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moonstruckme · 8 months

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hi! could you be able to please write a one shot with James Potter where he lets everyone know that he has a girlfriend and he's taken but nobody knows who is his girlfriend. And after he falls off his broom during a quidditch match turns out that his girlfriend its the slytherin captain, who is like the complete opposite of James lol

Hi lovely, thanks for your request! I hope you like it <3

Cw: mention of injury, no details/description

James Potter x slytherin!reader ♡ 740 words

James Potter is well aware that, considering his usual tendency to showboat, it's suspicious that his dating life has suddenly become the best-kept secret at Hogwarts. It's obvious he is dating someone. He hasn't exactly been inconspicuous with the notes he sends flying down the halls several times a day (though it's a small miracle no one has been able to chase them all the way to the recipient) and when he wouldn't tell Sirius who it was, his friend let slip to half of Gryffindor house that he'd caught James sneaking out of their dorm room three times in the past week. Soon, it seemed like all James' classmates did was buzz with speculation about his mysterious partner.

James is trying to ignore that speculation now, the chatter in the crowded stands somehow reaching him even far above the quidditch pitch, distracting him from looking out for the snitch.

"Hardly at the top of our game today, are we, Potter?" A snide voice calls, a blur of green blazing past him to lob the quaffle towards the center goalpost.

James perks up, brought back to the game by the familiarity of a good bickering. "Wishful thinking," he calls back, just as the Gryffindor keeper blocks your attempt at a goal. James meets your fierce stare with his most winning smile. "Maybe if I wasn't, you'd have a half-decent chance of beating us for the first time in three years."

Three years, he wants to add, since both of you had been made captain of your respective teams. James certainly isn't going to lose that winning streak because of any gossip. He redoubles his focus, waiting for a telling glint of light or the light buzzing of wings, and keeping an eye on the Slytherin seeker to make sure she hasn't spotted it either.

There's a flicker of movement to his right, and James is off, the ruckus of the crowd drowned out by the wind rushing past his ears as he races towards the snitch. His vision seems to narrow as it grows closer, all his attention on the tiny golden ball, and he can almost touch it when pain shoots through his side.

James tries to grab at his broom, but he's too slow, his hand wrapping around only air. He's on solid ground before he knows what's happened, splayed on his back with a view of the other players high above him, almost all shock-still. Almost, except for the Slytherin chaser in a dangerously fast nose-dive towards him. You hardly take the time to level out your broom before you're hopping off and crouching beside him.

"Potter—shit, Potter, are you okay?" Your hands tremble as they run over his arms, his torso, as if wanting to make sure he's still whole but afraid he'll shatter at anything more than your gentlest touch.

"I think so." James groans, sitting up. "A couple broken ribs, maybe."

"Shit," you pant, your hands moving to his face. "Are you sure?"

"Well, I'm a bit rattled at the moment," he says, beginning to snark, but he softens when he sees you're blinking back tears. "It's not bad, sweetheart. I'm alright."

You shake your head, somewhere between frustrated and fond, and press your lips to James' abruptly. He's so shocked it takes him a second to kiss you back, doing his best to soothe the desperation he can feel in your touch.

You pull back just as quickly, leaving James so dazed he's caught entirely off guard by the light smack you deliver to the back of his head.

"You idiot. You should have seen that bludger coming from a mile away."

James searches for a witty rebuttal, but comes up empty. He can't decide whether to be offended or charmed by you right now, and it's stolen the gall from him. It's also possible that he's concussed. "Yeah," he says dumbly.

You huff, but still squeeze his shoulder as you stand, letting Madam Hooch move in to take your place. "Idiot," you mumble again, stalking towards your broom. "Come see me later."

James watches you go with something akin to awe. Only after you've rejoined your teammates does he notice the hush that's fallen over the crowd, and Sirius, standing well within hearing distance and looking like he's been stupefied, his eyes wide with horror.

But even if James looks as whipped as he feels, he doesn't really care.

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fangisms · 5 months

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lady may

A/N: something ab writing for an angry hufflepuff really saved my soul. she is SO valid. maybe i’m her. (also this song eats away at my brain, so i had to write ab it… naturally) gif creds: @frodo-sam

Pairings: Cedric Diggory x Fem!Grumpy!Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: Well, he’s not the toughest hickory that your axe has ever felled // But he’s a hickory just as well 1.5k words

Warnings: fluff, cursing, two idiots very much in love, pining, angry hufflepuff, dumb/embarassed reader (lovingly), golden retriever cedric, quidditch injury mention

How could you look so beautiful drenched by the pouring rain, hovering ten meters in the air, goggles suctioned to your face, barking orders at the rest of the team like a drill sergeant? It’d always make him wonder. And midgame, that’s a silly thing to do. Which is exactly why he’s doing it.

You’re the angriest girl Cedric’s ever met. World class beater and a great captain, but you’ve got serious anger issues. The guys have started calling you boxer because you’re always on the verge of a scrap. Cedric has seen you chew out almost every position on the team. Except him. You’ve never yelled at him, you barely even look in his direction on a good day. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, he wants you to yell at him.

Well, not entirely inexplicable. Now would be the best time to mention he’s got a huge crush on you. In fact, he’s had a crush on you since you became team captain. You’ve always been pretty, but something about the title and the power really commanded his attention.

Which is precisely why he needs you to yell at him. He craves it. He’s been waiting all year for you to tell him he’s an idiot and that he’s doing everything wrong. But you won’t. And desperate times call for very desperate measures.

He’s barely dodging bludgers, not even trying for the snitch, doing party tricks in front of the stands, anything for you to glance his way. And then he goes and gets knocked off his broom. Luckily, he wasn’t too high in the air and he wasn’t flying too fast. The worst that happened was he got the wind knocked out of him. The best? You marching toward him like a sicced dog.

You kneel at his side, goggles loose around your neck as you coo, “are you okay?”

What? No, this is all wrong, you’re supposed to call him stupid, say that next time he’s off the team. Not ask if he’s okay.

Cedric nods and you help him sit up, signalling to the stadium that he’s alright. A cheer rips through the crowd.

“Can you play?” you huff, patting his back softly. He’s got butterflies.

“Yeah,” he says. When you get him on his feet, he almost wishes you won’t let go. And he suddenly remembers you’re much prettier up close, and his heart nearly gives out.

“Good sport, Diggory,” you tease, hopping back on your broom, “Back to work!”

It’d take a brain injury to get your attention.

The game goes off without a hitch: Cedric goes back to actually trying for the snitch and wins Hufflepuff the game. He’s a little disappointed he hsan’t given you anything else to be upset about. So once the celebration is over, he catches you outside of the locker rooms.

“Why didn’t you get mad at me?” Cedric asks, jogging to catch you as you head back towards the dorms. You don’t respond, but he’s sure you heard him. So he nudges your shoulder. “Come on, boxer, I’ve seen you angry, I’m prepared.”

You stop dead in your tracks, and he slows to a stop just behind you. Then you turn to face him, and he’s never seen your glare so intense.

“Listen, Diggory, you’re smart, you’ve got talent, and I trust you to perform well on this team. So I can’t for the life of me understand why you go out on that field just to dick around.”

You’re serious. Not angry, just serious. You’ve got this calm and collected tone that drives him absolutely up-the-wall insane. But he wants you to yell.

“You have plenty of adoring fans tracking your every move, you don’t have to pull dumb shit to get people to like you. You could’ve gotten yourself hurt or killed, understand? So I advise you put your team and your safety before your reputation,” you say, storming off with your bag slung over your shoulder.

And it gets him kind of worked up because obviously, he wouldn’t have done any of it if it weren’t for you. You and your stupidly selective anger issues. And your stupid smile.

“Hold on,” he hollers, still half drunk on the idea of being subject to your rage, “you think I don’t put this team at the top of all of my lists? Clearly, I love this stupid sport or I wouldn’t put so much damn time and effort into it!”

“If you love this sport, act like it.” Your jaw ticks before you march through the doorway, leaving him flustered in the mist of the courtyard.

…

He’s giving it one last go. If you won’t get angry with him, maybe he ought to just confess his feelings outright. This feels like the most rational he’s ever been. He even combed his hair extra carefully in hopes of you noticing.

Your friends quiet down when he approaches you in the mess hall, small flower pinched between his fingers, grin plastered across his face. You look a little annoyed but he’s pretty sure it’s just shock. And suddenly it feels like grade school when they all burst into giggles.

“This is for you—”

“Diggory.”

He cocks a brow. “Yeah?”

You grab the sleeve of his robes and drag him out into the hall, near slamming him into the stone wall. So much for his combed hair.

“What was that back there?” you hiss, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Well. I brought you a flower. It’s from the field—”

“I can see that!”—you’re frenzied searhcing for any possible explanation other than he has a head injury from falling—“Explain to me why.”

He looks confused and presents the flower again.“Isn’t it obvious?”

You look down at the flower. It’s small and white and looks so delicate in his hand. And you look at him. You suppose his pupils are a little extra dilated. “Are you poisoned? Or drunk?”

“No!”

You finally let go of him to gesture wildly. “Then what, Cedric—Merlin’s beard—What???”

“I brought you a flower,” he coos, tilting his head. You press two fingers to the bridge of your nose.

“Yeah, I got that part—”

“Hold on—hasn’t anyone ever given you something nice because… they like you?” Cedric hums, shuffling closer to you. Your eyes are glued to the tiny flower, but you won’t take it. Then you glare up at him.

“Is this a joke? Did the twins put you up to it?”

“No, just take the flower! I like you!” He sounds dastardly jovial, taking your wrist in one hand and presisng the flower to your palm with the other.

“What?” you scoff. Still staring down at the flower, making him wish his face was made of them so you’d look at him like that.

“Yeah,” he sighs.

And then you look at him. In the eyes. Perplexed, brows knitted, but you’re looking right at him and he could faint. Maybe it is a head injury.

“But I’m not… I’m not like…”

“Like what?” he asks.

“Well, it’s just—I’m confused because… you like pretty girls, and I’m not… that’s not what I do—am. What I am.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” he huffs.

“Cho is pretty,” you state.

“You’re pretty.”

“No, Cedric, I play quidditch. If I was pretty, I’d have a boyfriend,” you reason, shrugging your shoulders and giving him a real run for his money.

“And those things are connected… how?”

You scoff and relax a little when he puts his hands on his hips. So what if he’s incredibly handsome. So what if your friends want to see you together. So what if he’s the one person you don’t want to rip to shreds. It’s not like any of that matters. Right?

“It makes sense!” you say.

“No, it doesn’t. Can I be your boyfriend?”

“Diggory, don’t—”

“Is that a no?”

“Well, no! But you’re being rash! You’ll change your mind, and you’ll want your flower back!”

He shakes his head. “No. I gave you a flower because I think you’re very wonderful and very beautiful and I want to be your boyfriend.”

“But…”—he’s very amused by the fact that he’s made you flustered—“I sweat a lot!”

“So do I,” he chuckles, “we do play quidditch together, I hope you know.”

“Okay, okay, fine. We… argue!” you chirp.

“And you’re almost always right! Problem solved,” he says, “Now, would you be my girlfriend or do I have to get down on my knees?”

“No! I mean, yes! No, no, no knees, just… yes. I will be your girlfriend.”

Cedric smirks, taking the flower from your still open palm and tucking it behind your ear. Yesterday, he could barely say hello to you, and now he’s pulling you closer and tilting your chin up. His heart flutters when you palm his waist, and you smile when he leans a little closer.

“Are you going to kiss me?” you hum. He chuckles.

“Only if you’d like.”

You roll your eyes and smile. “Naturally.”

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revwatts · 2 months

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The four magic beans

Summery : Reader hates physical injuries and has very low pain tolerance.

Pairings : James Potter x Reader

One thing that James knew about you was that you absolutely hated getting injured because you have very low pain tolerance. You simply felt like you're being a burden with your whining and needy-ness while you're injured. So you avoided it all-together.

But your boyfriend had forced you to join the gryffindor quidditch team just because you were great at it. I mean as he put it in words,

"Sweetheart I've never seen anyone ride a broom as fast as you do! You fly like cheeta of birds. You're awesome!" And James being James, he had somehow convinced you to finally play as the seeker of gryffindor quidditch team.

But things don't usually go the way you want them to. You remember all the times that things go south-wards for you. Like the time when you tried to save the kitty from the tree and fell off of it or the time you went to pet your neighbour's tortoise and it bit you. Yeah, a tortoise bit you. Like how pathetic is that? A tortoise out of everything? You were even embarrassed to tell the story.

But like I said the life ain't fair. That's exactly what you thought while you were chasing down the snitch and the other team's beater sent a bludger towards you. Your arm stretched out to finally get a hold of the little flying golden ball and suddenly a big metal ball come at very fast pace hitting the middle of your forearm directly. You did get a hold of the golden snitch but with that you heard a sickening crack and your boyfriend shouting your name in high concern as you lost your balance on your broom and fell off it and landed straight on the ground.

James tried his best to catch you but he failed. And there you were laying still on the ground with your hand clutched to your chest, James could see you were trembling but he also knew that even if the whole world comes tumbling down you would never break the facade of bravery.

You slowly stood up, the silence in the stadium was deafening. Even after the foul play of the opposite team you held your non-injured arm up in the air and showed off the treasure that you caught. A loud cheer erupted in the quidditch field as gryffindor had won the match.

James was beyond proud of you but he also knew you were dying inside so he quickly got off his broom and came rushing towards you. Madame Huch came at a fast pace as well as she examined your arm and sent you immediately to Madam Pomfrey.

James was the one to accompany you.

"Come on darling, let's get you all patched up, yeah. And then we can cuddle in my dorm and eat the shittiest snacks that you love and I can read you your favourite book. Come on." James said as he noticed tears gathering in your beautiful eyes. James was absolutely amazing. He always knew what you needed before you did. It was one of his 'i am the mom of the group' traits.

You went inside the hospital wing, still in your quidditch apparell.

"Oh, dear! I was waiting for one to be truthful. Not a single quidditch match goes without an injury. Come here, dear. Mr. Potter assist Miss. L/N to take a proper seat on one of the beds." She ordered James and quickly left to get supplies.

James saw that your facade was still on. The mask never breaking even though your eyes were glistening.

Soon Madam Pomfrey came and patched your hand up. She said that it was easier to fix broken bones so she'd let you go for now but asked you to visit if the pain gets unbearable.

At that you looked back at James with a little pout. You were on verge of breaking down but made sure not to. You had to be brave! You're a gryffindor for godric's sake!

James took you back to his dorm like he promised.

"Jamie, I can't change on my own I need help!" You mumbled pathetically as you looked at the shirt he offered you with tears in your eyes. You had finally had enough of the pretence.

"I know sweetheart. I know. Now, come're. You can let go now. It's okay." He took you in his arms and you broke down. After a while he helped you change into his clothes. One of his shirts and his sweats that were too big on you but you felt safe and comfortable in them. You adored wearing his clothes. They smelled like him. Like cinnamon, smoke and a nice musky cologne. And James loves seeing you in his clothes. The way you looked adorable even in overly big clothes of his.

The pain in your arm was slowly increasing and you couldn't help the tears from spilling out of your eye lashes.

"oh, doe. What happened?" James cooed as he hugged you softly to his chest. Made sure not to hurt your arm.

"Hurts!" You whimpered.

"Awh, I know baby. I'm so sorry. What do you want me to do, hmm? I'd do anything to make you feel better. You just say the word." Once again you found yourself tucked in his arms, hiding your face in his warm chest as he ran his fingers through your soft hair.

"I jus' wanna cuddle." You sniffed lightly.

"If that's what you need then that's exactly what we'd do. Let me just change and set our bed up, yeah?" You nodded your head a little as you sat on the edge of Sirius' bed.

James was quick to change and quick with making sure that his bed was comfortable enough for you to rest properly. He set up fluffy pillows and your favourite fuzzy blanket that he owned. You got under the sheets and waited for James to join you. He was quick to. He hugged you around the waist so not to hurt your arm. You laid your head on his chest and put your injured arm on his chest and settled yourself in your boyfriend's warmth.

"You know you were great today. The way you flew after that Snitch! I was frozen at the spot just looking at you. Merlin, sweets you were amazing!" Your face redden at his compliments.

"You were amazing too, Jamie. That snatch from wood was amazing!" You looked up at him with a smirk.

"Yupp. You taught me that move. Ofcourse it was gonna be amazing." He winked down at you.

"Yes. Yes I did." You both let out a little giggle.

As you were both settled in. James was reading ' Great Gatsby ' out loud to you when the door to the dorm opened slowly to reveal the other three marauders.

"Hey, Bambi. You alright there?" Sirius asked as he came and sat on the edge of your bed to examine your arm from afar.

"Looks pretty banged up, doesn't it, Moony?" He said with a little pout on his lips.

" 'tis alright." You said, clearly lying.

"Mhm. Sure." Remus sassed.

"Here, it'll make you feel better." He tossed a bar of chocolate to you. James helped you open it up and you happily nibbled on it.

"Oh, I brought you some snacks, if you'd like?" Peter passed James some snacks seeing that he was the one feeding you with his hands.

"Thank you, Remus, Peter." You smiled gratefully at them.

"Where's my thank you?" Sirius raised his eyebrow at you.

"Thank you for what? What did you bring?"

"She's right, Pads." James smirked matching the one on your face.

"Oh, so now my presence isn't enough for you." He rolled his eyes at the two of you.

"Well I guess you don't want these then." He took out a Pack from his robe pocket.

It was a jumbo couldron cake. These taste even better than the normal sized ones.

"Can I please have it?" You looked at him with the best puppy eyes that you could make.

Say, 'Thank you, Sirius. I don't know what i'd do without you. Cause my tosser of a boyfriend doesn't even know to bring me snacks.' then you can have it." Sirius smirked.

"Thank you, Sirius. I don't know what i'd do without you. Cause my tosser of a boyfriend doesn't even know to bring me snacks."

"Hey! You're my girlfriend!" James whined.

"Yeah, but he has the jumbo couldron cake. And I really want one." You smiled feigning innocence.

"There you go, Prongs' girlfriend." Sirius handed you the couldron cake.

"You know I hate you, right?" James scowled at him as he winked at you.

"What did I even do?" Sirius asked in a mellow tone.

Their argument continued. You just looked at them. The four magic beans you had that made you forget about the pain of the presence and the fear of the future and the hurt of the past. You listened to their argument for bit more but soon fell asleep with your boyfriend caressing your hair and your neck and the laughs of your favourite people in the world.

The marauders.

Another James Potter oneshot :

#james potter x reader #harry potter #harry potter x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #i love harry potter #james potter #remus loves sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pattigrew #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #the marauders #i love the marauders

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mastermindmiko · 7 months

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Rivals

Pairing: James Potter + reader

word count: 2903 (this was actually supposed to be 1k or less, but ig more for you guys)

Summary: You and James are Quidditch rivals. You're Quidditch captain and he's Quidditch captain, it only makes sense, right? But what if there's maybe something else fueling your hatred?

Warnings: Injuries and kissing. Lmk if there's anything else

I wrote this all in one go, 1:30 am so if there's any mistakes please don't mind them, and lmk.

Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

"Hey, Diggory! watch out!" I scream as loudly as I can over the shouts of the crowds, while Amos barely registers my warning before he notices a bludger flying his way. His eyes widen and its only a second before he gets knocked off his broom and down to the ground hurtling at a great speed, with how fast he was going no one was going to be able to catch him.

I hear him thud to the ground and I hear madam Hootch call a time out while I zoom to reach him. I throw my broom to ground and drop to my knees. Amos is moaning on the ground in pain. He's got a hand over his chest, and I can only assume that he has at least a few broken ribs.

Several other players are coming off their brooms to check on the injured player. The rest of my teammates, the Hufflepuff team, come down and fuss over Amos. Madam Promfrey enters the field and shoos everyone from around him. I look around and I notice the person who was the cause of all of this.

"What the hell, Jordan?" I shout and the Gryffindor, who's looking guiltily at Amos while a few of my teammates help lift him up. Jordan opens his mouth to reply, but gets interrupted when someone steps in front of him to reply instead, "Calm down, Y/L/N. That's just the way the game works."

"Shut up, Potter." I say, then turning to madam Hootch, "That's an obvious foul, he's not allowed to do that." madam Hootch doesn't get to say anything before, once again Potter interrupts. I swear to Merlin that boy has no manners. He says, "It's not a foul, that's just the game, and if you don't think you can handle it then just quit."

"Why would I quit when I'm the best damn chaser in this school?"

"You're obviously more of an idiot than I thought you were if you think that you're the best chaser." Potter folds his arms and he looks at me with a smirk, the most annoying one I've ever seen in my whole life, if I might add. I lunge at him, but Amelia holds me back.

Potter only smirks more, and I narrow my eyes at him trying not to scowl. I turn back to whisper something to Smith, my team's beater, "Aim for Potter."

"There will be no aiming for anyone, miss Y/L/N. The match will not be continuing." madam Hootch announces, and my mouth drops at the news and I hear Potter gasp. I ask, "Why not?"

I heard another voice saying the words with me, so I turn to Potter to give him a glare. He only gives me a glare back before we turn to madam Hootch. She sighs, "There are only half the players there are supposed to be in the field. Half of each of you're teams are injured. We'll reschedule the game."

I huff, and madam Hootch puts her wand to her throat to announce the news to the crowds, they all groan in disappointment and start clearing out. I grab my broom from the ground and start marching back into the castle on my way to the hospital wing.

What's left of my team follow me to wing to check up on the rest of the team. Amos has already been put on the bed, and madam Pomfrey is pacing around the room going from one injured Quidditch player to another. I head over to Amos, and ask, "Are you okay?"

"I've been better." He groans, as madam Pomfrey hands him a glass of Skelegro. She tuts as Amos gags on the drink, and she frowns. I cautiously ask, "So, what's the damage?"

"You're not going to be able to play for a month." She says, and I gasp. She continues, "For the past year, every time there's a Hufflepuff and Gryffindor match most of the players end up here with me. Now, I'd expect this behavior from Gryffindors, but you, wouldn't have guessed in a million years."

I feel the guilt starting to fill me. I did push the players to take risks, but I never expected this to go this far. Amos finishes the cup and he nearly gags again before madam Pomfrey shoots him a glare. He says, "Maybe it's time, for the sake of team of course, that you forgive him..."

"No, absolutely not. It's one thing to toy with the team when it comes to Quidditch, but it's another when he manipulates my feelings into doing so." I say, and I head over the other players. I'm checking on Boot's broken leg when I hear the sound of it, the sound of his stupid strutting.

He goes to survey his team and no doubt madam Pomfrey is telling him about the whole not playing for a month thing because I hear his loud gasp from all the way across the hospital wing. I roll my eyes, and Boot gives me a look. I mumble, "Shut up, Boot."

He lifts his arms up, surrendering and then I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder. I already know who it is, having done this three times already. I shove his arms off me and he pouts, "What's wrong, love? We're off the pitch, shouldn't we put our claws away?"

"Leave, Potter." I say, irritated obviously, and Amos opens his curtain from beside his bed so he's able to see the interaction. Corner does the same thing from the other side of Boot's bed, and despite the look I give to both of them, they keep watching. Potter says, "Why would I do that when you're here?"

His friends, Lupin and Black enter the hospital wing and he lifts up a finger to me, signaling that he'll be back before he goes off to them. I fold my arms over my chest, and I see Boot looking at me. I huff, "What?"

"I heard he just asked her out to make Amos jealous." Boot says, and Amos flushes. This morning, Potter asked out Evans in front of the Great Hall. Half of Hogwarts' population were looking at her for the reply while the other half was looking at me for a reaction. I pretended like nothing of interest was happening, but Amelia already had a supportive hand on my leg. She said yes, and they'll be going out tomorrow.

"Why would I care about that piece of information? You should be taking to Amos he's the one who's got his crush going out on a date." I say, avoiding my teammates' eyes. Boot replies, "Yes, but your crush is the one that asked her out."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I reply and I feel like I've had enough. I did know what he was talking about. Last year, the day before we left for summer break, I spilled about my crush on Potter to Amelia and the girl can't keep her mouth shut for two seconds, shouted it back out loud in the Great Hall. I thought that everyone would forget by the time that we went back to school last september, and almost everyone did.

However, only two days before Quidditch season started, Potter himself, asked me out. I couldn't believe it at first, knowing how much he used to babble on about Evans all the time. Then out of the corner of my eye, I notice a few certain people from the Gryffindor table looking at us eagerly, I recognize those few people as the Quidditch team. Of course, I said no, but I couldn't say that I wasn't hurt.

Croner's injury was in his shoulder and since he could eavesdrop on us so easily I'd assume that it's fine by now. I head out of the hospital wing, and back to my dorm for a shower.

~~~

Without Quidditch practice, I realize that I have a lot more time on my hands. It made me realize how much I suck at my regular subjects. I wasn't planning on using them anyway, I wanted to be a professional Quidditch player, so acing charms wasn't really on my agenda. I had a quiz tomorrow and when I finally lost hope of passing, I went to my favorite place, the kitchens.

The elves were always so nice and eager to please. The place was just a few steps away from my common room which meant that I could go whenever I want and not having to worry about getting caught by any Prefects.

I was eating a muffin while doodling some plays that might be beneficial for when we get back to playing. The door opens and Wigby rushes to greet whoever came. To my displeasure, Potter enters. He beams when he sees me, and I groan at his horribly disguised acting, as if he'd want to actually see me without an ulterior motive.

"What you've got there?" he asks, looking down at my paper, and I flip it over quickly, remembering that these are the team's plays. I huff, "None of your business, and what are you doing here anyways, it's after curfew."

"I could ask you the same thing." He says, and I roll my eyes when he hops on the counter beside me. I look away from him, but I can feel his gaze burning the side of my neck. He asks, "What would you recommend? You seem to be here a lot."

"I recommend you getting out." I say, and he chuckles at my reply though I don't get what's funny. Wigby comes to me and asks, "Do you need another muffin miss?"

"Yes Wigby that would be great." I smile and she turns to Potter and he says, "I'll have one of the muffins that she's having."

"Shouldn't you go to bed? You must be tired" I say before I can stop myself, as soon as Wigby leaves. He looks confused, and he scrunches up his face the way he always does when he's confused, it's the look he has all throughout potions. He asks, "Why would I be tired?"

"Because you had a date this morning." I reply like it's obvious and finally look at him. He chuckles and then shakes his head. Wigby hands over the muffins in a plate and he grabs one before saying, "Oh no, I didn't. Lily just wanted me to ask her out to make Diggory jealous."

So Boot was right, he's always the one who has all the gossip. I grab a bite swallow slowly, and then say, "Oh, well, I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"Because you like her, it mustn't feel good to help her get another guy." I explain and I look away from him. He gulps down the rest of the muffin and I wonder how he can eat so fast. He clears his throat, "Lily? No, I don't like her, not anymore. I was just trying to get back in her good graces after last year..."

He trails off and I already know what he's talking about. At the end of fifth year, Potter, Black, Lupin and Snape got into a big fight, and Lily got caught in the crossfire. It's all everyone talked about for days.

I don't say anything because I don't know what to say. There's a silence between us that I can't pinpoint if it's heavy or comfortable. He shuffles beside me, before he asks, "Now that we won't be playing for a while, would you like to go out with me?"

My blood goes cold, and I lose my appetite. I place my half eaten muffin back on the plate and I brush off the crumbs from my hands and jeans. I mumble, "I can't believe this."

"What?" He asks, confused again. I hop off of the kitchen island and I thank Widgby. I make my way to the door. He rushes after me and says, "Where are you going?"

"Away from you." I say, and I shut the door behind me, he catches it before it closes and he follows me. Maybe I can reach the common room before he does anything as audacious. He asks, "Why? I just asked a question-well technically two, but-"

"Why couldn't you just drop this?" I stop in my tracks, and turn to him with a glare. He stops as well and looks at me shocked. I have my finger lifted to his chest accusingly and he asks, "Drop what?"

"Acting as if you like me, when you're just trying to use me for Quidditch." I say, and he looks confused again. Merlin, he is not a good actor. I continue, "It's one thing to use your pranks to sabotage the team, but it's another to try and use my feelings as a means to get to that."

"I'm not-"

I scoff, and I don't let him finish before I storm off again. He jogs after me and attaches a hand to my wrist to stop me from going. He reasons, "I would never use anyone's feelings like that. I actually want to go out with you-"

"Please, and those feelings suddenly appeared for the first time two days before Quidditch season." I say, and he has that look in his eye look all the pieces of the puzzle are coming together. He says, "So that's why you said no- I- I didn't even notice that Quidditch season was starting- well I did, but not in a way that correlates to me asking you out."

"It just took me so long to pluck up the courage to ask you out-"

"So I guess that's why you're whole team was looking at us." I say with anger. He stays calm and explains, "They all knew I liked you, that's why they were looking, they wanted to see how it would go."

"You really think I'm that stupid to believe this." I huff, and shove my arm out of his grip. I started walking away, and I feel relief as I see the common room getting closer and closer. He shouts while still walking faster to get to me, "I really do like you."

"Bullshit!" I shout, before he once again, grabs my wrist to hold me close to him. I only get a second to register what's going on before he pulls me close to his chest and crashes his lips to mine. He cups my face and holds me. My hands stay at my sides while my heart races.

He breaks away when he realizes that I wasn't reciprocating the kiss. He puts his arms down. He sighs then says, "I promise I wouldn't ever use your feelings against you like that. I like you."

He looks sincere. I don't say anything, and I see his cheeks turn a tinge of pink. In a way, he looks sort of defeated and maybe that's what makes me believe him. He stutters, "I'm sorry that I kissed you like that-"

I stand up on tip toes and reach up to wrap my arms around his neck. I cut him off by placing my lips on his. He doesn't waste a second in placing both hands on my waist. He pulls me flush against him, and for a split second I feel like I might faint from how fast my heart is going.

A bright light flashing into my eye, causes me to break away from him. Two prefects are looking at us with shocked expressions. I try to move away from James, but he pulls me closer. I acknowledge that this is how it's going to be like from now on. One of them turns to the other and says, "I told you I heard something."

The other one rolls his eyes and lowers his wand that was blinding me. He sighs, "You two have detention tomorrow, now, go to your common rooms."

Bonus:

I sit at the table for breakfast and already start piling food into my plate, I wasn't ready to fail today's quiz at all, and I definitely wasn't ready for my detention. I start munching on some of my eggs and that's when I see my teammates all looking at me with identical smirks.

I swallow my food and look at them all, weirded out by the fact they were watching me. I ask, "What's made me so interesting all of a sudden?"

"Boot said that he heard that you've got detention tonight." Amelia starts, and everyone's grins widen when I nod my head. Boot himself continued this time, "I heard it's because you were out after curfew snogging Potter."

I flush and pick at my food with a fork. Where does Boot get all this information from. Amos points a finger to my face and teases, "Oh, Look! She's blushing."

I wonder if I can kick Amos off the team right now, I'm sure that I'll find a better seeker somewhere else in Hufflepuff. I scowl at him and blush more. I stutter, "You need to find a new way to get information because that's a complete lie. I wouldn't-"

Luck is always on my side because just at that moment someone slides between me and Amelia, wrapping and arm around my shoulder. Making my friends' grins wider. James presses a kiss to my cheek and says, "Good morning, love."

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slytherinboysappreciation · 12 days

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Professor Tom Riddle x male reader where Tom becomes some sort of a parental figure to reader? Pretty please with a cherry on top? 😔🤞

Injured - Prof. T. R. x platonic male!Reader

A/N: I hope this is along the lines of what you were thinking of. I had a really hard time coming up with some Prof. Riddle fluff for some reason. It’s unedited, with no use of Y/N

CW: mentions of injury, boasting, platonic banter, fluff

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“Professor!” You immediately brighten as Professor Riddle makes his way through the labyrinth of hospital beds. “I almost thought you wouldn’t show up!”

You’re Tom’s favorite student; an overachieving boy with a bit of a prideful personality, just like him. It makes you shine in the classroom, but pale in other areas.

Such as your quidditch skills.

You’re in the Hospital Wing for an injury to the ribs after a particularly grueling quidditch game. You’ve been in for a few days, and Tom has shown up at least once each day.

It’s becoming a bit of a regular thing, him coming to visit you. You’re sure you’ll miss it when you’re healed.

“How are you feeling today?” he greets you, moving to sit in the chair next to your bed. “You look much better since yesterday.”

“Yeah, well,” you shrug dismissively, then wince at the pain in your ribs. “What can I say? I’m a fast healer.”

Tom’s mouth twitches in amusement. “Quite on the contrary, you heal slower than the rest of your team.”

“Well, I’m the one who took a bludger straight to the ribs.” You cross your arms defensively, careful not to disturb the bandages around your chest. “Maybe it’s a wound that needs more time to heal.”

“Maybe…” He arches an eyebrow, a sure sign he’s about to tease you. “Or maybe you’re not the best at everything.”

You gasp, then cough a little as the sharp inhale sends starbursts of pain through your ribs. “Don’t you dare! I am the best at everything I do! I am the ultimate champion at life!”

Tom coughs into his fist, clearly trying to hide a laugh. “Oh, are you?”

“Don’t deny me my title! I will defend it with my life! It is mine by divine right!”

You’re fully prepared to go off on a rant about just how awesome you are, when a look from Madame Pomfrey shuts you up.

“But,” you mutter hastily, “I’ll do that some other time.”

Tom chuckles, and rests a hand on your shoulder. “A wise choice. I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

You grin. “Thanks, Prof. You always do know how to cheer me up.”

He gives you an amused smile and settles back into his chair. “I brought the next book in the series you’re reading, if you care for me to read it.”

Your eyes light up. “Oh, yeah! That would be great!”

You lie back in your bed, getting as comfortable as you can as he pulls out the book. As he begins to read, you close your eyes, letting his smooth, engaging voice wash over you.

Before you realize it, you’ve fallen asleep, dreaming of a quidditch game where you win the House cup and achieve victory for your team.

Tom watches you sleep for a moment before getting up. He leaves the book by your bed, turning to leave.

With a nod to Madame Pomfrey and one last watchful look over you, Professor Riddle leaves the Hospital Wing, secure in his knowledge that you are healing just fine.

#tom riddle #professor tom riddle #male reader #platonic reader #divider by cafekitsune #reader is from an unspecified hogwarts house #tom riddle x male reader #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x you #professor tom riddle x reader #professor tom riddle x you

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futurewriter2000 · 1 year

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Different kind of love

A/N: I haven’t written or posted much of Harry Potter but I’m trying to get back into it. This is something that has been on my mind for a while and I wanted to get it out there. I’ll start to go back to request and maybe open the characters back to my world. I hope you like this one.

He ran fast and steady. He wasn’t an athlete by the title but he sure was from all the running this boy did. He beamed and laughed as he ran down the corrider, laughing and waving a paper in the air. The corridors were empty, however the people that did appear found Sirius Black’s run quite another Wednesday.

He stopped to look around the courtyard and there you were, as always, looking confused yet furious.

“You- I- I just want to- REALLY strangle you right now, James.” You put your hands up to his neck and mimicking how strongly you want to strangle him. “Is it really all rubbish that comes out of your mouth or is there any ounce of intelligence in that small hay you call brain of yours?”

“You call me James, not JJ. I say I pretty much won the fight.” He grinned cheekily.

“Oh you-WOW!” You yelped as somebody grabbed you from behind and hugged you tightly.

“I passed! I fucking passed, my girl!” He laughed and you laughed with him, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m so fucking proud of you!” You laughed and grabbed the paper into your hands.

“Language, Miss (y/l/n).” You heard professor Slughorn as he passed by.

You rolled your eyes but Sirius laughed, hugging you once again. “ I owe you a burger! Or- or A LARGE PIZZA!” he laughed.

“You don’t owe me anything. I just helped.”

“Yeah but how is it that every time you always help my life gets extremely better.” He cupped your face and smiled, looking into your eyes and for a flash you heard you heart skip a beat. He releases your face and looked around, running to James and jumping onto him. “She is bloddy brilliant!”

“What did you get, mate?” James laughed as Sirius started ruffling his hair.

“I got a fucking E! An E!!!!!!FOR EXCELLENT!”

“Miss (y/l/n), stop cursing. It’s rubbing off on the gentlemen.” Professor Slughorn walked by again.

Your mouth fell agape. “How is their cursing- oh you sexist-!” You wanted to rant to him but a tall boy walked up and pulled you back.

“You know you won’t do anything once you catch up to him.” He smiled and you found his hair fall onto your face.

“You should cut your hair, Remus. Good God, what are you trying to be? Rapunzel?”

“You’re just jealous.”

“What’s a Rapunzel?”

“Dunno. Book nerds.” James whispered back.

Yes, they were your friends- your best buddies but they really didn’t know you much did they? Sometimes you came back to your dorm with your roommate there and you felt drained.

Boys will be boys.

You spent your evening on Arithmancy. Numbers made you even more sad and you didn’t feel like going to the shower. You didn’t feel like anything. There was not a single drop of energy inside of you and that wasn’t like you. You needed space at this time but you couldn’t afford for them to know, for your roommate to know how you truly felt inside; sad.

You went out of the bathroom and looked yourself in the mirror. You grabbed your pouch of a stomach and felt a wave of sadness wash over you. Your eyes wanted to tear up but you didn’t let yourself. Summer is coming up and you look like that? You don’t want to look lile that.

You always knew that people told you that you never looked fat to them but you felt fat. You didn’t feel comfortable looking the way you did.

But it became and every day habit. You went to sleep insecure and you had to wake up brand new you.

To survive. To pretend.

—-

It has been a stressful week ahead with final exams season trying to knock you down like a Bludger with a grudge.

You haven’t paid much attention to anything or anybody except exams and your workout routine. Your brain was tired, your body was tired and your ass was pulsing from pain when you have done one squat too many yesterday.

For a long while you have had a big black hole in your stomach. You wanted to cry from the stress but you knew you wouldn’t be able to until the last exam was taken. You pushed that feeling down, deep down into that big black hole that you called a stomach.

“To find the x we have to use inversion function of… of…” you squeezed your eyes shut to try to remember. “ Of- of- of- of…” you repeated but the answer didn’t come.

You opened your eyes and started shuffling among the books and the papers that were spread on your bed but you couldn’t find the book.

“Where is it?” You got up and went to the cupboard that held most of your school books. Them your bag, then trampled around the room with a stressful look in your eyes.

“Will I cry or die? Who knows? God only knows where that stupid book is and he is making it very difficult to find it!” You talked to yourself. “But you know what- library has all the books so I can quickly run there. Maybe burn a calorie or too.” You laughed to yourself and put on pants and shoes.

You ran down the stairs and made your way straight to the exist.

“Where you going, lass?” You heard a laugh from a far and you turned an in last moment before exiting.

You saw your boys on the sofas and made your way to them with a smile. “Hello boys.” You jumped right between Remus and James, Sirius across from you, Peter dozing off on the armchair near the fire.

“You smell so good.” Remus rolled his eyes and you squeezed yourself next to him, hugging his massive arm. For a boy who does nothing all day, he surely has a massive back and arms.

“Doesn’t she always?” James admitted as well, grinning at Remus.

“And you’re so soft as well.” Sirius added and you laughed.

“All thanks to my mum, I guess.” You said as you saw one of the books in front of you and opened it for stimulation. “What are you lot studying?”

“Potions. P for painful to the s for suffering.” Complained James as he rested his head on yours.

You laughed and put your hand on his cheek and caressed it with your thumb. You could feel him humm as he shut his eyes.

“I fucking love women.” He squeezed even tighter, letting go of the book and wrapping his arms around your torso. “Just… women.” He said dreamily.

You continued to laugh as you rolled your eyes at his statement but then felt his arms squeezing your sides gently, not too forcefully.

He sat back up with a confused look on his face. “Take your shirt off.” He said and your eyes popped out as the other boys laughed.

“You take your shirt off.” You said in defence.

“Gladly.” He pulled off his sweater and had a shirt right under it.

“That was not what I meant!” You wrapped your arms around your torso.

He reached for a glass of water in from of him and just threw it at you.

“JAMES WHAT THE HELL!?” You shouted at him as he got up as well. You pushed him hard back on the sofa.

Your oversized soaked shirt wrapped itself tightly around your body and the boys stared.

Insecurity hit.

“Why are all of you staring?!” You covered your torso with your arms and felt the black hole turn into a frustrated red tornado.

“When was the last time you had eaten?” James stood back up and Sirius shared the same concerned look as Remus. Peter seemed to have dozed off thankfully.

“I am eating just fine!” You admitted truthfully, which was true. You had a healthy and balanced diet. You ate chocolate when you wanted and salad with proteins- there was nothing wrong with anything. They were just being dramatic.

“(Y/n)…” Remus came closer to you. “I know you and this is not you.” He said in a voice that could always calm down the tornado in you.

You laughed in disbelief. “I have just been working out and eating more balanced.”

“Why?” Sirius blurted out with furrowed eyebrows.

“Because I was fat!” You blurted back out as the anger reappeared and so did the tears in the corners of your eyes.

James was taken aback. “You were never fat! Why would you think that?” He said and you laughed in disbelief.

“You’re the one to say that, James. You always talk about how you like skinny girls with a large bottom with Sirius and Remus. A girl has to have long hair and a bit of blush. And I’m not saying this because you think that- I just- I dunno- felt ugly and fat and I decided to do something about it.”

James felt as if someone took his words and spat them back at him as of they were knives.

“Yeah bit- we never-“ Sirius tried to explain but couldn’t find the words.

“Those girls are not you. You’re- you’re our girl.”

“ I don’t want to be your girl, James.” Tears started to fall down your cheeks. “I want to wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and feel beautiful. I want to go to the store and find jeans that fit me or tops that don’t show the back rolls. Everything in the store is just so small for women or too wide- or it just doesn’t look good on you. And to walk down the hall and feel desired- the way you look at other girls- or whatever.” You wiped those tears away and all of them were quiet.

Remus took your hand and pulled you close to his chest. He never did that. He wasn’t the emotional kind. He was brains and awkwardness but hugging his large chest was comforting. He sat you down next to him and cupped your face.

“We don’t love you because of your figure, which was completely alright before. We don’t love you because of your hair-“

“I mean we do.” Sirius interrupted and you looked at him. “Because they are yours and it’s the right length and the right colour for your rosy cheeks.”

Remus smiled and ran his hand through your hair. “ And trust me we have all thought of probably snogging you a couple of thousand times because you are so gorgeous that makes a man fall to his knees.”

You were thrown aback from that statement but Remus was a frank person and he was never ashamed of his words.

“ Yeah, pretty much.” James mumbled.

“You, Miss (y/n)(y/l/n), are the most perfect woman for a boy to lay eyes upon but the fact is you have immense amount of respect and care from our side and to objectify you or snog you then throw you away like us boys do from time to time- we don’t want that for you.” He said and you smiled, leaning onto his hand.

“And (y/n)…” James smiled. “We all had a crush on you for a while, it’s just, you deserve so much better than us assholes.” He admitted and you laugh.

“I do, don’t I.”

“Plus we made sure some of the lads didn’t take you out on a date when we heard about it.” Added Sirius and your mouth fell agape.

“What?!”

“Number 1 was too ugly, two was intimidated of us and three was just a Slytherin.” Sirius shrugged.

“One was funny though.” Remus pointed out and you look from one to the other in shock.

“Yeah but ugly.” Sirius added with a grimace.

“Number 6 was my favourite.” James added.

“Oh yeah, I could have accepted the six one.” Continued Sirius and you stared at him. “He just wasn’t one of us. We’re just keeping you for one of us.” He winked and you shook your head smiling.

“You are all terrible people. TERRIBLE.”

The boys laughed.

“Yet somehow you still hang out with us.” James wrapped you around the torso and pulled you close to him, so you could feel his breath on your neck, sending goosebumps along your body. “We couldn’t survive without you, (y/n).” He whispered and you melted in his embrace.

“I fucking hate all of you.” You spoke shyly back, knowing darn well that you love all them with your whole heart.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter imagine #sirius #sirius black x reader #sirius black #sirius black imagine #marauders #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #marauders imagine #marauders imagines

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getinthefuckingjaeger · 4 days

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hello tumblr user getinthefuckingjaeger do you have any more thoughts on your wizard!bucky au? personally think that bucky would be really good at quidditich and the first time he puts buck on a broom, bucks shit scared but like he really cant explain how light his heart is when he sees bucky smile as they whiz through the air :D

hope ur having a good dayy :)

Hi there <3

Oooh this one is a fun ask. I suppose in the context of my Scamander AU, Buck would be a muggle/no maj - which means putting him on a broom will absolute scare the shit out of him because "John Clarence Egan this is not like flying a B-17 and you know it - no, no don't you even think about speeding JOHN."

In that verse, Bucky is absolute a start quidditch player for Hufflepuffs. I tossed around ideas on what position he would play and have settled on a beater - he would be fast, strategic, ruthless, and knows how to control the flow of the game by where the aims the bludger. This also means that he has a lot of bludger related injuries and have spent a lot of time in the hospital wing, much to Theseus' amusement. Theseus isn't all that worried at all - Quidditch is as quidditch does. He does, however, try to watch all of Bucky's games - likes to use Bucky's games as an excuse to drag out Newt to civilization, in fact. They make the most embarassing banners for him and really, Bucky's never seen Newt and Theseus yell that much before. The day that Bucky got his Quidditch Captain's armband in the mail during that summer before 7th year was the proudest day of Theseus' life. Newt thinks his brother might have cried a little.

BUT back to Gale. Maybe once everything is said and done, and the wars on both fronts have come to an end and Bucky manages to convince Gale to visit the Scamander estate (or rather, Gale and Theseus conspired to bring Bucky back to the Scamander estate - these two do not always see eye to eye when it comes to taking care of Bucky, but at least they can agree that Bucky misses the estate and the freedom), the Scamander boys can introduce Gale to flying on brooms.

Curt is there because I said so and in this verse [spoiler LMAO I SWEAR I'LL POST THAT OTHER THING AT SOME POINT] and he just says , "Either get on the broom or they'll introduce you to one of them hippogriffs, Cleven."

#masters of the air #jaeger answers #Scamander AU #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #this was such a fun ask - thank you!

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exodusmc · 2 years

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Golden, like the snitch

Genre: Hogwarts au, fluff, some angst

Words: 3092

Paring: slytherin Sehun x hufflepuff reader

Warning!: Injury, bad relationship with parents

a/n: This ones a part in my hogwarts series, I’m solwly working one the other guys as well. But schools hard man, but maybe it will clam down a little now and I’ll get some motivation back! I will try to update Insider more and I hope everyones well!

Gif is not mine

You were always sitting by the window facing whomping willow, a book in your hands that flipped pages with a soft sound. Sehun would lean his head against one of the many book shelves, eyes closed as he just listened. The title could be about animals or herbs, even the universe was in your rotations of books. But it was your time to relax, his too, and he really needed it right now. There was a quidditch match right around the corner, looming over his shoulders like his bloodline.

Sehun was a pureblood and he remembered the day he got sorted to slytherin, the happiness and relief he felt made him almost feel like he was drowning. But that was a long time ago, he was young back then, believing in blood and pride. Things were different now when he was sitting on the floor just breathing. The wish for everything to always be like this was growing like weed in his soul.

Cheering echoed like a white noise in his head. Chanyeol swished around in his red clothing with grins on his lips. Sure, they were friends with each other but he was competitive and Sehun knew he actually had to try, if he wanted to avoid the disappointment of his father.

Sweat dropped down his forehead as the Quaffel was thrown up.

“Game on” someone screamed as Sehun focused everything on the snitch. He had to get it.

Wind ripped around him as he flew towards the golden ball, seeing the other seeker in the corner of his eye. Sehun barely managed to avoid the gryffindor coming at him.

Diving down, he slipped between wooden poles, only accompanied by the drumming of his heart. He was lean which meant he could move fast and it made him a great seeker, but he was also foolish.

Coming up from the tunnel like graves around the arena, he was so focused on the snitch he missed the other seeker. Swirling around and around, pain shot up his side. Sehun could feel his vision blurr but he had to ignore it and all the gasps from the public. He couldn't even hear what the announcer said, only try to steer his broom right.

“Shit shit…”his mumble was lost to the wind, adrenaline making the pain forgettable. The snitch was so close now, he could almost feel it with his fingers tips. Cheering broke out around him and Sehun exhaled one last time.

Lifting his gaze from the golden ball, time stopped, because there was another golden thing right before him. His obsidian eyes met yours as you were standing with the other hufflepuffs, right in the direction he was flying towards. It was you and only you, until there was nothing.

Gaps broke through the crowd and you put your hands over your mouth. Someone was screaming at the slytherin beaters but you could only stare at the green and black pile on the ground. Both bludgers had hit him in the side.

Teachers rushed towards him, Hagrid lifting the limp body and ignoring Mcgonagall's warnings to wait for a gurney.

You hadn't spoken much with Sehun but you knew about the Oh family since they had an interesting history but rumors spread like wildfires in Hogwarts so you knew more than just history too. Searching through the crowd, you found the man who had similar features to Sehun but he didn't even look concerned. No, he only stood up and left the stand.

“Did he die?” someone to your right asked but you could only hope it was not the case, besides Madame Pomfrey was excellent with what she was doing, the best. You knew since you had studied a little under her and she was almost a miracle worker.

Sehun groaned as he seemingly came back to life, the grogginess and headache making him turn to the side and hope for a bucket or something to catch his last lunch. But nothing came up, only liquid since he hadn't eaten for five days.

Coughing, he managed to focus on the tall windows. It wasn't something new, being in the hospital wing, but the figure standing to his right, holding a bucket, was something new.

You looked concerned at his pale face, even if you had watched it turn green, blue and red. He had some nasty bruises still but they had started to fade, all thanks to…

“Madame Pomfrey, he’s awake!” you called for the peculiar woman, watching as she came out from her room.

She had a tendency to not like when the wing was crowded but ever since you expressed interest in healing magic, had she helped you and taken a liking to you. Madame Pomfrey would smile at you and say that she felt safe leaving her wing to you when her time had come. It made you feel both warm and weird, how could she not be in the hospital wing? Folding sheets or making sure that all the supplies were stocked?

“Now now mister Oh, please stay down..” she pushed Sehun down gently, making him still as she checked to see how he had healed.

You remember coming later the same day he had fallen, just before curfew. The scary bandages and hollowness of his eyes. It got worse when Madame Pomfrey told you about the broken ribs and arm and dislocated shoulder and twisted ankle and…yeah, you were surprised he was as whole as he was.

“Everything seems to be healing right but I want you to rest for this day…”the Madame stood up, mumbling to herself a little as she thought about what she had to write down, you guessed.”I’ll get you some food…and Y/n, please don't stay too long, our patient needs his sleep..”

She said everything with a smile but you knew she meant it too, besides why were you here? You didn't know Sehun..maybe you should tell his friends instead.

Madame Pomfrey left with the closing of the privacy screens and you were alone with Sehun. It got awkward fast, you wondered why you were still there and he thought about how you had seen him take fall from the sky and throw up. He was so cool..yeah right, all he had to do now was say something stupid.

“How..how are you feeling?” the question hung in the air, your voice soft like the turning of pages.

Sehun closed his eyes, floating back to all the times in the library, the peace and calm. He hadn't realised until now but you were a safe space just as much as the window nook.

“I’m sore but that’s about it…have a little bit of a headache, maybe..”your smile was too pretty, almost unfair. He knew why you belonged to hufflepuff.

“That’s good…since you took quite a fall..”his slightly reddening cheeks made you giggle. Gazing at him up close was so different from seeing him in the corridors, the boy was not as scary as you thought.

The ruffle of fabric made the both of you tense as Madame Pomfrey arrived with food, her blue eyes having something knowing in them.

“Here you go mister Oh…eat carefully now so it stays down..”she left as soon as she came but you knew it was time for you to go as well.

“Well I should leave you now…”it actually made him disappointed, seeing you stand up from the chair. It felt empty now. “By the way…you caught it, the snitch..”

“Dude! You can't scare us like that!” Chanyeol’s loud voice made Madame Pomfrey almost throw her tray, glaring at the giant who pulled the privacy screens with one goal in mind. Junmeyon had the decency to look embarrassed and apologetic at the older woman before he to piled into the almost room.”I really thought you were dead!”

Sehun smiled a little, the feeling of warmness spreading through his cold chest when he watched Junmyeon, Chanyeol and Baekhyun standing before him. The others would be here too if it weren't for school and Madame Pomfrey. But they were family and the best thing that could have ever happened to him. They were what made him take the right way, his own way.

“Yea! I mean, we couldn't have let you go in that way! It would have been too embarrassing for you!” Baekhyun teased but Junmyeon would later tell him that the other slytherin boy had cried for days and been red eyed due to it. Chaewon had told them about how scared he was, even after it was declared that Sehun would survive.

“How did you miss the bludgers!?”Chanyeol leaned forward, staring his friend down. Sehun was usually one of the best players and missing those goddamn iron balls was one hell of a rookie mistake, especially since it was so they were coming towards him.

Something clicked in Baekhyun's brain and he got that grin on his face, accompanied with that look that only meant hell was about to go down. Junmyeon swallowed because he also knew why and it was spelt hufflepuff.

“Maybe he was looking for something else..just as gold as the snitch..”the smirk widened, his tone crawling over Sehun’s skin. Baekhyun leaned forward, excitement in his brown eyes.”A little bird whispered that she had been here everyday since the fall…hmm, you wouldn't know, would ya?”

Sehun’s cheeks reddened and that was that, his crush confirmed for his loud mouthed friend. Chanyeol’s eyes widened as realisation hit him like the Hogwarts express.

“Is it her you have been going to all this time? When you just disappear?” Chanyeol’s question made Sehun even hotter in the face and Baekhyun made some delighted noise.

“My my..have our little Sehunnie fallen in love? I never thought I would see the day!” Baekhyun could tease anyone to death but he was quickly remiended with his own pining after Chaewon and actually kept his mouth shut after that.

“Well..I’m happy you’re fine..”Junmyeon smiled, his hair perfectly laid.”Rest some more now..”

With that was Sehun left alone again and Chanyeol hurried out when he felt the daggers Madame Pomfrey's eyes threw after him.

You didn't dare come back for three days after Sehun had woken up, too embarrassed and filled with butterflies. But the Madame asked for your help so one morning, when the double doors closed, were you standing in the room and alone with the black haired slytherin again.

“Good morning.”Sehun had started to love the sounds of your voice, carving to hear the tones.

“Morning..”it became quiet again, you two just studying each other.” Why are you here?”

Maybe it sounded rude, he hoped it didn't, but he sure knew what he wished you would say.

“I’m helping Madame Pomfrey…and she shows me some…stuff.”

“Oh…”disappointing but not surprising, stupid of him to hope you came to see him.

Quiet again, so heavy that it felt like something pressed down on his chest. Sehun’s hair shone in morning light filtering through half opened white curtains. It looked soft when it had no gel in, like you wanted to pull your fingers through it. Some colour had returned to his face as well but the tone was still contracting to those were dark eyes. Green sure fit him but this not so perfect look made him less hard.

“How’s everything going? Are you well now?” you kept your distance, watching like you always did. He was pure blood and you were half, it would never be okay or even an option.

“I’m okay now, getting out tomorrow..”

“Oh…”you wanted to say more, wanted to ask about him..the real him, but nothing left your lips, nothing left his.”That’s great to hear…”

Sehun didn't have a chance to say something more, he could only watch as you slipped into Madame Pomfrey’s room.

Sehun watched you from afar, gaze following as he guessed you were picking out a book to read at your nook…One week had passed since he left the hospital wing and he felt like the two of you were catching each other's eyes more but you would look away, every time. And Baekhyun noticed, he noticed it too much.

“You know..ogling at her won't make her come talk to you…” Sehun glared at his house mate, hating the heat he felt covering his cheeks.

“You forced Chanyeol to come when you wanted to talk to Chaewon…about dragons too..”Kyungsoo didn't look up from his book when he spoke, missing the offended look Baekhyun had.

“Yeah…and you were pale because you were so stressed.”Chanyeol smiled but Sehun had noticed that his giant of a friend was looking for someone and that he had been a little off since he ran into that ravenclaw.

“Maybe I can get Chaewon to talk to her!..”Baekhyun’s voice was loud again, earning glares from a table filled with students.”...but I don't really know if they are friends…”

Sehun stopped listening because you were gone and it took most of his willpower to not go after you or at least where he thought you went.

Autumn had turned to winter and Sehun started to dread the holiday break, even if there were weeks left. He hadn't heard from his father since he fell and it probably meant he was mad. It clouded his mind and Chanyeol was worried for his friend, seeing him fall deeper and deeper in that dark void.

“Hey..are you staying over the holidays?” Sehun looked at the giant, scarf covering most of his lower face but letting his ears point out.”I was thinking about it anyway…”

Sehun sighed. He knew that Chanyeol really wanted to go home, see his family and the creature he called a dog.

“No…I’m going home…” but it wasn't home, not like Hogwarts.”I think you should too.”

Chanyeol smiled sadly, throwing his arm over his friend's shoulders.

“Well then, we better celebrate before everyone leaves!” yea, before everyone leaves…” Butterbeers on me!”

Sehun laughed lightly, nodding his head, black hair laid perfectly just like his uniform. He would miss his friends but he couldn't keep them here, not when they already did so much for him. However, there was one more place he had to go to before leaving, one more person to see.

The bookshelves were the same, spines in all colours and with all titles. Sehun walked quietly, following his usual path towards the window. But you weren't there, no he was just staring out the glass at a grey world which would probably soon be covered in white snow. The whomping willow bare and almost lonely.

“Oh…uhm…”he turned fast as lightning, wide eyed and blushing. You stood there, book in hand and robes falling over your form.”Sorry…are using this…uhm place?”

Sehun just stared. There you were, busting him. Shit.

“No no…eh..”Sehun scratched his neck, wondering what he should say. You had already seen him and it would be weird if he just ran away.”You can…read here, if you want..”

But he didn't move, glancing up and down from your book to your eyes. You too felt like disappearing. No one had ever come close the million times you had been here and now was Oh Sehun standing there, looking dumbfounded.

“O..okay..?”Shit, he should really leave, like now but he didn't want to. The next time he could be in forever and anything could happen.

“Maybe we can…use it together?” Sehun grabbed a random book from the shelf, smiling slightly. It made his face completely different, soft and with arched brows instead of straight.

“Sure…but I didn't know you were interested in the frog choir…” Sehun looked down at the book he had taken, hearing you giggle softly under your breath. He blushed, putting it back before actually looking at the titles.

You kept laughing as quietly as you could, hopping up to sit by the window you always sat, back pressed against the wooden frame. It was actually spaceus up there and had a nice view of the outside, something which made you calm, for the most part. But now, now was a slytherin distracting you.

Sehun looked and looked, taking a book called “History of frogs and the magic world” and putting it back. It made you laugh again, the clueless look he had as he searched for something bearable to read. He didn't know that this was the “frog corner” and that you had chosen it because almost no one came back here.

“You won't find anything here…If you don't want to read about frogs…”your smile was wide as Sehun turned to look at you, this weird feeling floating through him. Most of the time, he was hiding behind one of the shelfs but was now right before you.

“Ah…Yeah not really..”

“Do..Do you want me to read for you?” you lifted the book in your hands, heat slowly creeping up your face.” I’m a couple pages in but maybe that’s okay?”

Sehun nodded, swallowing a little too hard. It was everything he had dreamed of for a long time but it felt..not scary but not okay either. Like this could break a fragile picture of something he cherished.

He hopped onto the window sill, leaning against the cool glass as you started to read. It was pleasant to listen to, made his heart beat calmly. Your voice was really like the turning of pages, soft and full in a sense that only emotions made vowles.

With closed eyes, he let the whole world be only you and your voice. There was nothing more, no problem and no need. Only you and him. Everything made you hope a little, glancing at the slytherin boy with polished hair and no part of his uniform tilted. Maybe one day, you’ll read for him but those words will be your own and said to him as a promise of forever…hopefully he’ll have his own too.

“Shhhhh…”Baekhyun waved his hand up and down, a camera pointing towards a window. He was leaning as much as he could around the bookshelf, holding his tongue between his teeth.

You and Sehun were blissfully unaware of the jokester, who was Sehun’s housemate. But he was too unaware of the gryffindor taking his own picture. Those two pictures would later become your favorite when your Hogwarts years were done. Sehun would blush but secretly feel the same

#hogwarts au #exo hogwarts #sehun #oh sehun #sehun x reader #slytherpuff #slytherin sehun #exo #sehun au #sehun fluff #exo senarios #exo sehun #kpop fanfic #exo fanfic #sehun fanfic #EXO baekhyun #exo chanyeol #EXO junmyeon #exo kyungsoo

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Just to add to the probably mile long list of Lily POV requests for Chasing life you have, I would love love love to see her POV of when she breaks up with Doc!

(this really got away from me. enjoy ❤️)

She arrives at Caradoc's flat five minutes later than she said she would. Things ran behind at the lab and she couldn't get out as fast as she'd hoped. (In truth, most of the morning was spent trying to keep everyone focused on work instead of the latest news report about James that everyone couldn't help chatting about. A few even went so far as to ask her about it, citing their friendship and Lily promptly shut them down.)

All things considered, though, she isn't concerned. Doc is generally understanding of this, though the note he sent earlier did sound a little more clipped than usual. When she knocks on the door to his flat, four sharp staggered knocks, it is barely two seconds later that the door flies open and Doc is there smiling broadly at her.

"Hi."

"Hi," he replies, beckoning her inside.

She barely has time to take in his crisp black robes and stormy blue eyes before he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close. His mouth is hard and rough against hers, tongue plunging, teeth biting, but she matches him until they pull away, breathing a bit heavily.

The question is at the tip of her tongue but she doesn't ask it. Time has taught her he's usually riled up by something when he greets her such a way. Most often it happens after a rough match where he wants some equally rough sex. Of course this isn't a possible reason now, considering he is on winter break.

"Are we going out for lunch?"

"Yes, sure. But I need to talk to you about something first."

"Oh. Okay." She stops herself from looking at her wristwatch; technically she doesn't have set lunch hours in her position but she still doesn't prefer to take long lunches. Nevertheless she follows Doc through his ornately decorated flat until they reach the living room. "What's going on Doc?"

He sits next to her, leaning forward to link their fingers together. His blue eyes look cold today, but his smile is warm and inviting. He looks tired but it doesn't diminish his good looks.

"There's no use beating around the bludger, as they say. I want you to stop spending time with Potter."

She blinks, uncertain if she is hearing him correctly—perhaps, she has been hit by a bludger, or else ingested too many potion fumes over the last couple of months. "Sorry, what?"

"James Potter. I don't want you seeing him anymore."

Her stomach somehow drops and climbs into her throat at the same time. "You can't be serious?"

"Can't I?" he asks, voice level, a calm and calculated tone he has sometimes used when explaining something to her for which he has expertise. "I'm your boyfriend, Lily. I thought you were serious about that. I am. And I see a real future between us. I'm not interested in falling further for someone who has other blokes tripping over their feet for a taste—"

She rises to her feet, pulling her fingers free from his as if stung. "He's—he's not—"

"He painted you a bloody picture, Lily. I know you said you haven't shagged him, but now I'm not sure I believe you—"

The condescension in his tone is readily becoming vitriolic and she starts heading toward the door, uncertain what she will do if subjected to much more of this.

Before she gets too far, she can't help but turn around, and snaps, "Either you believe me, you trust me or you don't. What has gotten into you, Doc? You're acting horribly."

"I am? I am acting horribly? I don't see how it's unreasonable to ask my girlfriend to stop being friends with a bloke that I don't approve of, or do you not respect our relationship, Lily?"

"James—he will always be a part of my life, Doc. I work with his parents. We have close mutual friends. Where is this coming from? Did something happen between you two?"

Caradoc clenches his jaw and suddenly the conversations from her morning at work come flooding back.

"It was you two, wasn't it? The fight that's all over the news, that—was it you two?"

"I'm not permitted to speak about that incident," he says, almost mechanically.

"Doc."

But Caradoc simply crosses his arms over his chest, gaze locked on hers, steely blue and unrelenting. "It's a rather simple choice, Lily. Potter or me."

Her mouth opens and then closes. She thinks back to prior year when she kept her distance from James, when her feelings started to grow out of control and she kept holding onto the silliest little hope that he might fancy her too. In the end, he hadn't, and her heart stupidly shattered in the process. This could be that: another clean break, a chance to retrieve the healed pieces of her heart and try, truly try, to hand them over to someone else, to Caradoc. She could finally put the final nail in the coffin—finally, finally move on as she vowed to do so long ago.

Then she thinks about the painting hanging in her office, Stars and Secrets, and she realizes Caradoc is right: the choice is rather simple.

#chasing life #chasing life spoilers #chasing life missing scene!!#cl lily pov

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rabbit-reveries · 2 years

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𝑲indness, kindness, kindness — but I'm praying for courage

Chapter 1. Bunnies and Bludgers

Pairing: George Weasley X Hufflepuff!Reader

Fic Warnings: Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Childhood Friends, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Hufflepuff!Reader, Female!Reader, Songfic, George is in a Band, Coming of Age, Bisexual George, Love Confessions, Light Angst, Both Refuse to Admit Their Feelings, more warnings can be added, author’s first language isn’t English

Chapter Warnings: Fluff, Childhood Friends

Word Count: 1,5k

Summary: You know George Weasley like the back of your hand, like the lyrics of your favorite song. He's stubborn, cheeky, headstrong, and full of himself, incredibly creative, loyal and lively to a fault. He likes cartoons and naming inanimate objects, and he learned how to play the bass just to prove to his brother that he could. He carries a notebook full of songs he's written but won't let anyone - not even you - have a look at it, and he always loses poker games because he can't control his facial expressions. He's one of the most sincere people you've ever met. He's been your best friend since you were both eight years old.

But you're fifteen now, and growing up has been more difficult than you thought it would be.

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“Blimey, Fred, you hit the ball too hard!” said the boy, turning to the other. He stared at you and your motionless body like he could feel some of the pain you'd feel when woken up.

You could trace days back to when you first met George Weasley like scars on your skin, little white lines, a bit faded with time, buried deep inside your being to never be erased. You could run your hands along the memories, almost fading and there forever, the little freckled face of the boy contorted in a nasty expression as he ran to you, yelling “‘re you alright?”, worried about the bludger that’d just hit you right in the head. All the scars from all the trouble he and his twin would get you into in the following years would add to your collection, started on that Summer afternoon when the ball had you passed out in the grass.

“It wasn't me! Must've been Percy!” retorted his twin, trying not to look at the wound the bludger left behind. Percy, behind him, exclaimed:

“I wasn't even playing as beater! It was one of you two!”

The twins exchanged a look. It was one of them, for sure, but they trusted that their brother wouldn't be able to tell which. “Really not the time to argue over whose fault it is, just go get mum!” they said.

Considering you had blood oozing out of your forehead, Percy decided it was best not to waste time trying to find a culprit and go get help. It went against his interests, as he quite liked - and still does like - to play the blame game, even better when he could pin it on the twins, but he couldn’t stand looking at all that red, and getting help was obviously the most responsible thing to do. He raced down the prairie towards the Burrow, screaming bloody murder, and you'd later be highly grateful for how fast he got to the house and how fast he got back to where you laid, his mother following with hurried steps.

“Just what did you three do?!” the witch yelled, looking at you and then back at her boys “Fred, George, and Percy Weasley, you will be grounded for eternity when your father comes home! Hurry, get back to the house, I'll carry the girl.”

Mrs. Weasley picked you up and got you to the house, where, laid on the living room couch, she nursed the cut. “Poor girl will have a scar for the rest of her life… You three, I swear… Your father will be livid. He'll have you without supper for weeks.” she rambled on. Of course, Arthur would do no such things of his own accord, but she'd convince him.

“I'm sorry, mum! It wasn't our fault, she appeared out of nowhere!” said Fred.

“Yeah, we tried to stop the ball, but bludgers aren't exactly obedient…” completed George.

She turned to the three, a frown on her face. “No excuses. One more word and I’m making you degnomize the lawn.”

Percy gasped. “What! That’s not fair, mum!”

Your eyes begin to flutter open, distracting the witch before she could scold the children further. She turned to you with a gentle and welcoming smile on her lips.

“Hello, dear. How’re you feeling? Bad hit you got.”

You tried to sit up, but she stopped you. Behind her, the boys studied you, varying shades of guilt on their faces. The twins should be about your age then, and the other a bit older. They look a lot like her, with red hair and freckled face, although a lot slimmer than their stout mother.

“Where am I?” you asked, dizzy and feeling like you were a second away from passing out again.

“I’m Mrs. Weasley, these are my boys.” said the woman sweetly, and nodded towards the three “You got hit by a bludger during their little quidditch game, so I carried you to our house to have a look at the wound.”

You stared at her, silent. She pressed her lips together and continued.

“What is your name, dear?”

“Y/N Y/S.”

“That’s a lovely name! Can you tell me where you live?”

“The white house up the hill.”

“The one with the kitchen garden?” you nodded “Well, it isn’t far. I’ll send an owl to your parents right this instant to let them know we have you. I’m sure they’re wondering where you might be.”

Saying that, Mrs. Weasley left your side to look for quill and paper in the organized mess of her home. The redhead boys continued to goggle at you and your wound, a small, gaping cut right under your hairline. You grew conscious of their gaze and the silence.

“Not very polite to stare.” you said.

The older boy is the first to speak, startled from the daze, almost “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to... Anyway, my name is Percy, and these are Fred and George. I’m really sorry my brothers got you hurt.” By the way Percy spoke, you got the feeling he might be a bit older than he seemed. Later, you’d realize that was result of conscious effort. The twins, one on each of his sides, exchanged a look of disbelief.

“How do you know it was one of us?” asked the twin with a missing front tooth, George.

The twin with a missing canine, Fred, continued “Even if it was one of us, it wouldn’t be our fault! She appeared out of thin air! What, you wanted us to stop a bludger in movement?”

Percy sighed. “That’s exactly what a beater is supposed to do, so, yes.”

“Nothing we do is ever good enough for you. If you wanted to stop the thing so much why didn’t you throw yourself in front of it?” said Fred.

“Look, it wasn’t my fault!”

“Neither was it ours!” the missing front tooth boy nodded at you. “If anything the fault is hers for showing up uninvited. What was she even doing alone in the middle of the prairie anyway?”

At this point, you were so enthralled by the argument and so light-headed with blood loss you’d forgotten you were there. To remember with a strange boy pointing the blame for your wound on you, you were less than pleased. Again, you tried to sit up, but a wave of vertigo convinced you to stay laying down on the couch, though it wasn't enough to hold your tongue or your angered glare. “I'm not ‘she’, I have a name, and if you want to know what I was doing so badly, I was chasing after a bunny. Believe me, I had no way of knowing you three dimwits would hit me in the head with a ball.”

“Girls are so dramatic.” said Fred “You should see the scar our brother Bill got playing for his house last semester.”

George furrowed his brow. “Look, it’s not like we wanted to get you hit, okay?”

Percy rolled his eyes. “Bill is hardly an example.” he said, but the twins ignored the remark.

“The point is: you’re making a big fuss over something bangs would fix. Plus, you’d look better with them. Would hide that big forehead of yours.”

You stared at the missing canine twin, in awe at his words. You had never met someone as rude as he was.

“I’m going to tell my mum what you said, and she’s going to tell your mum! In fact, I’ll tell Mrs. Weasley right now and she’ll-”

“I hope you’ll excuse the wait, dear, couldn’t find the quill… A house this size with seven children, things rarely stay where I last put them... Already sent an owl to your parents, so they should be here any time now.” Mrs. Weasley chimed, back in the room and in your field of vision with her wand in hand as a parade of mugs, saucers, spoons, kettle, honey, and tea containers followed her from the kitchen. Her children shifted around the living room to avoid being trampled by the flying objects. “What would you like to tell me?”

“I meant to-” you begin, but George cuts you off.

“She was about to tell you she’s hungry. Are there any scones left from yesterday, mum?”

“Oh, scones, I’d forgotten all about them! Of course, you’d want something to eat after losing all that blood.” the woman said. Again, she left you alone with the three.

George stepped closer to the couch and lowered himself to your level before whispering “Don’t tell her anything, alright? You’ll have us grounded over nonsense, and you best believe she’ll punish the three of us even if Fred was the only dense enough to say what he said.” His big puppy dog-ish brown eyes were on yours. He seemed sincere enough. “That’s not fair, is it?”

“He wasn’t nice to me, why should I be fair?”

“Because you’re not an unfair person, I hope. Please?”

You glare at him, annoyed, knowing very well you couldn't be unfair if you wanted to. Kindness, kindness, kindness... You knew your kind heart was going to be your get you killed one day. Displeased, you roll your eyes and nod. He gives you a grin with a missing front tooth.

Tag List: @lipstixstain, @fancy-pantaloons, @slytherclaw1978

#george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley fluff #george weasley x reader #fred and george #hp #hp fluff #harry potter fanfic #harry potter #harry potter fluff #friends to lovers #bunnie writes

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octopussoap · 1 year

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dramione wip weds

Silver Springs by kira_khaleesi - an E rated dramione fic coming to ao3 in 2023

Tags include: Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter EWE, Marriage Law, Explicit Sexual Content, Romance, Angst, POV Hermione Granger, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Emotional Burn, Fast Sexual Burn,

I’ll post an excerpt every weds as self motivation to keep going :D

this week’s excerpt...

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me.”

Her eyes close, the warmth of his reassurance washing over her like an embrace. It hits her like a bludger to the chest when she opens her eyes and sees him.

Her husband, awake.

Alive.

Healthy.

Tears well in her eyes at the sight.

She has missed him. Missed his understanding, the effortless way that his calm mind compliments her busy one.

Most of all she has desperately missed the way that he sees her.

All of her.

And now he’s here, looking at her with a tenderness reserved for her alone, his gaze a balm to the stress that has permeated her every move for the longest six weeks of her life.

He squeezes her hand.

Hers is the one he reaches for, only, and always.

“Draco.” Hermine sobs, tears spilling onto her cheeks.

A tug on her hand, bringing her fingers to his lips.

“When I said I’d kill for you, I meant it-” His whisper is soft against her knuckles, as each one receives a kiss between words- “I’m not going to judge you for the same thing. You are all that matters.”

“I’m okay,” she sniffs, her free hand wiping the moisture from her face. A smile breaks across her lips, “I’m okay.”

“Good.” Draco exhales against her hand with a smile. “The war is over. I shouldn’t be surprised it was you that ended it.”

Hermione brings her other hand to their joined ones. Her declaration of love is a sigh of relief.

“I love you.”

#dramione #wip wednesday #draco malfoy #hermione granger #wip #ao3 #marriage law #harry potter #arranged marriage #dhr #dhrwipweds #dhr fanfiction #draco x hermione

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whenihaveyouromione · 2 years

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When I Have You - Chapter 79

Read on Fanfiction.net or ao3 if you'd prefer.

This chapter is dedicated to my wonderful Chudley Cannons Quidditch team. I love you all <3

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Chapter 79

There was an unanimous groan from the orange-clad crowd as they watched the Quaffle sail through the middle hoop.

“And… it is now thirty points to zero after three minutes. The Cannons really have not started this game well, have they, after a wonderful three hundred and forty to sixty point victory just last week against the Montrose Magpies. But the Bats are just a little bit better — more experience on the team, more talent, I’d say — and it’s showing for the Cannons today.”

Ron grimaced as the voice of Simeon Butters spoke the hard reality of what he was witnessing with his own eyes. This was the first game of the Cannons’ he’d managed to get to all season, and after the magnificent win they’d managed last week — albeit against the team coming second last in the whole league — his hopes had been high.

Had he ever actually been to a match his team had won or was it their mission to lose whenever he could come and watch them?

Thirty to zero and they hadn’t even been in the air for five minutes.

He tossed the Omnioculars on the ground and collapsed into his seat.

Hermione, who had been standing beside him and watching with mild interest, looked down at him. “Oh, Ron,” she said, and he could tell she was trying not to laugh. “It’s just —”

“It’s my birthday,” Ron said. “I was hoping they’d actually be useful today.”

His words didn’t seem to abate Hermione’s amusement. For a moment, she turned her gaze back to the players, the Bats with the Quaffle once more, zooming towards the other end of the pitch without a Cannons Chaser in sight.

“You know,” Ron said, “I don’t even know why they made that switch this year. Swapping Keeper and Seeker. They’re two completely different positions, and it’s the first time any team has ever done it, because it’s a really stupid idea. How do you expect someone whose whole life’s training has been based around speed to suddenly sit in front of the hoops and do nothing until the Quaffle is near?”

As if to prove his point, another groan filled the stadium as the Bats moved into a forty point lead.

“And Switch has let in another one,” Butters said. “At the rate they’re scoring, it won’t matter if the Cannons Seeker, Sope, catches the Snitch. She’s had some good luck lately — a good move into Seeker from that perspective.”

“It’s just a game,” Hermione said. “And they won last week, didn’t they? So it’s not like they’re losing every game…”

Harry and Ginny slid into the stand then, Harry carrying a bucket full of Fizz Pops while Ginny waddled along behind him, her pregnant belly the size of two Quaffles stitched together these days. Neither bothered to sit, but turned their attention to the match taking place almost at eye level. Despite Ginny having not played in months, she was still considered a player of the British and Irish Quidditch League and was able to get tickets to any games she wished. Good tickets, at that.

“Wow,” Harry said, looking at the charmed scoreboard opposite them. He frowned. “We weren’t gone that long, were we?”

“No,” Ron mumbled. “Five minutes.”

“Ouch,” Ginny said. “What’s the Keeper doing?”

“Nothing,” Ron said. “Nothing. She should be the Seeker.”

“Yeah, but… Sope is a good Seeker, too,” Ginny reasoned. “She’s fast. She catches the Snitch more often than not.”

“So did Switch,” Ron said.

“Well, what are your Beaters doing?” Ginny said. “They’re just sitting there looking pretty with those bats of theirs.” She gestured vaguely to where the most experienced Beater in the whole of the League, Arty King, was flying lower than the rest and watching the game rather than the Bludgers zooming around his head. “He could hit that right at their Chaser, and she’d be down. The Bats' Beaters are at the other end.”

Ron frowned, seeing where Ginny was pointing. She was right — of course she was right, she knew Quidditch better than anyone. The Beater wasn’t doing anything.

“Last week he took two players out and they needed to be replaced,” Ron said. “See. This is what I mean! They play well and then I come to a game and they suddenly fall apart. I’ve never seen them win.”

“Yeah, and looks like you’ll have to wait another few weeks,” Harry said as the Bats Chaser managed to sneak the Quaffle past the Cannons Keeper again.

Ron was just about ready to get up and leave and come back another day. He wasn’t sure how many more losses he could take. Especially on his birthday.

It had been almost tradition for him and Hermione to attend the Cannons game that fell on or around his birthday. It had started a few years back when she’d bought him a season pass to see them, but he’d not really managed to get to many. Work had been keeping him busy, his shifts seeming to always align with when they were playing. But for some reason, the game near his birthday was always free. Or maybe, they made more of an effort to make time. He didn’t know, but it was always an enjoyable experience, win or loss.

Ginny always managed to get them the best seats, but this was the first time she’d actually come with them since she was still on leave. In the past, she’d been off with her team either playing herself or training. One year, the Cannons had even played the Harpies, which had been very conflicting for everyone but Ron.

“I don’t care if she hit my sister; that was a good hit from Ravenclaw. It got us ten more points!”

Harry always joined them, and the day reminded Ron of the old times, when it was just the three of them having fun together. As much as he loved his life now — spending every day with the most amazing and beautiful person in the world — he also appreciated the three of them spending time together, too, and he was almost certain Harry and Hermione felt the same way.

“At least no one’s spotted the Snitch yet,” Hermione said, peering through her Omnioculars to get a better view of the Seekers on the other side of the pitch to them. “There’s still hope.” She sat back in her seat beside Ron and smiled at him. “Are you even having the smallest amount of fun?” she asked teasingly.

Ron turned his attention to his wife. The brisk wind had blown her hair across her face, wisps flying in all directions. She’d done her best to tie it up, but as usual, it fell free of its containment, instead preferring to maintain its naturally wild state.

It was in that moment that Ron realised, just maybe, how unappreciative he sounded. Days like these were hard to come by. Birthday or not, their plates were always filled with other things that it was so infrequent they got to enjoy themselves by being out with friends — or even just together.

They did make special efforts for birthdays or their anniversary that was coming up in a few weeks, but they were about the only times. Not that he didn’t enjoy the nights spent at home with her. Those were his favourites, but these… these were nice, too.

“I’m having fun,” he said. “I love being up here with you, them —” he jabbed a thumb at Harry and Ginny on the other side of him, “— one day I’d just love to actually be present for a victory, you know?”

Hermione patted his knee comfortingly, letting him know she at least wanted to understand. He knew she didn’t, because she had never understood the importance he and Ginny — and a lot of his other siblings — put on the sport. It was just a game to her and nothing more. He suspected she supported the Cannons purely because he did, but she didn’t actually care if they won or not.

She just liked being with him.

Ron sunk deeper into his seat and placed an arm across Hermione’s shoulders, drawing her towards him. “I always have a great birthday,” he said. “You know I do.”

She leaned her head against his shoulder, and while Harry and Ginny stood and watched the players above them, he and Hermione watched from their seats.

It was seventy to zero by the time one of the Seekers made a move.

“And it looks like the Cannons Seeker, Hannah Sope, has caught sight of the Snitch. She’s off, her opponent no match for the Firebolt Six Sope is flying. It does look beautiful in the air, doesn’t it?”

Ron withdrew his arm from Hermione and they were both on their feet again. He could see the little gold blur diving to the ground. Everyone was cheering, Hermione included, as the Cannons Seeker angled her broom down in order to reach the Snitch first. The Bats Seeker was very far behind, doing their best to catch Sope.

“And while you were all watching that spectacular dive,” Butters said, “Cannons Chaser, Autumn Clever, has just stolen the Quaffle from Meet on the Bats. She’s flying down towards the other end of the pitch — we really haven’t seen much action so far, have we? — and she dodges Henry, passes to her fellow Chaser, Evermore. He dodges Henry, too, passes to Bookworm, who passes back to Clever. She dodges a Bludger speeding towards her and — yes — the Cannons have finally scored. Seventy to ten.”

Ron punched his fist into the air, a sudden thrill creeping over him. He searched the pitch for the Seeker, his attention momentarily distracted by the first Cannons' goal of the game, but saw with disappointment that both Seekers had drawn steady again. Their heads whipped around as they attempted to search for the Snitch, but they’d quite obviously lost sight of it once more.

“Oh, here we go,” Butters said, excitement edging into his voice. “Cannons with the Quaffle again. What was that from Meet? He’s been the Bats' best player today, but that was a clean drop. They won’t be happy.

“Bookworm is on her way again, always off to a slow start, but when she gets going… yes, she’s zooming down the other end, not a soul in sight. She looks around, but she seems to have even outflown her fellow Chasers. Oh, there’s Gregory, the Bats' Beater. Nope, his aim is off. He misses her entirely. Bookworm is at the posts now, she aims, she… yes, she scores!”

A cheer erupted, every spectator on their feet now.

“The Bats lead Seventy to twenty now. Still a long way to the end, especially with the Snitch disappearing again, but this looks more promising for the Cannons.”

Another cheer broke out, and Ron whipped his head around to try and find what was happening.

“Over there,” Hermione said, gripping his arm and turning him slightly. She was pointing to a huddle of players near the end the Bats were scoring at. Ron grabbed the Omnioculars from Hermione — his own still discarded on the ground — and zoomed in to get a better look.

There seemed to be some kind of argument ensuing. King, his pink hair blinding close up, seemed to be getting threatened by a Bats Beater.

“What’s happening?” Hermione asked. There were jeers coming from the crowd, some shouting for a penalty. Ron turned a dial and writing appeared at the bottom of his vision.

“It was a perfectly legal hit,” King was saying to the Bats Beater.

“Her arm is broken!” the Bats Beater replied.

“So?” King said. “Bones are broken in almost every game. It’s the nature of Quidditch.”

“Ron?” Hermione said.

“Er, I think King hit MacLerie or something,” Ron said slowly. “They’re arguing over whether it was legal or not.”

“Where is MacLerie?” It was Ginny.

“On the ground,” Harry said, shoving a handful of Fizz Pops into his mouth, and Ron directed his Omnioculars down. Sure enough, there on the ground near the hoops was the petite, writhing figure of Electra MacLerie — one player already picked to be selected for Scotland come the next world cup.

“She’s fine,” Ron said immediately. “They’re complaining about nothing.” He returned his gaze back to the argument breaking out, the referee now coming over to intervene.

“He’s entitled to direct the Bludger at an opposing player,” the referee was saying. “It’s part of Quidditch.”

“At a Beater!” the second Beater argued.

“Any player is at risk of being hit,” the referee continued. “MacLerie had a bat, she is a professional, she should have been watching. It’s play on, no penalty, Cannons have the Quaffle.”

Another loud cheer from those who’d been ‘listening’ in like Ron, erupted.

“And Evermore has the Quaffle for the Cannons,” Butters voice said. "The Bats are still coming to terms with not receiving what they considered a well-earned penalty.”

A groan from the crowd.

“Oh, that was nasty,” Hermione said.

“What was?” Ron asked.

“The other Beater… Ravenclaw… they just took out a Bats Chaser and it looks like it hurt.”

Ron didn’t bother to look. He was still following Evermore, the newest and youngest team member who had really come to himself this season, finding his broom and proving to be one of the best out there.

“Come on,” Ron muttered, zooming in even closer as he followed Evermore towards the posts. “Come on…”

“Evermore passes to Clever just for fun, I think, and she passes back to him, he dodges to the left as Earl goes right, and… he scores. That is a goal from every Chaser now. Seventy to thirty. Only four more goals and we’re even.”

“Yes!” Ron cried, passing the Omnioculars back to Hermione and bending down to retrieve his own. “Oh, this is great. This is really good, Hermione. They might just do this. Sope has already proven herself to be the faster Seeker, so as long as it doesn’t fly right in front of Maric, we might just do this.”

“I’m glad you’re having fun!” Hermione said brightly, and she leaned over to kiss his cheek. For a moment, Ron revelled in the warmth of her lips against his cold skin, feeling the coolness of her nose pressing against him. The only downside to being so high up was that it got cold, and they eventually had to cast warming charms around their box.

Ron hugged her tight, his mood lifting with every pass the Chasers now made between themselves, suddenly making it look easy. A few moments ago, they were being outflown in speed and skill, and now… now they were at their best again.

Just a slow start, he thought cheerfully as Clever managed to intercept a lousy pass between two Bats' Chasers and was speeding down the pitch again, everyone else trailing behind her.

“Oh, Sope has caught sight of the Snitch again!” Butters boomed as Clever scored her second goal in the space of a few minutes. “That’s seventy to forty now, and Sope is on her way once more. Yes, she’s well and truly in the lead of Maric, him falling far behind the speed of the Firebolt Six. This range has always been based on speed. It’s why they’re still the sort-after broom many years after the first was released.”

“Oh, Merlin, please,” Ron said quietly. “Please get it.” He watched the Seeker intently, all the while keeping his other eye on the Chasers and what they were doing. Bookworm had misread Evermore’s position and a pass had been intercepted by the Bats, but that didn’t matter at all if they could get the Snitch.

Their box was silent as they all watched in anticipation. Even Hermione had her hands clasped together, wringing them nervously in front of her. Her eyes were fixated on the Seeker along with everyone else’s.

If they win this, Ron thought, they’re on top of the ladder. They would be clear leaders, because the Falcons — the ones previously in front — had lost their first game just two days before. If Sope caught the Snitch now, they’d win by one hundred and twenty points and the Cannons would be leading.

They hadn’t been anywhere near the top in twenty-eight years, let alone on the top. The drought had been longer than Ron was old. But they were a good team now… the best… the best the Cannons had ever been.

“The Snitch makes a dive, Sope goes with it — and if you all weren’t watching, Switch just made the greatest save of her career to date. Wow, that was incredible to see. I hope some of you were watching — Maric has made a horrendous error. Oh no… oh no, no, no. Sope reaches out — it’s a stretch, but she can do it. We’ve seen it before…”

Ron quickly snapped his gaze up to Switch, who’d just dived to stop the Quaffle entering the posts again. She managed to catch it single-handed and lob it over the three Bats Chasers to Evermore, who was clear of opposing Chasers.

He looked back to the Seeker who had pulled up suddenly and was now chasing the Snitch back up after almost reaching the ground.

“It’s a mischievous Snitch, this one,” Butters laughed. “Maric stands no chance. I think the Cannons have this, everyone. Yes… she reaches again, and… YES! Her hands close over the Snitch. And if you’re looking up, you’ll see that Evermore just sunk the Quaffle through the middle hoop seconds before. I think it counts! Just waiting for clarification… YES, Evermore scores for the Cannons, making it seventy to fifty, and then Sope catches the Snitch moments later. Two hundred to seventy, the Chudley Cannons win after thirty-three minutes of action. Short game, but entertaining nonetheless.”

Ron felt tears spring to his eyes. He wasn’t stupid; he didn’t let them fall. But he was internally crying with happiness.

Hermione turned to him, beaming, as the loudest cheer Ron had ever heard spread throughout the stadium. Strangers were hugging one another as the thrill of such a comeback — not just by catching the Snitch, but the Chasers, too — sunk in.

Even Ginny was smiling and applauding the victory, and Harry, who’d remained fairly neutral in regards to his favourite team over the years, seemed very pleased by the result.

He hugged Hermione, then he hugged his sister, though that was getting more difficult by the day as she was two months away from giving birth. Then Harry clapped him on the back, and Ron felt sheer joy. Not like he’d felt when he’d married Hermione, but it was damn close.

Butters’ voice was still echoing through the crowd, but it was drowned out from the cheering. The Cannons were doing a lap of the pitch, arms raised, Sope in the centre, clutching the Golden Snitch like it was the most precious gem in the world.

Ron hugged Hermione again as the players zoomed around. The Bats had landed, looking rather defeated over what had happened.

"We should celebrate!" Ginny shouted over the noise. "Leaky Cauldron?"

Ron nodded. His jaw ached from all the smiling he'd been doing. He grabbed Hermione's hand and followed Harry and Ginny from the box, descending the stairs slowly, pushing his way through everyone.

Heads turned as diehard Quidditch fans seemed to spot Ginny, and everyone else saw Harry. Their eyes widened in shock upon being so close to two celebrities, probably even more so upon seeing a pregnant Ginny.

They couple had never taken Hermione's advice about going public on their own accord. They'd just stepped out into the public eye, which had sent everyone into a frenzy for a few days. But Ron supposed not everyone read the Prophet or the gossip magazines, and it was clear, a vast majority of the crowd was learning this news for the first time.

He saw people begin to whisper, eying Ginny and pointing. Ginny did a better job at ignoring it than Ron could have.

"It's like they've never seen a pregnant person before," Hermione scoffed. She sounded appalled by the people's behaviour.

"How long have you known Harry?" Ron asked, holding her hand still. "And you're still surprised that people point and stare?"

"As you said, Hermione," Harry said over his shoulder, "we can't hide away all the time."

"Yeah, all they do is point," Ginny said. "It's easy to ignore."

Hermione still looked disgusted, but she didn't say anything as they continued descending the stairs with the crowd.

When they reached flat ground, they gathered in a small corner of the stadium near the exit. Despite Harry's previous nonchalance over people staring, Ron did notice Harry stood at an angle that shielded Ginny from prying eyes. Ron once again found himself not envying Harry and his sister.

"Should we go?" Ron suggested.

The others nodded their agreement.

Ron reached for Hermione’s hand again, ready to Disapparate them to the Leaky Cauldron, but Hermione shook her head. She turned to Harry and Ginny. “Do you want us to ride the Knight Bus with you?”

“You don’t have to,” Ginny said. “Not the most pleasant ride.”

“Yeah, but if we Apparate and you don’t, then we’ll be waiting around for some time for you to get there,” Ron reasoned. “Come on, we’ll get the Knight Bus back.”

Ginny seemed grateful for the offer despite another protest that they didn’t have to. Being pregnant in the wizarding world, Ron had come to realise, was a real pain in the arse. Pregnant people were recommended not to use Portkeys, Apparition was off the cards in case one accidentally and horribly Splinched themself and/or their unborn child. Floo travel was okay if one was travelling domestically, but they didn’t have fireplaces at a Quidditch stadium, so Ginny and Harry were forced to ride the Knight Bus if they wished to go anywhere further than walking distance from their home in Holyhead.

Ron had once suggested they move back into Grimmauld Place briefly so they were at least closer to London, but Harry had point blank refused to do such a thing. He still wished to be rid of the place, but no one seemed to want to deal with all of the permanently stuck Dark artifacts that would forever be part of the place’s decor.

“I’m not raising my kid in that place.”

They walked to the designated Knight Bus pick up zone that was established by the nearest off-road from the hidden stadium. There were a few people also gathered — mostly elderly or people without their Apparition license — and as the bus came to a screeching halt before them, whipping their hair every which way, Ron couldn’t help but laugh.

“And they call this the safest form of travel when you’re pregnant,” he commented.

After getting their tickets, they found a set of four seats on the top floor, away from prying and curious eyes. Ginny sat against the window, Harry beside her, while Ron and Hermione took two seats on the other side of the aisle.

“It was a great win,” Harry said after the bus lurched forward, causing all of them to instinctively reach out to grab support. “You know… I think I’m quite a fan of the Cannons. I think it’s your influence, Ron.”

Ron grinned.

“Oh, nevermind the team your wife plays for,” Ginny said.

Harry shrugged. “I never said I was a fan of just the Cannons. Just that… I am.”

Ginny huffed mockingly, but she didn’t seem too perturbed by Harry’s confession.

As the bus lurched and stopped, dropping people off and picking more up, the discussion of game specifics took place. Ron, still filled with so much pride over having finally seen his team win — especially on his birthday — couldn’t help but gush over every player on the team.

“And, you know what?” Ron said as they were one stop away from London, “I think the Seeker and Keeper switch was a good move.”

“When they were losing, it wasn’t,” Ginny teased.

“No, but… well, they made the right call. It’s a different call, but it’s a good one. They’re both brilliant at their original positions, and they’re brilliant at their new ones, too. It just means if one of them were to ever get hurt, then we have a good back-up, you know?”

Hermione rested her hand on his knee, looking happy about something. “I’m glad you had a good time,” she said.

“It’s been a great day,” Ron assured her. “Thanks.”

Hermione smiled again as the bus shot forward one last time and announced that they’d be reaching London in one minute.

Once safely off, they entered the pub from the Muggle side and found a table in the corner with four chairs.

Harry went and got them all drinks, and when he returned, he lifted his glass, beaming at Ron. “Happy birthday, mate,” he said.

Ron grinned.

Hermione leaned across and kissed his cheek again. “Happy birthday,” she said.

Ron drew her against him as best he could from where they sat. Right then, he couldn’t stop smiling. He was filled with so much happiness to be spending the evening with them — the Cannons winning an added, wonderful bonus.

It was days like this that he found himself wishing that nothing would ever change. Things were perfect just the way they were.

#ron and hermione #ron and hermione fanfiction #romione #romione fanfiction #hermione and ron #hermione and ron fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfiction #fanfiction #ron weasley #hermione granger

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impishtubist · 2 years

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a night in the hospital wing

A snippet from the adventures of the Potter-Lupin-Black family, i.e. the Wolfstar raising Harry and Teddy story that I will never actually write in full but which lives in my brain rent-free:

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“Evening, sunshine.” Sirius pressed cool fingers to his forehead. “How are you feeling?”

“Awful,” Harry croaked.

Sirius gave him a gentle smile. “Compared to how you felt yesterday, awful is an improvement.”

Was it? The last thing Harry remembered was flying high above the game, scouring the air for any sign of the Snitch. He didn’t know why he was in the hospital wing. He couldn’t even recall the end of the match.

“What happened?” he whispered.

“You took a blow to the head from an enchanted Bludger and fell about two hundred feet.” Sirius let out a slow breath. “Don’t think I’ve ever run that fast in my life, to be honest. Flitwick got a Cushioning Charm under you just in time, but you still broke six different bones and fractured your skull.”

Harry groaned. No wonder he hurt everywhere. “Who did it?”

“A couple of Slytherins and a Ravenclaw trying to throw the match.” Sirius’s expression hardened. “They’ve since been expelled.”

“Sirius--”

“Honey, you could have died. No, I’m sorry. This goes well beyond harmless house rivalry. Frankly, they got off lightly.”

Harry was too exhausted and in too much pain to argue. He let his eyes drift closed, Sirius’s fingers in his hair lulling him into a doze.

“Where’s Moony?” he murmured finally.

“Taking your biggest fan for a walk,” Sirius said, a smile in his voice. “He was getting restless.”

Harry groaned again. Teddy. He’d watched Harry play plenty of informal Quidditch pickup games whenever Harry was home for the summer hols, but this was the first time the five-year-old had been allowed to come watch a match at Hogwarts. He’d been so excited.

“Did I scare him?” he asked, opening his eyes again.

“Luckily, he didn’t see it happen. Remus had taken him to the bathroom, and he missed the whole thing,” Sirius said. “He’s worried, though. He’s been making Remus read to you, to help you feel better.”

Sirius nodded at the bedside table, and Harry turned his aching head to see a generous pile of wizarding children’s books sitting there.

“Moony does do the voices better than you,” Harry said solemnly, and Sirius snorted.

“So I’ve been told. Anyway, Ron and Hermione have been by to visit you several times already. They had classes this afternoon, but they said they’d be back after dinner. You also had a young man stop by this morning. Cedric?”

Harry’s stomach swooped. “Oh?”

He was aiming for a casual tone, and knew he had failed when Sirius raised his eyebrows. “Yes, he seemed quite concerned. In fact, I got the impression you two are good friends, but I don’t think you’ve ever mentioned him in your letters home.”

“Er…well, I just know him, that’s all. He’s on the Hufflepuff team, so we talk sometimes. About Quidditch.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And we’re in the Dueling Club together.”

“Right.”

And he’s really tall and he smells nice and when he smiles at me I feel like I might throw up and have you seen his arms, Sirius??

Thankfully, Harry was saved from pouring his heart out to Sirius about his embarrassing crush by the arrival of one Teddy Lupin-Black, who barged through the gap in the curtains with a shriek of, “Harry!”

Sirius’s quick reflexes saved Harry’s battered body from further damage. He caught Teddy around the middle and tossed him in the air a couple of times, to Teddy’s utter delight. Remus appeared then, his face lighting up when he saw that Harry was awake. He bent down to kiss Harry’s forehead and then give him a gentle hug.

“I’m so glad you’re awake, love,” he said. “Are you in pain?”

“A bit.”

“I’ll go talk to Poppy and see if you can have another pain potion yet.”

“Daddy, let go.” Teddy was in Sirius’s lap now, but he squirmed against his father’s grip, reaching for Harry.

“Edward,” Sirius said gently as Remus went off in search of Madame Pomfrey, “we talked about this. Harry’s hurt, and you have to be very gentle with him. Soft touches only. You can’t jump on him or anything like that.”

Teddy let out an explosive sigh, but obediently settled down. “Yes, Daddy.”

Sirius lifted Teddy off his lap and set him carefully on the bed. Teddy didn’t immediately crawl on Harry, which he would have under normal circumstances. He sat very still, one hand gripping Harry’s pyjama shirt. “Hi, Harry.”

“Hi, Teds.” Harry poked his nose, and Teddy giggled. “Did you enjoy the match?”

“Yeah, it was wicked!”

Harry laughed. Wicked was Teddy’s new favorite word. “Glad to hear it. Dad says you and Da were reading to me?”

“Yes! About dragons! They’re my favorite.”

Harry chuckled. “I know, Teds.”

“Here, Harry.” Remus was back. He handed Harry a vial filled with a purple potion. “Drink that. It will help with the pain, but it’ll probably make you fall asleep again.”

That was fine by Harry. “Thanks, Moony.”

“Da, can you read to us?” Teddy asked while Harry downed the potion. He made a face at the taste, and Sirius gave him a sympathetic smile. “I wanna finish the book!”

“I suppose that can be arranged,” Remus said, settling in the other chair by the bed. He patted his lap. “Why don’t you come sit with me, Teds?”

“No!”

“S’alright,” Harry said as Teddy snuggled into his side. He was already feeling drowsy again. Sirius’s fingers returned to his hair. “I don’t mind.”

“If you’re sure.” Remus picked a book out of the pile and opened it. “Let’s see, where were we…”

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #harry potter #teddy lupin #slight hedric #imp is writing #raising harry #dadfoot #good godfather sirius black

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starryhyuck · 4 years

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good girls (m) | slytherin!hyuck

pairing: slytherin!donghyuck x ravenclaw!reader

words: 4k+

summary: donghyuck thinks you’re the most perfect, little goody-two-shoes head girl who’s ever walked the halls of hogwarts. that is, until he finds out you’ve fucked na jaemin in the back of the library.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: public sex, overstimulation, creampies, degradation, riding

yes this is inspired by ‘good girls’ from 5sos.. how did you know?

“Leave me alone, Donghyuck.”

The Slytherin boy insists on following you, weaving his way through the shelves of the library simply just to annoy you. You’re sure Donghyuck has made it his goal to get under your skin this year, just as he has done in years prior. Luckily, the both of you are reaching the end of your time at Hogwarts, so it shouldn’t be long before he completely disappears from your life.

“What’s wrong? I’m just asking you for Potions help.”

You glare at him as you reach for another book you need to study. Since your father was the Potions professor, Donghyuck always assumed you would be able to help him cheat on upcoming tests. His version of help was always laced with just tell me the answer.

“I’m not telling you anything,” you hiss lowly, scurrying away in an attempt to get him to leave. You’re unsuccessful, of course, as he trails behind you when you reach your desk.

“Will you at least come to the Quidditch game this weekend?” He smirks, placing his hands on the table and leaning over to grin sleazily at you. You roll your eyes, getting situated in your seat as you open your Charms textbook.

“I’m not interested in watching Quidditch.”

He narrows his eyes. “Don’t lie. I saw you in the stands last weekend with Renjun.”

“Fine. I’m not interested in watching you play Quidditch.”

He scoffs. “Whatever. Just let me know when goody-two-shoes wants to come out of the library and have some fun.”

Donghyuck leaves you, finding Yangyang and Jeno in the Great Hall. The boys are laughing at the Slytherin table even though neither of them are actually a Slytherin. The rest of the table isn’t bothered by their presence.

Jeno snickers at the sight of Donghyuck’s long face when he sits next to him.

“Struck out again?”

“I didn’t strike out,” Donghyuck clarifies, although nobody is buying it. “It’s a slow process.”

“So you struck out?” Yangyang chuckles.

Donghyuck just rolls his eyes. “I’ll get there.”

Jeno glances back down at his Herbology textbook. “You should talk to Jaemin. I think they’re good friends.”

It’s hard to fathom that you would be friends with anybody, considering you spend most of your time in the library or helping your dad out in his office. Donghyuck’s tried really hard to get a sliver of your attention since First Year. He didn’t know exactly what it was that attracted him to you, but he supposes that you rejecting him kept spurring on his advances. You were also super fucking hot, and he almost passed out in Fourth Year when you showed up to the Yule Ball wearing a dress that still lingers in his dreams.

“How would Jaemin even-“

“Don’t ask me,” Jeno brushes off. “I’m studying.”

Donghyuck huffs before pulling out his own textbook. He supposes he should study too since you’re clearly not going to help him. He tends to zone out during most of his classes, mainly thinking about how sinful you look in your little skirt, how he could just rip your robes right off and-

Yangyang hits him upside the head. Donghyuck groans.

“Stop daydreaming and focus.”

The Slytherin boy grumbles but listens anyways, trying his best to focus on the History of Magic instead of imagining you bent over one of the desks in Potions class.

—

“If you’re not going because Donghyuck asked you to, then that’s just stupid. I don’t even understand why you’re in Ravenclaw.”

You glare at Renjun. He’s all dressed up in Ravenclaw gear, covered head to toe in a mountain of blue. You rarely attend Quidditch games unless Renjun drags your ass out there to watch.

“I don’t want to go today. Can’t you find someone else to come with you?”

“Nope. Only you,” he smiles. You’re not amused in the slightest bit. “Oh, I see. Is it because you don’t want to see Na Jaemin?”

“Jaemin and I are history, Renjun. Don’t need to dwell in the past.”

“You fucked him literally a month ago.”

You grab the nearest article of clothing near you and fling it at Renjun. Jisu grunts at the both of you.

“Holy fuck, I’m trying to study! Just go to the game and get the fuck out of our room!”

You grumble but listen to your roommate as she seems to grow more irate the longer Renjun stands in the doorway. He smiles in victory when you walk beside him to the Quidditch field. You ignore his glee while he babbles on about today’s game, wondering who’s going to reach victory.

You both find seats in the stands, and you feel embarrassed being here. After all, it was only a month ago when Jaemin fucked you in the Quidditch locker rooms. You managed to not get caught, but you wouldn’t hold it against Jaemin to tell the entire team what happened.

Jaemin wasn’t your boyfriend by any means. You two simply started to get closer this year and to release most of your frustration, you found yourself underneath him every once in a while. You ended it last month after Seojeong started to show an interest in dating him, and you didn’t want to interfere with the Hufflepuff’s advances. You haven’t spoken to Jaemin since then, only catching him eyeing you during Potions ever so often.

But now you see him as he mounts his broom, holding steady in the air as Slytherin’s Seeker. Your eyes are too focused on him to realize Donghyuck has been waving frantically for the last minute to try and get your attention.

Renjun elbows your side and you groan.

“What the fuck?”

He points to where Donghyuck is, just a few feet away from Jaemin in the air. You sigh and refuse to wave back at him, but Donghyuck still keeps his bright smile.

“Wouldn’t he be better as a commentator than a player?” You ask Renjun, knowing how fast Donghyuck can run his mouth.

“You’ll be surprised. Donghyuck’s really good. If I were on the team though, I think I would like to be Seeker,” Renjun muses.

You scoff. “Seeker? You can’t see for shit!”

You think Renjun’s about to murder you then and there, but the whistle is blown and the game sets in motion. He diverts his attention, cheering loudly for Ravenclaw.

As the game draws on, you see what Renjun means. Donghyuck is impeccably fast on his broom, whizzing by your Ravenclaw team to throw the Quaffle into one of the hoops. Your eyes widen and you lean over to Renjun.

“He’s pretty good.”

“I told you.”

You become mesmerized in the way Donghyuck zooms across the field, dodging any incoming bludgers and getting score after score for Slytherin. You would usually be focused on how Jaemin holds steady on his broom, trying to capture the Snitch.

You can’t take your eyes off Donghyuck’s figure, sweat dripping from his forehead as he eagerly throws the Quaffle into another hoop. Chenle, the commentator, praises him once again. You don’t even mind that your team is losing — Donghyuck seems determined to make them eat dirt.

You won’t lie either, he looks incredibly attractive like this.

“Fuck!” Renjun shouts in your ear. “Jaemin found the Snitch!”

It’s only mere seconds before Chenle declares victory for Slytherin, and the sea of green leaps up to cheer. Renjun grumbles, hanging his head in his hands as you laugh. The rest of Ravenclaw is just as dejected as him, filing out of the stands and mumbling about how no one can stop Donghyuck once he’s on the field.

“Come on, champ,” you encourage him, trying to pull the small boy up from his seat. Renjun sighs as he follows you and since you two are one of the last ones to leave the stands, you catch the Slytherin team leaving the locker rooms and bouncing with joy to go to their after party.

Donghyuck’s eyes light up when he sees you and you quickly try to detour, tugging Renjun along with you. Donghyuck calls out your name and you sigh, turning back around to face him. He looks like a dream if you’re being honest, fresh out of the showers and beaming at his victory.

“You came!”

You cough awkwardly. “Renjun dragged me here.”

“Impressive what you did out on the field,” Renjun nods in acknowledgment. You can only imagine how hard it was for him to choke out a compliment, considering Renjun hates when Ravenclaw loses.

Donghyuck nods back. He turns his attention to you. “Coming to the after party?”

“We’re not in Slytherin,” you mention, pointing to the blue colors both you and Renjun are wearing. “Plus, you just killed our Quidditch team’s reputation.”

He smirks. “True, but I’m sure no one cares if you’re from a different house as long as you celebrate. At least, I don’t care if you’re a Ravenclaw.”

Renjun clears his throat at Donghyuck’s attempt at flirting. He nudges your side when Jaemin leaves the locker rooms, his hair a newly dyed blonde as he combs his fingers through it.

You quickly grab Renjun’s wrist. “Um, we’ll decline. See you later!”

You both scurry away before Jaemin has a chance to see you, leaving Donghyuck flustered at your rejection. Jaemin comes up to swing his arm around Donghyuck’s shoulder.

“Why are you still here? I thought you would be off to the party by now.”

Donghyuck sighs. “Tried my luck with Y/N but she just hates me.”

Jaemin freezes at the sound of your name. He coughs a little. “Are you talking about the Ravenclaw?”

Donghyuck nods and the two begin walking back to their common room. “Yeah, I’ve been trying to get her to open up to me but I guess she’s really not interested.”

“Um, do you know that we used to be a thing?”

Donghyuck fully stops in his tracks. “What?”

Jaemin looks extremely flustered now in front of his friend. “She kind of ended it a month ago. But we used to, um, be together all the time.”

“Be together how?” Donghyuck narrows his eyes.

“I don’t need to spell it out for you, Donghyuck.”

He folds his arms across his chest. “I think you do. As far as I know, Y/N barely has any friends as is so I find is unbelievable that she would open herself up to you.”

Jaemin flushes at the implication, recalling exactly how many times you’ve ‘opened up to him.’ He hasn’t caught any feelings for you and he knows it goes the same way around, but your friendship from before is completely broken. You two can barely be in the same room together without feeling the tension.

“You don’t know her very well then,” Jaemin remarks, wanting to end the conversation as quickly as possible. He honestly didn’t know Donghyuck expressed an interest in you until now. “Let’s forget about what I said and have a good after party, okay?”

Jaemin tugs Donghyuck along but Donghyuck can’t stop thinking about you.

Specifically, you underneath the blonde boy, moaning and thrashing in his hold while Jaemin relentlessly pounds into your tight hole.

Fuck.

—

“Sorry, we’re saving this seat for- What the fuck?!”

Jeno and Yangyang are both floored by their friend’s new appearance, wide eyed as Donghyuck takes his seat next to them in the Great Hall. The Slytherin boy says nothing, diving into his breakfast without a word.

Jeno leans closer to him and whispers. “Who are you?”

Donghyuck glares at him. When he found out about you and Jaemin on Saturday, he had a little bit of a meltdown. His roommate, Shotaro, watched in confusion as Donghyuck paced back and forth for hours. Shotaro was even more befuddled when Donghyuck made the impulse decision to buy blonde hair dye, matching the same shade as Jaemin’s.

He didn’t expect to look so different, but with the way Jeno and Yangyang were staring at him, it was as if he became another person.

“I wanted to do something new,” Donghyuck shrugs, offering his explanation. The two of them are silent after that, both exchanging glances with one another.

Yangyang clears his throat after a few minutes. “Did you lose a dare?”

“No,” Donghyuck hisses. “What? Don’t I look good?”

Both of them avert their gaze and Donghyuck narrows his eyes. His stare wanders over to the Ravenclaw table, where you’re currently eating with Renjun and Jisu. His heart thumps in his chest while he watches you giggle at something your roommate said, leaning on her side for support. His trance is broken by the person he wants to see the least.

“Woah. What happened to you?”

Jaemin takes his seat next to Yangyang, eyebrows raised at Donghyuck’s new look.

“Nothing.”

His curt response makes Jaemin even more amused, and Jeno chuckles.

“Maybe Y/N likes blonde guys. Remember, Jaem? When you two were in the library and you said-“

Jaemin throws his fork at Jeno and hits him square in the forehead, causing the Hufflepuff to immediately glare and lunge for the Slytherin across the table. Yangyang tries his best to break the two up while Donghyuck’s mind drifts to Jeno’s statement.

The library? The place where you’re holed up all day, studying to get the best grades in every single subject? Did you let Jaemin take you against one of the bookshelves? Did you sit on his cock while you both pretended to read at the table.

Fuck. You were far from the good girl he always pictured you as.

Donghyuck stands wordlessly, ignoring Jeno and Jaemin’s squabble as he walks out of the Great Hall. He finds himself sitting at your table in the library, patiently waiting for your arrival. He doesn’t give a fuck about attending classes today, he needs to know the answers to his questions.

And so he waits. Surprisingly, he actually manages to get some studying done. Maybe the library wasn’t so bad.

He finally sees you during lunch period, watching as you walk in and smile softly at those who pass you. Your figure immediately retreats to the Potions section, and Donghyuck is quick to follow after you. He spots you standing on your tiptoes trying to grab one of the textbooks on the top shelf.

He approaches you with light footsteps, and you jump five feet in the air when you hear his voice.

“Did you do it here?”

“W-What?”

Donghyuck’s eyes are glazed over, dark as they scrutinize you. You feel small underneath his heavy gaze, and you try to ignore the beam of pleasure that shoots straight to your core. You almost didn’t recognize him with his newly dyed hair, and you won’t deny that he looks fucking hot.

He takes a step closer to you, trapping your body between him and the bookshelf. You shudder when he runs his finger down your arm.

“Did you lift your skirt up for Jaemin here? Let him take you in public?”

You gulp, avoiding his eyes. “H-How do you know about that?”

He growls, and the sound causes a gush of wetness to seep out of your core. “So it’s true? Little Ravenclaw princess is nothing but a common whore? Pretends to be all studious but ends up getting railed for everyone to see?”

You whimper. “It’s not like that- I-“

Your voice catches in your throat when his hand drifts up the expanse of your thighs, fingers dangerously close to your dripping cunt. You quickly survey the area, afraid someone will see the both of you. Most students are eating lunch in the Great Hall but there are still a select few who have chosen their studies over meals. When you did this with Jaemin, it was well past curfew and the library was completely empty.

Despite the fact that you could get caught at any time, it only makes you want him more.

“Touch me, please,” you beg, gripping his forearm.

His eyebrows shoot up at your immediate compliance. “You really are just a little slut, aren’t you? So fucking needy. Before this, you wouldn’t even give me the time of day. You’re just that desperate, aren’t you? Want your small pussy to be filled?”

You quickly nod, way past the point of preserving your dignity.

He flips you over, pressing your cheek against the wood. You whine when his fingers run over your clothed slit.

“So wet, baby,” he whispers, trying his best to conceal your garbled moans with his hand. “Is this for me? Or for Jaemin?”

“For you,” you choke out. “For you, Hyuck.”

He groans at the nickname, moving your panties aside and pushing a finger into you. Your mouth opens in a silent cry as your fingers dig into the shelves. Donghyuck’s breath is hot and heavy in your ear, and he can’t believe you’re letting him take you like this. He wonders what would happen if word got around to your father, who would fail Donghyuck in Potions for sure.

He doesn’t really care at this point, especially when your warm walls are clenching around his finger.

“So pretty for me,” he murmurs, pushing another digit inside. “Want to see you fall apart, baby.”

His other hand comes up to tug at your hair so he can see your expression. You already look completely fucked out and he’s barely done anything to you. He knows he doesn’t have a lot of time before the next period starts, so he quickly moves to unbuckle his belt. His fingers slip out of you and you cry at the loss.

You get more excited at the sound and he chuckles. “Dreamed about this for years,” he whispers. “This pussy is mine now, baby. Won’t let anyone else have it.”

You feel his tip prodding at your entrance, and he waits for your go-to. You decide to slip it in yourself, reaching to grasp his base and push back on his cock. He’s thicker than you thought, and the stretch fills you whole.

Once Donghyuck realizes how desperate you really are, his hands fly to your hips, bottoming out inside you. You both groan lowly, his length pressing against your sweet spot.

He’s about to start thrusting until he hears voices approaching. You both start to panic, and Donghyuck quickly directs you to grab a book from the top shelf while he rearranges his robes. To anyone else, it looks like Donghyuck is helping you grab a book, maybe just a little closer than normal.

Three Hufflepuff students pass by, heading to the History of Magic section of the library. They pay no attention to you two, and Donghyuck sighs in relief. You, however, are still wanting a nice fuck.

You whine and clench around his cock.

“Fuck, baby,” he hisses. “We almost got caught but you don’t care, do you?”

You shake your head and he chuckles lowly. He resumes fucking you, trying his best to keep his grunts to a minimum. It’s difficult, especially when the sound of his balls slapping against your ass increases in volume.

His hands move around your middle, pulling you closer to his chest. “Please,” you beg.

“Baby wants to cum?” You frantically nod and he laughs breathily. His fingers grip your breast over your tight button up shirt, tilting your head so he can kiss you. His tongue slips into your mouth and you whine, driving closer and closer to the edge.

You fall before you know it, Donghyuck trying to keep you quiet as you orgasm around him. The feeling of you creaming around his cock brings him waves of pleasure, and he tries to pull out of you until you stop him.

“Inside,” you plead.

He short circuits at your request, mind going blank. He cums without warning, shooting ribbons of his cum deep inside your waiting womb. You moan at the feeling of him filling you up.

When you both come to, he kisses your neck.

“You’re such a dream,” he mumbles. “Can you stop ignoring me now?”

You laugh. He helps you look presentable, pulling your panties back on even though his cum leaks out of your hole. He rearranges your skirt and tucks himself back into his pants.

You turn around and kiss him.

“You’re really hot when you play Quidditch.”

He smirks. “I knew it.”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. Then, your voice grows small. “Can we do this again tonight?”

He grins. He wraps an arm around your waist and presses his lips to yours again.

“Are you mine? Not Jaemin’s?”

You scoff. “I just let you cum inside me. I never let Jaemin do that.”

His eyes sparkle. “Good girl.”

(bonus scene because i’m horny)

“Where are you going?”

Jisu raises an eyebrow at you as you grab one of the candles from your nightstand, ready to meet Donghyuck. You shrug and smile at her.

“Getting some good dick.”

She giggles and winks at you. “Sounds fun. Be safe!”

You slip out of your room quietly, trying your best to be as silent as possible. You’ve snuck out many times before after curfew, being able to tell your Ravenclaw prefects that you desperately needed to cram some extra studying in. They all thought you wouldn’t receive any major discipline anyways since your father was the Potions professor.

You sneak into the Slytherin common room, using the password Donghyuck gave you earlier. The Slytherin prefects were both asleep on the ground, as expected.

Donghyuck waited for you on the sleek emerald couch, smiling as he spotted you. He patted his thighs so you could take your seat, and you giggled, placing the candle on the table and sitting in his lap.

“Missed me?” He murmured, wrapping his arms around you and pressing kisses to the side of your neck.

“Saw you like two hours ago.”

He frowns. “And you haven’t missed me since then?”

You roll your eyes and whine. “Hurry. Want your cock.”

“Will you let me take you to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“If you win the next Quidditch game.”

He smirks. “Deal.”

You quickly move to unbuckle his belt, sinking to your knees as he watches you carefully. You moan when his cock springs up, tip bright and red. He’s heavy in your hand when you take him, licking a stripe up from his base to the tip. He groans when you bring his head into your mouth, sucking gently.

Holy fuck. You deepthroat him in no time, sinking down on his cock until you choke. He watches with hazy eyes as you struggle to suck him, his length filling your windpipe.

“Too big for you, baby? Can’t handle my big cock?”

You shake your head in defiance. You start bobbing your head up and down, determined to give him the best blowjob of his life. Donghyuck’s eyes dart up when he hears the sound of a door creaking, locking eyes with Jaemin. You haven’t heard anything — too preoccupied with sucking his dick.

Jaemin’s eyes widen when he spots you two before he smiles, throwing Donghyuck a wink and a thumbs up. He retreats back to his room and Donghyuck can’t take the wait any longer.

“Hands and knees.”

You pull away from him, spit dribbling down the side of your mouth. You follow his orders, pulling down your pajama pants and bending over the side of the couch. He delivered a harsh slap to your cheek, and you whimper.

“Pretty girl,” he praises as he lines himself up to your entrance. “Little cock hungry cumslut. What would people say if they saw you? Good Ravenclaw desperate for cum?”

“Want them to see me,” you blubber. “Want them to see how well I take your cock.”

He grunts. “Fuck. Dirty little minx.”

He practically rips your panties in half, fingers digging into your flesh as he takes the first thrust. Is it even possible that his cock grew bigger? He’s hitting your sweet spot with no problem from this angle, sending sparks flying in your tummy. You swear you can feel him in your throat if it was possible.

“Take my cock, baby,” he hisses. “Fuck. See what I do for you? Been chasing after you for years thinking you were a little innocent schoolgirl but turns out I just needed to give you my cock and then you would be all mine. Even dyed my hair to this stupid fucking color for you.”

“I-I like y-your hair,” you cry.

“Yeah? Because it looks just like Jaemin’s, doesn’t it?”

“I don’t give a fuck about Jaemin. Only want you.”

He’s satisfied by your answer and moves his hand down to pinch your clit. The sensation sends you flying into your first orgasm and you sob as you cum around his cock.

He slips out of you, sitting down on the couch and patting his thighs again. “Come on. Show me how much you want it.”

Shakily, you rise and straddle Donghyuck’s hips, slowly sinking down on him. His girth stretches you even more as you ride him, twisting and turning your hips until you feel the burn. You don’t care if you look like a needy slut at this point — he’s made you this way.

You never fucked Jaemin with this much fervor, usually letting him lazily thrust into you before you both reach your climax. He also never stared at you the way Donghyuck is looking at you now, eyes dark as he watches you fall apart on his cock.

“Gonna cum again, baby?”

“Y-Yes,” you answer back, closing your eyes as you feel pleasure overtake your body. You can barely think straight as he fucks you so good.

You orgasm again before you fully realize it, wetness dripping down your thighs and onto his cock.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he groans. “Where do you want my cum?”

“Inside, inside,” you respond, observing as he chases his own high. He stills inside of you, cumming deep inside your tummy.

You kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth while you feel his cum drip out of you.

“I better win that Quidditch game.”

You giggle. “You better.”

“What’s gonna happen if you get pregnant?”

You shrug. “I’m taking those muggle pills Jisu gave me so I think we’re fine. It’s not like it’s going to stop you from cumming inside me anyway.”

“True. Second round in the Astronomy Tower?”

“I can barely walk.”

“I’ll carry you.”

#nct smut #haechan smut #hyuck #nct scenarios

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Doing Me Right - Fred Weasley

Title: Doing Me Right Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!! Dirty talk, semi-public sex, fingering, mentions of choking, unprotected sex, comments that def could be construed as a breeding kink bc im trash Summary: Fred knows he shouldn’t be eavesdropping on the girls, but when his girlfriend starts to sing a song about getting it on all night, all his concerns go away and all he can think about is 34+35. A/N: not requested, just the product of my own brain!! Inspired by 34+35 by Ariana Grande, all lyrics used are in italics. Feedback is always welcome!!

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“No way!”

Fred pauses with his hand hovering over the knob on his bedroom door at the sound of Hermione’s voice. Y/N, Ginny and Hermione had gone upstairs over an hour ago, but clearly they lied about going straight to bed. They obviously deemed whatever conversation they’re having unsuitable for the boys to hear and Fred can’t help but wonder what they’re talking about. Unable to help himself, Fred inches down the hall closer to Ginny’s room, hoping to catch more of their conversation.

“Yes way!” Ginny responds with a giggle. “Harry is very talented on and off the Quidditch pitch, if you catch my drift.”

Fred grimaces as Y/N and Hermione burst out into laughter, and he makes a silent note to hit a few bludgers a bit harder than normal at Harry during their daily Quidditch game tomorrow. Fred settles on the floor outside of Ginny’s room, peering in through the slit in the nearly fully closed door and his breath catches in his throat when his eyes land on Y/N. She’s sitting cross legged on Ginny’s floor wearing a thin tank top and a pair of sleep shorts. They’ve been together for nearly five years, but the sight of Y/N never fails to make Fred’s heart race.

“Who would have thought, eh? Seems the chosen one isn’t as innocent as everyone thinks,” Y/N teases. Someone, Fred figures it’s Ginny, throws a pillow at her and Y/N dodges it with a laugh. “No need to be so feisty, Gin. You’re the one who brought it up!”

“That’s enough out of you,” Ginny responds playfully. “I would have smothered you with that pillow, but we all know how much you enjoy that, don’t we, ‘Mione?”

Fred watches Y/N’s cheeks flush red and she picks up the pillow to hurl it at Hermione and Ginny, who are both laughing hysterically. Fred knows he should forget he ever heard any of this and go back to his room but listening to the girls talk so openly is addictive. Especially since one of the participants is his girlfriend.

“I’m never talking about my sex life with any of you ever again,” Y/N grumbles, flipping both Hermione and Ginny off.

“Why? Tired of bragging?” Hermione teases, and Fred can practically hear the grin on her face.

Y/N shrugs and Fred doesn’t miss the smug look on her features. “No need to be jealous, Hermione. It’s not my fault the Weasley brother I chose is a sex God. I’m sure with a few more years of practice Ron will nearly be as good as Fred.”

Fred can hear Ginny gag as his chest swells with pride. Of course he knows that he’s good in bed and Y/N reminds him just how great it is every time, but it’s different hearing her brag about it to her friends.

“You know the rule!” Ginny shrieks as another pillow comes flying at Y/N. “If you’re gonna talk about your sex life you’re not allowed to use their names! It ruins the whole conversation for me when I’m reminded that my two best friends are with two of my brothers.”

“Sorry, Ginny. I couldn’t resist,” Y/N apologizes.

All three of them are quite for a few moments, and just when Fred is about to sneak away to his room, Hermione makes a noise, and the faint music that was playing in the background turns up.

“Oo, I love this song!” He hears Hermione get up and then her hands come into view as she pulls Y/N up off of the floor. Fred’s eyes widen as he watches Y/N sway to the beat, singing to the lyrics of the song.

“So what you doing tonight?, better say, "Doing you right", watching movies but we ain't seeing a thing tonight,” Y/N sings along, her hips moving in time to the beat.

Fred’s mesmerized by the way Y/N’s hips move, and he can feel himself starting to get turned on from the words she’s singing alone. Despite the fact that they’re both adults and have been together for years, his Mum still insists that Y/N stay in Ginny’s room when they spend the night, so it’s been a few days of nothing but lustful glances and teasing touches between them, and the scene in front of him is making Fred crave more.

Y/N tilts her head back as she sings, and Fred picture himself sinking his teeth into the sensitive sink of her throat. “Can you stay up all night? Fuck me 'til the daylight, thirty-four, thirty-five. Can you stay up all night? Fuck me 'til the daylight, thirty-four, thirty-five.”

Fred watches the way Y/N’s mouth forms around the words, unable to stop himself from imagining them wrapping around his cock. He’d give anything to be with her all night long, and before he can stop himself Fred is reach down and squeezing his hardening cock through his pajama bottoms.

Y/N bends over, giving Fred the perfect view of her ass. She starts to move her hips again, and Fred has to bite down on his index finger to muffle the noise that rips from his throat. The shorts she’s wearing are far too short, so the bottom of her bum cheeks are visible as they bounce, and Fred can’t look away.

“Baby you might need a seat-belt when I ride it, I'ma leave it open like a door come inside it, even though I'm wifey, you can hit it like a side chick, don't need no side dick, no,” Y/N sings, and Fred starts to palm himself harder. It’s taking all of his willpower not to storm in there and drag Y/N into his room so they can do all of the dirty things she’s singing about.

“We started at midnight, got 'til the sunrise, done at the same time, but who's counting the time, when we got it for life?”

Fred watches Y/N move sensually as the song starts to end, in complete and utter awe that he’s going to spend his life with her. Not only does she have an amazing personality, but she’s beautiful and downright sexy. She can drive him crazy with just one look, and Fred knows he’ll never get tired of being with her.

Someone turns the music down as another song switches on and Y/N settles back on the floor, slightly out of breath. Her eyes pass over the door, and for a second Fred thinks she’s missed him, but then her attention refocuses on the opening in the door and their eyes lock. Fred holds his finger up to his mouth and winks at Y/N, before motioning for her to meet him in the bathroom down the hall.

Y/N swallows thickly as Fred disappears from outside Ginny’s door, refocusing her attention on her friends. She has no idea how long he’d been sitting there watching her, and the thought that he’d just witnessed her dancing instantly makes her wet. Once she’s sure Fred is gone, Y/N clears her throat and stands up.

“I’m gonna run to the loo. Brush my teeth and wash my face, all that jazz.” Y/N hopes her voice sounds casual, and she has to focus hard on walking away at a normal pace, even though her mind is telling her to run towards Fred. They’d been teasing each other on and off all day, and with the lustful look Fred had given her when their eyes met a few minutes ago Y/N can’t get to him fast enough.

“Fucking finally,” Fred groans when Y/N meets him in the bathroom. He slams the door shut behind her and presses her up against it, his hands landing on her hips. Fred kisses Y/N desperately, licking into her mouth almost immediately. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are?” Fred starts to trail open-mouthed kisses down her neck as he presses his erection into her stomach. “Got me so fucking hard just from watching you shake that sweet ass of yours.”

“Fred,” Y/N moans as his teeth dig into her collarbone. “You ah, you weren’t supposed to see that.” Fred’s hands have traveled up her shirt and are now cupping and massaging her breasts. “But I’m so fucking glad you did,” she gasps as Fred’s thumbs start to swirls around her nipples.

Fred kisses Y/N again, needing to feel her lips on his. Kissing her has to be one of Fred’s favorite things in the world, and over the past few days all he’s had to get by are a few random pecks here and there. “Such a little slut, Y/N. Singing about fucking me for anyone to hear. You just want everyone to know how good I fuck you, don’t you?”

Fred lifts Y/N up by her thighs and moves so he can place her down on the edge of the sink. He pulls her tank top off over her head before pushing her thighs apart to give him room to stand. One of his hands immediately moves to her breast, starting to massage it, while his head dips down at takes the nipple of her other breast into his mouth.

“Oh my fucking God, Fred,” Y/N moans as his tongue starts to flick at her nipple. Y/N lets out another noise as Fred’s free hand covers her mouth, pressing against it hard.

“Gotta be quiet, Y/N. Don’t want my family to hear how much of a desperate slut you are for me,” he teases before taking her other nipple into his mouth. He lets his teeth nibble at it, and the moan Y/N tries to let out goes right to his cock. “Can’t wait to fuck you and have you writhing on my cock,” he continues, as his mouth nibbles and sucks on her breasts. “Always fuck you so good, don’t I baby? You’re always begging for more when I’m done with you.” Fred’s hands start to play with Y/N’s breasts again so he can press hot kisses to her neck, just below her ear lobe. “You always come so hard on my cock, don’t you baby? I make you feel so good that you can’t help but brag to all of your friends, isn’t that right? Letting them know how hard your sex God boyfriend fucks you.”

Y/N face heats up at Fred’s words and she tries to moan as he presses his hand to her mouth harder. She’s absolutely dripping in her panties, and as much as she’s enjoying the teasing, her core is aching to be filled.

Fred lets one of his hands travel down Y/N’s torso towards the waistband of her sleep shorts. “Bet you’re pretty pussy is soaking wet for me. Probably so wet I could drink it like water,” he teases, referencing the song Y/N had just been singing along too. Fred moans as Y/N’s hands tangle in his hair and tug and he feels her tongue lick at his hand. “Something to say, darling?” He shoves his hand into her shorts and panties, just barely letting his index finger graze her clit.

Y/N tilts her head back and lets out a whine as Fred starts to tease her clit. She tugs on his hair once again, desperately trying to ask him for more. She can feel Fred smirk against her neck as he sucks a mark into it, and she tries to let out a groan in frustration.

“You always make such pretty noises when I rail you,” Fred praises, teasing her entrance with his index finger. “Always love making you scream my name.” He sinks his index finger all the way into Y/N’s heat, and the noise she tries to make sends a shiver down his spine. “Bet you love having my hand wrapped around your mouth? Don’t you, my dirty girl?” When Y/N nods he smirks and pushes another finger into her heat. “Though you probably wish it was wrapped around your neck, don’t you?” Y/N’s hips have started to grind against his hand, and he starts to rub her clit as his fingers curl inside of her. “You fucking love it when I choke you, don’t you? Such a dirty whore. My dirty whore,” Fred growls.

Fred feels like he might burst out of his trousers if he keeps teasing Y/N like this, so he reluctantly steps away from her and takes his hand from her shorts so he can rid himself of his bottoms. It’s a bit hard with his hand still clasped over Y/N’s mouth, but he makes it work. Once he’s naked from the waist down, Fred wraps his hand around himself and starts to slowly stroke his cock. “Am I ‘up’ enough for you?” he teases. “I’m gonna take my hand off of your mouth, but I want you to be a good girl and stay quiet for me, okay?”

“Need you so fucking bad, Freddie,” Y/N pants as soon as he’s removed his hand. “Need you to fuck me like the dirty whore I am.” Y/N lifts her hips up, helping Fred to rip her shorts and panties from her body. As soon as she’s naked, Y/N grabs Fred’s shoulders and pulls him in, kissing him hard. “You heard what the song said, just give me them babies.”

Fred clasps his hand around Y/N’s mouth once again as he shoves hips forward, fucking into her wet heat until their hips are flush together. He can feel her trying to make noises against his hand, and he starts to move his hips, fucking her at a fast pace. “Can’t wait until we’re back at home,” he growls, leaning forward so he can whisper in her ear. Y/N’s legs have started to shake as they wind around Fred’s waist, and he shoves a hand in between them to rub at her clit. “Gonna fuck you all night long, my hand around your throat as you scream my name.”

Y/N starts to breathe harder as her orgasm approaches, her hips moving in tandem with Fred’s. The tip of his cock drags against her g-spot with each thrust, and the dirty things he’s whispering in her ear are quickly pushing her towards her climax.

“Gonna make you ride my face and then ride my cock,” Fred whispers, nibbling on her ear lobe. Y/N clenches around him and his hips stutter as he moans. “You like that idea, huh? Love having your pussy eaten, don’t you? My dirty whore.” Fred starts to thrust harder as he feels his orgasm start to build. “Gonna have to choke you for a bit on my cock too, yeah? I know how much you love to gag around me as I fuck your throat.”

Y/N reaches her peak then, her whole body shaking from pleasure as she cums around Fred’s cock. Her hips to continue to move with Fred as her walls convulse and twitch around him, wanting him to reach his orgasm as well.

Fred rests his forehead on Y/N’s shoulder as his thrusts turn sloppy, his orgasm nearing. “So fucking tight for me, baby. Feels so fucking good around my cock. Gonna cum. But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it baby? Wanted me to fuck you raw and pump you full of my seed, my little cum slut.” Y/N clenches around Fred one more time and it pushes him over the edge. He rolls his hips slowly to help him through his orgasm, his cock twitching as he releases deep inside Y/N.

“Fred,” Y/N whispers when his hand finally falls from her face again, before she pulls her face to hers. They kiss slowly as they both comes down from their highs, and Y/N whines against Fred’s mouth when he slowly pulls out of her. But a moan falls from her mouth as Fred slides two of his fingers back inside of her.

“Can’t let any of it leak out yet. Not if I’m gonna give you my babies,” he teases, pecking Y/N’s lips several times.

Y/N rolls her eyes, and pulls Fred closer, kissing him deeply. “Pretty sure the potion I’m on is gonna prevent that from happening no matter how long you keep your fingers inside of me.”

“A guy can dream, can’t he?” Fred asks playfully. He slowly pulls his fingers out of her and brings them up to Y/N’s mouth. Fred groans as she takes them into her mouth and sucks them clean, unable to look away. “This is our last night here, no matter what my mum says. We’re gonna be back in our bed tomorrow night so I can fuck you into the mattress.”

“Now who’s the desperate slut?” Y/N teases before kissing Fred again. She winces as he helps her off of the sink, before starting to collect her clothes. “Although I would much prefer a bed to the sink.”

They both get dresses quickly, not wanting to be gone for too much longer. Fred kisses Y/N deeply for a few moments before he lets her leave the bathroom, watching her hips sway as she walks away.

“Finally,” Ginny comments as Y/N reenters her bedroom. “You were gone for ages.”

Y/N can’t help the grin that takes over her face. “Sorry. I had to wait for Fr- I mean someone to finish doing me right. If you catch my drift.”

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