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mischievous-thunder · 2 days ago
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*Sirius having a conversation with the stray dogs as Padfoot*
Dog 1: I played with the kittens today.
Dog 2: I chased butterflies in the park and then fell asleep.
Padfoot, licking his paws: Ha! Amateurs! I just chewed a hole in my husband's new sofa.
Both 1 and 2: He threw you out, didn't he?
Padfoot: Irrelevant.
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dreaminginpastels · 2 days ago
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Heya darling! Alright I am the library anon and I need to see how you establish and expand upon Sirius🥰 Can I please get a piece on Sirius maybe actively pursuing Reader though she lets her fears get in the way? Bonus points if it ends in a big love confession from Sirius💖
of shakespeare and stars
pairing: marauders era!sirius black x fem!reader
summary: you’ve caught sirius black’s attention but are unrelenting in refusing his advances until one day when he goes too far in an attempt to woo you and is forced to be …*shudders*... sincere.
warnings: public embarrassment, mentions of social anxiety, mentions of abusive family.
word count: 2k
a/n: oh my goodness you are the absolute sweetest library anon! thank you so much for sending in my first request on this blog ☺️ I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope that it is everything that you wanted it to be - it’s the least I can do to repay your kind words. please feel free to request again in future 🥰
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You had almost made it to Herbology, which meant that you were almost safe. Safe from the menace that otherwise went by the name Sirius Black. You had to admit, the boy had his moments, but he was also renowned for pursuing a different girl every week, and for the last four, his sights had been set on you.
You assumed that the reason you had held his attention for so long was because he liked a challenge, and it seemed as though he was not giving up any time soon. You just wished that the invisibility cloak from your beloved childhood tale had been real so that you could use it to get to each class without prompting that dreaded-
“y/l/n, wait up!”
You groaned and sped up, hoping to avoid yet another cringe-worthy encounter with the rambunctious marauder. To no avail.
“Phew!” Sirius panted, “Nearly missed that gorgeous face. How would I have made it through Care of Magical Creatures?”
“Hmm, I don’t know, Black,” you retorted smugly, “I’d take a Chimaera over you any day.”
Sirius placed an open palm to his chest dramatically. “Oh how you wound me y/l/n.”
You smirked, keeping your pace up as you approached the greenhouse, hoping that the tolerable silence continued for the remainder of your trek.
“So…” Sirius piped up, mischievously, “Have you given any more thought to that date of ours? I was thinking we could spend an evening under the stars in the Astronomy Tower. I would feed you chocolate-covered strawberries and then, who knows?”
You rolled your eyes as you reached the greenhouse before turning to him over your shoulder. “Never gonna happen, Black.”
“Pads, please, that was pitiful to watch,” James complained as Sirius approached the rest of the Marauders. They began walking to their classroom. “When are you gonna give up on that girl?”
“My dear Prongs, at the ripe age of eleven, I was sorted into Gryffindor house. You know the kind of backlash that brought with my parents. I spent years developing the skills to set up permanent-sticking charms of Gryffindor banners, pictures of girls in bikinis, and motorcycles throughout my room at my parent’s house. I went through every step to become an animagus for our swell chum Remus here-”
Remus shuddered.
“Sorry, Moony-”
Remus awkwardly waved it away as nothing as they turned the corner to the Care of Magical Creatures classroom.
Sirius suddenly turned around to face the group, who quickly stopped behind him.
“My point is…” Sirius stood tall, raising his head regally, as if a king making a declaration to the mere peasants below, “If there is one thing that Sirius Black is not, it’s a QUITTER.”
With a flourish, he turned and dramatically entered the classroom behind him.
Entering the Astronomy classroom, you were surprised to find that Sirius didn’t try his usual flirtatious banter with you this time. Instead, he opted to merely turn to you with a smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
Oh no, you decided, this was much worse.
Class began with Professor Sinistra giving her usual praise to Sirius for, you assumed, existing?
“And congratulations are to be given once again to our star pupil, Sirius Black, for his outstanding star chart homework.”
“Well, Professor,” Sirius began in his usual cocky tone, “They don’t call Sirius the brightest star for nothing.”
Remus groaned at the same time you did, while James let out an approving chuckle.
“Oh- why yes, yes.” Professor Sinistra continued in an attempt to regain the composure of the class. “Now, today-”
“Actually Professor,” Sirius interrupted, “I have something that I would like to say in front of the class, on the topic of the brightest stars in the sky.”
“Very well Sirius.”
The next two minutes would be the experience that you would refer to for years to come whenever anyone mentioned the term “mortification”. You would say that no living being knew mortification the way that you had the moment that Sirius Black, in front of a room full of students and a bewildered Professor Aurora Sinistra, knelt down in front of you and recited Shakespeare.
He cleared his throat and looked up at you with his trademark smirk and a raised eyebrow before dramatically closing one hand before his face in focus.
“Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browned night;
Give my my y/n; and, when I shall die,
Take her and cut her out in little stars,
And she will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night…”
When he had finished, he stood up and bowed, looking up at you with both eyebrows raised, asking if you were impressed, if he had finally won, if he had finally convinced you with his declaration to go on a date with him. But all you felt was shame. The room was muffled with the amount of blood that had rushed to your face. Holding back tears, you grabbed your books, muttering something to Professor Sinistra about needing to be excused.
Retreating to the nearest bathroom, you threw water in your face and breathed deep breaths to calm yourself. You looked in the mirror tentatively. As expected, you were beyond Gryffindor red, and you were convinced that you could never be seen in public again. By the time you left the bathroom and headed to your dorm, you had decided that changing your name and hiding in the Muggle world would be a fate better than this. At least that way you would never have to see the smug face of Sirius Black again.
The rest of your day had passed by uneventfully, but whether that was due to you essentially locking yourself in your dorm through dinner and thanking your lucky…well…stars…that astronomy had been your last class, was anyone’s guess.
While you had been determined to stay cooped up in your room until the next day, you felt the need for some fresh air and waited until later in the night to sneak back up to the Astronomy Tower where you ironically felt the most at peace.
Tonight was no different. Something about the quiet of the night, feeling the intimacy of your connection with the stars, secure in the knowledge that nobody was going to interrupt you, was so freeing. You felt like you could be anybody - you could be you - with only the stars as your judge. But then you remembered Sirius’ concluding words
That all the world will be in love with night.
Ugh. He had to take your special time as well. Nothing was sacred with that boy.
“Merlin’s beard, what kind of a buffoon quotes Shakespeare in front of an entire class?!?”
“Uh, this buffoon would be the answer to that question.”
You sighed and turned to see Sirius Black cautiously approaching you. He gestured to the spot next to you. You reluctantly nodded.
“Look y/n-”
“Sirius, I-”
Sirius chuckled. “May I?”
You nodded again.
“y/n, I’d like to apologise.”
“Wow, the great Sirius Black knows what that word means,” you retorted. “Colour me impressed.”
He grimaced in pain. “Okay, I guess I deserve that. But genuinely, I want to apologise for my behaviour today in class-”
“I just don’t understand why.” You interrupted. “I’ve been wracking my brain all evening trying to work out what I could have possibly done to you to warrant that kind of humiliation. I knew you were a prankster but I didn’t realise you could be so cruel.”
He was silent for a moment, lost in thought looking up at the stars. You were surprised by the tenderness of his voice when he began speaking again.
“I assume that it’s common knowledge that my family are…well, disapproving of basically my entire existence. It’s not been an easy road and it’s basically the most unpleasant reminder imaginable every time I go to Astronomy. Good ol’ Black family. What an original theme. Even just doing the homework is brutal.”
“Look, I’m sorry about your family. Truly. I can’t imagine how tough that must be. But if you hate it so much, why are you even doing Astronomy? I get that you’re a prodigy at it but that’s no reason to continue if it’s hurting you this badly.”
He laughed. “Only you would offer me sympathy when I literally ruined your day.”
“Yes, well, unlike some people, I have the decency to respect the dignity of my peers.”
He nodded in thought again.
You sighed. “Alright, so what’s your reason for doing Astronomy then? What could possibly be so important to you that it’s enough to make you sit through all those torturous lessons and triggering homework tasks?”
He turned to you then, dark eyes finding yours in a tender expression of longing. Then, in the most vulnerable voice you had heard in your life, he uttered just one word.
“You.”
Your eyebrows raised in shock. “I’m sorry, you mean to tell me that this silly infatuation you currently have with me is supposedly strong enough to make you endure a year’s worth of Astronomy lessons?”
“Well, yes.” He chuckled nervously. “Why is that so hard to believe?”
You looked at him quizzically. “Because you’re Sirius Black? You change interest in girls more often that I visit the library. Which is often. Besides, the only thing that makes me special compared to those other girls is that I don’t give in as soon as a pretty boy shows some interest in me.”
Sirius feigned shock. “Did you just call me…pretty?”
You rolled your eyes. “You are unbelievable.”
He smiled. “No, what is unbelievable is that you haven’t noticed that my affections have only been directed at you for the entirety of this year.”
You laughed. “Good one, Black, I’ll admit, that was quite funny.”
He looked at you knowingly for a moment.
“Wait…you’re serious?”
“Well technically I’m always Sirius.”
You groaned. At your wit’s end with his riddles, you moved to stand up. “As…tolerable…as this has been, Black, I’d better be off.”
He reached up for your arm to stop you. “Wait, y/n, please.”
You sighed and sat down in annoyance.
“Why are you so stubbornly refusing to believe this? To believe me?”
You took a deep breath and looked into his eyes. “I’m scared. I don’t want to let you in just to be hurt. I don’t want to be another one of your floozies. I need to know - is this real, or do you just want someone to pursue?”
He took both of your hands in his as he considered his response thoughtfully. “y/n. I thought that it was a loving gesture to profess my feelings for you in front of the class and I realise now that that was just me being a coward, wanting to use someone else’s words rather than my own so that they were somehow worthy of you. But the truth is, I’ll never be worthy of you. You’re one of the most brilliant witches of our year, if not the school. You have the kindest heart - I mean, the fact that you’re even letting me speak to you after what I did today let alone actively try to comfort me is testament to that. You make me want to be…better… somehow. To show you that I’m more than just the guy that hides behind pranks and flirting to cover up how empty he feels inside. I just don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to show you that I’m really, truly, undeniably, pathetically, head over heels for you.”
You caressed his cheek, lifting his head up from its drooped state. He hadn’t the courage to look you in the eye.
“You just did.”
As he smiled, you saw a glimmer of the child he hoped he had been. One worthy of the love of his parents. His brother.
You pulled him into a gentle hug, heart melting at his vulnerability and tenderness. For a moment, you wondered who he was and what he had done with the real Sirius.
As you pulled away, leaving his warm embrace, you smiled kindly at him.
“So does this mean we get to go on that date?!?”
You rolled your eyes and nudged him playfully.
Yep. There he was.
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tealeafgrimm · a day ago
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Finding You
Draco Malfoy x Reader Words: 4.7k Summary: Searching for Horcruxes, your path unexpectedly leads you to Malfoy manor. You come face to face with Draco for the first time after a long while, but the moment is only brief. Only during the Battle for Hogwarts do you see him again. But what will be his decision? A/N: This one-shot is a sequel to Missing You. It was not planned to be so long, but somehow it became more and more. I hope that especially those who wanted a sequel will like it. I myself am not completely satisfied with the result. And yet I am already thinking about whether there will be a final part. I think I will make that decision depending on what you think of it. I'm going to hide now and wait for reactions.
Everything happened so fast, that you didn’t have time to think about your next moves. It was like you were watching from the outside, rather than being part of the action yourself. You saw how a hex hit Harry square in his face, causing it to swell to unrecognition. Loud pops around you signaled that the Snatchers had heard the taboo and were here to catch you. The blood in your ears was rushing loudly, your heart nearly beating out of your chest. Hermione, Ron and Harry beside you were looking around nervously, not knowing what to do either.
“See what we have here!”, one of the Snatchers sneered at your group, grinning from ear to ear. Your eyes wandered from man to man, coming to a halt on one person you had hoped to never see again. Fenrir Greyback. The night at the Astronomy Tower came back into your mind. Bill Weasley bleeding on the floor. A shiver ran down your spine as Greyback went for Hermione, holding her in place, his face only inches from your friend. Caught up in the moment you had not realized that you yourself were being restrained, until you wanted to leap forwards to help Hermione. Strong hands held you in place and the man behind you laughed at your attempt to free yourself.
“Well, if that isn’t the blood traitor Weasley! And what is your name and blood-status?”, one of them, you believed his name was Scabior, asked Hermione, who was trying to get away from the werewolf. Hermione tried her best to lie, but Greyback had already seen her before. “And what about you sweetheart?”, Scabior now asked you. Your throat dried out, no words escaping you. What would happen if you did not tell them anything? Would they kill you? Take you somewhere? The focus was taken away from you before giving an answer. “Hey, these two are with Potter, no? Is that him?” Everybody turned to Harry, who still was unrecognizable. You watched as they tried to look for his scar, debating on whether they saw something or not.
“Should we call him?”, one of the other men asked, poking Harry’s forehead, as if he would find the answer there. “Not if we aren’t sure. Let us take them to the others and then we can figure out what to do.” Robes bound your hands behind your back and a blindfold was cast over your eyes. You were dragged through the woods, stumbling over sticks and stones until you were shoved down, knees hitting the floor. You hissed in pain as you felt your skin breaking due to the contact. After being bound together in a circle, your captors stepped away to debate their next moves. They were to far away to understand what they were saying, but you were able to catch a few words that made your heart pound even louder. You had heard something about ‘the Malfoy boy’ and how he would be able to tell them, whether you truly had Harry with you. You were so focused on trying to hear more about their plan of action, that you hadn’t realized that Ron, Hermione and Harry were know talking quietly with Dean Thomas, who apparently had been snatched just a few moments before you.
“Y/N? Are you with us?” Your head turned slightly in the direction of Hermione’s voice. “Sorry, yeah, I was trying to listen to what they are saying, but I can’t really make anything out”, you whispered back to her. Before any of you could come up with an idea or a plan on how to attempt to escape your situation, you were all yanked onto your feet without warning, making you shriek and tumble. “Now, you better all behave”, a nasal voice said, while another person stepped next to you, holding on to the ropes that bound you. You felt the familiar sensation behind your navel, as the ground under your feet disappeared. With a thud you again found yourself lying on the floor. This time however it was clearly not in the forest. The ground beneath you was cold and hard. Even though you could not see were you where, you could tell that the room you just had landed in was big and old. The smell of old wood filled your nose. The moans around you, signaled that the others had apparated and landed as gracefully as you.
“What is all this commotion in here?” The familiar voice of Lucius Malfoy echoed around the room. “We think we have Potter and his friends, but his face is messed up, so we need your son to confirm our suspicion”, came the answer from Scabior. You heard footsteps clang on the stone floor, coming to rest close to you. A second later your blindfold was removed. After blinking a few times to adjust to the sudden light, you craned your neck to look around. You saw the platinum blond hair of Lucius Malfoy, who was taking a closer look at Harry. “You could be right, Narcissa please get Draco in here”, he turned to his wife who nodded and left the room.
A few moments later you could hear quiet whispers and footsteps from the hallway. And then he stepped into the room. The first thing you noticed was how sunken and dull his face looked. He had a sickly tint to his skin, his eyes were rimmed by dark circles. It reminded you of how he looked during your sixth year, when you followed him out of the Great Hall, when he kissed you. No, this was not the time to think about it. You had to focus, but your mind kept wandering. You remembered the night he found you hyperventilating and crying in one of the empty classrooms, the first time the two of you ever talked to each other without anyone else around.
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You buried your head in between your knees, hugging them tighter to your body. Your lungs were burning and you could feel the sensation of pins and needles on your skin. How long had you been in here? An hour? Maybe two? You only wanted to get out of the Common Room to clear your head, but thinking about Umbridge, the impending war and your O.W.L.s had started a panic attack. Normally you were quite good at calming yourself down, but today nothing you did was working.
You tried to take another, deeper breath, when your thoughts were disrupted by footsteps in the corridor. Another wave of panic set in. If one of Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad members found you, you were doomed. You covered your mouth, hoping it would muffle your cries. Whoever it was outside, they were walking towards you. The steps stopped right in front of the classroom door and from the spot on the ground behind one of the tables you could see the doorhandle move. Draco Malfoy stood in the doorframe, staring directly at you.
What happened next, was not what you had been expecting. Instead of sneering or laughing at you, joyous that he found someone, a Gryffindor at that, out of bed in the middle of the night, he came over to you. “Are you alright?” There was no hint of sarcasm in his voice. Actually, he sounded quite…concerned? “Why would you care?”, you barely managed to press out in between sobs. He shrugged his shoulders. “I think if you sit here in the middle of the night crying, something must be wrong. Unless it is one of your hobbies to have panic attacks?” You looked at him in surprise. It was one thing to see someone was crying, but recognizing a panic attack was another.
“Don’t look so surprised! Do you want to talk or something?”, he asked and leaned his head back against the cold stone wall. A laugh escaped you. “Why would I want to talk to you out of all people?” Again, he just shrugged his shoulders. “I mean, your breathing sounds better do me. But if you don’t want to talk.” You hated to admit it, but he was right. Talking to him had helped you to even out you’re breathing. “Aren’t you supposed to hand me over to Umbridge?” Stretching your legs out in front of you, you allowed yourself to relax. “Guess so. But it’s no fun when you’re not throwing a fit about it.” A familiar smirk appeared on his face and you rolled your eyes at him.
The two of you just set there for a while, not saying a single word. Why did it feel so normal to sit beside him? You knew you shouldn’t and couldn’t trust him, or could you? You never really had a problem with Draco. It usually was Harry, Ron and him that butted heads constantly. Of course, you did not appreciate his remarks towards Hermione or the Weasleys, but then again, he was just as prejudiced as Ron was towards him. “Are you nervous?”, you asked him after a while. He had had every chance to throw you under the bus and he didn’t to it, so you felt like you could trust him. Or maybe it was the fact that now that you had calmed down, you were tired and unable to think straight.
“Nervous about what?” „About your O.W.L.s. That’s what stressing me. Well, at least a part of it.” You felt your cheeks redden from embarrassment. Not even your friends new just how much school was stressing you and yet you were okay with telling Draco Malfoy? “You shouldn’t. Sure, they are important, but I don’t know anyone who has really failed them. Also, you’re good in school, it’s not like you have a lot of reason to worry.” “Oh, so you’re keeping track of my performance in class?” You jokingly pushed yourself against him. It felt so normal to speak to him. Like you had done it a hundred times. “It’s quite hard to ignore you! You’re constantly waving your hand in the air!”, he laughed and shoved you back. “What do you want to do after school?”
And just like that you fell into an easy conversation with him, talking about your plans after school. You told him how you planned to work as a Healer and he told you that he would probably end up in his father’s footsteps, working closely with the ministry. Draco admitted to you, that when he was younger his dream had been to become a professional Quidditch player, at which you had laughed. As a peace offering, because he was quite mad at you for laughing, you had confided, that you at the age of five had told your parents that you wanted to be a post owl. His laugh was so loud that you had to put a hand over his mouth, fearing someone else patrolling would hear you. You felt so at peace that you were shocked when you finally looked at your watch. It was well past three in the morning and classes started early.
“I need to get back to the Dormitories, otherwise I won’t be able to stay awake during Transfiguration. McGonagall will have my head”, you groaned while getting up from the floor. Just then you realized your bones were aching from sitting on the hard ground for hours. “I’ll take you. If someone finds you, I can tell them that I already gave you detention.” He couldn’t resist smirking at his remark. “Very generous of you Draco, but you don’t need to.” “I know I don’t. I want to.” And with that he scurried through the door. For a second you stood perplexed looking after him, then you shook you head and followed him. You did not talk on the way back, but it wasn’t an unpleasant silence. In your head you let the past hours replay. Had somebody told you that you willingly would have a conversation with Draco Malfoy in the middle of the night you would have thought they were concussed. But actually, you were kind of sad that you had to part ways.
The Fat Lady seemed to be sleeping when you finally made it to the Common Room, but you still were not sure if the portraits really could sleep or if it was just an act. “Thank you for taking me back here Draco. And thank you for everything. It was really…nice.” Trying to avoid his eyes to hide your embarrassment you kept your eyes focused on the tip of your shoes. “Don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, you should go in, or I will deduct points from Gryffindor.” He turned around, walking back down the stairs hoping you had not seen his reddened cheeks or the smile that played around his lips. But you definitely had.
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You snapped back into reality when Lucius Malfoy pushed Draco towards Harry. He was clearly uncomfortable with the position he was in. His head hung low and he tried to avoid everyone’s eyes. “Do you think it is him Draco? Is this Harry Potter? Look here…that is a scar, right?” You silently pleaded for Draco to lie. He was not one of them, you just had to believe in him. If he told his father the truth, this would be the end. “I-I-I’m not sure.” You nearly missed his answer, he spoke so quietly. For a second his eyes left Harry’s face to look in your direction. The motion was noticed by his father, who now pushed him in front of you.
“Do you know the girl? Do you now if she is with Potter as well?” This was the first time since the night at the Astronomy tower that you were looking Draco straight in the eye. You could feel the conflict inside of him, how his mind was racing, how he tried to tell you what he was feeling with a single look. “I don’t know.” That was all he said, though he did not break off eye contact. Only when his aunt started to scream behind him, he turned around. They had found the sword of Gryffindor. Bellatrix Lestrange was a scary person as it was, but seeing the rage written all over her face, send a cold shiver down your spine. Her screams echoed through the room, making you flinch. “Get the out of the room! Bring them into the cellar Draco! Except for this one, I want some answers”, she hissed, grabbing Hermione forcefully.
Harry, Ron and you were pushed out of the room, Draco behind you, wand raised. You desperately wanted to talk to him, plead with him to help her. But you knew that your words could still be heard, so you stayed quiet, following the orders on where to turn. He ushered you down a flight of stairs, leading to an iron gate. “Draco, please, you have to help us.” Your hand wrapped around his wrist as he was about to close the gate behind you. Harry and Ron were arguing behind you, trying to find a way to help Hermione. “I can’t. He’ll kill me…I never wanted it to end like this…I” “Then prove it! I know you’re not one of them. Look at you! When was the last time that you slept through an entire night? Do you want to spent the rest of your life like this? You can help end this madness.” Tears began to gather in your eyes, frustration, pain and fear running high inside you. There were a few seconds of silence and then without warning Draco pulled you close to him. His hands were gripping your waist firmly and his lips came crushing down on yours. Without thinking twice, you kissed him back. Everything around you seemed to be forgotten. And then it was over. “I’m sorry”, Draco whispered, stepping away from you and locking the cellar-gate.
The tears that had gathered on the rim of your eyes finally fell as you watched Draco walk upstairs, never looking back at you. You felt more confused than ever. But there was no time to think about your feelings, you had to get Hermione away from Bellatrix, you had to get out of the manor. In the rooms above you still heard Bellatrix screaming, followed by Hermione’s desperate cries. “We have to do something!”, screamed Ron, pushing Harry out of the way and rattling the bars that encaged them. Just now did you realise that there were other people in the small room with you. Dean and the Goblin that were catched with you, had already been brought downstairs before you. But there were to other familiar faces. You had to take a double look to make sure that it was really Luna Lovegood and Ollivander the wandmaker. Guilt began to build up inside of you. You were so caught up in your own situation, that you were no help to anyone.
“I saw someone!” Harry came rushing over to were Ron and you were standing, holding a broken mirror piece. Ron and you exchanged a confused look. “What?”, asked Ron, sounding as if he clearly thought that Harry had lost his mind. “The mirror. It’s the one Sirius gave to me. There was an eye. A blue one, I swear…”, he began to explain, but was interrupted by a ‘crack’. Everything that happened from there on out, felt like a blur to you. First Griphook, the Goblin, was taken upstairs to identify whether Hermione’s lie, that the sword was a copy, was true or not. At the same time Dobby took Luna, Dean and Ollivander to Bill Weasley’s cottage, leaving Harry, Ron and you behind. Finally deciding what to do next, you managed to overpower Pettigrew after lurking him in the cellar. Unbeknown to you, his failure would seal his fate.
“Here he has some wands, they aren’t ours, but that doesn’t matter now, we have to go!” Harry threw each of you a wand, keeping one for himself. The three of you ran up the stairs, leaving the lifeless body behind you. Once you stepped inside the dining room, all hell broke loose. Ron fired spells at Greyback in order to keep him away from Hermione who was lying unconscious on the floor. At the same time Harry stunned Lucius Malfoy, while you kept your wand at Narcissa. You tried to make your way over to Hermione, but Bellatrix beat you to it. She yanked your best friend up by her hair, holding a short dagger against her throat. Everyone stopped in their tracks. The room was parted, on the one side were the Malfoys and a stunned Greyback, on the other side were you and your friends. Right in the middle under the large chandelier stood Bellatrix an evil grin plastered over her face with Hermione as her shield. During the fight no one had heard the crack signaling the appearance of Dobby. Only when the chandelier started to rattle above your heads, did you realise that the house elf had come back to help you escape.
Ron who stood on your right site leaped forwards, just in time to drag Hermione away from the falling chandelier. As soon as they were out of your line you threw a spell at Bellatrix, but she was able to reflect it. Harry one the other hand had more success. He was able to disarm Draco, catching his wand just before he reached your group. Huddled together for just a second, you felt the familiar sensation of apparition. The last thing you saw were Draco’s grey eyes, looking directly back at you.
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“Maybe you should pay attention to where you are going sweetheart”, laughed the Death Eater in front of you as your back touched the stone wall. You were stuck in a dead end with nowhere to turn. Wand raised you threw spells and jinxes at him, trying to block the ones he was sending your way. But you could tell that he was stronger and your muscles were aching. Just when you thought that your final moment had arrived, a spell hit the Death Eater in the back, stunning him instantly. Hands shaking you looked into the eyes of your rescuer. Hair disheveled, breathing heavily stood Draco Malfoy. If the situation hadn't been so serious, you would have laughed. But it was a matter of victory or defeat, life or death, and the last thing you needed in this situation were your confusing emotions. Since the escape from Malfoy manor, not a day had passed without you thinking about Draco. You had tried to hate him, to forget him. You tried to tell yourself that he had made his decision. And yet, each time, your heart told you there was another side. The side of him that only you had seen. And each time you came to the conclusion that, despite everything that had happened, you loved him.
Before you could even utter a word, a voice rang through the air. An icy shiver ran down your spine as you realised it was Voldemort's voice. It felt as if he was standing right next to you, every single word being so clearly heard. Was that how Harry had felt when he had Voldemort invading his mind? "You have one hour." Then suddenly there was silence. An hour to lead Harry to his death? You had to find the others. After Harry and Ginny had gone to the Room of Requirement to find the lost diadem, you had lost sight of Ron and Hermione. "Where are you going?" Draco held you by the wrist as you tried to walk past him. You pulled your hand free. "I need to find the others. Hermione, Ron, Harry, we only have an hour." " The others?", he asked incredulously, hurrying after you as you ran down the corridor towards the Great Hall without acknowledging him. "Listen! I don't care whose side you're on, okay? But make up your mind. Either you help us or you're against us, but stop this game Draco. Thank you for helping me, but I'm running out of time now." You quickened your pace, driven by the hope of finally ending the battle. Draco was left alone in the corridor.
When you entered the hall, your breath was knocked out of your lungs. How many people were lying here? The room that you remembered as being filled with laughter, with the excited whispering after the summer holidays, with the frightened and astonished looks of the new first years, was now filled with quiet crying, with pain, loss, death. You let your eyes wander over the crowd for a moment before you staggered out again. You couldn't wait in there. Where were the others? You hadn't seen them, so that had to be a good sign, right? You went outside and finally spotted the red hair of Ron; Hermione next to him. "Ron! Hermione! Thank god, are you guys okay?" You threw yourself against them one arm wrapped around each, relieved that they were still alive. "Harry....he left for the forest Y/N," Hermione sobbed, burying her face in your shoulder. They told you what had happened and together you waited for the next sign.
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Harry dead? It just couldn't be true. But you saw his body with your own eyes. Tears streamed down your face and only with difficulty could you suppress a sob. Next to you, Hermione was also struggling. Without saying anything, you took her hand in yours and squeezed it. You had to stick together. For Harry. Voldemort and his Death Eaters were laughing at you like it was the best day of their lives. You only heard half of what Voldemort said. No one would take the chance to change sides anyway. As so many times before, it was Draco's name that snapped you out of your thoughts. "Draco, come over here to us." His mother held out her hand. You had been so focused on Harry that you hadn't noticed that he was standing only a few feet away from you. His gaze wandered from right to left. You could almost hear the wheels rattling in his head.
Your grip on Hermione's hand loosened and you gave her a quick glance. Then, almost simultaneously, Draco and you took a step forward. "Ah! Two of you seem to be trying to choose the right side," Voldemort's voice rang out to you. Behind you, you could hear the startled intake of breath from your friends. "Draco, don't do it. Do you really want to be like them? We both know you're not like that. Please," you whispered, holding your hand out to him. "Draco, come to your mother and me." There was no mistaking the anger in Lucius Malfoy's voice as he stepped up beside his wife. Draco stared at you for a while before taking another step, looking at his parents. Your heart broke. Was this really his decision. "I'm sorry mother, but I can't." His voice was quiet and yet it sounded to you as if he had shouted the words.
Before you could realise what his words meant, you heard another startled outburst. Neville had stepped out of the crowd and was speaking with such conviction that you wondered if this was really the same boy you knew. However, the renewed hope in you was quickly dashed by his disarming. You felt anger boiling inside you as Voldemort forced the Sorting Hat on Neville and he staggered about, disoriented. And then suddenly Neville had managed to free himself and, in his hand, he held the Sword of Gryffindor. Only a few metres beside Neville, Harry suddenly moved too. You nudged Hermione and Ron in the side and pointed in his direction. You let out euphoric screams and before you knew it, the battle around you broke out again.
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It was over. Voldemort was dead. You had won, but at what price. Exhausted, you settled down next to Hermione on one of the wooden benches. While she had worked with the boys to destroy the Elder Wand, you had stayed in the Great Hall and helped Madam Pomfrey tend to the wounded. You didn't know how long you had been helping, but now you had done all you could. "Ron is with his family and Harry is talking to Ginny," Hermione replied when she saw your questioning look. You just nodded and dropped your head on her shoulder. You didn't speak to each other, but just sat there together. For the first in a long time, you could feel how calm you were. No fear, no uncertainty. Only the exhaustion remained the same.
"I think someone wants to talk to you," Hermione interrupted the silence after a while. You opened your eyes and lifted your head from her shoulder. At the other end of the hall sat Draco with his parents. They looked out of place. "He's been staring over here for minutes. You should talk to him. It's okay. No matter what this is between you two. Harry told me about your kiss." Horrified, you stared at her, but she just laughed. "He's not very good at keeping secrets. Go!" She poked you in the ribs. As you stood up, your eyes met Draco's. With a slight nod of your head, you motioned for him to follow you out. The air spring air hit your face. It was far too beautiful for the events that had taken place here only a few hours before. Draco stepped next to you.
"Y/N I...I... I’m so sorry. I should have helped you, but...after you escaped, I really realised that it would never get better. For years, I believed everything I was told. I took the easy way out, and that was wrong. I never wanted anyone to die... you have to believe that. Please, I know you don't want to have anything to do with me and I can understand that, but I just want you to know that I'm sorry." His voice trembled and you could see tears in his eyes. "I have always told you that you are not like this. You made mistakes, but you made a choice today. I'm glad you did the right thing Draco." "So you can forgive me? I promise you, I will change. I will do everything I can. I'll turn myself in to the Ministry today." "The entire time we were away, you were constantly on my mind. I'm afraid the Ministry will have to wait," you whispered, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down for a kiss.
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letterstotheflre · 8 hours ago
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i think that it's best if we both stay
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summary: the morning after your argument with james
warnings: just the tiniest of smut at the end (nothing too explicit), a little bit of angst maybe.
18+ ONLY || MINORS DON'T INTERACT OR I'LL BLOCK YOU
a/n: wow no one told me how therapeutic this would be
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The tiles of the kitchen floor are cold under your bare feet.
You stare unblinkingly at the boiling kettle, wrapping your fuzzy robe tighter around you while you wait for the tell-tale whistling sound. Your heart and mind ache, the emotional intensity from the previous night taking a toll on your soul.  After the fight with James, the bed was too empty, too cold. You hadn’t been able to sleep, too accustomed to James’s body heat and having his limbs always attached to yours.
It’s not very common for James and you to fight. You do have a temper, but most of your arguments were petty and got resolved in a few minutes. But last night was different.
The kettle starts to whistle, pulling you from your reverie and you finally notice the smoke coming out of it. With an exhausted sigh, you turn off the stove and take the cup you had filled with coffee grounds, then pour the boiling water. As you stir the coffee, you hear feet shuffling behind you.
James pauses, lowering his hand that was rubbing the knot on his neck from sleeping on the couch as he stares at you. “Mornin’,” he says cautiously.
There’s a stray curl of hair that hangs in front of his forehead, and your fingers ache to push it back. You grab the cup and take a sip, burning your tongue slightly in your haste to quell your need to touch him.
“Morning,” you greet back, watching as he opens the fridge and takes out a couple of eggs. “Coffee?” you offer, trying to subtly raise a white flag.
“Sure,” he shrugs, making his way to the drawer next to the oven, looking for a pan.
Communication had never been your forte, nor were apologies. Having been raised in a house where fights broke out every single day, where your mom carried her anger at the world back home and took it out on you with no ounce of regret, had not prepared you for good and healthy relationships.
Unfortunately for you, James was the opposite. His parents were doting, always there to show him love and affection, and teach him how to properly communicate with others. James had a kind soul and had a way with words that allowed him to make anyone believe in themselves. To him, communication was key. He was always the bigger person, the one in the relationship who was willing to sit down and talk about any issues instead of hiding them under the rug.
You hated him for it, because he forced you to be self-aware and take responsibility for your actions, something you had never had to do before. And the idea of talking about last night, about the underlying issues you had that you took out on him, makes you want to hurl.
But you remember reading somewhere that you should never leave a fight unresolved. And you love James too much. So much so that you’re willing to bare your insecurities to him in a way you’ve never done before.
You take a deep breath before saying, “I think we should talk about last night.”
James looks at you surprised. He wasn’t expecting you to take the first step, and he feels a little proud at how far you’ve come from the girl who swept everything under the rug. “Okay,” he says easily. “Just wait a second.”
He walks out of the kitchen, and you’re left there confused. You can hear him walking down the hall and opening a door, although there was no jingle of keys so you know he didn’t leave the apartment. You busy yourself by making James his cup of coffee, adding the milk and sugar right before he’s back. You can’t believe your eyes when you turn around.
James stands in front of you with a helmet on. “Okay, let’s talk,” he says while fastening the belt under his chin.
A smile threatens to pull on your lips, but you force it down. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, passing him the cup.
“Are you sorry about throwing your phone at me or about accusing me of cheating on you?” he asks after taking a sip of the coffee.
Heat floods your face, completely embarrassed. “Both. Mainly the, um, the cheating accusation.”
Silence. James watches you expectantly, leaning against the kitchen mantle and sipping on his coffee leisurely as he waits for an explanation.
Right, you sigh quietly. You try to find the words, a way to convey one of your deepest insecurities, but all that you can say is, “It’s always been her, you know?”
James knows who you are talking about. You had never said it aloud, but he could tell just by watching you two interact. He stays silent, hoping that this way you can let out everything you’ve been keeping close to your heart.
“It’s just… she’s always been the one. The prettiest, the funniest, the smartest, the one all the guys want. Never me,” you swallow harshly, feeling the lump in your throat contract. “And when it was me, they always left me for her. And I– I see the way she looks at you,” your voice breaks, a couple of tears falling down your cheeks.
James can’t take it anymore. He places the mug down and walks towards you, cradling your face and swiping away the wetness. He wants to shush you, to comfort you and pick you up and carry you to bed so you can lay together, but once you opened the lid you can’t stop talking.
“I see the way she looks at you,” you repeat, pain obvious in your statement. “And the only thing I can think of is how long before you leave me for her. Because it’s always her. And m-maybe, if I force you out, it’ll hurt less when you go.” Your hands are on his face, committing every pore, every hair, every inch of skin to memory. “But I don’t want you to go,” you cry.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispers, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tightly. You sob against his chest, yet your heart feels lighter. There’s no more weight on your shoulders. “I’m staying right here, okay? I’m not leaving.”
“I’m sorry,” you sob, your whole body shaking in his arms. “I’m sorry about yesterday a–and about the things I said and f-for throwing the phone at you and for making you sleep on the c-couch!”
James rubs his palm along your back, his other hand keeping you close to him. “I know, baby, I know. It’s okay now, I understand. I forgive you, angel.”
You sob harder at that, squeezing his middle and burrowing your face in his chest, trying to claw your way inside his body and under his skin. “You shouldn’t! I was mean and you didn’t deserve it.”
James sighs, trying to unwrap you from himself so you can look at him. You refuse to let go, though, so he settles back into his previous positon. “I didn’t, but I understand why you reacted that way. That’s why I forgive you,” he tries to explain, not expecting this kind of emotional reaction from you. It’s been a strange couple of hours, so he treads carefully. “I wasn’t mad at you, baby, I was just confused. Thank you for explaining it to me, I know how hard this is for you. M’very proud of you.”
This time you pull away from him, staring disbelievingly at him through water-logged lashes. “Why are you saying those things?! You should be angry!”
“Because I know you’re not used to expressing your feelings, ‘n I‘m very happy you did. I knew you didn’t mean what you said yesterday, but I didn’t know why you were saying it. Now I do, ‘n I forgive you.” He shrugs, like it’s the most normal reaction to an argument.
You throw yourself at him, kissing him soundly. James hmphs! At the sudden impact, but picks you up and kisses you back. You wrap your legs around his waist and ground your hips against him. James groans into your mouth, taking a handful of your ass and squeezing it.
He walks blindingly to your room, bumping into the walls in his desperation to remain attached to your mouth.
“Need you,” you mumble, kissing down his neck so that he can at least use his eyes to walk.
He lays you down on the bed and stares at you. “I love you,” he says, runnings his hands down your sides, going over the curve of your waist and over your hips. You shiver at his touch, your chest panting in anticipation. “I don’t want anyone but you, you know that, right? No matter what, I’ll always choose you, because you’re my girl. My pretty girl,” he sighs, pulling off your t-shirt and cupping your breasts. You moan when he rolls your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, your hips bucking up needily. “There’s no one else for me. Just you.”
“I know,” you gasp when he rubs his bulge against your pussy. “I love you too, just– take off that damned helmet and fuck me.”
James laughs, throwing his head back. Quickly, he unfastens the buckle and takes it off, throwing it carelessly to the side, before leaning down to kiss you.
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writingandimagining · a day ago
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High Up in the Astronomy Tower (Part 1)
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Part 2
Summary: You decide to get high in the Astronomy Tower. Malfoy discovers you.
Word Count: 2.6k
Rating: Mature (drug use, trauma mentions), 💗, 💔
Getting high in the Astronomy Tower wasn’t the smartest thing you had ever done, but it also wasn’t the dumbest. Managing to get caught by Draco Malfoy might be the dumbest.
Only one week into your Eighth Year you were crumbling under the pressure and memories of the previous year. You had been stuck in the castle working alongside the other students of Dumbledore’s Army to keep the young ones safe and prepare for the final battle.
Now the halls that had been filled with laughter, friendship, and learning were stained with the memories of abuse and death. It seemed like you couldn’t find a single space that was untainted by the events of the previous year.
You drifted from class to class. Listlessly taking notes, completing assignments, and working on curriculum for the Muggle Studies courses you oversaw. Your friends were worried about you, but you brushed off their concerns.
After your sixth straight night of fitful sleep, you decided it was time to smoke. You had never wanted to do it at school. The number of patrols and wards made you too anxious to be able to smoke. But nowadays you thought if a teacher caught you, they’d probably just avert their eyes. Especially because you and most of the Eighth Year’s were volunteering their spare time to the school in one way or another.
Harry Potter was the DADA professor in everything but name. The professor that had been hired was too wrapped up in the repairs and construction of new wards.
Hermione Granger was basically living in the library collecting information on wards and defensive spells to be taught to the younger students.
Ron Weasley was the Quidditch professor and the Gryffindor team coach.
You had persuaded McGonagall to require Muggle Studies for all seven years of school. It honestly hadn’t taken much persuasion, but McGonagall had enlisted you in creating curriculum and working alongside the Professor she hired. She had been unable to find someone with a muggle background willing to come to Hogwarts. So, you were basically teaching a wizard how to teach the students. You didn’t mind it, but it certainly didn’t help the heavy weight that was perpetually resting on your shoulders.
You returned back to the present. Mind made up you rolled out of bed.
Your shorts and tank top were too light to trek through the damp castle up to the Astronomy Tower.
You crept over to your wardrobe. You grabbed a thin pair of sweats and a heavy cardigan. You slipped on some slippers and pulled your wand out of your class robe.
You stood on your tiptoes looking into the shadows of the top shelf.
“Aparecium,” you whispered. Your wooden stash box appeared, and you quickly unlocked it. “Alohomora.”
You grabbed a joint and a lighter and quickly shoved them into your left pocket. You stuffed your Walkman into the other pocket and draped the headphones around your neck.
In all honesty, you weren’t quite sure wizards knew what weed was, but you certainly didn’t feel like explaining it to any Eighth that might be up at this hour. So few of you had returned and there was no space in the house dorms that McGonagall had given the Eighth Years their own dorm.
You spelled everything back and slipped out of the dorm. At the last minute, you performed a silencing charm on yourself as an extra precaution.
You slipped through the halls quickly making your way to the Astronomy Tower.
As you stepped on the top floor of the tower you were hit with the scent of fresh air, a light breeze rustling your hair.
You set a simple alarm spell on the stairs and made your way over to the railings on the edges of the room.
You sat down, dangling your feet off the edge and looping one arm around the post to lock yourself into place. Your headphones you left on your neck. You turned the volume up completely on the Walkman.
She’s a good girl…
You snorted when you realized the cassette you had left in there. The familiar guitar and crooning of Tom Petty comforted you as you lit the joint.
You took a pull and grimaced. It had been a while since you had last smoked. The smoke slightly burning your throat and filling your lungs.
You breathed out and continued to smoke. Your eyes drifted over the view in front of you. The lake and Forbidden Forest were unchanged. It was hard to imagine that was possible. Harry Potter had died in there after all.
Another pull and you moved your eyes over the newly constructed bridge. Your stomach rolled when your eyes reached the courtyard.
I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I’m gonna free fall out into nothin’
Gonna leave this world for a while
Another pull and you grit your teeth against the lump forming in your throat. At night the blues and blacks hid the destruction that still existed across the campus.
The song faded out and you took another pull.
Then a voice behind you.
“(Y/N)?”
You jumped, knocking your head into the railing above you, and almost dropping your lighter off the edge of the tower.
“Fuck!” You grunted, forgetting about the reason you had started.
A sharp snort. You froze. Oh right.
You disentangled yourself from the railing and turned to face the person at the top of your stairs. It seemed your charm had not been effective.
There stood Draco Malfoy.
You were shocked he had come back. You didn’t even know he had. You knew Harry had gotten him and his mother a lighter sentence, but you didn’t think the welcome here would be particularly warm for him.
You had never liked the kid yourself. As a half-blood in Ravenclaw, you were never really on his radar, but his bigotry was well known and mocked by most in your house.
He cleared his throat.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Your eyes widen. How were you going to explain this?
“Something illegal.” Your eyes widened. You cannot believe those were the words your pot-addled mind had chosen.
Malfoy blinked. “What?”
Malfoy stepped closer and you stayed still on the ground.
No I’ll stand my ground
Won’t be turned around
And I’ll keep this world from dragging me down
Gonna stand my ground
You laughed at the song. The timing was just too much.
Malfoy looked bewildered at your reaction.
“Malfoy, have you ever heard of weed?”
Malfoy arched an eyebrow and you chuckled.
“Muggles like drugs. Weed is one of ‘em.”
He didn’t respond. You bit your lip. There was no getting out of this situation now.
“Look, I’m sure there’s potions or substances in the wizarding world that people take that alter them. Like alcohol. This is one that muggles like.” You said, holding the joint up. It had died long ago, but you decided maybe a demonstration would help Malfoy.
“Fuck it,” you muttered. You grabbed your lighter and lit the joint making eye contact with Malfoy and taking a long pull.
He seemed stunned and you wondered if he would ever respond.
Malfoy seemed to snap out of it, and he came over and sat down a few feet from you. His nose scrunched when he got closer, and you laughed loudly.
“Don’t like the smell, eh?”
“Not particularly.”
“Yeah, me neither, but small price to pay.”
“For what?”
You tilted your head contemplating your next answer. What did it do for you?
“Sometimes it makes me calm, soothes anxieties, sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes it makes me tired." You paused. "It’s just an escape.”
Malfoy nodded, casting his gaze past you to the ruins you had been looking at before. You took another pull. You breathed out slowly your head tilting back and your muscles relaxing.
Hey baby, there aint no easy way out.
“Where is the music coming from?”
“Walkman.”
“Walk what?”
You laughed again and pulled the cassette player out of your pocket.
“Walkman,” you repeated. The amusement you were getting from Malfoy’s confusion was more than you could have hoped for.
“You know repeating yourself isn’t an explanation.”
“It’s like a small gramophone. I know you’ve seen one of those before.” You cast your mind back to the Yule Ball of Fourth Year.
Malfoy nodded. You pulled the headphones from around your neck and put them to the side. Then you stretched out on your back, staring up at the ceiling of the Astronomy Tower.
“What are you doing?” Malfoy asked, concern lacing his voice.
“Relaxing, what are you doing?” you quipped, holding the lighter and joint up again. You had probably only smoked a third of it by now and it was not nearly enough for where you wanted to be, regardless of if Malfoy left or stayed. He would have done something by now if he was going to mess with you or report you.
“Wondering why the star Ravenclaw is doing drugs in the Astronomy Tower at two in the morning.”
Your head rolled to the side. When you had laid down you had gotten into Malfoy’s space, your head was now inches from his thigh.
“Why do you think?” you replied, looking him in the eyes.
Malfoy grimaced and you shrugged.
“All gotta let go somehow. This shit is a lot safer than most of the things out there.”
“Your eyes are red, and your voice is different.”
“Is the smoke.”
Silence. You took another pull your eyes drifting closed.
“Is it good?”
You opened one eye and looked at Malfoy. You truly looked at him. He looked haggard, eighteen but with eyes going on forty. Dark circles lined his eyes and his lips looked painfully chapped. His skin was leeched of all its color, and he was hunched in on himself. You felt some pity for him at that moment.
“Do you wanna try it?”
Malfoy shrugged.
“You can if you want.” You held the joint out to him.
Malfoy paused. You knew that look. The slight embarrassment of not knowing what to do. You stifled a snort and sat up.
“Okay, it’s a lot easier than it seems. You just put your mouth on it and breathe it in. It’s sort of a suck sort of a breathe in thing. Your goal is to breathe it in your lungs.”
You demonstrated slowly, showing the pull and breathe in as two separate actions.
“It’s hot, you’re gonna cough,” you warned handing him the joint.
Malfoy looked uncertain and you turned away knowing he was probably anxious to have you watch him.
There was silence for a few moments before a sharp bursting of coughing.
You bit your lip against the laugh rising in your chest.
“You good?”
Malfoy started to speak, but he coughed again, and your shoulders shook. It really wasn’t that funny, but you were too high to care.
“I’m okay.”
You turned back around and held your hand out. He passed the joint back, and you took another hit. You looked to him and he accepted the joint as you passed it back.
The silent back and forth continued like that until the joint was finished. The final hits causing the both of you to cough from the heat.
“How are you feeling?” you asked, bumping your shoulder into his.
“Loose,” he replied, turning his gaze over to you slowly. Most people either felt too much or nothing their first time and you were suddenly worried you had pushed him too far.
Malfoy caught the worry on your face and gave you a soft smile.
“Good, though.”
“Okay let me know though. Sometimes people vomit.”
“They what?!”
You laughed and shrugged. Malfoy grumbled, but it seemed more of a show than a real complaint.
“Never thought I’d share a joint with Draco Malfoy in the Astronomy Tower,” you remarked, glancing over at him almost bumping your head into his with the movement. The air had chilled even further in the time since you had first arrived and unknowingly the two of you now had pressed your sides together.
Malfoy chuckled. “I didn’t expect anyone to be here, honestly.”
You sobered slightly at that.
“Why would you come up here? With everything that happened.”
Malfoy sighed. “I don’t know. There’s no escaping any of that here though.”
“Yeah…”
The silence hung thick in the air and you shuffled awkwardly.
“Do you still believe it?”
“Believe what?” Malfoy asked, his voice gaining an edge.
“The blood statuses.”
“Oh…” Malfoy sighed. “No. I think I stopped believing it a long time ago but by then I… I was stuck.”
You swallowed. “Why did you believe it before?”
Malfoy leaned back on his palms and looked to the sky. His slender frame and elegant neck now on full display. Your eyes widened when you realized what you were doing, and you firmly redirected yourself to the conversation which was too serious to get distracted in.
“I was raised that way. That’s not an excuse, but just the truth. Father raised me with the pure-blood, family name goal in mind. There was nothing more important to him than our name. Nothing.” Bitterness edged into his voice at the end, and you winced at it. The implication was clear: Malfoy did not believe his father loved him, maybe he believed he didn’t even see him as a person.
“I was too proud, too self-centered, too everything. I had so many opportunities to change. I’m ashamed that it took me until the war to take any sort of stand at all. I’m even more ashamed than the one I took was so weak and fleeting.”
You didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t imagine the horrors he witnessed in his own home at the hands of his own family. News of Ollivander and Luna Lovegood’s imprisonment had long since reached the castle walls, but Luna had told you about how Draco had brought them food and water. Healed them as subtly and effectively as he could. Luna seemed to have forgiven him if she ever blamed him at all. That wasn’t necessarily a ringing endorsement in your eyes, but seeing the regret and shame that was present in every bone of his body you could see that Malfoy was trying.
“Why did you come back?” You asked.
“McGonagall asked me to. Slughorn’s notoriety went to his head and he up and left.”
You weren’t surprised at that. Everyone knew the only reason he had stuck around was to have some of the Boy Who Lived magic rub off on him. When it became clear that Harry wanted nothing to do with the man everyone began counting down the days to his departure.
“So, you’re the potions professor?”
“Looks like it.”
“Good fucking luck.”
Malfoy laughed sharply. “Why? And do you always talk like that?”
“The younger ones are fascinated with the war. I can’t imagine that will put you in a good position. And always? Fuck no.”
Malfoy’s frown at your first statement turned to a grin at your joke.
“Potter seems inclined to give them a talking to on my behalf. He’s got to stop going around doing that.”
“Would you rather be in Azkaban?” A grin on your face to make sure that Malfoy knew you were joking.
“Fair point,” Malfoy quipped.
You rolled your shoulders and stood up. You collected the lighter and Walkman.
You silently cast an Incendio on the joint and sent the ashes of it into the wind. You turned back around to face Malfoy his mouth agape.
“Did you just perform a wandless, non-verbal spell?”
You smirked. Very few could perform either type of spell, but doing both was limited to just a few. You could blame revealing that secret on the weed, but if you were being honest with yourself you just wanted to impress Malfoy.
“It’s cold. I want some hot chocolate.”
Malfoy stayed where he was an unsure look falling over his face. You smiled gently.
“Come on, Malfoy. You can discover the wonders of weed and snacks with me.”
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harrypotter-imaginees · a day ago
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How George reacts when you take control during sex
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You were already making out
„Get. On. your. Knees“
You garb his tie
„No, you get on your knees“
He smirks
Gets on his knees
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purplelupins · a day ago
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In The Woods Somewhere
Chapter XXIII
Summery: In her 6th year, reader meets the charming Professor Lupin and their friendship begins. Reader is 16-17 at the beginning (nothing nsfw until reader is of age.) and for the story’s sake, Lupin stays as the DADA Professor into the Goblet of Fire.
Pairing: Professor Remus Lupin x fem!reader
Warnings: Kissing, little bit of angst
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Every so often, there comes a time where there is a feeling of great unease and trepidation that fills the air, no matter how happy a time. Like the air holds an electricity that makes you buzz no matter what. Never able to rest.
It had been growing for some time, and witches and wizards alike could feel it in their fingertips; tousling their hair when a breeze swept past. It hung in their lungs when they breathed.
Like something was waiting.
Unseen.
Watching.
The echo of the young witch’s feet was deafening as she hurried down to the dungeons. It almost felt like home to her now- having spent more time there than her own house for the past two years. Y/n rapped her knuckles on the potions class door.
It barely took a second before the door was flung open. Professor Snape sat at his desk on the other side of the room, nose in a book and his robe discarded. “Good evening Miss l/n.” His velvety voice filled the otherwise silent room. Y/n smiled and walked up to him, waiting for him to look up. She had something for him.
After a moment, he marked his place on the page he read, and looked up with a brow raised. “Yes?” His chest rumbled.
Y/n took a breath and curved her hands over one another; her hands glowed whiet. Then, there sat a perfect replica of the glass of cider he had conjured next to her just weeks ago during the second task.
The warm drink was steaming. Snape let his lips fall open ever so slightly, impressed and warmed by the sentiment.Y/n placed the cup down next to him, and shot him a bright smile before turning on her heel and bouncing over to the cauldrons.
Severus closed his eyes once her back was turned and let his head hang back slightly.
This is not the definition of keeping her away Severus…
He sighed and his chest ached with realisation. Whether he wanted to or not, he could not keep her away. She was clawed into his soul. And that made his blood go cold.
What if Voldemort did return? What if he saw her beautiful face and stellar gift for witchcraft in his mind…
A sting came from his left arm as if to punctuate his thought.
“Professor?”
Her soft voice made his eyes open. Severus stared at her.
“It hurts…doesn’t it?” Y/n asked gently as she started her potion. She watched him.
Severus said nothing. He looked down for a moment, then flicked his eyes back to hers. Those bright eyes. Y/n knew she was right; her chest ached. She made a pact with herself there that she would do everything in her power to be at his side. No doubt -if there was a return- he would keep his double agent status and work for both sides, but she wouldn’t let him do it alone. He would always have her.
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“Anything else, dear?”
“No, thank you. That’s all.” Y/n smiled and took her bundle of sweets from the counter of Honey Dukes and left the shop. It was a week before the full moon, and she was stocking up her supply of special chocolates for Remus. She popped a chocolate truffle into her mouth and chewed at it thoughtfully, when she suddenly bumped into something small. Y/n looked down, and sure enough there was a large black dog that stood in-front of her, staring up.
It had beautiful eyes, but it looked hungry and tired. Y/n reached out her hand slowly, hoping it wouldn’t bite. After a moment, the dog took a step and nuzzled it’s head under her palm and whined happily. Y/n smiled.
“Aren’t you a lovely boy? I could just take you home!” She cooed to him. Y/n stood and looked around for an owner, they may need some money or food if their dog looked like this. “Come. Let’s find you some food.” She waved her hand for the dog to follow, and walked to the Three Broomsticks.
It was fairly quiet inside, so she ushered the creature in behind her, hoping no one would say anything. Y/n walked to the counter and waved the worker over, “Excuse me? Could I please get a slice of shepherds pie, corn bread and a glass of Butterbeer, please?” She asked as nicely as she could. The man behind the counter gave her a look over that made y/n’s skin crawl.
“Two Galleons.” He grumbled out. Y/n placed the money on the counter quickly and found a table for them. The dog followed her quickly and sat at her feet. Y/n stroked his fur while she waited, and he laid his head on her leg, closing his eyes. Y/n looked for any collar or special marking to identify him, but there was nothing.
After a few minutes, she lost herself; enjoying the feeling of his fur and warmth. She was startled when her order was half placed, half dropped onto the table; the man stood for a moment, clearly enjoying y/n’s looks a little too much. To her surprise, the creature next to her stood fully on all four legs, deathly slow; it was an eerie sight. Then a low growl vibrated from its chest; teeth baring. The dog did not bark, or charge the man, and that made it all the more intimidating. He was wonderfully trained. The man backed away slowly, throwing y/n a dirty look. And just as quickly as he had gotten up, the dog came back and rested his head in her lap again, gazing up at her. Y/n made quick work of cutting the shepherds pie into pieces and feeding them to the lovely creature next to her slowly.
“There’s a good boy. Eat up.” She murmured. The dog rubbed his head against her leg, a gesture of thanks. She smiled, “I wish I could keep you.”
After another several minutes, the plates were clean, and she was almost finished her Butterbeer. Y/n returned her eyes to the dog sitting obediently at her feet. She thought for a moment, then tilted her cup down to him, letting him finish the sweet drink. That should keep him for the night at least. Hopefully his owner returns.
Y/n gazed down at him as they walked out from the tavern. She had an idea, to make sure if he did have an owner, that they were fed. Digging into her endless purse, she found a cloth sack, no larger than her hand, and slipped in 5 galleons and 12 Sickles. She tied the long cord from the bag around the animal’s neck and gave it a little tug to make sure it wouldn’t fall open or come off.
“Now don’t go spending this all in one place, sweet boy. I’ll look for you the next time I’m here. Stay warm.” Y/n gave him a kiss on the head and one last pat, then took her leave. The sun was low in the sky, marking the closeness of curfew.
Once outside the gates to Hogsmeade, she apparated into the castle- not wanting to walk all the way back. Into the office of a certain professor, to be exact. Remus’s office was quiet with a soft glow from a dying fire. She was about to shrug off her coat and empty her bag of sweets when a rise of voices came from outside.
Y/n quietly crept to the door and listened into the classroom below.
“Just what are your intentions with her, Lupin? It is painfully clear that you have grown…attached to one another. It would be a shame if someone let slip your true nature-“
Y/n’s eyes widened. Professor Snape was there?
“-Severus please. Can we be civil?…my intentions with her are…good. Nothing sinister. I know you care for-“
Remus’s calm voice was almost too soft to hear.
“Bite your tongue, lycan. Do not speak of what you do not understand.” Severus spat.
“But I do understand, Severus. I do. I know she is not just another face in the crowd to you. You forget, but I have known you for a long time…I remember how you were with-“
“Do not speak her name. How dare you-“
“We all lost someone that night. I lost three people I cared for beyond compare. And you lost one that was irreplaceable.”
There was a long silence. Y/n almost wondered if they had left. Then, after what felt like an hour, they continued. Snape spoke first, his voice lower and somehow more fragile.
“I cannot let her come near me. She must be distanced…I-I cannot keep her safe from the darkness I feel approach. You must keep her safe. If anything happens to her I do swear by Merlin that I will come for you, Lupin. You will wish you were never born.” He seethed.
Y/n covered her mouth as he spoke to keep herself from gasping. His words broke her heart. Even when he had shown her his dark mark, he only said that she couldn’t be near him if it darkened…but now it was as though he was entrusting Remus with her care… more like threatening him.
“I will protect her if it means I lose my life.” Remus whispered.
There was another pause.
“You love her don’t you?” Y/n couldn’t tell who said it. It was so quiet. It couldn’t have been more than a soft murmur. The silence that hung in the air following the question was a thick one. It felt like an eternity until there came an answer.
“ Endlessly.”
With that, there was an echo of feet and the door to the classroom opened and shut loudly.
That must have been Snape leaving…
Y/n didn’t know what to do. She wanted to know who had asked who what. She also didn’t want Remus to know she heard their conversation. To help herself, she walked a few feet from the door and suddenly began moving about, making it seem as if she had just gotten there. She could hear the heavy footsteps of Remus coming up the stairs, then he opened the door, looking equal parts perturbed and satisfied.
Once his eyes locked on her, he gave her a small smile, “Hello you. Just get in?” He asked.
“Yes! It’s down right fridged out there. Everything alright?” Y/n put on her best grin, hiding her curiosity.
“Yes, yes. Severus just dropped my monthly dose off.” He walked to his desk, shaking the vile of blue potion in his fingers.
“Ooh, lucky you.” Y/n laughed, “I got you some chocolates, but this time PLEASE wait until after to have them.” She walked to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, holding him close. Remus turned in her grasp, and held her cheeks gently.
“You are…no one in this world could hold a flame to your importance, my darling. Do you know that?” Her murmured, stroking her rosy skin.
Y/n let a slow smile break out on her face, “I think I might have heard you say something like that once or twice before.”
Remus returned her smile and dipped his head down to place a kiss on her cold lips. It was sweet. Then, he slowly slipped his hand into her hair, gripping it slightly. Y/n let out a gasp and remembered- the full moon. She pulled away after a moment, missing his lips instantly.
“R-Remus…if I didn’t know better, I would say you’re feeling a little possessive?” She half joked.
He hummed, “And what would give you that idea?” His voice sent shocks of warmth down her legs and arms. She let out a gasp when he tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her closer. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed lightly.
“My love, while I would like it very much if we stayed here all night and you showed me how much you love me, we have to go to dinner. “ y/n forced out, ignoring the heat between her thighs, and placed another kiss on his lips.
He let out a low moan that sounded akin to a growl, placing a few kisses on her neck, and slowly releasing her. They stood, still in a gentle embrace and pressed their foreheads together. Remus let out a sigh.
After a moment, he took his head away and held her cheek, gazing down at her lovingly, “How was your day, dove?” There he was. The gentleman she knew too well.
She stared into those hazel eyes that had seared themselves into her mind for so long, and now warmed her heart and carried her through her days. Y/n grinned, “The village is never the same without you…but it was nice. Oh! Actually did something happen.” Images of the dog that trailed after her flashed through her mind.
“Oh?” Remus looked a touch concerned. He moved his hands from her face, to her hands and guided them to his armchair, and pulled her into his lap. “Are you alright?”
Y/n again pushed away her thoughts of straddling his lap and pulling on his hair. Instead, she shook her head and grinned, “ I’m fine, it wasn’t anything bad. I was just leaving Honeydukes and this dog came up to me and started following me. He looked hungry so I took him into the Three Broomsticks and fed him…he repaid me by scaring off the creepy waiter.” She thought for a moment, “You know, it was the strangest thing- his eyes. They were these beautiful grey eyes…I hope his owner finds him.”
She didn’t hear him, but Remus sucked in a breath, “What colour was he?” His voice was low.
Y/n looked at him, his fist was clenching and unclenching on the armrest.
“H-he was black. Why is there something wrong?” She was feeling worried now.
Remus clenched his jaw.
“Black long hair? Grey eyes? Skinny?” He asked.
“Yes! How you seen him? Maybe he’s a stray.” She sat up, looking at Remus. He sighed.
“I-yes I have seen him. I think he does that a lot. A bit of an attention seeker…don’t pay him too much mind.” He grumbled.
That was odd. Maybe some k-9 rivalry?
Y/n looked at him for a moment, taking in any tells on his face; Remus Lupin was, however, a master of hiding his feelings. Y/n supposed they were both hiding something- she was a nosey eavesdropper and he knew that dog somehow. Her curiosity was boiling over at the thought of him having such a reaction to the creature- she wondered if he knew the owner…perhaps they weren’t in good terms.
“Alright, sweetheart. I won’t. But please don’t touch the chocolates.” She smiled and held his face, placing a kiss on his beautiful lips.
Remus let out a hum of appreciation when she leaned into him, wrapping his arms around her to keep her there. Y/n let out a surprised giggle into his mouth, which he took advantage of and slipped his tongue between her lips. In an attempt to defuse the situation, y/n pushed on his chest, but it apparently only spurred him on. Remus growled into her mouth and took his mouth from hers, placing them on her neck hungrily.
“R-Remus w-w-we can’t! It’s almost dinner. We have 10 minutes!” While they both knew there was plenty he could do in 5, it was too close and they couldn’t arrive together.
He let out a groan of frustration. “Y/n you will be the death of me. You’re coming back here later. Thats an order.” He growled into her ear. The vibrations of his voice sent shivers down her spine.
Get it together y/n. Stand up.
She slowly untangled herself from him, much to both of their disappointment, and stood. She attempted to straighten her uniform, which only made the older man throw his head back and close his eyes- his arousal evident.
“Y/n please go before I risk my job.” His voice was desperate. Was she trying to kill me?
It was silent for a moment, with his eyes closed. He thought she had gone, then he felt her little hands in his pocket. He opened his eyes and looked down; she was putting something in his trousers pocket- a cloth.
“My love what are you- those aren’t…?” His eyes widened with realisation.
Her panties.
“I’m sure these will keep you until I come later.” She winked.
Remus took her face in his large hands and kissed her; not gently or softly. Hungry. Like her lips were his last meal.
He pulled away and stood with her, holding her shoulders back against his chest, “Off you go now. And you will come later. More times than you’ll be able to count.” He rasped into her ear. Y/n gasped and walked away, not daring to look back. She hurried down the steps and to the door of the classroom and checked over her shoulder.
Remus stood at the top of the stairs, watching her go, his eyes dark. A slow smirk spread his lips as he gazed wolffishly at her.
Y/n froze for a moment, then quickly ran to the Great Hall, not trusting herself to not go back to him.
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Imagine: Being Harry Potter’s older Ravenclaw sibling, and marrying Bill Weasley. [x] [x]
Harry: Well, y- What? Wait, what?- Y/N: -Bill and I... Well, we’re engaged. He proposed to me yesterday and I wanted to tell you first. Harry: You’re getting married?! Y/N: Well, that usually follows an engagement, yes. Harry: Smart arse.  Y/N: Comes with the teritory. *gestures to Ravenclaw colours* Harry: I can’t believe it... But, I am happy for you.
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ardisia-florence-james · 23 hours ago
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Heyy can I request a harry potter x reader where we shared our first kiss in the astronomy tower on our sixth year? Thanks if you do it! <3
This is adorable, I loved writing it and I honestly adore it. I'm actually really proud of how it is, I hope you will like it too dears.
Now I don't know if it's just me or Harry Potter is a little underrated? I mean, he is an amazing guy who suffered a lot and yet he managed to always preserve is sweet side. He is caring beyond measure, generous and kind, brave and strong. Harry lost a lot during his life, but that was never an excuse for him to fill himself with hatred. Even when he felt anger he stopped and listened before making a decision and I consider it very wise of him. Give this boy some love because he absolutely deserves it, more than anyone else. (he is also a huge simp and I will not take constructive criticism)
Now I stop my little confession and I leave you to enjoy your reading. Remember that english is not my first language, so please correct me if you see any mistakes!
Love
Ardisia 🖋
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From: Harry Potter (Golden Trio era)
Pair: Harry Potter x reader
Genre: fluff (my speciality), little angst
Warnings: major characters death, talking of emotional pain, talk of grieving, emotional distress
A/N: if you would like to read more of my stories here you can find my masterlist
"Have you listened to what I said?" Harry asked suddenly. What a weird way to start a conversation.
He was actually speaking to you idiot, but you were too busy staring at his face.
What? No, I was not staring. I was just admiring his pretty features and gorgeus eyes and his irises' shade and... oh Godric I was staring! Act casual! Act casual!
"Yes, the sun is very bright indeed!"
... I don't mean to sound obvious, but it's raining outside... and it's 9 p.m.
I PANICKED AND SAID THE FIRST THING I HAD IN MIND! I haven't heard a single word. Shouldn't you help me? You are my brain!
It's funnier to watch you act like an idiot in love, I'm wheezing here
"Are you alright?" no I'm just quarelling with my brain about my feelings for you Harry. I actually think I have gone mad.
"Yes of course, I'm great!"
liar
Shut up! If you aren't planning to help at least go away.
"I asked you if you wanted to go to the library tomorrow, to study together and... you know reading and stuff." he sounded really shy and tired while asking that, more than usual anyway. In the last few weeks Harry was acting really strange for a lot of reasons and even if we had come back to Hogwarts just a few weeks prior, he seemed always so tired of everything.
"I would love to. I'll see you tomorrow Harry." he waved and went to his room, almost dragging himself on the stairs. It was a pitiful sight to observe, watching him so young and yet so broken.
"Harry?" he turned around swiftly watching me in a strange way I could not recognise.
"Are you alright?"
"Of course! See you tomorrow Y/N..." he was lying. It was written all over his face and it was not like him to lie openly to his friends.
Since Sirius' death he was much more close about his thoughts and feelings with everyone, so I don't think it's something going on just with me. Many times we tried to be there for him, but he was always so distant, like he was living in his own world. He was much paler and skinny than usual, not eating enough and sleeping even less. Saying I was worried for him is an understatement: I was desperate. I wanted to help him with all my soul, I would have taken some of his pain away and made it mine if I could and yet I nevere felt more useless.
[ the following day ]
You and Harry were in the library for a while now, but neither of you was truly studying. You were glancing at your friend all the time while he was looking at the pages of his book without truly seeing them.
"Let's go away from here." you stated suddenly, making him jump from his chair.
"Wha-why? We-we are studying..."
"No, we are not! You have been looking at the same page for an hour now and I'm worried about you. Come with me!"
He watched you, uncertain of what you were planning, but after a moment he put the books in his bag and followed you. While heading out of the library you took his hand to drag him faster across the corridors and guided him to the astronomy tower. At that time of the day it was surely empty and you both could just sit there and enjoy the landscape beneath. You wanted to distract him, to make him feel better and that was the first idea your brain could plan.
When you arrived at the top, you carefully closed the door behind you before turning around to face your friend. You seated on a box and watched him move nervously around the room, pacing and tormenting his own hands.
"Why are we here?"
"Because you need some time far away from everyone and as I already told you, I'm worried about you Harry... you seem to be listless, unhappy and with your head in another world. We are going to stay here until you feel a little better and calmer. You don't even need to speak, I'm just going to be here for you and only you."
He smiled softly at your words and then, all of a sudden, he kneeled before you hugging your waist. He was shivering, crying with his head hidden from your glare, but you let him unload his emotions (part of you moved to know he trusted you so much he would show his true feelings). You started to caress his unruly hair with one hand and his shoulders with the other, your touch feeling like an hot, gentle wind on his skin.
"It's- it's just so overwhelming some time... being me..."
"You don't have to tell me if you feel uncomfortable you know?"
"I-I want to. I need to. I feel so tired of fighting, especially after the Triwizard Tournament, with Voldemort's return and Cedric's murder... last year Umbridge made it almost impossible to live and I had the responsability to protect and train the ES and Sirius..." his voice broke again and more tears started to fall on your jeans, but you couldn't care less.
"All I wish to have is a normal life, no threats, no Voldemort, no wars, no people who whisper behind my back every single time I walk by... and then I have the lessons with Dumbledore, my scar burns so much it makes me want to open my head with an axe and nobody believes Draco has become a deatheater, but I swear I'm sure he is." you listened to his confession carefully, thinking about what was the best you could do for him.
You raised his chin with your fingers and started to wipe away his tears with delicate and tender movements, smiling softly to reassure him. When you were done you just looked at his eyes and got lost in them for a while, his green irises shining brightly as always, even when he was feeling distressed.
"Harry... I can't tell I understand how you feel, but I want to do everything in my power to make you feel better. The only thing that you must know is that you are not alone: you have Ron, Hermione, you have the Weasleys, the Order, Dumbledore... and me... I'm not leaving you alone Harry AND (you raised your voice seeing he was about to retort) I don't care if the whole dark army of Voldemort is after us I.AM.NOT.GOING.TO.LEAVE.YOUR.SIDE." and then you whispered something he was not expecting at all, not even in his fantasies. "Because I love you"
Your words were suspended in the air between the two of you, like an unknown powerful charm. The words had left your mouth before you could stop yourself, like your heart was ready to melt with his and your soul impatient to become one with him. Slowly you both got closer and your lips met in the middle making the charm explode and surround you. Harry was sweet and delicate like honey, his lips gentle like nothing you ever experienced before, but soon, too soon in your opinion, you had to part to breathe.
Never in your whole life you were addicted to something, but now that you had kissed Harry it was like you couldn't do anything else, you didn't even care that you needed air, you felt like you could live of his kiss only.
"I love you too" he said smiling wide and took your face in his hands to kiss you again and again in the last rays of sun of the day.
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s.b Holidate - Ch.5 Easter
Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader Word Count: 7k Synopsis: Her and Sirius have a complicated relationship and things get even more complicated when they agree to start a fake relationship to get their parents off their back     Warnings: Swearing and drinking, they fight A/N: i cannot believe i am on chapter 5. anyways i hope you're enjoying this lots <33
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Unfortunately I hadn’t found anyone between St. Patrick’s Day and Easter, but really, I couldn’t confidently say that I had been trying. I was too distracted and angry at Sirius to do anything. I was sure that the alcohol that night had intensified everything and yet there was still a sour taste in my mouth whenever I remembered it. All it made me feel was sadness that he thought that way about me. Just when I was starting to get used to him and his ways.
Easter was at Goyle Manner and for some reason I was scared to see Sirius. I still had his leather jacket, but he hadn’t sent an owl about it. I wondered if he wanted to forget our last conversation just as much as I did. I didn’t bring the jacket to Goyle Manner. Firstly, because I couldn’t let people see me carrying it around as if I cared about him, and secondly, he probably would have worn it just to spite me. So it stayed at home, resting on the back of the chair near my desk.
I was wearing a fitted white dress that fell just around my knees. It had a strap on one shoulder with a bow on the same side and I paired it with shimmery heels.
It was a bright sunny morning and the house was filled with flowers and eggs that had been charmed to open as tiny chicks popped out while lively music played in the background. The sunlight was streaming into the open entertaining space and there was chocolate strewn around the place for people to take and I thought that I was in heaven. I went to grab a chocolate before I was interrupted.
“Where’s my jacket?” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest, as I turned to the familiar voice.
“I burnt it.” I hadn’t, of course. I just wanted to spite him. He gasped dramatically.
“You haven’t.” He was wearing nicer clothes today and I foolishly thought I was having a good impact on him. His hair was smooth and fell in soft waves and he was clean shaven, showing the defined angles of his face.
“And what if I have?” He knew I was joking but I wanted him to humour me.
“I’d have to excuse myself and go cry in the bathroom.” It wasn’t his best and I didn’t laugh.
“You seem mad at me.” I started walking further into the room, I stole a chocolate egg from one of the server’s platters along with a glass of champagne and was unwrapping it as we walked. When I didn’t answer he continued. “Why are you mad?”
I didn’t want to tell him that I was upset because he insinuated he hated me. He’d probably laugh and say that was one of the nicer things he had said to me. I also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that his words had upset me, so I settled with, “because you’re an ass.”
“What’s new?” People were walking around us, chatting and laughing and for a moment I forgot to stress about people watching us.
“Sorry, it’s just really hard being the golden child,” I spat at him, repeating what he had called me the last time I saw him.
“This isn’t still about St. Patrick’s Day is it?” I gave him an innocent look as I started eating the chocolate and he scoffed, “I was trying to be nice.”
“By saying you hated me?”
“I definitely did not say that,” he scoffed again as if I was being ridiculous and it made me feel flustered.
“Well you insinuated it.” My eyes were wide in disbelief and he frowned at me.
“I don’t think you understood me,” he stressed, “I was trying to be nice.”
“Well it didn’t make me feel good about myself.” He rolled his eyes at me and I frowned.
“I think you’re overreacting.” He said it so nonchalantly that it took me a second to realise exactly what he had said.
“Excuse me?” I had stopped walking but he had walked a few steps in front of me so he had to turn around.
“It was a kind gesture.” I couldn’t believe he was belittling my feelings like that and it made me hot with rage.
“Was it?” I had finished my chocolate and I could feel the wrapper balled up in my fist, the edges scratching my skin. “Because to me it just sounded like you telling me how much you hated me.”
“You’re being ridiculous.” It was as if he was pleading with me to drop the subject but I still had anger brewing in me from that night and he was only adding to the pot.
“You know nothing,” I practically screeched. I had said it so loud that the people around us had started to turn to look and I hoped they would think it was just us being our usual hostile selves. I started walking outside so our voices wouldn’t echo and be heard. Sirius followed.
It was warm and bright outside, despite there being a slight breeze. There were many people outside enjoying the sun and finding the eggs that had been hidden in the garden.
“You know nothing,” I repeated in a much calmer voice. I hate how riled up he could get me. “You’re blaming me for still being a part of this society but you haven’t left.” I was worked up now and I think this had been building up in me since St. Patrick’s Day and with no one listening in on our conversation I continued. “You think you’re so amazing because you’re got into Gryffindor but you’re just like the rest of us, you still live with your parents, you still use their money and what do you even do to try to get them to see another perspective? Nothing. You’re unmotivated and immature and you make me so angry.”
It was the first time I had seen Sirius Black speechless. We both stood there in silence. I had said it all in one breath and I was trying to calm myself down. There were people laughing around us and children making noises of delight, but it still somehow felt that everything had frozen.
“Well I’m glad I know where I stand.” I felt my whole body deflate as he turned around and walked the other way. Maybe I was a bit too harsh. If I was being honest I thought he would fight back. Say something just as nasty about me and we would go back and forth until…I wasn’t sure what. But I guess we weren’t how we used to be and this just confirmed it.
If he thought I was overreacting before I’d love to know what he thought of me now.
I was used to not having Sirius on my arm during the entirety of these celebrations. I had spent most of my life without anyone on my arm during these things. But for some reason I suddenly felt lonely and I had a weird feeling that I was forgetting something as I walked back inside. I got a glass of champagne from a server walking past, hoping it would help me forget everything that had just happened. When I brought the glass away from my lips there was someone standing in front of me.
“Happy Easter.” I smiled and repeated the greeting, but I could feel everything in my stomach reach my throat and I suddenly wished that I was sitting down. “It’s a beautiful day to celebrate, isn’t it?” I was looking around to see if anyone was seeing this, but people were walking around us as if the conversation was completely normal.
“It’s a lovely day.” I think this was the first conversation I had ever had with him.
“Almost as lovely as you look.” I laughed and thanked him, suddenly not knowing what to do with my hands.
“You look dashing yourself, Tiberius.” He was flustered and I didn’t think it looked good on him.
“So where’s Sirius?” I opened my mouth to say ‘why should I care?’ but then I thought against it and for some reason I let out an awkward giggle instead.
“Oh you know him,” I waved my hand, “he can never sit still.”
“Yes, my apologies, he does seem a bit unpredictable. I wish I could say I wasn’t surprised to hear you two were dating.” What the fuck was I meant to say to that? Surely he knew that we almost got married. Usually the bride was the last one to be told and I knew so he had to have known. Surely this wasn’t an innocent stab at Sirius and I knew that I had to defend him otherwise I wouldn’t put it past Tiberius to let the rest of society know about the cracks in Sirius and I’s relationship.
“Oh yes,” I laughed awkwardly, “well you know, we went to school together, we grew up together. It seems I can’t get rid of him no matter how hard I try.” I laughed at my joke but he didn’t find it funny and gave me a toothless grin.
“Yes, I think everyone was a bit surprised. We’ve watched you grow up together and you two never did get along.” I hoped he realised how odd it sounded for him to say that he watched us grow up but I wasn’t going to call him out on it.
“I think it would be easier to list the names of people Sirius actually gets along with.” My joke fell short again and I couldn’t help my eyes wander around the room, hoping that someone would pick up on this awful conversation and save me.
“So how is being a healer?” I sighed in relief at the change in direction of conversation and started speaking about my experience. It seemed everything that had happened since I had started fake dating Sirius had taken all of my thinking space and even at work I was constantly distracted about it. I didn’t tell Tiberius this. “And what does Sirius do, again?” he asked when I finished speaking. I had a feeling that he knew that Sirius didn’t currently have a job. I almost wanted to ask about his work at the Ministry, even if I thought it was a disastrously boring topic, just so I could ignore the question.
“Like I said,” I was laughing again and my cheeks were starting to tire, “you know what Sirius is like, he is always on the go, never in one spot for too long.”
“But does he have the means to support you if you get married?” When he said married I was sure I was going to puke. I had enough trouble seeing Sirius at these celebrations and I couldn’t even imagine having to see him every single day. Not that it mattered though. Nothing between us was real and I would eventually find someone who I would want to spend everyday with.
“Well with my job, I’m sure we will do okay.”
“But he’s the husband. Don’t you want a comfortable and respectable life?” I was speechless because that was exactly what I had been telling Sirius.
I was sure that if one of the chandeliers hanging above us fell right on top of me it would have been less painful than this conversation. I laughed awkwardly and out of the corner of my eye I could see Regulus smirking over at me. He was talking to Sirius who had his back towards us and as Regulus whispered something in his ear Sirius’ whole body suddenly snapped towards me and he started taking long strides to get to us.
“Princess, there you are.” He was wrapping a hand around my waist and I knew I was stressed because it didn’t bother me that he had called me princess in the company of another.
“I was just talking to Tiberius.” Sirius looked over as if he was just realising there was another person here and he held out his hand.
“How are you, Nott? Haven’t spoken to you in ages.” It was all very informal and I could tell that Nott was not enjoying it. Nott took part in society just like me, so he was always looking his best. There wasn’t a hair out of place and the suit he was wearing looked like it was made specifically for him. I didn’t think it was fair to compare him to Sirius who had only just gotten his pants put up after I told him to on Valentine’s Day.
“I am fine, thank you.” He looked distastefully at his hand after shaking Sirius’. If I wanted to be mean I would’ve said that we were talking about because I knew Sirius would have the guts to say what he was really thinking. But that was a Sirius thing to do and I didn’t see it reflecting well on either of us, so I didn’t.
It briefly crossed my mind that I wanted Sirius to say what he was thinking because I knew we were thinking the same thing, but I currently wasn’t in the mood to agree with him so I pushed the thought out of my head.
“So, how's finding a wife?” I guessed I didn’t have to help Sirius be himself. My mouth opened in shock at his question and I could see Nott getting all worked up out of the corner of my eye, but Sirius was looking as if this was all a normal, appropriate conversation
“Well we can’t all be lucky like you.” He motioned towards me and I smiled at him. Sirius's grip on my waist tightened and if Nott wasn’t around I would have pulled his hand straight off me.
“No, you can’t.” I looked over at Sirius who kept a keen eye on Nott. He had his usual mischievous glint in his eye and I was petrified of where he was going to take this. I was sure I must’ve looked nauseous because I definitely felt it. “But I think she’s out of your age range anyways.” He gave me a cheeky smile and I was absolutely speechless.
“Excuse me?” Nott was obviously offended and for a moment I was going to tell Sirius to stop so he wouldn’t embarrass me. I still had to find another boyfriend and I didn’t need Sirius ruining my reputation.
“Oh, no?” Sirius was acting surprised as if he had no idea how normal it was for large age gaps to be present in these types of marriages. “You’re desperate for anyone?” Nott was turning a horrible shade of red and I was hoping that he would leave because I had had enough second hand embarrassment for one day. He cleared his throat awkwardly and chose to ignore the question.
“Well, I must be going, it was nice chatting with you.” He paused there and I gave him a bright smile to hopefully make up for this awkwardness. “Black, if you ever need help finding a job I can always speak to some people, wouldn’t want you to be unable to provide for your wife.” He walked off and Sirius’ hand tightened once more before he removed it from me.
I turned over to face him scowling and I gently pushed him on the shoulder, putting space between us.
“That was awful.” I turned around, my eyes wide and my face fearful that Nott would go and spread the news of this horrible conversation. “What were you thinking?”
“What?” Now that Nott was gone and he was only talking to me, I could still see the residue hurt behind his eyes about what I had said earlier, but somehow he had made me even more angry than what I was this morning.
“You completely embarrassed me in front of him,” I complained. I tried to keep my voice down so no one would hear us for the second time today and looking around it seemed that everyone was, thankfully, preoccupied.
“Since when do you care about what Nott thinks of you?” His eyes were squinted at me and I gave him an exasperated look.
“It’s not just Nott, what if he tells others? You know how fast word spreads around here! And what are they all going to think of me? I’ll never find a real boyfriend if you keep embarrassing me like this.” He scoffed at that and I realised that maybe I should have asked what will they think of us instead of me.
“Are you fucking serious?” I saw the opportunity and foolishly I took it.
“Well I’m not fucking him,” I mumbled, not meeting his eyes. I thought he was angry before but he turned livid and I was upset because I couldn’t even boast about how good of a joke it was. He chose to ignore me anyway.
“I’m sorry, weren’t you the one crying to me on Christmas that you didn’t want to marry him?”
“I wasn't crying.” I frowned up at him but he didn’t acknowledge my comment.
“You know, I really don’t get you.” I was thankful that he was at least keeping his voice down so others wouldn’t hear. I did a quick scan again and turned to him when I saw no one was watching us. I guess they were used to us being together now. “One minute you’re telling me your life issues as if I actually give a shit, then I kindly offer to help you, and do a fucking fantastic job of doing so,” he paused to take a breath, “then you tell me you’re going to find another boyfriend so you can get rid of me which, by the way, where the fuck is he? Because I’m sick of doing this, you’re just as bad as everyone else here and the quicker you end this the better for me.”
This time it was my turn to be speechless. I had visibly shrunk after his speech and I wondered if he also tasted the vile taste of humiliation in his throat when I had done the same to him this morning.
“You two seem angry.” I was glad to hear Regulus’ humorous voice because it saved me from coming up with an answer.
“What’s it to you?” Sirius had his arms folded around his chest and I couldn’t meet any of their eyes in fear of crying. I felt like I was going crazy. If my younger self saw me be visibly upset by the words of Sirius Black she would have laughed at how pathetic I was being. He had said much worse to her and she had always replied with something equally as venomous. For some reason, present me just couldn’t find the words.
“Believe it or not, I do care about you two.” He cooed dramatically at us and I could feel him try to find my eyes but they were glued to the floor.
Out of the corner of my eye I could also see Sirius trying to find my eye and I hoped he felt guilty about the way he had spoken to me. When they both realised I wasn’t giving up they let out a sigh.
“Go away, Regulus,” Sirius grumbled. I knew I must’ve looked sad because Regulus didn’t fight it and I could hear his footsteps get softer. “I’m sorry.”
“Well at least I know where I stand.” I gave him a murderous look as I repeated the words he had told me before and stormed the other way before I started crying in front of him. I wasn’t going to let him see me cry. I wasn’t going to let anyone see me cry. I was going to suck it up. And then cry when I got home. I had half a mind to go find Tiberius and beg him to marry me if Sirius was going to treat me like that. Merlin knows he would need the ego boost after his conversation with Sirius.
I spent the rest of the afternoon with my friends and avoiding Sirius. And Regulus. And Tiberius. I made eye contact with Sirius a few times, but I turned away as soon as I saw him and I think he got the hint that I didn’t want to talk because he didn’t make his way over to me.
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I was ecstatic when it was time to go. I didn’t even say goodbye to Sirius. He didn’t deserve it. I went straight up to my room as soon as we got home. It was late afternoon and the sun was still shining even if it was threatening to go down. I pulled my curtains down so no light could come in, it seemed too happy for me in my state of sadness.
I took an extra long time in the shower and I was in my summer silk pyjamas. I had all of the Easter chocolate my parents had given me sprawled out on my bed and I was ready to make myself sick from eating them.
I loved Easter because I loved chocolate. The Goyle’s had plenty around the house, free for anyone to take and eat and I was excited to take advantage of it, but I had had such a dramatic day that I had only had that one egg I had picked up at the beginning before everything turned to shit.
I picked up the book on my nightstand and rested my back against the backboard of my bed. There was still enough light to illuminate the words and I unwrapped a chocolate and started eating it, hoping that it would distract me from all of my worries.
Need to find a boyfriend. Need to apologise to Sirius. No. Sirius needs to apologise to me. Need to return his leather jacket. No. He doesn’t deserve nice things.
Unfortunately the book did nothing to distract me and in an hour I had only read ten pages. I sighed and put the open book on my bed spine up so I wouldn’t lose my spot. I grabbed another chocolate and took a bite out of it. I went over to my desk to see if there was anything there that could distract me instead.
Sirius’ jacket was still on my chair. It was disgusting and I didn’t care if that upset him. He certainly didn’t care about hurting me. I thought that I was handling it quite well considering I had only cried briefly in the shower. People usually didn’t speak to me in such an angry tone and it wasn’t something I was willing to get used to. The only person who had ever spoken to me like that was Sirius and so I wasn’t sure why this time I was so upset by it. And was that what he really thought of me? That I was just like everyone else in that society? I guess I had thought I was different to them somehow, but really, I wasn’t. I still went to these celebrations, I still did everything my parents asked of me. I was still the golden child.
I finished my chocolate and sighed. I was sad because before St Patrick’s Day I had seen a different side of Sirius. The side that remembered I liked chocolate and didn’t kiss me when I didn’t want him to and apologised for things he did ages ago. A side where we could tease each other without being mean and where I could rest my head on his shoulder because we were almost getting along. Or maybe just because we were really drunk. But we were in a new territory and I think I foolishly had thought that we could stay there. Today just reminded me that this was Sirius Black. He was never going to be the respectable partner I deserved.
I started playing with the sleeve of his jacket as a wave of fear came over me when I remembered what he said. Because I’m sick of doing this, you’re just as bad as everyone else here and the quicker you end this the better for me. As if I was getting the better end of this deal. Did he really want me to find someone else? Didn’t he still want money from his family? What if he did call it off and then I’d go straight to Tiberius and this would have all been wasted time. We really should have put a time period on this.
My thoughts were interrupted by a tapping at my window. My heart skipped a beat and I grabbed my wand and walked slowly over to it. It wasn’t an owl because it was too heavy, but I had shut my curtains so I couldn't see what was on the other side of the glass. I had my wand ready and I quickly pulled back the curtain.
I squinted my eyes at Sirius Black standing outside on the ledge of my window. I opened the glass and glared at him. The sun was still up but only slightly, there was a golden glow that entered my room as I put my wand down and folded my arms over my chest.
“What are you doing here?”
“I want my leather jacket.” I rolled my eyes at him and walked over to my desk to grab it.
“Here.” I threw it at him and he wobbled as he tried to catch it and hold on so he wouldn’t fall. We stood like that for a moment. Sirius hunched over on the window sill and me, my arms folded and my face annoyed as I stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to leave. I felt bare with only my pyjamas on. Sirius was still in his clothes from the celebration but his hair was messy and his clothes wrinkled. I thought that if I did my hair properly and put on some nice shoes, I would still look classier than him.
“Are you going to let me in?”
“No,” I answered immediately. Why would I let him in?
“Please? It was really hard trying to get up here.” My room was on the top floor so I didn't doubt that. I was curious as to how he got up but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of asking. “I came to apologise.” I let out a large sigh and motioned for him to come in. I was interested to hear what he had to say. That was all.
The house shook as he landed and I made an effort to close the window quietly, even though Sirius had made enough noise to alert the whole street of his presence.
“Are you busy?” He looked over at my open book and the empty wrappers of chocolate thrown across my duvet and I shrugged.
“Define busy.”
“I wanted to apologise.”
“Okay.” He moved a chocolate wrapper from my bed and sat on the edge.
“I can see how what I said would have upset you on St. Patrick’s Day.” I still had my arms folded and I was now standing in front of him. “I’m sorry, I was genuinely trying to be nice but it didn’t come out right.” He paused. “It’s not an excuse, but I was really drunk.” He really was.
“That’s okay.” I was more upset about his rant after Nott so forgiving him for this was easy considering I didn't think I’d ever get an apology.
“And I’m sorry for yelling at you today. I honestly thought I was helping you, but I forgot that we’re different. We act differently. And I didn’t mean what I said afterwards,” he paused, “about you finding someone else,” he clarified, “I just said it to get you angry. Nott had gotten me all worked up, I despise him by the way.” I let out a humourless chuckle.
“I was humiliated.” I glared at him and he sighed. I wasn’t sure why I was so humiliated, I didn’t think anyone heard us, but for some reason my pride had been hurt.
“I’m sorry,” he looked up at me, “I know just being with me is humiliating for you, you deserve better.” I took a deep breath, trying to steady the beat of my heart. I think I ate too many chocolates.
I wanted to say that I did deserve better but for some reason I sat down next to him instead.
“I didn’t mean what I said when I called you unmotivated and immature either. I just wanted to get you angry too.” My voice was soft. I wasn’t sure if I was telling him the truth, but for some reason I wanted to tell him that.
“I don’t know, I think I deserved that.” I let out a chuckle and reached out to grab another chocolate. “Do you want one?” I passed one over to him, hoping it would act as a peace offering. I feared I had forgiven him too easy but then I remembered that this relationship between us was fake and really, he didn’t have to come apologise at all.
“No thank you, I don’t like chocolate.” If I hadn’t just taken a bite of my own chocolate I would have opened my mouth at him in shock.
“You don’t like chocolate?” I asked when I had finished chewing. I furrowed my eyebrows and he grinned down at me. “It’s my favourite.”
“I know,” he laughed, “we went over this, that's why I bought you some on Valentine’s Day.” I felt funny when he said that so I didn’t respond.
“But I thought you liked chocolate when we were younger?” I had distinct memories of Sirius and I stealing all of the chocolate and then getting in trouble from our parents at these celebrations.
“Yeah but it makes me feel sick now.” He shrugged his shoulders, but he still had a small grin on his face.
“Are you lactose intolerant?” I was being serious so I wasn’t sure why he found it so funny.
“No, just chocolate.” I squinted my eyes up at him and he let out another chuckle before sighing.
“That doesn’t make sense.” He shrugged again but I wasn’t happy with the answer. “I’m a healer, it can’t just be chocolate that makes you sick.”
“I’m so sorry Doctor, should I book an appointment? How much longer do I have left?” He was being sarcastic and I rolled my eyes at him before finishing my own chocolate. He laughed because I was annoyed and I tried to hide my grin.
“But you ate my chocolate on Valentine’s Day.” I wasn’t sure why I was still arguing this but his answers were very unsatisfactory.
“That was just to annoy you.” He gave me a boyish grin and I gave him an unimpressed look.
“You’re a dick.” We were both laughing.
We stopped laughing and there was a beat of silence. It seemed that all of the yelling from today was forgiven and for some reason I was glad.
“Can we go back to how we were?” Sirius asked. My heart skipped a beat.
“How we were before all this started? Or when we agreed to fake date?” I wasn’t sure which answer I wanted.
“When we agreed to fake date.” He turned to me and he seemed satisfied with where this was going. I would be lying if I said I didn’t feel the same. “You’re alright when I can look past your socialite status.” I shook my head and laughed at him.
“And you’re alright when you’re not trying to annoy me.” I paused. “And eat my chocolates.” I frowned up at him and he smirked at me.
“When am I not trying to annoy you?” We were looking at each other and for a moment I was certain that it was only Sirius and I in this world. I wasn’t stressed about my mother coming in and finding Sirius Black unannounced on my bed. I wasn’t trying to think of all the eligible purebloods who might be interested in me once Sirius and I called this off. I didn’t care about what people thought about Sirius and I because all that mattered were the two of us.
I wasn’t sure what it was but I could suddenly feel it flowing through my body. In that second when we were both looking at each other, a flurry of emotions behind our eyes, there was a shift and a shiver ran down my spine at the thought.
“I didn’t expect this to turn out like this.” I was sure that I had eaten too many chocolates and was coming down with something because it was a stupid thing to say.
“Like what?” We were whispering and I started playing with the ends of my pyjama shorts.
“I don’t know,” I did know, “sometimes I don’t want to rip your head off and I thought I would live my whole life wanting to rip your head off.” I wasn’t sure what it was but my brain wasn’t able to catch up with what I was saying.
“Thank you?”
“You’re welcome.” He was laughing and I liked how his eyes crinkled when he did, so I started smiling as well. His eyes were a nice shade of grey. They looked dull due to the lack of light, but his usual hint of mischief lighted them up, before suddenly it was gone.
“Do you think if I was sorted into Slytherin we would have been closer?” I turned away from him. I hadn’t really considered that, but I was sure that now it was going to take up all of my thinking space.
I remembered our first conversation after he had been sorted into Gryffindor. It was in the hallway after breakfast the second day of school.
“Sirius,” I had called out to him. He was with three other boys but he stopped at the sound of my voice. “You got sorted into Gryffindor.” I wasn’t sure why I said that.
“And you got sorted into Slytherin.” He had a stupid grin on his face and an air of amusement as he mocked my statement, eliciting an eyeroll from myself.
“Did you tell your parents?” We were standing in the hallway, people walking around us and I wondered if they suddenly saw the way his face paled.
“Yeah, they’re not that happy about it.” I gave him a sympathetic look and we stood, facing the other for a moment, neither of us knowing what to say. “I know this must be hard for you,” he said sarcastically, “but be strong for me, yeah? Don’t miss me too much.” I rolled my eyes playfully at him and took a deep breath.
“Yes, I am very upset that I won’t have anyone to constantly annoy me, how will I ever survive?” He shrugged his shoulders and for some reason I was smiling like an idiot.
“It’s okay, I’ll still annoy you between classes.” I shook my head at him and one of the boys he was walking with called out his name. I thought it was rude that they were interrupting our conversation and my face changed as I shot them an icy glare. “I'll see you around.” I nodded at him and he walked away. There was an odd feeling in my tummy and so I went back to the Common Room, blaming it on the nerves of starting school.
I would never have admitted it before but for some reason I thought I could now. I was sad that Sirius wasn’t sorted into Slytherin. He was the only person my age in our society and so when I started I had to rely on the older children in our society to keep my company. And none of them were as fun as Sirius.
I realised I had been quiet for a moment and so I answered.
“Nah,” I looked up at him innocently, “no matter what timeline, you’d always get on my nerves.” He laughed but his eyes didn’t crinkle and I wasn’t sure why it made me sad.
“I think we would have.” He was looking straight ahead and I was looking at his side profile.
“Yeah?” My voice was barely above a whisper and his tone matched mine.
“Yeah.” He left it at that and I was scared about where the conversation would go. My heart was still caught up with the scenario of Sirius being in Slytherin and I wasn’t sure why.
“Do you think maybe we can forget about today? I’m really sorry, I just haven’t been in a great place.” I wanted to ask him why he wasn't in a great place but I didn’t think I was allowed to as a fake girlfriend.
“Yeah. Let’s just move on.” He nodded and I was hoping he would leave or change the subject because I didn’t like how serious it was getting.
“What are you reading?” He leaned back to reach my book and he fell flat on my mattress as he held it up above himself.
“Please,” I said sarcastically, “make yourself comfortable.” But I copied his actions and laid down next to him. He had a finger on the page I had left it on and he turned to look at the front cover.
“I’ve never heard this before.” Our shoulders were touching and I wasn’t sure if I should move my arm. He was looking up at my book, but my head was turned to look at his side profile. His nose had a little bump in it and for a moment I wanted to reach out and trace the bones sticking out on his face.
“I didn’t realise you were so well read?” I questioned humorously, finding it odd that he would think he had heard of it before. Sirius Black was not known for being a reader.
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me, princess.” For a moment I wanted to ask him what I didn’t know about him. But there was no point. One day I would find someone else and learn everything about them and I didn’t need random facts about Sirius Black to take up any of that space.
“It’s a muggle book.” I admitted, as he brought the book down to his chest and turned to face me.
“Blasphemous.” We were looking at each other again and I forced myself to blink.
“I know.” I was glad we were back to laughing again, but there was something missing in Sirius’ eyes and for some reason I questioned him about it. “Are you sure you’re okay? If this is too much for you we can always stop.” I wasn’t sure why I said it and I wasn’t sure what it was that had made me think that I didn’t really want this to stop.
“No,” he said a bit too quickly, “no,” he sighed, “no, I shouldn’t have said that today. I want to keep doing this.” He turned to face me and for a moment I believed him. “Just to keep getting money from my parents, you know?” My heart sunk. “I just really feel bad about today and wanted to apologise.”
“Are you sure that’s it?” I wasn’t sure why I was pushing it.
“Me and my parents had a fight.” Of course. That was probably why he was apologising about this and trying to make it work. Without me, they’d kick him out and he would have to say goodbye to their money. I had forgotten Sirius needed me just as much as I needed him.
“I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “Do you want to talk about it?” I suddenly felt queasy and if I was being honest, I didn’t really want to talk about it, but I was his fake girlfriend and weren’t they meant to help with this type of stuff?
“No thanks.” I was looking over at him and I nodded even if he had turned to look back up at my ceiling.
“But it would make me feel better if you read your blasphemous muggle book to me. It’s going to be bad because it’s by a muggle, obviously, but I want to see just how bad it is.” I laughed at him because he was an idiot, but for some reason I took the book out of his hand and found my page.
“It’s my favourite book so you’ll obviously enjoy it.” I gave him a bit of a debrief as I sat up and moved so my back was against the backboard. Sirius sat up, but he instantly laid back down so his head was resting on my thighs.
I felt like he was a bit too close to me, but for some reason I didn’t want to tell him to move.
He put his leather jacket beside him and put his arms above his head. He closed his eyes and I began reading.
The sun had set and I had to turn my bedside table lamp on. I couldn’t tell if Sirius was actually listening or not, but he didn’t tell me to stop so I continued until my throat hurt and my eyes watered.
I wasn’t entirely sure who fell asleep first. I told myself I would just rest my eyes for a moment and then I would be ready to continue, but that was the last thing I remembered.
When I woke up, I felt unusually light and I noticed my book was beside me, closed. I groaned when I realised I would have to find where I was up to but I froze when I saw a note sticking out. I had become familiar with that annoyingly neat handwriting and I opened the book and pulled it out.
Thank you for getting my mind off things. I’m sorry I’m a dick. I promise I’ll do better.
Sirius xx
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For Once - Adrian Pucey Prompt
Request - Anonymous asked: i don't know if you would like to write for him, so in case, could you do a adrian pucey x y/n one with "For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!"? only if you want to of course! please and thank you
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Warnings: angsty fic; sexual and physical assault; Marcus Flint being a complete asshole (I honestly don’t know why this took such an angsty turn but, it did) also, Lucius not being an asshole for once :) oh, and this is suuuuper long
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :D
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For Once
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Everything in your life had been laid down for you. Being born into two of the most powerful families in the Wizarding World came with expectations that you needed to fulfill. And you did. Every little thing that was asked from you. Because you were (Y/N) Malfoy. And nothing but greatness was wanted from you. You were in Slytherin. You became a Chaser of your team. You were a Prefect and now you were Head Girl, just like your father was. You had even worked at the Ministry in the summer so you could get the experience required as soon as you graduated from Hogwarts. And you didn’t mind. You loved your family, you knew what was expected from you since you were younger. You might even say, you’d like it. You liked being looked up to. You liked the proud look on your parents’ faces whenever they talked about you. You liked the way Draco looked up to you. You liked the way your professors respected you for being a great student. You liked the way your teammates loved having you on the team because you were one of their best players. You liked having the responsibility of being Head Girl. You didn’t even mind pursuing a career in the Ministry of Magic, as your father desperately wanted. You didn’t mind not going off to some parties because you needed to study. Or even declining some dates because you needed to focus on school and all of your duties. You didn’t mind it at all, because they were not of your interest, so you didn’t feel like you were missing out on anything. So, no. You didn’t mind anything at all. Except now. Now, just before you came back to school for your final year, your parents had informed you that they had arranged your marriage with Marcus Flint. And the problem you had with that was that you hated Marcus Flint. Marcus Fucking Flint. 
They could have picked anybody else. Marcus was the biggest prick you had ever met. First of all, you saw him with a different girl at least every other day. Secondly, he didn’t shy away from how he talked about them and he didn’t care who was around to hear him. He would constantly make crass comments and belittle women, saying how women were only good for one thing. He had even made crude comments towards you. You had always tried to remain calm, and ignore it, thinking he was just being an immature guy and eventually he grew out of it. But, of course, he never did. And it was one thing to have to tolerate his comments when you were passing him on the hall in school, or at Quidditch practice or when he was partnered with you in class, but now, they were expecting you to spend the rest of your life with him. You were almost certain that whomever your parents would choose for you to be betrothed to wouldn’t be someone you loved. Because the only person you had ever loved, was out of the question. Adrian Pucey. On paper, Adrian basically checked every single box that your parents would look for in a suitor for you. He came from a well-known, wealthy pure-blood family, he was also among the best students in your year, he was a Prefect and he was now Head Boy with you (which gave you the perfect excuse to spend even more time together). The issue was, his father and your father despised each other. Ever since they were in school, they were remarkably competitive in anything. Quidditch, grades, titles, even women. And it went along once they both joined the Ministry of Magic. Which is why, when you came home for the Holidays after your first year and you told him about your new friend Adrian, he had forbidden you from fraternizing with him any further. Adrian had been told the exact same thing by his father. And you obeyed, of course, because that’s what you were expected to do. Well, sort of. Adrian was your weak spot. He was the only thing in your life you couldn’t bring yourself to stay away from even if you were supposed to. The two of you kept on being friends in secret and you had always been successful at hiding it from everyone else. Draco was the only one that knew. Except, you had fallen head over heels for him, and, to your surprise, he reciprocated your feelings. For the past year and a half, the two of you had even managed to maintain a secret relationship hidden from everyone you knew. And you were okay with that. You figured that somewhere along the way, the stupid feud between your father and Mr. Pucey would cease and they wouldn’t mind your relationship. But now, here you were, trying to find a way to tell the love of your life that you were betrothed to someone else.
“What’s going on, princess? You’ve been awfully quiet” he said, as he ran his fingers through your hair on the Hogwarts Express.
He was grateful that Head Boy and Head Girl from each house got their own compartment and he had you all to himself at least for a few hours.
“N-nothing” you tried to smile. “I’m alright” you assured him, but he lifted your chin with his fingers.
“You know that you’re a terrible liar, right?” he said, making you laugh sadly.
“I have to tell you something” you said, nervously. He was right. You had never been able to lie… to him.
“What’s wrong, love?” he asked when he saw our eyes were filling up with tears.
“Um-” you said, with your lip quivering a little and you tried your best to prevent the tears from falling, but failing. “M-my parents s-said” you started, and he grabbed your trembling hands. “They said that they have chosen someone to m-marry me after school” you said, quietly, looking down, unable to face him.
Adrian felt his blood running cold. Both of you knew that something like this might happen, but you weren’t expecting it to be so soon. The two of you had agreed that you would come up with a plan this year so you could be together.
“Who is it?” he asked with his voice turning angry. If you were this upset, he knew it wasn’t just anybody. This was something you were dreading more than he was.
“F-Flint” you sobbed.
“Flint?” he asked, pushing you off him and standing up, enraged. “Marcus fucking Flint?!” he snapped, making you jump startled at the sound. “I’m sorry” he said, sitting back next to you and holding you close to him again. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to yell-”
“It’s okay” you muttered. “You’re reacting better than I did, really” you admitted. “I spent all night up, crying” you told him. “Draco helped a bit. He kept me company and gave me candy” you said.
“Come here” he said, pulling you closer and kissing your forehead.
“I don’t w-want to do this, Adrian” you said, burying your head in his shoulder. “I c-can’t marry Marcus, I want to be with you” you sobbed, trying to calm down but you broke down, as your breathing started getting heavy. The mere thought of having to even hold Flint’s hand was something that made you sick to your stomach. “I hate Flint s-so much! I can’t d-do this-!”
“I know, darling, I know” Adrian said, trying to remain calm for you. “I promise I won’t let that happen” he said, kissing your head repeatedly.
He couldn’t even fathom the thought of that asshole getting anywhere near you. The only person who hated Marcus more than you was him. He had come close one too many times to beat him senseless because of the way he talked about you, but since your relationship was a secret, he wouldn’t give it away. The one time he did, was during a party Slytherin had after winning a Quidditch game, and Marcus had come too close to you, making you extremely uncomfortable. It took Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, and your brother to get him off Marcus. After that, he at least hadn’t come near you. But that didn’t stop him from going on about all the things he wanted to do to you. He could feel his blood boiling but he knew that right now he needed to be there for you. And he needed to figure out a way of fixing this.
“W-what am I going to do?” you whispered, still resting your head on his shoulder.
“We” he corrected you and you turned to look up at him. “What we’re going to do, love. If you think, for a second, that I am going to leave you alone on this, you have never been more wrong, (Y/N) Malfoy” he said, giving you a peck on the lips and you smiled for the first time in what felt like days. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Adrian Pucey” you said, kissing him once more.
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“Well, if it isn’t my lovely future wife” you heard a voice behind you.
You had managed to avoid Marcus Flint at all costs since you got to school, but you knew that, eventually, he was bound to find you. And he did, today, in the Library. In all honesty, you didn’t think he ever came here. You cleared your throat but didn’t turn around to face him.
“Marcus” you said, firmly. You suddenly felt him grab your arm and turn you around.
“Is that the way to greet your future husband, love?” he asked, stepping closer to you.
“P-please don’t call me that” you said, glaring at him.
“Why not? We are to be married really soon” he smirked, bringing his hand up to grab your face but you snatched it away.
“Don’t touch me” you glared at him. You were about to walk away from him, but Marcus pulled you by your wrist and pushed you against the bookshelf, harshly. “What the fuck are you doing? Let go of me!”
“You know, that is no way to talk to your husband” he said, grabbing you by the arms forcefully and smashing you against the bookshelf again.
“You’re not my husband!” you said, glaring at him as defiantly as you could.
“Not yet” he smirked as he brought one of his hands to your face. This time, you were too scared to move. “I can’t wait to have you all to myself, princess” he mocked you and you felt sick to your stomach. You tried to get out of his grip but he tightened his hands on our arms so much, it started to hurt.
“I am not going to marry you, Flint!” you snapped. “I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man in the Wizarding World!”
“Of course you are” he laughed. “Because your daddy said so” he mocked you. “And everyone knows that (Y/N) Malfoy does what her parents tell her to do” he said.
“Let. Go. Of. Me.” you said between clenched teeth.
“But I’m not done with you” he said. Before you could think of anything else, you pushed your knee up, hitting him between his legs and making him bend over in pain. You tried to get away from him quickly, but Marcus was quicker. He grabbed you again this time by your neck, preventing you to yell for Adrian which is what you desperately wanted to do. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“M-Marcus y-you’re hurting me” you cried as much as you could with his grip tightening. You were terrified. He was now fuming. And the only thing you could think of was that this was the man your parents expected you to be with for the rest of your life. “P-please s-stop-!”
“Or what?” he asked. “What are you going to do about it, sweetheart?” he asked, as his other hand fell on your thigh and started crawling its way up. You felt tears falling down your cheeks and you heard him laugh at you. “See, it’s going to be just you and me, love. And it would be best if you start acting properly around me, and stop fucking Pucey” he said, making you widen your eyes. “You think I didn’t know? I wonder how your father will feel if he finds out” he smirked. “So, since you’re going to be my wife, I’ll make you a deal” he continued. “You break it off with Pucey and start being nicer to me, and I won’t have to tell your parents about you and him, deal?” he asked, releasing your throat and you slowly nodded, not knowing what else to do. “That’s better” he said, grabbing your face and kissing your cheek. “See you around, princess” he mocked Adrian's nickname for you, walking away and leaving you frozen in your place.
After you saw him disappear around the corner, you finally were able to move. Tears started streaming down your face and you ran as fast as you could to the table you had been studying at. You quickly grabbed Adrian’s scarf and placed it around your neck, and then pulling your sweater sleeves down, knowing that it would bruise soon. You ran as fast as you could, looking for Adrian. You were so distracted, you didn’t notice where you were running to and you bumped into someone.
“(Y/N)?” you looked up to find Theo Nott and Blaise Zabini, looking at you. “Are you alright?” Theo asked.
“I’m sorry” you said, with a raspy voice. “I’m fine” you said, wiping away your tears.
“Are you sure?” Blaise asked, stepping closer to you, but you stepped back.
“Yes” you quickly said. “H-have you guys seen Adrian?” you asked, not really knowing if they probably knew about you and him as well since Draco knew.
“Uh, I just saw him in the Common Room” Theo said and before he could finish, you were already heading that way.
You went inside to find your boyfriend sitting on one of the sofas, reading a book. He looked up and smiled when he saw you but his smile quickly faded when he saw the state you were in. He instantly walked over to you, grabbing your hand, and dragging you up to his dorm.
“What happened?” he asked, once you were inside and he sat you down on his bed. You opened your mouth to try and tell him but nothing came out except sobs. You broke down, crying hysterically and he hugged you to him. “What happened, princess? What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly.
“I- I t-tried to f-fight h-him off” were the first words that came out of your mouth. Adrian felt his blood boiling but he needed to calm you down first and make sure you were okay.
“What are you talking about, love?” he asked, kneeling in front of you. “What happened?” you looked up into his beautiful blue eyes and you grabbed his hands, trying to even your breathing. You tried to speak again, but you couldn’t. So, you brought one of your hands to the scarf you were wearing and slowly removed it. You saw Adrian’s eyes widen when he saw your neck. You could tell a bruise was already forming and so could Adrian and you saw he clenched his jaw. “(Y/N)” he asked, gently placing your head between his hands. “I need you to tell me who did this to you” he said in a soft tone.
You took a deep breath and looked down at your linked hands. “F-Flint” you said as more tears came down your cheeks. “I w-was in the Library a-and he s-said” you sobbed. “He said-”
“What did he say, princess? What did he say to you? What did he do?” he asked, brushing his thumb on your cheek. You then tried as best as you could to tell him all the previous events that happened in the Library. Adrian just listened to you, trying his best to stay calm. “He threatened you?” he asked, standing up once you were done. You silently nodded. “Did he hurt you somewhere else?” he asked and you slowly removed your sweater, revealing the bruises on your arms and one of your wrists. Adrian cupped your cheeks with his hands, and you noticed they were shaking. He gently leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Stay here” he said before he pulled away from you.
“Adrian, wait” you said getting up and following him. “Adrian!” you called out of him, trying to pull him back but he didn’t listen to you, he kept stomping his way until he reached the Common Room where he spotted him. “Adrian!” you tried one last time.
“Flint!” he said, fuming, walking towards the other Slytherin boy. Marcus turned around to face him and before he could even speak, Adrian had thrown himself at him, punching him in the face.
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What happened next was a blur. You stood frozen as you saw your boyfriend basically beat the shit out of your future husband. You had no idea how you got here. You tried to yell for Adrian to stop but your breath was caught in your throat. The last thing you remembered was Draco running towards you, trying to help you calm down. And the next thing you knew, you were waiting outside of Professor Dumbledore’s office. Before Adrian was able to kill Marcus, someone had gone to alert Professor Snape about what was happening. The three of you were first escorted to the Hospital Wing to get checked by Madam Pomfrey. Even if you didn’t want to, Professor Snape took you away from the two boys to talk to you about how the bruises on your neck and arms happened. You looked up at your godfather, knowing that you were not able to lie any longer. So, you told him. You told him everything. And he listened. And he immediately had your father come to this school. Which is why you were now anxiously waiting for him in Dumbledore’s office. You had never been called to Dumbledore’s office. At least, not for something bad. And now, here you were, on our final year, while you were Head Girl, waiting for your father to arrive.
“(Y/N), what is the meaning of this?” your father said, coming inside.
“Dad, I’m sorry-”
“What is wrong with you? You have been back here for a week, and I am called to Dumbledore’s office?”
“Dad, I promise, I-”
“I will deal with you later, let’s just go” he said, fuming and the two of you entered Dumbledore’s office. “What in the name of Merlin are you doing here?” he asked, glaring at Adrian’s father.
“Well, it seems that all of us have been dragged here for something your daughter orchestrated-”
“Dad, this isn’t (Y/N)’s fault!” Adrian insisted. You looked at him and saw his bruised and bandaged knuckles.
“Wait, what do you mean all of us?” he asked as Mr. Flint came in with Marcus. Marcus on the other hand looked almost unrecognizable with his bruised swollen face.
“Lucius” he said coldly. You felt even more anxious than before. Marcus’ father was a very intimidating man. You weren’t entirely sure but you thought you even saw your father nervous.
“Thomas” your father said before turning to look back at you.
“Gentlemen” Professor Dumbledore said, coming into the room with Professor Snape behind him. “Thank you all very much for coming in such short notice” he said, walking in front of his desk.
“Get to the point, Dumbledore, we do not have all day” Mr. Flint blurted out.
“Right. As you know it is very unusual for us to ask our students’ parents to come, but given the circumstances, I believe it was necessary to bring your attention to this matter” he explained.
“We had an incident today where Mr. Pucey and Mr. Flint-" Professor Snape started.
“If this is between Mr. Flint and Mr. Pucey, I failed to see what I am doing here, Severus” Lucius insisted.
“Well, Lucius” he said, looking directly at you, knowing that what came next was not going to be easy. You could see that he was also fuming but trying to remain calm because he didn’t know how your father was going to react. “It seems that (Y/N) was the reason why Mr. Pucey stepped in” he continued.
“What do you mean?” you heard yours and Adrian’s father ask at the same time. Your father turned to look at you, as you looked away, down to the floor. You couldn’t dare to face him.
“(Y/N)” he said in a firm but not harsh voice. “What happened?”
You felt the tears falling down your cheeks. You couldn’t take it anymore. This was it. Whatever had to happen would and you had no idea what the outcome would be. You then felt Adrian’s hand grabbing yours and you looked up at him.
“(Y/N), I know that you’re scared, but I promise I won’t ever let Marcus near you again. He won’t hurt you. You can’t go through with this” he insisted. "You need to think of yourself, love. For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!" he pleaded. “You can’t spend your life with him just because that’s what they asked you to do” he said as his eyes teared up a little as well. You slowly nodded and looked at Professor Snape, who nodded encouragingly back at you so took a deep breath.
“Dad, I c-can’t marry M-Marcus Flint” you started. You saw your father tense and Mr. Fling walking closer to you.
“Excuse me?” your father asked, not sure if he had heard you correctly.
“This is outrageous! The marriage is final!” Mr. Flint said, fuming.
“Now I fail to understand why I am here” Mr. Pucey added.
“Obviously because your son attacked my son!” Mr. Flint said.
“Your son attacked me first!” you suddenly yelled at Mr. Flint. You felt your knees shaking when his glare turned from Mr. Pucey to you and your eyes watered once more.
“I beg your pardon-?”
“You’re lying!” Marcus said, regretting it when he felt the pain on his face when he moved. “You’re only saying that because you want to keep fucking Pucey!”
“SHUT UP! DO YOU WANT ME TO FINISH WHAT I FUCKING STARTED?!” Adrian said, trying to make his way to Marcus again, but his father stopped him.
“That is enough!” Professor Snape’s voice was heard over everyone. "I do not want to hear a word from you two unless I speak first, am I clear?" he asked and the two of them nodded. “(Y/N), could you please remove your scarf? And pull up our sleeves?” he asked as calmly as he could. Your father’s eyes had never left you since the words that Marcus had attacked you had left your mouth. He felt his blood running cold. He couldn’t bring himself to think that the person he had chosen for you had hurt you in any kind of way. And then, he saw the big hand-shaped bruise on your neck and the ones on your arms and your wrist. “Could you please tell us who did that to you?” Snape asked, snapping Lucius out of his thoughts.
“It w-was M-Marcus” you said trying to stop your voice from shaking.
“YOU LYING BITCH!” Marcus tried to throw himself at you and Adrian was about to make his way towards you but your father beat him to it. He stood in front of you and took his wand out, sending Flint flying all the way back to the wall.
“Mr. Malfoy” Professor Dumbledore said, calmly but didn't really do much to stop him.
“How. Dare. You.” he said with venom in his voice as he walked over to Marcus and his father who was helping him up. “HOW DARE YOU LAY A FINGER ON MY DAUGHTER!?!” he yelled, pointing his wand at the boy. Professor Snape quickly walked over to Lucius, pulling him away.
“You cannot prove that Marcus was the one who did that” Thomas started.
“Actually we can” Professor Snape intervened. “Firstly, this is not the first accusation we’ve had against Mr. Flint. Unfortunately, as you know and fought before Thomas, there was never any physical evidence. Now, there is-”
“Anybody could have done that-!” Mr. Flint insisted.
“No, Mr. Flint. Not anybody does that” Professor Snape said, disgusted. “There were some first years in the Library that saw what Mr. Flint was doing and ran to tell Professor McGonagall. However, when they returned, they were gone. So, we do have proof” he said with the tiniest smirk on his lips.
“I want him expelled from this school” Lucius said, still throwing daggers at Marcus. “And if I find out that you ever get near my daughter again, I will personally kill you, Mr. Flint” he spat out the last words. You had never seen your father like this. “There will be no marriage-”
“That deal is final-” Thomas said. Lucius' cold stare turned to Mr. Flint and he got closer.
“There is no deal. I will be pressing charges against your son. You do not have the upper hand here, Thomas, since I am guessing whatever Marcus learned on how to treat women he learned it from you. So, unless you want me to dig further into this, I suggest you back off and stay the fuck away from my family!”
He then walked over back to you, grabbing your hand and walking out of Professor Dumbledore’s office. You let out a sigh you had no idea you were holding, feeling relieved for the first time since you had come back to school.
“Mr. Pucey, I do have to give you detention, since you know violence is not allowed here” Professor Snape said in a bored tone, arching his eyebrow at him. He looked back disgustedly at the Flints and then back at Adrian. “I suppose one hour after class tomorrow will suffice. You are free to go” he said and Adrian nodded, walking out with his father as well, leaving Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape to deal with the fate of Marcus Flint.
When they stepped outside, they found you and Lucius, still standing there. He cleared his throat and walked over to them.
“Mr. Malfoy-” Adrian started.
“It is not your turn to speak” Lucius said firmly, cutting off Adrian, who nodded quickly. “My daughter has informed me about what you did for her and…” he sighed, offering his hand to shake to Adrian. “Thank you” he said and Adrian slowly took it, shaking it. “I’m glad (Y/N) has someone like you that looks out of her. I see that Adrian has grown up to be a very respectable young man” he said, looking at Mr. Pucey. "And Head Boy" he said, impressed. "Just like I beat you the title in our senior year" he smirked a little.
“Shove off, Malfoy" Mr. Pucey said, rolling his eyes, but then turned serious again. "But thank you” he replied. “And I am really sorry that (Y/N) had to go through something like this” he said, looking softly at you. “Adrian should also feel lucky to have someone like you in his life. You seem like a lovely girl” he said firmly. He then did something, that made you both stare shocked. He offered his hand to your father and your father quickly shook it. “Lucius” he nodded.
“Charles” he replied, not kindly, but not like usually did. You and Adrian exchanged looks with each other, trying not to smile wider. You both knew this was probably the best they could ask from your fathers and that this was their way of letting you know they were probably okay with your relationship. Or they would be. “I need to have a word with my daughter” he told Adrian, knowing he was waiting for you to leave.
“Of course, Mr. Malfoy” he said, shooting you one last smile before he left with his father.
Your father turned to look at you and his eyes softened as they were directed to your neck.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“W-well, he had never done something like this before. The closest to it was one time a couple of years ago, but Adrian stopped it as well” you explained. “He mostly only said stupid things and I was just able to ignore it” you told him.
“But why didn’t you tell me that when your mother and I said you would be arranged to marry him?”
“I don’t know” you said, with a tear falling down our cheek again. “I d-didn’t want to disappoint you” you admitted as more tears fell down.
“(Y/N)” he said, bringing you closer to him. Your father was not a very affective man, everyone knew that. It was rare when he would hug you or told you that he loved you, but he did it in other ways and you never doubted his love for you. “My darling girl, listen to me” he said, wiping away your tears. “You could never disappoint me. Especially with something like this” he assured you. “I know that your mother and I have put some expectations on you and your brother but that is only because we want you both to be the best that we know you can be” he continued. “But, darling, nothing in this world is more important to me than your safety, do you understand?” you nodded, smiling through your tears and he pressed a small kiss on your forehead. “I love you, so much my girl” he hugged you again.
“I love you too, dad” you said, feeling entirely calm and safe for the first time since the marriage announcement.
“Now, off you go” he said, pulling away just a little. “Be good” he said, kissing your head once more before he left.
You composed yourself and made your way towards the exit to find your boyfriend waiting for you.
“Hi” you smiled, as he quickly held you in his arms.
“Hello, love” he said, leaning down to give you a peck on the lips.
“Did you get into a lot of trouble?” you asked concerned.
“Nah” he said, smirking at you. “An hour of detention with Snape. Nothing I can’t handle, princess” he assured you, throwing his arm around your shoulders as you started making your way back. You suddenly stopped and grabbed his face bringing his lips to yours, kissing him intensely, not even caring who was watching. “Not that I’m complaining, but… what was that for?”
“Well, you told me to be selfish for once in my life and do what I wanted” you smiled up at him. “And I wanted to kiss you” you said, giving him another peck on the lips. “Because I love you” you said with another kiss. “And I wanted to say thank you” you said with another peck. “For taking care of me” you said with one final kiss.
“I will always take care of you, my love” he promised, bringing you closer to him and kissing your forehead. “I love you too” he smiled. “Do you want to head down for dinner?”
“Could we maybe just grab the food and go to your dorm? I’m really exhausted” you asked.
“Of course, princess” he said, bringing you in for another kiss. “We can do whatever you want, my love. Whatever you want.”
The End
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 A/N: I hope you guys liked it! this was my first time writing for Adrian so that was fun :) also, I fancasted him as Thomas Doherty because it was basically impossible to find an Adrian gif and let me know if you’d like to be tagged in my future stories 
tags: @venomsvl​
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mistress-riddle · a day ago
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FAMILY OUTING.
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➪ pairing : harry potter x reader
➪ pronouns : she/her
➪ genre : general, humour.
➪ warnings/content : family fluff, swearing
➪ summary : the children want to go to a muggle restaurant but chaos happens to ensue?
➪ request : Since you want some Harry Potter requests, can I request where Harry takes his whole family to a Muggle restaurant and it goes haywire, with the kids wanting different cuisine and y/n fuming at the waitress because she winked at Harry? Please? And it's okay if you can't.💖💖 ━ @anyqueen008
➪ masterlist.
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"daddy, can we go to a muggle restaurant please?" the five year old, minerva lily potter, asked her father as she looked at him with wide eyes.
"yeah, please dad?" james followed along with remus, the two stood behind harry's little girl.
"did you ask your mother?" harry asked as he looked up from the daily prophet that he didn't get to read in the morning.
"she told us to ask you." the three children gave their best puppy dog eyes that would put sirius' to shame.
"sure," he shrugged "go get ready." the children cheered, minerva threw her arms around her dad's neck, giving him a kiss on his cheek whilst the boys gave each other a fist bump.
"told you this would work." james whispered, smugly. remus, minerva and james returned to their rooms to get ready leaving harry alone in the living room.
"love!" harry called.
"what?" [y/n] left her study to face her husband.
"the kids wanna go out for food." he got up from his seat and planted a kiss on her jaw "let's go and ready."
"how come?"
"what do you mean 'how come'? they said they asked you if they could go."
"oh is that why they all just came in and disturbed me- you can go with them, I've still got some work to do-" harry pulled his wife along with him to their shared bedroom.
"it's the weekend, give yourself a break."
"but I was-"
"no buts." he interrupted her. harry shoved his wife slightly to sit her down on the bed and picked out an outfit for her.
"gosh harry, your choice in fashion is still shite."
"hey, don't be a git. I'm trying to help." [y/n] rolled her eyes and turned to her cupboard, chose a dark blouse and some black trousers to go along with it.
"how do you manage to look good, even after giving birth three times?" he whistled as he eyed his wife and buttoned his shirt.
"a secret." she winked at him.
"how lucky am I to have you?" he pulled her into his arms and pecked her lips, the kiss progressively started to get more rough when their eldest son barged into their room.
"please so stop doing this, I don't want anymore younger siblings-" he covered his eyes and his face contorted into disgust as he started to fake vomit.
"well maybe if you knocked like normal people would, you wouldn't have needed to see that." [y/n] sassed as she flicked her sons forehead.
"and there won't be anymore children."
"hopefully."
"whatever." james pouted as he rubbed his forehead "are you coming with us?" his eyes lit up.
"you make it seem as if I'm never there."
"you basically aren't."
"yeah, you're always locked up in the study."
"no, I'm not."
"mum, you didn't even notice us interrupting you until remus started poking your face."
"shut it, you little bugger."
"let's head out before you start to strangle your eldest son."
the potter family left the house and harry apparated with minerva and james, whilst [y/n] took remus.
the children started to dry heave because of the nauseating process of this method of transportation, [y/n] and harry rubbed their backs in order to calm them a bit.
"now remember kids, no using magic and if you are going to, atleast make it very very subtle."
[y/n] snorted "you're one to talk, didn't you almost get expelled."
"that wasn't my fault."
"that's not what the minister thought." [y/n] teased and she took a hold of her children's hands, leading them into the place.
the restaurant, although not too fancy to not have a family come over, was not so basic as other family friendly restaurants. it seemed quite expensive. the tables were round and the overall theme of the shop was dark. the potters took their reserved table at the back of the restaurant.
"please don't make a mess." harry pleaded.
"no promises." the three musketeers responded.
"you're all so adorable." [y/n] pinched the cheek of her closest child.
"how may I help you?" the waitress asked, her eyes never leaving harry.
"can we um get the menus please." harry requested and the woman placed a menu infront of each of them.
"I'll come back after a few a moments, to see what you'd like to have." she smirked at [y/n]'s husband. [y/n]'s eyes went wide before she turned to her menu and decided to pick something out to eat.
'I'm probably just imagining things'
the woman chose a cheesy chicken alfredo, whilst harry picked carbonara pasta, the kids picked a mixture of lasagna, pizza and pasta.
"so what would you like to have?"
"i'd like to have order number 18." [y/n] said trying to make eye contact with the uninterested waitress.
"mhmm."
"what would those 3 chipmunks like to have?"
"number 13, 25 and 9"
"and you sir?"
"oh I'd like to have number 23."
"excellent taste."
'eXcelLenT tAsTe' [y/n] mocked and the children started to laugh at [y/n]'s facial expression as the waitress walked away with a sway in her hips.
"I don't like her." the woman said.
"[y/n], she's doing her job."
"last time I checked a waitresses' job was to eye the food like it's a five course meal, not my husband."
"you're being over dramatic, she was just acting friendly."
"friendly my arse, you oblivious bloke."
harry let out an exasperated sigh and was seriously thinking to start casting notice me not charms for the events that were most likely to occur.
the waitress returned with their plates, setting them on the table and then turned to harry for nth time "enjoy~" she sent a wink towards him.
"yeah, that's it-" [y/n] made an attempt to get up and harry had to hold her down in place while casting multiple charms.
"love, please calm down."
"minerva, give me some."
"no this is my food, eat your own."
"remus, leave my food alone."
"don't you dare fling that at me."
"you greedy pig!"
"hey stop that, you're making a mess!"
harry sighed and let his fingers rub circular motions on his forehead in an attempt to ease his headache.
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colossalcriminal · 13 hours ago
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Muggle Inventions
Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x Fem!Reader
Summary: Sirius and Y/N's first meeting at the astronomy tower.
Content warnings: Smoking, mentions of gambling, swearing. Reader is presumed to be in Gryffindor, but could be in any house. Takes place in their 6th year, it's stated that reader's family live in London, but her nationality isn't mentioned.
A short Harry Potter fic based on how I met someone last night.
Parties weren't a rare occurrence in the Gryffindor common room, with students such as James Potter and Sirius Black, the tower was never quiet during the weekends.
The astronomy tower wasn't a long walk away, anyone could make it across the courtyard within minutes. Y/N resisted any reaction to the piercing December cold, finding relief in the cigarette that rested between her fingers.
"Managed to sneak some in?"
She jumped ever so slightly at the unknown voice, turning to just about recognize the silhouette of a boy she saw often in the corridors. "Mhm."
He sat down beside her silently, taking the cigarette from her fingers, accepting her equally quiet offer and taking a long drag. "What brought you to Wormtail- sorry, Peter's party?"
"Ludo forced me to come."
"As in Ludo Bagman?" The young girl nodded, taking her puff back as they took turns going at it. "Quite a gambler he is."
"And he cheats." She added, eliciting a chuckle from the boy. "Your name?"
The Gryffindor was shocked, no one had asked him for his name in 5 years due to his ever growing fame within the halls of Hogwarts school as Sirius Black, notorious womanizer. He was certainly relieved that his playboy repertoire hadn't made it to the brain of the gorgeous girl next to him. "Sirius Black. It's very... old fashioned. Yours?"
"Y/N L/N. It's very..." She struggled with a word to describe herself.
"It's very you. As in, it suits you."
An intoxicated Mary Macdonald stumbled onto the balcony in a fit of cackles. "Hey, you guys!"
"Hi, Mary." Y/N smiled at her friend. "You alright there, darling?"
"Yeah, yeah. You guys good?"
Sirius nodded with a tight smile, and after much assurance, Mary had rejoined the party, leaving the pair and their cigarette alone once again. "Where do you live?"
"An odd question for someone you just met."
He laughed at her statement, the smallest hint of a smirk on her lips as she flicked the ash off of the smoke. "If you think about it, we do live in this castle together, we're roommates. Spouses, if we must."
Y/N shrugged. "Fair enough. I live in London, by Harrow on the Hill."
"Nice place?"
"It's alright, fucking boring. What about you?"
"I live with James, near here in Scotland." He declined the cigarette offer, watching as she took the last puff before stomping it out. "I'm hungry, we should go eat."
"Sure."
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emotionlesshoe · 2 months ago
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What it's like sleeping/cuddling with them...
Pairings: Golden/Lightning Era boys x reader Warnings: mentions of toxic masculinity, it's fluffy af Summary: it's in the title darling ;)
Harry Potter
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• Harry wants you to feel love and protected, even when you're sleeping, and so he would hold you close to him
• He would wait for you to be asleep to fall asleep himself, brushing any strands of hair that would fell on your face and kissing your forehead
• He wouldn't want to let go of you even if he was uncomfortable just because he likes having you in his arms
Ron Weasley
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• Ron is a HUGE cuddler, he would love to spend hours doing nothing and just cuddling with you
• When it comes to sleep, he's the same and would love to cuddle with you before and during the night
• He does like to be comfortable because he loves sleeping, but you on top of him is something that he likes, you're like his giant teddy bear
Draco Malfoy
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• Draco is needy, mainly because of a lack of affection growing up, but also because he needs to be sure you're still here and safe with him
• He wouldn't want to be the little spoon even when he truly needs it because of toxic masculinity, however he would love to hold you very close with his head into the crook of your neck
• Overall, he's very loving when it's just the two of you, but don't ever tell anyone that
Fred Weasley
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• This boy can't cuddle with you without tickling you at some point, it's impossible for him
• Fred is so cheeky and playful while cuddling with you, he would be gently caressing your face but when he reaches your neck it transforms into tickles immediately
• Of course sometimes he's more relax (but that's mainly when he's asleep)
George Weasley
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• George is a big cuddler just like his little brother, he would want to be in your arms 24/7
• He's also very playful and loves to have play fights with you, pillow fights and tickling sessions
• He loves to hold you tight at night, especially when you fall asleep before him, this man would just admire you and whisper sweet things to you even if you can't hear it
Neville Longbottom
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• Neville is the sweetest and purest soul out here, he would be soooo gentle with you, making sure you felt loved and safe with him
• I feel like he would try to keep you in his arms at night but would fail because I'm pretty sure he's an agitated sleeper
• He would also like to cuddle with you and just talk about everything, in those moments he would listen to you carefully and he would also express his own worries or talk about his parents
Cedric Diggory
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• Cedric is the type of cuddler that would hold you as close as he possibly can, almost suffocating you sometimes
• He would want to talk to you for hours all tangled up, asking you a bunch of questions, about your day, life in general, anything really
• Overall he's very sweet and gentle, especially when sleeping, he would always make sure you were covered up and that he made you feel his love
Dean Thomas
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• Dean wants you to feel loved and cared for, and he thinks that lithe only way to do that is showering you with little touches, cuddles and kisses
• His love language is definitely physical touch, that's why he loves cuddling and try to sleep with you every time he has the chance
• Definitely wants to be the big spoon and engulfs you in big hugs
Oliver Wood
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• Oliver is usually very busy with Quidditch and by the end of the day he's usually very tired, between classes and training
• That's why he cherishes the moments he can have with you alone, when he can finally relax and just be with you for a few hours
• He would fall asleep pretty easily but he would want to have you close to him
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letterstotheflre · 3 months ago
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jealousy, jealousy
summary: harry’s friends have a thing for his mom. james can't help but turn a little green in the eye.
warnings: none
word count: 1.1k
a/n: i've had this one in my drafts for a while and i thought why not post it?
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you finish putting the nachos in a bowl just as loud shouts come in from the living room. you shake your head as you listen to harry and his friend’s curse loudly, praying to god they don’t throw a controller at the wall like the last time.
you look at james, who’s leaning against the mantle next to you and holding back a laugh at your exasperated expression. “you know it’s gonna be you the one to fix it if they break something, right?”
he shrugs and tries to steal a few chips only to have you swat his hand, although it doesn’t deter him. “let them have their fun,” he says through a mouthful. “they’ll be back at school in a few days and then you’ll start crying ‘cause you miss the noise.”
embarrassment floods your cheeks, but you roll your eyes as though unaffected. “i do not cry, james.”
now he laughs loudly, remembering the night four months ago when he woke up to your sobs as you looked through pictures of harry on your phone.
he places his hand on the small of your back and pulls you closer. “sure you don’t, baby.”
you soak up his embrace before trying to change the subject, not content with james slight teasing. “i have to go to the store, can you pick me up in thirty minutes?”
he hums, watching as you add the sugar to the pitcher of lemonade and leaning down to press soft and wet kisses on the column of your neck, mumbling about how pretty and what a good housewife you are.
now you are sure your cheeks resemble the heat of a fire. “james,” you whisper while trying to pull away from him. “you can’t do that, the kids are right there.”
he grumbles and pouts like a child. he can kiss you whenever he damn wants to, he thinks, it’s his house and his wife, for fucks sake!
he doesn’t relent his silent tantrum until you kiss him properly, your lips moulding against his as though they were made for each other. you bite his lower lip and he groans lowly. “later,” you promise, then turn around and take the tray and the jug in your hands.
james stares as you make your way to the living room, the little sundress you’re wearing fluttering around you like water. what a fucking tease, he groans in his mind. but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“hi, boys!” you greet happily, your voice carrying back to the kitchen where james listens attentively. “i brought you some snacks in case you got hungry,” you lean down to place the items on the coffee table.
you don’t notice the way the weasley twins stare right at your ass, nor the glare that harry sends them.
“i have to go to the store, s’there anything you need, bubs?” you ask harry, smoothing down his hair even though you know it’s as uncontrollable as his father’s.
“no, mom. thank you,” he says with a smile.
you mumble an ‘okay’, then turn to make your way to the second floor to freshen up before going out into the heat.
seamus is about to open his mouth when you turn unexpectedly. six pairs of eyes stare at you as you put your hands on your hips. “please don’t break anything,” you beg lightly. “i don’t want to ask jamie to fix another hole in the wall.”
“can’t make any promises, mrs. potter,” jokes fred. he doesn’t know this, but your heart soars whenever someone addresses you as mrs. potter.
“don’t make me call your mother, fred,” you threaten without any fire. the boys know very well that you and james were never ones to snitch.
fred looks scandalised for a second before a smirk takes over his face. “how d’you know i’m fred? s’because i’m the handsome one, innit?”
james grits his teeth as he listens to the redhead flirt with his wife. you laugh, unknowingly making the hearts of all the males skip a beat. “whatever helps you sleep at night, fred," you say airily. "but according to hermione, it's george the heartthrob."
and then you’re gliding up the stairs, five boys staring hypnotised at the place where you stood.
“man,” whispers seamus. “your mom is so fucking hot, harry.”
“shut the fuck up, seamus,” grunts harry, angrily biting into a nacho.
george whistles lowly, then turns to his twin. “think she’ll give me a spanking if i break something?” the rest of the boys laugh, except for harry, who keeps eating angrily.
james is in a similar position, biting an apple with a little too much force. he hates that every time harry’s friends come over they always stare at you and even try to flirt. as if they couldn’t see the golden band around your finger or the way you always clung to james’s side.
he knows it’s stupid to be jealous of some horny teenagers, especially when he has you writhing under him almost every night, but he can’t help it. he keeps listening, torturing his mind as he makes a mental note of everything they say.
your footsteps make everyone quiet down, and you step into the kitchen to grab the grocery list. “remember, pick me up in half an hour,” you say to james, one finger pointing at him.
he nods and salutes you. “yes, ma’am.” you laugh and shake your head, blowing him a kiss as you make your way to the front door.
“bye harry, bye boys,” you call over your shoulder. a chorus of “bye, mrs. potter” is heard and you’re just about to turn the handle when james calls your name.
“y’forgot your phone, poppet,” he says as he hands it to you.
you curse under your breath and take it, “thank you, darling.” you kiss him lightly, only to have his fingers tangle themselves in your hair as he forces your mouth open with his tongue, letting it play with yours as he turns you into a little moaning mess.
you don’t realise that the kids have a perfect view of your display of affection, but james does, and to further make his point, his other hand goes to your ass and squeezes one cheek harshly.
seamus and dean avert their eyes back to the video game, harry distracting himself from hearing his parents… dote on each other by throwing food at ron. but fred and george keep watching, jaws clenched as they listen to how much you love your husband’s touch.
you pull away out of breath, eyes still closed as you kiss under his jaw. “mhm, love you, james.”
he stares straight at the twins, a smirk on his lips and gives them a little wink. “love you too, angel.”
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sluttyzucchini · a month ago
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Loose The Ropes
James Potter x Fem!Reader
summary: James wants to make his mummy feel good
warnings: smut, mummy kink, switch!James(mostly sub tho), vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, oral sex(male! and female! receiving), titty sucking, my English of course(i feel like i made some grammar mistakes that even my three grammar app missed it), lmk if there is anything I missed
A/N: special thanks to @morozovastarless for being my inspiration on this fic 💋
masterlist
+18 CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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“Put your hands on my hips.” You commanded the man below you as you snapped your hips to his. He obligated acquiescently, helping you to bounce on him harder. His brows were knitted firmly, his head was thrown back, mouth agape open.
“I – I – I’m so –” your lips curled upwards, seeing him stutter like that. So pretty and just for me.
“I know, baby,” you leaned onto him, not slowing your thrusts. “Me, too. Let’s cum together, alright?” He kissed you slow, and a broken moan fell from your lips, giving him access inside your mouth. His grip on your hips tightened, fastening your pace. Every time his cock reached your g-spot, the knot in your stomach was growing stronger.
“Mummy,” he groaned, his cock twitching inside you.
“I know it’s hard to hold, love,” you breathed, thumb caressing his cheek. “Just be a good boy for mummy,” his cock twitched again to your praise, whimpers fell from his mouth. His little whimpers were your favourite song, that you’ll never get bored of listening to. Your hand on his cheek moved down, caressing the sides of his neck. “D’you want mummy to squeeze it?” he nodded eagerly, meeting his teary eyes with yours. You didn’t want to push him more to talk, but you knew James; the moment you capitulate to him, he’ll presume on it. “Use your words, darling.”
“Can – can you, mummy? Squeeze – squeeze it.” You, as the lady you are, weren’t going to reject your boyfriend’s gentle wish. Your pussy clenched around him as your hand tightened its grip on his neck. James’s incoherent whimpers blended with the snapping sounds while your hips were meeting each other at a bruising pace. His pubic bone was brushing your clit perfectly. You threw your head back, a strangled moan tearing out of your throat.
“Jamie,” you looked down at him, breathless. He removed his eyes from your breasts, a hopeful aspect in his eyes. “Cum for me, baby.”
With a few grunts spilling out of his mouth, you felt his cum painting your insides. His twitches and hot cum milking inside you drew you to the edge. Your hand on his throat tightened as your eyes went black a powerful orgasm washed over you.
James watched you with a submissive bliss in his eyes as you rode both your orgasms. He loved watching you cum, he loved knowing it’s him making you reach your climax. However, he wanted to do more to make you feel good. He knew you love being in control, but if you gave him one chance, just one chance to –
“You okay, love?” your breathless voice brought him back to your bed. Your head buried into a pillow, a hand slowly stroking his cheek. You lifted your head, eyes meeting his teary ones. “I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”
He shook his head, smiling widely. “C’mere.” you pulled him into your chest, hugging gently. Your hands brushing his curls with awe. “Wanna take a shower?” He bit his lip, shyly looking up to you. You held back your laugh. “What?”
“Can I – uhh,” he hid his face between your breasts. He was so sweet right now, you wanted to keep him there until he’s breathless. Not that he’ll mind, though, he loves that. “Ask you something, mummy,” he mumbled.
Your hands continued their job on his hair as you placed a small kiss on his head. “Of course you can, Jamie.” You felt his lips curled on your breast.
“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked, resting his cheek on your shoulder. You nodded, waiting to see where this goes. “And – And how much I love making you feel good.” He waited for your approval. You brushed your nose to his, humming. “And I know you like – and I know you love being the one in control, I love it, too.” He changed his position, now sitting beside you, his hands soothing your arm. “I just heard that – that Moony and Pads were –”
“Ah, Them again!” You snapped, those two were always trying to dissuade James with their stupid ideas. ‘You’re the man, mate. Take the ropes in your hands.’ But James wasn’t like them, you knew it. His little mind was getting fuzzy sometimes, that’s all.
“Just listen mummy, please. Haven’t I been a good boy?” with the way he pouted his lip, how can you resist him, really? You lifted yourself, just to stand on your elbows. “I just want you to relax a bit, I – I want you to – uh,” he stuttered as his cheek turned to the sweetest shade of red. “I want you to let me spoil you, mummy, please,” he whispered, hiding his face.
“Oh, James,” you laughed, pulling him to yourself. “Y’don’t need to feel that way.” You got on top of him with a swift movement. “I’m the one who’s supposed to spoil you. Aren’t you happy with that?” you peppered his face with soft kisses as he nodded, hands stroking your thighs with a half-smile on his face.
Your lips trailed down his neck, biting that soft spot just enough to make James whine. You giggled through his ear.“Let’s take a shower now, huh?”
“I’m–” you furrowed your brows, putting your hands on both sides of him. He glanced away. “I got a Quidditch practise, can’t be late, y’know.”
– – –
A few weeks later, you were sitting in the common room when Lily and Marlene came near. You were studying for the end of year exams; books and rolls of parchments sprawled all over the table, a half cup of coffee forgotten at the corner hours ago, your eyebags were as black as the ink stain on your shirt.
Marlene squawked. “End of year exams! That’s not like in a month!”
“Time flies fast.”
“You know how much I appreciate your tenacity but Marls is right,” said Lily with a concerned demeanour on her face. You shrugged, hands rubbing your eyes. “You need to relax.” she urged. You sighed, leaning back on your chair. They might be right.
Marlene nodded at Lily’s words, sitting beside you.“Tell me, sweetie,” she hung her arm around your shoulders. “when was the last time you and James had sex?”
“Marlene!” Lily shouted as she settled the chair on your opposite. “You can’t ask these things to people. It’s inappropriate.”
“What? We’re two friends chatting here.”
You laughed,“‘s alright Lils,” your eyes looking for James. He was sitting beside the fireplace with the rest of the Marauders. He took a sip from his drink whilst listening to Sirius with a wide smile and a mischievous spark in his eyes. They must be planning a new prank. Your lips curled upwards, his longing hitting your heart.
“Oi! I didn’t say that to go fuck him now,” Marlene snapped her hand in front of your face. “Though he’s all yours after tomorrow.”
You looked at her puzzled. “Why is that?”
“Don’t tell me you forgot.” When you remained silent with a blank face, Lily pressed her lips to each other. Marlene’s hands went up to her chest, shaking her head in disbelief. “The Quidditch match, tomorrow.”
“It’s the most important game of the year. If we win this, it’s guaranteed that we’ll be the champion this year.” Lily informed you.
Your head fell on the table, hitting your forehead steadily. “Shit, shit, shit.” You were so focused on yourself you didn’t even realise that you were ignoring James. The memories of him talking about the game and you slurred over him filling your mind, torturing you viciously. At first, you thought he was using Quidditch as an excuse to not hang out with you, so gave him the space he wanted. Then noticing how much you abandoned the lessons, you gave your priority to them. Poor James, knowing how much of a high achiever you’re, probably didn’t want to bother you.
Without losing more time, you found yourself next to your boyfriend. You hugged him from behind, massaging his shoulders as you trailed kisses down his jawline. He threw his head back, breath hitching with every touch of yours. “What is this for?” he asked with a sheepish smile on his face.
“Just wanted to say good luck to my star player.” You kissed the side of his mouth before settling beside him. He rested his hands at the sides of your waist, eyes twinkling to yours.
“Are you going to come to the match?” And you wanted to hex yourself until you’re paralysed at that moment.
“Of course I will,” you said, thumb drawing little circles on his leg, your other fingers wandering upwards ever slightly. “I know this match is important,” you pressed your hand on his leg, which was millimetres away from his crotch. “And I know how nervous you are before important matches,” leaning on his ear, you whispered, “luckily, I also know how to appease you.”
“You do?” he breathed the sweet red of shyness painting his cheeks and neck.
You gently bit his earlobe. “Don’t I?”
“You do.” he nodded, pressing his lips not to make a noise every time your fingers traced his hardening cock through the fabric of his pants.
“Oi! Go get a room!” Sirius threw a pillow towards you two.
“Do not get a room!” Marlene yelled across the room, interrupting her flirt with the tall Gryffindor.
You interlocked your fingers with James’, grinning at Marlene. “For the first time in his life, Black’s right, Marls.” Sirius rolled his eyes steeply.
“Don’t tire him,” you heard Marlene’s fed-up voice before turning to the stairs of the boys' dormitory.
“Back off, McKinnon.” James hissed.
You let out a little laughter, closing the door behind you. Trapping James between you and the door, you let your hands wander under his shirt with feather touches. His breath hitched, his needy eyes looking at you widely. Just his look was enough to make an arousal pool in your knickers. “Tell me, love. What do you want?”
His brows knitted. “What do I want?”
“Yes, baby,” you started to unbutton his shirt. “You’ve been such a good boy f’me, you deserve an award.” squeezing his abs slightly, you kissed his bare chest. “Don’t you think so?”
“Yeah, yeah. I was a good boy,” he propped his head to the door, thinking whilst you moved from his chest to collarbone; kissing, sucking and biting as those sweet little whines fell from his mouth. “Your good boy.”
You hummed. “My good boy.” You reached to his belt, unbuckling it fastly. Holding the waistband of his pants and underwear, you pulled them down as you kneeled and faced his already erected cock. Your mouth watered at the sight of the precum gathered on his tip.
“I – I thought I was deciding what we're doing.” You lifted your head to look up to James. He looked like he was having trouble looking at you while his cock was inches away from your face. You stuck your tongue out, licking the precum from his tip, your eyes glued to his.
“So y’ don't want this?” your mouth closed around his hard cock, sucking the tip slowly, amusing yourself with the taste. He shook his head while he tried to control himself from moaning. You dropped his cock with a 'pop'. Rising to your feet, you eyed James concernedly. “What do you want, Jamie?”
He pulled you into a kiss. His lips were corrupting yours hungrier than before. “Wanna – wanna taste you, mummy,” he said, breathless. His eyes were darkened with lust. You’ve seen James horny before but this – this was different. He grabbed you by the waist when you nodded, legs wrapping around him. And he attacked your neck.
“Jamie,” you moaned loudly when he bit your neck harshly.
“Sorry, mummy,” he mumbled without removing his lips from your neck. He got rid of his pants while walking through the bed. You were too lost in pleasure with his new actions. His hands groping your ass, teeth leaving marks on your neck, his cock slapping your thigh in every step. He flopped you to the bed, a mewl falling from your lips. “Wait here,” he grumbled, moving to his closet.
You sat on the bed, obligating him as he told you so. He was violent, yes. And you were surprised. But the thing that surprised you the most was that you actually liked it. You were so used to James being a whiny greedy little boy, it made you forget how strong and big he is.
James returned a few minutes later, hands filled with pillows, a cute grin spread on his face. “Gonna make you all comfortable, first.” His smile was infectious. He wrapped the pillows all around you, plumping them up as he did so. “You look tired, mummy.” his hands stroked your face, worshipping it.
You scrunched your face, “I know I look hor–”
James shushed you, pressing lips to yours. “Just relax,” jogging you through the pillows, he unbuttoned your shirt, exposing more of your skin. “Lemme be a good boy and take care of you.” You whined at his words. He kissed your collarbone, down to your chest. He cupped your breasts, which were covered with his favourite lacy bra, burying his face between them.
“I love these girls,” he uttered hoarsely. Your chuckle turned into a gasp when he nipped one of them. His hands skillfully got rid of your bra, mouth attaching your nipple. He rolled his tongue over your hardening bundle, sucking and kissing it as he hummed to himself. Of course, he didn’t leave your other breast uninterested. Kneading, pinching, squeezing… Your head was thrown back, too lost in pleasure. You tug your hands on his curls, pushing down. James looked up to you before switching between your breasts.
“You okay, mummy?”
“Yeah, yeah – Jamie, keep goin’.”
After he made sure he gave an equal interest to both breasts, he moved through your lower abdomen. He patted your thigh, guiding you to lift your hip. Obeying him, you let him take off your skirt and panties. He inhaled the smell of your soaked panties. “S’good. Can’t wait to taste you, mummy.” he trailed kisses from your knee to inner thighs, avoiding where you ached the most.
You whimpered, bucking your hips through his face. “Stop teasing, James!”
“Okay, okay,” he giggled, pressing your hips down. His index finger spreading your slick around your pussy lips, while he watched you gasp loudly with tantalising eyes. Your head was buried under pillows, trying to muffle your moans.
Your cunt clenched around nothing when James started to suck your engorged clit, thighs closing around his ears, making it hard for him to hear your pretty moans. But Merlin, he was so drunk on your sweet juices, he didn’t even mind it. Just kept licking and sucking your slobbering pussy, his tongue pumping in and out.
You cried out his name over and over again, stepping closer to your orgasm with every manoeuvre of his skilled tongue. “Cum f’me, love,” he mumbled against your pulsing sex.
The strongest orgasm washed over your body; it shook, twitched, spasmed as profanities left your hanging open mouth. Your grip on the sheets became looser and your blurry vision returned to normal whilst James’ mouth was working hard to drink every drop of your cum.
“Woah, my ears are ringing,” he grinned, flopping himself near you. A blissed smile was placed on your face, hand wiping the drool on the corner of his mouth. He kissed your hand, that awesome grin clinging on his face. “We should do it more often.”
You nodded. “Definitely,” your hand moved through his chest, running along the curves. “You had some hidden gems in there.”
He giggled to your praise, cheeks glowing red. You pecked a kiss on his lips, hand reaching down his lower abdomen. His softened cock welcomed you down there.
“Uhm,” he hid his face at the crook of your neck. “I might've came while eating you out.”
“So,” you laughed mouthfully, “can’t you handle a second round?”
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harrypotter-imaginees · a day ago
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You doing Draco’s eyeliner (Draco x Reader)
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SUMMARY ➠ Y/n wants to do Dracos eyeliner
WORD COUNT ➠ 248
You walked into Draco dorm. He was sitting on his bed doing homework. You walked up to him and looked at him. He turned his head and asked „Hey darling everything ok?“
„Yess everything is ok, but I have one question“ he looked on your eyes, and you continued „C-can I do your eyeliner?“ „Darling we already talked about that. You're not going to do that“ „Please please please just once!!!“ He sights and said „Alright just once but no photos“ „yayyy“ he smiled at you.
You ran up to him and pecked him on the lips. You grab his homework and threw it on the ground. After that, you straddled him and grant your eyeliner. „I think I like where that is going“ he said and grant your waist. You just rolled your eyes and started.
After ten minutes of Draco complaining, you were finally done. You grab his wrist and pulled him into the bathroom. „Y/n I don't want to see it. It won’t even look that god. You wasted my ti-„ You shoved his face in front of the mirror.
He just looked at himself and couldn’t speak. „What do you think“ you ask. He really loved it, but he wouldn’t tell you that. „It's fine“ he said and walked out of the room. You walked after him „Your right. It still looks better on me“ you said and smiled at him. You knew that he loved it but wanted to tease him.
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messers-moony · a month ago
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Accusations 2 | R.L
Paring: Young!Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader, Eventual Regulus Black X Fem!Reader
Summary: Sirius and Remus come to the wrong conclusion that changes someone’s life forever.
Word Count: 5.4K
Inspiration: Click
It had been years since Y/n had any human contact. She became malnourished and curled onto herself often. This became a habit once she learned that her brother had died. The Minister had been lousy with his Daily Prophet, and Y/n managed to snatch it up. Azkaban taught her skills she’d never thought she’d need, like pickpocketing. 
It had been seven years before someone came to get her in the cell. Y/n didn’t know the guards by name and didn’t care to know them. The male guard with amber eyes and black hair led her to a port key. He didn’t say where he was taking her, but his name tag read Jenkins. Mr.Jenkins and Y/n touched the port key. They had been apparated to the Ministry. 
They got into the lift, and it brought them down to the courtroom. Y/n shivered at the cold and dry air of the hallway. She stood unmoving, but Mr.Jenkins pulled her by the chains making her walk forward. The courtroom was circular, and she was ordered to sit in the middle of the room. The new Minister of Magic stood at the podium - Cornelius Fudge. The jury stood behind him. 
“Today, on December 12, 1988, we will go over the case of Y/n Potter.” Fudge informed, “She was twin sister to James Potter, daughter of Euphemia and Fleamont. Also known to be in a relationship with Remus Lupin, a werewolf who got bitten by Fenrir Grayback at the age of four.”
A woman with a blonde bob hair cut raised her hand, “Excuse me, Minister, but Ms.Potter has been in Azkaban for seven years. Why are we going over her case now?”
A new voice boomed, confident, assuring, “I am.” 
Y/n turned to be face to face with someone she thought was dead. His face was sullen and deathly pale. His eyes were sunk into his face. His once pink freckles turned a shade of brown beneath his eyes. His eyes were beautiful graphite, and his body was defined like Achilles's. He looked like a god. There was only one family that looked like gods. 
“Regulus Black, son of Walburga and Orion Black, brother to Sirius Black.” Fudge introduced.
A man with shaggy red hair interjected, “And how is he credible? He was a Death Eater!”
“Pardon me, sir.” That voice, so smooth and confident, “I proved my disloyalty to the Dark Lord when I found out his secret, which I disclosed with the Minister.”
The man leaned back and made a ‘hmph’ sound. Regulus could feel a smirk wanting to grow on his chapped lips. He hadn’t felt this smug in a long time. He had tried to tame his appearance best he could. His wavy, black locks down to his jaw, which was sharper than a knife. He put on his best dress robes, the same robes from Walburga’s funeral he attended in secret. 
“Now, let’s begin, shall we?” The jury made a noise of agreement, “Mr.Black, you may go on.”
Regulus stood in front of Y/n, “First, I’d like to speak about how she is the twin sister to James Potter. I do not believe that a sibling would betray another.” 
“Objection!” A man yelled, “Sirius has betrayed you before. Your point doesn’t stand.”
“Sirius has never harmed me in any way. All of our duels were for show and never meant to harm another. We’ve only ever used safe spells.” Regulus countered, “My point still stands. Y/n Potter would never hurt her twin.”
“May I also continue that Peter Pettigrew has been confirmed the traitor.” Merlin, smirking, would’ve felt so good, “If this is the conclusion, why is Ms.Potter still in Azkaban?”
Fudge stroked his beard, “Dumbledores orders.”
“And these orders are?”
“She is dangerous and uncontrollable.”
Regulus stared deeply into the baby blue eyes of Cornelius Fudge, “Evidence?”
“I’m afraid we don’t have any, Mr.Black.”
“Then I believe you have been holding Ms.Potter hostage for no reason.” Regulus stated confidently, “And without and verified reason; the Ministry can get into great trouble.”
Fudge glared at the Black brother, “I believe this meeting needs a vote.”
“All in favor of sending Ms.Potter back to Azkaban for being dangerous and unpredictable.”
Twenty hands got raised. 
“All in favor of allowing Ms.Potters exit of Azkaban.”
Over fifty hands raised. 
Regulus smiled at his victory. Fudge hit the gavel onto the podium, “Ms.Potter will be released from Azkaban on December 12, 1988, at 12:47 pm.”
Mr.Jenkins moved his hands, and the shackles fell free. Y/n rubbed her wrists, and it felt good to be able to move freely finally. Regulus walked towards her with a wooden item in his hand. He was taller than her by many inches, and she could’ve sworn that Sirius was never this handsome. Y/n looked a right mess, hair askew, eyes tired and swollen. 
“I believe this is yours, madam.” Regulus handed over her wand. 
Gently, Y/n took her wand from his hand. Their hands brushed ever so slightly. His hands were soft and warm, utterly different than Remus’. His hands were always rough and ice cold. Regulus smiled at Y/n’s expression of happiness. She could see the dimples in his cheeks and the color flowing to the apples of them. His freckles looked so much more beautiful up close. They looked like constellations. 
Maybe it was Y/n’s lousy memory, but she couldn’t remember Regulus ever looking this handsome before. Sirius always talked about being the better-looking sibling, and she never thought twice. But now, standing only three feet away from the younger Black brother, she had to disagree. Regulus had ambition and smugness swirling in his grey irises. His eyebrows were arched in a way of victory, and his lips had a slight curve at the edges. Everything about him screamed elegant and beautiful. Y/n felt out of place standing beside such a graceful being. 
The next day her freedom was all over the Daily Prophet. Remus could remember the owl tapping at the kitchen window while making his tea. He smiled crookedly at the owl and opened the window. A nice dry breeze swept his hair back, and Remus took the paper gratefully. Before letting the owl fly away, he tossed it a sickle. The owl hooted in thanks and flew away. The window closed with a slam. 
Remus sat at the kitchen table with a cup of tea and paper in hand. However, the tea quickly fell onto the carpeted ground of the flat, and the moving picture on the front of the Daily Prophet made him freeze. It was Y/n sitting in the middle of the courtroom, tousled hair and all. The oversized grey and white striped jumpsuit, the glazed eyes, and the malnourished-looking body. The paper didn’t say exactly who had defended her case, just that it was someone trustworthy to the Ministry. 
Sirius woke up moments later. The Prophet left out on the table, and the tea cleaned up. Remus appeared to be missing from the house. Sirius stretched his arms, his shirt trailing up a bit when he saw the front of the paper. He stopped mid-stretch and just gazed at the woman on the front page. She appeared to be unmoving, but Sirius could see the Minister hitting the gavel on the podium in front of her. He watched a smile take over her features. 
It used to be a smile of comfort, but now it made his stomach churn. Suddenly he wanted to run to the bathroom and throw up every bit of acid in his stomach. He wanted to Oblivate his mind into forgetting what he and Remus had done seven years ago. It was a mistake, and they learned that a month later, but Sirius knew more than anything that it was an unforgivable mistake. Y/n would never forgive them. 
After seeing the Prophet, Remus had apparated to London. He sped walked through people trying to find the red telephone booth to take him to the Ministry. He had never moved this fast in his life after almost missing a job interview that he really needed. After minutes of very slow Muggles, he made it. The telephone booth took him down in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. It wasn’t long before he found an official at the Ministry. 
“Ma’am!” He called, and she turned, “Do you know where Y/n Potter is?"
The woman scrunched her face up, “No, I do not.”
“Does anyone in the Ministry know?”
“Why would we keep track?” The woman questioned, “The residency of a wizard or witch is not for the Ministry to keep track of.”
Remus flushed, of course, privacy. “Sorry, ma’am. Its just-“
“You were her boyfriend.” She cut off, “Remus Lupin isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Remus put his hand out, and she eyed it with distaste.
“Well, it was good to meet you, but I must be off.”
“Yes, of course.” Remus scratched his neck after being left hanging. 
After being released, Y/n wasn’t sure where to go. Regulus offered to stay at his home. It was a lovely home in the middle of nowhere. He said it had to be so no one could find him, specifically people who thought he was dead. His house was two-story with cherry blossoms all around the property. The driveway was stone and perfectly clean. The house was a faint grey with dark brown accents. The inside smelt like teakwood mahogany. It was a peculiar smell, but it felt so Regulus. 
The house was furnished and painted wonderfully. It was a mix of neutrals and dark furniture, but it wasn’t depressing. It felt light and comforting despite its dark appearance. The carpet in the living room felt pleasant beneath her feet after standing on the concrete for so long. When they apparated outside, Regulus allowed her in first, and he took off his coat, placing it on the rack beside the door. He slipped off his shoes and motioned for Y/n to do the same. She slipped off the boots allowing her moth-eaten socks to hit the flooring in the hallway. 
Regulus made his way to the kitchen immediately after. Y/n suspected it was to make tea or something to eat. To avoid small talk, she walked around the estate. Everything was clean, and no aspect of dust on any of the belongings. In some of the rooms had pictures of the Black family. One picture was of Andromeda and Ted Tonks’ wedding. Another image was of Narcissa and Regulus laughing at something holding champagne. The third picture made her heart melt. It was one of Regulus and Sirius. Sirius had his arms around his brother, holding him close to his chest. It appeared to be taken sometime during Regulus’ first year. 
“Y/n?” Regulus' voice echoed, “Do you want some tea?”
“Sure.”
Without thinking, her feet led her to the kitchen. It was glorious. The flooring was grey wood, cabinets dark oak wood, and sage walls. Regulus handed her a white mug with tea, little milk, and one sugar. She took a sip and was surprised it was exactly how she liked it. Y/n had forgotten how she took her tea. It was a minor memory Azkaban ripped from the vault inside her brain. He smiled softly at her look of remembrance. 
“I- um- I remembered from our time at Hogwarts.” Regulus admitted, a soft shade of pink appearing on the apples of his cheeks, “I used to watch Sirius from the Slytherin table, and since you sat beside him, I just remembered over time.” 
Y/n placed the mug gently onto the graphite countertop, “In all fairness, I forgot how I took my tea.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, how much do you remember?”
“I remember all the important things.” Y/n answered shortly, “Like being held at wand point by Remus and Sirius. I remember James, everything about him. My mum and dad.”
Regulus went to hold her hand, but she flinched, and he recoiled, “Sorry,” She apologized and took his hand.
“No need to be sorry.” His thumb rubbed the back of her palm, “I understand this will be hard, and I want to help you.”
“Why?”
“Why?” Y/n nodded, “Because you deserve to be free and live how you should’ve. It’s wrong that it was taken from you.”
Regulus’ words melted her heart, and Y/n found herself wishing that she could hug him, “My mum is dead, isn’t she?” 
“Yeah,” Regulus said softly, “Died in her sleep, peacefully only a week after your sentence.”
Y/n swallowed another sip of tea to force the tears away, “How old is Harry?”
“He’s eight.” 
“Where does he live?”
“Lily’s sister's house.” Regulus replied, “Dumbledores orders.”
Y/n scoffed, and Regulus tightened his grip just a little bit, “He’s such a bastard.”
“Tell me about it.” Regulus chuckled, taking a sip of tea; after placing it down, he continued, “He made me fake my death.”
“Why?”
“Because I found something out about the Dark Lord. Dumbledore didn’t want the Dark Lord coming for me after.” Regulus explained, “So I faked my death and moved into the middle of nowhere.”
She smiled softly, “Your house is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Regulus smiled, fully this time, dimples and all, “I always had better style.”
Y/n laughed for the first time in seven years. Regulus found himself staring in awe as her face creased with laughter. He noticed her cheekbones getting defined, how her hair got tossed back when she laughed, the curl of her lips. Despite years in prison, Regulus still thought she was the prettiest girl in the world. He felt so happy, so accomplished that she blessed him with this sound. He found himself replacing his happiest memory with this one. This, Regulus thought, this is my happiest memory. At this moment, he felt like he could perform the best Patronus, and truth be told, Regulus was never good at the Patronus Charm. 
When she recovered, all Regulus wanted to do was make her laugh again, “Thank you for letting me stay with you.”
“Of course.” He replied like it was nothing; in all honesty, it was, “There’s a bedroom upstairs on the right prepared for you with a bathroom. It’s yours till you’re ready. If you wanted to wash up and begin your life again.”
“Yeah,” Y/n had a relieving smile on her face, “That sounds wonderful.”
The mug on the counter left forgotten Y/n traveled up the stairs. The upstairs was just as beautiful as the ground floor. The room she was given was gorgeous, and Y/n found herself never wanting to leave. The room was a pine color. The bed had grey sheets. The furniture was black. The flooring expanded upstairs, still the same grey wood. This room smelt of a forest. It was calming and made her never want to leave. 
Nonetheless, Y/n got undressed and got into the shower. The shower had been stocked with body wash, shampoo, conditioner, and other hygienic needs. The products smelt expensive, but it felt terrific to be adequately cleaned. In Azkaban, that was rare. Usually, the guards rushed the prisoners in and out of the shower. After the shower, she looked in the dresser to find some old Slytherin sweatpants and a black t-shirt. She put the clothes on and went to bed. 
Living with Regulus was something Y/n could’ve never imagined. In honesty, it wasn’t all that bad. She actually enjoyed it. It turns out that Regulus is just as charming and funny as his older brother. He was also quick-witted like Remus and twice as bright. Not to mention his youthful energy at times that made Y/n think of James. Back at Hogwarts, you’d never catch cold Regulus Black stuffing his face with marshmallows doing the ‘Chubby Bunny’ challenge with Y/n Potter. 
Y/n wasn’t sure when it happened, but she found herself slowly falling in love with him. It wasn’t because he was the only one around because she had gotten a job at Hogwarts teaching History of Magic. She met many people in her two years at Hogwarts, but her favorite was the summer holidays. It meant more days hanging out with Regulus. But after two years of living together, she adored everything about him. 
His elegance was magnifying. She fell in love with the way he made breakfast every morning, no matter what. How he took his tea - no sugar, splash of milk. He refused to drink tea or coffee out of anything but the mug Andromeda sent him for his birthday after he supposedly ‘died’. She bought the gift before the accident and wanted to send it to him anyway. Y/n fell in love with how he adored his cat because, yes, Regulus Black owned a cat and her name was Lynx. Y/n got introduced to her only hours into living in the house. 
Lynx was a black cat with blue eyes. She was Regulus’ pride and joy. On holidays Lynx would be dressed up in tiny sweaters, and Regulus swore it was so she didn’t get cold. On Y/n’s first Valentine's Day after Azkaban, she found chocolate and flowers on the kitchen island for her. They were HoneyDukes finest chocolate and beautiful lavender roses. Regulus adored the blush that appeared on her cheeks. 
The summer before Y/n had to go back to Hogwarts for her third year of teaching; Regulus asked her out on their first date. Regulus had been incredibly nervous and shy. They had been watching a movie on the couch together; his arm laid lazily around her shoulders when he realized he wanted this forever. He had said it so quietly Y/n had to make him repeat it. But she accepted immediately. 
Before leaving for Hogwarts that year, they began dating. It was new, but it was nice. Y/n hadn’t dated anyone since Remus, who she was completely over. Regulus was a completely different experience. Regulus was fun but serious, nice but mean, smart but stupid, but most importantly, he was loving and caring. Regulus did everything he could to show his love and affection for his new girlfriend. 
On the first day back at Hogwarts, Y/n had come early to set up her classroom. When she appeared at the feast, Y/n saw all the new first years and made eye contact with glittering green eyes. She took her seat at the end of the table. Y/n stared intently at the group of anxious first years as Minvera McGonagall - the Transfiguration Professor - set up the sorting hat ceremony. Multiple names got called, but Y/n had been focusing on one little boy in particular. 
“Potter, Harry!” 
The little eleven-year-old boy took hesitant steps to the stool. He stepped up on the wooden chair, and it allowed Y/n to stare freely. He had messy brunet hair and a defined child face like James but held Lily’s eyes. Harry was lanky like James, but Y/n knew it’d turn into muscle eventually as it had on James back in sixth year. The hat sat on Harry’s head for a little over a minute before calling out the house everyone knew he’d be sorted in. 
“GRYFFINDOR!”
Y/n allowed a big smile to take over her face as her nephew raced to the Gryffindor table. Harry got many pats, and a warm welcome like everyone knew he would. After the sorting and the feast, Dumbledore began to speak. He warned about the third story corridor and Mr. Filch that Y/n still held a grudge against. Mr. Filch was the worst ‘caretaker’ ever and was just a grumpy old man asking for pranks which the Weasley twins had done. 
Professor Dumbledore introduced each teacher, “For the introduction of our teachers for the 1991-1992 year goes as follows: Professor McGonagall of Transfiguration, Professor Snape of Potions, Professor Quirrell of Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Sprout of Herbology, Professor Vector of Arithmancy, Professor Sinistra of Astronomy, Professor Flitwick of Charms, Professor Trelawney of Divination, Professor Babbling of Ancient Ruins, Professor Kettleburn of Care of Magical Creatures, and finally Professor Potter of History of Magic.”
Harry stopped in his tracks at the last name Potter. He turned to look at the woman with h/c hair and e/c eyes. If he looked close enough, he could see similarities in them both, but he didn’t look too hard. Her smile was beautiful, Harry thought, I wonder if dad had the same smile. 
On Monday, at 10:30 am, Y/n was ready for her first year with Gryffindor and Slytherins. She allowed her students to pick where they wanted to sit and gave them ten minutes of free time to befriend the person beside them. This was her third time doing this activity, and it usually went smoothly. Sometimes kids need to socialize, and most classes don’t allow it. Like every teacher, she began with an introduction of herself and the subject.
“Hello, class!” Her voice was cheerful and welcoming, “My name is Y/n Potter or Professor Potter, whichever you prefer to call me. I’ve been teaching History of Magic for three years now, and I know this subject is usually a boring one, but I try to make it as intriguing as possible. In this course, we cover multiple wars and important people of our history like Nicholas Flamel.”
People looked thoroughly interested, “I was in Gryffindor in my years at Hogwarts, so I do know the rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin, so I do hope we don’t run into any issues. My Ravenclaw and Hufflepuffs did beautifully this morning. Today we won’t go over any content. I’ll leave the rest of class to ask me questions or get to know your peers. However, tomorrow we will begin, so please come to class prepared.”
Harry always thought of himself to be relatively curious, but despite this woman sharing his last name, he didn’t ask. The wound was still fresh after being lied to by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon about the truth of his parent's death. Harry thought that rubbing salt on the new cut would do more harm than good.
Everything ran smoothly for Y/n’s first and second year teaching Harry. The summer going into third year Regulus and her got more serious about their relationship. At that point, they had been going out for just over three years, and Regulus couldn’t have been happier. He felt so elated. His shoulders were no longer to his jaw, and his muscles relaxed.
But being kept in seclusion was eating up at him now. He wanted to see Sirius and Andromeda, maybe meet his little cousin Nymphadora that he had heard about. There was no use in going back to Grimmauld Place. Walburga and Orion were dead, much to Regulus’ glee. Despite being so happy with Y/n, Regulus always felt like a part of him was missing.
Y/n would see it in his eyes as he drifted off from reading the Daily Prophet at the kitchen island. His stone eyes held longing and yearning for his elder brother to place an end to the craving he’d been having for years. It was getting tiring, and Y/n could see how restless Regulus was getting. While he worked most of the week at a Muggle job, he still wished to be an average person in the Wizarding community.
A week before the new term started, Regulus and Y/n flooed into Hogwarts. Her office was clean and void of any dust. It held bookshelves - many of them - and notebooks laid askew on the wooden desk. There were many red accents that Regulus had grown to love despite being in a separate house. Gryffindor pride was one thing Azkaban couldn’t even take away.
Y/n took his hand in hers, and they began their walk to Albus Dumbledore’s office. No one was inside the castle walls this early in the term than Dumbledore. They approached the Phoenix and spoke the password ‘Lemon Drops’. The Phoenix spun, allowing the stairs to appear. They both knocked at the door, and it opened with a flick of Dumbledore’s hand.
They were greeted with a small smile and half-moon spectacles, “Professor Potter and Mr.Black, what a surprise.”
Regulus smiled tightly and gripped Y/n’s newly ringed hand, “Or it seems I should be calling you Professor Black?”
“No, sir,” Y/n replied, “Potter works just fine.”
Truth be told, Regulus had only proposed a month ago, and he didn’t want it spreading, “That’s not why we’re here.”
“By all means, take a seat.” Dumbledore gestured to the seats in front of his desk that they took gratefully, “May I offer a lemon drop?”
“No, thank you.” Regulus grimaced, “I’d like to speak with you about my death.”
“Well, I suppose this was going to come up soon enough.”
“I’d like to have a presence in the Wizarding community again.” Regulus continued, “I’d like to be able to see my brother again. Along with my cousins.”
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, “Do you believe it is wise to do so?”
“Pardon?”
“I don’t know if you haven’t been reading the news, but Lord Voldemort is on the rise again.” Dumbledore explained, “He’ll know if your disloyalty and you’ll be the first he comes after.”
Regulus had a look of fear on his face before replying, “I’ll be under the protection of the Order of the Phoenix. Wouldn’t that be enough?”
“Perhaps.” He shrugged, “But by making an appearance again, not only will it shock the world, but it’ll put a target on your back. Not to mention a bigger target on Ms.Potter’s back.”
“I’m capable of handling it myself.” Y/n quipped, “If Regulus wants to be free again, he should be allowed to be, free of any guilt as well. Being trapped isn’t a feeling. He’s been trapped for much too long.”
“Fifteen years.” Regulus said monotone, “I’ve been in seclusion for fifteen years.”
Dumbledore allowed a slight smile to grace his features, “By all means, Regulus, the world is yours.”
The meeting came to a close, and they both retreated into Y/n’s office. He flopped down onto an armchair in her office while she swiveled in her desk chair. Regulus’ hair had progressively gotten more tousled as he thought about everything said in the meeting. He was quiet while he thought, allowing Y/n to tidy up her desk.
Regulus had gone thirty minutes quietly mulling over everything when he finally spoke, “I think I’m going to do it.”
“Good.” Y/n said without a second thought, “Maybe then you can become a writer for the Daily Prophet like you’ve always dreamed.”
“Or the Quibbler.” Regulus added, “Mr.Lovegood writes some good stories.”
Y/n chuckled as she sorted through her quills, “I remember him from our Hogwarts days. Always a bit strange, he was, sweet though.”
“Yeah,” Regulus sighed, “I suppose I didn’t really get close with anyone who isn’t in Azkaban right now or a death eater.”
“Hey,” Regulus turned to look at Y/n, “After this announcement, everything will be okay. You’ll get to see Dora and Andromeda again.”
Regulus noticed how she didn’t say anything about Sirius as she went back to organizing her desk. He didn’t want to keep bringing it up, but he wanted a relationship with his older brother now that their parents weren’t in the way. Regulus stood up from the armchair and took her hands into his. Gently he stood up with her. They began swaying back and forth to no music.
“I know I keep bringing this up, and I’m sorry.” Regulus began, “But I’d like a relationship with my brother. And it seems selfish of me to ask you to be okay with it.”
Y/n didn’t say anything, so he went on, “I’m aware that Sirius put you through extreme pain and grief. He’s the reason you didn’t get to say goodbye to your mum or be with your brother one last time. He’s the reason you don’t have Harry in your custody. He took away your freedom, and I will never expect you to forgive him.”
Regulus pulled away to look her in the eyes, “You’re my everything. Soon you’ll be my wife, and I don’t want anything to change that because I love you. I don’t expect you to forgive Sirius, but I’d like to have him in my life.”
“I know.” Her voice was quiet, but her touch was soothing as she caressed his cheek, “I know this is important to you, and I see no issue with it.”
“If- If James was still here,” Y/n swallowed the lump on her throat, “I’d want him with me too.”
Regulus pushed their foreheads together, “You’re so strong.” He pushed a piece of hair behind her ear, “You know that?”
“You tell me every day.”
“Because you are.” He kissed her forehead gently.
The following week it was all over the Wizarding World that Regulus Black had been reported alive and well. Regulus took many interviews with the Daily Prophet, and he did get to meet Nymphadora, who was in Auror training with Mad-Eye Moody. He also got to see Andromeda, who cried upon seeing her little cousin. Y/n had continued teaching while he was meeting all of his family.
One thing she didn’t expect was to see Remus Lupin at the Professor's table.
Dumbledore gave his speech as usual and introduced the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor - Professor R.J. Lupin. Remus caught eyes with Y/n, and they looked sorrowful. Along with Regulus Black’s recent reappearance in the Prophet, news that Peter Pettigrew was near Hogwarts had been released. The actual murderer of James and Lily Potter. Dementors were placed around the castle.
Everything went smoothly until Remus and Y/n had castle duty on the same night. They were at opposite ends of the castle, and yet Remus had still managed to find her. If she knew any less, she would’ve thought it was by coincidence, but she was a Marauder. Y/n knew about the Marauders map, not to mention her alias - Vixen - was on the print.
“Y/n.” Remus panted, “Can we talk?”
Y/n crossed her arms, “I can’t see what there is to talk about.”
“Oh, there’s much to talk about.” Remus replied as he stood to his full height - just two inches taller than Regulus, “I want to apologize for what happened.”
Y/n chuckled bitterly, “You aren’t going to be forgiven. I mean, how fucking dare you. I can’t believe you guys thought I was the traitor. He was my fucking brother!”
Harry had grimaced at her tone; he had followed Professor Lupin around the castle to ask him a question, “Dumbledore had specifically said that you were working with You-Know-Who. How were we supposed to take that?”
“I don’t know!” Y/n stressed, “Maybe ask me about it before pointing your wand at my throat?”
“It was a genuine mistake-”
“A mistake that ruined my life, Lupin!” He looked upset at the mention of his last name, “Seven years! Seven fucking years of misery. Seven years I will not get back.”
“Not only was it seven years. I’m not even allowed to have my nephew in my custody because of my record.” Her voice was low now, “You don’t understand what he’s been through, Lupin. He’s getting abused by Lily’s sister, and there’s nothing I can do about it! They see I’ve been to Azkaban, and that’s all they care about.”
“But you know what, fuck it all right?” Y/n spat, “Because everything that comes out of Dumbledore’s mouth is the truth, right?”
Remus sighed, “I really am sorry. I know you won’t forgive me, and that’s reasonable, but with Regulus being alive now, you’re going to have to be around Padfoot.”
“I’ve known all about Regulus being alive.” Y/n stated, “After all, he’s the reason I’m out of Azkaban.”
“He- He defended you?”
“He did.”
Remus stared appalled, “He’s also my fiancé.”
That was a knife to the heart. Remus’ heart had completely shattered at her tone and the statement that had fallen from Y/n’s mouth. He’d known that she wouldn’t wait for him, but it didn’t help any. Y/n would never forgive him or Sirius. That much was true. They had crossed a boundary and broke trust. Y/n wasn’t going to allow them back into her life no matter how badly he wished.
Remus was left wholly shattered in the middle of the Transfiguration wing.
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Imagine: Being in Slytherin, and being Regulus and Severus’ best friends. Everyone doubts it will last, but you prove them wrong. [x] [x]
Y/N: Who knew that we’d make it all the way until final year? Regulus: Well, I definitely thought you would’ve been expelled by now- Y/N: -Hey, now! Play nice. Besides, do you know who my parents are? They’d never get rid of me. *smiles* Severus: This place would be ten times worse without you. 
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♡ pairing — poly!marauders x fem!reader
♡ summary — it’s bedtime, but poor y/n is so deep in subspace she wants more; just wants to be their good girl.
♡ includes — sexual content, reader’s in subspace, brief handjob, thumb sucking, praise
♡ this is terribly short, i’m sorry :( this isn’t my best writing either, but let me know if you enjoyed it! (prompt courtesy of 🦋 anon) <3
✧・゚: *✧・゚:*
The welts that littered the globes of her ass seared, still fresh and stinging — her pretty pussy completely raw and sensitive, clit still engorged and pulsing though they knew she was unable to do any more.
“Want more.” Her speech fell off in a whine, thighs closing tight around Sirius’ wrist, trying with all her strength to keep his fingers inside of her still.
“No, you don’t, pup- no more for tonight.” The boys shared a look; this was a rather common occurrence, y/n’s body limp, muscles twitching — completely fucked out from their escapades, though she still insisted she wanted more.
“But, daddy-” she whimpered, sniffling and rubbing at her watery eyes with closed fists. “please!”
“S’not daddy anymore, darling-”
Remus pushed at her thighs with utmost care, sponging her tummy with chaste little kisses all while Sirius pulled his dexterous fingers from inside her, the outward drag made her whimper, entirely sensitive and oh so overstimulated. A crude mixture of cum (courtesy of all three of them fucking her dumb) dribbled from her abused hole.
And Jamie was kneeling next to her chest, watching with worrying eyes as the other two consoled her, petting and stroking at her hair with idle fingers.
“Jamie’ll let me have more- you’ll see.” She spoke, pout prominent and puffy upon her lips and she turned towards the bespectacled boy. “please, jamie. Wanna be your good girl-”
Y/n reached for his cock, tugging at it with haste and having her thumb squeeze and drag along his swollen tip. He began to harden once again in her palm, and she beamed lazily up at him — eyes hooded and tired, though noticeably swarming in her cloudy little subspace.
“You are my good girl, poppet, always will be— but y’too tired now-” Jamie’s voice faltered, breath so shaky from the slow tugs to his cock. “come on, it’s bedtime now.”
“Look at the poor thing-” Siri cooed, prying her grasping hand away from James’ flushed cock and instead intertwining their fingers together. “jus’ want something to suck on, don’t you, pup?”
Y/n sobbed pathetically, at what? She didn’t quite know — her mind was reeling, all hazy and confused and she grabbed at the lycanthrope that stood near.
“Open up then, dove-” Remus tapped at her mouth with the pad of his thumb, slipping it between her lips. “that’s it, settle down f’me.”
She suckled at his thumb, moaning around the intrusion and her eyes began to flutter closed.
“Been such a good girl for us, poppet.” he cooed, “s’time for a bath, hm?”
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