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nuatthebeach · 1 year
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"Before they even tell each other their names, she's already claimed him as her own. It's too bad it takes the boy a while to do the same." Harry/Ginny Muggle AU.
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Graphic by the awesome foreverginevra.
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priniya · 7 months
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🔮 OPPOSITES ATTRACT
synopsis. a quiet slytherin and a loud gryffindor find themselves on a chilly evening, which results in something unexpected — at least for people around them. the oldest weasley’s daughter finds herself infatuated with nott’s only child and vice versa, even if their worlds seem so different, being apart just doesn’t feel right.
notes. theodore nott x weasley!reader. slightly sunshine x grumpy (pretend you’re a ginger if ur not). part 2 containing the date, thoughts?
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theodore nott never thought he would be given a chance to love and be loved, upon all the terrible mistakes he has made. and maybe it seemed silly for a sixteen years old to say, but with an upcoming war, he wasn’t so sure if he could live through it.
theodore nott never thought he would have someone to call his own, someone to help him, when times get tough or someone who would understand him wordlessly. to be fair, theodore nott never thought he deserved anything like that, so the surprise on his face, when he found someone who was involuntarily willing to be his person was enormous.
he was walking around the crowded streets of the city, the dim lighting allowing him to see muggles running around with different expression on every other face he has passed — some of them were happy, cheering the slowly creeping holiday on them, some of them were exhausted and/or angry, probably from trying to find a perfect gift for someone and failing. just watching them gave him some sort of comfort, he had never had to look for gifts too much, his father wasn’t keen on being all festive and christmas was just any other day. the exception itself was looking for presents for his friends, which never had troubled him so much he looked exhausted.
he was in his thoughts, when he felt like he collided with someone. his eyebrows were squinted as he looked down on the red-haired girl, whose face was all red, either from cold or embarrassment. though, there was something so familiar about the girl that made him study her face for a brief second, the tea stain on his unzipped jacket didn’t seem to bother him at all, not as much as the familiarity of the girl.
“oh my god, i am so sorry, sir.” she let out ashamed that she didn’t look where she was going and that she probably ruined someone’s evening with her no sugar, lemon tea. it was then, when the familiar girl finally gave up and looked at the person she rudely bumped into.
“nott?” her words weren’t coated with layers of disgust and regret that out of all the people in london that night, she bumped into theodore nott. her words had surprised and confused undertones, almost as if she didn’t mind seeing him there. now, he obviously recognized his attacker — y/n weasley, a girl he sits behind in history of magic, a twin sister of potter’s best friend, someone who should hate him with burning passion.
“are you alright?” redhead’s question took him off guard.
theo was expecting something else, like a mockery of the fact that he was walking amongst muggles without hexing them all. though to be honest, theodore never hated muggles, well, yeah, he said some stupid shit, when he was younger and he was far from proud, but it was the need to appease his father. he definitely didn’t expect to see the worried manner in her, her brows scrunched as she tried to read his emotions, while standing in front of him in silence.
“theo…?” repeated y/n. he wasn’t alright and he didn’t know if he should show it. for merlin’s sake, he really wanted to get so much things out of his system, but venting to a weasley? he knew better than that — she would probably go around, and spread out the word about everything she heard from him.
nott was about to mumble something in response, when her eyes flickered with concern, demolishing all his justification why shouldn’t he talk to her for longer than needed. she was genuine, not caring that ron and harry weren’t on a good terms with him, she wanted to know, and help if possible.
so, theo simply gave up the act. “uh, no. not really.” he confessed, confirming all the suspicions she got to gather from observing him for a few minutes, when he thought of an answer. her expression changed from concerned to slightly sad, even.
before the boy could realize, he was sat in one of the small coffee shops beside her, a half empty, steamy cup of hot chocolate in his hands as they talked. something was so incredibly off about the way they conversed, first time in a while, he never wanted to conversation to end, just like when he was talking to his friends. his body itched at the thought that soon both of them would have to come to their respective houses and the talk would be just a memory that never happened again.
he had to admit that y/n’s presence was soothing. it was like the smell of a freshly printed new book, a cigarette on a foggy morning, a sensation of someone’s nails gently scratching the inside of his palm. the last one was a habit his mom developed to calm him down before she died, leaving him with an aching need for someone to find out about his perk and do it when he needs.
her muffled laughter filled his ears as he watched the girl cover her lips with a palm, he couldn’t help but smile. the gloomy atmosphere that he brought with his tiny vent was long gone, since she declared it her mission to make him feel better. so, since he wasn’t a big talker himself, she let him listen to all the stories from when she was growing up. even though he never experienced a family like hers, a family that cared for each other, it was comforting.
his eyes darted to the clock hung up on a wall, followed by hers and a long sigh that left his lips. his fingers ran through his curls as he parted his lips to bid goodbyes, though y/n was faster. “we could meet up here some other time, if you want.” she gave him a shy smile, the one he never thought he would see on her face.
y/n weasley wasn’t the shy type of girl, she was a big talker, a smart-ass with witty comebacks and a obnoxiously loud aura coating her small frame, though right now, upon his gaze that wandered around her face for quite some time now, she grew shyer.
“uh.” stuttered theo. “yeah, i guess it’s a good idea.” his reply made her smile go bigger, and in the back of his head, it felt like a reward for the decision he just made, some kind of reassurance that he did something good.
“perfect.” she grinned, taking the two of their cups and taking them to the shop’s kitchen, revealing that either she works there, or she’s just insanely crazy for barging into someone’s workplace as an unwanted stranger. “there’s a fireplace in the back.” weasley added, taking his hand in hers before he could even refuse (he wouldn’t though).
the tips of her long nails gently grazed his palm, when she led him the back, greeting a few of her coworkers. her touch on his skin ached, almost burnt, although if that’s what the insides of a normal, fireplace without floo powder felt like, he could grow to like it, only if a part of her body was pressed against his. few minutes later theo’s hand felt empty as he watched her disappear in green flames, having bid their goodbyes.
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theo hated that feeling. this warm, strange feeling that coated his heart whenever he thought about the obnoxious gryffindor, who he met at those muggle streets. nevertheless, he found himself unable to think about someone else. he was replying to a letter pansy has sent him, and the only thing he had on his mind was y/n, he wondered if ginny told her about her little getaways with theo’s best friend, if all her brothers got back to their house, and — if she thought about him.
his hands throbbed. his fingers wrapped tightly around the quill, before putting it down on his deck. why on earth would he text her? it was one accidental meeting at some crowded street, one conversation that shouldn’t mean anything to them.
nott squeezed his eyes, the muscles on his face tensed as he focused on the paper in front of him, scribbling down a few words in his neat handwriting. a long sigh has left his lips, his eyes tracing the sentence he wrote for her. shit, why would he even do that? if any of his friends knew, he’d have been doomed — one weasley hanging around their friend group was enough, but he didn’t want to push draco nor blaise’s limits.
on a christmas’ eve, he went out for another walk, slightly hoping in the back of his mind that he’d accidentally bump into her again. this time, theodore would make sure to hear her laugh more often, to see her teeth, when she smiles or to watch as she gets shyer upon his gaze on her face.
his feet got him into a familiar looking café, his eyebrows scrunched in confusion — he couldn’t pinpoint from where he knew the place — and looked around. then, he heard it.
“theo!” a female voice rang in his ears. the boy turned his face, a smile slipping onto his lips as he realized where he was. the god damned café y/n was working at. “what can i get you?” a grin spread across her face, visibly delighted to see him there, almost as if she hoped for it.
her forearms laid on the counter as her body leaned a little closer, her hair pinned up in a ponytail that probably got ruined during her shift from running around the place, having a chat with each customer every now and then, a pinkish tint on her cheeks, maybe from the heat in the back or maybe, because he was there.
it took him a second to realize that he was staring with his mouth slightly parted. “uh—” he stuttered, getting a small, barely audiable giggle in response. “i just came to see you.” he blurted out. thank god his ears were covered by the beanie, because just by saying those six words got him all flustered.
“theo.” his name sounded so well coming from her. theodore wanted to hear it again, again, and again. it was melodic, like most beautiful song he’s ever heared. how could he get so whipped after one hangout?
“i hoped you’d come by.” she confessed shyly. “i have something for you in the back, could you give me five minutes? i gotta tell the manager i’m taking a break.” she beamed at him sweetly, rushing off to the back, taking off the green apron that hung on her waist in the meantime.
when she came back, she was still wearing the café’s shirt with a small, green logo, black jeans, and was carefully walking towards his table with a neatly wrapped package and on a top of that a plate with a big piece of some sort of chocolate cake, two drinks (the same as last time), and a cookie. her hair wasn’t in a ponytail anymore, ginger strands falling into her shoulders as she gave him the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.
“you– you got me something?” a question left theo’s mouth, leaving him all surprised — the strange feeling warming him up from the inside. he took a big sip of the hot chocolate in front of him, hardly minding that he burnt his tongue, he didn’t want to say anything stupid. “y/n, we talked once and you… got me something?” he asked once again, not believing his own eyes.
the girl just smiled wider, passing the box towards him. “uh. yeah.” she answered, shrugging. “last time, you said that you never really celebrated christmas the right way, so… please open it.” she tried explaing herself, but gave up at the end, pushing the box further with her fingertips. “please?”
shit.
if she didn’t ask, if she didn’t give him those eyes and that smile. maybe he would be able to refuse, think of some lame excuse that wouldn’t hurt her feelings and give her the box back. but y/n was so sweet, and thought of him hard enough to prepare him a gift.
for half a second, theodore could see something flicker in her eyes, when his lean fingers gently pulled the green ribbon, ripping the gift paper afterwards. the gift turned out to be a sweater, a hand-made one that made the feeling come back to him.
the sweater was dark green, in the similar shade of his tie or the snake symbol on his robes, it had a large, dark blue letter T with a silver outline. his eyes scanned the piece of clothing, the corner of his lips going slightly upwards. “you got me your mom’s iconic sweater?” asked theo.
his mind was filled with different thoughts and emotions right now. he could never call y/n weasley a sweet girl, not because it wasn’t true, but because it would be an understatement — she was the sweetest, or at least somewhere in that range. his cheeks almost hurt from smiling at her, and never in his life nott had felt it.
“actually…” her cheeks started getting a little more pinkish than usual. “it’s based on my mom’s sweaters, i did it on my own. it might not be perfect—" y/n started rambling in nervousness, afraid that the boy won’t be happy about getting a meaningless piece of fabric from her.
“y/n, i love it.” theodore’s words were like honey to y/n’s ears, she gave him a small smile, not really expecting him to gently grab her hand out of sudden. the reason behind it? even theo didn’t know (probably to ease her nerves).
when he realized what he did, he wanted to take his hand back and mutter a quiet apology, the crime scene awkward as much as only possible. although, from the corner of his eye, he noticed that the pink on her face intensified, few more minutes of skin-to-skin contact, and she would turn into a tomato, so his hand stayed on hers, taking the chance and intertwining their fingers together.
“would you– uh,” the redhead started, stumbling over her own words, easily losing focus, each time his thumb stroked her hand, a tiny smirk hovering over his lips. “like to, uh, come here once in a while, you know… until the break’s over? keep me company, maybe?”
and he did. how couldn’t he? this girl was constantly on his mind ever since she bumped into him on the streets and spent literal hours at the café.
although, beside just keeping her company during the winter break — but also at school. he grew so fond of her (and believe me, it worked both ways) that cutting their fresh friendship short was something he couldn’t let happen. so… even though her younger sister was already swaying her way into theodore’s friend group, y/n seemed like a different topic.
theodore nott liked sharing. as unbelievable as it sounds, he really did. whenever he had something he enjoyed, he was willing to share, he was the type of person to give away his last cigarette to one of his friends, but the thought of sharing y/n weasley never crossed his mind. he wanted her all to himself, so… their hangouts always contained just the two of them.
small study dates in the library, late night walks around the courtyard, meet-ups in the room of requirement, picnics in the astronomy tower, while smoking some pot and cigarettes together.
back then, it felt strictly platonic. even if they called it their little dates, nott had a feeling they weren’t moving past the friendship line, while his emotions towards the girl were getting more and more serious. nevertheless, theodore was confident, but not confident enough to ask her out — to confess his silly crush without the fear creeping up on him that y/n would reject him and turn his dreams into nightmares.
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the weather outside was getting better with each day until spending time inside the castle was unbearable. it was around the time, theo decided to finally push his luck and ask the girl of his dream out. ever since he woke up, he was nervously fidgeting with everything that got to his hands and when then classes were to start, it only got worse.
“you alright, theo?” a whisper left y/n’s mouth as she stood next to him in potions, her elbow nudging him lightly, trying to catch his attention.
merlin. the way his name sounded so wonderful on her tongue. if it wasn’t for the small attention-grabber, he would definitely accidentally ignore the question to daydream about how sweetly her voice is.
“no, i mean– yes, yes i am.” he stuttered. “i just– can i ask you a question?” she nodded, making his stomach turn around. “would you, uh– like to go out to hogsmeade with me? like on a date?” the question left his lips.
his throat went dry as he waited years for an answer (which was actually just about two seconds, theo’s brain just got really dramatic from stress), legs giving up, so he had to lean his palms on the table.
“f’course.” weasley grinned, not minding the blush that spread all over her face, just from the ask. “i thought you’d never ask, really.” she giggled, turning her eyes away for a second, before flashing him another beam of hers.
nott’s face was now bright pink. “i– what?” he was struggling to form a logical sentence. “you wanted me to–?” the boy was supposed to finish his thought, though it didn’t really sit well with snape who interrupted their little talk, postponing it until the evening.
the two of them were walking somewhere outside, laughing about something so insignificant, when the situation from classes popped into his mind. “so… about that date. you really want to?” asked nott.
he expected any kind of answer — yes, no, maybe, you should guess, nah — whatever was only possible. however, the feeling of her lips on his wouldn’t cross his mind. she kissed him. y/n has kissed him, leaving him breathless, when she pulled away.
“does that answer your question?” redhead chuckled, her fingers still curled up against the collar of his white shirt. he shook his head, still mind-blown. “yes, theodore faustus nott, i was dying to hear you ask me out on a date. whatever we have between us, i wanted it to move forward and go on a date with you.”
she laughed. “you really think i’d spend hours crotcheting a sweater for a guy i met few days earlier if i didn’t feel something? theo, i almost passed out when you touched my hand months ago.” another laugh left her lips that were now so close to his, clouding his mind with one certain thing.
upon hearing all those words, the boy couldn’t stop himself anymore, he pressed his mouth against hers, savouring the moment. cherishing the fact that she wanted him like he wanted her.
“the date is still a thing, yeah?” y/n smiled as her nose brushed his.
“you’re gonna love it.” he answered, grinning.
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hinnyweasley · 10 months
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HBP masterlist
Okay guys I finally went through my 200+ bookmarks on ao3 and picked every HBP fic rec I had! I’ll likely do this with other categories (post war, smut, etc.) as well but for now, enjoy:
Everything I Wanted
Distraction
Hanging by a Moment
Ginny Weasley and the Green-Eyed Monster (canon divergence)
Sunlit Days
Aftertaste
Good Practice
Doodles of Doom
Harry’s Happiest Christmas (nsfw) (canon divergence)
Several Sunlit Days
All the Little Pieces
Oblivious
Kilig
Esgatinyar-se
Can I Just Touch Her?
The Next Day
Late Night Discussions
Better Than Firewhiskey
Chest Bludger
What’s That Smell?
I’m Sorry Too
The Pearl
Among The Loneliest Places
Missing Moment- Four in the Dorm
Chocolate (in the Common Room)
Merely Beardly
Torch
Scraping the Skies With Our Fingertips
Wannabe
Fantasies (nsfw)
Of Chest Monsters and More
The Life and Soul of the Team
Extremely Non-Platonically
Implied
At A Time
Crush
Acceptance
Good Together
The In Betweens (6th year)
Did You Expect This to Turn Out Better?
Hermione gets the Details of Harry's Particularly Happy Hour Spent Down by the Lake with Ginny at Lunch Time
Losing All My Cool
Reckless, Even
Vocabulary Lessons
Summer Rain
Overprotective
A Perfectly Good Heart
Dear Jealousy
In My Dreams
Just Harry
Talking Is Hard
I Go On Too Many Dates (It’s Miserable and Magical)
Helpless 
Think/ Hope
Like Passing Notes In Secrecy
He Wasn’t Sure Why
This Collapsing Night
Basorexia
For The Team
Someone Like Harry
Halloween Monster
Twenty-Two Days
Changing Tides
Noticing
I don’t know if you guys can tell but I really like HBP haha
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lovebotmo · 3 months
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like the movies
chapter four - the feathered visitor
series masterlist
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pairing: theodore nott x reader
wc: 1675
author's note: so so grateful that you guys are enjoying the story so far!!! its been incredible to be inspired and motivated when it comes to writing. i appreciate those who let me know they want to be on the taglist - lmk if anyone else wants to be added!!!
also if i missed someone my apologies!!! first time putting a tag list together hehe
song inspiration: how sweet it is (to be loved by you) by marvin gaye
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Clambering into the compartment containing your friends after separating from Theo, you are greeted with expectant silence. Ten eyes peer at you with varying emotions; curiosity, caution, surprise, excitement, and intrigue all seem to swim in the faces of your dear friends.
Slapping your hands onto your knees, you smile nervously at them. “Well, what is it?”
“Don’t keep us waiting!” urges Hannah, who’s practically vibrating with excitement. “What was that all about? Running after Nott of all people.”
Your brows furrow unconsciously, “What d’you mean?”
Ginny laughs at your apparent confusion. “Nuh uh, Y/n. We all saw you go after Nott, no need to be coy now.” She winks cheekily at you. “Are you two seeing each other?”
You sputter at her brashness, “Me and Theo? There’s—”
“It’s Theo now, is it?” Padma asks. “When did he become Theo, eh?” Padma nudges your shoulder with her own.
“Oh, shove it, Pads!” You could practically feel the red rising in your face and neck at the undivided attention now being paid to your very short, tiny, essentially minimal interaction with a male specimen. You felt like a research subject whenever your friends interrogated you like this. “I was just worried Theo was going to miss the train—a very normal thing to be worried about considering he’s my potion partner and I bloody well can’t use his brain if he’s stranded in Hogsmeade! Besides,” you said, pulling at the sleeves of your wooly sweater, “that fight between Malfoy and him looked downright awful.” At that, the girls abruptly halted their aggressive probing, uneasily remembering the spat that had taken place very publicly in The Three Broomsticks. All, except for Luna, who continued to peer at you with that typical all-knowing, dreamy look of hers that seemed to suggest she knew better.
As if there’s anything going on between Theo and me. I barely know the guy…or almost barely know him…kind of know him?
Shaking the disorganized thoughts from your head, you turned to the girls to continue the conversation that had abruptly stopped at the tavern. A train ride filled with trolley sweets, gossip, and uncontrollable laughter soon led to your arrival at Hogwarts, just in time for the evening meal.
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Retiring to your room shortly after dinner, you found that your housemates’ beds were empty. You guess that they were likely meandering around the grounds before curfew. You savored the silence and stillness of the room. However, all too soon, it was interrupted by an odd sort of sound.
Clink.
At first you ignored it, thinking something had just shifted in your room.
Clink…Clink.
This time, your eyes swept across the room, searching for whatever could be causing that sound. It didn’t sound like a water drip, someone in heels, or even coins moving around in a coin purse.
Clinkclinkclinkclink!
As the sound increased in volume and frequency, you realized it was coming from the window of all places, even though you were elevated relatively high in the tower containing your bedchamber. That is to say, no person could have been outside your room without the aid of a broom or the flying charm. You cursed under your breathe that the window was glazed, meaning you couldn’t see what lay on the other side. Undergoing a momentary crisis of whether you should open the window, you decided in a split-second to just open it and hope for the best. However, you made sure to grab your wand.
Can’t be too careful now, can we, Y/n?
Your hand grasped at the brass handle, quickly swinging the frame open. An autumnal evening gust of wind greeted you, along with something else.
What the fuck.
Perching on your windowsill, was a quaint tawny owl peering at you rather oddly. The bird cocked its brown and white feathered head as you did the same.
What the devil is a bloody owl doing up here? “I don’t suppose you intended to come up here, did you?” Looking at the owl, you noticed it was clutching something in its claws, a small parcel of sorts. “Is that for me?”
As if answering, the owl flew past you and landed on your desk. Its head cocked once more as if wondering whether you were going to join it or not. Realizing you were standing dumbly in front of the window and letting all the warm air out, you shut it. You did not lock it, however, anticipating that your feathered friend would be departing shortly.
You joined the owl at your desk, sitting in your chair. You were now eye level with the mysterious bird, its dark eyes gazing into your own.
“May I?” you inquired, gesturing towards the little package in its clutches. The fowl relented, gently releasing it onto the wood of your desk. Before allowing yourself to rip into the bundle, you pulled out a small cannister of crickets you kept in one of your desk drawers for when you visited your own owl in the aviary. Lightly placing it in front of the owl, you allowed it to treat itself while opening the unknown gift.
Inside, you found a small package of caramel creams, just like those you had gifted to Mr. Flume a few short hours ago.
“How…?” You looked to the bird who was still pleasing itself with your offering of crickets.
You couldn’t begin to wonder at who would have known to gift you that particular candy, who would have noticed your quick interaction among the thick throng of students that had filled Honeydukes earlier. No one had stood out to you in the little time you had spent in the candy store, wholly preoccupied with your candy exchange.
Where could they have even bought it from? It’s not like Mr. Flume even stocks this specific sweet, no matter how much I may beg the man to.
“You must have been flying for ages to bring these to me, I reckon.”
“Hoot.”
Laughing at the short, clipped response of the owl, your eyes noticed a small piece of parchment paper within the parcel. Grasping and opening it quickly, your eyes were met with the same script you had seen on the previous note that had accompanied the moly bouquet currently residing on your nightstand. Once more, the note was succinct and saccharine.
Y/n,
Sweets for you, sweetheart.
Yours,
Teddy
“Seems your owner fancies me,” you said to the owl as you carefully refolded the note. “I don’t suppose you would be able to give me a clue as to who they are?”
“Hoot.”
Sighing, you replied, “Alright, alright. I won’t badger you for answers.” You rose from your chair, intending to allow the plumed messenger to return to the aviary. The bird flew from its perch on your desk to your shoulder, its head gently rubbing against your cheek. You smiled at the little show of affection. Once more, you opened your window, allowing your avian visitor to rejoin the skies. Looking back at the caramel creams and clutching the note to your chest, a warm feeling began to leak out of your heart. Whoever your admirer was, he was rather…sweet.
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A few caramel creams later, you were sprawled on your bed and surrounded by your friends as you recounted the entire rendezvous with the tawny owl. You shared the sweets among your friends, but you kept the contents of the note to yourself. Your friends had already seen the first note and none of them had recognized the handwriting. There was no harm done, really.
Besides, you thought, it’s kind of nice to keep something between just me and this elusive ‘Teddy.’
“You didn’t recognize the owl, did you?” asked Ginny. “Godric knows everybody can tell when I’ve sent an owl. That bloody bird, Errol, is hard to miss.” She gives you a vexed look that makes you chuckle.
“No, it looked like any other owl I’d have seen in the aviary. Anyway, there are hundreds of owls here, they’re not exactly easy to differentiate.”
“Well,” Padma says, “at the very least, we know that your little admirer is a third year or older.”
Hannah’s face shows her confusion, “How do you figure?”
“They were in Honeydukes, weren’t they?” Padma shrugs, “Whoever he is, he has to be, at minimum, thirteen years old to go to Hogsmeade.”  
Groaning, you flop back onto your bed, hands covering your face in dismay. “Blimey, I hadn’t even considered it might be someone younger than me. What if it is a third year? Fucking hell, I’ll never be able to live it down.”
Moving your hands from your face, Hermione smiles gently at you. “If it is a third year, which I seriously doubt, you’ll be gentle in letting them down. No big deal.”
“I’d be a laughingstock, ‘Mione,” you say grumpily.
“No, you won’t, Y/n,” replies Hannah. “Besides, it’s just the six of us that knows, right?”
“About that…” Ginny looks at you sheepishly. “I may or may not have possibly, accidentally let it slip when I was perhaps…potentially talking with Lavender…”
The redhead’s confession gets you to shoot up quickly from your horizontal position. “You did what?” You toss at a pillow at her, which, with her incredible athleticism, she easily intercepts. You frown. “Lavender is possibly the worst gossip I’ve ever met. I’d be surprised if Filch didn’t know about it.”
“It was an accident, promise!” Ginny exclaims, “Lavender asked if you were seeing anybody—I think she’s interested in Lee Jordan—so, I suppose she was trying to determine whether or not you were—”
“Ginny.”
“…Yes, Y/n?”
“I’m going to give you until the count of three.”
“Count of three—what for?”
“One.”
“Oh please, Y/n. I didn’t mean to—”
“Two.”
“For the love of Merlin—”
“Three.” At your last count, you sprint at the girl who starts to run from you as you chase her with your wand. She sharts to shriek with laughter, dashing as far from your incurrent wrath as possible.
“You’re going to get it, Weasley!”
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apparentlytheproblem · 10 months
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cheek kisses with dracoo
m w w a h h h
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- draco malfoy
a/n: I'm starting of my inbox cleaning with this trope since this was the most looked forward to. tysm for taking the time to request, I appreciate it and I hope you find some hidden joy while reading this, requests are always open, with love, tiya
requested- yes
warnings- none i hope
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draco malfoy was one to be up after lunch if he could help it. he had such a gravitational pull to his bed that he'd never want to leave it alone. but i suppose you had different plans on how the day would be spent.
he's grogilly woken up with someone towering above him. he was quite happy with the position as he lifts himself up abruptly. you were very close, straddling him while he's just having the most intrusive thoughts run around that pretty head of his.
wonder what she'd look like without the blouse?
he pulls you closer with ease, his hands going under your thighs. ypur knees buckled. who could'nt help but smile to be woken up like this.
"can we leave now?"
draco just burried his face into your and all to be heard was a mhmmm. my draling was'nt fully awake, for this could've easily been mistaken as one of his many dreams.
she used her hand to raise his jaw to her sight and peppered his cheeks with kisses. a lazy smile had scrambled to his face now, draco malfoy had been officially been waken without a fuss in the morning.
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frost-queen · 4 months
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Sudden attention // part 3 (Reader!Potter x Fred Weasley)
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Summary: Back at Hogwarts you might not be able to escape Cormac. While Fred tries to cover up his feelings for you amongst friends he must interfere when Cormac corners you. [part 1 & part 2]
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Taking a deep breath you felt at home again. Home. Hogwarts welcoming you. Taking in the castle in all it’s glory. It’s walls harboring all your memories. The laughs you had laughed and the tears you had cried. A hand on your back made you turn your head. Hermione passing you with a gentle nod to follow her. Ginny right behind her, when passing you she turned round facing you with a big smile.
Ron walking by on your left side followed by Harry. Harry gave you a brief nudge for standing still. Something about seeing the castle again made you sentimental. George stretched his arms while passing you from the long train ride. Once more a touch on your back made you turn your head with a few blinks.
Fred coming in sight with a smile. – “Shall we?” – he asked. Instantly you started to smile back at him. – “Yes.” – you whispered getting in motion. More groups of students gathered when you all went in the same direction. Taking the fields way. Quickly you all were inside at the common room.
Hermione plopped down on her bed with a deep sigh. You were knelt down sorting some clothing in your trunk when you noticed Ginny nearing. She grabbed the pole on your bed, letting herself sway on her feet with a dramatic turn to you. – “Are you excited to be back Y/n.” – she asked. Something about the tone in her voice hinted she had a hidden agenda. – “Why’d you ask?” – you responded folding the sweater Molly had knitted neatly aside.
“Nothing for.” – she responded with a pitch in her voice. – “I’m sure a certain McLaggan boy would be pleased to see you again.” – the mention of his name made your eyes widen. You had completely forgotten about him and the letter he had send you. The letter you had never answered because it got burned.
Then you forgot about it, caught off guard by Fred being suddenly extra nice to you. Hermione gasped loud remembering it as well. You got up, turning towards them, eyes wide in shock. Hermione stared in shock back at you. – “How did we forget.” – she spoke removing her hand from before her mouth. – “I didn’t.” – Ginny answered with a chuckle.
“I never wrote back.” – you said out loud as Ginny sat herself down on your bed. Crookshanks hopping on the bed with her. – “Perhaps it is for the best. He is a bloated toad anyways.” – Ginny went on stroking Crookshanks tail. Hermione slapped Ginny against her arm. – “How can you say that!” – she called out. Ginny took a breath turning more towards her. – “He’s all smug.” – she reminded her.
“Yes, but he also is interested in Y/n. He is the first one to proclaim his interests in her so loudly. Shouldn’t we take this in consideration?” – she answered. Ginny crossed her arms. – “Are you saying Y/n should settle for the first worst thing just because he is the only one interested.” – she bit back snappy.
“Hey!” – you called out as they were speaking over your head. Both turned their heads at you. – “Sorry.” – Hermione immediately apologized. – “I’m just warning you.” – Ginny responded making you briefly roll your eyes at them.
“It’s not like you have a lot of interested boys.” – she finished. – “Maybe he isn’t the only one.” – you called out catching her off guard. – “Truly?” – she gasped jumping up. You pulled your shoulder up, keeping your mouth shut. – “Y/n.” – Ginny said when you remained silent returning to your duties. – “Are you seriously not going to tell us anything.” – Ginny said eager to know.
You pulled your shoulder up again without a word. Ginny groaned in agony, grabbing you by the shoulders. – “Tell me!” – she said staring desperately at you. She fluttered confused when you started laughing. – “I need to know…” – she whined out hoping you’d show pity with her. Hermione could only stare at you, trying to figure out who. – “Who!” – Ginny pushed you back as you fell on your back, laughing loud. – “Who tell meeeee!” – she begged whiny wanting to know it so desperately.
Hermione narrowed her eyes slightly on you. – “Help me Hermione. I need the answer!” – Ginny cried out for help. Hermione came joining in tickling you to get an answer out of you. No matter how hard you laughed, you didn’t slip a secret. Keeping Fred’s name deep in your heart, but never outed.
“What is she sour for?” – George asked when coming to join the table in the great hall with Fred. – “Y/n wouldn’t tell us who the second guy is that fancies her.” – Hermione informed them as Fred looked intrigued at you. You gave no attention to his glance. – “Second guy?” – George spoke glancing over his shoulder to Fred. Fred pulled his shoulders up as if not knowing who he was talking about.
“Look at you miss popular amongst the boys.” – George teased with a nudge in your side. Fred chuckled nervously catching his brother’s gaze. – “I’m hardly popular.” – you told George with a faked smile. George threw his arm over your shoulder. – “Two seems like a popular number. Soon number three and four will join.” – He acted out, counting it with his fingers.
Fred cleared his throat. – “I honestly think not.” – he spoke making George quirk his brow up. – “How would you know?” – Hermione asked noticing Ginny was still in her sour behavior. Arms crossed and a bothered expression on her face. – “A hunch.” – Fred answered making you suppress a smile.
George turned his head, checking twice if he saw it right. – “Speak of the toad.”- he spoke motioning with his head in the direction. You leaned back looking behind George to the doors. Everyone else looking as well. Hermione getting a bit to look over Fred. From afar you caught Cormac standing with some of his friends. The second he noticed you, he waved with a big smile at you. It made you feel embarrassed hiding yourself behind George. – “Looks like he’s still head over heels for you Y/n.” – Hermione spoke lowering herself.
“Even though you ignored him all summer long.” – Hermione said as you shushed her. George intrigued by the sudden new news. He hummed curious. – “You’ve been ignoring him all summer. What did he send you letters or what?” – he joked out. Seeing the expression on your face and Hermione’s he stopped laughing.
“Are you serious? Did he send you a letter?” – George asked. You slowly nodded your head. – “The toad!” – George cursed, clenching his hand. You glanced across the table over to Fred. Wanting to know what he thought about all of this. His expression was neutral but partly clenched. You could see the anger he was trying to hide.
George puffed in Cormac’s direction, daring him to even try and come near. – “Don’t tell my brother.” – you said not wanting Harry to be involved in this as well. – “He’ll murder him on the spot.” – you added nervously. – “Now that is something I like to see.” – Fred answered to your surprise. – “A bit of a cruciato torture on him.” – George filled in with a funny expression. – “You boys are being ridiculous.” – Hermione answered slapping Ginny against her arm to stop moping.
Fred and George both pulled their shoulders up in response. – “Well whatever you decided to do, just leave Harry out of it.” – you reminded them getting up. Fred got up as well as it made you stare half confused at him. Fred cleared his throat sitting himself back down. George snorted loud at his brother’s silly behavior as Hermione quirked her brow up.
Hermione slowly got up to follow you. The Weasley staying behind as the two of you needed to go to class. Hermione grabbed you by the elbow, pulling you out of the way from Cormac. Who seemed very eager to come over now it only the two of you. Hermione and you caught up with Ron and Harry on your way to class.
After class you went your own way. Hermione joining Ron and Harry for a trip to Hagrid’s. You rounded a few corners, walking in the open corridors around the courtyard. – “Potter!” – you heard loud behind you. It made you slow down. – “Potter! Y/n!” – slowly turning around you saw Cormac run over to you. Your eyes widened as there was no one around from your friends to help you out. He came to a stop by you, catching his breath.
“How… how was your summer…” – he asked making you smile nervously at him. – “It… it was okay… how… how was yours?” – you asked in return to be polite. – “I’ve send you a letter.” – he said bluntly catching you off guard. – “You… you did?” – you answered trying not to sound too suspicious. He hummed loud. – “Didn’t you get it?” – he wanted to know. You slowly shook your head trying not to show any signs of your lying.
“No… no I didn’t get anything.” – you told him untruthfully. – “Strange…” – he scratched the back of his head. – “Anyways I’m really glad to be back at Hogwarts. We should head to Hogsmeade once. I’ll buy you a butterbeer.” – he said leaning a bit closer to you. – “By the way this is me asking you out.” – he added a bit cocky making you gulp shyly.
“So what do you say Y/n? Shall we call it a date?” – he went on getting all smug. – “I’m busy.” – you flopped out without thinking. Cormac furrowed his brows. – “Come on I’m sure you can find some time for me.” – he pressured on making you feel uncomfortable to say no to him any further. – “I’ve been thinking all summer about you. Couldn’t get you out of my head Potter.” – he teased reaching his hand out to you. Letting his fingers brush against your cheek as it startled you.
“McLaggan!”  - you suddenly heard making you gasp loud. Cormac groaned irritated at the sight of Fred. Fred came standing by your side, giving him a little shove to keep his distance from you. – “What do you want.” – he asked rudely. Cormac chuckled cocky. – “It’s between Y/n and me, Weasel.” – he replied. – “Think about my offer Y/n.” – he winked your way making Fred step in between. – “She won’t.” -  he called out. – “So stop bothering her!” – he made clear. Cormac scoffed.
“You’re not her superior, so why don’t you stop bossing her around.” – Cormac answered with a sneer. Fred took a step back, grabbing your shoulder and pressing you hard against his side. – “No, I’m her boyfriend.” – he casually said making you look startled at him. Expression full of surprise and shock. Cormac started to laugh. – “No you aren’t.” – he said.
“Oh yes I am!” – Fred kept on.  He turned his head looking down at you. With his thumb his turned your head closer to him, inching it closer to him as he leaned down. Your eyes widened feeling a burn on your cheeks. Flustered and flushed with heat as he drew his lips nearer to you. His lips inches away from yours. – “Alright I get it!” – Cormac called out. Fred paused curling up a smile.
He turned his head looking all smug at Cormac. He puffed loud, stuffing his hands in his pockets, storming off. – “Good riddance.” – Fred said letting go of your chin. You stood frozen; eyes wide as the heat had risen to your entire face. This close, this close was Fred to kissing you without a warning. You weren’t even sure if he was bluffing or was willing to actually kiss you to proof a point. – “Y/n.” – he said noticing the frozen state you were in.
“Y/n?” – he waved his hand in front of you. You slowly blinked. Before he could say more, you turned around, walking off with your hands pressed against your cheeks to cool off. Somehow it felt like you hadn’t seen the last of Cormac even with Fred’s little charade. Yet why was your heart thumping so loudly against your chest. Was this Fred’s doing?
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only-angel-28 · 6 months
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mastermind, part four
ok ok ok here's part four i dont rly have much to say here bc i said everything on part three but i hope you like this one and dw guys im gonna try publish part five asap im starting writing it tonight, productive era fr 🙌💯
warnings: slight angst, swearing, injury, protective theo😋😋
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y/n’s pov
“Hello Y/N.”
I look up from my place on the grass where I was tying my shoes.
Oh. Him again.
“Hi, Cormac.” I say with a tight-lipped smile, standing up, and walking over to where I left my broom when I was practising.
Cormac follows me like a lost puppy and says, “So uhm how’ve you been?”
It’s been almost four months of this. He comes over to wherever I am and follows me asking pointless questions about the weather or lessons and it would’ve been fine if he wasn’t making uncomfortable inappropriate jokes in between. It’s December now, nearly time for the Yule Ball and I need to shake Cormac off my tail sometime soon or I'll have no hope of finding a date this year.
“Just fine Cormac, what about you?” I say mindlessly, trying to devise ideas to get him away politely.
“I’m good…would be better with you in my bed though…” he says, smoking at me as I give him a disgusted look and stop walking.
Forget trying to be nice, this guy’s a creep.
“Okay Cormac, let's settle this. What’s all this really about? I mean you’ve been following- no practically stalking me for months now, and if it wasn’t creepy enough without the inappropriate jokes, it sure as hell is now. So what do you actually like me or just want to get in my pants?” I say angrily at him, clutching my broom in my hands so hard, my knuckles turn white.
He looks started by my outburst at first but quickly replies and says, “Uhm no, no! Of course I like you Y/N, I just wanted to know if you had a date for the Yule Ball yet?” with the furrows of my brows he leans forward and speaks lowly to me in a more threatening tone, “Sure would be a shame if the whole school found out the truth about your favourite uncle.”
Sirius? What the fuck?
I push him away, “Get the fuck away from me you freak!” I go to leave before he grabs me by my wrist and speaks again, “Come to the ball with me and I won’t say a word about him to anyone,”
“Cormac let go of me,” I say, struggling in his tightening grip.
“Just say yes. Say yes and I’ll let go and no one will have to hear about your uncle.”
“Get away from me!” I shout at him, stomp on his foot and punch his nose the hardest I could, feeling his bones crunching beneath mine. Or maybe it was both our bones.
I hold my now numb hand and leave him on the empty field holding his bloody nose and groaning while I run straight to the castle.
I run aimlessly for about three minutes, turning every which way not expecting anyone to be out in the hallways at this time, “Everyone would be in lessons right now” I think before, to my surprise, I turn the corner and I’m face to face with Theo.
He takes hold of me from my arms before I collapse into him and looks at me in surprise with a cigarette in between his soft pink lips.
I mumble out a quick ‘Sorry’ and move to leave, maybe go back to my common room to look for Hermione but he stops me before I can go anywhere.
His alarmed eyes and lifted brows look down at the tears on my face and the redness around my wrist and knuckles. He takes the cigarette out of his mouth, discarding it on the floor before putting it out with his shoe, takes me gently by the other hand and leads me to the hospital wing.
“Theo, no, I’m fine don’t worry.” I try and reassure him, “I don’t need Madam Pomfrey all over me right now, a potion from Hermione can fix me right up, I promise.”
He ignores me and takes me to an empty bed, telling me to rest my hand and sit still, before moving away to find Madam Pomfrey.
When shes checked me over and given me the right medications, he stares down at me but doesn't say a word until I ask, “What?”.
His reply is cold and quiet, “Who did this to you?”
I try brushing the question off, “Don’t worry about it Theo, I handled it fine.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” he says, looking down at my bandaged hand, and asks again, “Who did this to you Y/N?”
I sigh before answering, “You promise you won’t do anything illegal?”
“I promise.” he says and I extend my pinky on my good hand towards him. His hard expression softens slightly before he extends his and joins our pinkies together muttering another ‘promise’.
“Cormac. He got mad at me because I didn’t want to go to the ball with him and threatened to tell everyone some things about my family.” I say quietly, looking down.
theo’s pov
I don’t say anything as blood rushes to my head, my knuckles already forming into fists, my jaw clenching and my feet turning around to go find the prick.
“No Theo!’ Y/N says after me, trying to grab my arm and stop me from beating the rat up but I hold her hand as gently as I can and ask her to “Please rest Y/N, I’ll be back soon and I promise I won’t do anything too bad.”
“No Theo, please just drop it, it’s fine.” she tries to reassure me.
“What? No it’s not, first of all, he shouldn’t have touched you in the first place, but to hold you like that and threaten you? He’s begging for it now.” I turn to leave again, trying to find him somewhere in this massive castle, trying to calm down before I remember the look on Y/N’s face and all the anger comes rushing back like an extreme storm wave. Fuck this.
I walk around the castle quickly, keeping my eyes and ears open for any signs of the snake until I catch something near the bushes.
“No man, bitch fucked me right over. Broke my nose and everything. But I mean to be fair I do like them feisty if you know what I mean.” I hear his voice like venom before he laughs with his friends.
Before I know it, I’m being pulled away by Mattheo and Draco as Cormac’s friends grab him by his bloody torn shirt. Splatters of his blood are on mine but nowhere near as bad as his.
I had stayed quiet during the whole fight, speaking only with my punches and getting my message across.
A huge crowd has gathered by this point and I’m being assisted to McGonagall’s office by Mattheo and Draco patting me on the back with the teacher in front of us. I know I’ll get detention for a month, maybe two, and probably won’t be able to play Quidditch for a few weeks either but who cares.
It was for her and I don’t regret a fucking thing.
y/n’s pov
I walk down the great dining hall with everyone's eyes on me, whispering things to people around them. More than usual.
I take my usual seat next to Ginny and Hermione and look around at everyone, asking, “What’s going on?”. Ron, Harry and Hermione look at each other awkwardly before Hermione speaks up, “You don’t know what’s happened?”
“No?”
“That boyfriend of yours beat McLaggen up so bad he’s had to go to St. Mungo’s,” Ron speaks up against the silence and my blood turns cold as my stomach flips over.
“What?!” I say, alarmed.
“Yeah mate, everyone saw it… he was ruthless. Didn’t stop until the bloke couldn’t stand up by himself” Harry agrees with Ron as they turn to look at the Slytherin table behind and see Theo talking normally with his friends.
“He deserved it to be fair, I don’t blame Nott for beating him up the way he did.” Hermione says before asking about my hand.
“It’s all fine now, nothing major just a few broken bones.” I say turning my wrist and flexing my fingers before turning to Ron and answering his previous accusation, “And he’s not my boyfriend Ron, he’s just a friend.”
“Yeah well Harry and Cho Chang are friends but you don’t see him going around beating Cedric up.” Ron says stupidly, making Ginny tense up and Hermione glare at him from across the table as I take Ginny’s hand under it.
“Hey Hermione do you have a spare paper and quill?” I ask after we’ve all eaten our dinner and most of the people in the dining hall have cleared off.
“Yes of course, what for?” she asks, pulling a blank piece of paper and quill out of her bag and passing it to me. “I need to send a note.” I say vaguely before scribbling down:
meet me in the astrology tower after curfew.
I pull my wand out of my pocket and perform the paper bird charm, passing the note to Theo on the other side of the hall.
We all watch as he receives it, reads it and looks up at me, and winks. He asks Pansy for a quill and writes back:
See you there darling
I smile, putting the note into my pocket as Hermione squeals at me, Harry smiles and Ron makes a face of throwing up. “And that Ronald, is why you still don’t have a date to the Yule Ball. Speaking of which Harry do you have yours yet?” 
“Yep, I do actually.”
“Oh yeah? Who is it?” Ron asks looking over at Harry. Hermione and I give each other a knowing look as Harry says, “Uhm, I’m not at liberty to say.”
Harry gets up to leave to escape the conversation as Hermione and I laugh after him and Ron trailing not too far behind, pestering Harry and threatening him if it's his sister.
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“Hey” I hear a soft deep voice behind me as I stare up at the stars from the tower.
I turn around and find Theo wearing a deep red jumper and red plaid pyjamas, holding two cups of hot chocolate coincidently matching with my red plaid shorts and red jumper with my initial on it, courtesy of Mrs Weasley of course.
We smile at each other as he comes close and asks how my hand is, “All better, see” I flex my hand once again to prove it to him and we sit in silence for a few minutes drinking the hot chocolate he’d gotten from the kitchen.
“So,” he starts slowly sipping his hot chocolate and looking over at me in the dim light, “What did you want to talk about?”
I take a breath before answering, “Why did you do that?”
His eyebrows furrow, “Do what?”
I give him a knowing look and he looks away with a smile in response which drops quickly when thoughts of Cormac come back in his mind. “Guy’s a git. Doesn’t deserve you.” He says plainly bringing the cup to his lips again. I look at him for a minute, observing his long eyelashes and soft skin and look away just when he looks at me.
“Have you got a date to the ball yet?” He says in the comfortable silence.
I look back at him getting lost for a moment in his soft blue eyes. I shake my head in response.
He nods, looking down before downing the rest of his hot chocolate and standing up.
He reaches out a hand towards me and pulls me up from my place on the stairs and says, “Would you go with me if I asked?”
I look up at his eyes once again, seeing a hint of fear behind the blue, “If you asked dickhead.”
He laughs at this, nods and kisses me on the cheek before leaving.
“See you later star.”
“Star?” I say in question, my cheeks burning from his touch.
He doesn’t say a word or turn around, but simply holds out his middle finger, flipping me off which confuses me more until I see the silver ring I made him resting at the bottom of it.
I smile to myself as he walks away, leaving my face flushed and heart swollen.
What am I getting myself into.
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part four done, lmk what you think!!
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restandbloom · 8 months
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Happiest of Birthdays to my favorite ginger, quidditch playing, baddass witch/woman/mother
✨🍻🌻🍰🌞✨
📸 credit @ harryjamespotter (of course)
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For my birthday weekend (this weekend) we’re doing an hp marathon and eating all the yummy wizarding world treats. Honestly, what more could a girl ask for ✨
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aidulusion · 4 months
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GNOME ATTACK
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pairing : george weasley x fem!reader
word count : 1k
summary : it's your first day at the burrow, and you need to clear out gnomes from the garden with your friends.
proofread? : yes.
creds to plutism for the divider!
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You had befriended two mischief makers during your life at Hogwarts—Fred and George. The first time you met them was when they fed a first year some candy which resulted in the poor kid to start vomiting out the dinner he had.
You thought about that incident up till today, even while writing a letter to the better looking twin, that is, George. 
He had invited you to stay over at his house for the summer, and you were more than happy to spend some more time with your best friends. It took a lot of begging for your parents to finally allow you to do the same, but you succeeded in the end.
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It was the day you were going to leave for the burrow, your father didn’t let you use floo powder and put the responsibility of dropping you upon himself.
You packed all your bags, finally got your owl to get in his cage, and went downstairs to chug two slices of bread down your throat because you were way too impatient to see your friends once again.
Your father was waiting outside, you said your goodbyes to your mother and exited your house, a bright smile on your face.
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“If you need anything, just send me an owl.” your dad smiled. The both of you were standing in front of the burrow, all your luggage in your hands.
You nodded, and hugged him before knocking on the door, your dad had left by now.
As soon as the doors opened, you were greeted with the warmest hug ever, which was given by Fred and George’s mother—Molly.
“Hello dear! (Y/N), am I right? Fred and George talk about you all the time!” She exclaimed gleefully, you were completely heartwarmed by how nice their mother was to you.
She guided you inside, the burrow was small, yet it was all warm and cozy inside. You saw many familiar faces, and it turned out Harry and Hermione were there too. 
After settling down, you sat down on a couch, talking to Ginny. It didn’t take long for the both of you to start hearing a strange rustling sound, turns out it were just your two friends making their way downstairs.
“(Y/N)! Can’t believe you actually came!” One said loud enough for everyone in the house to hear.
“—We really missed you!” The other one added. 
You smiled as they embraced you in a  warm hug, you were just as happy to see them as they were to see you.
Ginny interrupted the moment, sighing softly.
“Sorry to interrupt the moment, but mom told you both to clear out the gnomes in the garden.”
She sighed again, looking at the twins. Both of them groaned in annoyance, George looked at you, before looking back at Ginny.
“Can’t we do it later? (Y/N) just came!” George pouted, hoping Ginny will make up some reason to cover up for him and his brother.
“Yeah, you wouldn’t like it if mom gave you chores the moment Harry came, eh?” Fred added, snickering to himself.
“Shut up, Fred!” Ginny shouted at him.
You just watched the whole scene unfold, looking at the twins then back at Ginny as they bickered endlessly.
“How about I help you both clear out the gnomes? It’d still be the same as spending time together.” You questioned them both, a soft smile plastered on your face.
“That’s a great idea!” Ginny smiled at me, before looking back at the two gingers. Their faces were brightening up as well, before they grabbed you and dragged you out of the house and to the garden.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this, gnomes don’t usually find their way in my garden..” You mumbled, quite embarrassed by yourself.
“It’s fine, love! You just need to toss them far enough to not come back.” George explained, while Fred quickly got to work.
When you finally understood what to do, you went for your first gnome. You pulled it by the hand and threw it quite far away. Both of them watched in awe as the gnome flew to a nearby hill, looking back at you once a loud thud was heard from the same.
“What a fast learner!” Both of them sneered at the same time. Those words just boosted your ego even more, you grabbed another gnome and threw it as far as you could..
It was easier than you thought, there were only a few more gnomes left and you could go back and have fun with the rest of the Weasley family, not that you weren’t enjoying this.
Unfortunately, the last gnome which you grabbed was rather a feral one. It freed itself from your grasp and found itself on your face. 
The twins immediately started laughing as the gnome rapidly smacked your face. You were struggling to get it off, but the grip it had on your ears was intense. All you could do was punch the gnome back, as your two friends continued to laugh their brains out, you fell on your back while punching the gnome uncontrollably.
While Fred still continued to snicker, George finally helped you out. Removing the gnome carefully so it didn’t rip your ears out, he tried to control his laugh when he saw your reddened face from all the fighting.
“There there, sweetheart. The immense battle is over now.” He cooed, caressing your cheek which was slightly bruised from the gnome's sharp teeth. You slapped his hand away playfully as you stood up on your own. Groaning slightly as you touched your left cheek.
“Don’t call me sweetheart when all you do is laugh when I’m getting attacked, even if it's a gnome!” You hissed, but there was still a hint of playfulness in your tone. He just started laughing again, causing you to turn your head and go back to the burrow.
What a great way to start your summer, you have a forever fear of gnomes now and you won’t go near an infested garden ever again.
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exams coming up. a very very good luck to me and everyone else who have exams next week 😭
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takearisk-ao3 · 8 months
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written for #SeveralSunlitDaylights & @corneliaavenue-ao3 day 3: speak now
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'But unbidden into his mind came an image of that same deserted corridor with himself kissing Ginny instead…'
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It was a new sensation, this urge, and Harry didn’t particularly enjoy it. In fact, he found it quite debilitating at times. For weeks he’d daydreamed away his first period, missing crucial Herbology notes he had to copy from Hermione later. He’d started taking an inordinate amount of bludgers at quidditch practice. So much so that McGonagall had kept him after class once to ask if he was feeling alright. Not to mention, he seemed to have lost any and all authority over certain...extremities.
It was mortifying.
But today was by far his worst bout of brain fog. He’d walked right past the Great Hall at lunch, Ron having to call after him when he was halfway up the marble staircase. Harry had doubled back, his face heating with embarrassment, but Ron seemed to buy whatever excuse Harry had stuttered out.
She’s Ron’s sister.
He chanted the mantra inside his head for what felt like the thousandth time. The problem was, it didn’t seem to stick. An empty space of time, or a lull in the conversation and Harry’s train of thought veered right back to shining copper hair and secret passageways; his hands on her waist and his lips on hers. 
Every. Single. Time.
Harry tossed a handful of chips onto his plate and hoped someone at the Gryffindor table had something mildly interesting to talk about, but he was out of luck it seemed. After a few minutes of chatting shit, his mind started to wander. 
They were in a hidden alcove behind the tapestry of Grimma Mog on the fourth floor. The stone wall was cool against his back and Ginny’s body was warm where she pressed into him. Harry could feel the slight flare of her hips beneath his palms, could feel the hitch of her breath as he swiped her bottom lip with his tongue–
Ron’s sister! He shouted inside his own head, pulling his own traitorous thoughts to a halt. 
Focusing on Hermione across the way, he tried to digest whatever she was talking to Neville about. Something to do with toadstools. 
“This new experiment suggests medicinal properties…”
“Really?” Hermione peeked over to read the academic journal Neville had open on the table. “Raw? Or brewed?”
Ginny pressed into him harder, her fist tugging at his hair. In retaliation, Harry slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her jumper and felt smooth skin at the small of her back–
“I'm bloody starving,” the real life Ginny groaned from behind his right shoulder and Harry nearly jumped out of his skin. 
She plopped into the empty seat next to him, sending a shoot of electricity up his arm as her elbow bumped his. Harry tossed her a grin that he hoped looked normal, but was probably completely deranged, only to see Dean falling onto the bench on her other side. 
The reminder of her complete unattainability sucker punched the monster living inside his chest. 
Not only was she Ron’s sister. She had a sodding boyfriend. He kept forgetting about that particular obstacle. Probably because his brain was too obsessed with kissing her. 
God, he wanted to kiss her. 
Ginny glanced at him sidelong and Harry averted his gaze, realizing too late he’d been staring. He spent the rest of lunch forcing himself to pay attention as Hermione and Neville's conversation shifted from toadstools to the merits of Moroccan Coriander over other varieties. Meanwhile, Ginny ate and laughed and flirted, and overall tortured Harry to the point of madness. 
But his resolve held. He kept his fanciful scenarios in check for the rest of the day. 
Which turned out to be completely futile, because while he was able to hold some semblance of control in his waking hours, this just spurred his imagination to run wild while he slept.
And like a fixation he couldn’t shake, over and over they were pressed up into the wall of the alcove, twisted together in a hushed encounter unbeknownst to the crowded corridor on the other side of the tapestry. 
It made looking Ron in the eye all the more difficult, and in the mornings, Harry had never been more grateful for the curtains surrounding his four-poster bed.
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grangerhater · 7 months
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he hit me and it felt like a kiss
tom riddle x fem!reader
(no y/n so it can be any female character)
warnings: violence, implication of abuse, toxic relationships, i am not romanticising such relationships and please seek help if you or someone you know may be in such relationship
hurt no comfort
inspired by
The halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were filled with whispers and rumors, but there was one person who stood out among the rest. Tom Riddle, a charismatic and enigmatic young wizard, had captivated the attention of many, including her. As the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, their paths intertwined, leading to a trusted friendship that would ultimately be tested.
She had always been a kind-hearted and gentle soul, often feeling overlooked and invisible. But when Tom Riddle entered her life, everything changed. He saw her, listened to her, and made her feel seen in a way she had never experienced before. It felt like a dream come true, a love story unfolding before her very eyes.
As their connection deepened, she found herself falling deeper into the illusion that Tom had created. He showered her with attention, whispered sweet promises, and made her believe that she was the center of his universe. She felt an all-consuming love, a love that was both exhilarating and terrifying.
But as the days went by, cracks started to appear in the facade of their relationship. Tom's possessiveness became more apparent, his demands more controlling. Yet, she remained blind to the red flags, convinced that this was the price she had to pay for the love she had always desired.
One fateful night, Tom's darker side emerged, shattering the fragile trust that had been built between them. In a moment of vulnerability, she had confided in him about her fears and doubts, hoping for reassurance and comfort. However, instead of solace, she received scorn and indifference.
Tom shattered her trust by revealing his true nature, the very darkness that had lurked beneath his charming exterior. He had the power to protect her, to shield her from harm, but he chose not to, he shattered it with a slap across the face. She was devastated at first, but ultimately reasoned that it was done out of affection, and that Tom's actions could be overlooked. In a way, her love blinded her from seeing any red flags, and she chose to ignore any wrong-doings from Tom. The pain of betrayal cut deep, but her perception had been clouded by her unwavering belief in his love for her.
But she couldn't bring herself to leave him. She was blinded by the fact that someone could actually love her. She ignored all the bad, cruel things he did, convincing yourself that it was just his way of showing his affection.
She was trapped in a cycle of abuse, unable to break free. Tom had complete control over her, and she couldn't resist his charm.
One day, Tom took things too far. He hurt her in a way that she could never forget. She were left broken and alone, wondering how she could have been so blind.
But even then again, she couldn't bring herself to leave him. She were addicted to the pain, the hurt, the love. She craved it, even though it was slowly destroying her
In her eyes, his actions were simply a testament to the depths of his affection. She saw his neglect as a twisted form of devotion, his indifference as a sign of his overwhelming passion. Each hurtful word and cruel action only reinforced her conviction that this was love, that she was lucky to have found someone who cared for her so deeply.
Friends and loved ones tried to intervene, to open her eyes to the toxic nature of their relationship. But she, blinded by her own yearning for love, turned a deaf ear to their concerns. She believed that they couldn't possibly understand the depths of their connection, that they were simply envious of what she had found.
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cassieb1617 · 2 years
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𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬!!
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Just some of my favourite fanfictions I felt the need to share with you <3
Always read the warnings in chapters and the thrid link is always smut!
Harry Potter
James Potter
Chaser at heart -> @messers-moony
Jealousy, jealousy -> @letterstotheflre
Dumb dove -> @lonelyhe4rts (ft. Lily Evan)
Regulus Black
Annoted books & sleek hardcovers -> @messers-moony
Nothing left -> @messers-moony
This one -> @proserpina-magnus
Remus Lupin
Whistle -> @messers-moony
Brother’s best friend -> @lonelyhe4rts
Corrupted -> @ameliora-j (dark)
Sirius Black
I’m losing you -> @messers-moony
Shadows of the night -> @velvetcloxds
Little red -> @sunrisefairy
Fred Weasley
Tired eyes are the death of me -> @alincstarkovs
Memory lane -> @onlyfreds
Plaything -> @theoreticslut
George Weasley
Pretending is a gateaway car -> @writesowhatnext
That’a not my name -> @comfortwriting
Plaything -> @theoreticslut
Charlie Weasley
Under the sun -> @futurewriter2000
This one shot -> @book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure
Plaything -> @theoreticslut
Ginny Weasley
Already perfect -> @robynlilyblack
Acceptance -> @dracossweetprincess
Three -> @slytherweasley
Hermione Granger
Dad, dad? -> @robynlilyblack
George orwell wrapped in brown paper -> @lonelyhe4rts
Three -> @slytherweasley
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Marvel
Bucky Barnes
Carrying your love with me -> @sergeantxrogers
Obvious -> @babyboibucky
Temptation -> @goldenjo
Steve Rogers
Lily -> @
Tomorrowland -> @onsunnyside (has a little bit smut in it but not much)
What a world -> @onsunnyside (it’s a whole masterlist/series but trust me, it’s good)
Sam Wilson
Swiftie in the making -> @velvetcloxds
Sunshine -> @val-made-a-mistake
Above us all the stars are watching -> @val-made-a-mistake
Pietro Maximoff
A bit distracted -> @acciopietro
Sticky notes -> @acciopietro
Sokovian vodka -> @acciopietro
Natasha Romanoff
Oblivious genius -> @natsfirecat
Work wives -> @togrowoldinv
Patience -> @twilight-99-tm
Wanda Maximoff
For love -> @wanderlustpeach
In sickness and in health -> @auraticere
Edge of the pool -> @aves-ery
Blogs you should check out <3
@onsunnyside
@acciopietro
@messers-moony
@velvetcloxds
@celebtattletale
@letterstotheflre
and many more that I can’t tag anymore but check also the accounts that are linked to the fics out <3
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celtics534 · 7 months
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Little Moments That Pass Us By Chapter 8
First Night - July 1998
This chapter is the reason this lovely story is rated M, that’s my only warning ;)
Time for a little spice. I hope you all like it!
Also Read On: FF.net or AO3
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When Ginny pressed him back into the sofa cushion, Harry lost all conscious thought. He didn’t think about how he was at the Burrow, or how Ginny’s parents were just three floors above them. All that mattered was the way Ginny’s lips felt on his, how her legs straddled his lap, and how her fingers were knotted in his hair. 
  It was incredible how she felt. Everything about Ginny was fantastic. After everything he’d been through, Ginny had supported him. Been a shoulder to lean on. She was the only person Harry had felt comfortable talking to. Truly talk too. After the things he’d done over the previous year… the things he’s learned over the last few years… Ginny was his confidant. And he was hers. He’d held her close as she described the things she’d been forced to endure at the hands of the Carrows. She’d told him about her fears during the last three years, and he fears for the future. Harry wiped away her tears after she’d cried over Fred’s grave. 
  And all of that had led them to be here. They found emotional comfort in each other, but also found passion in each other's bodies. Since that first kiss after he’d fled her bedroom they’d reconnected. Sneaking outside to find quiet corners to be with each other. Snogging, talking, touching. 
  Over the last few months, they’d gotten up to more than they had at Hogwarts. Getting to see Ginny take off her bra again had been incredible, but then getting to slide his hand into her shorts and feel her heat… getting to help her reach her climax, his fingers being what set her over the edge… that had been one of the best moments of his life. That moment had been knocked from the pedestal when Ginny had gone down on him for the first time, which had been superseded when he had gone down on her five minutes later. 
  Typically, they were cautious about where they did things. Even with Ron and Hermione in Australia, the Burrow was a hub of people and the fear of getting caught by brothers or mothers was strong. But tonight, there was something that was making them throw caution to the wind. 
  Harry couldn’t put it into words. The moment Ginny had come to gently kiss him, he’d instantly needed more. He’d pulled her into his lap and deepened the kiss well past anything they’d done in the public sitting room. 
  “Harry,” Ginny moaned his name in one of the hottest whispers he’d ever heard. It was enough to pull him out of the drugged state Ginny’s kisses had sent him. Or maybe it was the way her fingers had gone under his shirt and were dipping lower. 
  And there was that insatiable need. Her hands on him, the feeling of her sucking lightly at his bottom lip… it made his normally cautious and polite attitude disappear. His hands came up to run along her sides, trailing until they found the hem of her shirt. It was up and over her head before Ginny could make a noise of surprise. Her bra clasp was undone a second later and Harry had lowered his head so he could kiss her hardening nipples.
  “Merlin, Harry,” Ginny whispered, a tone of surprise and what Harry thought was awe. It flattered and made his male pride roar in delight. “I knew you were good at that, but this could have gotten you into a world record book.”
  Harry chucked against her chest, loving the way she shivered and arched into his warm breath. “You know what they say when people have the right encouragement.”
  Now it was Ginny’s turn to laugh. “Oh really? And pray tell, what else might you be encouraged to do?”
  “I’m sure between the two of us we can come up with some great idea,” Harry said, pausing to kiss his way to her other breast. “But right now —”
  His sentence was cut off by the sound of creaking floorboards a story above them. They both froze. Ginny’s hands were tightly locked in Harry’s hair. Harry’s lips hovering just above her left nipple, his fingers halfway into the back of her shorts. They waited with bated breath, listening. Harry could feel his heart racing a mile a minute as he prayed her parents were simply visiting the loo and not coming down for a late-night cuppa.
  After the longest two minutes of his life, Harry heard the sound of the water running through the old pipes and then the sounds of the same floorboards creaking as the person wandered back the way they came. 
  “Bloody hell,” Ginny muttered, her shoulders falling as the tension seemed to ooze out her system. “That could have been bad.”
  For his part, Harry couldn’t relax. It was all hitting him at full force what they’d been doing and where.  “Merlin, Gin. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have — in the sitting room — I don’t know what I was —” 
  Ginny cut off his ramblings with a hot, hard kiss. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she kept him close to her. “Take me to bed, Potter.” 
  Everything in Harry’s system buzzed at those words. His blood started to heat and his already tight pants seemed to get worse. “What?” 
  “You heard me,” Ginny said, her eyes blazing like a fire. She got up from his lap, holding out a hand to help him off the sofa. “Take me to bed.”
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  Harry didn’t know what to do with his hands. Hell, he didn’t know what to do with any of his body parts. He just stood there like a statue after Ginny had shut her bedroom door behind them. 
  Their discarded shirts (and her bra) were bundled in his hands, and he just stood there holding them. He swore his body had gone numb as he watched Ginny (a topless Ginny) move around her room. He was only half aware of what she was doing, but he was fully aware of her (and her hard nipples). She’d locked the door, he was certain of that. The rest of her movement was lost on him as his brain started jumping from one thought to the next. 
  “Hey.” Ginny’s soft voice right in front of him made Harry’s vision come back into focus. She was standing right in front of him, her small hand resting lightly on his forearm. “About what happened downstairs —”
  Instantly Harry jumped to apologize. “I’m sorry I pushed so far. It wasn’t… I shouldn’t have done that… Right where anyone could…” He was rambling like a nervous child about to get scolded by the headmaster. Harry didn’t want Ginny to think that he’d ever take advantage of her, especially not in her parent's sitting room. “Gin, I would never —”
  Ginny’s index finger cut him off as she pressed it hard to his lips. “Harry, stop.” He pressed his lips together to keep his ramblings at bay. “Look at me, Harry.”
  He lifted his eyes to look into hers. He expected to see anger, maybe annoyance. At least disappointment at his foolish actions. Instead, all he saw was heat… desire. Her tongue came out to run along her bottom lip. 
  “Good, now just shut up and kiss me.” 
  He hesitated for at least five seconds. A solid five seconds where his mind and body were both too surprised to comprehend what she’d said. Then the bundle of clothing was landing on the floor with a soft thud, and his arms were around her waist.
  The moment his lips were on hers, Harry was lost. Lost in her. The feel of her. The taste of her. It was everything. 
  Her body pressed hard into his as her hands roamed from his back to his hips. It wasn’t until her fingers were at the button of his jeans that Harry’s mind started working again. He pulled away from her tantalizing mouth. His lungs filled with much-needed oxygen as he stared at her. “Gin?”
  She met his gaze with a determined look. “Harry.” Her fingers stayed on his button.
  Harry sucked in a deep breath, before swallowing hard. Her message was clear. Actions spoke louder than words and her actions were practically screaming. She was just waiting for his approval. She was making sure he was ready.  
  And fuck was he ever. 
  With speed that would impress a cheetah, Harry recaptured her lips. She moaned into his mouth as he opened his mouth to hers. He felt it when Ginny’s fingers resumed their quest. He nearly hissed as she pulled the zipper down. 
  “Okay?” Her words were muffled against his mouth. 
  “Fuck yes.” The hoarse whisper slipped out without a second thought. 
  Ginny's deep chuckle went straight to his dick. If he’d had any blood left in his head, it had just all completely moved south as had her fingers. Ginny’s small hands had completely removed him from his jeans and were making their way back to the waistband of his boxers.
  Harry’s eyes closed on their own accord. Fuck it all felt so incredible. They’d done this before, hell they’d done more than this before, but for some reason, it felt different tonight. It was… there was more.
  When her fingers wrapped around the head of his cock, Harry’s eyes shot open. Ginny was grinning at him. That grin alone turned him on just as much as her touch. She kept her movements slow at first, but when Harry’s hips jerked into her ministrations. 
  Harry gritted his teeth, trying to gain back some control. It felt so fucking amazing, but yet… Harry wanted more. He wanted her to be naked too. Hell, he wanted to be hovering over her, their bodies pressed tightly together.
  Without a second thought, he took her face into his hands and kissed her hard. Ginny gasped in surprise, her hand pausing and eventually falling away from his cock. With his hands still cupping her face, Harry took the first step toward the bed. Ginny easily fell into step, walking backward until the back of her legs bumped into the mattress. 
  She fell onto her back, bouncing a little before he crawled over her. Harry didn’t hesitate finding her lips again. His hands moved to slide along her sides, finding her sensitive nipples. Harry lowered his lips to her neck and sucked hard at the sensitive skin. Ginny let out a surprised gasp as her fingers dug into his back. He could feel her nails pressing hard into his skin. That was the tipping point. 
  Harry nipped at the pulse point pounding in her neck. “Ginny, I want — I want — ”
  “I want you to make love to me, Harry.”
  Ginny’s confident words came out steady, interrupting his garbled attempts to say the same thing. His head came away from the crook in her neck so he could look into her eyes. Her eyes were locked on his, and the bright fire in them set his skin aflame.
  He could see the certainty in her dark eyes. See it in the small smile curling her lips. So he leaned down to kiss her, letting her fingers curl into his hair as she pushed her tongue into her mouth. 
  Everything in his body thrummed with adrenaline and anticipation. He didn’t know what he was doing, other than he would let her lead him. Breaking their kiss, Harry started trailing his mouth down. Starting at her chin, neck, collar bone, the center of her chest, her left breast, and her right breast. Harry let her noises and reactions decide where he’d spend more time and when he’d continue down to his goal. He pressed a hot open mouthed kiss just above the button of her trousers before his fingers until the clasp and tugged down the zipper. 
  Ginny lifted herself from the mattress so he was able to slide her trousers and knickers completely off her body. Harry didn’t look away from Ginny long enough to know where he tossed her clothing. Her soft laughter reverberated around the small room. It was one of the best sounds in the world to Harry. He kissed her stomach again, loving the way her body squirmed as if being tickled. Then he went lower. Her soft moans thrilled him. She was hot and wet, so ready for him.  
  Harry teased her with his tongue, enjoying the way she sighed his name when he reached the spot she craved him. He added one finger. Then a second. He made sure to keep up her ministrations as she writhed under him. Not willing to stop for anything until she came. 
  “Fuck, Harry, right there. Don’t stop. That’s perfect, don’t —” Ginny’s words became garbled as her body became overwhelmed. Harry followed her instructions as she went over the edge, her cries loud in the late night. 
  When she fell back into the mattress, her breathing heavy, Harry moved back up her body. 
  “Holy shit,” Ginny muttered as Harry pressed a kiss to the underside of her jaw. “You truly are getting way too good at that.”
  He chuckled. “I had a good teacher.”
  She lifted a hand to tilt his chin so she could kiss him. “I’m just hoping my parents are truly asleep or they’ll know how good you are at that.”
  Harry could feel his cheeks heating. He lifted himself nearly completely off her. With a quick motion, he reached into his loosened jeans in search of his wand. “Fucking silencing charm.”
  Ginny laughed as he cast the spell. “We were a bit distracted to remember it.” She cleared her throat. “While you’re at it, can you cast the contraceptive charm?”
  His heart rate picked up as her request registered in his mind. He turned his attention back to her and saw determination and desire in her expression. Taking a deep breath, Harry turned his wand to himself, muttering the incantation under his breath. Ginny's lips curled into a satisfied smirk. 
  Her hand came up to curl around his neck, pulling him back down over her. Her lips brushed just under his ear as she whispered. “Take off your trousers, Harry.” Then she nipped at his earlobe, sending a shock wave of desire down his body.
  Without hesitation, Harry reached down to push his loose trousers down his legs. The cuffs got caught around his ankles, but he didn’t care how ridiculous he looked as he struggled to get them off. His boxers went to the floor much easier. 
  They were both completely bare. Harry hovered over her as she smiled at him. His heart pounded a brutal pace against his ribs but when Ginny pulled him back to her lips with pressure on his neck Harry forgot about everything but her. The way she brushed her tongue along his lips, how incredible her chest felt against his, and the heat that emanated between them. 
  Harry didn’t try to speak as he lowered a hand to guide himself into her. He kept his movements slow, giving her every chance to pull away or tell him no, but she didn’t. Instead, she lifted her hips from the mattress, making it easier for him. 
  The second he entered her, Harry nearly lost it. He’d thought she’d felt incredible before, but this… this was… he couldn’t think of words. Hell, he couldn’t think much at all. It took all his concentration to keep moving slowly. Harry was only slightly aware that his breathing had become heavy as he clenched his jaw in focus. 
  Ginny’s hand came up to cup his cheek. He looked into her face, needing to see she was okay, that he wasn’t hurting her. His chest tightened at the look of pure affection on her face. The soft smile gracing her lips was perfection. 
  Fuck, she was perfection. 
  He stopped when he felt resistance. Ginny, however, didn’t hesitate. Her hands came down to grip his ass, giving him a squeeze. “Don’t stop, Harry.” Her voice was an octave lower and was just as tempting as her body. Her body was so warm and soft under him. Merlin, it would take a stronger man than him to resist anything Ginny Weasley asked of him. 
  Pressing forward he cringed at the intake of breath that came from Ginny. He froze again. His mind and body were at war. Well, one particular part of his body to be precise, but Harry refused to let his dick be in charge. He held himself over her, letting her adjust. Harry pressed his face into her neck, breathing in the mixture of sweet flowers and sweat. His lips moved on their own accord, gently nipping at her skin as her breathing steadied. 
  “Move, Harry.”
  Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and again he instantly followed her orders. He moved slowly. Pulling back and pushing forward. Back and forward. The feeling was like nothing he’d ever experienced. It was taking all his willpower not to explode in the first few thrusts. But when she let out a satisfied groan his brain nearly shut off completely. He looked down into her blazing eyes and was gone. 
  He was lost in her, lost in the way her body gripped him. Harry managed one last thrust before it was over. He came down from his orgasm slowly, his senses returning to him one at a time. First was smell (sweat and her amazing flowery scent), touch (her fingers caressing his back), and finally sight (red hair and flushed skin). 
  Slowly he lifted his body above her, taking in her face. The smile curling her lips was so sweet it made his heart flutter. Her hand came up to cup his jaw. She lifted up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. As she lay back, Harry watched her sweet smile turn into a coy grin. “Well, Potter, I’m glad to see your stamina isn’t just for quidditch or catching bad guys.”
  He felt his brows lift high into his damp hair, his own lips curling to match hers. “What can I say, I live to please you, darling”
  Her little hum of satisfaction sent pride coursing throughout his body. “I’ll say.” When her head rested on his chest, Harry’s eyes closed in serenity. He was asleep before Ginny’s whispered words of love reached him. 
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ginnyw-potter · 3 months
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Not a done deal
Ginny hangs up flyers for a bet on the announcement board in the university's dorm. A tall, handsome guy inquires about it and asks her out for coffee. She likes teasing, he likes retorting. She's armed with a stapler and the metal end of a bra. Harry needs to be up for the challenge that is Ginny Weasley.
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It was meant to be a joke. A bet, really. So here she was, stapling the ridiculous flyer to the announcement board of the university’s dorms.
“How many kids do you have?” a voice asked.
She turned around. She immediately locked eyes with him; the startling green with the dark rim around it was difficult to look away from. He was quite a bit taller than her and had an athletic build. His dark hair was untidy, he clearly had just run his hand through it and thought that was enough—surprisingly it was. His finger pointed patiently to her flyer which read ‘Searching for a dad for my kids. Interested? Call Ginny Weasley’. Under it was a list of what her friends had deemed her best attributes.
She watched as he dropped his hand and looked expectantly at her.
“None yet.” She cocked her head to the side. “Are you offering?”
His cheeks turned red and he stammered through a reply. “I, uhm, well.” He cleared his throat, nodding towards the flyer. “I thought it was a done deal.”
She shook her head and turned to him, crossing her arms with the stapler still in her hand. “What do you bring to the table?”
He blew air out of his mouth as he thought. “I’ve got long legs?”
Full oneshot on AO3
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frost-queen · 7 months
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Sudden attention // part 2 (Reader!Potter x Fred Weasley)
Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia,  @elllie-does-the-posts, @alex--awesome--22, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @imagines-by-her, @vviolynn, @melsunshine,  @evilcr0ne, @floatlosers, @callsignwidow, @whotfskai, @freddieweasleysgf, @untoldshortsofthefandoms
Summary: Making fun with girls about McLaggen's interest in you makes Fred make a move on you, no longer able to control the fact that you aren't his yet. [part 1 & part 3]
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“Did McLaggen really send you a letter?” -  Ginny asked with much interest tapping you on the knee. You hummed loud looking up to the ceiling. – “What did it say?” – Hermione questioned scooting closer to you on the bed. – “Don’t know.” – you answered shrugging your shoulders. – “Your brother fried the letter before I could get my hands on it.” – you motioned to Ginny. Hermione gasped loud moving her hands over her mouth. – “That idiot!” – Ginny mumbled out. – “I would’ve loved to read it.” – it was clear Ginny was bummed out. – “I know.” – you agreed.
“I’ve never received a letter from a boy so I was curious to see what he would write.” – you told them. – “Probably something like your eyes are the prettiest.” – Ginny cut in moving a pillow on her lap. Hermione tapped you on the shoulder. – “Or all I can think about it you.” – she said blushing at her own reaction. You decided to join their silliness. – “Or no girl compares to you.” – you said with a swoon making them snort loud.
“I’ll catch you like a snitch.” – Ginny dropped as you laughed loud. Hermione fell back on the bed laughing her ass off. – “Pity Fred burned the letter.” – she said getting back up, pinking a tear of joy away. Ginny grabbed the pillow hard, flipping it up against her chest. – “What if we write him a letter?” – she suggested as your eyes widened. Hermione gasped in shock. – “Ginny you sly fox.” – she threw her pillow at Ginny who moved her head aside. – “Let’s do it.” – Hermione then said surprising you. – “Come on Y/n!” – she started nudging you hard to get a move on.
“I… I don’t even know what to write.” – you chuckled out getting pushed towards the desk. Ginny and Hermione coming after you all giggling. Ginny sat you down as Hermione pulled out a piece of parchment. – “Start with Dear Cormac.” – Ginny suggested pointing at the top of your parchment. You did as you were told, writing it down. Hermione clasped her hands together at a bright idea. – “Tell him you were flattered by his letter.” – she patted your shoulder for you to note it down. You gave her a questionable glance. – “I didn’t even know what it said.” – you answered.
“Let’s assume it was only good praise.”  - Ginny laughed out. – “Okay.” – you gave in writing it down. Ginny took the parchment from you, holding it up. She started reading out loud what you had written as it spiraled into a talk of making fun and laughs. – “Cormac you look like a star.” – Ginny laughed out. Hermione snatched the parchment from her. – “and kiss like a toad.” – she laughed out as you busted out in laughter. You took the parchment from her, holding it to your chest.
“Cormac baby hold me.” – you dramatically acted out with a swoon. Ginny and Hermione laughing loud. – “Cormac how you thrill me.” – Ginny waved her hand for some cool, ending up giggling. – “Oh you make me dizzy.” – you joked out spinning round. Hermione and Ginny came after you as you fluttered around the room. – “Oh honey, honey kiss me more.” – Ginny called out throwing her hands up. Hermione grabbed a shawl swaying it around her neck. – “Honey It’s funny to say the least you are a…” – Hermione said as you shouted loud. – “Toad!” – making all three of you laugh even louder.
The door opened creakingly, Fred popping his head inside. – “What’s the fun about?” – he questioned. Hermione, Ginny, and you looked at each other, busting out in laughter. Fred chuckled nervously not sure what was so funny. It was only then that he noticed the parchment that had fallen onto the ground. Ginny and Hermione sighed loud to catch their breath sitting down on the bed. Fred picked it up, his eyes widening at what he was reading.
“Are you sending him a letter?” – he called out, his voice almost pitching up. He grabbed you by the shoulders, forcing you to look at him. – “Are you?” – he freaked out. – “It’s a joke Fred.” – you responded taking the parchment from him. – “I don’t get why you are so panicking about it.” – you puffed out, throwing the parchment into the fires. Ginny yelped soft the parchment thrown away.
Shame it could’ve been a good joke to laugh about back in school. – “Are you going to tell Harry?” – you questioned crossing your arms. – “No.” – Fred responded loud. – “My Godfather?” – you quirked your brow up, looking questionable at him. Fred shook his head, waving his hands across.
“I just want to say one thing.” – he began cut off by his mother calling you down. Fred sighed loud. – “Coming!” – you shouted back. – “Tell me later.” – you told Fred, moving past him out of the room. Ginny shook her head judgmental. Fred threw her a childish expression before leaving the room too.
You went down the stairs meeting Molly in the kitchen. At the sight of you she stopped cutting vegetables. – “Y/n darling how do you feel about helping me cook. A little bonding.” – she teased giving you a nudge. – “I’d be delighted.” – you responded giving her a quick hug. You followed her to the counter. She gave you some tomatoes to cut. – “I know this can be done easily, but I just love some old fashioned cooking.” – she wrinkled her nose with delight. It made you smile at how much you adored her.
“So tell me more about this McLaggen boy.” – Molly asked with interest while cutting carrots. – “What is there to tell.” – you responded cutting through the tomato. – “I don’t know him very well.” – you answered. – “But he obviously knows who you are, otherwise, he wouldn’t be interested.” – she replied giving you a nudge. – “His dad is a pretty big name in the Ministry.” – you told her. – “Oh perhaps he knows Arthur.” �� Molly responded. You doubted that but didn’t want to sound rude, so you lied.
“I’m sure he does.” – you told her instead. You put the cut tomatoes in a bowl, moving on to the next vegetables. Loud thundering steps rushed down the stairs. Not a moment later walked Fred casually in the kitchen. He cleared his throat trying to look cool or something while coming over. – “What’s cooking mom.” – he asked coming to stand behind you and her. Molly turned round to slap him against his arm. – “You’ll have to wait just like everyone else.” – she called out knowing he had a habit of snatching a taste.
Fred shrugged his shoulders walking to the table to sit down. – “Do continue your conversation ladies.” – he said casually as if he wasn’t even interested in it. Molly gave him a motherly scowl. Molly and you refused to talk about McLaggen with him around till Molly’s curiosity became so big, she couldn’t help herself. – “His family must have money then?” – she asked. You hummed loud. – “A lot I guess.” – you spoke back whilst cutting. – “That is always good, You’ll be settled then.” – Molly responded.
Fred scoffed loud catching your attention. – “Got a comment?” – you called out pointing the knife at him. – “Sure he can buy you some diamond earrings or so but he’s still a toad.” – Fred responded making you jam the tip of the knife in the wooden counter. – “He’s not a toad!” – you called out. – “Oh yeah… bloated.” – Fred said half smirking. Molly sighed soft shaking her head at her son. – “Have you even looked at him properly. I’ve never seen anyone as conceited as him.” – Fred laughed out.
You came from around the counter over to the table. – “Jealous?” – you asked setting your hand on the table standing near him. Fred puffed loud. – “Me? Jealous? Of him? Never.” – Fred said. – “I know you lie.” – you smirked reading it so off his face. Fred puffed annoyed. – “Na-uh.” – he said in a childish tone. – “You aren’t really convincing Weasley.” -  you said smiling.
“I just don’t think you are one to kiss toads.” – he responded making you quirk your eyebrow up. Fred got up with a deep sigh. He turned to face you. – “Don’t go falling in love with him.” – he asked, almost begged. – “Why?” – you remarked. – “Why…” – he repeated softening his expression on you. – “You know why Y/n.” – he went on. That sheepish smile of his made it suddenly all so clear. Your eyes widened as you stumbling took a step back. Fred grabbed you by the wrist holding you in place.
“Y/n… look at me.” – he asked as you kept looking away. Hesitantly you dared to look at him, suddenly stuck in his gaze. He brushed his thumb against your cheek, sending a tingling rush up your spine. A warm fuzzy feeling you wanted to cling onto. – “Keep your focus on me… please.” – he said making you nod numbly. Starstruck with this fuzzy feeling. You had never experienced a boy taking interest in you so Fred’s entire whole was making you weak on the knees.
Molly cleared her throat. – “These vegetables aren’t cutting themselves.” – she called out. You hummed loud still gazing at Fred. Fred smiled touching your nose which made you blink rapidly. – “We’re coming mom.” – Fred called out to her. He took your hand leading you round the table back to his mom.
You grabbed the knife again snapped back to reality. Sirius was about to enter suddenly seeing Fred plant a kiss against your cheek. – “Oh Merlin.” – he sighed out, batting his eyes up. Pinching his nose bridge he just turned around not having the energy to confront it. You touched your cheek flustered. Fred winked at you making it extremely obvious that he liked you. Molly slapped him away with a towel. Fred jumped around, getting hit as he got shoved away.
"We need to make diner!" - Molly called out. You chuckled waving Fred goodbye. He kept looking you almost bumping against the wall while backing away. - "Go!" - Molly said waving the towel around. Fred smiled dissapearing. He evaporated right behind you, giving you a quick hug from behind before his mom could scold him more. Molly nearly got a heart attack from him appearing so suddenly. He evaporated back before the towel could hit him.
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mastermind, part six
this ones kinda long LMAO SORRY💀💀
anyways two updates in one day, active era fr
this ones the end of sixth year, next parts going to be the start of seventh year
and i thought of y/n's dress for the ball to be like rory's for her chilton dance in gilmore girls but i havent rlly added any description for it in here so feel free to imagine whatever!!
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warnings: angst, swearing
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The next few weeks leading up to the ball pass by in a blur and it all starts off with me breaking the news to Harry, Ron and Hermione.
“Hey guys,” I say putting my bag down the next day with a brighter smile than usual on my face.
“Hello? What’s got you all giggly?” Harry questions, giving Ron his charms homework to copy frantically before we have to go to the lesson after breakfast.
“Oh, nothing…” I say with a grin, looking over at the Slytherin table only to find Theo already looking at me with a smile, making blood rush up to my cheeks and ears.
Hermione raises her eyebrows at me in question and follows my eyes to the table finding Theo just before he turns away to his friends.
“Y/n?” Hermione says warningly, breaking me into telling them everything.
“Okay fine! Ah, you won’t believe this! You know Theodore?” I squeal.
Harry raises his eyebrows as Ron snaps up from his homework, staring at me, “Who? Nott?”
“Yes,” I reply with my smile getting bigger and bigger as Hermione shakes me by the arm, squealing and giggling. Of course, she’d know, she helped him plan it.
“He asked me to the ball!”
Harry’s frown quickly turns into a huge grin as he looks back at Theo and gives him a thumbs up which Theo returns with an upwards nod and grin.
“And what did you say?” Ron asks, deathly calm.
“I said yes.”
“What?! Why would you do that?” He all but shouts.
“Ron! He’s nice, I want to go with him.”
“How can he be nice he’s a Slytherin.” he sneers.
“Ronald! Why can’t you just be happy for them? At least Nott’s got the courage to ask a girl out.” Hermione says, clearly upset as we both stand up and I stick my tongue out at him, walking out the hall with Hermione as Harry shakes his head disappointedly at Ron.
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A few days after there’s a quidditch match and Theo invites me to come watch him play.
“You should come to the match tomorrow.” He whispers as Slughorn drones on about the origin of Amortentia.
“Which? Slytherin and Hufflepuff?” I whisper back toying with my quill.
“Mhm.”
“Why?” I whisper with a smug smile to which Theo replies with a knowing look.
“You know why.”
“I’d like to hear you say it.”
He sighs before surrendering, “Fine. I’d like it if you were there. Happy now?” “Very,” I say with a smile, gathering my things and standing up as Slughorn dismisses our class.
The match goes well with Slytherin winning and Theo flying down to meet me a few times. He’d hover down and give me a smile or point at me after scoring a quaffle.
“Is that Theo’s?” Hermione asks with a smile, pointing to my scarf.
“What? Oh yeah, it is.” I say with a huge smile seeing the scarf he’d given me that night, engraved in silver with his initials.
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We’d started studying together too. Almost every night, we’d meet up at the library with hot chocolate and a stack of old books, simply sitting together and reading or helping one another with formulas or spells.
“What did you get for number 12?” Theo asks, the smell of his cologne floods my nose as he leans over, his soft hair gently brushing the side of my jaw.
“I got uhm…I got impedimenta” I slightly stuttered, clearly flustered as Theo looked up at me with a smug grin.
“Oh shut up you prick.” I say, shoving him into the large stack of books next to him, making them tip over and him getting a hard stare from the librarian as I silently laugh at him.
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“Hey, have you read this one?” Theo asks, holding a red book up to me with gold lettering on the cover.
The bookshop we’re in is unusually empty compared to the ones I usually go to, this one being Theo’s pick for our trip to Hogsmeade. It seems that there was a part of Hogsmeade that I hadn’t explored yet. Or many other people for that matter.
“Oh yeah, I have, it's so good, the plot twist goes mad.” I say excitedly as Theo raises an eyebrow and puts it in his basket, slowly filling up with books.
The snowstorm outside rages on as I scan the shop from one end to the other for the perfect book to read next (ignoring the reminder in the back of my head that I’ve already got a shelf full of unread books at home).
I pick up a blue book titled, “Edera” and open it up, the story inside intriguing me more than I thought it would. I tear myself away from the book, convincing myself I’d enjoy it more some other time when I’m warmer and decide to check my purse for the change for it instead.
Fuck. I left my wallet in my dorm.
I put the book back where I found it, kicking myself for forgetting my wallet in the rush of getting out early enough and going to where Theo was.
“Hey, ready to go?”
“Yeah almost I just need to pay, you go ahead to the cafe I’ll meet you there.” He says, taking his money out of his coat pocket, approaching the counter.
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When Christmas Day morning came, the entire day leading up to the ball had passed by in a blur. Presents were given, food was eaten and Hermione and I had gotten into a massive snowball fight with Harry, Ron, Ginny and the twins. The girls had teamed up against the boys and crushed them in the snow frenzy.
At five o’clock, Hermione, Ginny and I left to go get ready for the event.
The girls got ready in my room, Ginny being in charge of makeup, Hermione in charge of hair and Y/N in charge of the dresses and accessories.
“You know,” I say clasping a diamond necklace on Hermione’s neck, “even though you’re not going with Ron you can still dance with him.”
“That is if he’s not busy with his Lav Lav.” Hermione replies, mocking Ron’s nickname for Lavender Brown.
“Please, once he sees you, he’ll forget all about her,” Ginny speaks up from her place above me, putting a small silver star clip at the side of my hair.
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I hastily leave the common room and walk up the stairs leading to the entrance hall, Hermione and Ginny had left a few minutes before me as I had misplaced my shoes.
I stop at the top of the staircase, looking around for my friends.
Ginny had spotted me first, she was talking with Fred and Harry, both of whom were with their dates. Ginny saw me before I saw her and shouted my name waving to get my attention.
Theo turned around first, his mouth dropped as he saw me(, in his opinion, Y/N had never looked more beautiful).
He walked over to meet me at the end of the stairs and said, “You…wow…You look stunning. I like the star.” he adds on, smiling.
“Thank you Theo, you look amazing.” I smile brightly up at him.
We meet up with everyone else, me giving a consoling smile to Ron who admittedly didn’t look half bad in his robes and Harry who looked amazing in his. We all complement one another and walk in together, arms linked with each of our dates.
Instead of the long house tables that were usually in the hall, there were about a hundred smaller ones set for a dozen people, littered all around the space. We all went around and moved to one of the smaller tables. The dining hall was adorned with a massive Christmas tree, ornamented with white and blue baubles, the walls of the hall were covered in sparkling silver frost and hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy hung under the starry ceiling.
The white plates in front of us were empty, except for a single menu resting on each one.
“What are we supposed to do, starve?” Ron exclaimed as Hermione rolled her eyes at him and said the name of whatever she wanted off the menu and it appeared on her plate.
“Oh, I get it now. Thanks, Mione.” Ron smiles up at her, which she ignores. The rest of us filled in pursuit, eating anything we wished while making jokes with one another.
When all the food had been eaten, Dumbledore stood up from his space on the main table and asked everyone to do the same, he then waved his wand and the tables all zoomed to the walls, leaving the floor clear. He then conjured a raised platform complete with guitars, a lute, a cello and bagpipes.
The Weird Sisters walked up to the stage, exciting a sea of applause, they picked up their instruments to play.
“May I have this dance?” I look to the side of me to see Theo half bent over with one hand at his back and the other extended out for me to take it. I giggle at his crooked smile and take his hand, nodding as he pulls me close to him, swaying gently to the slow song.
“Are you enjoying tonight?” Theo asks softly, looking down at me.
“Mhm, I’m having a wonderful time.” I say grinning up at him as he smiles contentedly and says, “Good.”
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We dance and joke the night away together, completely losing track of time until the ball’s long gone along with everyone else and Theo and I are the only people left in the dimmed hall, laughing at each other's jokes.
“And then he goes, ‘My father will hear about this!’ before she wacks him in the face!” Theo lets out in between laughs, sending me creasing over.
He calms down before I do and looks over at me, fiddling with my shoes in his hands that I’d swapped with his long ago. “I’m so sorry Theo I’m never wearing heels again, I swear.” I had said, to which he replied, “Don’t worry love, I’d swap my shoes with you any day.” leaving me a flustered mess.
“You’re so pretty.” He says simply, smiling at me softly.
I don’t say anything in return but smile and take his hand leading him to the nearest mistletoe, his eyes never leaving me.
“Look up,” I whisper.
He looks up in realisation and down again, eyes darting between my lips and eyes.
He slowly leans in, his cologne swarming around me and butterflies erupting in my tummy as I stand on my tiptoes to meet his lips. His hands wrap around my waist, pulling me close as mine go to the hair in the back of his neck and his bicep, holding each tightly in anticipation.
He lets out a soft groan and I can feel his minty breath on my face but before we can touch we’re broken apart by a shout outside.
“Theodore!” the panicked voice gets closer and closer as we break away and reach for our wands.
Draco appears in the doorway, looking dishevelled with his white shirt slightly unbuttoned and the cuffs rolled up. His usually tidy hair is messy and a look of fear and alarm in his eyes, spreading and overtaking the confusion in Theo’s.
The quiet, calm ambience in the room immediately leaves as Draco stands at the doorway nodding his head silently at Theo.
“No,” Theo whispers softly, his hold on my hand becoming tighter as he leads me behind him in protection.
“Theo, what’s going on?” I ask, my voice coming out quieter than I thought it would.
When I don’t get a reply from him I ask the same question to Draco, my voice slightly louder now, laced with panic as I look between the two boys.
“We have to go Theodore. Now.” Draco says before he runs out of sight, leaving Theo and me alone again.
“Theo, can you please tell me what the fuck is going on?” I ask a final time, almost fearing his answer.
“Y/n you need to listen to me very… very carefully.” He says, his voice breaking mid-sentence and his bottom lip quivering.
“Theo…” I hold his hand and he holds mine back tighter.
“It…I…it wasn’t supposed- to be this way I-” He breaks in his words as he holds onto my hands for dear life, tears gathering up in his eyes, threatening to spill out at any second. He takes a deep breath before slowly pulling the robes that were covering his left arm up.
Black ink, seared into his soft skin showing a skull with a snake protruding from its mouth.
The defaced skin around the mark was red hot, clearly irritated and inflicting pain on him.
My stomach dropped, as did my hands from his and his eyebrows furrowed slightly at my flinching away from him. I looked up at him and saw pure pain written all over his face.
“How long Theo?” My voice comes out quiet and broken as tears glass over my eyes.
“Five months.” He whispers.
His reply feels like a punch to the gut, replacing all my feelings of sadness with betrayal.
“Why didn’t you tell me?! You prick! You could’ve told me and I’d fix it, I’d help you fix it Theo, why didn’t you tell me?!” I shout up at him, my fists hitting his strong chest repeatedly as he simply stands there in surrender until my arms and emotions give out and I sob into his chest.
“You can’t.” He says softly, holding me closer as we cry into each other's arms.
He pulls away slightly, still keeping his close hold on me and saying, “Please, please, go to your dorm, lock the door and stay there all night. Please don’t go out for any reason love please just stay there, stay safe, I am begging you.”
“What? Theo, why? No, no I’m- I’m coming with you.”
“No love you can’t. You don’t get it I have to do this, I have to leave.”
“Theo stop, you don’t have to leave, we can go to Dumbledore, we can explain everything, he’ll fix it I know he will.”
“No I…I can’t do this, I'm sorry,” he says with furrowed brows, walking away from me as I walk after him.
“Theo no…please! Theo stop it please, come back.” I say after him, all but begging him to stay.
“This was a mistake,” he says, turning around with a hard look on his face.
“What?” I whisper, feeling like a knife has been pushed through my chest, impaling my heart.
“You heard me.” he nods to himself, hands shaking but keeping the poker face on.
Pain, betrayal, hurt and anger rush through me, chilling me to the bone as my face hardens and tears stop.
“You’re an asshole, Theodore Nott! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!” is the last thing I say to Theo before he leaves and with that I’m left alone sobbing on the floor in my gown.
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“Y/n!” Hermione shouts my name as I enter the dorm with puffy eyes.
I look up to find almost everyone from our year sitting around somewhere in the common room, some in gowns and robes and others in pyjamas, nonetheless all holding each other as they cry together.
“Hermione…what’s going on?”
“Dumbledore’s dead,” she answers in a broken whisper, “and Malfoy and Nott are gone.” My stomach drops as my brain goes straight to Draco and Theo. They never deserved this, they’re only kids. We all sit around crying and consoling one another before early morning comes and we go to our dorms.
As I enter my room something on the bed catches my eye, making what’s left of my heart drop to my stomach and tears rush to my eyes once again.
The blue book.
Theo.
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