#ginny weasley fanfic

[lionizingheathen]

Take it Out on Me- G.W.

Ginny Weasley x Fem!Reader

Helping Ginny unwind from a stressful quidditch practice

Warnings: Smut, Dom!Ginny, Sub!Reader, Slightly Public Setting, Vaginal Fingering, Degredation

"You're so pretty like this love, you were made to take my fingers." Ginny murmured, biting down hard on your earlobe as she continued to thrust her fingers in quickly, making you whimper against the wall as you dug your fingers into the stone, feeling the cool of it pressed against your face.

"Fuck..."  You whined, and Ginny chuckled darkly, biting down on your shoulder as she added a third finger to join the first two, curling inside of you.  Your mouth dropped open as she continued her brutal pace, making you squeeze your eyes shut... God, you'd never recover from this.  There couldn't be an after her.

"You've got such a fucking mouth on you, quiet the hell down."  She snapped, and you shook your head, letting it fall back against the wall as she continued to fuck you hard.  You reached down and rubbed at your own clit, groaning softly when you felt how swollen it was.

"Can't... Too good..."  You moaned, and you heard her let out a full laugh, yanking your hair hard, pulling your head back with it.  She licked up the side of your neck, making you shiver.  Something about the way she did this, the way she fucked the life out of you while still in her practice clothes, you thought about it for days, waiting for the next time that someone pissed her off.

"Merlin, you're such a whore... you were practically begging for this, you know?  Watching me from the stands, giving me those eyes... you know what you did.  You always know what you did and yet you keep doing it.  You know why?" She asked, and you swallowed heavily, pressing your hips and ass back against her, giving her a better angle to massage inside of you, making your head lull back against her shoulder before she shoved it foreward, pressing your face into the stone.  It would be humiliating if anyone walked in and saw this, saw Ginny Weasley fucking you senseless against the wall of the lockerroom, but you couldn't help but love it.

"Why?"  You gasped, and Ginny's fingers stopped moving as she responded to you.  No.  You whimpered, trying to force her to move, but she held strong, pressing you against the rock as she spoke.

"Because you like when I take it out on you.  It makes you feel good, isn't that right?" Ginny asked, sounding almost like she was gloating.  You pouted then, pouted at the way she'd stilled her fingers.  You ground your hips down, swiveling them in an attempt to get the same pleasure that she had been giving you, but you couldn't replicate it.  Fuck.

"Gin, please..."  You gasped, but she didn't respond to that.

"I asked you a question, now answer it." Ginny growled, and you nodded on instinct, feeling her fingers start to move again.  You let out a breath of relief, and decided to vocalize your answer to her question, lest she stop again.

"Yes!  I love it, please fuck me harder!  Faster!"  You begged, and Ginny let out another breathless laugh, increasing her pace to the point of making you breathless, making your insides practically turn to fire.

"Merlin, everyone's gonna know what we're doing in here, love.  Is that what you want?" Ginny asked, and you nodded frantically.  Yes.  Yes, you wanted that.  You were hers, that was something that everyone needed to be aware of, otherwise you'd lose your mind.

"Want 'em to know I'm yours."  You responded.

"Possessive, are we?"  She asked, and you nodded.  God, who wouldn't be?  Ginny was amazing.

"Yes!"  She loved hearing that.  You knew she did, she told you as much.

"Good.  I'm yours, babe.  But more importantly, you're mine."  She said, her tone boardering on dangerous.  You nodded frantically.  Yes. 100% yes, you were hers.

"All yours."

"That's right.  You can take another finger, can't you?"  Ginny asked, and your eyes widened.  You'd only ever taken three from her like this, another one would surely send you right over the edge.

"That's... That's a lot."  You said, and Ginny didn't seem bothered by that, leaning forward to your shoulder.

"Yeah."  She bit you again.  "But you can take it."  She murmured, and she slipped another finger insde of you, making you gasp at the intrusion.  Your cunt was burning at the stretch and you whimpered, feeling yourself get closer just by that.  She was ruining you.

"Fuck!  Oh my God."  You whined, feeling her curl her fingers inside of you.  You could hear how wet you were, and feel the way you were dripping onto her palm and it made your cheeks burn.  That was only increased by Ginny's pleased sort of chuckle.

"You're soaking my hand, babe."  Ginny murmured, and you gasped, your mouth dropping open as you spread your legs further, pressing your chest firmly against the wall, trying to give Ginny better access.  She was so deep.

"Gonna cum... so close..."  You whined, and Ginny hummed her approval, finally seeing your fingers working against your clit.

"Keep rubbing your clit, baby.  You're gonna cum on my hand."  Ginny murmured, and you nodded, rubbing harder at your clit, making your vision narrow into a slit as you felt yourself reaching the edge, felt pressure building like a band in your lower stomach.  Ginny's pace only got more brutal, both harder and faster to a point where you wondered if she'd cast some kind of spell on her hand to keep herself from cramping... that was the only thing that made an iota of sense.

"I... I..."  You felt the band snap in your stomach, making your legs buckle against the wall as you let out a high moan.  Ginny's free hand clapped over your mouth as she continued her brutal pace, forcing you straight into another one as you clawed at the wall, only being held up by the fingers that were fucking it's way in and out of you.  Once you came down from your second orgasm, Ginny removed her fingers, making you slump against the ground, your face pressed against the side of her leg.  She ran her fingers through your hair, making you look up at her.  Her smile was soft, and her expression was warm... your girlfriend was back.

"Merlin, you look godly doing that, you know?"  She asked, and you licked your lips, getting up on shaky knees to press Ginny against the wall, yanking at the waistband of her pants.

"Wanna return the favor."  You said, and she went to bat your hands away, taking your chin in her hand to look at you with concern, shaking her head.

"You don't have to do that-."  That wasn't it.  You didn't do anything because you had to, you did it because you wanted to.

"Let me."

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[thatblackravenclaw]

Love To Hate You

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Blog Details | Let's take a trip

Ginny Weasley x black!fem!reader (no y/n and non-gryffindor)

warning(s): smut, masturbation, clit stimulation, like 1 pussy slap, fingering, tiny bit of degrading

word count: 712

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I can’t take it anymore. She plagues my thoughts day and night. It’s like she does it on purpose. Whenever my team finishes practicing on the pitch, Gryffindor just happens to be next on the schedule. Every time I’m in the library, she conveniently comes to the same section. She’s always fucking there.

Even now, as I lie in the middle of my bed, my hand under my skirt, she’s in my thoughts. Her voice, her presence, her face, her.

I lightly trace over my labias. My touch is soft and teasing. How I imagine she would touch me. The light touch continues as I trace over my clit. I throw my head back against my pillow. My clit sensitive from me teasing myself for ten minutes finally fully affected me.

My middle finger slides through my folds and down to my entrance and slips inside of me with barely any warning.

“Ginny,” I mewl.

My arousal is dripping on the sheets below me. My eyes are screwed shut as I slowly pump my fingers, pretending they’re hers. Her milky-white skin against my walnut-brown skin. Kissing my neck while she fucks me with her fingers. I quicken my pace as I picture her marking me while I gush on her fingers. Her name spills out of my mouth in drawn out gasps.

“Keep moaning my name like that.” I jump up, covering myself as my eyes avert to where the voice came from.

Ginny stands against the door frame with a smug look on her face. My back meets the backboard and I look at her wide-eyed.

“Don’t stop on my account.” She walks toward the end of the bed, getting on with her knee and crawling to the middle of the bed.

“How did you get in here?” My voice barely a whisper. My core and clit are throbbing with intensity. The temptation to just continue masturbating is strong, but I fight the urge. She lies on her stomach and softly opens my legs with both hands on my thighs.

“Merlin, is this all for me?” Her finger scoops up my slick and smears it over my clit and folds. I look down at the action unblinking. She isn’t even looking at me. Her eyes are trained directly on my pussy. She slaps it and only then does she look up at me. My thighs go to close on reflex.

“I asked you a question, pet.” I nod my head as the words die on my tongue. She smirks and looks back down, continuing to play with me. I feel the bed shift as she softly kisses my clit. My embarrassment catches up to me and I cover my face at the intimate act.

“If you want me to keep going, you need to keep your eyes on me.” And fuck if that doesn’t cause another wave of arousal to drip out of me.

I sit up a bit and focus my eyes on her. Our eyes briefly meet. Her blue eyes are filled with so many different emotions, but the one I can clearly detect is lust. I bet 100 galleons that my eyes reveal the same.

She looks back down at my pussy and pushes her index and middle finger inside of me. Slowly at first but picking up speed as she finds my g-spot. My arms are ready to go lax under me but if I do she’ll stop and I refuse to lose to her.

“You have no idea how pretty you look right now. Such a whore and all for me.”

Fuck.

She leans in and licks my clit with the tip of her tongue. I quiver in her hands and I visually see the gears shifting in her head. Her lips enclose around the bud. My thighs block in her face. Her fingers hit deeper and her tongue licks faster. She alternates between licking and sucks. I give in and roll my eyes behind my head at the pleasure. I cum with a shudder and fall back on the pillow, releasing her head from the grip of my thighs.

She pecks my clit a few more times before sitting up.

“You cum pretty too. I might just have to keep you around.”

“Shut up, Weasley.”

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Ginny Masterlist | United Kingdom

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[cannibalizedyke]

✨ginny weasley masterlist✨

key: ❤︎︎ - fluff, ☁︎︎ - angst, ★ - smut

coming soon!

#ginny weasley x reader #ginny weasley x you #ginny weasley x y/n #ginny weasley fanfiction #ginny weasley fanfic #ginny weasley fic #ginny weasley

[isahorcrux]

Hiiiii I wanna ask about SO MANY WIPS but I’m gonna ask about 11. hope is a dangerous thing 👀

ooohhhh, ah yes, my ginny pov of the 7th book that emotionally wrecks me every time I start to write something. truth be told, I need to be in a particularly grim mood to write this thing. I ended up writing this next bit as the very first thing for this fic and I still haven't gotten to this chapter, but anyway, here we are.

ask me about my wips!

Ginny Weasley used to be afraid of the castle at night.  It was too quiet and yet too loud; you could hear the wind rustling, the suits of armour clanking, the various animals that inhabited the castle and the grounds.  Her mind liked to twist these sounds into haunted memories - of a beautiful boy and a black diary.  At first, it felt like every night she was awakened by Tom’s whispering voice, telling her to return to the Chamber; they had unfinished business.  Sometimes she would find herself wandering down corridors on her way to Myrtle’s bathroom stopping in a cold sweat, imagining blood still decorating the walls.  As time went on, her nightmares slowly started to fade, replaced by dreamless sleep after a particularly difficult Quidditch practice, or yearning dreams of her brother’s best friend that caused her to wake up blushing.  Even now, after Tom’s return, her nightmares weren’t as frequent - only once every fortnight at most.  And she no longer seemed to wander the corridors, at least not in a frightened sleep.

#isahorcrux writes #ginny weasley fanfic #wip ask game #hope is a dangerous thing

[iifishizzleii]

ron is a moral compass.

u cannot convince me that ron weasley isn’t a mother hen. because while hermione is a child prodigy, she’s breaking laws and committing war crimes half the time when it benefits her. and harry ‘i’m the Chosen One’ potter attracts danger like a flame would a moth.

so while they’re a duo of danger, there’s ron.

who grew up with siblings and spent a lot of his childhood making sure ginny didn’t get hurt playing in the mud.

who’s as nervous as Molly when Charlie works with the Dragons, and panics when Bill gets attacked by the werewolf.

who steals specific concoctions from the twins when they try to prank Percy because it could possibly harm him.

who wraps harry’s wounds when he gets hurt and is too tired to see madam pomphrey. who helps hermione understand why killing Rita in the jar wouldn’t help in the long run.

Ron Weasley, the worrier and moral compass of the Golden Trio. he doesn’t believe how many times he saved the wizardry world by simply being himself. and everyone at hogwarts but him can see it.

#ronald weasley #ron weasly imagine #ron weasley #hermione granger #harry potter #hp fanfic #hp headcanon #hermione x ron #harry ron hermione #golden trio #the golden trio #he is their moral compass #weasley kids #percy weasley #charlie weasley #bill weasley #molly weasley #george and fred #ginny weasley #scary dog privilege #ron is a moral compass

[hinnyweasley]

HBP masterlist

Okay guys I finally went through my 200+ bookmarks on ao3 and picked every HBP fic rec I had! I’ll likely do this with other categories (post war, smut, etc.) as well but for now, enjoy:

Everything I Wanted

Distraction

Hanging by a Moment

Ginny Weasley and the Green-Eyed Monster (canon divergence)

Sunlit Days

Aftertaste

Good Practice

Doodles of Doom

Harry’s Happiest Christmas (nsfw) (canon divergence)

Several Sunlit Days

All the Little Pieces

Oblivious

Kilig

Esgatinyar-se

Can I Just Touch Her?

The Next Day

Late Night Discussions

Better Than Firewhiskey

Chest Bludger

What’s That Smell?

I’m Sorry Too

The Pearl

Among The Loneliest Places

Missing Moment- Four in the Dorm

Chocolate (in the Common Room)

Merely Beardly

Torch

Scraping the Skies With Our Fingertips

Wannabe

Fantasies (nsfw)

Of Chest Monsters and More

The Life and Soul of the Team

Extremely Non-Platonically

Implied

At A Time

Crush

Acceptance

Good Together

The In Betweens (6th year)

Did You Expect This to Turn Out Better?

Hermione gets the Details of Harry's Particularly Happy Hour Spent Down by the Lake with Ginny at Lunch Time

Losing All My Cool

Reckless, Even

Vocabulary Lessons

Summer Rain

Overprotective

A Perfectly Good Heart

Dear Jealousy

In My Dreams

Just Harry

Talking Is Hard

I Go On Too Many Dates (It’s Miserable and Magical)

Helpless 

Think/ Hope

Like Passing Notes In Secrecy

He Wasn’t Sure Why

This Collapsing Night

Basorexia

For The Team

Someone Like Harry

Halloween Monster

Twenty-Two Days

Changing Tides

Noticing

I don’t know if you guys can tell but I really like HBP haha

#hinny #hinny fanfic #hinny fluff #hinny fic #hinny fic rec #harry X ginny #Ginny Weasley #Harry Potter #hogwarts

[ednamode1]

I’m obsessed✨ and you will be too😮‍💨

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[norakelly]

Harry potter never grasped what he truly missed, until he had his own family.

The adorable giggles of his daughter as she tip toes across the wooden floor to jump in her parent's bed. Ginny in her towel wrapped hair, who reads Teddy’s letter from Hogwarts out loud, making Harry miss his godson more. The Loud and enthusiastic laugh of James' in the morning table as he tries to convince them to get a pet dragon. (A big fan of Charlie he was:)) Quiet and rare remarks of Al. Mostly over his favorite books, and maybe even about the Daily Prophet, (A habit he started very recently, which was not a shock to the family although he was five) where he’d read his mother’s name out loud whenever it appeared. Harry couldn’t quite yet comprehend how he, who woke up to the war being his concern, is now being awakened by tiny little hands who simply wants a breakfast. He beams proudly at them, and with a sense of gratitude for making those million thoughts that used to invade his mind fade away.

He was finally, home.

#hinny #harry potter #ginny potter #ginny weasley #james sirius potter #albus severus potter #lily luna potter #teddy lupin #harry and ginny #harry james potter #hinny fanfic #im not a good writer but idk #hope this is ok #pls comment if it is #im writing after a long long time #hinny drabble #post war #post dh

[takearisk-xo]

It's a Match! by takearisk

Harry and Ginny keep matching on dating apps. This goes on for several years. Will they ever move past their casual acquaintanceship and go on an actual date? (epistolary au)

read on ao3

#hinny #harry/ginny #hinny fic #hinny text fic #MODERN AU WHO AM I #harry potter #ginny weasley #hp fanfic #my edit #my fic

[frost-queen]

Sudden attention // part 3 (Reader!Potter x Fred Weasley)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia,  @elllie-does-the-posts, @alex--awesome--22, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @melsunshine,  @evilcr0ne, @floatlosers, @callsignwidow, @whotfskai, @freddieweasleysgf, @untoldshortsofthefandoms, @sublimepenguinpeach-blog

Summary: Back at Hogwarts you might not be able to escape Cormac. While Fred tries to cover up his feelings for you amongst friends he must interfere when Cormac corners you. [part 1 & part 2]

Taking a deep breath you felt at home again. Home. Hogwarts welcoming you. Taking in the castle in all it’s glory. It’s walls harboring all your memories. The laughs you had laughed and the tears you had cried. A hand on your back made you turn your head. Hermione passing you with a gentle nod to follow her. Ginny right behind her, when passing you she turned round facing you with a big smile.

Ron walking by on your left side followed by Harry. Harry gave you a brief nudge for standing still. Something about seeing the castle again made you sentimental. George stretched his arms while passing you from the long train ride. Once more a touch on your back made you turn your head with a few blinks.

Fred coming in sight with a smile. – “Shall we?” – he asked. Instantly you started to smile back at him. – “Yes.” – you whispered getting in motion. More groups of students gathered when you all went in the same direction. Taking the fields way. Quickly you all were inside at the common room.

Hermione plopped down on her bed with a deep sigh. You were knelt down sorting some clothing in your trunk when you noticed Ginny nearing. She grabbed the pole on your bed, letting herself sway on her feet with a dramatic turn to you. – “Are you excited to be back Y/n.” – she asked. Something about the tone in her voice hinted she had a hidden agenda. – “Why’d you ask?” – you responded folding the sweater Molly had knitted neatly aside.

“Nothing for.” – she responded with a pitch in her voice. – “I’m sure a certain McLaggan boy would be pleased to see you again.” – the mention of his name made your eyes widen. You had completely forgotten about him and the letter he had send you. The letter you had never answered because it got burned.

Then you forgot about it, caught off guard by Fred being suddenly extra nice to you. Hermione gasped loud remembering it as well. You got up, turning towards them, eyes wide in shock. Hermione stared in shock back at you. – “How did we forget.” – she spoke removing her hand from before her mouth. – “I didn’t.” – Ginny answered with a chuckle.

“I never wrote back.” – you said out loud as Ginny sat herself down on your bed. Crookshanks hopping on the bed with her. – “Perhaps it is for the best. He is a bloated toad anyways.” – Ginny went on stroking Crookshanks tail. Hermione slapped Ginny against her arm. – “How can you say that!” – she called out. Ginny took a breath turning more towards her. – “He’s all smug.” – she reminded her.

“Yes, but he also is interested in Y/n. He is the first one to proclaim his interests in her so loudly. Shouldn’t we take this in consideration?” – she answered. Ginny crossed her arms. – “Are you saying Y/n should settle for the first worst thing just because he is the only one interested.” – she bit back snappy.

“Hey!” – you called out as they were speaking over your head. Both turned their heads at you. – “Sorry.” – Hermione immediately apologized. – “I’m just warning you.” – Ginny responded making you briefly roll your eyes at them.

“It’s not like you have a lot of interested boys.” – she finished. – “Maybe he isn’t the only one.” – you called out catching her off guard. – “Truly?” – she gasped jumping up. You pulled your shoulder up, keeping your mouth shut. – “Y/n.” – Ginny said when you remained silent returning to your duties. – “Are you seriously not going to tell us anything.” – Ginny said eager to know.

You pulled your shoulder up again without a word. Ginny groaned in agony, grabbing you by the shoulders. – “Tell me!” – she said staring desperately at you. She fluttered confused when you started laughing. – “I need to know…” – she whined out hoping you’d show pity with her. Hermione could only stare at you, trying to figure out who. – “Who!” – Ginny pushed you back as you fell on your back, laughing loud. – “Who tell meeeee!” – she begged whiny wanting to know it so desperately.

Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly on you. – “Help me Hermione. I need the answer!” – Ginny cried out for help. Hermione came joining in tickling you to get an answer out of you. No matter how hard you laughed, you didn’t slip a secret. Keeping Fred’s name deep in your heart, but never outed.

“What is she sour for?” – George asked when coming to join the table in the great hall with Fred. – “Y/n wouldn’t tell us who the second guy is that fancies her.” – Hermione informed them as Fred looked intrigued at you. You gave no attention to his glance. – “Second guy?” – George spoke glancing over his shoulder to Fred. Fred pulled his shoulders up as if not knowing who he was talking about.

“Look at you miss popular amongst the boys.” – George teased with a nudge in your side. Fred chuckled nervously catching his brother’s gaze. – “I’m hardly popular.” – you told George with a faked smile. George threw his arm over your shoulder. – “Two seems like a popular number. Soon number three and four will join.” – He acted out, counting it with his fingers.

Fred cleared his throat. – “I honestly think not.” – he spoke making George quirk his brow up. – “How would you know?” – Hermione asked noticing Ginny was still in her sour behavior. Arms crossed and a bothered expression on her face. – “A hunch.” – Fred answered making you suppress a smile.

George turned his head, checking twice if he saw it right. – “Speak of the toad.”- he spoke motioning with his head in the direction. You leaned back looking behind George to the doors. Everyone else looking as well. Hermione getting a bit to look over Fred. From afar you caught Cormac standing with some of his friends. The second he noticed you, he waved with a big smile at you. It made you feel embarrassed hiding yourself behind George. – “Looks like he’s still head over heels for you Y/n.” – Hermione spoke lowering herself.

“Even though you ignored him all summer long.” – Hermione said as you shushed her. George intrigued by the sudden new news. He hummed curious. – “You’ve been ignoring him all summer. What did he send you letters or what?” – he joked out. Seeing the expression on your face and Hermione’s he stopped laughing.

“Are you serious? Did he send you a letter?” – George asked. You slowly nodded your head. – “The toad!” – George cursed, clenching his hand. You glanced across the table over to Fred. Wanting to know what he thought about all of this. His expression was neutral but partly clenched. You could see the anger he was trying to hide.

George puffed in Cormac’s direction, daring him to even try and come near. – “Don’t tell my brother.” – you said not wanting Harry to be involved in this as well. – “He’ll murder him on the spot.” – you added nervously. – “Now that is something I like to see.” – Fred answered to your surprise. – “A bit of a cruciato torture on him.” – George filled in with a funny expression. – “You boys are being ridiculous.” – Hermione answered slapping Ginny against her arm to stop moping.

Fred and George both pulled their shoulders up in response. – “Well whatever you decided to do, just leave Harry out of it.” – you reminded them getting up. Fred got up as well as it made you stare half confused at him. Fred cleared his throat sitting himself back down. George snorted loud at his brother’s silly behavior as Hermione quirked her brow up.

Hermione slowly got up to follow you. The Weasley staying behind as the two of you needed to go to class. Hermione grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you out of the way from Cormac. Who seemed very eager to come over now it only the two of you. Hermione and you caught up with Ron and Harry on your way to class.

After class you went your own way. Hermione joining Ron and Harry for a trip to Hagrid’s. You rounded a few corners, walking in the open corridors around the courtyard. – “Potter!” – you heard loud behind you. It made you slow down. – “Potter! Y/n!” – slowly turning around you saw Cormac run over to you. Your eyes widened as there was no one around from your friends to help you out. He came to a stop by you, catching his breath.

“How… how was your summer…” – he asked making you smile nervously at him. – “It… it was okay… how… how was yours?” – you asked in return to be polite. – “I’ve send you a letter.” – he said bluntly catching you off guard. – “You… you did?” – you answered trying not to sound too suspicious. He hummed loud. – “Didn’t you get it?” – he wanted to know. You slowly shook your head trying not to show any signs of your lying.

“No… no I didn’t get anything.” – you told him untruthfully. – “Strange…” – he scratched the back of his head. – “Anyways I’m really glad to be back at Hogwarts. We should head to Hogsmeade once. I’ll buy you a butterbeer.” – he said leaning a bit closer to you. – “By the way this is me asking you out.” – he added a bit cocky making you gulp shyly.

“So what do you say Y/n? Shall we call it a date?” – he went on getting all smug. – “I’m busy.” – you flopped out without thinking. Cormac furrowed his brows. – “Come on I’m sure you can find some time for me.” – he pressured on making you feel uncomfortable to say no to him any further. – “I’ve been thinking all summer about you. Couldn’t get you out of my head Potter.” – he teased reaching his hand out to you. Letting his fingers brush against your cheek as it startled you.

“McLaggan!”  - you suddenly heard making you gasp loud. Cormac groaned irritated at the sight of Fred. Fred came standing by your side, giving him a little shove to keep his distance from you. – “What do you want.” – he asked rudely. Cormac chuckled cocky. – “It’s between Y/n and me, Weasel.” – he replied. – “Think about my offer Y/n.” – he winked your way making Fred step in between. – “She won’t.” -  he called out. – “So stop bothering her!” – he made clear. Cormac scoffed.

“You’re not her superior, so why don’t you stop bossing her around.” – Cormac answered with a sneer. Fred took a step back, grabbing your shoulder and pressing you hard against his side. – “No, I’m her boyfriend.” – he casually said making you look startled at him. Expression full of surprise and shock. Cormac started to laugh. – “No you aren’t.” – he said.

“Oh yes I am!” – Fred kept on.  He turned his head looking down at you. With his thumb his turned your head closer to him, inching it closer to him as he leaned down. Your eyes widened feeling a burn on your cheeks. Flustered and flushed with heat as he drew his lips nearer to you. His lips inches away from yours. – “Alright I get it!” – Cormac called out. Fred paused curling up a smile.

He turned his head looking all smug at Cormac. He puffed loud, stuffing his hands in his pockets, storming off. – “Good riddance.” – Fred said letting go of your chin. You stood frozen; eyes wide as the heat had risen to your entire face. This close, this close was Fred to kissing you without a warning. You weren’t even sure if he was bluffing or was willing to actually kiss you to proof a point. – “Y/n.” – he said noticing the frozen state you were in.

“Y/n?” – he waved his hand in front of you. You slowly blinked. Before he could say more, you turned around, walking off with your hands pressed against your cheeks to cool off. Somehow it felt like you hadn’t seen the last of Cormac even with Fred’s little charade. Yet why was your heart thumping so loudly against your chest. Was this Fred’s doing?

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Sore Loser

Paring: Ginny Weasley X f!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Shameless smut without plot. WLW sex. Fingering. Semi-public sex.

Summary:

Gryffindor Captain Ginny Weasley always remembers your post-game ritual.

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Shameless plotless Ginny x f!reader smut. Nothing more. For as much as I write jock!Weasley one shots, you'd think I'd try to understand Quidditch more lol.

You almost lost your entire grip on your broomstick as Harry Potter flies past you, waving the Golden Snitch in your face. You spit a curse that the wind carries off and you started to make your descent as the cheers from Gryffindor’s stand rings your ears. On the ground, your teammates met your solemn look as you wave everyone together to tell them that it was a game well played. Slytherin and Gryffindor have had an intense Quidditch rival all season and this loss stung even more because it now meant that the teams were neck and neck for the championships. As your team slunk back to the locker room, you turn your head to see Ginny Weasley being lifted up by her housemates alongside Harry. She catches your stare and gives a devious smirk that makes your stomach flip. Looking away quickly, you turn to head towards the direction of the Slytherin locker room, unable to hide your smile. You start to walk towards the opening of the stadium that is adorned with the Slytherin symbol but make a sharp left to another opening in the arena that leads to the bottom of the house stands. 

“You looked so upset after the game I was starting to think that you were gonna leave me here,” A voice greeted you from behind the wooden pillar. Ginny revealed herself, tossing her fiery colored hair to the side. 

“Aw, I’m not a sore loser like you,” You quip back, starting to undo your hair as well. 

You’re not entirely sure how this little rendezvous started if you’re being completely honest. Not that you minded. Ginny stepped into the captain position in the middle of the season after Harry was put on academic probation by Professor McGonagall. You had been the Slytherin captain for almost two years now, begrudgingly sharing the position with Draco Malfoy. You and Ginny were destined to be rivals, evident to the entire school when you got into your arguments after the game when you accused each other of cheating. But after one particular argument where you two pushed each other to this very spot, the accusations and bickering melted into a wordless entanglement of lips and limbs. Now it was a secret post-game ritual for the both of you. 

Like clockwork, Ginny grabbed you by your hair, pulling you into a deep kiss. The taste of her vanilla lip balm drove you crazy, encouraging your hands to clasp behind her neck. Ginny never showed interest in you outside of this moment, while it wasn’t a secret that you couldn’t be bothered with the boys of Hogwarts. But Ginny took control of every situation she was a part of, and this was no different. 

Her hands traced the curve of your breasts down to your waist like muscle memory. You let out a sigh as Ginny moved her lips to the curve of your neck and blindly loosened the ties on your pants. You followed suit by prying Ginny’s red cloak off of her shoulders, letting your hands linger across her chest. The feeling that filled your stomach was primal, heightened by the residual adrenaline from the game. Ginny let out a moan when you flexed your fingers over her breasts, and she quickly unbuttoned her top to allow you more access. There wasn’t much talking between the two of you during these moments, but both of you moved against each other’s bodies with ease. 

You moved your hand back to her chest, feeling the warmth before pulling down her bra to reveal her nipples. You broke the kiss to look at Ginny’s flushed face and traced the creeping flush back down to her chest. You leaned down, taking one of her nipples into your mouth, eliciting a sharp inhale from the redhead. A small smile formed on your lips as you relished in the moment where she was melting into your touch. However, as quickly as the moment happened, Ginny snapped to her senses and pushed you back into the wooden pillar, kissing you with her hand wrapped around your neck. She mimicked your earlier movements, practically ripping the buttons off your shirt. She dragged her hand into your bra, finding your nipples with her thumb and forefinger. Ginny moved the hand on your neck up higher to rest under your chin, making you look up at her as you moaned against the feeling of her tugging at your nipples. She moved her leg in-between yours, effectively planting you against the wooden pillar, but also offering you an opportunity to release the building tension between your thighs. You bucked up your hips, desperate for the friction. 

Ginny had you exactly where she wanted, smirking at your pleading moans. She leaned in for another kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. Her hand dropped from your neck down to your pants and she slid her hand between the leather uniform and your underwear. Ginny rubbed teasing circles through the fabric with a painfully light touch, turning you into jelly against the pillar. 

“Please, touch me,” You begged pathetically, returning your hands back to her chest.

“Mmm, but I already am,” Ginny’s green eyes were dark with lust and you knew that her patience was running thin as well. You tried to choke out another “please,” but Ginny moved her hand so that she was pressing her fingers against your bare clit. The words forming on your lips turned into a drawl of her name as she started circling her finger, giving you much needed relief. You tried to focus back on flicking your thumbs over her nipples, but Ginny dropped her head back down to your neck, biting at the soft skin by your collarbones. Her finger moved from your sensitive nerve to trace your slick and she gave a satisfied chuckle at how wet you were. You decided that it was easier to mirror her movements, so you haphazardly pulled down her pants and traced the curve of her hips. Ginny slid a single digit into you, rendering you thoughtless. Your hand continued to ghost over her bare hips as you threw your head forward into her shoulder. Moving rhythmically, Ginny curled her finger and used her thumb to continue rubbing circles on your throbbing clit. It didn’t seem to bother Ginny that you weren’t able to touch her and you thought that she was primarily getting off at how she was turning you into putty. She added another finger and any thoughts you had before disappeared. The only thing you could mutter over and over was Ginny’s name into her shoulder and a weak string of words that were meant to tell her how good it felt. You cursed the setting you were in, wishing she was able to put her mouth on you. After the last game, she snuck the both of you into the closet where the Quidditch balls were held and undid you with her skillful mouth.

“Gin, let me touch you,” You managed to squeak out, but Ginny only hushed you and quickened her fingers. The familiar feeling of your release was building rapidly and she knew that. Ginny returned for a kiss, but you could barely form your lips against hers against your ragged breathing and moans. Ginny moved her head back to your breasts, taking a nipple into her mouth and the feeling was enough for your knees to buckle.

“Cum for me,” Ginny slurred, making your earth shatter. You threw your head back against the pillar and grinded down on her hands, mixing her name in with curses. Ginny removed her hand with a smirk, locking eyes with you as she licked her forefinger and middle finger. Your vision blurred at the sinful scene, but you regained consciousness to reach for her pants. 

“I swear I saw Ginny go this way!” A voice called from the other side of the curtain that made the both of you freeze. Ginny let out a curse under her breath and looked pained as she started to redress herself with you following suit. 

“Don’t think this is over,” Ginny whispered, grabbing your face. “We’ll have to continue this in the prefect bathroom.”

All you could do was nod wordlessly at her command before placing a kiss on her neck. Ginny moved a stray piece of hair out of your face, letting her hand float by your cheek.

“And you owe me a date,” Ginny smiled, making your eyes go wide.

“D-deal,” You stammered. Ginny placed another kiss on your lips before ducking out the other side of the Quidditch tent near the Gryffindor side, chastising her teammates for not being able to find her.

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[siriusly-parker]

—random lightning era headcanons, hp.

ʚ author’s note: these are MY personal headcanons. you don’t have to like them, but maybe you will. also- i KNOW mattheo and enzo are not even canon and that theo is hardly even mentioned but i thought it’d be cute to add them. mainly theo cause i love fanon theo (sometimes). ꜝꜞ

ron is super mega tall, taller than the twins. maybe even taller than bill.

harry is of average height but looks like a short king besides ron.

theo is basically a grumpy old man in the body of a teenage heartthrob.

blaise is just a sweetheart. fr the bestest friend.

draco can’t read in between the lines. he’s book smart but when it comes to people and social interactions he can be pretty stupid. you can’t just give him a hint, he won’t get it.

hermione actually really liked krum.

harry actually attended theo’s mother’s funeral. (they were on somewhat friendly terms after having to team up for an assignment.)

ginny likes girls. dean likes seamus. both knew.

draco, mattheo and enzo (along with crab and goyle) are more of the bullies of the group.

angelina and george are part of a tutoring program and tutor younger students. though he’s really good in potions, george only does it to spend time with her.

ron secretly tries to read muggle books to impress hermione.

mattheo is just plain rude with anger issues. he pretty much hates everyone.

theo is just more of an introvert so he doesn’t really feel the need to talk to everyone, let alone bully them.

blaise is not very smart but he really tries his best and studies a lot. he also reminds (or forces) the others to study as well.

in her firsts years at hogwarts, pansy was mostly a bitch and a bully (to impress malfoy), but blaise became a good influence and she learned to mind her own business a bit more.

ron had ALWAYS had a crush on hermione. he just didn’t want to.

neville had a secret girlfriend around year 3-4 and they’d always meet in the herbology greenhouse.

oliver suffers from insomnia which sometimes leads to him being rude during morning practices and even having anger outbursts towards his last hogwarts years.

fred is really really good with kids while george just doesn’t really know what to do with them.

cedric has dyslexia and really finds it difficult and discouraging to read and study. cho and harry are one of the few who know and help him with homework.

luna randomly takes walks in the forbidden forest. she finds it peaceful.

mattheo is naturally really smart. he never studies and always gets good grades. he’s kind of a dick about it.

seamus has ADHD and had a mild ODD as a child

cho is extremely interested in politics and even founded a secret debate club at hogwarts.

dean is the only one who knows about seamus’ breakdowns and the only one who truly knows how to help him.

angelina is really popular. there is nothing to hate about her. she is beautiful and kind and especially good at quidditch.

krum was really bummed out to leave hogwarts. he was actually liking it there. mainly the people. mainly hermione. just hermione tbh.

spending summer ‘94 with hermione was ginny’s gay awakening confirmation.

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[only-angel-28]

mastermind, part four

ok ok ok here's part four i dont rly have much to say here bc i said everything on part three but i hope you like this one and dw guys im gonna try publish part five asap im starting writing it tonight, productive era fr 🙌💯

warnings: slight angst, swearing, injury, protective theo😋😋

mastermind, masterlist

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y/n’s pov

“Hello Y/N.”

I look up from my place on the grass where I was tying my shoes.

Oh. Him again.

“Hi, Cormac.” I say with a tight-lipped smile, standing up, and walking over to where I left my broom when I was practising.

Cormac follows me like a lost puppy and says, “So uhm how’ve you been?”

It’s been almost four months of this. He comes over to wherever I am and follows me asking pointless questions about the weather or lessons and it would’ve been fine if he wasn’t making uncomfortable inappropriate jokes in between. It’s December now, nearly time for the Yule Ball and I need to shake Cormac off my tail sometime soon or I'll have no hope of finding a date this year.

“Just fine Cormac, what about you?” I say mindlessly, trying to devise ideas to get him away politely.

“I’m good…would be better with you in my bed though…” he says, smoking at me as I give him a disgusted look and stop walking.

Forget trying to be nice, this guy’s a creep.

“Okay Cormac, let's settle this. What’s all this really about? I mean you’ve been following- no practically stalking me for months now, and if it wasn’t creepy enough without the inappropriate jokes, it sure as hell is now. So what do you actually like me or just want to get in my pants?” I say angrily at him, clutching my broom in my hands so hard, my knuckles turn white.

He looks started by my outburst at first but quickly replies and says, “Uhm no, no! Of course I like you Y/N, I just wanted to know if you had a date for the Yule Ball yet?” with the furrows of my brows he leans forward and speaks lowly to me in a more threatening tone, “Sure would be a shame if the whole school found out the truth about your favourite uncle.”

Sirius? What the fuck?

I push him away, “Get the fuck away from me you freak!” I go to leave before he grabs me by my wrist and speaks again, “Come to the ball with me and I won’t say a word about him to anyone,”

“Cormac let go of me,” I say, struggling in his tightening grip.

“Just say yes. Say yes and I’ll let go and no one will have to hear about your uncle.”

“Get away from me!” I shout at him, stomp on his foot and punch his nose the hardest I could, feeling his bones crunching beneath mine. Or maybe it was both our bones.

I hold my now numb hand and leave him on the empty field holding his bloody nose and groaning while I run straight to the castle.

I run aimlessly for about three minutes, turning every which way not expecting anyone to be out in the hallways at this time, “Everyone would be in lessons right now” I think before, to my surprise, I turn the corner and I’m face to face with Theo.

He takes hold of me from my arms before I collapse into him and looks at me in surprise with a cigarette in between his soft pink lips.

I mumble out a quick ‘Sorry’ and move to leave, maybe go back to my common room to look for Hermione but he stops me before I can go anywhere.

His alarmed eyes and lifted brows look down at the tears on my face and the redness around my wrist and knuckles. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, discarding it on the floor before putting it out with his shoe, takes me gently by the other hand and leads me to the hospital wing.

“Theo, no, I’m fine don’t worry.” I try and reassure him, “I don’t need Madam Pomfrey all over me right now, a potion from Hermione can fix me right up, I promise.”

He ignores me and takes me to an empty bed, telling me to rest my hand and sit still, before moving away to find Madam Pomfrey.

When shes checked me over and given me the right medications, he stares down at me but doesn't say a word until I ask, “What?”.

His reply is cold and quiet, “Who did this to you?”

I try brushing the question off, “Don’t worry about it Theo, I handled it fine.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” he says, looking down at my bandaged hand, and asks again, “Who did this to you Y/N?”

I sigh before answering, “You promise you won’t do anything illegal?”

“I promise.” he says and I extend my pinky on my good hand towards him. His hard expression softens slightly before he extends his and joins our pinkies together muttering another ‘promise’.

“Cormac. He got mad at me because I didn’t want to go to the ball with him and threatened to tell everyone some things about my family.” I say quietly, looking down.

theo’s pov

I don’t say anything as blood rushes to my head, my knuckles already forming into fists, my jaw clenching and my feet turning around to go find the prick.

“No Theo!’ Y/N says after me, trying to grab my arm and stop me from beating the rat up but I hold her hand as gently as I can and ask her to “Please rest Y/N, I’ll be back soon and I promise I won’t do anything too bad.”

“No Theo, please just drop it, it’s fine.” she tries to reassure me.

“What? No it’s not, first of all, he shouldn’t have touched you in the first place, but to hold you like that and threaten you? He’s begging for it now.” I turn to leave again, trying to find him somewhere in this massive castle, trying to calm down before I remember the look on Y/N’s face and all the anger comes rushing back like an extreme storm wave. Fuck this.

I walk around the castle quickly, keeping my eyes and ears open for any signs of the snake until I catch something near the bushes.

“No man, bitch fucked me right over. Broke my nose and everything. But I mean to be fair I do like them feisty if you know what I mean.” I hear his voice like venom before he laughs with his friends.

Before I know it, I’m being pulled away by Mattheo and Draco as Cormac’s friends grab him by his bloody torn shirt. Splatters of his blood are on mine but nowhere near as bad as his.

I had stayed quiet during the whole fight, speaking only with my punches and getting my message across.

A huge crowd has gathered by this point and I’m being assisted to McGonagall’s office by Mattheo and Draco patting me on the back with the teacher in front of us. I know I’ll get detention for a month, maybe two, and probably won’t be able to play Quidditch for a few weeks either but who cares.

It was for her and I don’t regret a fucking thing.

y/n’s pov

I walk down the great dining hall with everyone's eyes on me, whispering things to people around them. More than usual.

I take my usual seat next to Ginny and Hermione and look around at everyone, asking, “What’s going on?”. Ron, Harry and Hermione look at each other awkwardly before Hermione speaks up, “You don’t know what’s happened?”

“No?”

“That boyfriend of yours beat McLaggen up so bad he’s had to go to St. Mungo’s,” Ron speaks up against the silence and my blood turns cold as my stomach flips over.

“What?!” I say, alarmed.

“Yeah mate, everyone saw it… he was ruthless. Didn’t stop until the bloke couldn’t stand up by himself” Harry agrees with Ron as they turn to look at the Slytherin table behind and see Theo talking normally with his friends.

“He deserved it to be fair, I don’t blame Nott for beating him up the way he did.” Hermione says before asking about my hand.

“It’s all fine now, nothing major just a few broken bones.” I say turning my wrist and flexing my fingers before turning to Ron and answering his previous accusation, “And he’s not my boyfriend Ron, he’s just a friend.”

“Yeah well Harry and Cho Chang are friends but you don’t see him going around beating Cedric up.” Ron says stupidly, making Ginny tense up and Hermione glare at him from across the table as I take Ginny’s hand under it.

“Hey Hermione do you have a spare paper and quill?” I ask after we’ve all eaten our dinner and most of the people in the dining hall have cleared off.

“Yes of course, what for?” she asks, pulling a blank piece of paper and quill out of her bag and passing it to me. “I need to send a note.” I say vaguely before scribbling down:

meet me in the astrology tower after curfew.

I pull my wand out of my pocket and perform the paper bird charm, passing the note to Theo on the other side of the hall.

We all watch as he receives it, reads it and looks up at me, and winks. He asks Pansy for a quill and writes back:

See you there darling

I smile, putting the note into my pocket as Hermione squeals at me, Harry smiles and Ron makes a face of throwing up. “And that Ronald, is why you still don’t have a date to the Yule Ball. Speaking of which Harry do you have yours yet?” 

“Yep, I do actually.”

“Oh yeah? Who is it?” Ron asks looking over at Harry. Hermione and I give each other a knowing look as Harry says, “Uhm, I’m not at liberty to say.”

Harry gets up to leave to escape the conversation as Hermione and I laugh after him and Ron trailing not too far behind, pestering Harry and threatening him if it's his sister.

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“Hey” I hear a soft deep voice behind me as I stare up at the stars from the tower.

I turn around and find Theo wearing a deep red jumper and red plaid pyjamas, holding two cups of hot chocolate coincidently matching with my red plaid shorts and red jumper with my initial on it, courtesy of Mrs Weasley of course.

We smile at each other as he comes close and asks how my hand is, “All better, see” I flex my hand once again to prove it to him and we sit in silence for a few minutes drinking the hot chocolate he’d gotten from the kitchen.

“So,” he starts slowly sipping his hot chocolate and looking over at me in the dim light, “What did you want to talk about?”

I take a breath before answering, “Why did you do that?”

His eyebrows furrow, “Do what?”

I give him a knowing look and he looks away with a smile in response which drops quickly when thoughts of Cormac come back in his mind. “Guy’s a git. Doesn’t deserve you.” He says plainly bringing the cup to his lips again. I look at him for a minute, observing his long eyelashes and soft skin and look away just when he looks at me.

“Have you got a date to the ball yet?” He says in the comfortable silence.

I look back at him getting lost for a moment in his soft blue eyes. I shake my head in response.

He nods, looking down before downing the rest of his hot chocolate and standing up.

He reaches out a hand towards me and pulls me up from my place on the stairs and says, “Would you go with me if I asked?”

I look up at his eyes once again, seeing a hint of fear behind the blue, “If you asked dickhead.”

He laughs at this, nods and kisses me on the cheek before leaving.

“See you later star.”

“Star?” I say in question, my cheeks burning from his touch.

He doesn’t say a word or turn around, but simply holds out his middle finger, flipping me off which confuses me more until I see the silver ring I made him resting at the bottom of it.

I smile to myself as he walks away, leaving my face flushed and heart swollen.

What am I getting myself into.

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part four done, lmk what you think!!

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[ravenelyx]

I Love You In Every Timeline - Sebastian Sallow

I Do Not Have Any Thought That Is Not Yours

[Fic masterlist]

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, Harry Potter characters appearance, no name appearance for the reader

Themes: angst, temporarily unrequited love, pining, some form of transference¹, developing relationship, slow burn, explicit (eventually)

Summary: "He turned around, and the world seemed to stop around him. She had followed him: into another timeline, into another universe." In which Sebastian, in his search for a cure in the Dark Arts, finds himself 100 years into the future and meets his most trusted companion's descendant (who looks far too similar to the girl he was once secretly in love with).

A/N: another chapter

AO3 / Wattpad

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Tracey Nettlebed was boring holes into Sebastian’s skull, and he was sure it wouldn’t be long until they were deep enough for his brain to start leaking out. And, to be honest, he didn’t totally hate the idea.

It would ensure he'd stop him from thinking altogether.

In short, he did forget the prize. He had remembered that the same night, when he’d met Tracey's incensed gaze in the Common Room.

“I asked him, but he didn't have any,” he’d lied through his teeth when she’d approached, and Tracey had only narrowed her eyes at him.

“Fine,” she’d conceded brusquely. “But you better have them by tomorrow.”

She had stormed off towards the girls’ dormitories then, not leaving Sebastian any space for compromise. Not that she'd accept it, he suspected.

In his defence, he’d had other things on his mind. The picture of her had followed him in his dreams; a meandering torture of longing and sadness that only reconciled at his wake, and even more had vexed him the resemblance, like the picture had taken form in front of him. He’d dreamt of you, then, standing from your chair in the Library, and hugging him; he’d felt your heart beating against his, your arms tightly wrapped around his neck, he hadn’t even been sure if it was you, at that point. He’d wanted it to stop, yet never let that person in his arms go. He’d realised, at the same time, that you were shorter than her.

The fact that you weren't at breakfast, and the fact that you had taken the book with her picture with you were, instead, what haunted him now. You weren't in his arms and neither was she. And she was nowhere to be found.

Not that he blamed you for storming off and stealing her right from his nose, she was your family after all, but he would be lying if he hadn't thought about keeping that picture to himself. After all it was, in a twisted way, the only memory he had of his past life, of his past love, aside from you — but you had that birthmark, and that crease, and those eyes, and the red and gold reflecting on your skin tone.

Sebastian had tried to find another copy of that book, another copy of her that wasn't in flesh and bones, as much as the thought made his stomach knot in guilt at the disrespect it showed towards you, but no matter where he searched, there was nothing in any of them about the Goblin Rebellion of the 1890s. The copy you were reading was obviously a one-off.

Sebastian's luck as always, ladies and gentleman.

He had half a mind to ask you where you had got it, but the discovery seemed to affect you more than it did him. And that was saying something.

Sebastian attempted at allotting all his anger and annoyance and sympathy around that thought, like putting marmalade in jars in his brain. You deserved to have it more, as much as it hurt him.

And it did hurt him. A lot.

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Happiest of Birthdays to my favorite ginger, quidditch playing, baddass witch/woman/mother

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For my birthday weekend (this weekend) we’re doing an hp marathon and eating all the yummy wizarding world treats. Honestly, what more could a girl ask for ✨

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Bad Blood • pt. II

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

➸ summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts, you find it difficult to let go of the past. Your trauma lies deeper than you think. When when you meet somebody who understands your pain, your journey of self-discovery and healing begins to set sail. For once, everything in your life seems to click.

➸ warnings/notes: reader is of romanian descent, afab! reader, mentions of trauma, descriptions of death and traumatic events, profanity, friends to lovers trope, hurt/comfort, eventual smut (18+), trauma bonding, eventual mutual pining, mentions of the golden trio being dicks for the sake of the story

word count: 1.9k

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THE DAY AFTER the choosing ceremony was a little anticlimactic.

It was our first day of classes, and everybody had gotten sorted into their designated houses last night. We of course already knew where we would be put - the ceremony was more of an introduction into first year than anything. It was customary to put on the sorting hat - kind of like a rite of passage, or an initiation.

We had done it in secondary school and we had done it again while moving onto our next phase in life. The next phase - which I had no idea what held in store for me.

At the beginning of summer we had chosen our preferred subjects, classes which we would be studying in detail as opposed to the general knowledge that we had learned the years prior.

My first of the day was potions; obviously.

Since the majority - or more like all - of my friends were in Gryffindor, I left the Slytherin common room alone. Walking past them in the Great Hall, I bid them a good morning before finding a seat at my appointed table.

We were never allowed to stray from our house tables at breakfast - that was only reserved for lunch. A rule which was quite silly, I admit, but it was what we had to live by.

"It's a pity that you can't sit with your friends," came Enzo's voice, his body sliding next to mine on the bench. I shrugged casually before digging into the plates before me.

"It's alright - I survived the last 3 years of school, how different can college be?"

His eyes held a certain sadness in them before he cleared his throat. I was glad to be talking to him again.

"Well you can always sit with me."

I thanked him as I shoved a piece of bacon in my mouth, muffling my gratitude. As much as I hated to admit it, I was really appreciative of him. It felt great to have someone to sit with.

"Oh yeah, such a shame that you can't sit with those gits," said Theo. I almost didn't even notice him and Mattheo arriving. They sat in front of me, ignoring Enzo's glare at Theo's words.

I had no problem dealing with assholes who thought they were better than everyone. After all, Harry and I had our fair share of arguments with Draco Malfoy. He had calmed down immensely, but before the war he was a handful.

Theo needed less of an ego. Well, what's one more prideful Slytherin to kick down a notch?

"Leave off, Nott," said Enzo.

I simply ignored him as I dug into my breakfast. That day I made the note that Hogwarts University breakfasts were a God send. I was almost completely full after not even half of the plate.

It was nice to talk to other Slytherins. It was nice to not be judged simply by the name of my house - and it was nice to not have to sit alone for once.

Although Theo was a bit judgmental of my friends, he was nice to talk to. It didn't last long, though. He began to complain about the Golden Trio - saying that they were too pretentious and up their own ass.

"Those are my friends you're talking about," I said. I tried to not let him get to me, but with each word that exited his foul mouth, my blood boiled one degree higher.

Theo just rolled his eyes as he continued eating.

Mattheo's gaze met mine over the table.

"What class do you have first?" he asked. I was glad for the change in topic, so I shook my hands out under the table to get rid of my tension. I sighed as I responded.

"Potions. Why?"

"Me too. I'll walk with you," he said as he grabbed his bag off the floor and stood up. We still had a few minutes left of breakfast, but since I was already finished eating, I agreed. And anyway, I didn't want to be around Nott any longer than I had to be.

Leaving the hall, I breathed a sigh of relief, not even realizing that I was holding it in.

"Sorry about him," said Mattheo. "He's kind of a dick sometimes."

I scoffed.

"Yeah that's one way of putting it."

Mattheo stopped walking as he stood to face me. His hands were in the pockets of his blazer, letting his bag hand loosely off his left shoulder.

"He can be like that sometimes, but he's really nice once you get to know him."

I made a noise of disbelief as I crossed my arms over my chest. How good of a friend could a house supremacist be? Did he learn nothing from the years of war that raged on in the wizarding world? Did he not understand that the only way we even won was by working together and getting rid of the notion of blood superiority altogether?

Merlin, had he not heard the story of what happened to Enzo's parents?

"Don't think he'll be happy to know I'm a half-blood, I assume."

Mattheo's eyes squeezed shut as he bowed his head down. He huffed as he ran a hand down his face.

"God, he's not a blood supremacist. He just has too much pride in himself."

I nodded.

"That much I figured," I muttered as I began to walk again. Mattheo seemed nice, I just didn't want to hear him justify his friend's actions. I didn't care if he was nice. All I cared about was that he was talking down on my friends. People who took me in when I had nobody.

Mattheo sped up a bit, jogging to catch up to me. His shoulder brushed mine as we trekked along the hallways, looking into classrooms to find the correct one.

"And for the record - I like your friends. Never really spoken to them, but Harry does seem nice," he said, breaking the silence.

"He is," I stated simply before stopping in front of the potions room.

It was down in the dungeons, the dark stone walls letting little heat enter in that particular section of the castle. It didn't help that it was underwater, either. My hands rubbed up and down my arms, my robe providing little warmth against the gusts of subtle wind.

Mattheo leaned against the wall beside the door, studying me.

My arms were still tightened across my chest, and my eyes avoided contact with his. Something about being alone with him felt different. Last night I had no issue looking directly at him, but in the silence of the dungeons, I felt more intimidated.

"I get it. You're protective of your friends, but they're not exactly saints either."

My eyes hesitantly lifted up, meeting his brown irises. What was that supposed to mean?

"How would you know?"

He sighed, looking down at his feet. "Let's just get inside. Class is about to start."

I was about to object, but as I saw more and more students marching across the hallways, I decided he was right. As if on cue, the bell rang to signify the start of lectures. I guess I'd have to pry him for answers at a later time.

I sighed as I sat down at a random desk, only to be surprised when Mattheo bumped against me. He adjusted himself on the stool as he dropped his bag down.

"You don't mind, right?"

Truthfully, I was a bit happy he sat next to me. It would be nice to have a friend as my partner. A lot of the class was full of Slytherins - and as I stated before, I didn't have many Slytherin friends.

"As long as you don't make me fail the class."

His face broke out into a smile as he sucked his teeth. He looked forward to the front of the class.

"I'm amazing at potions."

I felt doubt rise in my chest. I gave him a skeptical 'mhm', telling him that I'll believe it when I see it. He clearly took it as a challenge. The emotion behind his eyes changed as he stared me down, smirking.

My nerves grew as he continued to look at me even when Professor Snape entered the classroom, only breaking the eye contact when he began the roll call.

My heart thrummed against my ribcage. In the small amount of space that we had at our desk, our knees were brushing against each other. I would move away, but every few seconds I'd forget and my knee would bump against his again.

All I got in response was a bump back. We were practically playing footsie under the table, but with our knees.

Snape began to do theory and we opened our books to the first chapter. It was revision of the most common potion ingredients, including the basics - Wolfsbane, African Sea Salt, Bat Wings, and Asphodel. This was what I was good at. Amazing even. What I didn't expect was for Mattheo to be just as good.

"What can act as an antidote for most poisons, with the exception of Basilisk venom," came Snape's monotonous voice.

My hand sprung up in the air, but Mattheo beat me to it.

"Yes, Mr.Riddle?"

"Bezoar."

'Suck up,' I thought. It was slightly hypocritical of me to think that, but my pride got the best of me. Especially when people were just as good at something as I was.

"Correct. 10 points to Slytherin."

I huffed in annoyance as my hand went back down, continuing to take down notes. I felt a nudge next to me only to see a piece of paper slide towards me.

'What's the problem? Mad that I'm better than you?'

Rolling my eyes, I shoved the page back to him. I muttered under my breath at him.

"As if."

I could hear him chuckle from beside me as he crumpled the parchment up. His quill flickered around as he wrote notes down, a small smile still etched onto his face.

"What is a common ingredient used in a Wiggenweld Potion?"

I had heard the question, but upon seeing Mattheo's hand raise up yet again, my eyes drifted to him. My eyes narrowed and I sent him a nasty look as I waited for Snape to call on him.

However, Snape called my name instead upon seeing me glare at Mattheo. My faze flickered away from him to look at the Professor. Ignoring the smug look on my potion partner's face, I responded.

"Billywing Sting Slime."

"...Correct. But next time, I'd appreciate you paying attention."

Mattheo snickered from beside me and I kicked his leg under the table, shutting him up immediately.

This was going to be a long year.

After finishing the double Potions lesson, Mattheo and I left Snape's classroom. He would not shut up about the fact that his potions knowledge was as good as mine. He bragged and bragged until I finally had enough. Pulling out my potions book, I hit his shoulder with it.

"Mattheo will you shut up!" I exclaimed. While my voice was angry, I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face.

His hand came to pinch at my cheeks.

"So cute when you're mad," he said. It's as if he knew it would annoy me more. My cheeks tinted pink as I looked away quickly.

"Why did I even let you sit next to me?" I asked rhetorically, huffing as I sped my pace up.

Mattheo's feet quickened to catch up to me. His arm came to rest around my shoulders, his other hand coming up to mess with my hair. Through my ruffled strands I could make out Hermione and Ron, walking hand in hand.

They stopped in front of me, watching the scene unfold.

Shit. This could not end well.

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