#just realized hermie got cut off

[cookies-over-yonder]

the gap between a tragedy and comedy

Sure, Taylor gets frequent nightmares about Scary killing his dad, but he's alive, so everything is fine. Right?

[title from I/Me/Myself by Will Wood]

ao3

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Taylor gasps and opens his eyes.

Another nightmare about his dad dying.

But it's okay, he's alive and all is well. Taylor focuses on that thought as he slips out of the bed, grabs his cane, and starts pacing back and forth. It's a good way to get the excess energy out.

He and his friends were having another sleepover, so Taylor was careful to be as quiet as possible so as to not wake anyone up.

Link is still asleep in the bed, and Scary, Normal, and Hermie are in sleeping bags sprawled across the floor.

There's not much space to walk, but he manages.

As he walks, he still can't erase the memory of sobbing over what he thought was his dad's dead body. His dad, who just came back into his life, and got him such a perfect present, and who was truly wanting to connect with him… but he's alive. He's alive. So everything is fine. Everything is fi—

"Ow, fuck!" Taylor yelps as he hits the ground. He tripped over Scary's leg.

Immediately, he clasps a hand over his mouth. So much for keeping quiet.

He lays there for a few seconds, waiting for a reaction, but none come. Everyone was still asleep. Nice.

Taylor tries to lift himself up. He fell forward and his arms broke his fall for the most part, but now they were hurting more than they already were. His elbows buckle underneath him and he collapses against the floor again.

Maybe he'll just sleep here for the night.

He closes his eyes, but then all he can see is his dad's body.

Fuck.

"Taylor?"

Fuck.

"Hi, Link."

"Whoa, man, what happened?"

Link is already in front of Taylor.

"My arms hurt. I can't…" Taylor tries to lift himself up again, and he doesn't even make it slightly off the ground.

"Okay, I'm gonna lift you up, okay?"

"Yeah."

Link carefully turns Taylor onto his back and scoops him up, carrying him bridal style.

"Sorry if this hurts."

It does. "Don't worry. I'd rather have this than be stuck on the floor."

And then the soft bed cushions him as Link sets him down on the bed. "Blanket or no blanket?"

"No blanket."

"Alright."

After placing him back on the bed, Link grabs the cane off the floor and props it up beside Taylor's side of the bed.

"Thanks, man. Sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it. Are you okay? What happened?" Link asks as he sits on the bed next to Taylor.

"I tripped on Scary's leg and fell."

"Why were you up?"

"I—I was, like, pacing. You know, too—too much energy and all… all that," Taylor stutters. His heart is beating too fast from the adrenaline of the fall. "I'm fine, though."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Taylor says, feeling his chest start to hurt. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm chill. Let's just go back to sleep."

"You look kinda shaken up, man."

"I'm fine, I just had a… I had a dream about… like… when Scary killed my dad—but then it turned out that he was fine and still alive so like it's fine and I don't know why—I mean—It doesn't make sense for… just—I'm fine. Yeah."

Taylor's chest hurts more now. He's unsure of whether he'll even be able to fall asleep after that.

"I'm all good. I just—I fell and couldn't move, so I guess that could explain the… I mean, that's like, happened to me before. I just call my mom for help."

Taylor remembers another thought that crossed his mind when he thought his dad was dead. What if it happened to his mom?

"Look, ju—just… Le—let's go to sss…sleep. I…I'm fine now. Thanks to you…your rescue, my hero. Uhh—"

"Taylor, take a breath," Link cuts him off.

"Huh?"

It confuses him for a second, but once Taylor's no longer trapped in his thoughts, he realizes why his chest has been hurting.

"Shit," Taylor says, shifting himself to sit up a little, "I—I'm—"

Frozen, Taylor becomes hyper-aware of his breaths coming too fast, and his hands shaking, and the memory of his dad's dead body, and it won't go away.

"Taylor, Taylor, hey."

Link is sitting in front of him now. "It's okay," he says.

It's definitely not.

"Uh…" Taylor can feel hot tears sliding down his face now. Crying is something that's happened before, but whatever's going on right now feels out of his control. And scary.

Taylor feels like he's choking. He can't  get enough air in.

"I—I don't know what's… Link, I don't know…" Taylor's voice wobbles. "I—I can't…"

And he's still thinking about his dad dying, even though it didn't really happen. And it's stupid that he won't stop thinking about it.

Taylor is hyperventilating.

He's hyperventilating, and shaking, and light-headed, and dizzy.

He's definitely dying right now.

But it's not from a battle. It's not from a wound. It's… he doesn't know.

Whatever Link says next is muffled and faint. There's one thought circling Taylor's mind:

"This is such a suh—stupid way to die."

And of course, it's the perfect time for his pain to flare up. A terrible ache spreads through his limbs as if it couldn't have gotten any worse.

Everything hurts, and it's really cold, and his skin feels prickly and uncomfortable, and that makes him cry harder and breathe faster.

Suddenly, his cheeks feel warm. Something is pressing against them.

The unfamiliar feeling takes Taylor's attention away from everything that is so wrong right now. He blinks away the tears blurring his vision and looks up at Link, a lot closer to him than he was before.

There's hands on his face. Link's hands are on his face, and his mouth is moving. Past the static in his head, Taylor manages to make out what he's saying.

"...lor. Taylor. Taylor."

"Ye—" His breath hitches. Ah. He can't talk. A nod should suffice, so he settles for that.

After nodding, Taylor can see Link's expression soften a little.

"Listen to me," Link says, sounding surprisingly assertive. "You are not dying. Trust me, okay?"

Taylor trusts Link. He's always trusted Link. Usually he sounds a little unsure of himself, but right now he sounds the most confident Taylor's ever heard him be.

Something about that makes Taylor believe it. He nods again.

"Okay. Breathe in for four seconds. I'll count."

Taylor does his best to follow Link's directions.

"One, two, three, four."

Taylor takes in a breath as big as he can, which is not very.

"Now hold it," Link says, and Taylor focuses on how sure he is in what he's saying. It makes him feel safer.

"And out, two, three, four."

Taylor lets out a sigh. It gets a little easier to breathe, but not by much.

"Now let's do it again," Link says, practically hovering over Taylor, with his hands still on his face. He's so close, and he must feel so warm…

"Can—sorry—uh, can we…" Taylor leans in, presses his face against Link's chest, and wraps his arms around his back. "Can we do it like this?"

"Yeah, we can," Link answers, and Taylor can feel himself being held in his embrace.

It is warm.

And he continues to breathe with Link, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

After a while, Taylor breaks the comfortable silence that fell over them.

"Hey… why did you cup my face earlier?" he mumbles.

"I didn't want to hold your arms, because you said they were hurting."

"Oh," Taylor feels his face get hot. Careful and considerate and kind… Link really is a hero.

A hero who's running his hands through Taylor's hair now. It's soothing.

"Do you feel better now?"

"Sorta… I mean. Thank you—I just, I don't know because… I… I've had that nightmare so much, Link. I don't know, I don't know, and I'm in a lot of pain, and I hate it, and none of this is badass like I want it to be. I don't know why this is… I don't know why it's still freaking me out."

"Mm, well… your dad is okay, but the sight you saw and fear you felt were real," Link says, and then he gently pulls Taylor off his chest and looks him in the eyes. "And you are totally badass."

Taylor lets out a wet laugh.

"I mean it. You're still here. You're alive. You're persevering. That's badass."

Link's eyes are wide and determined. Taylor can feel their gaze piercing through him, and all he can do is stare back. Their faces are as close together as they were before, though this time Taylor is a lot less out of it.

Their faces are really close together.

"Okay," Taylor whispers.

"Um, so, we should sleep."

Taylor cringes. "Yeah…"

"What's wrong?"

"I'm kinda scared. I know that nightmare keeps coming back."

"I have an idea."

Link guides Taylor to lie back down, and helps him turn to the side, then he shifts himself to lie down too, wrapping an arm around Taylor and pulling him close.

"If you have that nightmare again, I'll be right here. I'll protect you."

Taylor shudders, and a fresh wave of tears falls down his face. "Okay."

He's thankful that Link doesn't comment on how Taylor continues to cry into his shirt. Maybe he's already asleep…

Link silently starts rubbing circles onto Taylor's back. He is not asleep.

He just lets Taylor cry.

And eventually, they both fall asleep.

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The next morning, Taylor is the last to wake up.

Link watches as everyone else wakes up and files out of the room to brush their teeth and get breakfast, but he doesn't move, because Taylor is clutching his shirt with a death grip and his face is still buried in it.

"Taylor, wake up, it's time for breakfast," Link says, nudging him with the hand that's already on his back.

Taylor whines, shakes his head, and presses himself further against Link's chest.

"Taylor, come on, aren't you hungry?"

Taylor shakes his head.

It's not unlike him to be clingy like this, but Link suspects that what happened last night is still weighing on him.

That suspicion is confirmed when Link sees Taylor's face scrunch up and his hands start to tremble.

"Taylor, are you okay?"

Maybe it's a stupid question, but it's still worth asking.

At first, Taylor doesn't speak or move.

But then—and Link almost misses it—he just barely shakes his head.

It makes sense.

Taylor isn't really one to break down—last night must have shaken him up pretty badly.

And judging by him not knowing what was going on, Link could guess that that might have been his first time having an anxiety attack.

It must have been scary.

Seeing Taylor spiralling like that startled Link as well. Link was no stranger to recurring nightmares, but he had no idea Taylor has been going through the same thing.

Link tightens his grip on Taylor, holding him close.

"How about we get up after a few minutes?"

"No, it's—we can—" Taylor shifts back a little, and then cringes. "Ow—" he shudders and sucks a breath in through his teeth.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"We should ea—fuck, I… I can't… hurts…"

"Okay, okay, do you want me to carry you downstairs? Or I can bring you food up here."

"You can um. You can carry me again."

"Okay, okay," Link turns Taylor onto his back. Taylor cringes again, and he pulls his hands up to cover his face, and he starts breathing fast again.

"Hey, hey, just breathe."

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry—I'm just kinda… I—I—uhh…"

"I know, it's okay," Link says, helping him shift to sit up against the wall.

"Mmm, yeah… Yeah, yeah, yeah. I just… I need—I need a second," Taylor says, burying his head further in his hands.

"It's okay."

Taylor takes a big breath in, holds it, lets it out, and lets his hands fall back down onto his lap.

"Thank you…thank you for your help last night."

"Of course, anytime. How are you feeling now?"

"I'm… I don't feel good. I don't know why," Taylor says.

He really doesn't look too great. His face is red and stained with tears, and he's trembling again, just a bit.

"Okay, it's okay, let's go downstairs and get breakfast."

"Okay, maybe I can…" Taylor slowly shifts closer to the edge of the bed and grabs his cane. Link slips off the bed and stands in front of Taylor, ready to help.

Taylor stands on his feet for about a second before he falls forward into Link, who wraps his arms around him instinctively.

"God, my legs hurt so bad."

"I'm gonna pick you up."

"Okay."

Link scoops Taylor up in his arms, and Taylor's face gets a little redder.

"Tha—thanks."

Link grabs Taylor's cane and hangs it on his wrist.

Taylor's eyes are shut, his cheeks are flushed, and his mouth is agape.

When Link shifts him a little to get a better grip on the cane, he can see Taylor's face scrunch up.

Taylor wasn't this bad before they went to sleep last night, but Link knows that stress can cause the pain to flare up, and Taylor has definitely been under a lot of stress.

Link carries him down the stairs.

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Taylor almost falls back asleep as Link carries him down the stairs, but the voices of the others quickly wake him up.

They sound concerned, though Taylor can't really process what they're saying. "'M fine," he mumbles, hoping that's enough reassurance.

Sounds like it wasn't, because now Link is saying something to them.

It seems to calm them down. He isn't sure.

And then Taylor lands on something soft and warm.

Taylor opens his eyes. It's the couch. And Link is propping him up against the armrest with a pillow.

There's also two sets of eyes looking at him.

Normal and Hermie. They're sitting on an adjacent couch, both glancing at him every few seconds like they're not wanting him to notice that he's being stared at.

"I'm fine, guys, don't worry," Taylor says, though the weak and raspy voice betrays him a little. 

Before they can say anything, Link comes back with two bowls of cereal. He places one on the coffee table, and Taylor slowly shifts to an upright position, taking his legs off the couch.

Taylor grabs the bowl and puts it on his lap. He can feel Link hovering over him, ready to assist if needed, but not too overbearing.

"Thanks."

"Yeah, you're welcome," Link says, sitting next to him with the other bowl. He grabs the remote and turns on the TV. "What do you wanna watch?"

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The look on Taylor's face is worth everything to Link.

His eyes light up, and a big toothy grin appears on his face in an instant.

Taylor takes the remote and searches for a show.

He still looks a little frazzled, but he's got his spirit back.

Once Taylor finds a show, he puts the bowl back on the table, presses play, and leans into Link's side.

Link wraps his arm around Taylor's shoulders and pulls him closer.

"I love the soundtrack of this movie," Taylor says, and his voice is so full of love and passion and light.

Scary comes down the steps, fully dressed with her hair and makeup all done. "You guys watching Totoro?"

"Yeah," Taylor says.

"Ah, look who finally woke up," she comments, nodding to Taylor, before sitting on the couch with Hermie and Normal, kicking her feet up on the foot rest.

And suddenly, Link feels his heart nearly jump out of his chest. Taylor's got both his arms wrapped around Link's torso.

His breathing is nice and slow, his eyes are half lidded but fixed on the TV, and his face is still a little red.

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Taylor feels more emotionally exhausted than he has in a while.

He didn't sleep well, his head hurts, his arms hurt, his legs hurt, his back hurts, his chest hurts…

A lot hurts.

The girls in the movie thinking their mom is going to die makes him press his face further into Link's side.

Link's grip on him tightens, and all at once everything is too much, and his breath hitches, and tears fall, and then Link's thumb is on his cheek wiping it away.

Taylor turns to face Link.

They lock eyes.

Link's eyes are dark and warm and caring and concerned and protective and safe and wonderful.

His arms are strong. Taylor doesn't know when he and Link ended up intertwined like this, but he's being held and he wants to stay like this forever.

The music from the TV courses through Taylor's veins and relaxes him, or maybe that's just the warmth of Link's embrace and his enchanting eyes.

There's just something so… different about Link.

Toward him, Taylor just feels this gravitational pull.

Maybe it's his kindness.

Maybe it's his care.

Maybe it's his support.

Taylor doesn't know.

The way Link looks at him makes him feel like the most beautiful scene in any anime.

Link makes him feel like that even when he knows he looks like a mess.

Taylor can feel the hair stuck to his face with sweat, and his eyes are dry from crying so much. He's an emotional mess. He's a physical mess. He's a mess in every form.

But Link doesn't see that. Link is just gazing at him. Studying him, maybe.

And then Taylor's gaze drops.

Link's mouth is open just a tad. Taylor can hear him breathing in and out.

And his lips…

Taylor stares, and he stares, and he stares.

He can't tear his eyes away. He's looking… and thinking… and wondering… what it would feel like…

Taylor sucks in a breath and shuts his eyes. His heart is thumping and his face is on fire.

Fuck.

"You okay?" Link asks, and his voice is so warm and worried and it makes Taylor feel like molten lava.

"Uh… yeah."

Link's hand is on his head and carding his fingers through his hair again and it feels so nice and it feels so right and shit, Taylor knows what that gravitational pull is.

But it's okay, it's fine. This feels right. Taylor cuddles up against Link and closes his eyes.

"Taylor, are you even watching?" Scary asks.

"I'm listening," he mumbles into Link's side.

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Before Link knows it, Taylor is asleep on his side.

Some other movie autoplayed, but Link doesn't pay it much attention, he's too focused on Taylor.

He looks a lot more peaceful than earlier. Link is almost certain that Taylor did not sleep well last night.

Hopefully he was sleeping better now.

Link rests his head atop Taylor's and hums.

…Taylor has pretty eyes.

Link wasn't sure what was happening but somehow they'd ended up staring at each other for a while. Maybe Link was just seeing things, but was Taylor looking at his lips?

…Did he have food on his face?

He licks his lips. Nothing.

Huh. So Taylor was just… looking… at his lips…

Taylor's lips are kind of chapped. There's a little dried blood, too. He must have been biting them. Link does that when he's anxious too.

And just as that thought crossed his mind, Taylor started biting the skin on his lips again.

Not wanting to wake him up, but not wanting him to hurt himself, Link puts a hand on his cheek.

Taylor's eyes just barely crack open. "Wha…?"

"Sorry, just… you shouldn't bite your lips like that. They're bleeding."

"Mm…"

Link watches Taylor close his eyes again and lick the blood off his lips. "Fine..."

Slightly dazed, Link thinks he knows why Taylor kept staring at his lips.

And when Taylor presses his face against Link's chest, half–lying on top of him now, Link feels a new kind of nervousness.

But it's kind of nice?

It's nice.

And Link swears to himself that he'll keep Taylor safe from nightmares until the end of time.

♡

#swiftli #fic #hurt/comfort #dndads #taylor swift dndads #lincoln li-wilson #angst #I FUCKING DID IT #FIRST TIME POSTING A FIC ON TUMBLR HFIDFDUIGRHNG #cUZ AO3 IS DEAD #HDUG7SYEEGHREH #enjoy ! ^_^♡ #cookies writes and cookies wrongs

[blobaglob]

Dungeons and daddies season 2 rant/spoilers 👇

I'm kinda bothered by people head cannoning Lincoln as black. At first it was bothersome cause he's adopted and I feel like people just assume you have to adopt a baby with a different skin color or whatever, cause that's what you see usually in media, but after the Titanic arc I feel like it's really obvious he isn't black, or at least not as dark as people draw him because there's no way billy Zane was gonna be okay with pretending he had a black baby but was disgusted by the idea of an Asian baby. I know a lot of people use headcannons to add the diversity we crave but I really feel like this one is misguided and Lincoln is very much white passing if not just white?? Idk it bothers me that the adopted kid is always black.

I love looking at fan art and can accept other peoples headcannons about him, I just feel like they might be misguided. Of course I'm open to being told otherwise! I don't know everything. I also get that people started their headcannons early in the season and don't wanna change it for the Titanic arc.

That being said if I'm gonna be critique other people's headcannons I may as well post mine.

Lincoln: he's def white passing with looser curly hair. Always tan cause he always be soccering. I feel like he tried to be a Wheaties kid cause one of his fav athletes was in the box but it didn't taste good to him so he gets frosted mini wheats and puts the bag into the Wheaties box.

Normal: his hair has never grown past his ears, not because he cuts it but because Everytime he takes off the teeny head, the friction makes it stand up. Tighter curls forsure. Before he became teeny he was in a dangerous path of becoming a furry, and the only reason he didn't is he couldn't pick 1 fursona to stick to.

Scary: every time she tries to dye her hair it comes out within 3 days. She doesn't realize she should bleach it first and her mom is praying she never realizes. A lot of her angst is performative but her feelings are real. She was probably always felt bad but didn't realize she wasn't alone no she kept it hidden. At least it was performative 👀. Her real dad is Terry Sr. or Barry oak. Called shot.

Taylor: he still remembers the first time he actually realized what his mom did as a job and it was while watching and anime and he heard her voice and it finally clicked for him. He was 12. Like he knew his mom was a voice actor but it didn't click till he heard her.

Hermie: he's actually just me. Nah I can't talk more on him, cause I didn't catch last week's episode yet and know some shit got spilled about him.

#dndaddies #dndads #dungeons and daddies #headcanon

[cerealmonster15]

omg kiss prompts ... 4 for oakworthy could be so so real i think :D or 1 for some of your twisted wonderland guys. biased because a bunch of fleeting kisses is my ideal of all time (me <- guy who has done it irl and will do it again because its CUTE)

HI since someone already gave me exactly Prompt 1 For My Twst Guys i will give you OAKWORTHY. thank u. i wanted to write them for so long but i got scared and needed the push LOL.

Summary: Hermie and Normal run lines for the school play together. Hermie INSISTS that they are NOT going to practice the kiss part, but…

Prompt 4: An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

[SORT OF spoilers if you havent reached roughly ep34. Not really plot spoilers but hermie's attitude might not make sense if you arent that far]

[Link to Ao3] [Prompt List] [EDIT: LINK TO FANART INSPIRED BY THIS FIC!!!]

“This doesn’t mean anything,” Hermie said, arms crossed firmly across his chest after handing Normal his script. “And remember- we’re NOT actually doing the kiss. Just lean in to mime it so we can still get the pacing right. Got it?”

“Uh, r-right,” Normal said as he took the script from Hermie and looked it over. “I, uh, kinda got it the first three times you told me, Hermie.”

Oh. Huh.

“...Well, I just don’t want you to get the wrong idea. This is a strictly professional practice,” Hermie continued as if he wasn’t trying to cover the blunder of overcompensation. “I’m only asking you because I know the others would complain. You’re simply the least difficult option, and I’m not going to let a few inconveniences get in the way of getting my roles.”

“Right, yeah, I understand,” Normal nodded, his head remaining slightly bowed as he looked over the script. “I’ve been keepin’ up with doing my homework and updating my fanfiction the whole time, too, so I get it. And I’m still happy to help! So, uh, let the show begin…?”

Hermie sighed, and the two began the scene. 

Really, Normal wasn’t the worst rehearsal partner in the world. He honestly put a lot more passion and enthusiasm into reading for his character than most would if they weren’t trying out for a role themselves, and Hermie couldn't deny potential where he saw it. Sure, Normal wasn’t great either- he leaned a bit TOO far into passion and definitely oversold a few lines, and had a tendency to stumble over his words when he got too excited and started talking too quickly, but it was clear it all came from a place of genuine enthusiasm…

As Hermie put it once before, Normal really was the heart of the group.

He cared. And he cared to a fault, really. Hermie didn’t understand how one person could burn so much energy towards caring about other people - what they said, what they did, what they thought of him, how they were feeling… It was all exhausting to Hermie, but to Normal, it seemed to be second nature.

Hermie leaned in on cue.

Normal mirrored him, leaning in and pausing about halfway as previously discussed.

Hermie, lost in thought and used to committing to his roles 100%, did not pause. In fact, he hadn’t even realized his own blunder until he heard the soft and surprised gasp escape the lips that his own had just bumped into.

Normal was looking at Hermie with wide eyes, and backed up a few inches moments after their lips brushed together. “I-I’m sorry, Hermie!” He said, anxiously fidgeting with the script in his hands. “I thought I stopped far back enough- Did I go too far!?”

Hermie remained frozen in place, his own eyes widening in surprise as he looked up into Normal's flustered face. He said nothing for a moment, watching, processing…

“...Hermie…?” Normal asked quietly after a few beats of silence. “A-are you alright? I swear, I really didn’t mean to-!”

Normal’s anxious prattling was cut off by Hermie’s lips gently, yet intentionally colliding with his again, Hermie’s hands moving to cup the sides of Normal’s face.

Hermie thought Normal’s eyes couldn’t have gone any wider than they already were, but that was apparently a lie, as when he pulled away again, Normal had the most bug-eyed expression on his face that Hermie had ever seen in his life.

“Wh- Buh- Hermie?! Wha?! Hermie!?” Normal sputtered, face flushed as beads of sweat began to form on his brow.

“Yes, that’s my name. Don’t wear it out.” Hermie responded plainly.

“I-I thought… You said you didn’t wanna do the kiss! And that time was DEFINITELY you that leaned forward!”

Hermie huffed a sigh in response. “I’m aware, Normal…” He could feel a grumpy pout forming on his face and his heart hammering in his chest… Yeah, it didn’t make sense, but…

Well, Hermie didn’t want to think about the details. Not now.

Right now, all he wanted to do was… Practice…

“I changed my mind,” Hermie shrugged. “So… Let’s do that again, from the top. All of it.” Hermie eyed Normal as he spoke, gauging to see if perhaps the poor guy would be too overwhelmed to continue.

But, in typical Normal Oak fashion, Hermie was met with a strange mix of bewilderment yet determination. 

“...Uh, yeah. Yeah! Let’s keep… Practicing…!” Normal said with what he probably thought was a confident smile.

Hermie elected to ignore the fluttering in his chest at such an awkwardly endearing sight, and started their scene again from the top.

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #oakworthy #hermie the unworthy #normal oak #cereal writes #officialgleamstar #asks #skdlfksjfj awkward teen boys u are just so very silly #i thought for days about what i could do this about #i was gonna put them in a sleepover and have one like #accidentally roll over and brush into the other LOL but then #once i thought of the script rehearsal i went oh thats perfectly cliche for them hell yea jslkjflks #accidental kisses are so hard. but. i could see this happening maybe <- me being delusional again #anyway ty i had fun trying jsklkjsdjkl

[accio-depression]

“Draco.” Hermione looked up to him with tears falling from her eyes. “I don’t know how much more I can take.” She grabbed her arms and hugged herself. Draco could feel the air leave his chest as he watched her crying. He would do anything to make sure she never had another tear fall on that beautiful face. He wrapped his arms around her. She just stood there, still hugging herself and staring at nothing.

“Hermi-“

“No. Don’t. Don’t you dare try to comfort me, you hated him.” Hermione rips herself away from him and drops to the ground on the nearest wall. She could run, but she doesn’t. She knows there’s no where left to go. So she stays on the floor, holding her head.

“He was all I had left…” She said after a long moment.

“He was going to take you from me.” Draco said coldly. “I haven’t done what I did just to loose you to The Weasel.” Draco’s expression is cold and emotionless. He doesn’t move towards Hermione on the floor, but to the fire in the middle of the room. He stops in front of the fire, looking at the flames burning away the wood. Hermione looked up at him, still holding her head, and furrowed her brows in confusion.

“What do you mean—Draco—what did you do?” Hermione had a scared, wild expression. Draco sighs and continues to stare at the flickering flames, not wanting to see the pain he caused written all over her face.

He told her Ron Weasley was found dead this morning, but spared the details for her own sake. Draco was sure she didn’t want to hear how he found The Weasel and made him beg for forgiveness right before he disemboweled him. Quite the show, Draco thought. He didn’t even ask why Draco was there. Seems like word got around that Draco Malfoy was on the hunt for the remaining order members. Ronald Weasley was the last one left. Draco has completed his last mission.

“I’ve told you before Hermione, no one is going to live with the regret of leaving you behind.” Draco said coolly still looking at the fire. “If that means they don’t get to live at all, so be it.”

“So you kill them…? My friends…? Harry?” Hermione howled, tears falling more heavily now. “They didn’t want to leave me Draco, I was- I was-“

“You were starving to death in an enchanted trunk. If I hadn’t shown up you would have died.” He said, cutting her off. Draco was looking at her now with a possessively dark expression on his godlike face. The only emotion he had let her see since she got here. He could see the hurt and confusion in her eyes, but he didn’t look away this time.

“I saved you. You’re mine now.” He said fiercely, still staring into her beautiful brown eyes.

Hermione paled, but stayed silent. She realized what this meant and could feel her world falling down all around her. The only person keeping her safe and sane was the reason why she was so lonely and crazy in the first place. Oh what the oxymoron I am, thought Hermione, how could Draco be so kind to me, but so evil to everyone else. Draco watched as she realized what he did and listened—no matter how hard it was—as she cried for her friends.

Not knowing what to say, Draco finally looked away from Hermione and walked over to the window. They were in the library at Malfoy Manor. The only place left that Voldemort doesn’t have monitored. Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Godric’s Hollow, and Hogwarts are all under Voldemorts control.

Hermione Granger, The Brightest Witch of her Age, is just a shell of the girl she once was. She refuses to use magic. Draco usually finds her curled up with Hogwarts: A History, not reading, but staring at the cover with a blank expression. He bought all her favorite books, remembering what she liked in school, that weren’t already in the massive Malfoy library. Even if she didn’t read. He was never mean to her and always treated her with gentle care. Never touched her when she didn’t want him too. Always made sure she had access to the kitchen and library. She was grateful, he could tell, but she wasn’t happy. He never saw her laugh and only saw her smile when she was dreaming—if she dreamt. Most nights were spent holding and rocking her back to sleep after a nightmare. Hermione Granger was broken.

Two years ago, Draco Malfoy found her on a raid in Godric’s Hollow right after Christmas, hiding in a enchanted trunk. Voldemort received information regarding Harry—he was last seen at the graveyard—in Godric’s Hollow. But when he looked down into that trunk, and Hermione looked up at him with scared eyes, he felt his heart crack for the first time in his life. He knew from that moment on he would never let another soul lay a hand on her beautiful brown skin. Draco picked her frail body up, and gently pushed back the chestnut curls falling in her face. She looked beautiful still, and he couldn’t understand how someone so beautiful and kind could be left there to die by the people who were supposed to love her the most. He Disillusioned her and brought her back to the manor. He didn’t know why, but if anything else happened to her, he would never recover.

Now Draco Malfoy is the highest ranking death eater in Voldemorts army and has killed many men, women and children. Hermione is his reason. After finding her and nursing her back to health, he went out to find the Order Members who left her there to die. Draco Malfoy is ruthless. Right before he kills them, he asks why they decided to leave such a talented witch to die.

Their answers are never good enough to keep them alive. Ron begged Draco to spare him and said Hermione would hate Draco for what he has done to her friends. Draco asked him why he left her there in that trunk. Ron said he didn’t leave her there, that he was looking for her. Draco killed him anyway.

Draco knows Hermione will never forgive him for killing her friends, but at least she’s safe. No one will ever touch his lioness again and he would do it all again if he had to.

But, he wishes things were different, that he didn’t find her almost dead. That they had met in another life where blood status and evil doesn’t exist. Where he could have told her how he felt the moment he saw her on that train. Somewhere safe.

That’s where she could learn to love him.

Prompt:

He’d set the world a blaze, but never let a flame touch her.

#dramione #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #canon dramione #dramione headcanon #draco angst #draco is better for her tho #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #dramionefeltson #harry potter #harry potter and the goblet of fire #hermione granger #angst with a happy ending #i am not anti ron #if you can’t tell i just finished manacled #anti romione #antijkr #harry potter and the chamber of secrets #harry potter and the order of the phoenix #harry potter and the sorcerer's stone #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #the deathly hallows

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My Dove

Requested: yes ( @classygladiatortidalwave )

Hermione Granger x fem!hufflepuff!reader

Warnings: flashback (in italics) that is a bit steamy, nothing too explicit 

Word Count: 1272

I loved writing this one, it was so much fun and I think it was really cute thank you for requesting it

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Hermione Granger had many names. First and foremost she was Hermione, to her parents and to classroom acquaintances. Then the occasional ‘Mione, a name that seemed to be reserved for only Harry, Ron, and Ginny; the twins also seemingly preferred this alias. Even Grawp had his own name for her, Hermy, she wasn’t too fond of that one. Or the occasional Granger, that was spat by ignorant blonde cockroaches.

In the midst of all these names, wanted or otherwise, there was one that never failed to bring warmth to her cheeks and sweat to her palms. My Dove. The name, only allowed to be uttered from the sweet lips of Hermione’s love, Y/n L/n. Hermione remembers the first time she was called that, she doubts she could ever forget it.

The night had been long in the best way possible, warm bodies entangled with each other. If she closed her eyes she could still feel the way Y/n’s hot, heaving chest touched her own with every intake of breath. Her fingers were following the gentle curve of Y/n’s hip, that’s when it happened.

Y/n lifted her hand to caress Hermione’s cheek, completely lost in the tired eyes of her lover.

“My dove.” It was quiet, though Hermione felt as though it spoke volumes and prompted her to lean in and take the girl's lips with her own once again.

Hermione smiled at the memory, she would’ve burned all her books and shouted from the rooftops if Y/n had asked her to that night. She took a moment from her thoughts, looking to Y/n sitting just a few seats in front of her in Professor Binns History of Magic class. Her eyes raked over the girls figure, and even through the yellow accented robes Hermione could see the outline of her beautiful lover.

Y/n, feeling the pair of eyes on her, turned around to meet the culprit. A smile breaking onto her face as she saw her girlfriend looking at her, lopsided grin etched onto her fair face. The look of pure enamorment made Y/n giggle, eyes glancing down to her shoes before popping back up to look at Hermione again. With a small shake of her head she mouthed a ‘pay attention’ and turned around to continue her notes. Hermione, having already taken the notes on her own, let out her own quiet giggle making Ron grumble next to her.

“How come Harry and I couldn’t talk but you can make googly eyes at your girlfriend?”  

Hermione scoffed, expression turning to one of friendly annoyance, “Firstly, Ronald, I was not making googly eyes. I was merely appreciating her beauty today. Secondly, I’ve already done my notes.”

Harry tried to hold in his laugh but ended up letting out a rather choked chuckle but didn’t say anything. He was too busy wishing Ginny would look at him the way Hermione looked at Hufflepuff’s Y/n L/n.

Hermione saw Ron’s silence as an invitation to delve back into her thoughts about her girlfriend.

The night they first kissed coming to mind. She internally groaned at how nervous she was that night in front of the Hufflepuff common room barrels.

The day had been cold, blinding white snow blanketed the entirety of the Hogwarts grounds. Hermione and Y/n had gotten back from a trip to Hogsmeade and had been wandering around the castle grounds aimlessly. Both wanting to think it was a date yet neither voicing their wishes.

They giggled, heads close together, as they stumbled to lean against the barrels. They were cutting it close, ten minutes to curfew yet Hermione still insisted on walking Y/n to her common room.

“It’s almost curfew, we’ve got to keep quiet.” Hermione whispered with a breathy laugh.

The air was suddenly thick, Y/n felt her hands start to sweat again as Hermione was now impossibly close, closer than she had previously realized.

Her voice was soft, fearing to ruin the moment if she were any louder, “I had a really great time today, Hermione.”

Hermione nodded, eyes moving to look at the floor, bashfulness flooding her veins.

“Me too. We should hang out again, some time. If you want, that is, we don’t have to-”

She was quickly cut off, “I’d love to. This Friday, I promised Professor Sprout I’d check into the greenhouse and water a few of the plants. I’m sure she won’t mind if you accompanied, then we could do whatever you’d like.”

Hermione was quick to agree, not caring where they were, just wanting to be with her.

Five minutes to curfew and Hermione was now leaning in. At least she thinks she is, it feels as though she is, but she’s lost control of her body and if it were under any other circumstance she would be very, very worried.

“I should get going…”

She wanted to curse herself as she heard the words come from her mouth, oh the way Ginny would laugh at her when she told her. Harry would be so disappointed and, Merlin, Hermione just wished there was a book on this stuff. Why would she say that?

Y/n’s felt her face fall, she had read the situation entirely wrong.

“Oh, yeah, it’s late, you’re right.” The words were muttered and quiet, and for the first time she spoke without a smile.

It was with bravery that Godric Gryffinder himself would be envious of, surely this was what the hat saw when he put her in her house, Hermione reached out to grab the wrist of the already retreating form of the girl she had been thinking about endlessly for the past year and pulled the her body into her own.

Her hands found the sides of Y/n’s face, cradling her jaw as she smashed their lips together, the short gasp and return of the kiss allowed Hermione to relax. Then, much to Hermione’s surprise and enjoyment, she was pushed against the side of the barrels by Y/n as she deepened the kiss, her hands travelling down to play with the loops on her jeans.

They pulled away, almost simultaneously, and Y/n leaned in one last time to give Hermione a short peck as she smiled. Their goodbyes were quiet, giggles and red cheeks proudly displayed until a nearby painting reprimanded them for being out past curfew causing Hermione to frantically kiss Y/n goodbye once more, far shorter than previously, and rush to her common room.

That was the first time Hermione Granger had ever been out past curfew on her own.

“Ready to go, my dove?”

The voice brought the Gryffindor girl out of her thoughts, turning to meet the waiting smile of Y/n. Hermione nodded as she packed her things quickly and turned to Ron and Harry before grabbing her girlfriend’s hand and leaving.

“I’ll give you my notes to use later.” She said with a small nod.

Turning on her heel she grabbed Y/n’s waiting hand and they walked out of the class. Harry and Ron watched as the hand holding between the two shifted to Hermione wrapping her arm around Y/n’s shoulders and Y/n wrapping her arm around Hermione’s waist, both of the girls smiling as they disappeared through the door frame.

“You know,” Ron turned to Harry. “We need to get Y/n a really great Christmas gift.”

Harry agreed, “Yeah, she’s made Hermione really happy, hasn’t she?”

“Forget happiness, she’s letting us use all her notes and essays now. Bloody hell, we owe any OWLs we get to that Hufflepuff.”

#Hermione Granger #Hermione Granger imagine #harry potter imagines #hermione granger x fem!reader #hermione x reader

[adenei]

Finding My Way To You - Ch. 8

AO3 // FFN

Adjusting

“Mum, I really don’t think all of this is necessary..” Hermione said the following day. Her parents had both taken the day off to spend time with them, and Jean had whisked her daughter away for lunch and an afternoon of shopping. 

“What? Being able to spend time with my daughter? When’s the last time we went shopping together? Hermione, dear, you are desperately in need of some new clothes! Plus, I want to help you find something special for your date tonight,” Mrs. Granger smiled knowingly.

Hermione sighed. Her mother was right. The clothes she did have were ragged from being on the run for almost a year, and it was nice to be able to spend time with her again. This was the kind of thing she’d hoped to do with her mother before sixth year started, when she thought she and Ron may be on the verge of something then. Speaking of…

“Mum, what did Ron say to you last night to change your mind about things?” she asked again, hoping she’d crack on the fourth try.

They’d been out much longer than Hermione had expected, which made her nervous, but when they’d returned, Ron looked relieved and Mum had a smile on her face. Hermione looked at her dad for help in gathering an explanation, but he simply shrugged. Even Ron was tight lipped about the exchange last night. That annoyed her, and subsequently cut into their ‘getting to know you’ time she was hoping for.

What Ron did admit was what her mother was planning for tomorrow evening. “She called to make a reservation at some posh seafood restaurant for us tomorrow evening.”

“All four of us?” Hermione asked for clarification.

“No, just you and me. She wants us to go on a proper date. Said something about checking the cinemas, too, whatever that means. Would you be alright to join me for dinner tomorrow evening, say, around 6:30?” he said with a chuckle.

“I’d be delighted,” Hermione played along. “But I’m not sure I have anything to wear,” she frowned.

“Right, I forgot that bit. Your mum’s planning to be here around eleven tomorrow to take you to lunch and shopping.”

Hermione smiled at the recollection as she browsed the current boutique they were in. They already had several bags between them of new clothes for Hermione. Several new shirts and jumpers, a couple pairs of jeans, trousers and skirts, and even new undergarments, which Hermione had been resistant towards at first. She was secretly happy, though because when she was ready to take that step with Ron, she wanted something cute or sexy and not just plain old boring cotton. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of wanting to be ‘sexy’ for someone. 

She’d even caved and allowed her Mum to purchase a new swimsuit. It felt like ages since Hermione had worn one, not since their trip to France all those summers ago, and it took several choices (of both her own and others her mum tossed over the dressing room door) before Hermione had decided on a bright blue two piece with white polka dots. The top was modest enough with a twist front that had string ties in the back, and the bottom was somewhat high waisted, which made her feel more comfortable. Her mum had also picked up a couple beach towels and insisted Hermione buy flip flops, or thongs, as the Aussies called them. 

“The weather is supposed to be beautiful tomorrow. You and Ron absolutely need to experience a beach day, so you’ll be prepared!” 

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. “Mum, are you trying to plan the rest of our stay here?”

“Of course not! I just want you both to experience everything we’ve grown to love about this little corner of the world. Plus, you both deserve a bit of a holiday after everything you’ve been through.”

“Thanks, Mum,” Hermione said, as she felt an overwhelming need to hug her mother right then and there.

Their last stop found Hermione the perfect dress for her date tonight. It was teal, and flowy with wide straps and a keyhole opening. A satin band gathered at the waist to provide some shape on her body, and the flowy skirt came to her mid thigh. It was the perfect balance of elegant, yet beachy, and her mum had found a wedge, peep toe sandal to finish off the look.

“Thank you again for all of this, Mum. Even after everything I did…”

“Hermione, you’ll always be our daughter, and I’ll always love you. I only want the best for you, and even though Ron’s made mistakes in my eyes, he’s certainly proved to me that he’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, and I respect that.”

“Sometimes I think I don’t deserve him.”

“It’s all about balance, my dear. Tell me, did you ever apologize to him about the canary incident?”

Hermione felt as though ice had been poured down her back at her mother’s words. She knew that she and Ron had gotten past the whole Lavender debacle, but thinking back on it, she realized that there never was an explicit apology for that.

“I- erm-” she stuttered.

“You really should. I raised you better than that.”

“You’re right. And I suppose I probably should apologize for attacking him when he came back as well..” she hesitantly admitted.

“Excuse me?” Her mother stopped on the sidewalk and looked at her. “I did not raise you to react with violence, young lady.”

“I know, I know! I just- I let my emotions get the best of me. I promise I’ll do better about keeping them in check.”

“I’m not the one you should be making that promise to, but I appreciate the intent.”

“You’re right.”

“Dare I ask what you did to that poor boy when he came back?”

“Umm, I used him as a punching bag, as Dad would say,” Hermione admitted.

“Oh, Hermione..I know you inherited my anger, but please don’t take it out on him like that.”

“I won’t. Not anymore.”

She knew it was wrong, and even though it wasn’t something she talked about often, she was ashamed of her actions. Pride and embarrassment had forced her to ignore bringing it up, but if they were going to start off their relationship properly, it needed to be discussed.

Hermione noticed her mum checking her watch. “We’ve got just enough time to get you cleaned up and ready for your date. I had your father bring a few items over to your flat when he went to pick up Ron.”

“Items? What do you mean?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Hair product and makeup, of course!”

“But-”

“No buts! We have an hour to get you ready before Ron’s due to pick you up.”

“He’s not already there?” Hermione was having trouble keeping up with her mum, both in walking speed and conversation.

“Heavens, no! It’s a proper date, remember? Now, let’s go!”

~o~

Ron was standing in the guest bedroom of the Granger’s home. He was looking in the wall mirror at his own reflection. His afternoon had been spent out with Hugo. He’d gotten a haircut at a local barber, found swim trunks for their ‘beach day’ tomorrow as Jean kept calling it, and an outfit for his date tonight. He was wearing a nice pair of trousers with camel colored dress shoes. His shirt was light blue with faint, thin pinstripe lines to give the illusion of texture. 

For the first time since Bill and Fleur’s wedding, he was proud of the way he looked. Mr. Granger had a knack for muggle style, and even though he was older, Ron trusted his judgement. He reminded himself of one of those business lads that flooded the sidewalks on the morning and evening commutes. He felt bad, and had tried to pay for the clothes himself, but Hugo had insisted. Mr. Granger had offered to purchase more for Ron when he caught him eyeing a new pair of trainers, and jeans that might actually fit his long legs, but Ron politely refused. 

“Ready to go?” Hugo called from the bottom of the stairs, drawing Ron out of his thoughts. 

He couldn’t wait to see Hermione. It’d been a long afternoon without her. Especially because he’d grown accustomed to being with her day in and day out. They made the short drive over to the flat, where Jean was waiting by the door. She held the door open for Ron as she wished them well for the night and reminded him of how to get to the restaurant, which was about five blocks away.

He watched them go and then bounded up the stairs. He was about to just walk into their shared flat, but paused and remembered that this was a date, so he knocked on the door. Ron barely had to wait for Hermione to open it.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the sight of her in front of him made his jaw drop and he was pretty sure his heart stopped briefly. She was gorgeous. Her mum had no doubt helped her tame her wild curls, and it looked like she was wearing just enough makeup to accentuate her features. Not like the grams of it Lavender would plaster on her face every day. Her chocolate brown eyes were brought out by a light layer of deep purple, which were staring at him in much the same way he was looking at her, with adoration. And Merlin, that dress. She wasn’t one to wear dresses casually. Not that this was casual or anything, but he’d only really ever seen her in her school uniform or formal wear. He needed to say something to snap himself out of it before he lost his senses completely.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

“And you cut your hair,” she responded. “It suits you. You look really nice in muggle clothes.” Hermione smiled shyly at him. 

Ron smiled back at him as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. Why did this feel so weird? This was Hermione, his best friend. “Should we, er, get going? We’ve got a bit of a walk.”

Hermione nodded as she grabbed her purse and locked up. Ron held out his hand and she took it as they made their way down the sidewalk towards the restaurant. They were quiet for a while, until Hermione finally said, “Is it just me, or does this feel…”

“Weird?” Ron finished.

“Yes!” Hermione said through an exhale.

“Yeah...what’s wrong with us? We haven’t changed or anything,” Ron joked.

“I know,” Hermione said. He noticed her blush in the soft glow of the streetlight.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, it’s just that- nevermind, it’s rubbish,” Hermione talked herself out of saying what she was thinking.

“No, tell me. Please?” Ron urged gently.

Hermione took a deep breath. “I guess I’m just worried I’m going to mess this up. I don’t want to do or say anything wrong,” she admitted.

“Me too,” Ron agreed. They walked another block or so, double checking street signs so they didn’t miss a turn.

“Do you think it’s like this for all couples who were friends first?” Hermione asked him.

“Er, yeah, could be. Never really thought about it, though.” Ron admitted.

“So, then, maybe we should just act like nothing’s really different. Let’s not put extra pressure on anything,” Hermione suggested.

Ron chuckled. “That works for me. I think this is it.” He pointed to a sign just up ahead.

They checked in at the hostess stand and were seated at a table on the edge of the main dining room. It felt more private than some of the other tables in the center of the room, and gave them a spectacular view of the ocean lit up by the moonlight.

As Ron began to look at the menu, he noticed the prices. It was expensive. They ordered their drinks from the server, and then they were alone again to look over the menu. 

“Er, Hermione,” Ron said, getting her attention. She peeked at him from over her menu. “I don’t know if I have enough to, er…”

He saw her eyebrows raise in understanding. “Don’t worry, Mum gave me her credit card. It’s taken care of.”

“But your parents have already done so much for us,” Ron protested. “And it’s our first, er second, date. I should pay..” That’s what a true gentleman did, wasn’t it?

“Please, it’s okay. They want to spoil us,” Hermione told him.

He sighed and gave in. It was either that or insist they leave, which could cause a scene and he didn’t want that either. “So then, what would you suggest for a meal?” he asked her, looking at the varieties of shellfish that he’d never had.

He ended up settling on a pasta dish that included a variety of seafood. Scallops, shrimp, and clams in a light wine and butter cream sauce. Hermione had chosen a salmon dish over risotto, and they’d split an appetizer of crab stuffed mushrooms. The meal was delicious, despite Hermione having to help guide him through eating so he wouldn’t accidentally consume any shells. 

They were browsing over the dessert menu as Hermione said, “Seafood always tastes better when it’s fresh, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure it does, not that I have much to compare it to. We’ll have to find a place when we’re back in England so I can see if there’s a difference.” 

His heart skipped a beat as he watched her face light up at his suggestion. “I’d like that.”

Their desserts came shortly after as they talked about what they wanted and needed to do when they got back to England. Ron had opted for a chocolate mousse cake, while Hermione chose creme brulee. She began picking at it about halfway through.

“Everything alright?” he asked her.

“Yes, of course! I’m just getting full, that’s all.” He could tell when she was lying because she didn’t make eye contact.

“Hermione…”

“I’m sorry about attacking you with the canaries sixth year,” she said through a grimace. “It was, um, brought to my attention that I never actually apologized about it.”

“That’s what was bothering you? It’s ancient history, Hermione, it’s fine.”

“See, you always say that, but it’s not. I can’t just physically hurt you when I’m angry at you. Like when I punched you after you came back to the hunt..”

“It’s...alright. I was a prat, too,” Ron tried to make her feel better.

“Yes, but you’ve never physically hurt me. I promise I won’t do that ever again. I’ll keep my emotions in check.” She met his eyes this time, indicating her sincerity.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Ron smiled. “Now, can we discuss something a bit more light hearted?” He suggested.

Hermione smiled gratefully as she took another bite of her dessert. “Did you want to go to the cinemas?” She checked her watch. “If we hurry, the one Mum suggested starts in twenty minutes just down the street.”

“I don’t know. As much as I’d like to experience it, I think I’d rather take a walk on the beach if you wanted to.”

“I like that idea so much better,” Hermione smiled. “Mum will forgive me for not following her plan completely, I’m sure. Besides, I’m sure some movie will be playing on the telly when we get back.”

“Brilliant!”

After they paid for their meal, they exited the restaurant and crossed the street to one of the many public entrances to the beach. They chose to walk along the water where the sand was a bit harder, and headed in the direction of their temporary flat. Hand in hand, they meandered along.

“The waves are so much calmer here than at Shell Cottage,” Ron remarked.

“That’s because the weather is much nicer. Every body of water can be rough and choppy or smooth with gentle waves,” Hermione explained.

He knew that, of course, but sometimes he loved to listen to her explain things. It had become a sort of comfort to him years ago. He just pretended it annoyed him to get under her skin. “Do you know how many times I hoped that we could experience something like this, but was convinced we’d be dead by the end?” he asked softly.

“I know. We nearly were...several times,” Hermione said.

“How’d we make it out? How’d we get so lucky. We shouldn't have..” Ron had to catch himself before he went into a spiral as he was reminded of who they’d lost. Fred, in particular.

“Don’t think like that,” Hermione said gently as she squeezed his hand. “We are still here, and you know he would want us to make the most of that.”

She somehow always knew what to say when it counted the most. Ron felt a rush of emotion flood over him. He loved her so much. His feet stopped right there, and he pulled Hermione back when she kept walking and was caught by her fully extended arm, their fingers still intertwined together. “You’re right. And I’m the luckiest bloke alive to have this chance with you.”

The setting was perfect. Sand beneath their feet, the moon and stars shining down on them, creating a soft glow of light, and the gentle crashing of waves close by. He pulled her close to him, bending down to kiss her. Ron felt her arms snake around his waist, while his own split duties. One hand cupped her face while the other snaked in her hair. 

He deepened the kiss and allowed himself to forget they were on the beach as he became lost in her. All he could feel was her, as he hesitantly grazed her bottom lip with his tongue. She opened her mouth further, granting him entry, as his tongue gently moved in and explored her mouth. She eagerly met his tongue with her own as Ron’s hands began to move down her body. 

He wanted more. Not that he wanted to rush things, but he was so overcome with want that it was hard to think straight. It took a car horn blaring from the streets to draw them back into reality. They reluctantly broke apart as he sought her eyes with his own.

“I think we should get back to the flat,” Hermione said breathily.

Ron simply nodded, not trusting his voice. They’d have plenty of time on the beach tomorrow.

#ROMIONE #hp post war #hp australia #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #ron x hermione

[ur-fav-alien]

The Beginning of a Priest

It was a sunny afternoon, everything felt amazing as Michelle sat in the arms of The Priest, or what she called him, Dec. They were sitting on their favorite couch in the house that was right beneath a gigantic window looking out at the stream of water that went to their favorite lake. 

Their kids, Syndicate and Cal, were running around the house yelling at each other as Cal got ready to meet up with her fiance to discuss wedding planning. 

“I don’t want to go.” Michelle said in the arms of her lover “I’m going to miss you too much.” 

Dec smiled “You know you have to, it’s not like I want you to go either.” 

She rubbed Dec’s arm as he hugged her tighter “It’s going to be painful without you. Your hair is going to be covering your eyes when I get back.” 

The Priest laughed “Do you think I should cut it? So you can see my eyes?” 

Michelle shook her head “No, I think it looks nice on you. It’s mysterious.” 

“SYN! SHUT UP!” Cal screamed from the other side of the house. 

Michelle rolled her eyes “They’re always fighting.” 

“It’s kinda funny.” 

Michelle slapped her lover’s arm “No it’s not.” She laughed “They shouldn’t be fighting so much they’re siblings. They should love each other.” 

On the other side of the room, Cal was putting on makeup as Syndicate continued to annoy her about her fiance as she worried about her fiance. 

“I’m trying to vent to you and you’re just being rude.” She said while putting on eyeshadow. 

“I’m not being rude!” Syndicate argued, “I’m simply telling you the truth, you don’t love Karlye.”

Cal stomped her foot “I do love him!” She yelled, “You just don’t see it!” 

“If you loved him you would talk to him! You haven’t talked to him for a full week and now you suddenly discussing wedding plans?” 

Cal stopped doing her makeup to turn to her brother “I haven’t talked to him in a week? Really?” 

Syndicate nodded his head “Yeah, a full week. He probably isn’t talking to you because you didn’t talk to him.” 

“Oh my Odin, I’m a terrible fiance.” Cal almost dropped her makeup brush. 

Syndicate grabbed his sister’s shoulders “You are not a terrible fiance. You just-” 

“MICHELLE!” A voice as loud as a ship rang through the house making everyone in the house flinch in fear.

Michelle grabbed her lover “Is… Hermod?” 

“What is Hermod doing here?” Dec asked frantically, standing up from the couch and barley holding onto Michelle’s hand. 

“I don’t know, I told him I was at work. He shouldn’t be here.” 

“Well, he is.” Dec kissed her passionately “Now can you please run so Hermod doesn’t find you.”

Michelle nodded and ran to the side of the house where the kids weren’t to protect them from whatever Hermod was doing. 

“MICHELLE! WHERE ARE YOU?” Hermod’s voice echoed throughout the house as The Priest was running out of options and didn’t know what to do. 

Dec ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife to protect himself as Hermod appeared in front of the couch him and Michelle were just sitting on. 

“Hermod, nice to see you.” The Priest said calmly. His hands were behind his back so Hermod couldn’t see the knife in his hand. 

Hermod’s expression was a mix of insanity and sadness “Where’s Michelle?”

Dec shrugged “I wouldn’t know. She’s not here.” 

Hermod scoffed “Don’t play dumb, I saw her walk in your house. I know she’s here MICHELLE! What did you do to my wife?” 

“I did nothing to your wife, she not here-” A knife was sticking straight through Dec’s eyeball making him scream in pain and fall to the ground, dropping his knife. 

Hermod walked over to Dec and kicked his head into the ground making the knife go farther into Dec’s eyeball. The Priest screamed so much as the blood poured out of his eyeball, he passed out from the pain. 

Hermod took two more knives from his brown boots that he always wore “MICHELLE! WHERE ARE YOU?” He screamed as he went into the direction the kids were in.

Syndicate held onto Cal as they both shook with fear. 

“Why is… Why is Hermod in the house?” Cal stuttered. 

“Why would I know.” 

“I don’t know.” 

The two slowly backed away from the entrance of their room which was connected to the living room that their father and mother were in by a long hallway. 

“I’m going to go check out what’s happening.” Syndicat let go of Cal. 

“What no.” Cal grabbed her brother’s wrist “You’re not going anywhere I don’t know what Hermod is doing here but I don’t like it.” 

“Cal.” Syndicate turned towards his sister “I’m just going to go out the hallway and check out what’s happening. Everything is going to be fine.” 

Cal hesitantly let go of her brother’s wrist “I love you, you know that right?” 

Syndicate smiled “Of course I do. I love you too, and it’s not like I’m going to die.” 

“I don’t care, I still want you to know.” 

“Okay whatever, I love you.” Syndicate said before walking over to the hallway that led to the living room his father was in. 

As he carefully walked through the hallway a feeling of dread filled his stomach as he saw the unmoving body of his father on the hardwood floor with blood pooling under his head. 

“Dad?” Syndicate said weakly before blur appeared from the bathroom in the hallway and a knife was stuck through his mouth. He felt the cold metal against his tongue as Hermod began to wiggle the knife around making the hole in his cheek bigger and Syndicate’s screams louder. 

A second knife was then driven into his stomach, making blood spurt everywhere. Hermod pulled both the knives out and moved to the side as Syndicate fell to the floor. 

Cal’s body started shaking tremendously as tears flowed down her cheeks and dripped onto the floor. It took all of her strength to walk to the entrance of the room she was in only to have her throat slit by Hermod, getting blood all over his face. She fell on the floor with a loud THUD! 

Hermod realized that Michelle wasn’t in this room, he shouted in frustration and moved to the other side of the house where there was a kitchen, a hallway, and another room. A smile grew on Hermod’s face as he realized that Michelle couldn’t be in the kitchen, couldn’t be in the hallway since there were no rooms to hide in so he marched his way into the room at the end of the hallway.

Hermod ran out of the house with a screaming and thrashing Michelle in his arms. She pounded her fist against his hands, smacked his face, kicked his legs with her heels but nothing was working… he wasn’t letting her go. 

He ran to his boat which was close enough to the house that he didn’t have to run through a crowd of people that might take Michelle from him. He climbed the rope that was connected to his boat with Michelle thrown over his shoulder thrashing and punching him in the back and screaming at him to let her go. 

He threw her onto the boat with her head hitting the floor of the ship making her feel dizzy.  She wobbled upwards as Hermod started yelled at her.

“Why would you go with him! The Priest!” 

Michelle felt like throwing up right then in there but she held her stomach to answer her husband “Because he… he loves me.” 

“Oh like I don’t love you?!” Hermod pointed a bloody knife at his cheating wife “I love you so much! I’VE NEVER LOVED SOMEONE MORE!” 

“He loves me in a different way. He caring way.” Michelle said weakly as she looked around her area for something to defend herself with. 

“I CARED FOR YOU!” He yelled. 

Michelle spotted a shard of glass and a lightbulb went off in her head “He gives me something you never gave me! Respect! He asked me if I was sad if I was okay! YOU’VE DON’T NOTHING MORE ME!” Michelle yelled which she soon regretted as her stomach started feeling weird. She stuck her leg out to the side so her foot could hold down on the glass shard and drag it to her.

“I gave you so much respect!” Hermod hissed “I gave you everything you could’ve asked for.” 

Michelle kicked the shard up to her hand “Hermod, I loved you. I’ve always loved you but Dec made me feel special. He showed me what true loved is.” Michelle brought the shard up to her neck. 

Hermod’s eyes went wide as he realized what she was doing “Michelle, please. Please don’t do this.” 

“I love you Hermy, but you just aren’t the one I want.” She stuck the glass shard into her throat and dragged it across making blood go all over the floor. Her hand fell from the glass and soon her body fell to the floor as blood pooled around her. 

Hermod slid next to her body on his knees as he started crying out in grief. He grabbed Michelle’s lifeless body and pulled her onto his lap and cried into her chest.                                       Stay tuned for PT. 2 <3

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[sydstarot]

Pick A Card Reading!!

Advice for your future via me and some tarot cards I've read for you.

These are going to be pretty simple how’re-the-next-couple-weeks-gonna-go-for-me reading. Please pick the color you gravitate towards the most... or whichever color is closest to the color of your shirt. Either way it’s fate. If you pick one and it seems wrong you can pick another one, it’s technically illegal but no one is gonna call the police on you.

Also, take everything with a grain of salt because I am both a teenager and funny.

Readings under the cut!

Red:  

Nine of cups- You did it!!! Wow. I’m so proud of you. :’)

Seven of pentacles- You’re a hard worker and it pays off! Maybe you’re getting good grades or gettin dat money but either way, it’s because of your methodical work. Something that’s important to remember is that you’ve got to keep up your work if you want to keep succeeding like this. One good harvest doesn’t set you for life babe, don’t get cocky.

Queen of pentacles- This is you, even if you’re not a woman. The queen of pentacles is just someone who’s good at their job! They work hard to do that and shouldn’t take anything from people who say they aren’t trying hard enough.  

Hey so, Red, you’ve maybe (definitely) got a problem with belittling the amount of work you do. So, jot that down. You’re doing amazing sweetie. My advice to you is to just keep it up. Your routine is good and doesn’t let people tell you you’re boring because of it or any other stuff. Work on the things that you care about and you’ll be happy and do well.

Blue:

The star- So y’know how in the bible or whatever they followed that star to find Jesus? This is basically that but Jesus is happiness and the star is your desire. Just do what makes you happy my man and things will go well.

Three of cups- Again: things will go well. I get that you’re anxious about them... not doing that, and I totally understand. But stuff is going to be great. You probably went to homecoming or another party, and it went well no matter how awkward you think you were.. Your next few weeks seem like a nice time.

Eight of swords- You know how I said that you’re anxious. This is how I knew that. You’re overthinking things. Just take a step back and look at what you want and think about it logically. Notice how this girl has a blindfold on and has a bajillion swords around her. Those represent your worries, babe. Which is relatable but not helpful. Take off the blindfold and look at those swords and you’ll realize they’re like... made of plastic or something.  

So, my overall advice for you, Blue, is to stop worrying so darn much. If you keep this up you’re going to ruin your own fun. Everything will be fine if you stop listening to your stupid anxiety-ridden instincts. These next few weeks are gonna be great.  

Green:

Three of wands- So you’re project is gonna continue to go well, but you gotta keep planning. Never know what's around the corner.

The hanging man- Okay so this isn’t a bad card but it does mean that something kinda sucky might happen these next couple weeks. It’s okay though because you’re going to learn something from it.  

Death- So, you’re gonna die. I guess the thing you learned from that bad situation was the nature of the afterlife. Just kidding. Death doesn’t mean death. You’re going to be starting a new chapter in your life, probably due to the perspective you gained from the rut you were in.

Green, my smart babe, my blue-yellow mix, take some time to consider how you feel about the things that are going on around you. Things are going well, but maybe not in the way you want them to. My advice is to do some self-reflection and ask yourself why you feel the way you do. Your next few weeks are gonna go good, they just might be different than you thought they would. Keep this in mind! Things aren’t going bad, they’re just going different.  

Yellow:

Five of cups- Hey so are you in a fight with your friends? Because I’m feeling some conflict. Maybe someone stopped talking to you suddenly or you left your friend group for reasons you can’t explain, but either way, it’s making people sad.

The hermit- You don’t mind being on your own, maybe you thrive on it or you’re used to it. Either way, this conflict has left you feeling lonely. Use this as an opportunity to think.

Two of wands- Okay so you’re gonna patch up this conflict. That’s nice. I was hoping there’d be a happy ending for you mostly because I don’t like being a bummer but also because you deserve it. In order to patch things up though, you’re gonna have to make some compromises... which –I can tell, you aren’t a big fan of those- but it’ll be worth it.

Yellow, you’re one of my favorite types of people. My advice for your next couple of weeks? Pay attention to your friends. Sometimes you focus on yourself a bit too much and that’s okay! It makes you a very self-aware person, which is nice but sometimes your friends need more attention. If listening to your friends doesn’t work, don’t worry. They just need some time alone. Just be there and be ready to make some compromises. Everything will work out.  

Grey:

The fool- I love this card because I get to tell people they’re being dumb. That’s not at all what the card means but I can have my fun. Really this means that even though you’re sometimes seen as an idiot you’re really not. You’ve got depth. You’re a fully realized creation. You just like to have fun, don’t let people get you down for it.  Listen to your inner child baby, get excited instead of anxious.  

The Empress- I'm! So! Proud! Of! You! For! This! Character! Growth! You’re gonna have some epiphanies and it’s gonna be so good.  

The sun- Like I said, it’s going to be good. You’re not totally at peace with yourself yet but you’re getting there, and progress is progress no matter what. Just try not to backslide. You’ve got a lot going on and I know it's kind of overwhelming but as long as you keep yourself and others in mind while going through this it’ll all turn up roses.

Grey, ma boy, you’re so cool. My advice to you is to just keep an open mind and give yourself time to self-reflect. We both know your brain can turn into a mine-field if you don’t give yourself time to think things through and no one really needs that right now, least of all you. But yeah. Your next couple of weeks are gonna be peachy-keen.

So this has been Readings With Sydney. Hope you enjoyed it or just got some good advice.  

#free reading #tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #pick a card reading #colors #me #syd's readings

[yoramkelmer]

Hogwarts Too Exposed Chapter 23: The Seer

Welcome back to the sporking. I know it´s been a year since the last time, but I finally got the energy to continue. I hope to finish the sporking of the second to last chapter of the fic today already.

When we last left off, there was (yet) another cliffhanger, and I´ll just say it now, it´s the Moaning Myrtle, as she also had to be dragged into this dreck. As she died as she was still a virgin, she is curious to what Jamie and Alex are doing. It ends with this here:

Myrtle was reluctant to leave, but decided that a descriptive conversation was better than nothing. "You won't forget; you promise?" Myrtle practically begged. "I'll come visit you in your bathroom immediately after my last class," Jamie promised. "Would it be possible for him to drop the towel before I leave?" Myrtle asked, almost pleaded. "I don't think so," Jamie said. "Alex isn't a naturist. He's rather embarrassed for his privates to be seen." As Jamie was speaking, however, Alex did something extremely unanticipated. He loosened his towel and let it drop to the floor. "Myrtle, if it's all right with you, I'd like to come and visit you with Jamie tomorrow," Alex said. Myrtle stared at Alex, her face carrying an expression that actually resembled a smile as she stuttered, "Th... that would b... be nice," before disappearing, with a swooshing sound, down the drain. Jamie just stood staring at Alex and shaking her head. "You never cease to amaze me Mr. Ward. What possessed you to drop that towel and tell Myrtle you'd accompany me tomorrow?" "Everyone makes fun of her; calls her 'Moaning Myrtle'." Alex said. "Jamie, she was no older than us when her life was taken from her. She never got to experience love like we have. What if that had happened to one of us? And now she's destined to spend eternity in the Hogwarts plumbing system. "I feel sorry for her. If dropping my towel gave her a smile and made her existence more bearable, I'm glad I did it," Alex admitted unashamedly. Jamie had a tear in her eye. "Add another entry to the long list of reasons why I love you," she said. "Meet me in the middle of the bed, and I'll show you just how much."

Jamie is such a speshul and selfless Mary Sue that she wants to teach a ghost about Sex. Yeah. Right.

*barf*

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Cut for a very boring and dragged out scene with Harry and Hermione talking about their past, whether Caitlin and Emily are “done with it” and a reminder of the court case regarding Amanadas pregnancy.

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"I can't do this!" Ron grumbled. "People are only supposed to be naked when they have sex or take a shower. Not when they sit down to dinner."

I feel for Ron right now, even though this strawman dialogue is terrible and forced. "You never seem to have a problem with me being nude the majority of the time," Samantha protested. "That's because you're a girl, a very attractive girl. Girls look good naked, but it's gay for a guy to parade around like this," Ron argued. "What will Timmy think?

You can really feel here how much Neil hates Ron. "I don't know," Sam admitted. "I only know that if we're going on this cruise, you have to start somewhere and being nude at home in front of Timmy and me seems the logical first step." "Maybe this whole cruise thing was a bad idea. Perhaps we should just forget it and see if we can get our money refunded," Ron suggested. "Is that what you really want to do?" Sam asked, dejectedly. "I'll have Hermione check into it, if you like." One look at the disenchanted expression on Sam's face and Ron realized he couldn't back out. "It's just.... Look at me! I'm a tall scrawny, pile of freckles. Maybe if I was some Greek Adonis it wouldn't be so bad."

Cut for more boring. And then Timmy comments on how big Rons penis is. Oh G-d is this terrible....

Friday, February 18, 2005 10:00 AM "Do you have any idea why the change of location for the meeting?" Hermione asked as Severus and she hurried toward the conference room. "It was made to sound like it was being done out of deference to you," the Headmaster responded, "but I imagine it's more of a surprise inspection of the school." Is Neil trying to make already out of character Snape sound like Dumbledore?

"I'm sorry Severus," Hermione said guiltily. "I didn't mean to make trouble for you. It's just that I couldn't sit idly by and let Amanda be tossed out of school without even trying to prevent it." "There's no need for you to apologize," Severus said. "I totally support your viewpoint. I'm just concerned that this meeting may turn out to be more about Professor Granger than Amanda Pierce. Of course they will make this all be about Hermie Sue. The board was rather backed into a corner and compelled to keep you on after the Playwizard incident. They might see this as an opportunity to vent their frustration." 

Be prepared for a totally clichéed court case filled with Strawmen, even worse than the custody case earlier in this fic.  "Amanda doesn't have a chance of staying in school, does she?" Hermione asked, aggravation evident in her voice. "I can't believe the Board of Governors would use her to get back at me." 

Come on, we all know that she is going to stay.  "I doubt they would allow Amanda to remain under any condition," Severus answered. "Phineas Buster -___-  and his wife will, however, take great pleasure in making you think the outcome is because of you." Hermione came to a sudden stop. "If they've already made their decision, why are we wasting our time?" "Because they are bland moustache twirling villains who do this all for the LOLs Hermione, I believe in miracles, and I believe in you," Severus said, putting his arm around Hermione, encouragingly. "If anyone can pull this off, it's you." 

Things Severus would never say #9784553  "I wish I had your faith."

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12:15 PM "I believe that concludes all the business before the Board with the exception of the Amanda Pierce issue," Phineas Buster announced. "I move that she be immediately expelled. Those in agreement please signify." 

It´s time to find a gif that pretty much illustrates this character:

"Excuse me," Severus said interrupting Phineas, "Aren't we going to discuss the matter first? Professor Granger has been waiting in the outer chamber for over two hours to address the Board on the subject. The governors exchanged glances of varying surprise, most seemingly unaware that Hermione was planning to testify. 

Why were they, though?  "Yes, I received your owl stating that the learned Professor would like to address us," Mr. Buster said patronizingly, just as he paused to twirl his moustache. "I really feel it is a waste of our valuable time." "It most certainly would be," Balla Buster seriously?, concurred. "The little trollop got herself pregnant and thus must pay the consequences. Hogwarts is a school of witchcraft and wizardry, not a school of sin and fornication." 

Here we have the stereotypical puritan strawman. For the sake of the LOLs I´m gonna imagine her like Aunt Lydia. 

"But if Professor Granger has been waiting that lengthy a time to address us, we should at least afford her the respect of listening to what she has to say," Amelia Bones urged. Much to the chagrin of Phineas Buster, many of the other governors agreed with Ms Bones. He paused again to twirl his moustache. 

"Very well," Phineas said reluctantly. "Headmaster Snape, will you please ask Professor Granger to join us?" As Severus stood to go and get Hermione, Phineas commented not the least bit softly to his wife. "This should be good; the tart defending the trollop." 

As Hermione entered the room, she glanced at the faces of the twelve governors, trying desperately to hide her feeling of total despair. She´s so beautiful, it´s a curse! At age fifty, Amelia Bones was easily the youngest board member; she at least acknowledged Hermione with a smile. As introductions were made some of the others gave her a polite nod, others simply glanced at her grumpily.

Hermione had immediately recognized Professor Tofty and Griselda Marchbanks from her O.W.L. tests and was shocked to discover that Neville's grandmother was on the board as well. The balance of the members, she had never met before, but they all shared one commonality; they were, for the most part, ancient. 

Now, I myself am not that big on knowlegde on HP-lore, and therefore don´t know these names, but I find it really annoying the way Neil just puts in random names to show off his big knowledge and trying too hard to sound like JKR when writing. 

His writing sucks.  "Professor Granger, the Headmaster informs us that you would like to address us prior to our expelling of Amanda Pierce," Phineas Buster echoed in an irate voice. "Please make it brief since it is already past noon." Hermione had intended to maintain her composure, knowing that it would serve no good purpose to anger the governors, but the way this arrogant bastard addressed her made it sound like she was an annoyance and that Amanda was already out. "I'm sorry that you feel I am wasting your time," she said, addressing the entire board, but directing her gaze at Phineas Buster, "but I feel a young woman's future is of more importance than stuffing our faces. I'm sure you can survive." Hermione looked intently at Buster's portly stomach. 

Beauty equals goodness, after all.  Severus grimaced. He had doubted that Hermione had any prospect of convincing the board to allow Amanda to remain, but had hoped the meeting would at least be civil. Evidently, neither Phineas Buster nor Hermione intended to restrain him or herself. 

But Hermie Sue is of course in the right when she acts this way.  "We have to guard the reputation of the school," Balla Buster said, smugly. "Perhaps Miss Pierce should have been more concerned about her future when she decided to act as foolishly as she did. Your alzheimers is dangerous!" 

Snip.

Then this:

"They should abstain," Bella Buster it´s hard to know whether this is what Neil originally wanted to name Ballabuster, but for several paragraphs her name was “Balla”, and for the rest of this scene, it´s “Bella” - it really shows how bad Neils writing is and how bad his betas are. If these betas actually exist, that is.  bellowed. "In my day a young lady never considered having sex before marriage." Hermione studied Bella, who had to be at least one hundred fifty. "Was yours a prearranged marriage," Hermione asked. Bella was caught off guard and became flustered. "Well, yes, but what does that have to do with it? Brides were all virgins. Our generation had morals." "May I ask how old you were when you and Mr. Buster were married?" Bella dithered before finally saying, "Thirteen."

This is the first time we hear about this kind of young marriages in this Saga - and keep in mind, in this scene it is treated as wrong and oldstylish, but in the next fic Neil has no problem with a 13-14 year old girl having a relationship with a guy in his twenties. 

And cut to the end of the trial, with Draco saving the day and Amanada can remain in school despite her pregnancy. 

The next part I think is a proof of Neil being a fan of the Draco Trilogy:

Hermione ran to catch up with Draco. "Draco," she yelled. He stopped and turned toward her. "Thank you," she said, kissing him on the cheek. 

The Draco Trilogy all over again.  "Don't go all mushy on me, Granger. It's still me, Ole Draco. I've not suddenly become one of the good guys." 

"But what you did in there," she said, looking confused. "Nothing has changed. At some future meeting, we'll undoubtedly be at each others' throats again," Draco said dismissively. "Some things will never change. I'm a pure blood and you're a muggleborn." 

This sounds so forced. 

And also Neil desperately trying to portray Draco as “in-character”. Not to mention that the blood status here seems misplaced too, considering this canon where Draco was abandoned by Crabbe and Goyle etc.  "But..." "I was concerned that you might have a fit and end up quitting," Draco admitted. "You might be an insufferable, know-it-all, but you're too damn good a teacher to lose." 

-_-  Hermione simply smiled. "Protest all you want, but I think there still might be hope for you."

You´re in Hogwarts Exposed, all hope is lost by default here. 

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Cut for a  boring scene with Quidditch info that goes nowhere. 

Now we get back to the actual plot again:

"I think perhaps I should have listened to you," what 12 year old talks like that? Emily said in a conceding voice as they seated themselves at the long Slytherin table. "I'll change clothes immediately after breakfast." "What made you change you mind?" Kim asked. "My bare bum against the wooden bench. If there isn't enough skirt for me to sit on, it must really be short," Emily admitted. "It's a weird thing about being a nudist. I'm not the least bit bothered if anyone sees me totally naked or even gets a glimpse of my so called private parts, but it does bother me if people think I am purposely dressing to expose those areas." 

Besides the fact that she talks like an adult, these are all LIES. Emily lives only to be seen naked by others!  "Most people probably wouldn't understand, but I believe I do," Kim said supportingly. She has been assimilated. "You don't dress skimpily in order to be sexy, but rather just because you hate wearing clothes." Repeating this Mantra won´t make it true. 

"That's it," Emily said, relieved that Kim understood, "but most people can't identify with how naturists feel having to be clothed all the time." Emily looked around the Great Hall. "Fortunately for me, most people either ate early or are skipping breakfast today." 

The dialogue, as you might have noticed, gets worse and worse each chapter.  The Great Hall, which on a school day was always crammed with students grabbing a good breakfast before the start of classes, was normally much calmer of weekends due to many students and even staff opting to sleep in. That was either apparently especially true today or everyone had eaten early, because with only fifteen minutes left before the end of breakfast, there were only about fifty students total at the four house tables. 

I though there were classes on weekends too? Remember last chapter? The Slytherin table was especially empty with huge gaps separating those present. Dick Bancroft and his ever present shadow, Dennis Crow were seated at the end closet to the staff table, so naturally Emily and Kim had sat at the extreme other end. The only other Slytherins present were the Scary Sues Denise and Janice who were on the other side about two-thirds of the way down the table and Tyler, who was on their side about mid table, sitting alone. Emily and Kim were enjoying this relative privacy; using the time to talk about the cruise. Emily had just taken a sip of her orange juice when it happened. UUUUUUUHHHHH At first Kim thought the glass had slipped for Emily's hand and broken, but then she saw the blood and realized that Emily had crushed the glass. 

Now we get to the thing that is the next oh so big point of the main plot that is mostly tossed aside for the boring soap opera bits.  Emily seemed oblivious to her injury as she stood up from the table, blood dripping from her bleeding hand. Kim tried talking to her friend, but Emily appeared to be in a trance, not even aware of her surroundings. When Emily spoke; it was with a voice not her own, but deep and raspy and so loud that her words echoed through the Hall. 

Remember the plot point about Jamie and Emilys father being a “seer”, who apparently couldnt foresee his own death? And how he definately was the last in his line with this power?

Yeah, it´s Emily who is the seer in the prophecy. 

Here is the full prophecy - be prepared for Neils purple prose:

"THE STARS PROCLAIM THE RETURN OF THE GREATEST DARKLORD FROM THE BLOOD OF INNOCENTS FOUR, THE GREAT LORD SLYTHERIN'S SPIRIT SHALL POUR. TWO OF HIS OWN, SEER AND HEIR, TWO OF HIS ENEMIES, HEALER AND HEIR, TWO DROPS OF EACH, NOT ANY MORE, WITH THEIR DEATH BY HIS HAND, TO HIS BODY HE WILL BE RETURNED, TO WALK THE EARTH A MORTAL MAN, BUT WHEN SLYTHERIN AND EVIL ARE JOINED, NOT EVEN THE COVENANT WILL BRING THE RESULT DOWN. THE DARKEST OF TIMES THEIR JOINING WILL BRING, SORROW AND PAIN WILL OFT BE THE FAME. MANY WILL DIE DREADING THE NAME, SALAZAR SLYTHERIN. THE WORLD WILL HAVE BUT ONE HOPE AND THAT IS TWO CUBED TO EIGHT WITH HEALTH AND SIGHT AND SPIRIT BRIGHT, THE HEART AND SOUL AND MIND WILL ADD THEIR WEIGHT BUT ONLY WHEN THE FLAMING DAUGHTER AND THE MOONCHILD JOIN THE FRAY WILL THE WORLD DEFEAT EVIL AND RETURN SLYTHERIN TO HIS GRAVE"

When she finished speaking, Emily collapsed to the floor in an epileptic type of seizure. Kim was at a loss as to what to do as her friend violently gyrated on the floor, shaking and tossing about. Since Emily and Kim had been seated on the wall side of the Slytherin table, none of the members of other houses were aware of what had happened to Emily. Of course. Yet no one could hear her oh so deep and loud voice. Most were discussing what she had said, thinking she had perhaps fainted and would be attended to by staff. That was until Denise yelled to her cousin. "Dick! Hurry, you can't miss this," Denise shouted. "Zacherley is having some sort of fit, she's tossing and turning about on the floor. Her skirt is nearly up to her waist and she doesn't have any knickers on." 

And no word about the prophecy. Neil, your writing sucks! Also shows how basically everyone in Exposed!Hogwarts is a perv.  You would have thought that she had announced that Honeydukes was giving away free candy. Not only Dick, but also every other student in the Hall, both male and female, ran frantically to witness the sight. But Tyler was nearest and, despite the fact that Emily hated him, he didn't hesitate to run and throw his body on top of hers to obstruct the other students from viewing her. "Her breasts," Kim shouted in panic to Tyler. He had successfully succeeded in covering Emily's lower extremities with his body and was doing his utmost to maintain that coverage despite her gyrations, but now her breasts were also exposed. Not knowing what else to do, he quickly covered them with his hands. "Just what type of perversion is going on here?" Professor Malfoy said, looking down scornfully at the couple on the floor. End of Chapter 23

Of course on a cliffhanger again. 

As always, I would like to thank those of you who took the time to review. Without your reviews I doubt the original Hogwarts Exposed story would have ever been finished, yet alone become a series.

Thank you also to my wonderful betas: Amber, Paul, Peter and Matt.

....who missed out the Balla/Belle inconsistency during the court hearing. 

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