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ginevrapng · 7 months

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you're alone with james in his room, lying in his bed and playing with his hair while he's laying his head on you. you've always loved playing with his hair and he's always loved you playing with it, he finds it relaxing and his hair is so silky and soft.

one of the many perks of him being head boy is that he has a separate room so he doesn't have to dorm with people anymore. he doesn't think there's a problem with sharing a room with his friends but when you used to come up to his room to spend time with him someone else would always be there talking to you, stealing your attention. he could handle when remus or sirius brought people back for the night with simple silencing charms and closing of the curtains but it was a different story when he wanted to see only you and instead you included everyone in the conversations you were having, you might have even ended up on one of the others bed. he wanted you all to himself. now that he's head boy he's gotten his wish and he gets all your attention.

james is so comfortable he could fall asleep. with the combination of you playing with his messy hair, him getting to feel your warmth and your cute squishy tummy underneath his head, he's in heaven. there's no place he'd rather be than with you.

you can tell that james is close to falling asleep due to him starting to talk less and when he does he does it languidly. "mmph, you're so comfy and soft."

you giggle at that, " 'm glad to hear it jamie. y'know if you end up falling asleep i'll do the same."

as you say that you hear sirius swinging the door open, followed by remus and peter. james grumbles at the noise and turns his head away from the door so he's laying with his cheek pressed up against you and nuzzles you. "you should of knocked sirius," remus scolds him.

"oh, give over. it's not like they were doing anything," sirius retorts.

james grabs hold of your waist tightly, silently wishing for them to leave and him to be able to continue nearly falling asleep on you. "yeah sirius, next time knock." james' heart beats quickly and his breathing hitches. is this a confession? "we could of been talking shit about you or conspiring against you." james wants to feel let down that it's not a confession about how you might have been together in ways that would constitute a silencing charm and closing of curtains, but he can't, you're so cute, just so very you, he laughs and true smile appears on his face, where his eyes crinkle at the corners with cheeks raised high.

"you may have forgotten prongs, because obviously i so rudely interrupted you, but we've got a prank planned with snivellus right now," sirius looks at you both and smirks.

"i thought you've been more careful with your pranks recently guys. why are you pranking snape?" you sit up and look at them all.

"because, my dear, snivellus deserves it," sirius replies leaning against the wall. james narrows his eyes at the term of endearment sirius called you, it went unnoticed by you but sirius noticed and smirked again.

you roll your eyes at 'snivellus deserves it', snape always deserves it but james said he'd try and be more careful this year since he's been appointed head boy and remus is a prefect as well. they said if they're going to be pulling anymore pranks they'll be more discrete but you don't think it will be discrete with the way sirius is talking.

"it was james' idea actually," remus adds on.

james sits up and he comes to his own defence quickly, "he a thousand percent deserves it this time."

you cross your arms and look at him annoyance, "you're not going to tell me why this time are you?"

"no, but you'll have to believe me on this." you grab hold of his arm and pout before dramatically falling back on the bed. james grins again as he takes that as a yes and pulls you back up. "are you gonna stay here until after 'm back?"

you shake your head and shuffle closer to him, " it's getting late jamie, i'm going back to m' dorm."

he thought you'd say that but he also had hoped that you'd stay and he'd come back with you asleep in his bed. "alright love, see you tomorrow morning?"

you nod you head and kiss his cheek before getting up, "night everyone, night jamie. please try not to get into any trouble tonight."

"can't make any promises," sirius tells you before remus whacks his arm.

"we'll be fine," peter reassures you.

"yeah, i'll keep everyone in check," remus tells you.

they successfully carried out their prank that night without getting caught. that morning you see snape with bright pink hair and the marauders grinning brightly. james grins the most, payback for calling my best friend someone you wouldn't touch with a ten-foot broomstick when rosier asked if you liked her and were friends. like she'd ever, EVER want to be friends with you, like she'd ever, EVER even tolerate you.

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pogueswrld · 7 months

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*•.¸♡ make up sex ♡¸.•*

pairing: fred weasley x fem!plus-sized!reader

summary: Freddie talks too much, and his girlfriend is exhausting all the ways she knows to shut him up. Softly, of course.

warnings: smut🦢!1!1!1!1! there's plot and fluff, and everyone's of age ofc, although it is hinted that reader is still in Hogwarts, kinda sub!Fred top!reader, like he's whining and panting and begging and shit (bites lip) ANYWAY, dick riding hehe, no usage of y/n.

note: it is 2:59 pm on a Friday, let's see how fast I write this shit. note 0.2: Okay so it's 5:54 pm on the same day, I think I'm done. This isn't edited, but it took me 3 hours to write 😁

He was still talking. Why, in the name of Merlin, was he still talking?

Dating Fed Weasley is fun, there's no denying that, but Good Heavens isn't that a boy a handful. Both literary and figurative. He's got a wide imagination, a never-squelching desire for knowledge, and a big heart. That is a dangerous combination for a somewhat intelligent and never-quiet man.

She's a saint, his girlfriend, and Ginny made a point to always express that to her. "How do you put up with that all the time?" Gesturing to Fred, who was using his hands in elaborate motions as he went on his fourth rant of the morning on the same subject to George. She'd only shrug, lips engulfing another spoonful of whatever ice cream the girls were sharing. "In one ear and out the other darling."

Not to say that she hates it, or that it bothers her- quite the opposite actually. Fred's excited and hyper personality is what made him so interesting to her, it was what drew her to him in the first place. She enjoys listening to him rant, even about the most random things -he stopped her the other day and explained in great detail how penguins mate and how once the female accepts the male's proposing gestures, they're together for life- and she adores it.

Yes, it sure can be a bit much at times, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Imagine loving a man who was as boring and dry as his older brother, Percy? She would have to jump out of Ginny's bedroom window!

Today was her first day back in the Burrow from Hogwarts for summer break, and she was exhausted, to say the least. She was up from dawn, finishing up the last bits of her packing before leaving for the train station with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. And because she's a good friend, she made sure each of her friends made it to their transportation safely before she and Ron were picked up by Fred and George.

In the car, Ron opened the untameable can of worms by mentioning Bill who was staying over at the Burrow for the summer as well, taking a couple of months' worth of vacation away from the dragons and such. That was the spark Fred needed to blast off into a hundred rants one after the other.

He spoke about seeing Bill again, which is understandable, he hasn't been home in years. He spoke about the dragons, which led to his excited mention of his favorites and how he's going to ask Bill how it was training them. Then he turned to Quidditch training, and even though both him and George had left Hogwarts a year or so ago, the both of them still found time to play the game as a side hobby. After that was all done, George gave her and Ron and update on the shop, and Fred went on and on about all kinds of new candies and flavors and combinations they were working on to add to the store by the beginning of next year.

She was understandably tired by the time the Burrow came into view. And as much as she adores her boyfriend, she needed him to shut the fuck up for twenty minutes. But he's so sweet, and his eyes light up when talking, and he gets this beautiful energy surrounding him when he does it that she doesn't have the nerve to ask him to be silent for a bit. So she excuses herself and tries to bury her body under the covers of his bed.

But he finds her there, and he reports to her that dinner is ready, and that Bill is here, and that she looks so gorgeous on his bed, and that there's a strange animal in the backyard, and that Ginny tried to curse the bathroom when he went in to use it, and that he doesn't understand why she'd do that, and that George is out in the garage, and that-

She jolts up on his bed, her eyes twitching as she stares at him. He looks so beautiful, but he's talking too damn much. She cups his face, and he goes silent and stares at her with wide eyes.

"Wha'?" He mumbled, his lips squished together as she squeezed his cheeks.

"You talk too much, ya' know that?" She said, her thumb slightly caressing the apples of his cheeks.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water, and tilts his head ever so slightly. "Do' it bothe' yo'?"

She giggles breathlessly and lets go of his face before pressing her lips tightly against his. "Not all the time, but times like today..." She rests her forehead against his and sighs, "It can be a lot, and I need you to read the room and tone it down a little bit, d'ya think you can do that for me?"

He stares, something in his gaze changes, and he nods. "Of course, baby. Whateva' you want."

Great. Now she feels bad. She sighs and pushes past the blankets swallowing her to sit up on her knees. She wraps her arms around his shoulders and pulls him into a hug. "I love you, truly love you, and I don't mean to be mean to you, and you know I love it when you ramble, but I'm really overwhelmed today, darling. I'm sorry."

Fred wraps his arms around her waist in return, hugging her tightly. It's true that he can't always read the room, and now that he's no longer attending school he's got much more free time on his hands than he knows what to do with. It takes him a couple days to be able to read his girlfriend's body language like he used to once she's home from school, and he feels terrible that he was one of the reasons for making her feel so incredibly overwhelmed. He also feels slightly ashamed of his non-stop rambling all day.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something into her skin that made her shiver and giggle away from him. "Stop," she breathes in a giggle, "It tickles."

He chuckles, his hands squeezing at the skin of her waist as he stares at her dreamily. "I said, I'm sorry I made you feel overwhelmed, I promise to try and do better."

She grins at him, so brilliantly, that he can't help but lean down and capture her lips in a soaring kiss. "I love you." He mumbles against her lips, and she smiles while trying to kiss him back. "C'mon now, love, let's go have dinner."

Her eyes darken; her pupils widen, and she smiles that mischievous grin that he adores so much, and he groans while throwing his head back. He knows exactly what is on her mind.

"I have a better idea." She whispers, giggling as she throws herself into his lap and kisses him with such force that she's pushing him down on his bed. He yelps, his hands traveling to the bed and her waist, holding on to her for stability. Bubbling heat travels across his body through her kiss, and he sighs when her cold fingertips trace down his arms, sending goosebumps across his body.

Her kisses transfer from his lips to the sides of his mouth, his cheeks, down his jawline, until she's pampering open-mouthed kisses across his neck like stardust.

He sighs, his eyes closed and his head thrown back on the pillow. "Please," He breathed, a low whine undertoning his voice. She shivers above him, her teeth grazing his skin in a teasing bite.

She's always hated the effect his voice has on her.

"Please what, darling?"

He whines. It's low, for her ears only, it's a barely-there breath, but his mouth is right next to her ear and she hears him loud and clear. Her panties dampen almost immediately.

"Please touch me," He whispers. His hands gripped tightly to her thighs. He knows better than to roam her body without permission. She pulls back slightly, blinking up at him with a soft smile and long lashes. "But I am touching you, Freddie."

He knows this game. This cruel, cruel game she adores to play. He whines in pretentious of hating his role, but his hips buck, and his cock twitches underneath the fabrics of his boxers and trousers.

He slowly traces one of his hands from her thighs to her palm before letting her fingers rest on his aching cock. He guides her hands to gently rub him through his clothes and he lets out a breath when her fingers squeeze around him. "Touch me there." He gasps.

She entertains him, allowing him to set the pace and buck into her hold. He releases deep breaths and low whines, stuttering moans every time she tightens her grip around him. She can feel herself getting wetter by the second, how his eyes are shut desperately, his teeth bite down on his bottom lip, and her name is gasped out of his throat with every other movement. It makes her feel powerful, it makes her entire being vibrate.

"That's enough." She mumbles, pulling her hand out of his grasp and bathing in his complaining whines as she pulls off her shirt. He blinks up at her, watching her boobs bounce in the push-up bra she's wearing before she unhooks it and slides it off her shoulders. He blinks again and swallows whatever drool and saliva has gathered in his mouth, causing his Adam's apple to pop along with the action. She smiles at the sight and quickly bends down to leave a swift kiss on it.

"Take off your shirt." She commands him, and he does so without hesitation, throwing the garment somewhere on the floor of the room he shares with his twin brother. He watches her hands intensely as she teases him by running her thumb on the inside of her trouser's elastic, before slowly pulling the item down and off. He groans at the sight of his favorite panties on her; a partially lacey red thong that settles up between her butt cheeks. She always told him how uncomfortable it made her, but the look on his face when he saw it on her made every second she spent wearing it worth it.

"You're trying to kill me, love?" He groans, daring himself to take a dangerous leap and push his thumb against the damp cloth, pushing down on where he knows her clit hides. He glances up at her, watching the way her lips part and her mouth hangs open at his action.

"And what am I to tell George when he asks? Death by a red thong?"

He grins up at her, picking up the speed at which he's rubbing on her bud of nerves. "Only if you're the one wearing it."

She shudders, forcefully holding herself back from grinding against his thumb. Instead, she grips his wrist and pushes it away from her. She hooks two fingers on each side of his trousers and boxers before meeting his eyes, watching as he licks his lips and nods before pulling the clothing items down his hips and legs.

His cock bounces out from underneath the fabric happily, it smacks against his lower abdomen and she giggles at the sight of precum beads rolling down his slit. He whines, throwing his arm on his face to cover the embarrassing blush that matched his hair color. "Don't laugh at me, why're you so mean to me today?"

Her giggle grows louder, and she leans down to push his arm off his face. "I never intend on being mean to you, my darling, you just bring it out of me. I'm sorry." She mumbles as she meets his gaze, her hand cupping one side of his face and he leans towards her touch. "Don't hide from me, yeah?"

He nods.

"Good boy."

He whines, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops when her fingers wrap around him again, but her thumb is collecting his precum before spreading it down his length before she works a steady rhythm going up and down. His whines slowly turn into moans. His noises were so heavenly that she could swear her wetness was flowing through the fabric of her thong and onto the skin of her thighs.

She sees his muscles contracting and she stops, removing her hand from him altogether. He opens his eyes, blinking up at her in confusion as a noise of complaint slips out of his throat. But he swallows it back up when he sees her push her thong to the side and spread her folds before sitting on his length, and she grinds back and forth on him without actually allowing him access to her.

He groans, throwing his head back. She's coating him in her juices and there's a delicious squelching noise coming from between them and it's driving him insane. He sucks air into his lungs through clenched teeth and shudders when she allows a single moan to slip through her parted lips.

Suddenly, he's engulfed in her warmth and he hisses. His hands grip tightly to her thighs, hips, and any plump skin he can find. He squeezes her, hissing, and pants until he's sheathed completely inside of her. "Slow down," He gasps, "Slow- slow down, slow down, slow down." His voice turns from low breaths to almost high-pitched whines, and she leans down and captures his lips in a silencing kiss.

"Need you to lay here and keep your pretty mouth shut, darling, can you do that? Can you stay quiet for me so your family doesn't hear us fucking?" He whines, hips bucking into her warm cunt causing his eyes to roll to the back of his head as he nods mindlessly. "Yes, yes, yes. I'll be quiet. Fuck- please, baby, please fuck me."

She giggles at his desperate whines, and slowly rocks her hips back and forth, just enough movement to send pleasure jolts but not enough to get them going. She was testing the waters, trying to see how loud he could get without giving him much of anything.

Fred was losing his mind, he could feel her walls clamp down on him every time she moved back, and he could feel himself nudging against her feel-good spot every time she moved forward. Her wetness made a mess out of both of them, making it easy to slide into her and pick up the pace.

He arched his back slightly, just enough to hint at her to go faster. Because she was starting to feel frustrated, she obliged. She switched from grinding down on him to bouncing, her knees and hips working overtime to not make a noise every time her ass cheeks met his thighs.

She's now moaning, leaning down to muffle her noises by his neck or breathe them directly into his ear. Fred's eyes roll to the back of his head every time, and his hands grab onto the fat of her hips to help her.

"I-" She gasps, pushing herself upwards, clamping down on him tightly before forcing deep thrusts with her movement. "I'm gonna cum." She whimpers, and her legs begin to shake and fail her. Fred let out a loud breath that turned into a whimper before pushing himself up and, with a tight hold of her hips, forced her up and down his cock.

"Wa- wanna feel you. Wanna feel you gush around me. Give it to me, please." He whines, his words muffled into her temple, his eyes closed as her walls flutter around him, her body shivering against him and her lips part in long whines. One of his hands sneaked in between them, and his thumb drew quick circles around her clit, just enough to electrify her over the edge.

She freezes up, squeezes down on him and Fred is gone. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly down on him, the repeated squeeze of her walls stimulated him over the edge and they were shaking through their highs together. Her hands were buried in his hair, his hands holding onto her hips, while their lips interlocked in an overflowing kiss.

A few seconds later, their mouths parted as they gasped for air, holding onto one another as their highs dwindled. He traced random shapes on her bare back while she scratched at his scalp in a way she knew he loved.

He was the first to pull back, looking up at her with nothing but love and adoration. He tilts his head and grins, "Do you still want to go down for dinner?"

She laughs, heartily and loudly out of his arms and back onto the bed. "If you'll be going downstairs for a plate, get me one with you. There's no way I can look your mum in the eye after this."

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deeseelovez · 8 months

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touch

harry potter x plus size reader (can be read as any size or race)

Summary: his love language is touch, and his hands are always on you in some kind of way.

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Harry Potter and Y/n have been together for nearly six months and that six months, she had noticed something.

His hands were always on her in some way mostly; they held hands, him gripping her thigh, pinkies interlocked, when they are, they are more intimate, more personal.

He loved to caress her cheek; he loved resting his head on her, spooning at night, and he loved when she ran her fingers through his hair.

Y/n loves it too.

Harry had his head resting on her shoulder in the Great Hall, "Tired, love?" Y/n asks, and he nods.

"Come on then," She says, standing up, but Harry wraps himself around her, not caring the whole student body was there to see. She made haste down the corridor.

"Darling?" Harry says as they start to slow down as they walk up the moving stairs.

"Yes?"

"Will you stay with me?"

"Always, darling. Will you tell me what happened?" He nods his head.

"Once we are in bed," She nods at his words, and they walk in silence, his arm around her waist, and her arm locked round him, together.

She had to admit she was also tired; she had a long day of studying and tests in potions that she didn't believe would go well. She could think of nothing better than to be in bed with her lover boy.

They both took off their shoes as soon as they got to Harry's room. Harry stripped himself of everything besides his underwear; he walked into the closet, grabbed an oversized shirt, and helped her put it on.

"Let's go to bed," Harry says, grabbing her hand, and they walk over. They now face each other, their limbs tangled together, but one of harry's hand caress her cheek, "You're beautiful," He sputters out.

"Tell me what happened?" She asks.

"I just-" Harry sighs, "I've been in my head about a few things."

"Like what?" She says, her hand now going to his cheek for comfort, and a smile graces his lips.

"I always have to be connected to you when you're around. My hand is somewhere on you. And I feel like you just hate it, or you will be annoyed with me."

"Never." Y/n says quickly, "I have grown to love it," She says, "As I have grown to love you." Her eyes darts away from his.

"You love me?" Harry asks, and she simply nods, "I love you," Harry's hand grips her chin, "I love you," He repeats, and a smile grows on her face as she puts her lips on his.

"I love you, I love you, and I love you." Y/n says happily closer to him than before.

"So, you really don't mind?"

"I really don't." she says, "I love it, and I feel the same need to have my hands on you as you do for me." Harry grins with a knowing laugh.

"Good girl," He says, and she rolls her eyes as she kisses him again.

#harry potter #Harry Potter x reader #hp fandom #Harry Potter x plus size reader #plus size reader

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rottenstyx · 1 year

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im convinced george weasley absolutely loves chubby, plus sized, fat people! absolutely loves! the boy goes crazy, he just find them so hot! just want to love all of them. and he has a lot of love to give :)

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x yn #plus sized reader #hp x reader #harry potter x reader #weasley twins #weasley twins x reader

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certified-satisfied-maneater · 17 days

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We were Written in the Stars-Part 4*

Pairing: Sirius Black x Plus Size Reader

Summary: Detention, Teasing, and Quidditch…

Note: Hope you guys enjoy🥰

Warnings🛑: mentions of injury, acts of violence, mentions of abuse, smut(dom/sub aspects, oral(f), orgasm denial)

Part 3

“You’ve caused quite the ruckus Miss Potter.” Professor McGonagall sighed.

I was sat in her office, annoyed more than anything. I was going to raise hell if nothing was done with what Mulciber did to Lily. Slytherins always got away with anything because of their rich families, it bothered me deeply that the school did nothing about the cruel things they did.

“Professor, Mulciber was choking Lily! I saw his wand out, you have to believe me!” I insisted, grasping the arms of the chair.

“I want to Miss Potter, but there were no other witnesses to the account.” she said, a disappointed look on her face.

“What do you mean? James and Sirius were there!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, but none of them saw Mr. Mulciber’s wand out.” she said coolly.

“I wouldn’t just attack someone out of nowhere Professor!” I shouted, running my hand through my hair.

“You know there has to be punishment Miss Potter. I know these Slytherin boys are well…not the best behaved, but you all need to learn to just look the other way.” she said calmly, leaning forward slightly.

“Whatever, I know what I saw…I’d do it again to protect my friends.” I grumbled, sitting back in the chair.

“A week of detention, and 50 points from Gryffindor. That’s the best I can do considering the circumstances.” she stated firmly, folding her hands on her desk.

“Fine, goodbye Professor.” I said coldly, picking my bag up and storming out of her office.

I slammed the door shut, turning to go to my next class. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was walking, fooling with some books in my bag. I hit something hard, bouncing off and tumbled towards the ground. Arms caught me before I could hit the ground.

“Guess now you can say I quite literally knocked you off your feet love.” Sirius chuckled, keeping his arms around me once I righted myself.

“Always full of yourself Pads,” I mumbled, pushing my hair back from my face.

“How was the meeting? Did McGony go easy on you?” he asked, pulling me closer to him.

“I have detention for a week, and I lost us house points.” I sighed, resting my hands on his chest.

“That’s not too bad, at least it will be with McGonagall.” he offered, his hands squeezing my waist lightly.

“She said she didn’t want to punish me, so I think she knows what they are.” I whispered as other students walked past us.

“I’m not surprised, it’s not like it’s a secret. They’re proud to be in the Sacred 28, my parents thought I’d be the same way.” he murmured, looking down at our feet.

“Siri,” I mumbled, moving my hands around his middle to hug him to me.

“My lovely mother used to hex me when I said anything cross about how what was happening is wrong.” he said quietly, not meeting my eyes when he looked back up.

“That’s all over now sweetheart, you have a place with Jamie and I. You never have to go back to them again.” I assured him, leaning to kiss his jaw.

“You and James are the best thing that’s come into my life….I’d still be there if I hadn’t met you all.” he whispered again, his face going into my shoulder.

“I’ll always be here for you, until the very end. You know you can always talk to me about anything.” I whispered back, kissing his cheek.

“I know, thank you love.” he said softly, tenderly kissing my forehead.

Sirius and I got to DATDA early, Slughorn had let my class out early and it just happened that Sirus was out of his charms class at the same time. The rest of the Marauder’s piled in along with Lily walking beside James. A solemn look adorned Lily’s features, my assumption being that James had told her about my visit with McGonagall.

“I can’t believe McGonagall gave you detention, that’s bloody ridiculous.” James huffed, plopping down at his desk across from Sirius and I.

“Since neither of you saw Mulciber pull out his wand, it makes it look like I just attacked them for no reason. Which she knows I wouldn’t, so I guess that was the lightest load she could give me.” I reiterated, leaning my chin on my hand.

“I wish I would have been paying more attention.” Sirius murmured, looking at me with sad eyes.

“No one saw them come in but me, and you all were preoccupied trying to help Lils.” I said, patting his thigh.

James had turned back to the front of the class, Sirius had tensed up since I hadn’t moved my hand from its placement.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish sweetheart.” Sirius growled while I trailed my fingers lightly on his thigh, going a tad higher than where I was before.

“I’m not starting anything love.” I said innocently, my hand dipping to the inside of his thigh.

He grabbed my hand quickly, giving me a stern look.

“Jags,” he growled, holding my hand in a death grip.

I giggled, leaning back in my seat when the Professor walked in.

“Don’t be such a sour puss Siri.” I grinned, giving him a quick kiss.

“Tease,” he mumbled, adjusting himself as class began.

I was feeling playful, seeing Sirius worked up over me had me feeling things I’d never felt. I loved that I could rile him up so easily. I waited until the Professor turned around before moving my hand directly on Sirius’s very hard manhood, his eyes went wide. I kept my eyes forward as I began to lightly palm him through his pants, trying my hardest not to look at him. I saw him out of the corner of my eye lean towards me.

“You’re so in trouble later.” he whispered, a smile lighting on my face.

“What?” I asked, faking a confused look.

He threw my hand off of him, wiggling around in his seat. He gave me a very angry look when I chuckled softly, clearly not amused with my antics. We were dismissed a few minutes later, Sirius practically dragging me out of the classroom. He pulled me into an empty closet, slamming the door closed. He removed his robe, loosening his tie a little, stalking up towards me until I was backed all the way in the corner.

“You think it’s funny to tease me in class darling?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“I wasn’t doing anything sweetheart.” I said, pouting my lips at him.

His hand went to my jaw, pressing his thumb on my lip that was jutting out. He pulled on it, watching it bounce back. My breath caught in my throat, becoming aware of how close we were. My chest hit his as I inhaled, our faces so close together I could feel his breath on my lips. He pressed his thumb in my mouth, hitting my tongue.

“Suck,” he said firmly.

I wrapped my lips around the digit, sucking softly. His mouth fell open watching me, his eyes clouding over with lust. I bit the pad of his thumb, flicking my tongue over it after. Sirius pulled his thumb out, trailing it down my chin, stopping just where my cleavage started. His finger lingered, looking up into my eyes. I nodded to him, telling him it was ok to touch me there. It warmed my heart that he asked me.

“You’re very naughty baby,” he whispered, his grey eyes darkening.

I hummed, leaning my head back against the wall.

“What are you going to do about it?” I challenged, arching my brow.

He leaned to touch my lips with his, not fully kissing me. I leaned the rest of the way in, but he backed away. I gave him a confused look, earning a smile. He trailed his hand further, the button of my top coming undone. One after the other came undone until he was at the bottom. I was glad I chose my white lace bra today, I thanked my earlier self. He leaned towards my ear, trailing soft kisses down to the tops of my breasts. He sucked on the skin there, leaving his mark behind. I gasped, threading my fingers through his hair.

“Sirius,” I moaned, pulling his head closer to me.

His hands resting on my stomached trailed down, going to the top of my skirt. He looked at me again, I nodded. My eyes were wild with want for this boy in front of me. He dipped his hand in, trailing over my underwear. I took in a sharp breath when he pulled my underwear to the side and laid his hand over where I was soaking for him. He hummed in my ear, his fingers prodding at the wetness between my legs. His palm rubbed against my clit, pleasure shooting all over my body.

“All this for me darling?” he asked, nipping at my earlobe.

“Yes Sirius, please.” I whined, pushing my hips forward.

He hummed lightly, continuing to rub me.

“That’s just too bad then isn’t it?” he said, fully withdrawing from me.

“No, Sirius!” I cried, gripping his wrist.

“Not so fun to be teased is it?” he questioned, smirking at me.

“You’re so mean,” I grumbled, throwing his arm away from me.

“You taste good baby,” he winked while licking his fingers clean, smiling at me.

“Fuck off,” I growled.

I buttoned my shirt back, pouting the whole time while Sirius laughed at me. He tried to kiss me, but I shoved him away. I left the closet, pacing down to McGonagall’s office. Sirius caught up to me, throwing his arm around my shoulders.

“Don’t be so sad love, I promise to make it up to you.” he chuckled, kissing my cheek.

“I’m mad at you,” I muttered, shoving his chest lightly.

“Now you know why I said not to tease me, did we learn our lesson Jagsy?” he asked, squeezing me tighter to him as we walked.

“Fuck you Padfoot.” I growled, Sirius threw his head back and laughed.

I couldn’t help but smile, I loved the sound of his laughter. We stopped outside McGonagall’s office, I turned to Sirius with a sad smile. He grabbed both sides of my face and kissed me hard. My hands went to his waist, fisting at his shirt.

His tongue poked my bottom lip, asking for entry. I touched his tongue with mine, beginning a dance. He pulled away not long after we were both starting to lose too much oxygen, resting his forehead on mine.

“I’ll see you soon love…I’ll be right here waiting for you.” he said breathlessly.

“You don’t need to do that Siri, I can walk back by myself.” I mumbled, bumping my nose with his.

“I know, I just want to.” he smiled, giving me another quick kiss.

“Well, thank you, I’ll miss you.” I whispered.

“My heart already longs for your return.” he said dramatically, fully beaming at me when I giggled.

“You’re insane.” I laughed, pulling away from him.

“Only for you dear,” he smiled, hugging me tight before I started towards Mcgonagall’s office.

Detention went by surprisingly fast. I spent a little time on my homework then helped Mcgonagall organize some of her papers. I cleaned off her wood work as well, even taking the time to rearrange her books in alphabetical order.

“Well, I think we’re done for today Miss Potter. I’ll see you again tomorrow.” she said, laying her glasses on her desk.

“Yes Professor, goodnight.” I said softly, gathering my things then heading out.

Just as he had promised, Sirius was waiting for me. I was beaming, my cheeks hurting from how hard I was smiling. I ran into his arms, he picked me up and spun us around. Sirius kissed my nose before setting me down. I hooked my arm with his as we walked back to the common room, telling him of my very adventitious time with McGonagall. The rest of our group greeted us when we entered the common room.

“I see you’ve turned our Jagsy to the dark side Sirius. How was your first detention?” Remus smirked.

“Boring, but I did actually finish some of my homework.” I pointed out, plopping down on the couch.

“I’m sorry you got detention for me.” Lily muttered, looking down at her feet.

“Hey, don’t talk like that. I’d do it again in a heart beat Lils. They had no right to do what they did, any of us would have done the same. Don’t blame yourself for my actions ok?” I said, taking her hands in mine.

“She’s right darling, if any of us were where Jags was sitting that day you bet we would have acted on the same instinct.” James said, rubbing her arm gently.

“We are a rambunctious group, we protect our friends no matter the cost.” Sirius smirked, folding his hand on my knee.

The week was over finally, our first Quidditch game today, not surprisingly our first game was against Slytherin. James was over hyped as he always was our first game, and he even let Lily wear one of his jerseys.

I was surprised at this because he treats his uniforms like gold, my mother usually having to sneak to wash them. Everyone was wearing their game day gear, a lot of first years asking for James’ autograph. I groaned internally at what a shot this would be for his ego.

My mood soured a little when some girls in our year had wished Sirius good luck with me right beside of him. He still hadn’t asked me to be his girlfriend yet, but given the events of yesterday I’d say we’re pretty much going steady.

“Good luck today Sirius,” Marlene said, running her hand across his shoulders as she walked by.

I glared holes at her back, my lips forming an angry frown.

“Good luck today Sirius” I mocked, putting my chin on my hand.

“You know you’re the only luck I need today sweetheart.” he hummed, kissing the side of my head.

I leaned closer to his ear, gently biting on the lobe.

“You’re only saying that because you think you’ll get something from me tonight love.” I whispered, grinning when his cheeks flushed a bit.

“Care to put your money where your mouth is Potter?” he asked, arching his brow.

“In these circumstances, it would only be for you Pads.” I smirked, his dark grey eyes held a mischievous look as they always did.

“If I get us at least 50 points, you have to do something for me.” he said, staring at my lips before flicking them back up to my eyes.

“And if you don’t?” I asked, tracing his fingers with mine.

“I’ll let you decide on that one.” he said, biting his lip.

“Can you two stop eye fucking each other for two seconds and focus! We have a game to win!” James shouted, his eyebrows shooting up towards his forehead.

“Well let’s head down there then.” I said, gripping Sirius’s hand.

James and I had just finished going over the game plan with our team members, warning our new members how Slytherin likes to play dirty. No doubt more than one of us would get hurt today…I couldn’t remember a game against Slytherin where I had walked away unscathed. I stretched my arms, since I was a chaser I had to make sure my throwing arm was nice and loose.

James did a hand shake with me before we went out to the pitch, something we did every game we have played since we started Quidditch. We were stood at the front since we were the captains, Sirius in line behind me. I looked back at him, and to no surprise he was already waiting to meet my eyes.

“I think I might want you to score those points Pads,” I whispered, his eyes widening.

“Naughty,” he growled.

“Then again, if you don’t….I think what I have planned will be much, much more fun.” I said, winking at him.

“Do I at least get a good luck kiss darling?” he asked, smirking as I chuckled.

I leaned back to kiss his lips quickly, my brother scolding us immediately. We were called out, meeting in the middle circle where the referee stood. All of us rode out on our brooms, circling all over the pitch. The cheers from the crowd always gave me the extra boost of motivation to play harder.

James and I smiled at each other as people started to chant our names. Not to toot my own horn, but James and I were very good at Quidditch. We had been labeled as the best seeker and best chaser the Hogwarts had ever seen.

I went in to game mode, all my focus drawn to the case containing our balls. As soon as the quaffle was launched in the air, I dove for it. I snatched it immediately, knocking away the opposing teams chaser. I had an open spot, throwing the quaffle straight into the hoop. I high fived Sirius as I passed him, the quaffle being in Slytherin’s hand now.

Slytherin liked to play dirty, doing everything and anything possible to hurt the other players. We were up 60 to 30, only having Sirus, James, our Keeper, and I left in the game. Our other team members were being whisked to the hospital. Sirius and I were toe to toe with our bet, him having scored the last 30 while I scored the first 30. At this point, I didn’t care if he won or not. I just wanted to beat Slytherin, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to know what Sirius might have in store for me.

A bludger came whirring past me, merely missing my arm as I caught the quaffle. Sirius stayed close as we tossed it back and forth to confuse the other chasers. I willed my broom to move faster, far enough away I could throw the quaffle, and twist my broom to hit the quaffle in the hoop. Another 10 points for Gryffindor.

My high didn’t last long however…

I was zooming towards our keeper, Sirius on my tail. I caught out of the corner of my eye a Slytherin member hitting the bludger…the ball going straight into our keeper. He fell to the ground with a loud thud, Sirius and I exchanging worried glances. I was cursing my brother for not catching the stupid snitch yet. Sirius nodded to me as I caught the quaffle, I raised my brows to ask for assurance and he nodded again.

I took off with Sirius staying in the keepers position, soaring past the Slytherins that tried to knock me off my broom. Just as I threw the ball in the hoop, a body slammed into mine. It jarred me for a second, having to right myself on my broom. I looked back at Sirius for a second before I felt someone’s foot meet my back, and I tumbled to the ground.

I woke to the sound of yelling, lots of it.

I opened my eyes, seeing that I was still on the Quidditch pitch. A very scratched and bloody James and Sirius were hovering over me. The ref and Slytherin team captain standing a bit away. I tried to move, but my bones screamed at me. There was definitely something broken.

“Sirius,” I whispered, his curly head whipped around in response.

“Oh Merlin’s beard, how are you feeling? What hurts? Can you move?” he asked, his eyes frantic with concern.

“Calm down Pads, to be honest everything hurts right now. Nothing that I can’t handle though, I’m a Potter after all.” I smirked, or tried to.

“That you are sweetheart, we’ll get you there as soon as James stops arguing with the ref.” he mumbled, bringing my hand up to kiss the back of it.

“Arguing?” I asked.

“What they did was very illegal, but no matter, James still caught the snitch right after you fell. I’m not sure what he’s trying to accomplish right now.” Sirius shrugged.

“You know how heated he get’s about the rules, this game is his life. It would be in our best interests to keep our distance even though my whole body hurts.” I said, groaning a little when I tried to sit up.

“Baby stay still, you’re going to injure yourself more.” he said, his eyebrows furrowing.

“I want a kiss,” I pouted.

“You won baby, you can have whatever you want.” he beamed, leaning down to grant my request.

“Firstly, I’d like for you to get my idiotic brother and get me to the damn hospital.” I said, finally being able to sit up with Sirius’s help.

“As you wish,” he mumbled, kissing my cheek.

It was worse than what I had thought it was going to be…..

My tibia was snapped in half in my right leg, my left ankle was dislocated. My wrist was broken, and I had fractured a rib. I was confined to the hospital for three days, Madam Pomfrey told me with that many broken bones a simple mending spell wouldn’t allow me to heal properly. My brother was pissed, and Sirius’s eyes shot so wide when they said I would be staying in here for a while I thought they were going to pop out of the socket.

“Fuckin’ ridiculous…I know we still won, but I mean that was completely illegal they should be banned for the rest of the season.” James huffed, pacing around my bed.

“Doesn’t look like anything is being done fairly here lately,” Sirius mumbled, his thumb brushing the back of my hand.

“Guys it’s ok, I’ll be good as new in a couple days and-” I said.

“That’s not the point! You’re lucky you didn’t break your neck!” James shouted, running his hands through his hair.

“Jamie, come here.” I said softly, patting the other side of my bed. He sighed, flopping down beside me.

“I don’t like seeing you hurt.” he mumbled, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. They disappeared as quick as they came.

“I know, and I don’t like it either. But you know what this game entails, it’s not the first time either of us has had something broken.” I said, giving him a small smile.

“Yeah you’re right.” he sighed.

“I’m always right.” I chuckled, groaning after from my rib.

“I’ll make sure to get your work for you, I’m going to find Lily. She’s been worried sick about you. I’ll be back later Jagsy.” James said, kissing my head before leaving.

“You’re awful quite.” I said to Sirius.

“You gave me a right proper scare love, I couldn’t get you to wake up…” he whispered, staring at our entwined hands.

“I don’t even remember falling, the last thing I can think of is when I turned to find you.” I said, taking my hand out of his to tilt his chin up. His grey eyes met mine, sadness looming in his irises.

“For a moment, I thought you were gone. I-…Fuck.” he whimpered, letting go of my hands to rub his face.

“Pads…” I whispered, reaching out to him.

“I don’t want to ever feel like that again. I don’t think you understand how much you mean to me Jagsy.” he said, holding my hand to his cheek.

I pulled his face closer to mine, giving him a sweet kiss on his lips. He rested his forehead on mine, his eyes still closed. I kissed his nose, his cheek, and his lips again. I giggled when he nuzzled my nose, pulling back slightly.

“I want you to be mine.” he said softly.

“It’s about time you said something Pads.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

“Well, let’s make it official. Will you be my girlfriend?” he asked, smirking.

“I would love to be your girlfriend Siri. Do I get an extension for my winning prize since I’m hurt?” I asked, pouting my bottom lip. He kissed it, smiling at me.

“I suppose, I’ll be looking forward to it.” he said huskily, winking.

“You should go to bed, you look like you’re about to keel over.” I said, brushing my hands through his curls.

“I don’t want to leave you baby.” he whispered, frowning deeply.

“I’ll be fine, you can come see me tomorrow sweetheart.” I said softly.

“Ok, have sweet dreams love.” he said, kissing me one more time before standing up.

“They’ll be dreams of you.” I said sweetly, winking at him.

He grinned, leaving the hospital. He looked back one more time as he got to the exit, blowing me a kiss. I caught it and held it to my heart, giggling softly to myself.

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the spare // chapter twenty-three // death eater!tom hiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord’s triumph, she’s being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy’s younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance’s greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction Universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 3.4k warnings for this chapter: violence, sexual content, intentional vomiting

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Twenty-Three:

But I never do.

My eyes on the plaque, my hand stalls in the air as velvety black smoke creeps across the floor into the edges of my sight. When I look up, I’m in a graveyard. One that I’ve been to all too often the past few months.

“Melllliiiiiissaaa,” a harsh raspy voice taunts. My eyes are as big as saucers when an ashen rotting hand shoots out of an open grave. It’s fingers dig into the stone floor, overgrown nails splitting and breaking as it pulls the connected body up. She says my name again as another thin boney arm swings out, clamping down on the ground to hoist itself out of the hole.

With eyes as white as the pale moon shining down, her stare locks onto me. Her once thick and beautiful curly hair is gone, only whisps remain, light as feathers around her skull. Her hollow, sunken in cheeks drag against the ground as she hooks a leg up over the edge, bringing her dress into view. The dress is dirty and torn, seams undone, moths clinging to the delicate fabric. All I can do is stare wide-eyed at her decaying face.

“This is all your fault, Melisa,” the voice slithers out of her gaped mouth. “You did this to me.” My hand holding the fang shakes and my eyes tear up as her words. I’m gripping the poisonous object so tight my palm feels like it’s molding to the shape forever.

“It’s only a matter of time before you kill them, too.” A blackened finger raises, pointing to a pile of… bodies, each of their faces someone I love. My parents, my brother, Jonathan, Cassidy, Professor Higgins… All of them dead.

“I won’t!” I force the words out, tears escape down my cheeks. “I would never!”

“Stop lying to yourself, mudblood,” her unnatural voice hisses. “They will die just like me.” The same black finger changes direction, pointing to a very dead, rotting version of myself. “And just like you.”

Dying – while it’s terrifying, it’s not my greatest fear. Losing the people I care about is what scares me the most. Sam wouldn’t even know what the term mudblood meant. This is just another vision. Destroying this dark evil soul that’s been in my head for months now sounds like a good first step to ensure that doesn’t happen.

Using both hands, I raise the fang far above my head, the dark velvety smoke has started to swirl around me. A vengeful cry tears its way out of my throat as I drive the tooth right into the heart of the plaque. The fang breaks upon impact, it’s point burrowing into the wood. The vision around me disappears as I blink away more tears. The golden Hogwarts crest melts as a small flame erupts from the splintered hole, quickly reducing to a smolder as it chars the wood.

Pieces of the tooth drop from my hands as I fall back. Professor Higgins rushes forward, kneeling down and pulling me into a tight embrace. I sigh with relief and cry into his shoulder. The change in atmosphere in the room is potent. The heavy darkness is gone.

When I pull back from Higgins, he doesn’t let me go far. His arms suddenly feel a lot stronger than they did before. I gasp when I see it’s not Higgins holding me, but the same handsome man with a pointed face and intense blue eyes. How many times have I seen him now? Who is he? Why -

~*~

By the time I return to the main living area of Bill and Fleur’s cottage, the trio have their heads together over the dinner table. From what I can hear, they’re continuing the hushed conversation we’d started on the landing. I sit just as Fleur brings out heaping plates of sausages, eggs, and toast. Conversation stops when Luna and Dean enter the room as well.

“So what did Ollivander say?” Ron asks me after almost engulfing a whole slice of toast.

I place the dark wood wand on the table next to my glass of pumpkin juice. “He said that it belonged to Thomus Malfoy, and that it’s also Hawthorn with a Unicorn Hair core.”

Ron shrugs, shaking his head. “Everyone from that family’s the bloody same, I swear –“

“Did he torture you, too?” Harry asks.

I shake my head. “He didn’t really get a chance to. I’d disarmed him and we just fought over the wand.” Absentmindedly I go to push my glasses further up my face, temporarily forgetting their absence. “Pretty bummed I lost my glasses.” I wince when my lip stretches too far.

“Zat reminds me,” Fleur bustles over to me. She grabs my chin and turns my face to her, muttering a healing spell with her wand pointed at my cut lip.

“Thanks,” I tell her afterwards. “Do you guys know anything about him? Thomus Malfoy?”

“Wasn’t he one of the ones who’d been in the graveyard, Harry?” Hermione asks. “When You-Know-Who came back?”

Harry doesn’t answer immediately, his eyes a bit glazed over, lost in thought. He blinks after Hermione nudges him with her elbow. He reaches for his glass of pumpkin juice. “No, I don’t think he was.”

“I overheard Dad telling Mum that Thomus Malfoy had been there when the Longbottom’s were tortured,” says Bill from the couch in the living room. “His father had kept his name out of the papers, but he was put on trial as well as the Lestranges. He was acquitted, but it was still a big scandal because he was underage at the time. A sixth year I believe. I’d been surprised because even though I’d only been a first year, he only seemed like a typical Slytherin arse. Didn’t seem to be the torturing type though.”

“That’s high praise for a Malfoy,” says Ron.

Bill shrugs. “That’s all I know.”

I pick up his wand, turning it over in my hand while the image of his seething gaze flashes across my mind. He’d been so angry that I –

~*~

My fingers drum along the wooden surface of my desk, my eyes flickering from the clock on the wall, to her office door. Skeeter’s going to make us late – again.

I sigh heavily, leaning back in the wooden swivel chair. My gaze brushes over the name on the door across from me as it travels above it to where the clock hangs. THOMUS MALFOY – INVESTIGATIONS. Then they go back to Skeeter’s door and I jump up when she finally opens –

~*~

“Dammit, will you stay up?” I say to my wand with an unfamiliar nasally voice while I stand in front of the mirror. It’s bad enough I’ve had to redo her penciled brow three times now, but to have my wand burn me in the process? That’s fucking annoying. I’m trying to curl this stupid blond hair, not get second degree burns.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Skeeter sneer at me. She struggles at her binds, her chair rocking back and forth. With a little wave, I turn on the wireless and Celestina Warbeck begins singing us a jazzy ballad while I concentrate. The song reminds me of –

~*~

“She’s got a pad on 34th and vine,” I belt out, projecting my voice over the jazzy tune and rush of wind from the open windows. “Sellin’ little bottles of Love Potion Number Niiiiine.”

My mother’s voice harmonizes with mine. It’s a song we know all too well. Any time there’s a road trip, especially the one that takes me back to Ilvermorny, this song plays on repeat.

We’d just hit the green rolling mountains, and I turn around to take in my favorite site as we pass it: Beverley Mill’s mossy rubble stone structure. I point it out to my brother, who’s come along with mom to drop me off. Then I turn back to the front, singing my heart out. he next song starts, and I ask my brother which verse he wants to solo this time. When he doesn't answer, I twist in my seat to look at him.

But my brother isn’t there. It’s someone else. As I stare at him, I can't hear the music anymore. The deafening pressure from the open windows becomes white noise. Time slows, my hair in the gush of air through the car billows as it weaves in and out of my line of sight. Long legs smushed up behind my mother's seat, the anguish is plain on his face. His dark curls dance in the wind.

“Thomus?”

~*~

There’s heavy rain, but I can still picture it clearly. The smell of the wildflowers in the garden. The coolness of the shady side of the blanket verses the heat from the sunny side. I use his pillow in my bed to revive his smell in my mind as I picture us there.

My breath is coming in quick as my two fingers swirl around my clit. They dip down and bring up moisture to play with the sensitive nub as I think about how he’d kiss me as he entered me. Hands grasping for mine while he tantalizingly draws out and back in. I’d be unable to hold back a moan or a whimper, just as I am now with my fingers driving me so close –

~*~

My hands stuck to the wall above me, I strain to touch him. Even as his teeth sink into my neck and his fingers curl inside of me in just the right way for me to –

~*~

I tear my eyes open as my hips grind against him. I’m unable to hold back the whimper of pleasure as our eyes keep contact during my orgasm. I revel in the tight grip his hands have on my hips as he –

~*~

“Finite Incantatum.”

My chest expands with an audible intake of air, as if I’d been underwater and I’ve come to resurface. My body drops onto a couch and I quickly sit up, frantically searching the unfamiliar room. The only light in the room is a fireplace roaring with green flames. Thomus is kneeling on the floor next to me, his hands gripping my upper arms. We’re alone.

“Where’s Ginny?” I gasp, trying to shrug his hold off. He doesn’t budge and he doesn’t answer me. I twist my body, getting one foot on the ground, the other under my thigh. Thomus is in my way. My eyes finally land on his face and I’m stunned by his vulnerable expression.

“Where is she?” I press again and tears quickly form. “I need to see that she’s okay.”

He presses his lips together, his thumbs rubbing gently against my skin. “She’s alive.” My eyes widen, and before I can say anything else, he says, “I need to get you out of here.”

Loud music and cheering from beyond a heavy wooden door come into focus. We’re still in Edinburgh. Still close to Ginny.

I shake my head. “I can’t just leave her,” I whisper. More shouting from beyond the door, this time closer. I jump when someone bangs on the door.

His hands slide down my arms to my hands and he holds them tightly in my lap. “I brought you in here while they were distracted, but it’s only a matter of time before Avery comes looking for you, too.”

Someone bangs on the door again. “Oi!”

Shock and fear still plastered on my face, I nod silently.

The hands gripping mine pull me to my feet, and he quickly guides me to the fireplace. He tells the floo where we want to go, and soon we’re back in our own living room.

The sudden silence is like stepping into another world. I pull out of his grasp, walking further into the room. My breathing is rapid and I’m trying not to freak out. I wring my hands and begin to pace, memories of what just happened front and center in my mind. Thomus clicks on the lamp by the armchair.

“Sit down,” he says, his voice calmer than before.

I whirl on him, my finger shaking as I point to him. “Don’t you fucking tell me what to do.”

His mouth shuts and his expression hardens.

“What the fuck happened?” I ask him. “What did you do to me?”

He shakes his head softly. “You know what I did.”

“No,” I say, my voice shakes, my fury rising. The lamp by his side flickers. “You had no goddamn right –“

“To protect you?” he scoffs. “I assure you that’s very well within my right.”

I bark out a bitter laugh. “Protect me? You call taking me a walk through a couple of my most painful memories protection?!” Beneath my feet I feel a low tremble.

He grits his teeth, his hands fist at his side. “It was not my intention –“

“To what?! To remind me that my best friend is dead? To make me relive what it was like losing her?” My face twists with pain and my lower lip quivers. I turn away and force deep breaths in and out. I can feel a humming in my chest, a familiar crack and sizzle. The attempt to control my breathing doesn’t work. He’s a few steps closer now. “This whole thing was my fault.”

He shakes his head. “No –“

My voice suddenly jumps in volume. “Why did you keep me from that?! Why did you –“

“Did you want to see her get fucked on the table?” he cuts, his voice menacing. “In several different ways while dozens of people watched –“

I let out a piercing scream. The furniture in the room begins to shake and topple over as if the earth under our feet is quaking. The lightbulbs burst and the glass from the window shatters, flying in every direction. I shield my eyes, but still feel cuts on my hands and arms. In the dim moonlight I see Thomus whip out his wand.

“Expelliarmus!” I desperately yell and his wand goes flying out of his hand with a flash of red light. I don’t see where it lands and I don’t bother to look. My eyes are glued to him, watching the white hot anger set in his face.

“Enough!” he hisses venomously, taking advancing steps towards me. “You need to calm the fuck down and just listen.”

“No!” I concentrate on giving him jelly legs, but it doesn’t work, so I say it out loud. “Locomotor Wiggly!” It works this time and he falls to his knees just before he reaches me.

I step forward and run my fingers through the hair at the top of his head, grasping it tightly to force his head back. I make sure he’s looking me dead in the eyes when I say, “Legillimens.”

The walls Thomus’s Occlumency built are strong and sturdy, determined to keep me out. My magic might be out of control right now, but it’s far from weak. I find my way in like a plant growing out of a crack in the sidewalk.

Once I’m in, I have a difficult time catching onto any of his memories for long. Whenever I think I have a grasp on one, he quickly yanks it away as if it were tied to a string. I get brief flashes of a younger Bellatrix, a younger Lucius, and even a young Draco shoving his small blond head into a Chaser’s helmet. A young woman with long dark hair and bright blue eyes smiles at Thomus as they sit together reading a book.

I know the memory I’m looking for. I know where it is. But now that I’m here I’m afraid of actually seeing it. Maybe he’d been right to keep it from me.

Anger flares up inside of me as I remember the memories he put me in, making me relive Sam’s death. At the thought of Sam, a memory opens up.

Voldemort’s voice slithers into my mind. “Find the filth,” he says. “Tell no one of your mission.”

Thomus’s head bows. “Yes, my Lord.”

Flashes of Sam’s face pop up in different memories. First in photos, then her name across documents, and then in person. He visits the coffee shop she works at, making sure to order from her. Thomus returns to Voldemort, relaying to him her location.

Pure shock and his own force pushes me out of his head. With a gasp I fall back, glass pieces digging into wherever my skin makes contact with the floor. Thomus has retrieved his wand, the jelly leg jinx worn off, and he forces me onto my back. He crawls on top of me so my arms are pinned. I can’t move under his weight. With a wave of his wand, he conjures a familiar vial of minty potion.

“No!” I cry with tears in my eyes. He presses the vial to my mouth, but I refuse to open it. So he pinches my nose shut and I’m forced to open my mouth to breathe. While the one vial is being poured, he conjures an identical one, and forces me to drink that one as well. The crackle and burn of my magic I’d felt before fades into non-existence.

Once I’ve swallowed it all, he releases me, moving away from me until his back is against the couch. I force myself to roll onto my knees, bracing on one hand, the other shoving two fingers as deep into my mouth as they’ll go. I know the potion’s already taken effect, but I’m desperate and it’s worth a fucking shot.

The moment Thomus hears my initial gag and sees my body heave, he’s on me again. He grabs my arms and yanks me until I fall back against the couch with him. His arms around me hold mine down as I continue to struggle against him.

“Melisa,” he says in my ear. My throat tightens because this is the first time I’ve ever heard him say my name and it only makes me want to cry more. “If you don’t calm down –“

“You’ll what?” I pant. I finally pull enough strength to elbow him in the ribs and he releases me with a painful groan. “What more could you do to me?”

I don’t pull away from him completely. I only move enough so I’m leaning against the couch instead of him, our legs still entwined. My body sags from exhaustion and my eyes close as my hands come up to cover my face. “Why did it have to be you?” I sob.

“I did what the Dark Lord commanded me to do,” I hear him say after a long moment.

“Why her?” I whisper.

I feel the couch move as his body sags against it as well. “I don’t know,” he says, his voice barely louder than my whisper. “I didn’t know that’s what he wanted her for.”

Sniffling loudly into the darkness, I use the sleeve of my dress to wipe away leakage from my nose. My hands fall into my lap. Emotional numbness is starting to spread through me. Emotional exhaustion might be more accurate. Another long moment passes before he speaks again.

“Did the Dark Lord see those?”

It takes me a moment to realize what he was talking about. The memories Voldemort would care about.

“No,” I reply, my voice emotionless. “I used Occlumency to hide and replace them.”

“Replace?” he repeats.

“I made alternate versions of what happened, like imaginary ones,” I explain. I turn my face towards him, trying to read his expression in the dark. “Like those ones with… you and me.”

His eyes are on my hands in my lap. “Why didn’t I see those?” he asks.

“It takes a lot of concentration. I had no idea what was happening until –“

“Right,” he cuts in. “Until it was over.”

I nod. I expect him to ask me more questions, but he doesn’t and it’s a relief. The things he saw… I dread having to explain it all to him.

Before he can change his mind and before I feel another round of batshit desperation, I push away from the couch. As I untwist our legs, I wonder if this will all look better in the morning. If I can look at things with a fresh mind.

I leave him sitting in the destroyed living room and go upstairs to bed.

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request game!!

💖 which mcu/hp character would you be with? send me a bio of you - try to make it at least a paragraph long. include your name, romantic & sexual orientation, your hobbies and interests, extrovert/ambivert/introvert and how you are around friends. include any other details you can think of. (i can do other fandoms too, just look at who i write for and you'll see what fandoms i write for as well! then you can just request that fandom instead of mcu/hp)

🎧 send me a song, one writing prompt you can find on tumblr (i recommend @novelbear blog, they have amazing prompts <333), and a character from my who I write for list. i'll write a fic for that!!

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ginevrapng · 9 months

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the first time james saw you he lost interest in any other girl, you just looked so soft, so adorable. he wanted to keep you all to himself, away from prying eyes. before you he would tell people he doesn't have a type because before you he didn't, now though, well it's a different story, he just wants to wrap his arms around your plush waist and never let you go. he would gladly die between your thick thighs, buried between them.

one day you came into class and he figures that you must have run out of clothes to wear so you had to wear some of your old ones and that may have been one of the happiest days in his life. your shirt too tight and your skirt too short. he could see how the fabric and buttons of the shirt was struggling to stay covering your chest and your skirt short enough that james could see light stretch marks covering your skin, but also long enough to not cause a scene. no one else took notice of your attire that day, but james did. he couldn't help it, and he swears he tried to look away but he just couldn't, you're just so beautiful. he felt like a creep but he couldn't pay attention to anything else, he wanted to delicately trace your stretch marks with his fingertips. he wanted to do things that he'd never say out loud.

james wants to pull you down into his lap while he see's you making your way to your own table in the great hall. he wants to feel your body pressed against his and smell your sweet perfume. he knows you'd complain about being too heavy, he's overheard you mention it before, about how you think you're too heavy to get picked up or be on top of someone. james wants to impress you, to show you that he can, because of course he can pick you up and of course you're not too heavy for him, you're perfect the way you are and he's strong enough to lift anything and everything. he'd carry you with one hand all the way up a mountain if it would impress you and get you to notice him.

he wants to pinch your chubby cheeks and wants to kiss your forehead. he wants you.

his friends obviously notice this new attraction james has towards this girl but chosen not to mention, that is until he started to constantly bring you up and gushes to them about how perfect and cute you are. this getting very mixed reviews from his friends, lily having pity for you, aware of how he gets when he likes someone, sirius constantly teasing him about you, mary saying how nice you sounded, remus seemed mostly indifferent to the whole thing, marlene telling him to make a move. if james was honest he didn't take much notice of the teasing or the annoyance that they had because he kept bringing you up, he just needed to tell everyone about how amazing you are.

james knows how to pine after a girl and god does he do exactly that and he makes that very known to you. at first you were wary and skeptical of this sudden attention the famous gryffindor quidditch captain bestowed on you, he was one of the most popular students in hogwarts but after a while james broke down your walls with his charming smile and his acts of kindness, walking you to classes and pulling pranks on anyone who says nasty comments about you weight.

soon enough you end up in wrapped in red and gold on your way to support him in a match, his scarf keeping you warm from the harsh weather. after his win you end up running into his arms, congratulating him as he spins you around, you complain that he's sweaty, causing him to chuckle.

cupping your cheek, he lowers his voice and whispers to you, "you're my good luck charm, 'course i won." your face heats up and you shyly smile up at him. "what would i do without my good luck charm. you wanna be m' good luck charm always doll? wanna be mine?" he tucks some of your hair behind your ear, leaning in even closer, " 'cause i'm already yours. no one else for me doll." soon enough you accept to be his girlfriend, on the condition that he takes a shower straight away.

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redroomwidows · 2 years

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Hello!! I just read all of the one shots you did for HP characters and I’m actually obsessed with your writing! I was wondering if you could do a one shot (James Potter & Female character, plus size if you are totally cool with that) I apologize if this is too long!!

James needs tutoring and he is partnered with hufflepuff!reader and she’s just so happy and super sweet to anyone and an air head. He starts to develop a crush as she helps him get his grades up (she obviously doesn’t notice) and he notices that people constantly use her and make snide comments about her behind her back and he just becomes super protective. He is always around her and one day he hears someone insulting her to the max because she accidentally bumped into them and he just goes off and starts a fight. They get caught and as he’s sent to Pomfrey to get fixed up she’s just questioning why he did that and it wasn’t worth it and he confesses his feelings and tells the reasoning and reader just goes wide eyed and starts tearing up and she confesses her feelings for him and why she never told him ( she never thought he would like her for her weight) and he just kisses her and next day he shows her off (arm around the shoulder, kissing her face, all the cutesie stuff) and all is right with the world.

Hey! Thank you, thank you! Totally cool with plus size, I would class myself as plus size! I ended up not saying if the reader was a Hufflepuff or not. I'm sorry that this isn't exactly what you wanted, I kind of just started writing, I'm not even sure if it's good or not lol. It's more of a drabble than one shot. I didn't do the ending because idk, I liked how it ended. I'm rambling now so bye -

James Potter x fem!reader

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James Potter was smart, very, incredibly smart, but he just could not wrap his head around herbology. Luckily, Y/N L/N was in his class, and she seemed to have a way with plants.

“But why does it do that?” James is sitting on the floor, opposite his tutor.

“I don’t know,” she shrugs “For the exam we only need to know what it does, not why,” Y/n doesn’t bat an eye, continuing to doodle on her notepad, while James has practically an entire essay scribbled, she has plants, flowers and vines covering her page.

Y/N had been tutoring James for a few weeks now, and already James had shown incredible improvement in class, he’s also shown improvement in his chasing of Lily Evans. James had a new crush, an actual crush, on Y/n.

“Hey, do you wanna head to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“Yeah!” Y/n looks up and sees the clock on the wall “Oh! I have Transfiguration next!”

“No babe you don’t,” James corrects, no malice in his voice “we have Herbology,”

“Oh,” Y/n looks embarrassed, and James is quick to correct that

“Come on, let’s go,” he stands and puts his hand out for Y/n to grab.

On their way to Herbology, James hears a few whispers behind them, but Y/n doesn’t notice. James had picked up on it a few times, and it annoyed him, but he didn’t say anything for the sake of Y/n. She’d never noticed before and James didn’t want her to suddenly notice because of him. But still, it wasn’t fair, these people were rude, disrespectful -

“Oh! Sorry!” Y/n’s bumped in to someone, a Slytherin

“Watch where you’re going!” the boy shouts “You’re taking up half the hallway!”

“Oi!” James raises his voice, stepping in front of Y/n “Don’t talk to her like that!”

“I’ll talk to her however I want,” and that’s it, that’s when James’ fuse breaks, and his arm swings in front of him, catching the Slytherin in the jaw.

“James!” Y/n tries to pull him back, but naturally, the Slytherin has fought back, and now the hallway is filled with cheering, many of them for James.

“Get ‘im James!”

“Slytherin vs Gryffindor!”

Really, everyone should have seen what was coming. James won, naturally, but he was the one staying in the hospital wing overnight.

“Lots of people call me stupid,” Y/n is sat next to James, eating Bertie Botts

“Don’t say that-”

“But you’re the one who got in a fight in the middle of a halfway, making us miss the Herbology test,”

“That’s what you’re concerned about? Y/n he insulted you in the middle of the school, he was rude,”

“I don’t get why you had to fight him,” Y/n shrugs, spitting out a bean into her hand

“Vomit?” James asks

“Apple,” she grimaces and James laughs “Why did you punch him?”

“I told you; he insulted you,” Y/n raises an eyebrow, still not understanding it “Y/n…You’re amazing, you shouldn’t have to take these insults,”

Y/n is quiet, seemingly contemplating something “Why do you care?”

“Because I like you! You’re smart and pretty and funny and amazing and did I mention pretty?”

“Pretty…?”

“Gorgeous, stunning, beautiful-” Y/n laughs, heat rushing to her cheeks “I really like you Y/n,” James sits up, grabbing her hands “and I’d really like to kiss you if that’s okay,”

“It’s okay,” she smiles “Really okay,”.

#james potter x reader #hp x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #marauders x reader #the marauders x reader

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a-constant-gay-panic · 2 years

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My masterlist!

Genres I'll write:

fluff

angst

smut

I can and will ignore/not write something (even if it is one of the genres listed above) if I see fit. this could be due to me not feeling comfortable writing about it, finding it offensive/insensitive etc. if that is the case, please just accept the fact and move on.

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Type of fics I'll write:

one shots

drabbles

imagines

song!fics

multi chapter fics

AUs

dark!fics

Not sure if I'm missing anything.

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Who I'll write for:

— Golden trio era —

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Cedric Diggory

Pansy Parkinson

Draco Malfoy (depending on the request)

— Marauders era —

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Lily Evans

Peter Pettigrew

— General/non specific era —

Bellatrix Black/Lestrange

Tom Riddle

Narcissa Black/Malfoy

— Losers Club —

Beverly Marsh

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

Stanley Uris

Mike Hanlan

Eddie Kaspbrak

Ben Hanscom

— Bowers Gang —

Henry Bowers

Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter

Reginald (Belch) Huggins

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

001 / Henry Creel

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

Will Byers

OTHER FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

Peter Parker (tasm & mcu)

Wanda and Pietro Maximoff (mcu)

Elio Perlman (cmbyn)

Hal (The king)

Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Rodrick Heffley (diary of a wimpy kid)

CELEBRITIES

Either because I write for their fictional character/s or because I just feel like it:

Jenna Ortega

Sadie Sink

Sophia Lillis

Timothée Chalamet

Finn Wolfhard

Zendaya

Other than that, it all depends on said celebrity. If they’re not on the list, ask and I’ll get back to you.

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Types of Readers I’ll write for:

In regards to fluff, smut and angst:

fem!reader

gn!reader

male!reader (however I'm not the most experienced in this)

plus sized!reader

In regards to smut, specifically, I will write sub!reader but primarily dom!reader as I have more experience with this.

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What I will not write about:

Sexual harassment/abuse

Self Harm

ED's

Con-noncon / noncon

Illegal age gaps (a minor and an adult together)

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Things to include when making a request:

who you want to be in it

what kind of fic you want

any specific reader you had in mind

a basic idea / summary of what you want it to be about

any prompts from my prompt list (optional)

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lizard-on-a-window-pane · 1 year

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some info about requesting; characters (scroll to the bottom to skip!), fic types, etc:

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sirius x reader

remus x reader

wolfstar

wolfstar x reader

james potter x reader

but i am open to writing for other characters x reader — will be based on whether i know the character / know them enough for inspiration to strike — some ideas for other suggestions…

star wars ~

poe dameron

cal kestis

marvel ~

tasm!peter

billy russo

bucky barnes

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tangerine

dean winchester

other hp ~

fred weasley

theseus scamander

sebastian sallow

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level of specificity up to you; i encourage requesting tropes, specific au's, etc

lmk if you prefer blurb or one-shot length, and i'll see what i can do

for marauders requests, it’s helpful for me if you lmk if you want hogwarts age / aged up, magical / non-magical au

i try to keep my reader character inclusive, but i can make it more specific upon request; i'm comfortable writing fem!reader or plus size!reader, others would depend

i'm happy to interact with you even if i don't feel confident fulfilling your request so don’t be shy with asks!

thanks for reading, and please send me inspiration!! much love 💜

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Draco Malfoy x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1557 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Draco finds himself enthralled by a witch how dabbles in a strange kind of magic.

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Draco had always thought of magic literally.

It was something that he could conjure up with a swish of his wand or a few well placed words. That was all magic was to him, but that was before he met you.

You were a pure blood witch, same as him, but you didn’t practice magic in the same way. Instead of incantations and spell books, you spelled things like quills and paintbrushes, using those mediums to practice.

It was foolish.

Most of the students at Hogwarts thought so, but you didn’t pay them any mind. You just doodled away in your leather bound book, your quill scribbling who knows what.

That should have been it.

You were a strange little witch who would never make much sense to him, but no matter how much Draco tried, he couldn’t take his eyes away from you.

He wanted to understand, he wanted to know what it was that held your attention so fully but he couldn’t make himself approach you.

All throughout school, Draco had watched the other students, a lot of them his own friends, torment you for your odd hobby and he knew that you would likely associate him with them.

…And he couldn’t blame you.

There was no reason for you to think any differently.

You two were in two very different social circles, with different expectations and different lives. In fact, most of your friends had suffered some of Draco’s snide remarks for things similar to what you were doing.

It wasn’t like he had been the most kind to anyone in his past.

Still, that didn’t change the fact that he was desperate to get to know you. It got so bad that he couldn’t even focus on the other things…

Like conversation around him, for example.

“Draco? Are you alright, mate?” Blaise asked, unsure what had the blonde so preoccupied. He usually was all over their small conversation to pass the time.

-But right now, he seemed to be a million miles away.

“I’m fine, don’t you bother yourself about it” he snapped, annoyed at the sudden interrogation. Perhaps it was because he was concerned about being caught staring at you, but it seemed like they already knew.

Luckily, Malfoy was only being paranoid. All of his friends were far too caught up in their own lives to give any care to who he was staring at, though if they had been, it would have been simple to catch him in the act.

In fact, Draco was surprised that you had yet to notice.

Just as it had started, the conversation sparked to life around him again, no one really wanting to ask the male what had made him so upset. Knowing Draco it could have been anything and the other Slytherin students didn’t want to open that can of worms.

Something that Draco was glad for.

Of all the things busying his mind, he didn’t need to worry about whatever Pansy was complaining about or what girl Blaise had recently gone out with.

He had something much more important to think about...you.

Draco couldn’t help but wonder what you thought about him. He had never had the privilege of actually talking to you, so his guess was as good as anyones.

However, that didn’t stop the curiosity from eating at him.

Did you think he was the lowlife slime that so many of the others did? Did you think that he was some rich kid with nothing else to offer? He had no idea but neither option was what he was hoping for.

The blonde would have done anything to prove that he wasn’t what they said he was, but he didn’t have that luxury. No amount of money or anger could make you understand the things he was thinking.

Nothing would ever make it easier…

If Draco wanted to talk to you, he would have to just summon the courage to do it. He just wasn’t sure when a chance like that would present itself.

...Until you two found yourselves together in the library.

Draco was trying to brush up on some of the more obscure spells that could be found in those old dusty books toward the back of the library and you frequented that place, as it was more private and calm than other parts of the grounds.

You had always liked it there, a fact that Draco actually was unaware of.

He found himself studying you when you two were in the same spaces but he didn’t seek you out like some sort of creep. Not to mention that he didn’t enjoy the library like you.

You were sitting at one of the tables, focusing on whatever you had created minding your own business when Draco appeared. He was winding through the shelves, instantly panicking when he saw you.

He hadn’t expected to see you here.

There was no good reason for his assumption but he just hadn’t given the issue that much thought. However, now that you were in front of him, it made sense that you would be.

He’d never seen you at the get togethers or parties that were thrown here, so you had to be somewhere. He reasoned this must have been where you always were.

It almost brought a smile to his face.

“You can not sneak up on me, Malfoy. I have eyes everywhere” you grinned, looking up from your page with a shy smile on your face.

You had no idea what he was here for, or why he wouldn’t just approach you with whatever business he had, but you didn’t care. The fact of the matter was that you’d caught him and there was no hiding now.

Slowly the man came out from the stacks, unsure what you meant. You certainly didn’t have any way of seeing him before but it all made sense when you turned over your notebook, showing him what was stenciled in there.

They were eyes, enough to cover the entire page, looking around and blinking as the ink dried.

...It was the most astounding thing he’d ever seen.

“How did you do that?” he asked, sure that he’d never seen anything like that. Whatever magic you were using, Draco had no idea where you’d learned it.

You were shocked by the tone in his voice above all else. It wasn’t demanding or aggressive as you would have thought. Instead, his words were soft, and unsure. It was almost vulnerable.

You never would have guessed that he was even capable of something like that.

“The ink is magic” you winked, a humor in your voice that told him that you weren’t as upset by his intrusion as he thought you would be.

In fact, you seemed to be having fun with him.

“I assumed that, but where did you learn it?” Draco tried, crossing the room to where you were sitting now, inviting himself to sit across from you.

He was talking to you, finally, but it wasn’t tense or strangled as he thought it may be. In all honesty, you and the male were deep in conversation before you could even take in the depth of it.

You had never thought it would happen, and you knew that it had never gone down like this in your mind. You always thought that Draco would tease you for your odd spells, but he actually wanted to know.

He wanted you to teach him.

It was a strange development but neither of you really seemed to mind. In fact, Draco found himself more and more enthralled with each word you spoke.

The way you looked at the world was so beautiful, like nothing he’d ever even thought about before and every word you spoke was a revelation for him.

It was like every thought he’d ever had about you was only made that much more intense with actually speaking to you. It was incredible and before he knew what he was doing, Draco spoke,

“Would you like to spend lunch with me tomorrow?”

You had been telling him about how the expression magic worked but he’d interrupted for that? You were almost unsure if it was actually happening.

Maybe this had all been some cruel joke and as soon as you answered, all of his friends would appear to taunt you. It would be cruel for sure, but you didn’t know Draco well enough to say that he wouldn’t do it.

You had just started talking a few hours ago.

“I’m sure all of your friends would find that very funny” you commented, looking away from his face to your book again. You didn’t want to look at him, because you knew if you did, you would be tempted to agree.

...You wouldn’t be made a fool of, even if you did want to agree to his offer.

Draco shook his head, before you could get too far into convincing yourself that his intentions weren’t genuine. Never had he meant something more in his life.

“No, no. We can eat with your friends if you’d like?”

It was that offer that changed everything, that offer that told you that he was serious. Now the blonde just had to figure out how he was going to tell everyone in his life that he was head-over-heels for a girl like you.

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the spare // chapter twenty-one // deatheater!tomhiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction Universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 3.8k warnings for this chapter: rape (not of POV character), blood, death, threat of suicide

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CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Twenty-One:

The rain finally stops. After a few days, the ground soaks up what remained of the downpour, and I’m able to sit in my favorite spot in the garden. The sun is out, the birds are chirping, I’m wearing shorts. I brought a book out to read, but I haven’t even cracked it. Normally when I’m out here, I tend to stay to the shadier side of the spot, but today I’m soaking up the sun like the earth did the water.

I had been brave since returning from Malfoy Manor. Since Thomus knows about what Bellatrix did, I’ve stopped wearing long sleeves and hoodies around the house. I’m back to my normal, average t-shirt.

Not that he’s been at the house much. I had drilled him on what happened to Draco as soon as we were alone. But he didn’t tell me anything that he hadn’t already said to Narcissa. He had left immediately after that, back through the fireplace. The only other occasions he’d come back was to shower and pass out in his room.

Hanging out in the garden serves two purposes. The first obviously to absorb what little serotonin I can from the sun, and the second so I can be easily be reached by Sam. I still haven’t seen him since he left to go warn the safehouse in London about the raid. I might be resting on a blanket in the sun, but my ears are trained for a meow from a white cat.

Heavy footfalls on the grass make my eyes snap open and I quickly sit up, squinting in the sun at the approaching figure. It’s Thomus, and he’s carrying a wooden box. I cross my legs and sit up more on the blanket I have spread out, half of it in the shade and half in the sun. Thomus settles next to me in the shade, contents of his box clinking. Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he flips open the top of the box and grabs my left wrist, pulling my arm out so it rests partly on my leg and his knee. The condition of the words haven’t changed since he had last seen them. They still look awful.

I peer into his box. The source of the clinking are bottles and vials, the depth of the box obscures the labels of their contents. As he pulls out his wand, my hand sneaks over to grab a vial, but he lightly smacks my hand away, shaking his head. I roll my eyes and pull my hand back.

Face concentrated on my arm, he begins muttering common healing spells. Spells I know that Sam already tried, but I let Thomus continue on anyway. With every reutterance of the spells, his voice grows more irritated. Eventually, he gives up on the them, and pulls out a bottle with Essence of Dittany. He puts his wand down and uses the dropper to sprinkle drops on the lines. When nothing happens, he puts the bottle away and uses his fingers to gently rub it into my skin. It tingles, like it’s trying, but still it changes nothing.

“What else aren’t you telling me?” he asks, frustrated. “These should be working.”

I shrug, my face passive. “You’ve known her longer than I have. Shouldn’t I be lucky to be alive?”

His eyes narrow and he ignores my question. “What kind of knife did she use?” he asks. “It couldn’t have been a Goblin blade, otherwise you’d be dead.”

“How do you know that?” I say, eyebrows rising. “I could’ve sucked the poison out myself.”

“Granger’s new scars are far smaller than yours and yet she still almost died.” He’s almost glaring at me now as he speaks. The sun is reflecting the pink of my hair onto his face.

“You’re right, it wasn’t Goblin blade,” I say, trying to keep emotion out of my voice and face while thinking about that night. I avoid his eyes, looking down at the words. “It was a serrated dinner knife. I was trying to defend myself.”

His long fingers start tracing the scabs, one line at a time, not even missing the extra ones. “That explains the bruising.” His voice is so soft it makes me look up at him, but I look away again when his eyes flicker back up to me. “There must have been a lot of blood.”

I grit my teeth to keep my face blank, and take a few deep, controlled breaths before responding. “There was.” I don’t say anything more.

“Did she say anything while it happened?”

“She might have.”

“You aren’t sure?”

“Because I wasn’t –“ My eyes close, fighting images of that night away. I don’t know why telling him about it is so difficult. “I was a little louder.” When I finally look back up at him, his eyes are narrowed in confusion.

It finally dawns on him after a moment. His expression clears and he looks down at my arm again. “Oh.” Thomus’s gaze turns thoughtful. He looks back into his mystery box. “I’m going to have to reopen the wound.”

My breath hitches. “Why? What’s the point if it’s cursed?”

“You don’t want me to heal it?”

“I just –“ I start, words struggle to come out. “I don’t want to have to relive it.”

He sighs heavily. “That is not my intention. Now lie down.”

“No. I – I’m fine.” I begin to pull my arm back, but he grabs me by the wrist.

“I said, lie down,” he orders louder than my protest. We have a little staring contest before I shakily lie back where I was in the sun, and put my arm in his lap. I know I pictured lying down in the garden with Thomus, but this is not what I meant. His left hand holds the underside of my arm while his right prepares his wand. “Torpere.”

A thin yellow jet of light from the tip of his wand rolls into a ball before disappearing into my skin. It’s a numbing curse. The feeling starts in my forearm, quickly spreading to my hand and upper arm. The whole limb becomes heavy in his lap.

“Can you feel this?” he asks as he pinches my wrist.

“Yes, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Good,” he says before casting a non-verbal spell. At the first sight of blood, I close my eyes and turn my head away. The cuts aren’t as deep this time, or at least they don’t produce as much blood as they did before. It feels that way anyway.

Once all of the cuts are open and I start to feel lightheaded, he mutters, “Vulnera Sanentur.” Then I hear clinking as he digs through his box. I open my eyes enough to see him sprinkle more Essence of Dittany onto my skin before wrapping my forearm in a white bandage.

The last charm he utters is Lenio. He taps my arm twice and four opal droplets fall from his wand onto the bandage.

“Did it work?” I ask, flexing my hand. The droplets have already begun to undo the numbing. A gentle, pleasant humming has replaced it. I lift my arm up to look at the bandage in the sunlight. The fabric shimmers with silvery threads. “Is that… unicorn hair?”

“It might still scar, but yes.” He closes the lid to his box. “To both.”

“Must’ve been expensive.” My eyes haven’t left the bandage, watching the way the iridescent colors shimmer and sparkle in the sun. The pleasant humming has quickly spread from my arm to my chest, even my head is feeling it.

“Yes, well, I do have a lot of money.”

The laugh I let out is loud and genuine. It feels so good to laugh I don’t pay attention to how wrong it is. I speak when I can breathe again. “When did you become so good at Healing?”

His tone is dry. “I dual nearly every day and going to St. Mungo’s hasn’t always been an option.”

My arm comes to rest on my waist and I hold my other hand up to shade my eyes as I look at him. He’s frowning at me again.

“What?” I ask, a smile tugging the corners of my mouth. “You’re always frowning at me.”

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Pretty good actually,” I yawn, stretching my arms above my head and pointing my toes. My whole body is humming now.

His head is tilted as he looks at me. “I believe I gave you one too many drops.”

“Oh, fuck, am I high?”

He chuckles. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

I rest my head on my folded arms behind me. “You know, now that I think about it, it kinda does remind me of something I smoked from the Herbology Department in 5th year.”

“Ilvermorny allows it’s students to get high off a substance from their own department?” he asks, his tone is light now, teasing.

I laugh again. “Nope. No, they do not. Cassidy Jones was a bad influence on me.”

“I can see that.” The smile teasing his face dies as he gazes at me. “We have to make an appearance at Edinburgh tonight.”

The laughter dies from my face as well. I sit up, legs crossed underneath me again. My heartrate has picked up so much I can feel it thrumming against my chest. I practice calming breaths again.

I shrug, looking at the bandage as my arms rest in my lap. “Okay.”

He stands with his clinking box. “It’ll be alright.”

I give him a disbelieving look. “Yeah, okay.”

~*~

From the moment we step foot in Edinburgh, I can feel everyone’s eyes on us. It probably has something to do with the last time I was here. What a spectacle that was. Who knows what other rumors have spread since. Thomus doesn’t seem to feel bothered by it. His mask is in place; his eyes distant and polite.

Thomus does not let me leave his side. Not that I wandered the room much before, but something about how his hand covers mine where it’s hooked into the crook of his elbow feels different. I’d chosen to wear a short sleeve dress this time, since I have nothing to hide anymore. The dress I have on is a pale blue, something that wouldn’t make the bright white of the bandage stand out too much.

We meet up with his American friends. Will stands next to me, smiling, and I give him a shy smile in return. Astor doesn’t make a comment on my appearance this time. Instead he suggests that we move into the Lounge for billiards. As we wade together through the crowd, I notice Thomus is the only one with a girl on his arm. I wonder why Astor doesn’t bring O’Quinn here. It’s good he’s not cheating on her, I guess.

They grab the first green felt topped table that’s empty at the front of the room. I stand next to a supporting column near the table. This way the dancing girls would be on stage behind me, and my eyes wouldn’t involuntarily be drawn to their movements. The guys divvy up into two teams; Thomus and Eric on one, with Kyle and Astor on the other. Will decides he doesn’t want to play and turns a chair facing the stage around to watch the game.

From the way everyone’s behaving, it seems like a normal night at a bar. Everyone seems at ease, except for Thomus. When a Carrow girl comes around with drinks, Thomus initially refuses one, but Astor shoves one at him.

“Relax,” Astor says. With the loud house music, I really have to focus on their faces and strain my ears to understand what they’re saying. “Nothing’s going to happen tonight.”

Astor walks away, and Thomus takes a sip before walking over and handing the drink to me. I look at him in surprise.

“Drink it or not, I don’t care,” he replies to the question on my face. He turns his back and I do drink it – all of it. Anything to calm my nerves. I watch the ice shift around in the glass as they begin their game.

As I watch them play, I quickly realize it’s not the game I thought it was. There aren’t any pockets on the table for the balls to sink into. The longer I watch, the more confused I get. They cheer when they’ve done well or cajole when they’re trying to do better. After a couple rounds, Will stands and comes over to me.

“Have you ever played before?” he asks, leaning close so I can hear him.

I snort and shake my head. “I’ve no idea what’s going on.” My eyes watch as Thomus walks around the table with the cue stick in hand. He leans over the table, lining the chalk end of the stick with the white ball. His eyes flash up to me briefly before he looks back down and focuses on his target. He pulls back to strike and the ball misses.

“Yeah, billiards is played a little differently than pool,” Will says.

“I can see that,” I reply. “My parents got me and my brother a pool table, which was a big mistake because we just hit each other with the sticks. Eventually we’d just shove the balls back and forth like it was air hockey.” Will laughs and I can’t help but smile in return.

After a few moments of watching them play, he asks, “What happened to your arm?”

“Oh, um,” I start, looking down at it. I had thought about what to say if someone asked, but all my excuses seem silly now. A flimsy explanation like falling or cutting myself while cooking just doesn’t cut it when you can heal things by magic. I shrug and look back up at him. “You don’t wanna know.”

His gaze is serious and sympathetic, but he nods. “Alright.”

Clapping makes me look away from his face and back to the table. Eric is patting Thomus on the back. Kyle is shaking his head and Astor is rolling his eyes.

“You’d have to be the luckiest man on earth to get that shot,” Astor says confidently. “No chance you win.”

Thomus has a mischievous grin lighting up his handsome face. He takes his time leaning over an end of the table, looking at Astor as he lines up his shot. He pulls the cue back and he looks like he’s about to release when he straightens.

“You know, Jake, I think you’re right,” Thomus says, leaning on his cue like it’s a walking stick. “I think I could use a bit of luck.” He turns on his heel and looks directly at me, smirking. He leans forward a little bit, brings a hand up to his turned cheek and taps it with his finger. “Come plant one on me, Alder.” He winks. “For luck.”

I blink at him, shocked as fuck. My mouth might even be hanging open.

He raises his eyebrows expectantly. “Come on, darling, we haven’t got all day.”

Chuckling from his friends around the table get my feet to take me forward. Chest heaving, I invade his bubble and get so close I can smell hints of cedar and pine over the cigar smoke. He’s not looking at me as he offers me his cheek. I shift my weight to the balls of my feet and tilt my face up, momentarily distracted by boisterous laughter from somewhere in the room. In the second my lips almost make contact with his cheek, he turns his head and kisses me. I briefly pull back in surprise before his fingers grab my chin and pull me back. The kiss doesn’t last long, but it’s still enough to make my head spin.

“If he doesn’t win now,” Kyle says loudly to Astor, “That’s just gonna be embarrassing.”

When I pull back, I expect his blue eyes to be gazing down at me, but they're not focused on me. The smug look on his face is directed at someone else behind me. I follow his gaze and see Will is leaning on the adjacent side of the column I was at, watching us, an impassive expression on his face. Confused, I step back from Thomus and go to my spot by the column next to Will. To clear my head, I suck on one of the melting ice cubes while Thomus lines his shot up again.

Just as he strikes, somehow miraculously in a gap between songs, I hear glass shattering from a back corner of the room. My eyes land on the source of the noise just as the music picks back up. With a strangled cry, a young woman with bright red hair plunges the broken end of a champagne glass into a man’s neck.

Ginny.

Without really much thought, as the room reacts to the commotion, I make a beeline for her. I ignore my name being called as I shove my way towards her as fast as I can. No one’s paying attention to me so I manage to get to the front line of people surrounding the scene.

Ginny’s just sliced another man’s neck, her face pink and furious. Tears cover her cheeks and glisten under the light over the billiards table she stands behind. Her grip on the bloody glass is tight around the stem as she holds it up to the neck of another man leaning back over the table.

“Get away from me!” she screeches at the crowd holding up their wands at her. Her voice shakes, but her hold on the man and the glass is firm. “Touch me again and he dies!”

“Drop him, child,” a man with dark blond hair hisses from behind a cloud of cigar smoke. “Let the minister go.”

She spits at him. “Fuck off.”

“The only way this is going to end is badly,” the man threatens. “You should know that by now.”

Someone comes up behind me and grabs my elbow. I look over my shoulder at him and it’s Will. When my eyes go back to Ginny, the man she has pinned kicks at her feet, unsteadying her. He shoves her off, her back hitting the wall, and he hurries away. Before the guards and Death Eaters can react, she’s pulled her long hair around to one shoulder, broken glass hovering above her neck.

Something in me snaps at the sight. I slam my platform sandal down hard onto the Will’s instep, shove my elbow into his sternum, and toss the glass along with the remaining bits of water into his face. Before anyone else can grab me, I move away from the crowd, closer to Ginny. Our wide eyes meet each other across the billiards table and I don’t watch where I step, stumbling over the leg of a body splayed out on the floor, blood pooling beneath him. I catch myself on the edge of the table, closer to her than anyone else is.

“Ginny,” I plead, my voice is almost a whisper. My heart is thundering in my chest.

Her face scrunches up, more tears flowing, as she shakes her head.

“Please,” I say, taking a hesitant step forward, around the table. Her heels pop softly against the stone floor as she steps back, almost to the wall. “Please, Ginny, don’t do this.”

She shakes her head again. The hand holding the glass trembles and blood drops onto her skin, sliding beneath her golden collar.

“You don’t –“ she gasps, her mouth dry “ – you don’t know.” Her eyes dart around the crowd watching us. I do the same, my breaths quick and punctuated. My eyes land briefly on Thomus, who’s being held back by Astor and Will. I look back to Ginny as she continues to speak. “You don’t know what they’ve done. What they’re going to keep doing.”

“Of course, I know,” I tell her, my voice firming. I take more steps toward her, my fingers fumbling with the bandage on my forearm as I advance slowly around the table.

Everyone’s about to see and I don’t care. Her life is more important than whatever shame and embarrassment it could bring. Her eyes are fixated on my arm when the words are bared. Thomus had done a good job. The lines were red, but they were beginning to scar now, bruises turning yellow. My voice turns to a whisper as I repeat, “Of course, I know.”

I step over another body on the floor. I’m so close to her now. My hand reaches for her fist clenched at her side. My teary eyes plead with her. “There’s nothing I can say that’s going to make this better, but please. You’re too important.”

Finally, she breaks. A sob tears out of her throat and I pull her to me, one hand wrapping around her. The other pulls the hand holding the broken glass away from her neck, slipping it out of her hand, and I toss it onto the table behind us. Our embrace is tight as she sobs into my shoulder. For a moment, I feel relief.

I lift a hand, about to stroke her hair, when an invisible force pulls us apart. My lower back hits the table before my legs drag across it as I go flying across the room. My back slams into another supporting column, my feet dangling a few feet above the floor.

The man who was talking to Ginny before chuckles. “You’re right, Mudblood, this blood traitor’s far too important to the Dark Lord and his plans.” He’s using his wand to pin her to the wall, then he moves her, bending her face down over the table. “So no lasting damage, I’m afraid.”

Realizing what he’s about to do, a protest tears its way out of my throat. “No!” I kick at the column, twisting and pushing against the invisible force holding me there. “No no no no no.”

The man looks up at me from all the fuss I’m making. He smirks as he presses his hips against her backside and pins her hands to the table.

“Don’t worry, Mudblood, you won’t get to miss anything,” he taunts menacingly before using the freezing charm on me.

I can breathe, blink, and move my eyes, but my limbs won’t move. Horror is frozen on my face as I watch him rip open her dress with his bare hands. Tears flood out and down my cheeks as I instinctually close my eyes.

“Open your eyes!” he commands as she lets out a scream. Terrified that he’ll somehow make things worse, I look at him. His pants are around his ankles, a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“You gonna let anyone else have a turn, Avery?” someone shouts from the crowd. My attention goes to the spectators.

“Not this time, Goyle,” Avery taunts breathlessly as my eyes find Thomus. Everyone is facing the table or away, unable to look. He’s the only one looking up at me.

The moment our eyes lock - sound, sight, and feeling fade away as I’m plunged into black.

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