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forjongseong · 7 months

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pine-fresh // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: slytherin!jay x gryffindor!fem!reader

genre: hogwarts!au, somewhat rivals to lovers, smut (minors dni)

warning: profanity, a lot of making out, fingering // word count: ~4k

summary: a dash of bickering and a whole lot of miscommunication in Potions class landed you and Slytherin's Park Jongseong in detention. did you ask for it? no. did you regret it? also, no.

author's note: at last, the Slytherin!Jay of my imagination has now, sort of, come to life...

ever since I came across that edit you see on the header, I've thought about him A LOT. now that his hair is actually silver, I have thought about him MORE. especially when @jaylaxies made this, which I thought about ALSO a lot... let's just say that Slytherin!Jay has been occupying my mind a lot more than I expected.

my knowledge on the HP universe is quite limited, so please excuse if some scenes don't seem too believable (like Snape somewhat being less strict here, or detention being scrubbing the bathroom). the title of this fic refers to the password that is needed to enter the Prefects' bathroom.

now, I know I say when I post oneshots I intend for them to be standalone fics, meaning that I most likely won't write a part two. but for this one??? if a lot of you like it, and a lot of you ask for it, I might be open to writing a sequel (once I conduct a lengthy research on Hogwarts grounds)

anyway, I hope you enjoy this little treat! I'm trying to shake off my writer's block, so please expect secretary!Jay to return soon.

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As your House’s Prefect and one of the smartest students at school, you thought it would be impossible to dislike a class. Getting good grades in almost every subject seemed to prove that you liked learning everything, but by God, you hated Potions. Other than the fact that the lessons took place in a literal dungeon, which made it colder than any of the classrooms above, you always had to deal with the unpleasant smell of whatever was brewing in the room. Add the inconvenient detail that half of the class consisted of Slytherin students, which was more than you could tolerate.

You did not know when it started, maybe since the Sorting Hat placed you in Gryffindor or when you witnessed one of your classmates getting teased by a Slytherin, but you had a strong aversion to anything related to that house. It became so bad to the point that whenever you got paired with a Slytherin for an assignment, all you wanted to do was to get the job done quickly for the both of you so you could leave the class as soon as possible.

“Miss L/N,” called Professor Snape. Your head snapped up and you locked eyes with him, somehow convincing him that you had been listening to all his instructions despite staring into the empty vials on your table. “Today you’ll be working with Park Jongseong.”

You nodded softly and once Snape turned his head towards another student, you made an audible groan and leaned back on your chair.

“You don’t sound so happy to be paired with me.”

Jay took the now unoccupied seat beside you and sat with a force that made his robe flutter. The flash of green caught your eye, and you hesitantly pulled your books to your side, making room for his on the table.

“I’ll handle the mixing,” you replied, completely unrelated to his remark.

Jay frowned before letting out a soft chuckle. “Wow, I guess you really aren’t in the mood today.”

You turned your head only slightly enough to shoot daggers at him with your eyes, and his response was just a huff to his face, messing up the silver bangs on his forehead. The sound of Professor Snape’s voice caught your attention, so you straightened up and listened intently, but also noticed how Jay was mimicking you. Once you were all instructed to begin, Jay grabbed his quill and started making notes for the recipe.

For the first couple of minutes, the process went well. You were mixing and adding stuff according to Jay’s dictation. However, after he misread the measurements for a certain ingredient, causing your brew to bubble uncontrollably, you began scolding him and blaming him for everything.

“What’s distracting you? How could you have misread that?” You half-shouted, a handkerchief in your hand as you attempted to clean up your surroundings.

“Maybe if you weren’t shaking so much when you’re holding the vials then I could have paid more attention,” Jay retorted, snatching a vial from your other hand to prevent more spills. “We should switch. You tell me what to do and I’ll redo everything.”

“That will take us even longer, and everyone else is already halfway done,” you complained as you looked around the class. You saw Professor Snape eyeing your table.

“Do you have another solution?” Jay asked, staring back at you.

You reluctantly agreed to switch tasks, but it turned out that Jay was worse than you. He kept spilling liquid, pouring more than needed, and overall causing more chaos than when he was just giving you instructions. Your grunts and groans were starting to gain the attention of the whole classroom, and by the time you were almost done, the bell rang.

The sound of your quill hitting your book was silenced by the footsteps of the other students exiting the classroom. They had finished their potions, and your table was literally the only one in the room that was still messy, with a mixture that looked too suspicious to be called a potion.

“I have been patient enough to let you two bicker the whole time, but for you to not finish making your potions,” Professor Snape said as he walked back to his desk, his cape almost floating behind him.

“Great, he’s gonna put us in detention,” you muttered to yourself.

“That is correct, Miss L/N,” Professor Snape continued. “Once you’re both done cleaning up your table, meet me in my office.”

The frown you wore on your face was so bad that anybody who saw you could easily tell that you were pissed, but between gathering the books and papers and wiping off spills with a cloth, you could have sworn you saw Jay smirking to himself.

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As you placed a bucket of water in the middle of the Prefects’ bathroom, you sighed at the exhaustion that you felt despite not having even started your detention. You and Jay were both assigned to clean up the bathroom, which, despite only being restricted to use by the school Prefects, Head Boys, Head Girls, and Quidditch captains, was in an alarmingly grimy state.

You purposefully steered away from the side of the room with the toilet stalls and stood by the large, swimming pool-like tub sunken into the ground with bath taps surrounding it. The tub was drained, and you much preferred scrubbing it to cleaning all the toilets.

Jay was standing by the bath supplies on one side of the pool, staring at the different kinds of soap, bath oils, bath salts, shampoo, and conditioner. It took a while for him to realize you were glaring at him, basically waiting for him to start working already.

“Damn, it would be worth becoming a Prefect just to be able to use this bathroom,” Jay muttered, placing a small bottle of bath oil back in its place. “You must take baths all the time.”

You snorted, audible enough to make it echo throughout the whole room. “I don’t have time for baths.”

“Really? What a shame,” Jay sighed, rolling up his sleeves. “How long do you think it would take for us to finish?”

“If you keep using your mouth instead of your hands, probably a lot longer than I expect,” you replied without a pause, sounding annoyed.

Your snarky remarks did not bother Jay at all. In fact, it amused him, and the way he was laughing softly was not helping at all. He walked over to the stalls and finally began to work only minutes after you started.

“Today is really not your day, huh?” Jay’s voice echoed behind the stalls.

“Thanks to you, it’s not,” you answered, polishing one of the hundred golden bath taps that surrounded the tub.

“You know,” Jay started, only to pause to flush the toilet so he wouldn’t have to compete with the sound. “I have a feeling that you don’t like me.”

You rolled your eyes and moved your bucket to polish the other bath taps. Jay cleared his throat as he waited for your reply.

“Is it because I’m a Slytherin?” He asked. “I mean, it’s kinda unfair that just because I’m in this House, you automatically hate me—”

“I don’t hate you,” you finally responded. “Hate is a strong word.”

“Alright then,” Jay walked out of one stall and looked in your direction before entering the next stall. “So, what’s the story?”

You let out a heavy sigh and wrung out the cloth you were holding. It was a long story, you thought to yourself. You came from a family of Slytherins—both your parents and your older brother were—but since you were old enough to understand and remember things, you had always been the odd one out in your family. They would excel academically and go on to achieve things you never even dreamed of. Your interests were always different, and what got you far at school was thanks to your personality and smart work.

It was still a vivid memory to you, the moment you sat down and let the Sorting Hat analyze you. You thought you would hear a confident ‘Slytherin!’ from the Hat, but after a couple of seconds of deciding, it placed you in Gryffindor. Switching houses was never a thing, so you did what you could and made good friends, studied hard enough to make the professors notice you, and eventually, you earned the title of Prefect as you entered the fifth year.

Despite that, throughout the years in Hogwarts, you kept hearing and witnessing stories about Slytherins, how they always happen to achieve so much but at the same time are notoriously problematic. The house you once dreamed of being a part of quickly became one that you were relieved to be excluded from, but somehow, the longing remains.

Around your third year in Hogwarts, you began hearing chatter about Park Jongseong. He became popular, it seemed, after he was assigned to be the Keeper of Slytherin’s Quidditch team, and also after he had an insane glow-up. You then noticed that he was the quiet nerd who used to bury his nose in whatever book he was reading in a dark corner in the library, but since then, he had ditched his glasses and styled his luscious silver locks in a way that—

“Y/N, are you okay?”

Jay’s voice woke you up from your extensive daydreaming, and it made you realize you were polishing one bath tap for way too long.

“How long were you polishing that tap?” Jay asked, tilting his chin towards your hand.

His question spooked you, and you were beginning to think he might have heard your thoughts. You cleared your throat before moving to the next tap. “Not long, why?”

“Because I’m done with all the toilet stalls, and I noticed you haven’t moved an inch.”

Well, that’s embarrassing, you thought. How long exactly did you zone out for?

“Should I start cleaning the pool’s floor then?” He asked, fixing his folded sleeves before squatting down and then jumping into the empty pool.

“Sure,” you said, immediately picking up your pace and trying your best not to steal any more glances in his direction.

“Listen,” Jay began, both his hands firmly holding a mop. “You got really silent after I asked a question, so I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable. We can continue to work in silence if that’s what you prefer.”

You smiled as you moved on to the next tap. “It’s fine. I was just tired.”

You refocused on your own task, determined to leave the bathroom spotless, but after a moment, you noticed Jay moving oddly around the pool floor, dragging his mop in a way that was not normal. When you lifted your head to look at him, you saw that he was singing, no, lip-syncing a song and using the mop as a mic stand, completely immersed in his imagination but being considerate not to bother you with noise.

At this sight, you burst out laughing. Jay stood up straight and turned his heel to face you, looking surprised.

“Please,” you said after you contained yourself, “do continue.”

“Miss Prefect,” Jay sighed, “this bathroom is way too huge for only two of us to clean. Do you think we can sneak out and get our wands from Snape’s office?”

You shook your head. “The door is locked with a password.”

“But you’re Miss Prefect,” Jay said, matter-of-factly. “Don’t you know the password?”

“He literally changed it after leaving us here with these cleaning supplies, Jay. I don’t know the new password.”

Jay paused and for a moment you thought he was figuring out a way to escape, when in reality, his stomach just did a backflip from the way his name rolled off your tongue.

“So, what you’re saying is there is literally no way to get out of this bathroom unless we finish cleaning it?” Jay asked.

“That is the point of detention, yes,” you replied, shrugging.

Jay groaned and turned around, pushing his mop and reluctantly continuing to clean the pool floor. You were almost halfway done with polishing all the bath taps, and you sighed as you looked at all the mirrors waiting to be scrubbed clean too.

After a while, Jay finished scrubbing the floors, and you began to wonder if you should have taken his work instead since the bath taps seemed like a never-ending task to complete. He loosened the tie around his neck and undid the first few buttons on his shirt, making you quickly look away.

“Should I help you with the bath taps or start doing the mirrors?” Jay walked over to your side before pushing himself up the edge and then standing up, towering over you.

“Mirrors, please,” you answered, this time tilting your chin to point at the direction of the sinks.

“Really? Because you seem like you’re taking your sweet time polishing all those taps,” Jay said, tilting his head to one side.

You looked up at him and he had this teasing, lop-sided smirk. Meanwhile, the unintentional doe eyes you were giving him made him almost choke on his own saliva.

“Just do the mirrors, Jay.”

You saw him smile the second you finished your sentence, and when he turned his back to you, it somehow looked like his shoulders were happy. He stood in front of the sink and did a quick count on the number of mirrors he had to clean. You saw him start from the far left, where one of the mirrors was cracked on the edge.

“Be careful with that one. Ravenclaw’s Head Girl almost—”

“Fuck!”

You heard Jay groan as he stumbled a few steps back, wincing in pain and shaking his left hand.

“Jay,” you sighed, standing up and throwing the cloth you were holding to the floor. “I didn’t even finish my sentence.”

You walked up to him and stood before him with your hand out. He looked at you questionably before lifting his left hand for you to take a look.

“Is it bad?” He asked, slightly looking away. “I don’t like the sight of blood.”

“That explains a lot,” you muttered, placing your hand carefully over his. “Oh, my God.”

“What? What is it?” Jay asked, his right hand shaking in panic.

“Your fingers are so thick and stubby, like cocktail sausages.”

Jay snorted before pulling his hand away and you giggled.

“It’s just a scratch,” you said in an attempt to calm him down. “You can carry on.”

“Well, do you have something I can use to treat it?” Jay asked.

You were already sitting by the edge of the pool to continue with your polishing. “Do I look like a walking first aid kit to you? Just spit on it and move on.”

Jay looked at you, unsure of your advice. He then turned around and decided to wash his hands with soap. The suds obviously stung, so he was flinching and wincing quietly, but he could see you giggling silently from your reflection in the mirror in front of him.

“Do you really mean it?” Jay spoke, looking at you through the mirror.

“Mean what?”

“That I have stubby fingers,” Jay clarified.

You were unsure what to make of his tone. He sounded curious but also hurt, or maybe…

“So what if you do?” You asked back, not paying attention to him.

The strands of your hair were becoming loose and covering your eyes, and you were dying to fix the scrunchie on your ponytail, but both your hands were wet and occupied with polishing. You kept huffing and puffing and even attempting to move your hair using the movements of your shoulders until Jay sneaked up behind you and tapped you on your arm.

“Here, allow me,” Jay said calmly, tugging on your scrunchie.

You sat up straight and let him pull your scrunchie off, letting your hair cascade to your back. He began brushing your hair with his fingers before gently bunching it into a ponytail. He skillfully tied your hair up into a bun that was less messy than before. You were about to thank him, but he moved from behind you and jumped back into the empty pool, standing in front of you and tucking the loose strands of hair behind both your ears.

His fingers brushed against your ear, and for a moment, you were lost in his eyes. The next thing you felt was his hand behind your neck, pulling you closer as he stood in between your legs, his lips crashing against yours. You sighed as you let yourself be enveloped in his warmth—his tongue tugging yours, his lips devouring yours, his palms pushing against your back, and his breath mixing up with yours.

You felt his hand travel lower down your back, settling on your ass before he pushed you closer to him, earning a soft yelp from between your lips. His mouth detached from yours only to give you a sly smirk before he dove back into you. Your hands rested comfortably on his shoulders as you gave into his every move, and when you felt one of his hands grazing the exposed skin of your thigh from the gap between your skirt and your knee-high socks, you gasped.

“Wanna see what these fingers can do?” Jay asked, speaking right against your lips.

Your eyes searched for his before you nodded a little too eagerly. He chuckled before sliding his hand between your legs and under your skirt. His fingers easily found their place on your clothed cunt, and despite his gentle moves, you could not hold in your moans.

“Jay,” you whimpered, hands bunching up his shirt.

“Oh, I like it when you say my name like that,” he teased, leaving a wet peck on your chin. “Can you say it again?”

He pressed his thumb on your clit before sliding it down your folds, and he could already tell that you were soaked. You were biting your lip, and he chuckled, bringing the same hand that was caressing you up and towards your chin.

“Come on, now,” Jay cooed. “Prefects are usually good students. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

His thumb slid upon your bottom lip, and you could almost sniff the scent of your own arousal. You were trembling at this point, desperate to feel more of him, so all you could give as a response was a nod.

“Say my name.”

“Jay—”

Your voice was muffled as he slid in a finger when you opened your mouth. You instinctively sucked on it before he entered another one, and then he hurriedly placed his hand back between your legs, pushing your panties to the side before easily sliding those two fingers inside of you.

“Jay!” You moaned loudly, spreading your legs wider so he could do whatever he wanted to do to you comfortably. Your fingers reached for the back of his head, pulling on his silver locks before you pushed his head to your neck. He began licking the soft skin under your chin before placing wet kisses down your neck. With one hand, you unbuttoned your top and pulled your collar open, giving him more access to your skin. He sucked on your collarbone softly and, at the same time, curled his fingers inside of you.

You repeatedly moaned into his ear, and at some point, you thought you sounded way too pathetic, but the way Jay was thrusting his fingers in and out of you and the way the squelching sound was echoing throughout the whole bathroom made you believe that the sounds you were making were actually quite tame.

“Jay,” you sighed. “Oh, my God.”

Jay lifted his head from your neck and flashed you a proud smirk before leaning in to kiss you again. You whined at the contact, and as your hands found his face, you began to caress him, pull him, and do whatever was necessary to send the message that you wanted him bad.

You felt the increasing pace of his fingers between your legs, and you began to feel the ache in your ass for sitting on the edge of the pool for too long. Jay pressed his thumb on your clit, and you threw your head back in pleasure, grabbing onto his biceps for support. When your moans started to sound higher and more in sync with the movements of his fingers, Jay leaned in and pressed his cheek onto yours before speaking right into your ear.

“Cum for me, will you?”

The deep tone and gentle vibration of his voice sent shivers down your spine, and with that, you finally reached your high. Your legs were shaking, and to soothe you, Jay began kissing your cheek softly. He kept kissing you and moving towards your lips, giving you a long peck before moving down to your chin and neck. He kissed the parts of your skin that were beginning to turn purple, and once he heard your leveled breathing, he pulled away to take a good look at you.

“Good girl,” he said right to your face.

You playfully, and very gently, slapped his face. He let out a wholehearted chuckle before pulling his hand from between your legs. Just seconds later, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom door. Your eyes widened, and Jay quickly registered the situation. He fixed your collar for you to button up before he sprinted back to the mirror he was supposed to be polishing while you frantically searched for the abandoned cloth that you had been using the whole time.

“Why am I not surprised that you haven’t finished cleaning the bathroom?” Professor Snape stated after scanning the area. “It’s almost curfew, so wrap up and continue cleaning tomorrow. I’ll consider your detention done once this place is spotless.”

You stood up and observed as Professor Snape reached into the pocket in his robe and took out your wands. After he handed them over to you and Jay, he turned around without further question and left the bathroom. Jay looked at you, and you sighed in relief, almost collapsing to the floor because of your weak knees, if not for Jay holding you up by your elbows.

“That was too damn close,” you commented, standing uncomfortably since your panties were not fixed the right way.

“I’d say it was exciting,” Jay said, leaning into you and sniffing your neck.

“Jay, stop it,” you said, placing your palm firmly on his chest.

“That’s not what you wanted me to do when I had these stubby fingers inside you,” he teased, raising his hand and wriggling his fingers in front of your face.

You smacked his hand away, and he cackled, almost making the room shake from the echo.

“We still need to come back tomorrow and whose fault is that?” You asked, your back turned to him as you were tidying up the supplies.

“Fault?” Jay tilted his head. “No, favor. You’re missing the point. We get to come back here tomorrow.”

You stood up straight before turning to face Jay. He boldly took a couple of steps towards you, closing the distance and pulling you by your waist to press your body against his.

“Are you honestly telling me you’re not looking forward to it?”

With Jay’s arm firmly around your waist, the heat of his body against yours, his eyes boring into yours, and his silver hair messy from the way you were pulling on it earlier, there was no way you could lie to his face.

“Okay, I am looking forward to it,” you said after gaining enough courage. “Maybe instead of your stubby fingers, you can show me something else.”

Jay’s eyes twinkled at your daring tone, and you both chuckled before letting each other go, nagging at him as he collected your supplies while shamelessly ogling your body.

-END-

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Like Rabbits | Garreth x f!MC

Header image: @newbienewness ✦ 4327 words ✦ NSFW content (MDNI), aged-up characters, unnamed female MC (no use of y/n), alcohol consumption, admission of feelings/slight proposition, masturbation, spanking, p in v, light dom/sub elements ✦ Plot? What plot? This was honest to god just an excuse to write about Garreth in a rabbit costume ✦ Read it below the cut or on AO3

Easter festivities were a rarity at Hogwarts, yet when an opportunity for revelry arose, the seventh-years seized it with unbridled enthusiasm.

For generations, a pact among students governed the hosting duties on such occasions. The house with the fewest points bore the responsibility (and, by consequence, the aftermath) of throwing the celebration. Slytherin, enduring a dismal streak, found themselves reluctantly poised to shoulder the burden once more, the third time not necessarily the charm. As the soon-to-be graduates gathered amidst their diminished house, they sampled the exotic hors d'oeuvres with subdued chatter, their ranks thin and their spirits somewhat subdued, shooing a curious first year who had risen from bed to visit the loo.

You couldn't help but notice the lacklustre effort put forth, evident in the half-hearted swirling of your drink and the telltale lines of boredom etched upon your brow. Natsai, however, who displayed a downright lackadaisical disinterest, was already poised to depart for the evening. "I do think the Slytherins should dedicate more focus to their house standings to avoid committing another crime such as this party."

A soft chuckle escaped your lips in response, prompting an eye-roll from Imelda as she fished a hair from her drink. "Blame Sallow, we’re still recovering from his little bridge stunt."

The memory evoked a ripple of amusement; the viaduct bridge, unimposing as ever one moment, became a terrifying tangle of devil’s snare that multiplied out of control, requiring several days' worth of Confringo to eradicate.

"I’ll let you know I’m still working through detention for that." Sebastian, the culprit in question, shot a wry grin as his classmates riled with snickers, much to his chagrin. "I was only practicing the Geminio charm for Ronen’s assignment! At his recommendation, mind you, I performed it outside on a plant! I swear, Professor Weasley was just trying to-"

"Did someone mention Weasley?"

Heads swivelled towards the echo of an announced arrival from the staircase, and before questions and curiosities could be posted, Garreth Weasley sauntered down the spiral steps wearing a riot of pink cotton with two lapin ears sprouting from his crown. The seventh-years all hollered and laughed at the sight, save for Leander, who appeared wholly unamused by his fellow Gryffindor’s getup. "The bloody hell, Garreth?"

"What?" He grinned at the tall redhead. "Surely we couldn't have a proper Easter festivity without a rabbit present? Where’s the fun in that?"

Leander's jab echoed into the rim of his goblet before he took a sip. "Is that what’s been stuffed under your bedframe for the past month? You look ridiculous."

Undeterred, Garreth opted instead to, well, air his abundance of comfort. "Yes, but I feel incredible. Quite breezy down here, innit?"

Spiked cider sputtered from Sebastian then, dribbling down his chin. "Are you wearing anything under that poacher’s pelt?"

"Isn’t my smile enough for you, Sallow?"

Yet, despite yourself, your curiosity persisted, occasionally wandering to the vicinity of his lap. Heat rose to your cheeks, unrelated to the effects of alcohol, as you observed the subtle jostle there. It was a wager, you thought, with a flush of embarrassment tinting your cheeks, that Garreth Weasley remained, by all accounts, an honest man.

"What even is this fabric?" Natsai protested, pinching the fold of fluff near her housemate’s bicep. "It appears to be rather flammable."

"Now that would provide ample entertainment for the evening." Ominis chimed in nearby, his attention still fixed on his wand-led readings, seemingly uninterested in the fraternization.

"One at a time, darlings." Garreth, the ever-enthusiastic lion, swung a wicker-weave basket to and fro, reminiscent of some fictional harbinger of joy. Nestled within the dried grass padding were several small bottles of firewhisky, a smattering of cauldron cakes, and various other treats from Honeydukes. "I knew the Slytherins were in desperate need of a Pepperup, so I've come to spread the merriment. Snakes enjoy chocolate frogs, don't they?"

"I thought snakes typically ate rabbits," Imelda quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Garreth didn't miss a beat in his response to her jest. "If I were none the wiser, Reyes, I'd wager you'd like to take a hop around my carrot—"

A muttered expletive signalled the departure of the quidditch captain, leaving behind a chorus of laughter.

You found yourself enthusiastically joining in, relishing the unexpected amusement of the evening. As the crowd dispersed, you approached Garreth to select a treat of your own.

"Happy Easter, beautiful." Garreth's voice dipped low, laced with a suggestive tone that he often employed in your company. "Care to take a seat on the Easter bunny's lap and tell me what you want to find in your basket tomorrow morning?"

"That's Santa Claus," you teased in return.

"My mistake."

The flirtations between Garreth and yourself had become somewhat of a tradition throughout your Hogwarts enrollment, though they never progressed beyond playful banter. Here and now, with alcohol’s nack for unbarring inhibitions, the thought of advancing motions with the cheeky Gryffindor didn’t seem like such an unreachable feat.

"You seem rather warm in that outfit," you observed, noting the slight sheen above his brow.

Garreth chuckled. "It's rather steamy in here, indeed. But not to worry, I can… ventilate if needed." Handing you a small package of honeycomb with a coy smirk, he added, "Here, I think you'll enjoy this one."

Before you could inquire further, Garreth was already moving through the lively crowd, intent on distributing more sweets and cheers. With a huff of amusement, you tore into the package of honeycomb, only to notice some writing on the pleat of the wrapper.

'Do you know what rabbits are known for? I think we could do it better. Tell me when you’re ready, and we can hop off for the night.'

The implications hit you like lightning.

Copious procreation.

Flammable or not, your gaze practically burned through the back of Garreth's fluffy pink ensemble as he disappeared into the throng of students.

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While the evening bled into night, even with the bolstering presence of libations coursing through your veins, the mere idea of approaching Garreth at the night's end had your insides all tangled. Harmless flirtations aside, this was a full-on proposition. What if the request was meant for someone else?

Then again, he’d deliberately dedicated the honeycomb to you…

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Somewhere between a refilled goblet and the honeycomb wrapper now tucked into your brazier like some love letter from a sweetheart posted overseas, your prior suspicions of Garreth’s costume being rather warm were confirmed. The redhead retracted an arm inside the suit, while the other unzipped the front to his navel, exposing his bare chest as he tied the sleeves around his hips.

At that moment, propriety yielded to fascination, and any pretense of restraint evaporated as you found yourself captivated by the contours of his soft yet sculpted physique. A twinge of envy stirred within you, brought on by the admiring glances of the two Hufflepuff witches directed his way from the sidelines.

Garreth leaned against the wall, a slight trickle of sweat central to his chest, freckles all flushed from alcohol and flirtations, and seeing the wizard looking entirely dishevelled in his buzzed state did something truly wonderful for your inhibitions. Downing the rest of your pep talk, you crossed the common room, approached him near the enchanted piano, and promptly cupped a hand to his ear.

"I’m ready to… hop off, for the night." You whispered, the heat carried with it curling into the shell of cartilage.

"Yeah?" Garreth’s grin settled into a keen sort of coy, and his gaze went all honed-in and confident, leaning into you with some additional insinuations in those glassy greens of his. "Sure you don’t want to linger a bit longer in this charming mildew?"

His stray dig was not lost on Sebastian, who promptly threw Garreth a pointed warning without threat behind it, bopping an ear of his fuzzy getup.

"Settle down, Sallow," Garreth chortled, relieving his cup of its contents before boldly taking your hand. “We know the snakes always host the most splendid of shindigs.”

A chorus of wolf-whistles heralded your departure, along with someone’s award-winning remark about calling Garreth ‘Thumper.’

Down the adjacent hallway you went, past another couple that was long since lip-locked, and the firewhisky fuzz in you sought the very same. At the end of the hallway that connected to the Slytherin dormitories, coincidentally located at the intersection of friendship and something more, you shoved Garreth against the wall and claimed that magical mouth of his with your own.

For all the smart comments, the witty banter, the years of flirtations that stacked the deck and colored your cheeks, Garreth melted against you, a mess of vulnerability and desire. His body responded eagerly, exploring newfound territories with a hunger born of longing. Eventually, his body caught up to the priority of the situation, wrapping both arms around you with eager motions and traveling to all the locations he’d only dreamt of visiting before.

You were moving then—perhaps another student was evicting you from the open area, nudged aptly to ‘get a room’—but at one point or another, between lips, between moans, and those magical, heated renditions of your name, you found yourselves in a vacant dormitory.

"Who’s room is this?" You pondered breathlessly.

Garreth didn’t seem to give two shits as you all but crashed into the bedroom, nearly toppling an oil lamp, sending it teetering on its pegs as you collided with a bedpost. "Don’t know, don't care."

And that conversation promptly died in between your mouths, somewhere in the tangle of your tongues, as Garreth captured your wrists, holding them above your head as he trailed kisses along your throat. Plush, pink lips planted sweet kisses, while the scuff of end-of-day stubble bit friction in their wake.

"Garreth," You murmured with a shallow draw of breath. "You… you fancy me?"

"Oh, we’re well past fancying, love." His tone dipped back into devious territory, the same place where feelings like desire and longing and, goodness, arousal held court. “I’m onto the craving stages of our little tryst, myself. And right now… I need you.”

In response to his confession, your leg instinctively hitched over his hip, eliciting a low groan as he captured his bottom lip between teeth, a rewarding gesture that spoke volumes without a word.

His grip on your wrists was released, instead seeking the supple curve of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he carried you toward the nearest bed. Settling you down with a sense of urgency, the mattress dipped with his company, and he enveloped you in his embrace, hungering for more of the kisses that fueled his wet dreams.

Garreth pulled back, settling on his knees above you, a pleased grin playing on his lips as he panted, as if suddenly realizing something, perhaps in response to the whisper of a zipper against his bare chest. "Why aren't you naked yet?"

You laughed, mischief set free as you met his gaze. "Excuse me? What about romance? Shouldn't you be wooing me or, I don’t know, engaging in some foreplay?"

The redhead chewed his lip, and it stretched with eagerness. “Of course. Where are my manners? Though I’m still taking all of your clothes off right now, I’ve waited long enough for my Easter present.”

"You don’t exactly give gifts for Easter."

There wasn’t much room left for protest, however, as Garreth all but tore your skirt from your waist, his expression telling of the countless times he’d imagined doing so, perhaps somewhere into his fist or while soaking in the shower. The billow of linen and cotton was discarded with such haste that you thought he’d taken some unspoken offence to the garment, but then his efforts were being spent on tugging your underwear down. A breath born from an expletive ensured you were plenty wet for the introduction.

Verdant irises were engulfed by pupils blown wide, as Garreth drank in the sight of your sex. "God… my imagination could never."

"Like what you see, do you?" You giggled nervously, knees bent and pressed together in honest reflex.

"You have no bloody idea how much I like what I see," he replied with a grin, his gaze tracing every contour of your exposed skin. "...what am I supposed to do now?" It was his turn for a nervous chuckle, palming whatever flesh he made contact with, his demeanour akin to that of a tourist in need of directions.

A soft moan rewarded his efforts. "Whatever you desire... I'm yours for the night, remember?"

And to seal the proverbial deal, you peeled the ruched top up and over your head, unhooked your brazier immediately after, and bit the web of your cheek as you expedited it to the floor, joining the rest of your clothing expenditures.

The honeycomb wrapper fluttered onto your stomach, and Garreth raised an amused brow. "A fond little souvenir, hmm?"

"It’s sentimental, shut up." You purred, quieting his jests with bare chests pressed, and he saw no room for further comment on the matter. Garreth was all mouth then, kissing from lips to chin to lobe as he tutted. "Before we truly make like rabbits and fornicate," He couldn’t help the huff that followed, hearing himself say such a big boy word, "there's something I want to do first."

"Tell me," you urged quietly, fingers tangled in fiery copper curls. "Tell me what you want to do to me..."

"Well, for starters..." He kissed a breadcrumb trail from your neck to your shoulder, "I want to hold you in my arms and get you off."

"Oh god," anticipation drenched your mound and arched your back. "Yes, Garreth, please…"

The sound of your voice sent shivers down his spine, confirming the suspicions he had harboured for months. Curated Gryffindor courage made his heart swell, and his hands trailed down to both hips, maneuvering you around until your back pressed against his chest, playing little and big spoons. Garreth's lips found their way to the curve of your ear, where teeth and lips took turns teasing your lobe. "Comfy?"

"Very much so," you mewled, surrendering to his magnetic presence, your bare back pressed against his chest while you lay on your side. Your hips instinctively moved in synchrony with his, firm against fluffy pink fabric slung low on his waist, and there it is—that stiffness underneath the plush that has your mouth watering and your groin humming. A snort erupted from you at the reminder of the rabbit costume, partially undressed, entirely inappropriate.

"What's that, sweetheart? Gonna share with the class?" He tsked then, and a mischievous grin adorned his face as he felt the delightful pressure of your hips against his own. "Might I… take a dip?"

"Yes," you breathed, already writhing, already wanting, even though his exploration had only just commenced. "Please, Garreth... please..."

And so Garreth learned a lot about himself then; your pleading revealed a new kink. He nuzzled your neck with a mischievous grin, his touch growing more daring as a hand dipped lower; as soon as his fingers gently caressed the carnal crux between your thighs, your neck arched a bit harshly, but that was just fine; you were too absorbed in thoughts of holy fuck, Garreth is rubbing my clit.

The prompt response surprised him, but your brash expression had an undeniable allure. A playful smile appeared on his face as he leaned in and whispered in your ear. "Merlin, this wet for me already? So generous..."

"Can’t believe I’m getting fingered by someone in a bunny costume.”

“Fingered by me in a bunny costume, thank you.” Garreth began sucking over your jugular to elicit a sweet little cry from your mouth, and with the flesh popping audibly, no doubt where a bruise would bloom, he whispered, "You're going to feel splendid around me, beautiful.”

"I want you, Garreth." Grinding your pelvis into both his palm and his dick certainly conveyed as much. It echoed the heat that built over months of minute gestures, sidelong glances, and jokes made at each other’s expense.

"I want you, too." His hand moved with purpose, with three fingers flat against your bud, dipping to explore your intimate depths while those tactful lips brushed the upward jut of your neck. An arm snaked under you and around your middle, palming a breast with a multitasking maneuver that made you squirm.

"Garreth," you whimpered as he caressed your wetness, throwing petrol on the fire within you. You found a rhythm that harmonized with the symphony he composed. "Yes, yes..."

"What is it, baby?" His thumb made love to that throb and swell of nerves, eyes closed in concentration as he leaned closer, exhalation hot on your shoulder.

"I want to come for you," you rasped, testifying that which sought to consume you. "Please… faster…"

Garreth's explorations intensified, and the sound of your slick arousal punctuated each movement. An almost accomplished smile curled his lips, relishing the subtle power he held over you. "Do my fingers feel good?" His voice danced all hushed and seductive, the grate of alcohol and lust on his throat.

You were lost in the whims of his touch, unfolding in his hands. As he quickened the pace of his fingers, your body arched along the river banks of abandon, edging closer to release. "I know something that would feel even better."

He possessed an innate knowledge of the words that would stoke the fire within you. "We’ll get there," he whispered, his breath hot on your racing pulse. "First… come for me."

"Yes," you whimpered, your voice trembling with the impending climax that welled within. His finger movements, an audacious symphony between soaked folds, carried you ever closer. "I'm… I'm… "

As your cries of pleasure came forth with volume, Garreth focused his efforts on your clitoral hood, applying firm pressure as opposed to frantic fingering, intent on prolonging the spasms. At the same time, your body practically sang his praises, and he offered the same in return. "Good girl. Now... are you ready for me?"

You panted, flipping over to face him with a breathless peppering of kisses, flush with gratitude. “Keep calling me a good girl like that, and I will be,” you breathed, gently biting his bottom lip.

He was quick on the draw, bless him. "Good girl.”

Eager motions resumed, bodies practically clinging together. "I want you inside me, Garreth." You squirmed underneath, anticipating his taking. “Let me be your good girl; take me from behind…”

Without hesitation, Garreth shifted you onto your stomach faster than his brain could sort sense of the idea. He grabbed you by the hips, repositioning you on the bed with precision, with his trademark combination of dominance and fondness. You stabilized on elbows, swaying your hips like the comely creature you were.

"Is this what my good girl wants?" he smirked, devouring the gradual parting of your legs, the invitation for him to claim what is rightfully his.

"Yes," you practically pleaded, thrumming to feel the weight of his hands upon your hips, to experience his penetration. "Please, baby... spank me."

He processed the request with his mouth slightly agape in surprise at your words. No one had ever made such a request to him before. "Are you asking me to spank my good girl?"

A coy nod over your shoulder and a bitten lip conveyed your consent. "Yes, please... I'll be good..."

"Say it properly.” The command was all supplicant and alluring, while ravenous hands sampled your inner thighs.

“Please, Garreth…” You whimpered, practically dripping. “Please, spank me.”

"That's better..."

A palm thunderclapped across your rear with unexpected force. Another followed in quick succession, harder than the first, and you cried a simpering symphony. Hips swayed and rutted, knees threatened to buckle, and your back arched as heat rooted deep. "More, please, baby..."

His breath hitched as he took in your heartfelt plea, spurred on by something that mingled and met with testosterone, compelling him to venture into unexplored realms, a captive yearning for sweet freedom. Garreth employed the enthralling control he had over you as he gripped your hips possessively, while his palm branded your buttocks.

"So good," you gasped, and each contact drew forth a garbled moan.

A mischievous smirk played across the lion’s face, as he darkened at the welting consequences of his actions. He prolonged the inevitable. "Oh, is that so?" His hand descended once more, his touch deliberate, unhurried.

"Yes, oh god..." You yearned for a proper fuck, to have your hips hammered, longed to stretch intimately around him. With your bottom lip caught between teeth, you glanced back at Garreth, exuding an eager and willing demeanour. "Baby, please..."

The taut heat of his cock nestled against your rear. Nimble fingers curled into your waist, drawing you closer, and then Garreth discovered the full extent of your arousal. "So wet for me..."

"Only for you, baby..." You pushed your hips back, feeling entirely too empty all of a sudden. "Garreth, I need you inside of me… please, take me... "

"Oh, I'm going to take you, all right."

And then, in a display of vulnerability, he guided you closer with hesitant hands seeking comfort on your thighs. With a shared breath, Garreth aligned himself, gathering warmth and wetness in kind on his cock, and announced his entry with an audible exhale.

Like a reflex, your back arched, writhing serpentine along his length as Garreth bottomed out. He provided experimental thrusts, gradually quickened the pace, and soon you were sucked into a beautiful pattern.

A primal moan parted lips in an unfiltered expression of longing as he delved deeper, as Garreth bucked from behind. Bending down, he pressed an enthusiastic kiss to your nape, grunting with the forceful motion of his fuck. With every thrust, his lips on your neck sent shivers down your spine, and with how desperate he was to hold you close, Garreth clutched you close and brought your torso upright, swaying in rhythm, your bodies making sense of one another’s.

"Oh, baby girl…" The wizard purred into your ear with a strong forearm clamped over your torso and a firm grasp tangled in your hair. He tugged at your strands as he increased his pace, the pricks of pulled nerves eliciting a gasp. His grip across your midsection anchored you to his chest, the tight hold leaving crescent marks of possession into the swell of a breast. A lovely, lewd sound escaped his throat as your hips began to meet his movements, the overwhelming pleasure consuming him entirely.

Your back pressed against his chest, and you contorted in all the right ways. With a head tilted back, your sights set on the heavens, surrendering to the moment. "Fuck me, baby. Hold me tight..."

"I’m not letting go," The words were all breath, the sound caught on the brimming heart stuck in his throat, as he leaned down to bite your neck. "You're... you're mine..."

Your hand instinctively snaked between your legs, choking your clit between index and middle digits. The intense sensation of Garreth's plumbing your depths brought you to the brink, surpassing your wildest expectations. "Oh god, Garreth, I'm... I'm coming...”

A shriek was stifled as you came hard and raw, your abdomen releasing pressure buildup as you rocked against Garreth’s cock like it was your saving grace, coaxing and prolonging your release as you disengaged from body and mind, almost going slack in his arms. The announcement, the tightness of your orgasm propelled him fuck to his full potential, chorused by your cries. He teetered on the brink, his equilibrium delicately balanced as he held onto your hip, thrusting deeper inside with each exhalation, his movements deliberate and steadfast.

The bed protested audibly as you rocked on your knees, punctuating your passionate connection. You coaxed him with a voice still raw and made all the more ragged from your climax. "Come, baby…"

Your words were the catalyst of his coming. Garreth buried his face into the back of your neck, breathing ragged and erratic as the boundless excitement that you built within him finally burst forth in a breathtaking culmination. He surrendered to an overwhelming release, spilling himself deep within.

Collapsing forward, he pressed you into the bed, his body weight a comforting presence upon you. You let out a sound of satisfaction as he settled on your back, your inner thighs slick with evidence of your shared release. An inward sigh of fulfillment escapes you while you tilt to plant a kiss on his cheek. "God, that was even better than the first."

"You’ve rendered me boneless, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as he buried his face in the crook of your shoulder. “I’m utterly spent.”

You couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle; your fingers naturally entwined with his as you both shifted onto your sides. When your eyes met, they reflected a sense of contentment and gratification. "Me too," you admitted, your voice soothing in the quiet aftermath. "Spent and drained..."

Garreth's hand tightened around yours, conveying tenderness. His lips curled into a gentle smile, a sparkle of admiration flickering in his gaze. Compelled by magnetism, you gravitated close, capturing his lips in a gentle kiss. "Stay," you murmured, longing to extend this moment of closeness.

The chuckle he responded with caught you off guard until you realized that you hadn’t the foggiest idea whose bed you just expressed your feelings in. "Ah, I see," you laughed, begrudgingly reaching for your clothes.

As you tugged each article of clothing on, Garreth adjusted the rabbit costume back into place, and you devolved into a fit of giggles. “Did you even take off that ridiculous get-up?”

“Listen, love,” Garreth smirked, claiming your chin with impish intent. “I just fucked the most beautiful woman in our year wearing this. I won't soon be criticizing its charm.”

You leaned closer to kiss him, as breathless as he made you feel. “Fair enough.”

#garreth weasley x reader #hogwarts legacy #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hl fanfic #garreth x mc #sebastian sallow #natsai onai #ominis gaunt #leander prewett

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flowerandblood · 5 months

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Winter Drabbles Series

✨ small gifts from me to my beloved fans ✨

» Graphic Headers for this Series «

Recently I have been writing a lot of long series from which I would like to take a break. I decided that I wanted to make shorter forms and the well-known drabbles seem to be the perfect excuse for it. I decided that in December (or at the end of November) I will publish 10 short forms, which − please note − will refer to your favorite series written by me! Below is a list of topics.

» The Longing «

The Impossible Choice

[ Aemond ✦ Targaryen x Baratheon! ✦ female ]

Aemond through his duties as the Hand of the King is unable to keep his promise and accompany his wife on her journey to Storms End. To his disappointment this does not stop her and she and their son leave for what seems to him an infinite amount of time.

» The Greed «

The Golden Cage

[ modern! mafia boss ✦ Aemond x female ]

Aemond wants to be the only thing occupying his girlfriend's thoughts. Although he expects her to pass her exams with good results at university, he also makes sure she doesn't forget her priorities and responsibilities − namely him.

» The Jealousy «

Rage | Revenge | Relief

[ modern! ✦ Aemond x stepsister! ✦ female ]

Aemond finally introduces his girlfriend (or actually his fiancée) to his older sibling. To his frustration, Aegon seems to enjoy this acquaintance more than he would like.

» The Bliss «

Green Snake, Red Lion

[ Slytherin ✦ Aemond x Gryffindor ✦ female ]

Solren is very stressed before her Potions exam. Aemond decides to make sure his girlfriend relaxes a bit.

» The Adoration «

The Evening Star

[ Hades ✦ Aemond x Persephone ✦ female ]

Hades decides to make his beloved wife a present worthy of her on the anniversary of her birth. Everything, including what they will do on the night, is to be a surprise.

» The Consolation «

Fair Play

[modern! ✦ Aemond x female ✦ volleyball players]

Her team loses in the national finals despite her hours of training and dedication. Her boyfriend, who unlike her has already won the championship with his team several times, decides to console her.

» The Shame «

Just this one time

[modern! ✦ Aemond x sexworker! ✦ female ]

Knowing that their relationship hasn't started in the way they would like, in an attempt to add a touch of normality they both so desire, they decide to go on a date and start things off as if they had never met before.

» The Devotion «

Wicked prayers, sweet peanences

[ priest ✦ Aemond x Strong! ✦ female ]

Although their family still cannot come to terms with his leaving the clerical state and his decision to remain in a relationship with his niece, Aemond has never felt better before in his life. He adores his most holy sacrament in his home in various more or less pious ways.

» The Care «

Glass Cuts Deepest

[ professor! ✦ Aemond x student! ✦ female ]

Aemond catches a cold, which makes him feel like these are the last days of his life. His fiancée helps him through these difficult times.

» The Trust «

The Girl With The Pearl Earring

[ modern! photographer ✦ Aemond x female ]

Aemond wants to take photos of his beloved muse in the open air. Naked. He assures her that no one will see her and he will make the best photograph of his career.

#flowerandblood christmas drabbles #christmas mini series

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totallycorny · 9 days

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Met at a Fête

Sirius Black x Fem!Reader

warnings: implied fem!reader, mentions of bullying.

To start this week off, I thought I might write for different characters. I’ve always been a Harry Potter fan but I never really got into the Marauders Era, Until now that is. Enjoy!

headers made by me!

word count: 1070+ (I lost count after that!)

You and your family were lucky to have been invited to a party, Especially one that was hosted by the Noble House of Black.

They were the talk of the Wizarding World, Anybody who passed by Diagon Alley always seemed to be murmuring about the family.

The Blacks were just that favored and admired.

Nobody disliked them, and if you did, You would be criticized for that matter.

To be precise on the word lucky, It meant that even though your family was of wizards and witches who were pure-blood, A few of them were not. Specifically, Your grandmother. Yet your family was still invited.

Her family was muggle born, She then fell in love with a wizard and well.. You get the rest. Other pure-blood families did not like that one bit.

You’d always get bullied in Hogwarts, Which was a shame because Hogwarts grew to be your home. The only home where the bullying wasn’t that bad.

Out on the streets, You’d be shoved at and pulled by the hair. Some stuck up witches would put spells on you just to make sure you knew your place.

That all changed when Aurora, Your personal owl, Flew in with a black ribbon and a letter attached to it tied to her leg.

“Mother..!” You yelped as you got up from the rocking chair, almost falling over in the process, scrambling to grab the letter.

Footsteps thumped down the stairs as your Mother peeked her head down to see what the commotion was about. “Yes, my dear?”

You carefully turned the letter over, reading the print for a second before smiling wide. Your fingers absentmindedly opened the letter without using the letter opener.

“The Noble House of Black cordially invites you to their ball.” You whispered as you skimmed over the cursive.

You almost screamed right then and there.

All you remember that day was your mother’s frantic responses of “Let me see that letter!” And “My love, Come quick!”, You could tell this was a dream come true for her.

Now here you were, In a black gown your mother had been saving for whenever you’d go to a party or a ball like this. It fit like a charm, Even for how dusty and old it was.

“Padfoot!” A young man called as he hugged someone. You couldn’t see who the other man was, Until he stepped away.

His dark eyes is what caught your attention, They were like eclipse’s in his orbs. Padfoot, You’ve heard that before haven’t you?

A lightbulb went off in your head when it finally clicked, This was the infamous Sirius ‘Padfoot’ Black. The trickster and class clown at Hogwarts whom you’d always seen in the hallways walking with a strut.

In all honesty, He was quite a handsome man, but you also admired him for his kind nature. Even though He was a Gryffindor in a Slytherin family, He wasn’t like his family at all.

You hadn’t realized you had been staring at Sirius’ face for too long until his eyes locked onto yours.

You quickly ducked behind a couple who had been way too into themselves, Maybe he hadn’t really seen you absentmindedly staring at his face.

His handsome, gorgeous and beautiful face.

God, You really were crushing, hard.

Your parents were conversing with another family, So it’s not like you could go to them. That is until you spotted a curtain, wide and large enough to hide you from guests and specifically Sirius.

Quickly, You made your escape to the dark curtain, It’s velvety attire draping over you. A breath you didn’t know you were holding escaped your mouth.

Just as you were trying to relax, your eyes closed until you blinked, Sirius had appeared right in your face.

“Woah!” You jumped, Thumping your head against the wall as you recoiled and hissed in pain. Sirius’ lips curled into a smile as he chuckled.

“Sorry, Sorry. Couldn’t help but notice someone staring at me far too long for their own liking.” A blush crept over your cheeks, Your hand that had been soothing your head finally came down to hold other hand. Immediately fidgeting.

“I was just thinking, M’ Sorry. Didn’t realize I had been staring at you until it was too late.” You awkwardly chuckle, Shrugging off your nervousness as Sirius’ eyes scanned over your form.

His smile was giving you butterflies in your stomach, almost as if you could actually throw up butterflies. “Not to worry, I know I’m really handsome that you just can’t resist me.” A smug smile appeared on his lips as he joked, going into a silly pose just to make you laugh.

And laugh you did. A snort almost came out of your lips as your hand covered your mouth. “I think hiding behind the curtains is not proper of us.” You cleared your throat as you peeked out of the curtain, looking around to see if anyone noticed.

“Right you are,” He said as he peeks out of the curtains as well. “I’ll go first so it doesn’t look suspicious of us.” He gives you a wink as he walks off, joining a group of teens who seemed to around your age and instantly fitting right in.

He didn’t have to speak before fitting into the conversation. He was that effortless. You slowly slipped out beneath the velvet drapes and stood still by it.

“He has a character about him that everyone just loves, doesn’t he?” A taller guy spoke from beside you, Making you jump once again. Why do they always appear out of nowhere?

You realized he was talking about Sirius. “He does,” You look back at Sirius for a moment before speaking up again. “Makes me wonder how him and his family are related.” You cross your arms before looking at the young man next to you.

He nods before giving you his name, His hand outstretched. “I’m Remus, Remus Lupin.” You took his hand, giving him a firm shake before it finally clicked in your head again. “You’re moony, Right?”

He snaps his fingers as he grins. “You are correct, I guess we’re that well known hm?” He shuffles in his position, Nodding at Sirius. “Well, Time to shine, See you later church mouse.” He says as he walks away from you.

Church mouse? Confusion set on your face for a bit. “Quiet as a church mouse..” You chuckled to yourself as you sighed. Guess you had a new nickname.

Your eyes set back onto Sirius, His laughter almost echoing throughout the ballroom. You could get used to his presence, A smile tugged onto your lips as Sirius looked at you and waved at you to come on over.

You won’t mind being a church mouse, As long as you are next to him.

Thank you for reading!

#marauders #marauders era #sirius orion black #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x fem!reader #padfoot #house of black #harry potter #marauders x reader #marauders x fem!reader #padfoodblackdog

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mitsuyeaah · 1 year

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sorting tr characters into hogwarts houses

Takemichi, Shinichiro, Hanma, Baji, Rindou, Mikey, Izana, Kisaki, Ran, Draken, Kokonoi, Mitsuya, Hakkai, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Inupi

GRYFFINDOR:

traits: daring, nerve, chivalry, courage, bravery, determination, reckless, prideful

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI

Of course, starting with our protagonist, Takemichi is a very determined individual, this trait originates from his loyalty toward his friends and family. He —without a doubt— is willing to risk his own life to protect those who are important to him by not backing down in a fight that he knows he cannot win just like a Gryffindor’s unwavering spirit.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ SHINICHIRO SANO

Despite being deemed as a terrible fighter by many, —including his own brother Manjiro— Shinichiro is a well known delinquent during and after his time as he was capable of leading reputable delinquents like Wakasa and Benkei. Generations of delinquents speak nothing but highly of him which indicates his distinct loyalty, kindness and bravery that many admire. He is also driven by determination and recklessness after Mikey’s accident, which led to him forcibly taking the original time leaper’s power just to save his younger brother.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ SHUJI HANMA

Hanma is an individual that disregards the consequences of his own actions, which also applies to himself; he simply does not see how valuable his life is which can be described as reckless, like a Gryffindor. Although, Hanma has shown pure loyalty toward Kisaki by following him through and through despite not caring if he gets exploited in the future.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ KEISUKE BAJI

Baji has shown his unwavering bravery as he was the one who wanted to create a gang where they can risk each other’s lives for the safety of each other; this also suggests how loyal he is when it comes to people that are extremely important to him, even going to the extent where he joins a rival gang —Valhalla— to protect his friends from an enemy. Baji also has a reckless side to him, where he is able to punch a random person without a single reason.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RINDOU HAITANI

Rindou is a reckless person who easily engages in fights and is not afraid to cause an injury despite its severity. His recklessness has shown to be his biggest weakness when it comes to fighting as he thinks with his emotions like a Gryffindor would. In result, Rindou hugely under estimated a well-capable opponent that he was up against, leading to his unfortunate defeat. He is also a prideful individual who is proud of what he and his older brother are capable of together.

SLYTHERIN:

traits: cunning, ambition, resourcefulness, determination, pride, self-preservation

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ MANJIRO ‘MIKEY’ SANO

Being the leader of a gang, Mikey has indicated that he possesses strong leadership skills, and has shown this through being a self-assured and confident individual, —also mentioned by Baji— this drives his ambition to create a new age for delinquents. Mikey is also very loyal toward his friends and family, even to the extent of seeking ways to get Pah-chin out of juvie. despite him clearly stating that he wanted to take responsibility; this perfectly describes Slytherins as they will certainly go to great lengths to not leave anyone behind no matter how cunning they are.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ IZANA KUROKAWA

During his leadership with Tenjiku, Izana has made it clear that he looks down on his men and does not care about them, only seeing them as disposable tools of destruction. Just like a Slytherin’s determination, he is not afraid to use any means to see the end of his goals, such as wanting to destroy his adoptive younger brother, Mikey. Despite all this, Izana is still a very loyal individual, where he voluntarily stepped in front of a gun to spare his bestfriend, Kakucho.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ TETTA KISAKI

It is not a secret that Kisaki will use any means to reach his goals like a Slytherin would; he is cunning, and is able successfully manipulate those around him for his plans to work; this can be seen with how he took advantage of Kazutora’s mental instability and manipulated him into stabbing Baji. He does not care about his subordinates as he only sees them as a stepping stone to his success, even going to extreme lengths of incriminating or sacrificing others’ lives so that he is able to move forward with his plans.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ RAN HAITANI

Ran is an apathetic individual, even when it comes to fighting, which enables him to fall back into underhanded techniques against opponents to gain an easy victory, just like a Slytherin would to achieve one’s goal. When it comes to trust, he is very reserved and only has a limited circle of who he truly trusts and respect, his younger brother being in that circle; Ran also holds a high regard for himself as he knows what he and his younger brother are capable of. Slytherins are the same as they often see themselves as superior amongst other houses, which is why they prefer to stick to their own kind.

RAVENCLAW:

traits: wit, learning, wisdom, acceptance, intelligence, creativity, rational, attentive

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ KEN ‘DRAKEN’ RYUGUJI

Just like a Ravenclaw, Draken is characterized as mature and logical when it comes to tricky situations; an example of this was after their conflict with Moebius where Draken was able to accept and respect Pah-chin’s decision to get arrested and take full responsibility for the situation, despite the damage it would do, Draken saw the decision as the best option. He was also very respectful toward the victim’s parent and even bowed to him when there was no need to, showing his wisdom.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ HAJIME KOKONOI

Kokonoi is an intelligent character who thinks logically like a Ravenclaw as he was able to execute what he learned from research and books into his personal life, therefore successfully making money at a very young age. His tactical ways of monetary gain enabled him to be sought-after by several organisations such as Kantou Manji, Tenjiku, and Bonten. Despite attaching himself to Inupi, Koko was able to learn to become independent and detach himself from his best friend, as he’s accepted that Inupi is just a remnant of Akane

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ TAKASHI MITSUYA

Without a doubt, Mitsuya is a level-headed individual who has faced life with nothing but maturity despite how tough things get for him. With this, he is also very caring toward friends and family, such as his younger sisters, Luna and Mana; his character has shown attentiveness and creativity toward his younger sisters, such as sewing them a plushie as he did not have enough money to buy one.

HUFFLEPUFF:

traits: loyalty, just, hard-working, patience, fairness, modesty, friendly, selfless

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ HAKKAI SHIBA

Hakkai is a very friendly person, he shows great care & selflessness toward those who are important to him, even if it means being the one hurt in the end; such as taking the blame for Taiju’s murder to shield his older sister —Yuzuha— of the harsh consequences. Hakkai’s selflessness is also seen when he decided to go up against Taiju, despite being weaker than him. He is also a very bubbly individual, especially when being around the person he respects the most, Mitsuya. Conversely, Hakkai is also shown as a very timid man; he lacks self-confidence & courage, —which is a trait often seen in Hufflepuffs— resulting in being in constant fear of his older brother.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ CHIFUYU MATSUNO

Chifuyu has shown extreme loyalty toward people he looks up to, such as Baji & Takemichi, which is a distinctive Hufflepuff trait. His unwavering loyalty can sometimes get him into situations where harm comes his way but this does not stop him from blindly helping out those who are in need of a hand. Chifuyu is characterised as a hard-working individual, this can be seen during the time he met the First Division Caption, Baji & has vowed to become his second-in-command.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

Past his mental instability, Kazutora is a loyal person to both Toman & Mikey; we have seen how he was unable to accept the path way Toman had gone down into in the future, as well as wanting to help Mikey become someone better in the Bonten timeline. Although, his extreme loyalty towards Mikey led him to his biggest downfall during the time he wanted to get his friend a gift for his birthday, and thus leading to Shinichiro’s untimely death.

₊✮⸜ ༘⋆ SEISHU INUI

It is without a doubt that Inupi is an extremely loyal individual, whether it be towards Black Dragon, Kokonoi, or Takemichi. His loyalty is shown when he was very committed to reviving Black Dragon to its 10th generation with his bestfriend Koko, suggesting how hard-working he is. Another example of his loyalty can be seen where Inupi voluntarily devotes his life to Takemichi and supporting his plans.

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my tears ricochet (n.l.)

a/n: tumblr seriously decreased the quality of the banner which is disappointing, but not surprising...

anywho! i am back because for the longest time, my heart has been wanting to write this fic, but my stupid brain kept ignoring it because i'm pretty sure my brain is broken, but anyway, enough about that.

this is another ~11 pager lovelies! i put xneville because that is the romantic pairing, but this is mostly focused on the sibling relationship and the downfall of it so it's a sibling!reader x sibling!draco malfoy fic mostly, but i have some good neville fluff, but not much neville in it sadly. anywho, i hope you lovelies like this and let's hope listening to my heart gets me out of my writing slump because i have a lot to write lovelies!

tv show/movie: harry potter

pairing: draco malfoy x malfoy!fem!reader (sibling) / neville longbottom x fem!malfoy!reader

not requested

synopsis: y/n had expected her parents to disown her, she knew it was going to happen, but disowning an eleven-year-old? to top it all off, they have seemed to turn the last person she had in her corner against her all because she found love.

keep an eye out for the continuation of this fic, learn more with my folklore/evermore collection

taglist: (since this is a romantic neville fic, i decided to just include neville's taglist members!)

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She had expected everything she got from her parents. The silence, the disowning, the forgotten birthdays. She was basically a stranger living in their mansion. A ghost wandering through the corridors, ignored by everyone except the house elves and her younger brother (only when her parents are not around to avoid reprimanding and punishment). From the very moment she was sorted into Gryffindor when she was eleven, she was no longer considered a Malfoy to her parents. They disowned their eleven-year-old daughter because of blood-purity.

One thing she never expected was this. Standing there, in the empty corridor. Her brother, Draco stood across from her, his stance defensive and agitated as he snarled at her. The deep emerald on his Slytherin robes was illuminated by the flickering flames in the torch - a contrast from Y/N’s own scarlet on her robes. “A Longbottom? One of the very families who fought against our own parents, Y/N?” He spat at her, different words but the same sentence over and over again. He was talking in circles at this point.

Draco had been the one she never expected to turn on her. She had tried her best to keep him from being compelled to their parent’s side. To keep him from being brainwashed, to protect him from the harsh and bigoted views of the Malfoy clan. “Your parents, Draco,” Y/N spoke back, voice broken and quiet, but Draco heard it - evident by the flare in his nostrils. “They stopped being mine when I was eleven.”

“You still have loyalties, Y/N. Regardless of if they ignore you or not, you are still a Malfoy,” Draco boomed. Y/N closed her eyes, willing the stinging in her eyes to cease - knowing that she couldn’t cry in front of the one person she would seek out for comfort. He wasn’t her little brother anymore. He was a product of the indoctrination of the Death Eaters. “You can’t date that Longbottom boy, they are one of our people’s sworn enemies.”

“Neville is not his parents, nor are his parents the bad guys, Draco. Godric, I have tried so hard,” The stinging was back, worse this time as a ball formed in her throat, the words of her sentence breaking. “To keep you from falling into their trap, but I guess I failed. I guess they painted your mental picture of me with doubt and contempt when I tried to show you their true colours.”

Draco strode towards her, but she stayed there, unmoving as he approached her. Her younger-than-her-by-a-year brother is now towering over her and how she missed the days when he was running around, pestering Potter and throwing out insults he would regret. That Y/N had taught him was wrong but his impulsive mind would act before thinking. “How dare you speak of our parents that way?” Draco practically growled. As if he were a guard dog for the people that just view him as a puppet to carry on their harmful and immoral morals when they are gone.

“Again Draco, they are not my parents anymore. Their morals are not mine and they shouldn’t be yours, but I failed you and for that, I will forever be sorry, but I will not sacrifice my happiness by leaving the one thing I have left.” She stood her ground, despite Draco’s long finger pointed in her face accusingly.

“You’re dead to me.” The words rang cold in her bones, her heart practically stopping, shattering as if those words were a curse. Penetrating a wall that took years to build, but only took three seconds to break.

It was as if the world around her had stopped moving, screeching to a halt. But, at the same time, it felt as if the spinning picked up, swirling around her in blurred colours. Fighting the weight settling on her chest, she couldn’t let him know his words hurt her. That’s what he wanted. To hurt her. To force her to stop fighting. She could remember when he called her brave for fighting so hard and now, he was one of the ones who wanted to tame her. To restrict her.

Her resolve broke as his cold, grey eyes stared into hers angrily. Her chest heaved as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t have it in her to leave with grace. He had been one of the only people who stuck with her. Grace be damned, she was going to hit him where it hurt. She was going to sink his ship just like he sunk hers. She’s going to kill him just as he killed her. “Just know that I love you, Draco. You and Neville were the only two things I had, and now I’ve lost you to save him, but regardless of that, I will always love you until my dying day. Just like I promised.”

Her words didn’t seem to hit him, but he could see the change in her from utter brokenness to fire. She was still fighting, just not in the same way. She was fighting her sadness, her grace. She was fighting the one thing she said she would never do - leave him. To haunt him. To forget him. “Do what you want, you’re nothing to me but a ghost.” He spat, turning on his heel and striding away. The echoes of his shoes hitting the stone echoed faintly the further he got. Even when he was out of sight, she could still hear him.

Standing there, she blinked. Wanting to sink to her knees and cry as if she had witnessed someone meaningful to her be killed mercilessly, she stood there, unable to do it. She hoped that she had killed him just the same, but she couldn’t be sure. Draco is a guarded person, he doesn’t let the hurt show. He was trained not to by their father. Taking a deep breath, she turned around and walked away from the spot she lost her best friend. Lost her brother forever.

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No angry letter. No Howler. Nothing, just further disappointment and disowning. Y/N had expected her parents to do something to express their displeasure to her about her dating Neville when the news finally broke beyond Hermione and Luna, but nothing. They had sent Draco instead as the final blow to her. The secret weapon they held in the arsenal for years, waiting for the right time to cut her deep. They knew nothing they would do would hurt her quite like them turning her brother on her.

“What are you thinking about love?” Neville asked, settling next to Y/N as she sat on the couch, staring intently at the roaring fire in thought. She felt his comforting arm wind around her shoulders, making her tear her eyes away from the flickering flames to look at him.

His round face was alight with the orange glow from the fire, looking as comforting as ever. His brown eyes, soft and calming, stared back at her, surrounding her with more warmth than any fire could emit. “Oh, nothing.” She sighed, falling into his body, cuddling in under his arm, head falling to the crook of his neck. She felt the weight of his head settling on top of hers, leaning into her too.

“You’re thinking of your brother, aren’t you?” He whispered, fearful of breaking the serene energy of the room. Heaving out a sigh, she glanced down at her fingers. Almost as if he knew without seeing, Neville reached blindly towards her hand, intertwining their fingers together.

“Admittedly, yes. Do I want to? No, but he finds his way back in,” She revealed, staring down at their combined hands. “He’s turned into my worst fears. Everything I didn’t want for him. Now, I’ve lost him.”

Neville, with his hand holding her bicep, squeezed her to him affectionately. For a quiet, mousy boy, Neville never stood back when his loved ones needed comfort. The surest Y/N had ever seen him was when Luna was crying over something to do with the Nargals and he didn’t even waste a second wrapping her up in a hug. That day was the day she knew she loved Neville. “You know, in life, you gather people like stones. You never know what the rock is for. Sometimes, you just throw them away and sometimes you make diamonds out of them. Sometimes, family are the rocks you throw away. Sometimes they are the ones you turn into diamonds.”

She paused with furrowed eyebrows. Slowly, she turned her head to look up at him, seeing him looking intently at the fire. “And Draco was one meant to be thrown away. No matter how hard I tried, I would never turn him into a diamond?” She questioned softly.

Turning his head, Neville’s eyes seemed to pour into her soul in the purest and most loving way. “Sometimes, it’s up to the rock if it wants to be a diamond or if it just wants to be a rock. Draco is the only one who can turn himself into a diamond at this point.”

“You know, you’re smart and wise, Neville. I wish more people would see that,” She hummed. “I just hope Draco wished I was still in his life.”

“I am sure that he’s cursing your name, wishing you would see things his way,” Neville spoke. “He's a victim of his own mind. He thinks he’s right and you’re wrong because that is what he is made to think.” He pointed out, giving Draco the benefit of the doubt despite all the horrible things Draco has said to him (and done). Another reason Y/N loved Neville. His selflessness, his ability to see the slightest of good within people.

Now, without Draco, she only had one person in her corner - Neville, but my Godric, she wouldn’t want anyone else. Telling her she was brave for the fight she fought every Godric-damn day of her life. Giving her nothing but love, and support. Unlike her brother who, even though he said he loved her, still put her through hell every day. Unlike her parents who threw her away like a useless rock - undestined for a life of a diamond. Neville would never throw her away - he would display her proudly on the mantle even if she was just a boring rock. “I just want to run away from all of this, Neville.” She muttered, twisting around to bury her face in his sweater-clad chest, fighting against the tears.

With a soothing ‘shush’ and large, gentle rubs over her back, Neville pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “When we’re both out of Hogwarts, we can go anywhere you want, because you can go anywhere you want.” He reassured her.

“I can go anywhere I want-” She whispered back to herself, her voice muffled by Neville’s sweater. ‘Just not home.’ She thought in her head. She would never find the comfort she had with her brother. Never feel the warmth of familial love again. Instead, the mansion that awaited her visit for the summer holiday would be even colder. Void of comfort and love. No, the mansion was not home, Draco used to be her home. But she could never go back there now.

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Laughter filled the Three Broomsticks, and Y/N sat in the middle of it all, surrounded by her closest friends and acquaintances. At the beginning of it, she had longed to see her brother walk through the door to join in on the joyous festivities, but that platinum hair had yet to grace the threshold of the warm and overcrowded pub. Her heart had burned in disappointment for a while, but as her friends poured around to congratulate her on being top of her class, the thought of her brother faded, but still lingered in a last-ditch effort of hope settling in the bottom of her arching heart.

Neville, despite his dislike of crowds and loud events, sat next to her, sipping at a butterbeer, talking to Luna beside him about the plants each animal eats and what benefits they gain from it. Hermione sat at Y/N’s other side, eyes darting around the party to ensure her perfectly planned event was running as smoothly as possible. “Madam Rosmerta,” She flagged the owner down as she breezed past, laughing and talking to one of the students who frequented the pub. She treated most of them like her own children sometimes. “Could we get two more butterbeers, please?” Hermione handed her the exact change for two butterbeers.

“You know, I can pay for my own butterbeers, I worked enough hours over the summer holiday, it won’t put me out, Hermione.” Y/N informed her as Madam Rosmerta stuffed the coins in her apron. Hermione shushed her. Y/N loved her friends and boyfriend, but they had never allowed her to pay for anything if they were with her. Always spewing something about her not having access to the Malfoy fortune and they didn’t want her to spend all the money she’s worked so hard for since she was Eleven.

“This is a celebration for you, even if you weren’t disowned by your parents, we would still not let you pay for anything today.” Hermione informed her, leaning back against the back of the round booth they sat in. Rolling her eyes, Y/N scoffed. As much as she hated that her friends and boyfriend babied her that way, she couldn’t argue that she loved it all at the same time.

Hands clasped together with her aforementioned boyfriend, Y/N looked over at him as he took another swig of his butterbeer. His brown hair was combed perfectly, his bangs swept in a swoop running across his forehead, his round cheeks puffed with all the liquid he just sucked back. He pulled the mug from his mouth, a bit of foam remaining on his upper lip that he hurriedly swiped off with his tongue. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

Y/N’s comment obviously caught him off guard as his eyes grew wide and a blush invaded his cheeks instantly as he snapped his head to look at her. She giggled at this, heart the lightest it had been since the incident with Draco in the dark corridor. And, to think, people thought they weren’t a good pair simply because Neville is quiet and shy. They said she would corrupt him, that the relationship would be over in a week. They hadn’t known that they were already six months into it before the secret fought its way out.

“Ron! I told you to keep an eye out and you abandoned your post for what? A turkey leg?” Hermione’s harsh whisper caught the couple’s attention, making them look over to her just in time to see her whack her not-official boyfriend with a napkin.

“Keep an eye out for what?” Ron asked, his mouth full of a bite of turkey leg, a clueless look on his round, freckled face. Harry, who sat across from him and was on a Hermione delegated break from the door watch for some reason Hermione refused to tell Y/N, turned in his chair. Following Hermione’s line of sight, Harry sighed.

“I would reckon she wanted you to keep an eye out for that, Ron.” He sighed, nodding towards the door. Out of curiosity, Y/N looked over. There, towering over the students crowding around the door due to the high volume of people crowded in the already warm and foggy room, stood the slim figure she was sure would never appear here today. Draco.

His sharp, grey eyes landed on her, meeting her eyes as if the sibling bond was not severed. Begrudgingly, he weaved around the people. Part of Y/N wanted him to come to their table. Another part of her hoped he wouldn’t. It has been hell for her. He has put her through nothing but hell with him breezing past her if they hadn’t stayed up confessing every deep, dark secret that swirled beneath their surfaces. As if she was not even there. As if she were a ghost. The glares he sent her across rooms when she would send him letters without signing her name off. She should have known he would know it was from her. The sight of the anonymous gifts she would send him that he would break beyond the point of repair and stick outside the Gryffindor Common Room. It had been hell for her.

Part of her was delighted and part of her nearly died when he stepped up to the table, blocking the sight of Harry and Ron’s table. Hermione glared up at him and Neville (bless his soul) was practically shivering in fear, but still gripped Y/N’s hand tighter in a sign of support, comfort and protection. “What do you want, Malfoy?” Hermione was the first to speak with a snarl, her nose turned up slightly as she raised her chin, sitting up again.

She knew how her family (Draco included) was spinning the story to anyone who matters. She was the ungrateful daughter who left the family. She abandoned them. She made their life hell. Regardless of the gifts she poured all over Draco. Ring encrusted with diamond. A snake ring with emeralds. She had used the little bit of money she was able to squeeze from her parents to buy them. She was the bad guy in their story laced with lies and now she was the bad guy. They had killed her hard work, killed her chances. They had killed her and now she was staring down a life of fighting tooth and nail to crawl her way out of the grave they buried her in.

“I heard you are top of your class after exams.” Draco ignored her. He wore his black suit, his hair perfect. But it wasn’t in the same endearing way Neville does, it was in an I’m-better-than-you-because-of-my-father way. As he crossed his arms over his chest, a gleam of jewellery caught Y/N’s eyes. His rings she gave him. Was he wearing them because he longed to be connected to her again? Because he missed her? Or was it to wear them as he continued to bury her? Another nail in the coffin of their once-strong sibling bond.

“If I’m dead to you, why are you here at a celebration of what is to come in my life, Draco?” She questioned. Was it a ploy to dig the dagger in further? To dangle the memory of the good times in front of her before ripping them away again - reopening the wound?

“I just came to say congratulations.” Draco looked down his nose at her. It took everything within her and she still failed to take the high road.

“I am sure you mean it, just as much as when you said that you loved me,” She quipped. He told her repeatedly that he loved her, that she was his favourite. That she was so strong and that he looked up to her. “Just know, Draco, that I know I linger in the back of your mind, haunting you. Taunting you. Eating away at your soul because as much as you try to hurt me, I am sure you still miss me in your bones. You can aim for my heart with your attacks, you can go for my blood - for my head, but I know you hear my voice on repeat when you’re lying awake at night, like a stolen lullaby. I haunt you, but I never wanted to-” She paused. “Remember that.” She couldn’t go with grace, she needed to hurt him. To plant herself in his mind, engraving herself in his mind. He was aiming for her heart and seeking out her blood and so was she.

Releasing Neville’s hand as she maintained eye contact with her fuming brother, she nudged Hermione. “Where are you going?” Neville asked her, brown eyes clouded with concern, his eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back soon.” She informed him, breaking her eye contact, to look back at him, reassuring him that she was fine. Their eyes meeting, the world slowed, but also seemed to speed up its turning. The same sensation that happened to her in the corridor, but a completely different feeling attached to it. She barely recognized the sound of Draco striding back out of the pub.

“I’m fine, Love,” She reassured him. “I just need to clear my head.”

“I’m sorry for all of this, Y/N.” Neville called out to her, guilt sitting in his throat and oozing out with his words.

The second she stepped out the back door of The Three Broomsticks, the rain pelted her, soaking her clothes in the spring rain. She didn’t care about the way her clothes and hair stuck to her skin, or the chill the cold rain brought or the feeling of the breeze hitting her body full force. She just continued to walk a distance. The wind and the sound of the rain hitting everything around her drowned out any noise.

“Godric, why you? Why did I need to lose you,” She sobbed, tears mixing with the rain hitting her face. Her voice strained as she screamed at the grey sky. “Why did I have to fail you? What did I do to deserve this hell? Not even on my worst days, did I do anything to merit this hell! Never did Neville deserve to feel guilty for this!” She screamed as if she were talking to Draco, knowing that he would most likely never talk to her again after this day.

As much as it pained her, she knew she wouldn’t have it in herself to allow him to get away with hurting her. She couldn’t live with herself if she went with grace. She needed to have that in Draco’s head. She needed to sink her parent’s secret weapon against her. She needed to allow herself the chance to haunt them. All of them. But what did it cost her? It cost her ever going home.

Suddenly, she felt the familiar sweater-clad arms wrap around her, slowly guiding her down as her knees gave out. Her sobs were drowned out by the sound of the rain as he held her, slowly rocking her back and forth as they sat in the mud and allowed the rain to wash over them. “It’s not your fault, Neville.” She sobbed, wanting him to stop feeling guilty. She might have lost one home, but she now has the best and most loving home in Neville’s arms.

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