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Jealousy

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Remus Lupin x Reader

A/n: this started strong but I started to loose it towards the end tbh

Summary: You and Remus hate each other, but what happens when he sees you with someone else?

Warnings: fake dating, swearing, jealousy obi, kinda ooc, Slytherin reader, reader wears a dress

Word Count: 3244

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"You need to add rosemary and oak bark professor." Remus answered Slughorn with a smug smirk on his face as the teacher praised him.

It was an obvious answer he just happened to put his hand up quicker.

"Okay last question, this one's a little tougher. What are the main ingredients in a wit sharpening potion?" Slughorn asked causing both me and Remus to shoot our hands into the air.

He looked between the two of us for a second before nodding toward me.

"Scarab beetles, ginger roots, armadillo bile and newt spines sir." I say with a smile, watching Remus roll his eyes as I smile at him.

"Well done Miss L/n, ten points to Slytherin."

A mix of groans and cheers echoed the room as the class was dismissed.

I gathered my books up into my arms and wandered out of the classroom.

I was looking down at my notes as I felt myself bump into a sweater covered chest, my notes and books falling to the floor.

"Crap." I dropped down onto my knees to try and gather the books and loose parchment without looking at who I bumped into.

"Look where your going Jesus,"

I rolled my eyes at his comment, of course it's Remus I walked into. He helped me gather the rest of the stuff before giving me another cocky smile.

"Haven't you got anything to say to me?" He said with a smirk, leaning against the stone wall.

"No? What are you talking about?"

"A thank you maybe? Considering after you rudely ran into me I still stopped to help you."

I scoffed slightly and just looked at him dumbfounded.

"Cmon then, I'm waiting."

I rolled my eyes again.

"My knight in shining armour, thank you so much for taking a minute to pull your head out of your own arse to help me. Appreciate it." I scrunched my nose at him whilst plastering an obviously fake smile across my face.

He chuckled slightly and stood up straight again.

"Your welcome sweetheart."

He laughed again and stopped for a second as if he was going to ask me something before just walking past me, causing me to inhale angrily before walking in the other direction angrily.

Me and Remus had always bumped heads during our time in Hogwarts, him being the smartest in Gryffindor and me the brightest in Slytherin theres always been some competition between the two of us.

His fake shyness paired with his cocky personality made my blood boil and I wasn't exactly the easiest person to get along with, I was aware I was a stubborn smart arse.

I made my way to the library, wanting to get ahead of the homework Slughorn just set.

I find my way to my usual table in the back corner of the room, sprawling my parchment and books over the table as I began work on my essay.

After a long hour of uninterrupted working I jumped as someone pulled out the chair next to me, snapping me out of my focus.

I look up to see James Potters smiling face looking at me, causing me to laugh slightly.

Me and James got along surprisingly well despite his hatred towards Slytherins and us both being captains to opposing Quidditch teams.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" I ask with a laugh, putting my quill down as I turned my attention to the curly haired boy.

"I have a favour to ask." He said with an awkward laugh, fiddling with his glasses.

"Should I be scared?"

"A little bit, it's a strange one."

I quirked an eyebrow at him, gesturing him to continue.

"Will you pretend to be my date for the ball?"

I laughed and shook my head slightly "Why on earth would you want me to do that?"

"I overheard Lily say she wanted to go alone so I wanted to take someone else. Y'know, try and show her what she's missing." He awkwardly fiddled with his fingers whilst speaking, despite his normal confidence he always got awkward talking about Lily.

"I don't get how that would change her mind on you, surely you should just speak to her."

"You think I haven't tried a million times? She doesn't want to hear it, I just need one shot to show her what she's missing, and that I'm not always going to be waiting around for her."

I gave the defeated boy a small smile and sighed slightly as I braced myself for what I was about to say.

"Okay maybe. What's in it for me? I was supposed to be going with Reg as friends but I don't think he was too keen on going anyway."

His face lit up as he sat up in his chair happily "Really? I'll give you my word that you can have the Friday morning training slot for the rest of the year. Promise."

I smiled at that, enthusiastically nodding.

The Gryffindor and Slytherin team have been constantly fighting over who gets that practice spot all year, it's the best time to practice and James' friendship with the coach got him an unfair advantage.

"Deal."

"Thank you so much, I promise to be the perfect gentleman."

I laughed softly at him, rolling my eyes at his sarcasm.

"Does that mean I have to spend all night with your friends?" I asked with a small groan, causing him to chuckle lightly.

It's not that I hated the so called marauders, or most of them anyway. But my friendship with Regulus stops me and Sirius from ever being very close and spending any time with Remus made my blood boil.

Peter was a sweetheart though.

"Unfortunately for you yes, I'll tell Remus to be on his best behaviour though, promise."

"I'm shocked he's onboard with this, seems like such a stupid plan he'd talk you out of it." I say with a small laugh, picking up with quill again to twirl between my fingers.

"Oh he doesn't know. No one can know or it won't work. I love them but those idiots would give it away in seconds."

I nodded slightly, makes sense the three of them weren't exactly the most inconspicuous people.

"Okay well you've got yourself a deal. I'll see you on Saturday."

He smirked at me as he stood from his chair, hugging me for a second from behind my chair.

"Seriously I can't thank you enough. I'll see you at the great hall at eight."

I smiled up at him with a small nod.

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I play with my hair in the mirror, feeling like I couldn't get it to sit just right no matter what I did.

"I don't get why you care so much about how you look, it's not like you actually like the guy." Regulus said from the other side of the dorm where he sat on the edge of my bed.

"It's not about James, I just want to look nice it's a ball." I smoothed down my long green dress again before turning to fix my lipstick.

"Hmmm sure, or is there another certain Gryffindor that your trying to impress?" Regulus said with a snort.

"I have no idea what your implying."

"Yes you do. Lupin this, Lupin that, your smitten with the boy." He said with a laugh.

I scoffed, turning my attention away from my reflection to the dark haired boy.

"I have no idea what you mean, I hate Remus with every inch of me. He vexes me."

"Yeah sure, you can't deny that you like him a little. He's all you talk about."

I rolled my eyes at him again before going back to finishing how I looked.

"Talking about him and complaining about him are two completely different things so zip it. Okay I think I'm ready to go."

I couldn't lie a part of me understood where he's coming from, which was obvious to Reg as he laughed at the obvious blush that had covered my face.

It's not like I'd say I was in love with the boy, but I can't deny that every time we argue, debate or on the rare occasion engage in academic discussions, my heart always skips a beat.

And a very very very small part of me sort of hoped that it's not just Lily that got jealous tonight.

Regulus jumped up from the bed and offered his arm out to me.

"Let me escort you to your date, make sure he's treating you right."

I snorted at him and threaded my arm through his as we walked out of the dormitory's and up to the great hall.

My hands were a little shaky as I took a few deep breaths.

I understood that this stunt James wants to pull is going to draw a lot of attention, it's the last thing people would expect not to mention that gossip spreads around here and the awareness of all the attention that was about to be on me was spiking some anxiety.

Regulus leaned into my ear as we approached the hall,

"Don't worry, you look beautiful. Everyone's going to be jealous."

I smile at him and stop to give him a brief hug before looking over my shoulder to where James stood at the entrance of the hall.

I took another deep breath before nodding goodbye the Regulus and walking over to James.

He offered out his hand as I approached, pulling me closer to him.

"Don't worry, we've got this. You ready?"

His confidence caused a smile to creep onto my face as I nodded.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

As we walked into the great hall I could feel eyes on the back of my head, the two of us was a completely shocking thing I guess, James has always been so outwardly smitten with Lily nobody would ever expect him to show up with anyone else.

James led us towards the back of the great hall where I could see the other marauders stood around a table chatting, they smiled and waved as they saw James approaching, their expressions all changing slighting as they saw me on his arm.

Peter smiled wildly as I waved at him "Y/n hey! You look amazing."

I smiled back at him with a little laugh "Thanks Peter, you look wonderful as well."

I saw Sirius quirk an eyebrow from the corner of my eye before he cleared his throat to get our attention.

"James this is your surprise date?"

James nodded, giving Sirius a 'behave yourself' look.

"Yes, this is Y/n L/n, I don't think you two have properly met."

I smiled awkwardly at Sirius, hoping he wouldn't freak out on me because of my friendship with Regulus but the boy just smiled sweetly at me, pulling me into a short hug.

"It's nice to finally meet you, I hear your friends with that brother of mine."

I nodded slightly "Me and Reggie are close yes."

He clenched his jaw slightly and nodded back at me "It's nice to know there's someone looking out for him."

I notice Remus leaning against the wall next to Sirius being uncharacteristically quiet for him, he was stood with his arms crossed looking at me with an unreadable expression I hadn't seen on him before.

I hate to admit it but over the past few years of knowing him I've picked up on smaller habits of his. For example when he genuinely smiles his lips sit lopsided to the left, and when he's laughing he always throws his head back a little. When he was stressed he'd pull his hair, and when he was angry or frustrated he'd normally grip a pen in his fist and clench his jaw so hard it sometimes looked as if he was physically biting his tongue to stop himself from speaking out.

But this expression was something I hadn't seen from him before, he was intensely looking straight at me almost as if he was shocked but also with a small smile on his face which I'd never seen directed toward me.

I smiled at him as I looked over, causing him to look away and go back to the usual monotone expression I was used to from him.

If it wasn't the fact I was talking about Remus Lupin I'd say he almost looked in awe.

"Remus you didn't end up bringing a date?" James asked from behind me, causing his friends head to snap up from the spot on the floor he'd turned to.

"Hm? No I didn't ask her after all, decided it wasn't going to work out anyway."

James gave him a sympathetic smile and Sirius snickered from next to him, causing Remus to nudge him hard with his elbow.

"What about you Sirius? Flying solo?" I asked, trying to make myself included within the friend group.

Sirius laughed and shook his head "I always do these kinda things as a bachelor Y/n, it would break everyone's heart if I tied myself down to one person."

James laughed slightly and shook his head at his friend "On that note, care to dance Y/n?"

I nodded back at him and took a deep breath "Might as well put on a bit of a show since everyone's looking anyway."

He laughed at me and took my hand, leading me onto the dance floor.

We swayed back and forth together to the waltz music with some laughs as neither of us could take it seriously.

I could see Remus from over James's shoulder, he was looking directly at us with a cold expression.

It mirrored his usual habits he showed when he was angry but there was something else about it as well, I had no idea what was wrong with him but it was puzzling me that I couldn't read him as easily as I normally could.

As James spun me around I caught a glimpse of Lily stood on the other side of the room, her expression mirroring Remus's.

As the song neared to an end James bent down to my ear "I think it's working, she looks jealous. Would you mind if I kissed you? Just to put the nail in the coffin."

I looked at him for a second before nodded slightly.

He smiled at me before leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my lips.

It wasn't bad, he was gentle and soft but neither of us really wanted it and the awkwardness was obvious.

He pulled away suddenly and as I opened my eyes I saw Remus pulling James away by the sleeve of his jacket.

"Outside, now." Remus said as he pulled James out of the room, leaving me stood there alone with half the room staring at me.

I looked around awkwardly not knowing what to do before I felt someone touch my shoulders.

"Care to dance?" Sirius asked with a charming smile, taking my hands.

I took a deep breath and gave him a thankful smile. "Thank you so much."

He nodded and swayed to the side with me "I wouldn't let a beautiful woman stand alone unlike my idiot friends."

~ Remus's pov ~

"What's wrong?" James asked as I pulled him over to a quiet corner or the hallway.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"What are you talking about?"

"What are you doing with Y/n? What happened to Lily? Since when did you even like Y/n?" I huffed at him, angrily balling my hands up.

I was supposed to take her, I was going to ask her but every time I tried I just couldn't get the words out, going for a cheap jab at her instead.

I've had a crush on her for the last year, our arguments after class was becoming one of the driving forces for the effort I was putting in and our little interactions somehow always managed to make my day.

I was stunned when I saw her in the Hall, she looked gorgeous and I went to compliment her. I finally gathered the courage to say something and then James put his arm around her.

It's always been Lily for him, just like it's always been Y/n for me. So what the hell was he doing.

"She agreed to come with me to make Lily jealous, I gave her the Quittich field on Fridays if she came with me. Why are you so bothered?" He furrowed his eyebrows at me, placing his hands on my shoulders to slow the pacing I didn't even realise I was doing.

"Oh." Shit I've made it so obvious "I was just worried you were making a mistake that's all."

He looked at me for another second before he connected the dots, his confused expression turning to shock.

"Merlin it's Y/n you were going to bring? You like her! Why didn't you tell us we couldn't helped you!"

"Shh your shouting, she might hear you."

He grinned excitedly at me.

"Remus you like her, that's so out of character for you. Why didn't you ask her?"

I shrugged at him "She hates me, she would've said no anyway."

He shook his head at me with a chuckle "God your both so stupid, she was staring at you all night. Just tell her how you feel, you might be shocked."

"What tell her how I feel so she can laugh at me? We might not be friends but I don't want to ruin the little interactions we do have. If she shot me down it would change everything, I don't want to loose her."

"You like me?"

The timid voice coming from next to us caused me and James to both spin around quickly, seeing Y/n and Sirius stood a few feet from us.

Y/n looking insanely confused and Sirius trying to keep his laughter as quiet as possible.

"This is such a shit show." He said with a laugh, causing Y/n to back hand his shoulder, still looking at me with an unreadable expression.

James rolled his eyes "Sirius maybe we should give them some privacy and go find Peter Hm?"

I looked at him with a silent thank you as he dragged a still laughing Sirius back into the Great Hall.

"You like me?" She repeated, walking to stand where James previously was.

I awkwardly tugged at my sleeves with a sigh, not knowing how to respond.

"I know it's stupid okay, I understand that you hate me and this is probably hilarious but yeah I think I do. I don't mean to be so mean to you I just don't know how to talk to you and I was going to ask you to be my date tonight but I whimped out and you probably don't care anyways but I think your the most brilliant, intelligent, beautiful and funny person I've ever met and-"

My rambling was cut off when I felt her hand touch the side of my face, the tips of her fingers going into my hair as I lent into her touch.

"Are you want to just kiss me or keep talking?" She asked with a giggle causing me to laugh a little bit as well.

"I think I'm gonna go with kiss."

She nodded with another laugh "Right as always Remus."

I admired her face for another second with a smile before finally leaning down.

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jamesmydeer · 5 months

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Hey! I have an idea for a Remus x fem!reader. They volunteer to babysit Neville and Harry(both James, Lily and Frank, Alice are ok) and kids try to set them up, get them to play games like Reader being a princess who they have to rescue and Remus - the knight, who has to kiss her (smth like Sleeping Beauty).

true love’s kiss

notes: if you can’t tell, i love writing dialogue.

wc: 2.8k

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Laughter filled the Potter household as James hoisted his son, Harry, and the Longbottom’s boy, Neville onto his shoulders. Harry threw his fists into the air, obviously used to his father’s antics. Neville gripped onto James’ arm and held on for his life.

“Potter and Longbottom have done it again! The quidditch cup goes to Gryffindor! The crowd goes wild,” he yells, bouncing up and down as if he were celebrating a big win from back in his quidditch days.

“Inside voice, James Potter,” Lily remarked, entering the room with her purse in hand and James’ coat thrown over her shoulder. He groaned and rolled his eyes playfully. “Fine.”

The boys giggled as James pretended to drop them and quietly mimicked the loud murmur of a crowd.

Lily plopped her stuff down on the table and turned to Alice, who was making sure Neville had everything he needed in his bag.

“Okay, I’ve got all my stuff, Frank is laying out the boys’ pajamas, James cast a protective spell on the house, I think we’re good to go!” She turned to look at the clock on the wall. “Remus should be here any minute now.”

“Uncle Moony!” Harry cheered, having overheard his mom’s conversation. “He’ll give us lots of chocolate. Just don’t tell my mom,” he informed Neville who nodded his head eagerly, pretending to zip his lips shut.

Alice turned to Lily with a confused look on her face as she queried, “You asked Remus to babysit?”

James walked towards the pair and grabbed his coat from Lily, kissing her cheek. “Well yeah Alice, leaving them with Sirius would be as good as leaving them alone.”

“It’s not that, I just thought I was supposed to find someone to watch them. Y/n is on her way.”

“Aunt Y/n!” both the young boys cheered. They couldn’t believe their luck at having two babysitters instead of one. Alice, on the other hand, was not as pleased with her mess up. She brought her hands up and covered her face as her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Hey, it’s not a big deal. Two for the price of one,” James joked, slipping his coat on. He paused momentarily. “Except we’re not paying them, right?”

"We might have to pay Y/n if Remus loads them up with sugar," Frank chuckled, entering the room and throwing his arm around his wife’s shoulder.

“Maybe the boys can play matchmaker,” Lily raised her eyebrows and smirked. “Give them that little push they need.”

“The one they’ve needed since third year?” Alice adds. A knock at the door had everyone’s heads turning. James turned to walk toward the door, but the boys beat him to it.

“We’ll get it!” Neville exclaimed, racing Harry to the door. They opened it and you scooped them up immediately, playfully tickling them.

“How are my favorite boys in the whole world?” you asked, pinching their cheeks which earned a groan from both of them.

“You better not let Moony hear you say that. He might get jealous,” James teased. You rolled your eyes at James and set the boys down. You had just stepped foot in his house and he was already teasing you about your crush.

“Well it’s a good thing he’s not here, isn’t it?”

Lily and Frank looked at you apologetically, Frank sucking in through his teeth. James and Alice shared a similar expression of holding back laughter.

Your face dropped. “What did you do?”

James grabbed you and pulled you into the kitchen, Lily following suit. “So there may have been a wee bit of confusion on our part,” Lily starts to explain.

“No no no, this is a good thing!” James started, attempting to keep the situation strictly positive. He gripped your shoulders and looked into your eyes as if he was about to give you a pep talk. “You get to be alone with Remus for a whole afternoon. When was the last time you two were alone together?”

Lily was about to chime in that they would be watching his son, not alone, when there was a knock at the door.

“There’s your Moony,” James teased. He smoothed out your hair, jokingly making sure you looked good for Remus. He had known about your little crush since third year, but he still acted as if it were a big deal.

“You see him all the time Y/n. Just act like you always do around him,” Lily rubbed your shoulder comfortingly, then exited the kitchen to greet the second babysitter. You turned to follow her but stopped momentarily to punch James in the arm.

Lily opened the door for Remus who kissed her on the cheek. “Where’s the little tyke? Haven’t seen him all week,” he moved into the living room looking for Harry but was met with another familiar face.

He straightened up at the sight of you, his features softening slightly as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I didn’t know you were fifth wheeling with these guys tonight,” he joked, butterflies filling his stomach as you laughed at him.

“I’m not. They’ve started a babysitters' club and were the only two members.”

Remus looked between the two couples who just shrugged at him.

“Do you four not communicate?” Remus scolded playfully. Hearing his voice, Harry ran into the room and jumped into his arms. Remus threw him in the air and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re lucky I like Remus,” you quipped. “Had it been someone else, I would’ve gone straight back out that door.”

James snuck a quick look at Remus and wiggled his eyebrows. He walked towards him and took Harry, all the while leaning in to whisper in his ear teasingly “She said she likes youuuu.”

Had James not been holding his son, Remus would have shoved him.

“I’m sorry you guys, I’ve just been so scatterbrained lately,” Lily apologized, kissing both of your cheeks in passing as she headed to the table to grab her purse.

You both reassured Lily that it was okay and both couples were ushered out of the door by their excited children.

“We love you, Harry, behave!”

“Mind your manners, Neville!”

The boys shut the door behind their parents and turned to each other. Neville winked at Harry in a way that looked a lot more like an exaggerated scrunch of his face. Harry nodded and scurried back into the living room, Neville a few steps behind him.

“Aunt Y/n, will you read to us?” Harry begged. Neville assisted by giving you the cutest pleading eyes you had ever seen. And although they looked adorable, you couldn’t help but think they were up to something.

You shot Remus a confused smile at the boy's behavior. He just shrugged his shoulders and chuckled. “Of course, she will. You boys go pick out a book.”

You giggled as they scurried away towards Harry’s room. You turned to Remus, who was already looking your way, a soft smile on his face. A blush ran up his face as he averted eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I can go make them a snack while you read,” he pointed his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. He wanted to stay and listen to your pretty voice, but he was discouraged at the idea of you catching him staring again.

“What? You don’t want to stay and hear me read the story they pick?” you pouted playfully.

Remus bit back a smile, pretending that he was having to think about it. On cue, the boys came running back in with their choice of book and settled on the couch beside you. They looked expectantly at Remus.

“Well, make room for me.” You met his eyes and smiled brightly at his statement. You grabbed the book from Harry’s little hands.

“Hmm, Sleeping Beauty. This is a very good pick.”

Harry and Neville snuggled into either side of you as you read. Remus observed the way you animatedly told the story. The way your lips moved with each word had him in a trance. It reminded him of how he used to sit in the library, hopelessly watching you study with a lovesick smile. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if you read to him—just him.

Before he knew it, he was being shaken out of his trance by two eager little boys. The story was over and they needed something else to entertain them.

“Uncle Moony, will you please be the prince? Please please please?” Harry begged, holding his hands together in front of his face. Remus couldn’t help but scoff, seeing so much of his father in him. He looked at you for help as to what exactly they were asking him.

You giggle at the boys. “They want to play knights, Remus. They need a prince,” you playfully cleared up his confusion. He smiled at you and turned back to the boys.

“Oh, I see now,” he nodded his head in understanding. “And why do I have to be the prince?”

Harry and Neville shared a look as if the question was absurd. Remus could sense them growing impatient, so he stood up and allowed them to drag him away. He turned back to you and playfully mouthed ‘help’. You giggled and he couldn’t help the feeling of pride that came along with making you laugh.

Harry stopped and ran back towards you. He stood on his tiptoes and cupped his hand to the side of his mouth. You leaned down and craned your neck for him to whisper in your ear, a skill he hadn’t quite honed yet. “You’re the princess. Pretend to be in a deep sleep like Aurora.”

You pulled away and Remus held back a laugh as you wiped your ear. You mouthed an ‘OK’ and he ran back towards Remus to drag him away.

Once alone, you couldn’t help but ponder Remus’ question about having to be the prince. He was always like a prince to you. A blush creeps up your neck as you recall all the books you read about princes, and how you pictured them as Remus every time. The longer you thought about it, you realized that you pictured him as the love interest in every book you read.

You could hear them rustling around upstairs in Harry’s bedroom. You imagined how Remus looked playing along with them. How the sleeves of his sweater were pushed up. The way his eyes would crinkle as he laughed along with the boys. How soft his voice would get comforting them if they got hurt.

It got quiet for a moment, and you almost stood up to go check on them. Suddenly, there were three sets of footsteps running down the stairs. You quickly laid down and shut your eyes, trying to hold back a smile.

The ‘knights’ rushed in and kneeled at your side. Remus stayed back, standing in the doorway. His chest rose and fell in a soft sigh as he studied your ‘sleeping’ figure. He took advantage of the situation and allowed his eyes to linger. He noticed the corners of your mouth twitch and he felt his stomach do a flip.

Neville put his hand to your forehead to ‘check your pulse’, to which you could hear Remus softly blow air out of his nose. He moved from the doorway to kneel beside them whispering, “If only we had read a book that told us what to do to wake her up.”

“A kiss!” Neville exclaimed, earning a harsh shush from Harry. Neville giggled and whispered the same words again. Remus ruffled his hair and nodded down at the boy.

“That’s a good idea, Sir Neville. Try it and see if it works.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the soft voice Remus used with the boys. You always admired how the marauders played with Harry, but there was something extra special about the way Remus did it. He was so gentle and encouraging with them.

Neville began to lean in to kiss your cheek but was stopped by Harry’s small hand on his lips. He shot Neville a look that reminded Remus so much of the one Lily gave James when he says something stupid.

“True loves' kiss, Sir Neville! Remember?” he asked, the last word spoken through gritted teeth as if he was conveying something secret. Neville's face changed to one of understanding, before scooting over and making room. Harry turned to his beloved uncle Moony,

Remus’ eyes widened and his cheeks flushed immediately. His first thought was how much he wanted to, but his second was how much he couldn’t kiss you right now. Not while he’s playing pretend. This scenario had played out in his head over a thousand times and none of them involved children.

Remus shook his head and went to stand up, but Harry grabbed his hand. “But you’re the prince! You have to save the princess!”

You opened one eye and could visibly see how nervous poor Remus was. Since he had the boys’ attention, you took the opportunity to reach for his hand. He startled at the touch, then relaxed when your eyes met. You nodded at him softly as if to tell him it’s okay, just play along.

And you had meant that he could just pretend to kiss you. You figured he didn’t want to and was uncomfortable at the thought. That was not how Remus understood it. Remus took your actions as an okay to kiss you.

He blushed and squeezed between the two boys who were watching in anticipation. He leaned down so that his face was hovering over yours, and you felt his hair fall against your cheek.

Before you could start acting, you felt his lips graze the corner of your mouth. Your eyes snapped open as the younger boys both cheered. Remus pulled back suddenly and looked down at you horrified. Had you not wanted him to kiss you? You brought your hand up to touch the place his lips just had.

Before Remus could see your face break out into a smile, he abruptly stood. “Tell Y/n goodnight,” he stated, turning away from you and waiting. Both boys kissed your cheeks and followed Remus up to Harry’s room.

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Remus entered the kitchen to see you sitting on the counter drinking out of a mug. You offered him one, but she shook his head. He didn’t want it to throw him off the apology he had just rehearsed over and over.

“I’m so sorry Y/n,” he started, running a stressed hand through his hair. “I don’t know why I thought that was okay. I clearly misinterpreted what you meant and I hope you can forgive me.”

“Mus,” you called softly. He turned to you, making eye contact for the first time since the kiss. “Come here.”

He walked towards you slowly, as if he were a scared animal. The smile you gave him has the crease between his eyebrows relaxing. You motioned for him to come closer. He listened to you and slotted himself between your legs.

You slowly moved your hand to the back of his neck, lightly running your fingers through his hair—something you had wanted to do since you felt it against your cheek earlier. The other hand rested on his broad shoulder. He leaned down and placed his head in the crook of your neck to hide his blush.

“If I didn’t want you to kiss me, I would have stopped the game.”

You felt Remus nod against your neck, his eyelashes tickling your skin. He places his hands on your waist, rubbing his thumbs slowly against the fabric of your sweater. He retracted his head from your neck, choosing instead to lean against your forehead.

“Can I do it again?” he whispered shakily. You could feel his breath against your lips as he looked at you with pleading eyes. You bit your lip and nodded. His hands tightened on your waist as he eagerly crashed his lips against yours. You tugged on his soft strands and he groaned against your lips, pulling you flush against him.

He pulled away with a sigh, keeping his eyes closed and resting his forehead against yours. He started laughing and you were brought back to reality. Your face grew hot and you removed your hands from his hair.

“What?” you pulled back to get a better look at him. He opened his eyes and shook his head, unable to control his laughter.

“Remus, what?” you whined. He brought his hands up to cup your face and kissed you softly again. This kiss was much shorter, but you felt the same amount of butterflies in your stomach.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

"They kissed? Blimey, you exceeded my expectations kid," chuckled Sirius, handing Harry the new toy motorbike he had promised him for playing matchmaker.

“8 years. We tried to set them up for 8 years and my son does it in an afternoon.”

#harry potter #jamesmydeer #marauders #remus imagine #remus lupin imagine #remus x reader #remus lupin x reader

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Percy, the wonderful king of firsties

Ginny, the twins, and Ron don't confide in Percy like the other siblings at Hogwarts. Percy feels useless as a big brother and not needed, so once more reminds them that he's always in the library if they change their minds. While Percy's working on an assignment at his normal spot, light shuffling steps stop right before him. Percy's head is buried in a book and he's half paying attention when a small first year asks him for help. The boy confesses that he overheard Percy tell his family he was always available for help, and he thought since he doesn't have any siblings or friends he could ask Percy for help.

Percy agreed reluctantly not realizing he immediately said yes to someone who's not a Weasley sibling. At the end when they finished the first year Gryffindor is appreciative and more confident, rushing off with a big smile.

A couple days later Percy's at the table when he hears something, perking his head up there are now a few first years with pleading eyes. He waves them over and bright smiles shine back at him.

A week later Percy lifts his eyes above his book and he sees he's surrounded by a small crowd of children, ranging in houses and eager for his guidance. There are some Slytherins who show up to the session Percy leads shy and excited. At a certain point the first years bring homemade cookies (requested by children from parents), knitted/crochet items, and drawings of him/random things to gift him for allowing them to hang out with Percy.

#You know that thing where kids draw a teacher they really like and the teacher puts it on their wall behind their desk #Percy Weasley centric #Harry Potter #appreciated percy #Hogwarts #he's something of a mentor #homemade things for Percy by children #he helps them with their home sickness

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firewhiskykiss · 11 months

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FIREPLACES | HJP / YOU

you start to think your friend harry potter is quite attractive.

a/n • idk what the fuck this is! my first time writing in about 5 years and i’ve also never written for hp characters despite loving harry from the age of 5.

theme • angsty and fluffy, i don’t write smut (for now!!!)

warnings • mentions of death, grieving harry, violence

word count is 4.1k, i wrote this in one sitting.

you weren’t exactly irrelevant, your name was at least recognised, however you were also perfectly and plainly ordinary. you didn’t have a huge number of friends at hogwarts, however you were lucky to be well acquainted with harry potter. you weren’t close enough with him to spill your deepest and innermost thoughts, but you enjoyed laughing with him on the way to dinner most evenings; you greeted each other warmly whenever you passed him in the corridor and even offered to help him with his homework on the odd occasion. it was a simple friendship - nice. your conversations never got much deeper than, “hello”, “how are you?”, “have you handed your essay on werewolves in yet?”, but they were pleasant nevertheless. the most you knew about him was that he had triumphed against voldemort (but who didn’t) and lived in an awfully dull neighbourhood called little whinging, but he never went into any detail about his encounters, you assumed that he saved those stories for his best friends ron and hermione. in fact, the more you considered it, you realised that harry was actually a very private, quiet boy, who said as little as he could get away with. sometimes when you said “hello” you felt as though you’d bothered him, he always seemed to have a sad look in his eyes, even when he was laughing his hardest.

you never really took much time to consider finding harry attractive, until you overheard two gryffindor girls oggling over his photo in the daily prophet on the way to your lesson one morning. you revised the idea in your head, and admittedly agreed that his eyes were really gorgeous, and recalled the times you’d caught his cold eyes in class. most of the time it was because he was deep in thought, staring at the wall past you and you happened to be looking in his direction.

professor slughorn was in the middle of teaching potions. you weren’t completely invested in the lesson because you couldn’t concentrate. your mind kept distractingly returning to the idea that harry’s eyes were infact really pretty. you turned discreetly to your right and saw him sat there. to your startled dismay his blue eyes were staring right at you. you weren’t good at things like this and sat there stiffening, knuckles turning white as you gripped the edges of your desk at your attempt to hide the fact that you’d been oggling at him like all of the other girls in your year.

when the lesson had come to an end, you heard harry’s soft voice call after you, because you’d been trying to hurry out amongst the rest of the bustling students to escape the embarrassment of the escapade at the beginning of the hour. as much as you’d wanted to, you couldn’t ignore him, you were supposed to be good friends, so you paused whilst teetering out of the arched doorway and turned on heel.

“hey harry.”

he seemed even more troubled than usual, and you immediately felt your stomach lurch. “slughorn’s loving you these days, isn’t he?” you continued whilst the conversation remained in the archway of the classroom even as the other students dispersed back to their common rooms.

harry nodded before slowly presenting you with his potions book. you were confused until he opened it to the blank page prefacing the table of contents.

this book is property of the half-blood prince.

“i’m not quite sure what this means.” you followed dryly, screwing your eyebrows together at the peculiar text, it seemed to have been inked in by a student.

harry hadn’t talked much yet aside from calling your name. his thin lips pressed into a frown and he shook his head too, “me neither. this book is the reason i’ve been coming out on top of the class”, your eyes found his whilst he spoke, “hermione would tell me to hand it over to slughorn, and ron might get jealous, so i thought i would show you. you’re easy-going.” your lips curled up at the compliment he had just paid you. for the first time, he’d confided in you before either of his best friends, and it gave you butterflies for some reason.

—

ever since your conversation with harry after potions, you two had been meeting regularly in the library. you had asked harry if you could copy the notes from the strange book into your own for academic purposes, and unbeknownst to you harry had agreed because he found your company oddly comforting.

this particular evening was unlike any other until harry broke the silence in a way that was strikingly unfamiliar to you. he started venting.

“being the chosen one isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.” he sighed with comedic, adolescent frustration and pressed his cheek against a stack of books on the desk. he was watching your quill scribble away and fought back the urge to yawn. he was grumpy a lot of the time, he’d become a very temperamental boy in the recent stages of his teen-hood - it made you giggle. you put your quill down, and entertained his complaint by asking him “why?”.

he rolled his eyes and pointed at two fourth year girls sat in the corner of the library, “i haven’t gone a day this year without some girl coming up to flirt with me,” he consciously tugged the hood of his jumper closer around his neck, ”i think i preferred it when everybody hated me last year, to be honest.” you managed a laugh and put your hand on the boy’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly.

“i can picture your frustration. i don’t blame them though.” you immediately bit your tongue, you hadn’t meant to insinuate anything, but luckily harry thought nothing of what you’d said and shrugged, still visibly annoyed. it was also uncommon for you and harry to engage in any skinship whatsoever and, realising this, you quickly withdrew your hand from his shoulder, pretending to tuck a tuft of hair back behind your ear.

by the time you and harry were ready to leave for bed that night, you’d long been finished taking notes, but you enjoyed small talk with harry beside the candlelight, and he enjoyed it too. by habit of his escapist nature, he’d been enjoying your company more than anyone else’s for the past two or three weeks because there was nothing complicated to your friendship, and he never gave you any indication of struggling so you never asked. harry liked that. he had a feeling that you probably knew he had his personal impediments being “the chosen one”, but you accepted them blindly with a kind smile, and treated him indifferently. it was all very convenient and comfortable. he was also starting to consider the idea that you had very nice eyes too.

—

and the school year continued just like that. you and harry grew closer than ever; you revelled in eachother’s company; you spent your evenings together in the library; you spent your mornings together in the great hall revising. most crucially, you were best friends denying the presence of anything more because you were both too shy. harry also didn’t want to risk overcomplicating one of the few relationships in his life that took his mind off voldemort.

in his time away from you throughout the year, he continued to carry out dumbledore’s endeavours and courted slughorn into revealing his vices. in the month leading up to this, harry had been distancing himself from you. although he thought it better to keep you at arm’s length from his business with dumbledore, he hadn’t been intentionally trying to avoid you, he was just so very busy. he felt guilty nonetheless.

you took harry’s absence on the chin, you knew he dealt with a lot of things, things he didn’t disclose in casual conversations with you because that would spoil the light-heartedness of the time you spent together. you took it as an opportunity to resume the studies you’d fallen behind on, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit… lonely. you hadn’t been on your own like this since harry had called for you after that one potions lesson.

reminiscently, you opened your potions book on the notes you had taken when you were with harry, and smiled fondly. but then your heart sank. it wasn’t abnormal to miss your friends, but what you felt was beyond yearning, you just kept it hidden from harry and the other students, not that harry had the time to notice these days. at most, he managed a quick “hello” as he passed in and out of the common room, until one morning he had disappeared altogether.

you attended breakfast alone. you attended your first class of the day alone. you felt so miffed that you decided not to attend your defence against the dark art’s class, in fact you were truant for the rest of the school day. the fact that you hadn’t seen harry at all today worried you immensely, even when he was busy he was always loitering somewhere about the grounds. yesterday he’d returned from hagrid’s fairly late, you guessed that maybe he was tired and sleeping it off, but a dark hunch that you had implied otherwise.

that night, your intuition summoned you to the astronomy tower, one of few places you visited for undisrupted pondering. your chest felt clogged with an indescribable feeling, it felt almost like a sixth sense, or something similar to unease. the sky foreshadowed a storm, you felt it in the humid air too. usually you would feel lost without harry, but for some reason the fear inspired an unusual confidence in you, and you balled your hands into two determined fists as you stared out over the grounds. it all felt nostalgic, the sweep of grey trees in the distance reminded you of the life that had inhabited the school when you were a little girl. you couldn’t decide why you were crying exactly. maybe you missed harry. maybe you just hated being alone. you soaked it up with the sleeve of your school jumper and turned to leave, and you would have done if not for the indistinct sound of footsteps.

you took off down the stairs and uttered a soft “lumos” to your wand, illuminating a pair of blue eyes, but they weren’t harry’s. your eyes winced at the mop of silver-blonde hair infront of you. the male you recognised easily as malfoy pinned you suddenly to the wall with his forearm and despite looking fairly scrawny, his forearm was bigger than you anticipated - you couldn’t move.

“what are you doing up here”, he asked bluntly, yet whispered at the same time. malfoy’s clothes carried a smell that you likened to an old cupboard, or dusty furniture. he was someone that you knew to be unpleasant, due to harry’s recollection of their quarrellings, but you had exchanged few words with him during your time at school. you weren’t aware of harry’s extra-curricular activities, and even less aware of harry’s speculations about malfoy. your expressionless face mocked draco’s attempt to scare you, you raised a cocky eyebrow and retorted, repeating the same question he had asked you.

“it’s none of your business.” his voice quivered briefly, you recognised this as fear, but ignored it when you heard the sound of someone apparating into the castle, soon followed by the sound of harry’s voice. draco’s head turned almost as quickly as yours. his plans had not accommodated harry. it was hard to say who was more staggered by this. the inches between you and draco were quickly severed when the blonde boy pulled out his wand and took up the stairs. you immediately thought it best to stay hidden beneath the floorboards, you didn’t think harry would take kindly to finding out that you were there, even though it was highly unintentional, he liked to keep you separate from his dealings. plus, it was late. malfoy was joined by a few unrecognisable characters dressed anonymously in black, and snape. breath hitched, you crouched behind one of the pillars and eavesdropped on the conversation happening above you, and it didn’t take you long to understand that it wasn’t going to be a friendly encounter, however it sounded unlike any of the altercations harry had previously described to you. you knew malfoy to be a snobby, sneering sod, but you hadn’t thought of him as an accomplice until you heard snape strain “avada kedavra” discernibly above the conflict.

you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle a staggered, gagging cry. you felt as though you couldn’t breathe. you supposed this is what grief felt like, but it had all happened so quickly, you’d hardly processed the events you’d just heard before you felt it curdle with rage in your gut. harry was long gone, judging by his outburst you assumed he was chasing after snape. before he fled after the teacher, harry’s tone had become unrecognisably cruel, a tone that had never occurred to you in all the years you’d known the bright boy. it made you shiver.

you could still hear malfoy’s discordant sobs on top of the tower, so you confronted him quickly, casting bereaved spells at him with your wand. if harry knew you were involving yourself…

it didn’t matter.

“STUPEFY!”

he looked reluctant to engage in this duel with you, but that didn’t stop him from disarming you. your wand flew from your hand and you inelegantly dived after it. malfoy dived after your wand, simultaneously, and as you both landed on the floor with a thud, you raised your palm to his pale cheek and slapped him. it was so harsh that you felt your palm stinging too, but the pain didn’t phase you as you wrestled your wand from the slytherin boy’s puny hand. flecks of spit from draco’s mouth landed on your face because he was gritting his teeth so angrily, he portrayed a level of fury you thought was impossible for a 16 year old boy to feel. he stopped resisting you, there was something heartbreakingly defeated about the cowardly slytherin. you led slumped against a pillar opposite him, panting in a deathly silence.

—

harry couldn’t hear anything, besides the sound of blood gushing in his ears and a slight pulse. he recalled how snape’s cloak had coiled back and swept over harry’s exhausted body before the gaunt-looking man accompanied a cloaked woman into the dark forest.

coward.

he knelt honourably beside dumbledore’s lifeless body, caressing the man’s silver beard with his fingertips. it was inconsolable, his pain. harry only knew loss. everybody that he held close seemed to die and slowly the amount of people that he could trust seemed to be growing smaller, and smaller. with every loss, he felt a small part of the excited 11 year old boy he once was die too. he was too young to feel this way, it was excruciating, but even though he felt this way, he remained nonchalant and concealed what few tears fell down his cheeks.

you stood with the rest of the grieving students, but you felt scared stepping forward to comfort harry, it had been a good few weeks since you had felt close to the boy. he had his back to the crowd, it confirmed the trauma you had only guessed at for years every time you looked into his shy, blue eyes across the classroom. your heart ached.

you waded quietly past the others students as they held their illuminated wands to the sky above and lowered to your knees beside harry, his eyes didn’t meet yours. all magic aside, your held your friends’ hand with a human understanding of his agony and set your wand aside, squeezing his hand weakly with what strength you had left. he was never very open about his trauma, but he didn’t need to be at that moment, you collected his soft, soft sobs in your shoulder as you pulled him in against your chest and held him. you could feel how badly he was hurting. you wished you could take it all away.

and you stayed there holding him late into the night, long after the other students had cleared and returned to their dormitories. professor mcgonagall stayed with dumbledore too.

—

two weeks had passed since dumbledore’s passing. your friendship with harry wasn’t quite the same. it was common knowledge that you had been there on the astronomy tower, you’d also told him about your brawl with malfoy. you didn’t talk about much else after airing that, harry was reluctant to talk about what had happened, mostly because it was too painful, but also because then he would have no choice but to accept the events as factual. that also meant accepting that hogwarts would never be the same, accepting that everything had irreversibly changed.

conversations were duller than ever. harry had become even more temperamental. you often heard him lashing out late at night, when he was alone in his dormitory, or heard his footsteps on the cold floor in the common room when he went to sit by the fire to relieve himself of a nightmare or a terror. you recognised them as harry’s footsteps because you too stayed awake all night, and noticed that you never heard his footsteps returning to bed, and often found him sat there the next morning staring bitterly into the fire wearing the same damp pyjamas that he had soaked that night.

one memorable night, you were pulled aside before bed by hermione granger. you knew she was one of harry’s best friends, though you’d never spoken to her. you hadn’t anything against her, and you hoped the feeling was mutual, even greater than that you hoped she didn’t sense you as a threat to her long-lasting friendship with him. you weren’t like that.

you pulled your dressing gown robe around your body and tied it at the front as she began to murmur, “i’m sure you know harry’s in an awful way.” you nodded silently. “he’s never been keen on relying on people, you know. the whole time i’ve known him i’ve never seen him ask somebody for help. except maybe dumbledore…” she trailed off cautiously, even she treated dumbledore as a delicate topic of conversation since he had passed away.

she pulled her curls back into a ponytail and frowned. “but i also don’t think he would be so against relying on you.” you couldn’t help but feel as though hermione was suggesting you hadn’t been there for harry as much as you could have been. perhaps you’d neglected him through fear of seeming like you were prying when all he really needed was for you to try and persist. get through to him. you also guessed at the very obvious hint hermione had dropped that sounded as though both you and harry had feelings for the other that were unspoken for. you thanked hermione sincerely, and rushed down to the common room in your nightwear. you didn’t have any socks on, the stone castle floor was freezing.

you knew harry would be down soon, he came and sat by the fire every night without fail. you sat there too, melting into the sofa, hoping it would eat you alive because the anxiety was gnawing away at you. what if harry snapped at you? told you you were being troublesome or bothering him? when you saw his face descend down from the stairs to the boy’s dormitories, you regretted your instinct to come downstairs entirely. harry didn’t look bothered yet though.

he sat beside you quietly and sighed, pulling the collar of his pyjamas shirt away from his neck. it was damp from where he had been sweating already. without much thought, you stopped his trembling hand from tugging at the fabric and held yours clasped over his before opening your mouth, “i’m sorry, harry.”

he didn’t say anything. he looked like someone who’d heard sorry too many times in the past two weeks.

“we used to have fun together…” you started, unsure of where you were actually going with this. “i’m not here to pity you, like most of the others. i do understand, you know. not quite as fully as you, i haven’t been through nearly as much, but when i see you crying, harry, i…”

you brought his hand down from his neck and held it firmly in your lap, “i can’t watch you in pain and-“ you breathed and reticent as you were said very plainly, “i don’t mean that as a friend either, harry.”

you met harry’s blue eyes. they seemed surprised, although you weren’t sure why. he was brilliant, you wish he saw that. not brilliant because he was “the chosen one”, or because he was somewhat of a celebrity, but because of how brave and exceedingly kind he was.

“i don’t understand, y/n.”

“yes, you do.”

harry knew he’d understood you as well. but he hadn’t expected your friendship to take so much of a dark turn so quickly, he wanted to keep you away from that. and he didn’t like you seeing the vulnerable side of him either, despite however pleasantly intimate it was to have you comfort him. maybe this was enough, though. maybe this was close enough.

you were sat inches from eachother on the sofa before the fire. but you were close enough that he could smell your perfume. it made him smile. it wasn’t a big smile at all, unlike the huge grins that practically stretched to his ears when he was a little boy. but it was a smile nevertheless. he also decided against fighting the urge to smile because your determination made you that much prettier.

eyes straying, harry made a confession of his own, “do you know what i could smell when slughorn took the lid off of the amortentia in potions?”

“what?”

“something a bit like honeysuckle”, he paused, smiling into the fire, “i didn’t recognise it until you held me two weeks ago. i’d never gotten close enough to notice that you smell like that.”

your mouth fell open slightly but conscious that you were catching flies, you quickly shut it and smile too. this conversation suddenly felt nice, unlike the tension that had been brewing between you previously. you felt warm again, just like you had done when you shared your evenings together in the library.

“i’ve liked you for a long time, harry, but i didn’t want you to think i was taking advantage of you.”

“why would i think that?” suddenly his bushy, black eyebrows were knotted together above his nose.

“all that talk of you being “the chosen one”, i didn’t want you to think that’s the only reason i took any interest. especially when you despised other girls for that very reason.”

he scoffed, you were right, those girls had been awfully annoying. he turned his head slightly, commanding a shy pink colour to creep into your cheeks. even when you and harry had been at your closest, you became bashful when he held eye contact with you, it felt very intense. without giving any thought to his actions, he cupped your face with one hand and brought you in for a kiss.

it was a very slow kiss, his thin lips slotted in gently against yours. you’d never contemplated what harry was like as a kisser but he exceeded all of the expectations. it was a nice feeling. warm. your pining hands reached for his pyjama shirt and tugged longingly at the fabric, not in a suggestive manner but as a means of saying that you had waited so long to feel harry surrender like this. it didn’t last for very long, he pulled away with a sigh and pressed his forehead to yours, glasses falling further down the slope of his nose. harry felt like a normal teenage boy and for a moment failed to remember that he was really a wizard and his life was really about to change for the worst now that dumbledore was gone and voldemort was back. you were still forehead-to-forehead, breathing florally against his mouth when he realised that soon he would have to confront his new reality.

for now, harry wanted to remain ignorant for a while longer.

#harry potter x you #harry potter x reader #harry james potter #harry potter fanfiction #hjp #<3 #harry potter fic #draco x you

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pasukiyo · 1 year

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𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 | tom riddle

tom riddle x f!slytherin reader 4,337 words notes: this is in collaboration with @darkmoviesquotespizza ! this is a continuation of this fic. warnings: dark tom, smut smut smut summary: it was clear that you were playing games. but tom would make certain that he’d get the last laugh.

Something inside Tom’s stomach began to make him feel different, almost sick. He pressed his lips together so tight, his jaw began to hurt as he watched her across the Slytherin dining table, Liam Mulciber and Clarence Avery at her side.

“You know, I heard that Warren Collins bloke has eyes for you,” Avery snickered, leaning into her side. She narrowed her eyes over at the boy, scooting away, closer to Mulciber. “Is that so?” She peered over Tom’s shoulder towards the Gryffindor table, her eyes setting upon the all-too familiar head of raven black wavy hair. Tom’s glare hardened at the food on his plate, trying to ignore the twisting of his stomach, the taste of bile on his tongue.

“Overheard him and Weasley out on the Quidditch pitch the other day,” Avery shrugged. “Not sure why blood traitors think they can associate with the likes of us.”

Tiernan Lestrange raised an eyebrow beside Tom, peering up at his friend with cheeks full of biscuit. “Collins is a blood traitor?” He asked, and Avery nodded. “Heard he used to date that Ravenclaw, Millicent Snyder back in fourth year. And of course, we all know about the Weasleys.”

Lestrange muttered a remark beneath his breath as he gaze flickered over to Tom, and when he stared back, her lips curved into a smile, her eyes suddenly gleaming with none other than mischief. “It’s a shame, really,” she shrugged. “He’s quite the sight on the eyes, if you ask me.”

Avery and Mulciber grimaced beside her, sending her looks from the corners of their eyes. “I guess there’s no accounting for taste,” Lestrange tittered from beside Tom, whose eyes narrowed, his glare like a knife cutting through the girl across from him. Her eyes crinkled when she grinned, and Tom shifted in his seat.

“Anyways, why were you at the Quidditch pitch, Avery?” She questioned. “Thought you loathed Quidditch.” Clarence Avery slowed his chewing and set his fork back down on his plate, slowly turning his head towards the girl beside him. “Why does it matter to you where I’ve been?” He asked through gritted teeth, and Tom gazed up at the boy, giving him a warning look.

“Watch it, Avery,” Tom warned, and the boy deflated a bit in his seat, bowing his head. She laughed from beside him, ramming her shoulder into Avery’s. “It’s alright, Tom,” she giggled. “Wee lamb is just trying to act like a big shot.”

Avery grimaced beside her and gnawed at his bacon, cheeks scarlet with hot embarrassment. Tom analyzed the girl sitting across from him as she continued to tease Avery, his eyes trailing down from her face to her neck, where he was certain he’d left marks the night before. There wasn’t a single trace of any of them however, in fact, there wasn’t a single trace of him anywhere on her.

Tom loathed the feeling of hating that, loathed feeling like he’s been the one used instead of the other way around. It wasn’t like Tom to let his guard down and give into desire as he did the night before, in fact, it wasn’t like him to lust after someone at all. He’d grown used to the looks other girls would give him around the castle, every gaze of desire, of want. If anything, Tom liked the idea of being able to control any of these girls if he pleased, and that was that.

But it was different with her. She’d been one of his first followers, but still, she seemed to be the only one who wasn’t wary around him. Lestrange, Mulciber, Avery, and the others? They jumped at even the sight of Tom Riddle’s shadow. But her? No, she’d be the one to turn around and greet him, the only one who dared call him by his name.

She seemed to be the only one not fully under his control.

And that made her all the more interesting. But it didn’t make it any less frustrating.

She must’ve felt his stare on her, for she glimpsed up at the Head Boy sitting across the Slytherin table from her. Tom stared back with his same dark gaze, face void of expression. But she knew he was at the very least peeved, evident by the way he clenched his jaw, held the fork in his hand with an unusually firm grip.

The corners of her lips curved into an amused smile and she glanced down to her plate, finishing the last of her breakfast. Tom watched as she pressed her palms down on the surface of the table, pushing herself up from her seat, dusting off her robes.

“Where are you going? Class isn’t for another thirty minutes, you know,” Mulciber asked, watching as she turned towards the exit of the Great Hall. She peered over her shoulder, “to the library to cram some extra studying. Some of us actually care about our studies, Liam.”

Liam Mulciber scowled at this, turning back to the table as she strode off. “Should’ve put that one in Ravenclaw,” he muttered, but Tom wasn’t listening. In fact, Tom wasn’t particularly thinking. He ignored all the questions from his group behind him as he pushed away from the table, making his way towards the doors of the Great Hall where she had just left through.

He pushed them open before him, just catching a glimpse of her robes as they whipped behind her when she turned the corner towards the Grand Staircase. Tom, when he realized there was nobody else in the hall that could see him now, picked up his pace, making haste to catch up to her. She was already halfway up the first flight of stairs before he finally caught up with her, grasping her elbow and tugging her back, admittedly a bit rougher than he initially intended.

Her eyebrows knit together as she stumbled back and she scowled up at Tom when she turned, hands falling at her sides. “What are you doing?” She asked, annoyance laced in her tone. Tom felt his stomach twist and turn again, bile on the top of his tongue as he suppressed the urge to scold her, for making him feel this way. It should be the other way around— he should be the one ignoring her, she should be the one feeling used.

“Why are you acting like this?” He asked, and she tilted her head, as if she had absolutely no idea what he could be talking about. “Acting like what?” She asked, blinking, feigning innocence. Tom pressed his lips together and felt his jaw clenched, noticed the way her gaze flickered down to his chin, the corner of her own lips twitching.

She was amused.

Tom had the sudden urge to push her down the stairs.

He suppressed this urge.

“Don’t act like a fool,” he spat, stepping closer and towering over her, looking like a shadow. Still, she did not budge, in fact, her glare hardened, making it clear she had no intent of backing down. “You know perfectly well what I am talking about.”

She no longer could resist the amused smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, and Tom absolutely hated the way her eyes glistened in humor, as if he were the fool between the two of them. Tom absolutely hated that his mind still wandered to the night before when his hands were on her hips, when her lips were on his, when her cries and screams of his name echoed throughout the empty Slytherin dormitory…

“No,” she shook her head, snapping Tom back into reality. “I don’t think I do, actually.”

Tom’s eyes narrowed and it was then that he realized that she was teasing him, testing him. Perhaps she wanted him to follow her to the “library,” perhaps she wanted him to feel some type of way at the mention of Warren Collins, hence the looks and the remarks she’d made earlier. Tom wasn’t sure what kind of game she was trying to play here, but damn her, she was certainly winning.

At least, for now.

She scoffed, her breath sounding more like a laugh as Tom’s jaw tightened, and he clasped his hands behind his back, stepping away. She knew he’d never admit what was on his mind— he had too much pride and a hell of an ego. But she knew all too well what was going on inside that dark and mysterious head of his, what moments kept playing and replaying whenever he looked at her.

She loved feeling at least a little bit in control of the one who thrived off of power.

“I’ll be off to the library, then,” she finally said smoothly, flashing a grin over her shoulder as she continued up the rest of the staircase, and Tom peered over his head as she ventured further up the stairs before finally disappearing altogether. A couple of Hufflepuff third years blushed and dropped their heads as they passed Tom on the way up the staircase, but still, he didn’t move.

This was proving to be more frustrating than he anticipated, that was for certain. He hated feeling like a fool, like he was the one being laughed at. If she had any sense at all, she’d know full well that Tom would not let this go easily. And maybe that was what she wanted all along.

Tom realized this now, and his gaze darkened as he stepped back down the staircase, all the way until he reached the bottom. He pushed the door leading into the Slytherin dungeons open, his fists clenched behind his back and his jaw so tight, it almost felt as if it’d be locked in place.

Tom could let her laugh all she wanted now. But he was going to make it certain that he’d be the one who got the last laugh.

She didn’t see him at dinner later that evening. In fact, there was absolutely no trace of him in the Great Hall. She tried not to show it as she settled herself between Rosier and Nott at the Slytherin table, but she was disappointed. Sad, even. She missed seeing the look on his face when she teased him, when she dismissed the events of the night before as if they never happened.

But of course the memory still remained.

Tom’s touch on her skin still lingered from the night before, his lips still swollen with his kisses, her heart still burned from where his had beat so close. She still felt him inside of her, where he ravaged her and fucked her as if she were his own.

She could already tell by the way he immediately cleaned himself up and left her without so much as saying goodbye that he’d act as if nothing ever happened the next day, as if the way she cries his name and clung to him like he was her only lifeline had no effect on him.

But they must’ve. Beating him to his own game must’ve had some sort of effect on him— she knew all too well his ego was, after all. It was sure to have at least bothered him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have reacted the way he did when she made a point of acknowledging the rumors that Warren Collins had eyes for her, and wouldn’t have chased after her when she left the Great Hall.

“Hey.” She turned to peer at Nott as he leaned in, pointing down at the brisket on her plate. “You gonna eat that?” He asked, and she scowled. “Go at it, you glutton.”

Nott glared back but still heaved the piece of brisket off of her plate and onto his, scooping more mashed potatoes into his mouth. She searched the Slytherin table again before turning back to the group, bowing her head and drooling her voice to a murmur, just loud enough that they could hear.

“Have any of you seen Tom?” She questioned, and Lestrange narrowed his eyes at her from across the table. “You shouldn’t call him by his name, you know,” he sneered, and she only rolled her eyes at him, looking to the others for help. Clarence Avery shook his head, “last I saw him was in Slughorn’s. Haven’t seen him since.”

Mulciber snorted, “wouldn’t be surprised if that old git made our Lord stay behind. Seems to fancy him, he does.” Dolohov shrugged from beside him, swallowing the piece of chicken wing he had been chewing on. “He is Head Boy, after all.”

She tapped her fingers against the top of the table, chin in her palm as she stared at the double doors to the Great Hall. Her heart thud against her chest, her thoughts echoing Tom’s name, mind racing with flashbacks from the night before. She just couldn’t take it anymore.

“You shouldn’t worry about him, you know,” Dolohov said, muffled through his mouthful of brisket. “Our Lord is more than capable of taking care of himself.”

She ignored him, however, and instead, she pushed herself off of the bench, making haste for the exit. She could feel her group’s eyes boring holes into the back of her head as she pushed open the double doors, and left the Great Hall. She turned the corner and strode down the hallway leading to the Grand Staircase, lifting her robes as she made her way down to the Slytherin dungeons, pushing the entrance door open in front of her.

The door closed behind her and she peered around the corridor as she ambled down, but still, there was no sign of Tom. Not until…

“Leaving supper so early?”

She gasped and the hair on the back of her neck stood erect as Tom stepped out from the shadows, a silhouette of darkness himself. He was illuminated solely by the dim candlelight beside him, his pale skin aglow with fiery light.

She straightened once she had gotten over the initial shock of his abrupt appearance, stepping closer towards him. “Didn’t see you there at all,” she replied, raising an eyebrow. “Slughorn hold you back?”

The corner of Tom’s lips twitched as she approached, gazing up at him with mischief shining like stars in her pupils. “Not this time,” he replied. “I had… more important matters to tend to.” She hummed at this, her sight fleeting down to his lips, and when she caught his gaze again, something had changed.

She knit her eyebrows together, “something more important than eating?” She asked with a giggle, and Tom said nothing. It was then that she felt his fingers slither like snakes around her wrist and he tugged her forward once they were locked. She gasped as he pulled her into the shadows he had just emerged from, pushing open a dark door she had walked past so many times and paid no mind to.

“Tom, where are we—“

“Silence.”

She pursed her lips as the door slammed shut behind her, and she jumped when he pushed her back into it. There was hardly any light in the room, save for one single torch on the wall beside them, which Tom must’ve lit just moments before, seeing as it was the only one aflame. On the far wall over his right shoulder, she could just make out a shape carved there, a puzzle, she guessed it to be. She’d never seen anything like it, and she glanced back at Tom, shaking her head.

“What is this—“

“I told you to stay silent.”

It was a tone she’d only heard her use on Lestrange and the others when they disobeyed. He’d never used it on her, his good, obedient little follower, the one who never feared calling him by name, who never feared to overstep the line the others never dared cross.

She didn’t shy away from him just the night before, she was the only one who noticed his change in behavior, how stressed he was. Something was weighing heavy on his mind— but she didn’t ask, she didn’t press. She instead gave him an outlet— herself— something he could use to make himself feel better.

But she wouldn’t let him forget that. She wouldn’t let him forget all the things she’d done for him.

She didn’t expect him to act like a boyfriend to her around their group, or anyone else in the castle for that matter. But it didn’t stop her from hoping they’d have more nights like the one before, it didn’t stop her from wanting him again and again.

At first when he dragged her in here, she hoped that they would have another night like the last together. But when she gazed deep into the murkiness of his eyes, when she felt herself entranced, being sucked into his void with no means of escape, she realized that tonight would be different.

Tonight was not meant for pleasure. Not hers, at least.

Tonight would be a warning.

“I don’t know what you expected to achieve, acting like such a child around me,” he muttered lowly, and she suddenly felt small, smaller than she had ever felt before. “Thinking I’d get jealous at the idea of you with someone else, as if it wouldn’t be me you’d be thinking of anyways.”

She flinched when he leaned closer, and she hadn’t noticed the tip of his forefinger as it brushed her robes to the side, his fingernail tracing the hem of her skirt. Not until he ripped the material and forced the tattered remains down her thighs, and she whimpered when he tore her shirt and the rest of her clothing off, leaving her exposed, nude, and vulnerable.

Just how Tom liked it.

“I know you better than you think,” he murmured, the pads of his middle and forefinger pressed down against the pulse point of her neck, tracing a line down to her collarbone. “I know things about you you should be ashamed of,” he whispered near her ear, his other hand holding a firm grip on her waist, squeezing harder when she writhed. “I know your lust. How you lust over me, what you’re thinking every single time you stare at me thinking I wouldn’t notice, when you press your legs together to get control over that stupid, filthy cunt of yours whenever I speak.”

She flushed at his words as his fingers trailed down to her breasts, tracing a circle around her nipples, and she shuddered when his skin ghosted over the sensitive buds. “You didn’t think I’d notice?” He asked, his face mere inches away from hers, their noses may as well have been touching. “You must not be as wise as you think yourself to be, then.”

With his thumb and pointer finger, he grabbed a hold of her nipple and pinched, squeezing so hard that she couldn’t help the parting of her lips, giving way to the scream bubbling up in her chest. With his hand that had since been gripping her hip, he covered her mouth, muffling her cries, her screams, even the meek little pleas for help.

“You’re easier to read than you think,” he muttered, giving her nipple one last firm squeeze before he released it, giving it a harsh slap with the back of his hand. Tears were streaming down her sticky and swollen cheeks, her bottom lip quivering and her eyelids glued shut. With the hand that had been clasped over her mouth, he cradled her face, the pad of his thumb soothing over her cheek, just beneath her cheek. “Open your eyes.”

Though hesitant at first, her eyelids slowly began to peel open, and through the haze of tears, she could make out Tom’s dark silhouette, a shadow of the one she looked up to the most, of the man she loved.

But it was clear to her now that this love she felt was unrequited.

It was clear now that he was her Lord, and she was nothing other than one of his pawns, a follower, a minion. She was nothing to him, absolutely nothing. She wasn’t special, not to him, anyways.

Her heart stuttered in her chest as she locked eyes with her Lord, his opposite hand soothing down her waist, to her hips, all the way to the outside of her thigh before slithering towards the inside. It was shameful the way her body immediately reacted by parting her legs for him, giving him access to her sex, the very thing he had called filthy just moments before.

She trembled as he sunk his middle and forefinger just barely into her entrance before tracing a stripe up her slit, and she whimpered at the sound of just how wet she was. For a moment, she couldn’t believe how pathetic she was, having just come to the realization that she was not loved but still couldn’t help but lust after the very man who made her feel like nothing.

“So wet,” he said simply, holding up his fingers to the torchlight for the both of them to see, to watch as they glistened in the marmalade glow of the flames. Through a hooded gaze, Tom turned to peer down at her, and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip as her shoulders dropped beneath his dark, melting gaze. “Filthy, but so eager.”

She watched as Tom brought the fingers to his lips, never once breaking their eye contact as he opened his mouth, letting the two fingers rest on his tongue. Her knees wobbled and her thighs pressed together as she watched, feeling her center as it throbbed and ached at the sight. He pulled his fingers away and closed his lips with a hum before presenting the fingers to her, pressing them against her lips.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, voice stern and sending surged straight down to her sex. Without reluctance this time, she patted her lips, letting him swirl his digits around her mouth, letting him force his fingers deeper until she was gagging around him, tears once again brimming her eyes. It wasn’t until she clasped her hands around his wrist that he forced his fingers away to instead press his mouth to hers, his lips surging into hers as his tongue swirled around her own.

He hummed into her mouth as she mewled, her fingers clutching at his elbows, fingernails raking the material of his robes. She was completely breathless, but Tom didn’t seem to care. Even when she etched her nails deep enough into his robes that he was sure to feel them in his skin, he didn’t pull away, not until he desired to.

When he did, she gasped for air, feeling air rush back into her lungs all at once. As she tried to catch her breath, Tom’s hands were back on her, not giving her much of a break before his fingers were back at her cunt, the pad of his thumb pressing down against her clit as his middle and forefinger forced their way through her entrance, bittersweet pain surging through her, making her toes curl.

“Tom!” She cried, throwing her head back against the door, her mouth agape with her sobs. With his free hand, he grabbed her chin and squished her cheeks, forcing her stare back on his. He looked angry, ravenous even.

But more notably, as nefarious as ever.

“You are not to call me by that stupid name anymore,” he hissed, and her body wracked with her sobs as his fingers curled inside of her, practically digging her orgasm out of her. “Thought you’d get away with it, did you?” He asked. “I’ve let you off easy long enough. You know what to call me, so say it.”

She hiccuped between her cries, her vision hazy, on the brink of climax and blacking out. All she could think was Tom, Tom, Tom… but knew better than to say it out loud.

“My… my Lord!” She squealed, hardly able to see his face through the blur of tears anymore. “It feels… it feels… my Lord!”

Tom’s thumb rubbed harder circles on her clit and she tightened around his fingers, even when he added a third. She was so, so close to her orgasm, she could feel it, he could feel it. Tom let go of her chin and let his hand fall to her shoulder, his forehead resting against hers as she panted, and he gazed into her murky, tear-filled irises.

“How does it feel?” He asked calmly, his voice so quiet she almost didn’t hear it. “Does it feel good?” He asked, and she nodded against his head, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Yes, yes,” she moaned. “My Lord, I’m… I’m so… I’m so close, I think I’m going to… I’m going to…”

Her back arched off of the door and her eyelids squeezed themselves shut tight, her lips opening with a silent scream, her orgasm right there and ready to tumble out of her…

…but before it could, Tom’s fingers were gone, nothing but the phantom of where his touch once ravaged her remained.

She panted and opened her eyes, blinking away the haziness of tears and just making out Tom’s silhouette as he extinguished the torch before sauntering back over to where she stood, hands clasped behind his back. He was close, so she could just make out his pale face, his dark, expressionless eyes.

“I trust that you know full well that you are to not speak of this to anyone?” He asked. “And I think now it is perfectly clear where you stand with me.”

He leaned closer to her as he reached behind her for the handle of the door, and she trembled beneath his gaze again.

“You don’t stand with me,” he murmured. “You kneel at my feet. You’d do well to remember that.”

And with that, he brushed past her, and she shuddered in the darkness of the mysterious room alone, her tattered school uniform on the ground at her feet.

a/n; so sorry progress was slow but i finally managed to finish another one lol i’m still coping with the news from last week but i’m feeling a little better. writing is a nice way to get my mind off of things :) and thank you to @darkmoviesquotespizza for inviting me to collaborate! i took over a week to finish my part but she was so patient with me the entire time, which i appreciate so much. don’t forget to check her part of the collab out!

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charmsandtealeaves · 10 months

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Evans Guide To Quidditch (and seducing James Potter)

Read it on AO3 | 8K One-Shot

Summary: It had all started out innocently enough, a small wager between housemates on the outcome of the Arrows Vs Catapults game over the weekend. Lily hadn't intended to let slip she knew more about quidditch than she was letting on. Or to set up a fantasy quidditch league with James, but well... what's the harm?

Tags: jily, hogwarts, 7th year , clueless idiots, mutual pining

Excerpt:

It was almost cruel taking money from Black at this point. Yet there was something about watching his mouth pop open in incredulous surprise every time that just tickled her. At this rate she’d be able to buy herself an entire term's worth of potions ingredients out of him. Now there was an idea! She’d had her eye on a new cauldron upgrade now that they were doing N.E.W.T level potions. She had every intention of offering Sirius odds on the upcoming Cannons match, especially when she overheard him grumbling at breakfast on Monday morning at the other end of the Gryffindor dining table. “I reckon she’s got someone feeding her information from somewhere. There’s no fucking way Lily Evans knows that much about quidditch. Three galleons. Three fucking galleons she’s won off me.” Sirius complained, stabbing angrily at his eggs, and then pointing his fork at James. “Ah yes because there’s no way her quidditch knowledge could be superior to your own aye Padfoot?” Potter chuckled. He didn’t seem the least bit miffed and she’d managed to lure him out of the similar amount of money. “Not three fucking galleons worth superior. Once it’s a fluke, twice I’ll consider, three times she’s cheating!” Sirius grumbled indignantly. “Or she’s just that good Pads.” Potter shrugged.

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jimblejamblewritings · 11 months

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the fake date plot | part 2.

Summary: Gryffindors, seventh years, classmates, unrequited love. Just a few things Y/N and James Potter had in common. When a brilliantly dumb plan is hatched the two end up getting something a little different than what they wanted.

Warnings for the Series: literally none that I can think of this is supposed to be just good fluffy fun

Pairing: James Potter x reader

Word Count: 4.7k

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James passed a note to you after you sat down for Transfiguration. It was the start of a drawing. You added a few details before passing it back to him. The two of you kept doing that the whole class. It wasn’t really to make people think anything but every little bit counted. You could feel his friends’ eyes on the two of you, burning holes into your back.

You supposed you would be confused too but it’s not like the story was unbelievable. You and James were class partners and talked every day until you became friends and then something more. But were you guys moving too fast as friends? You didn’t have time to think about that because class was ending and James stood up before turning back to look at you.

“Do you actually share a dorm with Lily, Marlene, Mary, and Dorcas?”

“Yeah,” you said as you packed up your textbooks. “Why?”

You and James were now walking through the hallways together. He shook his head.

“No reason. They just mentioned it when I said I invited you to the party.”

“Sorry again that I couldn’t go.”

“Don’t mention it, not a problem. But you can make it up to me.”

“Oh no, how?”

“Ravenclaw’s having a party, come with the rest of us.”

“Ravenclaw?”

James raised an eyebrow as he answered you with a yes. He had sent you an owl yesterday evening to tell you the plan. You knew there was a party and you were going to say yes. Why were you suddenly acting like the entire plan didn’t exist?

“I don’t really know, Xeno is gon—”

“Y/N, stop.” James realized the problem. “We’re going to the party, you’re gonna show him how hot you are, and you’re going to be the baddest bitch at the party and make Xenophilius Lovegood want to show you how he loves good. Now say it with me.”

“That was a horrible pun.”

“Y/N, say it.”

James swung his school bag over his shoulder and went to grab your shoulders. He shook you a little before moving his hands to cup your face, squishing your cheeks a little. He chuckled softly at you looking like a chipmunk. You looked him up and down as best as you could. Seeing him away from a school desk, James was taller than you thought. He always seemed like a short king when you were just class partners. He gave you a pointed look. You took a deep breath.

“I’m going to be the baddest bitch at the party,” you whispered.

“More confidence.”

“I’m gonna be the baddest bitch at the party!”

“And?”

“I’m going to make Xenophilius Lovegood… realize I’m a bad bitch?”

“Good enough.”

You went your separate ways at the top of the staircase, you going to History and him going with his friends to Charms. James ignored the others, not even bothering to fill Wormtail in when he entered the classroom. He was thrown off script and didn’t know what to tell them that would help the plan. They just saw him try to help you figure out how to get with Xeno.

The other three weren’t focused on that. They were focused on James daring to call another girl hot in the public of the corridors. He was so head over heels for Lily that he would normally never dare someone misconstruing his words about another woman. You two must have been closer than they thought if he was willing to risk being overheard.

Of course they didn’t say anything when you waved to James at lunch before sitting with Alice and her roommates at the Hufflepuff table — sitting with James wasn’t supposed to start happening for another nine days.

They did, however, say something when James started leaving his dorm early. Remus set down his book when he saw James putting on his shoes.

“Mate, where are you going? The party isn’t for another two hours or so and you’re not dressed.”

“Y/N wanted help getting dressed.”

James ignored their laughing and went up to the girls’ dorm to find you. He knocked on your door only to be greeted by Marlene.

“Why the fuck are you here?”

“Hello, Marls. This is a new way of saying hi to me.”

“Well, we’re in the middle of getting ready so we don’t have time right now, James.”

“Is Y/N in there?”

“She’s in the shower.”

“Great. Are you all dressed? Can I come in?”

Marlene swung the door open in confusion. James made himself comfortable on the only empty bed, assuming it was yours. He noticed the room looked like the Marauders’ dorm. You must have suggested it to them. He stared at the ceiling while the other girls watched his every movement. They all piled onto Lily’s bed to just stare at him. He turned his head towards the bathroom door when your humming turned into full blown sing-screaming.

He looked at your nightstand, spotting a sewing machine and a book of patterns. James flipped through the book until you finally came out. You jumped when you opened the bathroom door. Still in your towel, you forgot you had asked James to help you get dressed. He sat up and immediately slapped his hand over his eyes.

“Give me your best outfit,” he said.

You went to your wardrobe and took out the outfit you had prepared. James took his hand away when you tapped him on the shoulder. You frowned when he didn’t clap. The boy in front of you shrugged.

“Is there a second outfit?”

You found something else only to barely step out of the bathroom before James shook his head. You kept finding outfits only for each to be rejected. Annoyed, you came back out in just a towel.

“None of your outfits say that you’re hot,” James reasoned.

“To you. What if Xeno likes it?”

“Well, actually, I liked the last five outfits. Look, I asked Wormtail to ask the Dueling Club guys he’s friends with to find out what catches Lovegood’s eye at a party.”

“You did?”

“You’re welcome. And while you dress absolutely adorable for you, you just look cute.”

“I don’t have anything else.”

James opened the bag he came in with, dumping it out on your bed. “Which is why I am your designer for the evening. So, go ahead. Pick something.”

You stared at all the clothes on the bed. James had a lot of random t-shirts and jeans. Very tight looking leather pants stood out the most. You were a bit curious what he could possibly do with those. You ended up putting on the pants, a Zonko’s t-shirt, and a hoodie. James clapped his hands before moving to your desk. He grabbed some white chalk and kneeled down in front of you.

“Question.”

“Answer.”

“Do you want it slutty on top or slutty on the bottom?”

“Um, I don’t really own any bras that make your cleavage nice.”

James nodded as he marked the clothes. “Hot pants it is. I am so happy you have a sewing machine by the way.”

He finished marking the spots on the fabric to cut before closing his eyes so you could take the clothes off and put a towel back around you. James moved to the sewing machine at your desk. You sat on your bed and watched him start cutting fabric.

“Wait. You know how to sew but you can’t mend a hole in a jumper?”

“Knits scare me.”

“When did you even learn to sew?”

“I’m an only child of elderly rich parents. I basically did everything with them when I was little… Here, is the hemming enough on the shorts or do you need the waist altered?”

You laughed as you zipped them up. “You can see cheek!”

“That’s kind of the point,” he said, turning around to check the fit. He looked up at your roommates. “Ladies, do you want outfits? Lily?”

They stuttered through “no, thank you” as they just watched him, making note to definitely ask for an outfit later. You had to admit that James was a good wingman. He finished the outfit after what felt like forever to you but wasn’t very long at all.

Hesitantly, you put on the backless halter top made from the Zonko’s t-shirt and the leg warmers made from the hoodie sleeves. Your roommates made you blush with all the compliments they were throwing out as they found their own outfits.

“You are full of surprises, James Potter,” you said as you searched your trunk for the platform shoes he suggested you wear. “What else can you do?”

“Badminton, fencing, candy making, bowtruckle relocating, charm creating, bartending. Oh, I make an absolutely smashing saffron risotto. The trick is using gillywater instead of elf wine.”

“Interesting.”

James nodded as he took his own clothes into the bathroom to change. His outfit was much more understated, just jeans and a tank top. Over it was a thick corduroy button down that he left open with the sleeves rolled up because you told him you caught Lily staring at him at lunch when he had his uniform sleeves scrunched up past his elbow.

He walked to Ravenclaw with you and your roommates, figuring the rest of the marauders were already there. Before you could walk off to go find Alice somewhere in the sea of bodies, James grabbed your elbow. He leaned down right by your ear just in case someone overheard.

“Don’t forget, save me a dance towards the end of the night.”

“Got it.”

You patted him on the shoulder and went to go find your friend. Alice’s eyes widened when she saw you coming towards her. Heat rose to your face when she wolf-whistled. Your friend placed a bottle of gigglebeer in your hand. You took a swig, face scrunching up at the initial taste before a little laugh escaped you.

“Do you want to dance? I want to dance!”

You started jumping up and down to the music before receiving an actual answer. Another bottle was placed in your hands the moment you finished the first one. Your feet couldn’t handle the jumping in platform shoes anymore so you settled for swaying. You lost sight of Alice after twirling too much. Shrugging your shoulders, you tried to find your roommates or James.

You incessantly tapped on the back of some brunette that was taller than you. The man stopped talking to turn around. Your eyes went wide at seeing Xenophilius’ friend — Xeno was the person he had been speaking to.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else… Have you seen my roommates?” you yelled over the loud music.

Xeno eyed you up and down. You remembered what James said on the way to the party and turned around. While you pretended to look for your roommates, you gave your crush a view of your open back top and your leather shorts that had surely ridden up by now and exposed more cheek. A hand on your shoulder made you turn back around.

“I like your outfit,” Xeno said. Up close, you could see his face was flushed from the alcohol.

“Thank you! James made it for me.”

“Potter?”

“I don’t know any other Jameses.”

“Where is he now?”

You shrugged before pointing to his nearly empty drink. “Are you gonna finish that?”

“No, I’m not really a fan of Phoenix Sours. I’m gonna get a firewhiskey from the table.”

He handed you the drink. You were ready to dance again, happy that the music had picked back up. You grabbed Xeno by the bicep and tried to drag him to the middle of the room.

“Come dance with me!”

“Let me get a drink first.”

“Okay! I’m gonna dance!”

You watched him go to the drinks table but went to the middle of Ravenclaw’s common room. A large smile reached your face when you found the person you were originally looking for.

“Jamie! Oops, sorry, too loud. Jamie,” you said in an exaggerated whisper. “Hi, Lily.”

“Hello, tipsy,” she said. “James, I’ll let you know when the poker circle is finished or whatever we end up doing.”

“Sounds good,” he said before turning his attention on you. “Glad you remembered that dance.”

You both held each other’s free hand and just wiggled around for a little bit. You were on cloud nine from the gigglebeer. James spun you around so his chest was flush against your back. His hand rested on your waist as the two of you swayed and grinded to the rhythm. Checking to see where Xeno was, James angled the two of you to be in the man’s eyeline.

Your eyes were closing until your dance partner suddenly stopped. With a pout, you turned around to find out why. His friends and your roommates were standing there, inviting the two of you to the small circle in the corner of the common room playing a mixture of truth or dare, who’s most likely to, and go fish. Xenophilius’ group was there as well.

“Okay!”

You stumbled before actually making it to the circle. James steadied you. He turned you around to see your eyes half shut.

“Y/N, how much have you had to drink?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled with a shrug. “Like five?”

“Like five?”

“Yeah,” you said with a nod. “I love alcohol!”

James laughed. “Is this your first time drinking?”

“How’d you know?”

You shuddered before dropping your head on James’ chest. He began to take off his corduroy button down. You sighed in relief at the warm fabric covering your shoulders, letting your friend move your arms into the sleeves of the shirt.

“Alright, let’s get you someplace to lay down… Hey, guys, I think Y/N is done partying. I’m gonna take her back to Gryffindor.”

The others pouted because James could be the life of the party but said their goodbyes. You wiggled out of his hold to say goodnight to everyone. Your roommates laughed as you gave everyone in the circle a sloppy kiss on the cheek, including Xeno and his friends.

“Goodnight, everyone. I love you.”

“We love you too, Y/N.”

You stumbled once more. James stopped you. The party circle watched him kneel down to undo the straps on your platforms. James put the shoes in your hands, making you promise to hold on to them tightly. You nodded with the utmost seriousness. He turned around, still kneeling.

“Okay, get on.”

Clumsily, you did as he said. “Ooh, Jamie, you’re tall.”

“Yes, bug.”

“Jamie?”

“Yes, bug?”

“You’re very strong.”

He laughed as you left Ravenclaw. “I’d hope so, I am captain of the quidditch team. Plus, I’m the one who carries Moony’s sorry ass back through the castle.”

“Why do you have to carry Remus?”

“Um, he’s a lightweight like you.”

“I’m not a lightweight.”

“Do you know how much alcohol is in gigglebeer?”

“A lot.”

“Not nearly as much as you think. Like I said, lightweight.”

James was certain you fell asleep by the time he reached Gryffindor tower. Your head was slumped on his shoulder and you weren’t babbling anymore. He didn’t think letting you be alone in your room was a smart idea so he took the stairs on the right to go up to his dorm. You woke up when he set you down on the bathroom counter.

“Accio Y/N’s bathroom stuff.”

James started sorting through your stuff and you just looked at him. He organized everything in a row so he could get started helping you. James uncapped the tube of toothpaste to spread it on your toothbrush. You sighed as he ran the toothbrush under the running water of the faucet.

“Jamie, you’re really pretty.”

“Thank you.”

“Not as pretty as Xeno.”

“Well, I don’t think anyone’s beating Xeno in your eyes. Open.”

You let him brush your teeth, looking him in the eye the entire time. James was careful as he washed your face. He made sure the foam cleanser didn’t get in your eye and that water from the towel didn’t drip all over you. He held you by the shoulders.

“Can you manage a shower by yourself?”

You took a breath. “No.”

“At least you’re honest,” he muttered. “Do you want my help or do you just want to change? Y/N, understand me. It means you will be naked in front of me.”

You nodded. “Help please.”

“Okay.” He looked at the shower. “You aren’t getting in that without an accident.”

James added the plug to the sink and let the water run until the basin was filled up. He told you, as he soaked a washcloth, that he was gonna help you wash the bottom half first and then the top half. James looked you in the eye, not moving his gaze from anywhere that wasn’t your face. He helped you into a pair of his briefs and his sweatpants before setting you back on the counter.

“What’s so funny?” he asked while passing the washcloth up and down your back.

“Most people stare at my boobs, Mary says they’re really nice.”

“I’m sure they are.” He helped put his quidditch sweatshirt on you. “What did you say?”

“I’m sorry I made you leave the party early,” you said once you popped your head out of the sweatshirt.

“None of that. I didn’t realize you never drank before. I would’ve taken you out to Hog’s Head first to know your limit.”

“But you were going to do something with Lily.”

“It was just a card game with everyone else, nothing even remotely romantic. We’re in the same friend group.”

“Oh, right.”

“You need sleep.”

James made sure you were actually in bed first before he went to take a shower and change. You snuggled into a pillow and listened to his singing. It was actually sweet sounding, very different from what you expected him to sound like.

He was shocked, as he exited the bathroom putting on his glasses, to see you were still up. He held up your wand, telling you he was putting it on his desk at the head of his bed so you could find it in the morning. Your hand shot out from underneath the comforter to grab his wrist.

“Don’t sleep on the floor. The carpet isn’t very soft.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded. James set up a pillow barrier between the two of you and bid you goodnight. He set his glasses on the nightstand right next to him that blocked his face from the rest of the room. The two of you let the darkness lull you to sleep.

The other marauders came in a little after midnight. They were going to ask James if he successfully got you to your room but the lights were off and their friend was already asleep. They’d annoy him in the morning.

Peter was the first one up when the sunlight came streaming through the windows. Remus and Sirius were up when he came back into the room carrying a large tray of breakfast foods he convinced the house elves to give him. Remus looked over at where James was still knocked out.

“Should we put something on the nightstand?”

At the agreement of the other two boys, he set a plate down along with a cup of water and a cup of fizzy orange juice. The three marauders all sat on Sirius’ bed, talking and eating. Peter and Remus looked over when Sirius squeaked. You had risen up from your sleep, stretching with an audible pop from one of your elbows. Rubbing your eyes, you just sat up for a moment.

“I hate alcohol.”

With your eyes half-shut you went to go use the bathroom and brush your teeth. James woke up at the sound of the toilet flushing. He sat up, excited to see food on the nightstand. The marauders all locked eyes as you came out of the bathroom.

“Good morning,” you said with a wave.

“This is so weird,” Peter muttered.

“Okay, I’ll say it.” Sirius set down his strip of bacon. “What the fuck is going on between the two of you? First you tell her to show Xeno how hot she is, next thing she’s sleeping in your bed wearing your quidditch stuff.”

You and James looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Improv still wasn’t your strongest suit, even with a fake dating idea. You kind of planned on letting James fabricate the entire story from the start of your relationship to the eventual fake breakup. You flopped over to the bed, laying behind James and burying your face in the pillow.

James was fiddling with his fingers while trying to come up with any answer that wouldn’t derail your entire fake dating plot. There were still two weeks before you two were supposed to become more than friends and another weeks before he publicly asked you to be his girlfriend — there were going to be white roses and a performance featuring the singing toad choir.

“We were going to ask him for a threesome.”

Everyone’s eyes went wide. You pulled James down and threw the comforter over both of your heads. The other three men, still in shock, watched your hand stick out of the bed and pat the nightstand to find his wand. Shortly after, the curtains were pulled around the bed and the silencing charm was cast.

“Did you really just say that?” you asked him.

“I panicked.”

“So we’re dating now?”

“I guess.”

“Our original story doesn’t work anymore. You haven’t seen me doing karaoke at Three Broomsticks with Alice and Dorcas before I dragged you on stage and we sang a duet that had so much tension everyone wouldn’t be surprised if we started dating.”

“Right, right. Never mind then. I’ll figure something out.”

“Like how you said we wanted to invite Xenophilius for a threesome?”

“Do you trust me?”

“I did until just now… Fine. Let’s do this.”

You and James put the curtain back at the ends of the four-post bed. He scratched the back of his head while you decided to grab the plate and eat breakfast.

“We were going to ask Xeno if he wanted to participate in relations with us but Y/N got too drunk so I just let her crash here.”

Peter pursed his lips for a moment before speaking.

“A threesome? But you’re a virgin, isn’t that a bit much for a first time? You haven’t even kissed someone.”

“Well how do you think I was planning on losing it, Wormy?”

Sirius scoffed. “Asking one of us would have been easier.”

“I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

“Wait, Y/N are you a virgin?” Peter asked.

You gave James the rest of the bacon in your hand. “Uh, yes.”

“So, both of you as complete virgins were going to ask the most notorious manwhore to pop your cherries together?”

“Having a lot of sex doesn’t make you a manwhore.”

“Frank Longbottom has a lot of sex, Xeno is a manwhore.”

Remus, Sirius, and Peter blinked when suddenly the curtains were pulled around the bed again. They could hear James grunt when you pulled him down before it sounded quiet. You probably casted the silencing charm. For good measure, you pulled the comforter over the two of you again.

“This isn’t working,” you said.

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

“Lie better.”

“You could try to lie too, you know.”

“I’m not good at improv.”

“And you think I am? We’ve been sticking to the script until now.”

You and James blinked at each other. He wasn’t wrong. James was a little playwright. Every purposeful interaction was written down on scrap paper and scrolls like a script, tucked in the back of his nightstand. This whole thing was his plan in the first place but the two of you needed to work together for it to be successful. You left the comforter once again to meet three sets of eyes that were waiting for an explanation.

You got out of the bed, bouncing on the balls of your feet and wringing out your hands. The three marauders had different expressions on their faces. You puffed up your cheeks before taking a breath. Remus, Peter, and Sirius leaned their backs against the wall to let you know they were ready to listen. James’ mouth dropped open when you ran.

“She stole my slippers,” he said while the others were howling in laughter.

Your roommates jumped when the door suddenly opened.

“Hi,” you said as you grabbed a bunch of stuff before leaving again. “Bye.”

You came back to the marauders’ dorm with your hands full. They watched you set up an easel and a large notepad.

“Why do you even have this?” Remus asked as you flipped to a blank page.

“For pattern making but sometimes I let Charlotte borrow it. She makes portraits of all of us for practice.”

You directed the three boys to sit on James’ bed while you pulled James up. The others were wondering what you were possibly doing because James blocked most of the board. Eventually, the two of you moved to the side.

“James plus Y/N equals question marks?” Sirius asked. “So you’re dating?”

“So you really tried to ask Xeno for a threesome?” Remus asked.

You said yes while James said no.

“Yes and no,” you tried to recover, seeing an out that would allow you to stick to the script. “Yes we asked Xeno for a threesome, no we aren’t dating.”

“Sooo…”

“It was a spur of the moment decision. Everyone makes it such a big deal and we just wanted to get it over with so we thought to just do it with each other.”

“But neither of us know what we’re doing exactly.” James started to catch on. “So we were just going to ask Xeno since he definitely wouldn’t care.”

Instead of writing your detailed dating plan on the next blank sheet, you made up a bunch of shit.

“James wanted to explore his sexuality and I wanted to try a few kinks of sorts… These. So, yeah.”

“Again,” Sirius said. “You could have just asked.”

Remus stood up, placing hands on both of your shoulders. “Just because everyone teases you about being virgins, doesn’t mean you have to have sex. We’ll stop if it makes you feel better but I really don’t think a threesome is the right idea.”

“Yeah, maybe you’re right,” James muttered. “So, who’s feeling Hogsmeade?”

“Me!” you said before grabbing your wand and leaving to go get changed.

“You, especially. You need greasy food in your system or that hangover will be worse.”

As you all walked to Hogsmeade, the rest of the marauders fell a bit behind you and James. You were listening to a quidditch story of his. At some point over the summer, the two of you decided being real friends was important to sell the story. You both couldn’t just laugh at the expected moments before people realized it was a script. It was important to actually hang out.

“So do you think they’ve already slept with each other? We all know the threesome thing is a lie, right?” Remus asked as they watched James tie your shoe for you since you were in a short skirt.

Peter nodded. “Totally a lie. But we would’ve known if they were a thing by now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Prongs writes everything in his diary. The last time he did that was on the train when Lily gave him a thank you card for hosting the summer party. He would most definitely write a five page soliloquy if he finally had sex. Besides, Ja—”

“Lily!” James yelled before leaving you to try and catch up with the redhead. You started walking back to them.

Sirius frowned. “If you were embarrassed about passing out in his bed, you could have just told us not to mention it.”

“I guess we didn’t think of that.”

“Clearly.” Sirius threw his arm around your shoulder. “Come one, let’s go get you some cheesy pasta before you throw up on yourself.”

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As She Walks By pt. 2

summary: Theodore and you are just best friends (or not), but when he finally hooks up with the Hufflepuff girl who’s had a crush on him for years, things may start to change

- based off of the song Heather by Conan Gray (a little bit), set in three perspectives: yours, Theos, and the Hufflepuff girl (an OC I called Althenea Circ). I made you a Gryffindor but if you want to change your house just imagine whatever house I want. You’re also kind of a home-wrecker (respect people’s relationships please lol) in this so..

- warnings: insecurity, angst, not really cheating but idk, typos probably, cussing, toxic relationships, time skips (?) - (these warnings apply to the upcoming parts as well, so you might not see some of them in some of the parts, if that makes sense) I think that’s all but tell me if you find anything else pls!

-your POV-

My mouth dried up, and suddenly I felt like I was trapped in a little box.

“Y/n?” Cho asked. She had just told you about the interaction she had overheard. Althenea Circ had asked Theo to Hogsmeade and he said yes. What was wrong with me? Why do I care? Why should I care? I snogged Dean Thomas yesterday, god why am I such a hypocrite.

“Y/n? Are you ok?” Cho asked again, interrupting my thoughts.

“Er, uh, yeah, sorry Cho.”

“It’s ok. I just thought I should tell you because, you know, Theo’s your friend.” She said, emphasizing the word ‘friend’ in a weird way. Somehow insinuating we weren’t just friends.

“Yeah, thank you. I’m going to go finish my potions essay now, but, er, I’ll see you later.” I said, quickly getting up from the library table.

“Oh, um, ok? Why not just stay in the library.” She said, giggling at my silly antics.

“Oh, I just have to grab some supplies is all.” I said, stacking my papers crudely just so I could get out quickly.

We said our goodbyes and I was quickly walking down the corridor, hoping to find an empty bathroom. I turned the corridor quickly and entered the girls lavatory and quickly locked myself in the stall.

What was wrong with me? Why did I care? Shouldn’t I be happy for Theo, and Althenea who’s practically been in love with him since forever. Why was I suddenly so possessive. None of his other flings have made me feel this way. I was being unfair. I snog whoever I want, he can do the same, right?

-Althenea’s POV-

I was getting ready in my dorm, my best friend Wesley was helping me get ready for my date with Theodore Nott. THE Theodore Nott. I seriously could not believe it.

“And his arms were around my waist, and god- he is such a good kisser.” I gushed to my friend, who was curling my hair.

“I know. I seriously could not believe it when he came up to you. I mean I’d always thought him and y/n were going to end up together.”

A sour taste entered my mouth and I fell silent - y/n. Oh Merlin how I hated her.

“Yeah,” I said with a fake laugh. “She’s nice.” I said, because she really was. One time in fourth year she helped me with my Charms Essay. But oh god how I hated her.

“Her and Theo are always together. Honestly you’d think they were soulmates!” Said Wesley.

“Ok, I get it. You think they belong together. Whatever.” I said, frustrated with my friend.

“Oh Merlin- I’m sorry A, I didn’t even realize what I was saying.” She said, suddenly realizing what she was really saying and who she was really saying it to.

“Don’t worry, I get it. I mean she is perfect” I said quietly, looking down.

“Oh come on Althenea. You know I didn’t mean it like that. Plus, you’re the one going out with him.” She said, squeezing my shoulder lightly.

“Exactly!” I said, happily.

-Theo’s POV-

I was sitting in my comfy bed, reading my good book, in my comfy sweater when Blaise interrupted me.

“Oi mate you’re still here? I thought you were supposed to go out with that, uh, Athena girl?” He said, forgetting her name.

“Holy shit!” I yelled, practically jumping out from under the covers.

“I totally forgot about that.” I said, rushing to the mirror to check how I looked.

I was wearing my quidditch sweater and some black sweatpants - that should be good for the date right? Well whatever, it’s not like I cared anyway.

“Thanks for reminding me, I guess.” I said, adding the last part as I ran out the door.

I rushed to the Hufflepuff common room, that’s what house she was in right? As I was running I bumped harshly into someone, causing them to fall backwards. I looked down and saw her, Althenea. Looking rather… mediocre.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” I said, helping her up.

“Oh don’t worry about it really. It’s sort of funny!” She said.

“Er, yeah, I guess so.” I said, scratching the back of my neck.

“Well, are you ready? I was thinking the Three Broomsticks, of course, but if you don’t like that than we could of course-“

I cut off her rambling, her stupid rambling, by saying “Three Broomsticks is fine.”

-At the pub-

“…and then I said that we should have trolls in the bathroom!” Althenea said, telling me a story I was trying so hard to be focused on.

I let out a dry chuckle before saying, “Do you want anything else?” Nodding my head down to her empty plate of food.

“Oh, no thank you! It was really nice of you to pay, you know.” She said, beaming.

“Er, yeah, it was no problem.”

We were silent for a minute or two before I said, “well, it’s getting sort of late and I have to finish up some homework.”

“Oh, yeah of course! Me too. I cant keep putting off those essays!” She said, giggling. She didn’t even think it was weird that I had said it ‘was late’ at 3 in the afternoon.

We finished up at the table and started to walk back, Althenea walking a little too close to me.

“So… what homework do you have to work on?” She asked, trying to fill the void of silence.

“Er, potions and transfigurations.” I said, saying the first two subjects I could think of.

“Me too! Maybe we could work on them together?” She asked, overly exited.

“Oh, well, um, I usually do my homework alone, sorry.” I responded, looking down at her.

“Oh, yeah, how stupid of me!” She said, lightly slapping her forehead.

Before I knew it we were back at the castle and we parted ways, not before she kissed me on the cheek. She skipped away after her lips left my side, and I just stood there dumbstruck. You know, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I could finally get my mind off of you, someone I could never have, and Althenea wasn’t all that bad really.

-your POV-

“I’m done with him. Really.” I told Hermione, adding the last part after she gave me a strange look.

“We’re just friends. This jealousy is just forming out of something possessive, nothing else. It’s not fair of me to do that to him. Plus, she seems like a nice girl.” I continued, ranting to Hermione.

“I’m glad. The quicker you get over this the easier your life will get.” She responded.

“Exactly! I don’t want anything weird going on in our friendship and this new relationship will not be the end of Theo and I’s lifelong friendship.” I said.

-At Dinner-

“I still can’t believe it. Theodore Nott with that Hufflepuff, it just doesn’t fit.” Said Ron, loading his already overflowing plate with more food.

Theodore Nott and Althenea Circ’s date had been the talk of the night, already having been spread around all of Hogwarts.

“Did he say anything to you y/n?” Harry asked, pouring me more pumpkin juice after he noticed that I had finished my cup.

“Thank you, and, er, no. We didn’t really talk about it. You know, now that I think of it, we haven’t talked since the party.” I said, remembering my last conversation with Teddy.

“Interesting.” Said Ron, taking a bite out of his Shepard’s pie.

“It really isn’t. Nothings going on, we’ve just been busy.” I responded, aggravated by his comment.

“I’m sure you’re right, y/n. There’s nothing wrong.” Hermione said, reassuring me.

“Thanks ‘minoe.” I said, sending her a smile.

“Why don’t you go talk to him bow. Go over there and tell them all about what we heard Snape talking about.” Said Harry, trying to help me out.

“Good idea! I’ll go do it now, just to make sure there’s no tension or anything.” I said, getting up from the Gryffindor table to go tell the Slytherins about Snape saying he had always thought Sirius Black was cute.

As I began walking over to the Slytherin table, I noticed a pair of eyes on me. I turned and saw Althenea glaring at me from her table. Suddenly, she got up, and walked very quickly over to the Slytherin’s table, and sat down right next to Theo.

I stood their shocked, surely she didn’t think of me as competition right? The Slytherin friend group looked uncomfortable, but no one looked more uncomfortable than Theo. He looked around, wondering what made Circ think she could come sit with them. I saw his eyes go to the Gryffindor table, to look for me. When he didn’t find them, he looked away, but he quickly locked eyes with mine after another quick scan of the room. He sent me a smile, and a small ‘help’.

I smiled back, and began walking towards their table after my delay. I wasn’t going to let some insecure bitch ruin my friendships.

“Y/n! Thank god.” Said Mattheo, eyes darting to the Hufflepuff quickly.

“Hey guys. You won’t believe what I heard.” I said.

Theo subtly pushed Althenea away, making room for me next to him. But I wasn’t going to be that girl. So, instead I sat next to Draco. Theo looked at me confused, and I whispered just loud enough for him to hear “the Hufflepuff.” He nodded his understanding but looked sad anyway.

“Ok well tell us!” Said Pansy, reaching over the table to play with my rings.

“Well, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were walking down the corridor when we heard Snape talking to Mcgonagall. So, obviously we eavesdropped on their conversation and Snape said ‘you know, Sirius Black was always cute. I think that’s why I hated him.’”

The group burst out laughing, all except for Althenea.

“Sirius Black? Like the murderer?” She asked, confused as to why we were all amused.

The group all knew Sirius was innocent, but I couldn’t spill information like that to Althenea, not without Harry’s permission.

“Er, yeah. But they went to school together before he was a murderer.” I explained, causing her to lightly smile to try to fit into the group.

“Ok well, I’ll be going now.” I said getting up, sending Pansy a face that she laughed at before I got up.

“Wait,” Theo said, grabbing my forearm. “Meet me in the astronomy tower later?” He asked, eyes filled with want.

“9:00, don’t be late, Nott.” I said, which he smiled at, before I walked away.

-Theo’s POV-

I stood on the tower at 8:57 PM. I leaned down on the railing, staring out onto the beautiful night sky. The wind ruffled my hair, and I noticed a strong scent of firewood. Suddenly I heard your footsteps, and your sweet perfume filled my nose.

“Hello stranger.” You said, walking up behind me.

I turned around and took a good look at your face. The moon light made you look even more ethereal than I had ever seen you, and I had no idea that was even possible.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You said, turning away from me as you leaned your arms against the railing and looked out at the view.

“Like what?” I asked.

“You know how, Teddy.”

The nickname made my heart swell up, and I didn’t have it in me to fake hating it. I was locked in your trance before you spoke again.

“Plus, I don’t think your girlfriend would be too happy about it.”

“She’s not my girlfriend!” I said, it came out angrier than I expected.

You let out a small laugh before saying, “I like her. She’s good to you.”

She’s not as good as you, is what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t.

“Yeah, I guess she is.” Is what I ended up saying instead.

We were both now leaning on the railing, looking out at Hogwarts’ vast territory, our shoulders leaning against each other.

“She’s really pretty too, and she’s sweet.” You said, your sweet voice ringing in my ears.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” I said, chuckling.

“What?” You said, turning to be swiftly, your eyes wide.

“Oh, uh, I only meant that you seem jealous that I’m with her. Because you talk so nicely of her. Like you want her to yourself.” I said, struggling to find an explanation.

“Oh,” you said, you’re demeanor becoming calm again. “You got me there Nott. I’m head over heels for your girl.” You said, giggling, which only made me laugh.

We stood there, laughing like some idiots as we stared out at the beautiful world.

The laughing stopped and you spoke again, “look what I brought.” You said, pulling something out of your pocket.

“Cauldron Cakes! You’re the best, you know that?” I said, grabbing the one you handed me.

We sat down with our backs leaning against the wall, eating our cauldron cakes and talking about everything and nothing. That’s the thing about you, no matter if we were talking about the recent quidditch match or ancient runes for fucks sake, it was never boring, not with you.

The wind was blowing, and I felt you shiver from under my arm.

“Here, have my sweater.” I said, lifting my arm up off your shoulder to take my quidditch sweater off.

“Oh thank you, Theo.” You said, grabbing my sweater and putting it on.

You looked so cute engulfed in my large sweater, with my last name sprawled on the back of it.

“I’ll give it back to you someday.” You said, and I hoped you never gave it back so that everyone would know you were mine. Except your not.

-Altheneas POV (a week later)-

Theo and I have been… dating(?) for a week now. I didn’t know what to call it. He hadn’t asked me out yet, but we’ve been going out on dates, and I’ve spent two nights under him already. He was starting to let me hold his hand more, but he kept saying public affection wasn’t really his thing. Except that, it always had been. Theodore Nott was known for being a softie when it came to his girlfriends, especially when it came to his girl-friend y/n. But people change, right?

Wesley has been reassuring me, but my other friend Quincy keeps telling me to get away from him. I don’t care though, Theo is mine now. For the most part.

“Hey, can you pass me your notes?” Whispered Quincy, taking me out of my thoughts.

“Oh, yeah, sure.” I said, sliding them over, trying to focus on the lesson.

“You’re the best.” She whispered back, sending me a smile.

…

Class ended after what felt like hours and it was finally time for lunch. Quincy and I met up with Wesley before we began walking to the Dining Hall.

“Yeah, and I heard that Avanore and Seamus hooked up.” Said Wesley.

“Avanore Dorian? Isn’t she dating Hermes?” I asked, shocked at the news.

“You bet she is. And if it’s true Seamus is in for one hell of a beating.” She responded.

Suddenly, Quincy stopped, holding both of their arms out to stop Wes and I.

“What?” I said, exasperated.

“Um..” She said.

Wesley and I looked around, trying to find the reason for Quincy’s abruptness. Wesley found it first.

“Oh my.. Are you still with Theo, A?” She asked, mouth agape.

I suddenly became very nervous, “yeah.” I said, worried.

“Look. At. That.” Wesley said, pointing to someone.

I followed her finger and when I found the object of her pointing my mouth fell open.

It was you, y/n l/n, wearing my boy’s quidditch sweater. His name sprawled out boldly on the back. How could you be walking to lunch, chatting and laughing with your friend so calmly knowing that you’re wearing another girl’s boyfriend’s sweater.

“Move please.” Said a voice, belonging to Pansy Parkinson, as she pushed past my stopped figure.

“Y/n, Hermione, wait up!” She said, causing you two to stop and wait for her.

“I like the sweater.” She said, sending you a wink.

“I know right!” Responded Hermione, giving you a playful nudge on the shoulder.

“Guys, it’s just friendly! Plus he’s with that other girl.” You said.

I couldn’t believe it. ‘That other girl’?? Seriously?? You couldn’t even say my name. I seriously couldn’t believe it. My eyes began to well up with tears.

“I’m not so hungry anymore.” Said Quincy.

“Me neither.” Said Wesley.

-your POV (later that night)-

I walked into the library, looking for Althenea.

I felt bad for what happened today, I didn’t realize it would be such a big deal. I mean, everyone knew Theo and I were best friends, and it wasn’t uncommon for me to wear his clothes. But after Hannah Abbot told me that I had made you sob, I felt terrible. And I was on a mission to find you.

I spotted you sitting in the back, with your friends Quincy and Wesley.

I walked over to your table, and cleared my throat. The girls looked up at me: Quincy was sending me a death stare, Wesley had a pathetic attempt at a glare, and you couldn’t even look me in the eye.

“Is this seat open?” I asked, pointing to the empty seat at the table.

Quincy began to say no, covering the seat with her hand but you spoke up, “yeah. It is.”

The two other girls were shocked, sending her looks of ‘are you sure??’ Which she nodded to.

“Thanks.” I said, sitting down.

We sat in silence for a few beats before I finally said, “look I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to feel insecure or anything. I’m not trying to take Teddy from you, definitely not. He’s all yours. We’re just best friends, and we have been since forever, but it’s not like that. I was only wearing his sweater because he gave it to me at the astronomy tower a week ago and it was the first thing I grabbed since I was late for class today. And trust me, you have nothing to worry about. You’re beautiful, and smart, everything Theo likes. So, really, I am sorry. But believe me when I say it was a misunderstanding. So… here.” I said, taking the sweater off and handing it to you. The three girls looked at me surprised, but I quickly got up before they could say anything.

“Thank you!” You called out as I was leaving the library, and I sent you a thumbs up as I walked out the door.

I hate being this part but it’s getting soo long so part 3 (hopefully I can write it quickly :))

#theodore nott #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #slytherin boys #gryffindor #harry potter #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #jealousyfic #hufflepuff

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Yellow

Pairing: Harry Potter + fem!reader

Word count: 3508

Summary: You are Harry’s yellow, someone that makes him happy, full of hope, and never fails to make him smile, you’re someone who Harry can’t live without, even if he hasn’t told you that yet.

Trigger warnings: hunger, Harry’s dancing, Harry’s fourth year awkwardness with girls, crying, kissing, Harry gaslighting himself, Harry being protective, mentions of death.

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He had overheard at dinner about the description and, or feeling of the word yellow from a random muggle born seated at the Gryffindor table.

As he heard the clarification of the unfamiliar use of the word, his eyes unconsciously trailed to the face that was gleaming with laughter at the Hufflepuff table. He didn’t feel the smile that was itching its way onto his face; it was, however, there and apparent.

He ignored the questioning that he got from his bushy-haired and red haired friends asking for the cause of his sudden rush of joy and his turned up lip corners. They were both too absorbed in the new charms lesson and the turkey leg to notice. If they had listened to the overly loud conversation that their fellow Gryffindors were having and followed his line of sight they wouldn’t have needed to inquire of anything; and he wouldn’t have been brought out from his almost starting day-dream.

It seemed that they had done precisely that when they donned identical smirks and Ron gave him a teasing nudge. “You should tell her, you know.” Hermione said after a few seconds.

He gave her a raised eyebrow in question and she continued with her eyes rolled “About your feelings, Harry.” She had assumed that he was being intentionally oblivious, but that was just how he usually was when it came to girls and feelings. He flushed, turning his head and gaze from them and to his untouched plate. He was too busy admiring to eat and he realised -from the growl his stomach gave- that he was in fact hungry. So he put a large spoon of food in his mouth; to satisfy his hunger and to also avoid the questioning and lectures he was about to receive from his friends.

“Someone that makes you happy, full of hope and never fails to make you smile.” That’s what Harry heard from the conversation but what he concluded was that your ‘yellow’ is just simply “Someone you can’t live without.”

***

The first time Harry met her was when Professor McGonnagal was announcing the Yule Ball. Everyone already started dancing with someone including Ron who was trying not to step on Hermione’s foot. He was tapping his foot on the floor anxiously and looking around nervously. A hand was held out to him and he saw a pretty girl holding her hand out for him, she mentioned for him to dance with her and he obliged.

He was dancing rather awkwardly and kept stepping on her feet muttering multiple sorrys, she kept saying it was fine every time he apologised it seemed that she was taking this situation much more humorously than he was. He couldn’t quite get over the fact that the most beautiful person he’s ever seen was getting trampled by him and his poor attempt at dancing.

When he tried to twirl her he ended up twisting her feet together causing her to almost fall but he caught her by her wrist. His face turned an even brighter red as he said “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to do this, you should go find another person to dance with-” He cut himself off when he heard her burst out with laughter, and even though he was confused a light bubble formed in his stomach.

“I’m sorry.” She said after she finished laughing, holding her stomach. “It’s just- you’re taking this wayyy too seriously.” She let out a sigh at the end of her sentence. He had just noticed that the hand that wasn’t gripping her stomach was still in his hand.

He quickly let go of her wrist, and she probably noticed that so her face was decorated with a sweet, soft smile. She held her hand out and said “Y/n Y/L/N” He was reluctant to shake her hand for one reason, out of how sweaty he thinks his hands are from his nervousness.

He took her hand hesitantly and cautiously as he added “Harry Potter.” She shook his hand with one firm shake and then put both her hands on her hips saying, “well Harry, I think we should try this again.” He nodded looking at everyone around him trying to adjust his dancing position and posture.

They danced for a while and he only stepped on her feet a couple more times, he said with the same self diminishing tone “You really should find another person to dance with. I’m horrible at this.” He tried to step away but she kept her grip on his shoulder firm and she said “You’re not horrible, you’re doing much better than a lot of other people here, look.”

He looked at where she tilted her head and there were in fact several other people tripping on their feet, some were even on the floor. He let out a chuckle at the disastrous scene and how McGonnagal was shaking her head at her house.

A thought burst out in his head as he looked at the girl, eyebrows furrowed and said “How come I’ve never seen you in Gryffindor tower?” She looked at the Weasley twins and she laughed slightly. He was confused and as soon as he looked at them Fred sent him a wink, and moved his eyes between him and her. Harry’s cheeks gained a red tint for what seemed like the millionth time that day.

“Maybe because I’m not supposed to be at Gryffindor tower.” She said in a matter of factly and teasing tone. His eyebrows regained their furrow and she explained “I’m a Hufflepuff.” Before Harry could ask how she got here she tilted her head to Fred and George and he needed no further explanation.

When the dancing lesson was finished and lunch was about to start Harry decided to just walk quietly beside her while she walked to lunch. He hoped she didn’t mind his presence since he for some reason wasn’t ready to leave her’s. He didn’t know why he felt that way, but judging by how she wasn’t pushing him away, he assumed she didn’t mind. He tried to ascertain the cause of his unexpected dependency on this girl. It has taken him multiple years to be assured by the words his friends say, and for him to welcome and look forward to their presence. He has been struck by shock, from how his body was naturally gravitating towards her’s; and he put a stop to the abnormal feeling. He didn’t want to seem weird.

When they reached the Great Hall they stopped right in front of the door, and he felt a sense of dread. He looked at her when she clapped her hand and spun on her heels to face him, “Well Harry, I best be off. See you around.”

When she started to walk to the Hufflepuff table, he called out “Wait!” She turned around with a sweet smile on her face that made his heart want to jump; and said “Yes?”

Nervously, He searched for a reason to make her spend more time with him. He hadn’t thought his plan through at all and barely made it through after calling out ‘wait!’. He looked around in a way he thought was discreet, but she was internally laughing at his attempt to look casual -he didn’t know that thankfully- His eyes trailed to her outfit and he saw that she was wearing Gryffindor robes.

“Well, you’re wearing Gryffindor robes; Why stop at just dance practice? Why don’t you have lunch at the Gryffindor table too?” He said trying to look smart and casual. Her smile increased and changed into a teasing one, and she tilted her head slightly, “Do you want to spend time with me Harry?”

His face regained its flush and he avoided her gaze. She started walking inside the Great Hall and he kept thinking that he messed up whatever was happening, and then she stopped, “Aren’t you coming?” He looked up at her surprised and asked “Where?”

She rolled her eyes but the smile never left her lips “To the Gryffindor table, of course. Merlin Harry! No wonder you weren’t sorted in Ravenclaw.” His cheeks couldn’t get a break from how red they were, he walked beside her and then she nudged his shoulder slightly and said “I think it’s cute.” If Harry wasn’t too occupied with this new type of feeling he would’ve noticed the slight blush on her face.

***

The feeling was new to him at the time, he didn’t feel it with Cho and neither with Hermione. He knew he liked Cho but saw Hermione as a sister; so what else is there to feel? He realised that he was exceedingly stupid with his feelings last year and before. He looked at her face again and thought of the last DA meeting today before Christmas.

When the DA started she ran in and gave him a big hug and reciprocated it with much more force than she did. They hadn’t seen each other for a week except for a few moments because she’s been studying with Hermione, and he missed her much more than he liked to admit. They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat.

Fred and George smirked at them teasingly, bringing a blush to his cheeks and then Fred said “We can leave the room if you want.” She unwrapped her arms from around his neck and went to Neville, giving him a similar greeting and He felt a weird feeling bubble in his stomach; so he started the DA lesson.

When the lesson finished she came up to him and said “I’ll wait for you outside Harry.” He nodded with a small smile and then went to Cho who was waiting by the mirror. It all went in Harry’s head like this,

Crying,

Talking,

More talking,

Mistletoe,

Lips,

Kiss;

and door opening.

She stood there with the usual smile that always undertakes her face, non-existent and he couldn’t fathom the unfamiliar look. “Um sorry, I’ll leave you two alone.” She said in a type of way Harry’s never seen or heard from her before, and she left quickly.

He looked at Cho and he was put back into the moment that he was previously in. He didn’t like the kiss. “Cho. Listen, I’m sorry but-”

“I’m in love with her.” She said shortly and looked away with a speck of hurt in her eyes. “What?” he asked confused, cheeks slightly red. “You’re in love with her. I thought so and everyone knows so; but I thought I had a chance.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said with a now obvious blush on his face. She started walking out the door and placed her hand on the door knob, saying in a small voice that He could barely hear “Reevaluate your feelings, Harry. I think you’ll find a new conclusion.”

He was on his way to the Gryffindor tower in confusion, trying to think over what Cho said. Sure she was pretty, smart and funny. She was great, she was his best friend; he wasn’t in love with her.

Then again he couldn’t control how his heart flutters when he sees her. It was all platonic, he told himself; but there was still a part of him that was screaming at him” YOU’RE IN LOVE YOU IDIOT, WHO ELSE MAKES YOU FEEL THE WAY SHE DOES. WHO ELSE MADE YOU FEEL LIKE THE WORLD WAS OKAY AND EVERYTHING’S GOING TO BE FINE WHEN CEDRIC WAS JUST KILLED. SHE MAKES YOU SMILE YOU GIT, HOW MANY OTHER PEOPLE HAVE YOU MET CAN JUST MAKE YOU SMILE WITH THEIR PRESENCE.”

His loud vexatious thoughts were interrupted by the sound of sniffling. He followed the sound of muffled cries, and he saw a familiar Hufflepuff robe wrapped around a body he’s been tied to before. Her knees were to her shoulders and her head in between her legs as she cried heavily.

At the sound of his footsteps, she lifted her head up from her knees looking at him and quickly wiping her tears away “Harry. What are you doing here?” She choked out.

“Are you okay?” He asked cautiously as he stepped near her slowly; it was the first time he’s seen her cry even though she’s seen him cry multiple times before, somehow this felt worse. She let out a dry but in some way soft laugh as she said “Merlin Harry! You really aren’t a Ravenclaw.” She still found his stupidity cute and she cursed herself for it; he doesn’t love her. For Merlin's sake he just kissed another girl.

He chuckled softly at the familiar words, and sat beside her on the window bench. He placed his hand in her’s and pulled her to his side, and hugged her tightly. She couldn’t help but cry even more, she was crying in the arms of the guy that made her cry because she loved him and he only saw her as a friend.

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms that night, and his heart broke multiple times every time she began crying. He tried to ask her multiple times what was making her this sad but she always said that it wasn’t important, then he’d say it’s important to me; but she wouldn’t answer and he’d try again. They stayed there until the sun lit up the sky and they were woken up by a Slytherin that was going to the library before class.

***

It was past midnight when Harry was greeted by her worried face asking “What’s wrong? What happened?” His heart plummeted and flew when he saw her. He saw her, he’s happy; she’s worried, he’s worried. Her eyes skimmed Dumbledore’s office filled with the Weasleys, Dumbledore, Professor McGonnagal and several talking portraits that were chattering about what occurred; and they found his own as they always did -or at least he hoped so-

She went up to him still wearing her PJs and hugged him tightly, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He breathed slowly and tried to calm himself down; and surely after several seconds the worry, anger and hurting feeling in his head were slowly starting to wash away. “What are you doing here?” He asked, pulling away from her embrace and cupping her face. If he wasn’t in the state that he was currently in then his reaction to cupping her face would be more different.

“The portraits were told by Ron to wake me up and go to Dumbledore’s office. So I’m here; What happened?” She replied and asked, holding his hand that was resting on his face.

“All will be told when you reach Grimmauld Place 12.” Dumbledore said and started saying orders to everyone, he also got out a portkey and all the Weasleys used it to head to Grimmauld Place 12. “Come on Harry.” Dumbledore urged him to use the portkey that he previously hadn’t used with the rest because of his hold on her hand.

Harry tightened his grip on her hand, and then she looked between Harry and Dumbledore saying, “Is there any way for me to go there, Professor?” Dumbledore nodded and they both used the portkey together. Harry couldn’t care at the moment that he looked like a child, holding her hand and not letting it go; but how could he let go of her when she solaced him. He also thought of how brave she was going to a place she doesn’t know of just because he needed her there with him. His heart lifts.

It was a strange thing for him that only a few nights ago she was the one in his arms seeking comfort and now he’s holding onto her as his only source of sanity from Voldemort’s plague in his mind.

All throughout Christmas he kept falling for this girl more and more. He loved her. He loved her laugh, her nose, her smile, her personality and he loved her lips; and he wanted to kiss them badly. All throughout Christmas he was reminded of her, and he spent almost every moment with her. It was his favourite Christmas despite its beginning.

***

Fred and George had left school. He was standing with everyone around him in an abandoned classroom, He had to save Sirius. “Alright everyone, there's no time to lose, let's go.” She said, and his eyebrows furrowed.

“You’re not going.” He said to her with a firm voice, she stopped walking towards the door and let out a humourless laugh as she said “I’m going.” Everyone other than the two of them left the room trying to find the Thestrals not wanting to get involved with the situation.

“No you’re not.”

“Says who.” She said with her arms crossed.

“Says me, and you’re not going. You could get hurt.” He said, and crossed his arms mirroring her actions. She took a step towards him and stood on her tiptoes to increase her height trying to look more intimidating. “So could you.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to lose you.” He said, voice raising slightly. “Same here.” She said not backing down. He walked in front of her and said “You can’t come because I can’t put you in a situation where you could die.”

“First of all, You wouldn’t be putting me anywhere. It's my decision and you don't want me to get hurt but you’re completely fine with you dying.” She looked furious, every time she was angry there was still a light undertone of humour in her; but this time he couldn’t find it.

“You are not going! You can’t change my opinion.”

“Well it’s a good thing I don’t need your opinion.” She said stepping really close to him, and she continued; voice louder than his. “Everyone else is going, why are you letting them go?!”

“Because I’m not in love with everyone else. I’m in love with you.” He said angrily, not thinking this through. He’s always had horrible timing but now his timing was beyond the roof and quite impeccable, so he kissed her. Furiously, passionately and hungirly. The kiss didn’t get as heated as it could have when she pulled away from his forehead resting on his. “I need you to stay here for me, because I know I can’t think straight without knowing you’re okay. I need you to stay here and be safe, because when I come back I want to kiss you for the longest time.”

She let out a sigh and said “Fine but just because you told me you love me.” He couldn’t resist the urge to place another kiss on her lips and then go out of the class running to go to the Ministry of Magic.

***

When he came back, he was numb; completely numb. Sirius died, and he now had no family. He was led to the Black Lake by her, because he wanted to be alone but alone with her.

He laid on the grass with his body intertwined with her. His arms were loosely wrapped around her middle and his head on his chest, and her chin was on top of his head while still wounding her fingers through his unkempt but soft hair. He waited for the -usual- effects of her even breathing and steady heartbeat to kick in; for his body to match the habits of her’s.

No tears have been shed by him since his screams at the ministry. He didn’t want to talk about what happened and she knew that; he would tell her at some point and she knew that as well. At the moment the only thing he desired was to lay in her arms forever. “Is it true?” She asked while the flowers nodded around them from the light breeze. “What you said? Before you left.”

She was nervous, he noticed from the way her hands started to fidget with his hair instead of playing with it. He lifted his head up to look into her beautiful eyes and he let out a happy sigh with a large smile. “You have no idea how much I adore you.” Her cheeks turned red and she placed her lips on his. It was slow and soft, and full of love. He could feel his heart mending.

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MOONCHILD

Remus Lupin x OC reader

Chapter 3 - Riddikulus

Summary: Remus and Hesperia teach their first class. Prepared and excited, nothing can go wrong…right?

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notes: chapter threeee! i hope you’ll all enjoy. the next part will be…let’s call it a rollercoaster, okay? hopefully. that’s a spoiler, so it’s just between us, reader.

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"I don't know, it just came up in my mind. He looked at me like he was watching it happen." Hessie lamented about last night’s uncomfortable memory, lazily buttoning up her shirt. She was inside her chamber, talking to Remus over a half-closed door.

They had separate rooms opposite each other. They joined in a short corridor, which led to a small common room with a cosy fireplace, stone walls and a soft burgundy carpet. There were frescos of constellations on the ceiling, similar to the ones in their classroom.

A floating porcelain pitcher was watering the greenery that was decorating the windowsills of the gothic windows.

It strongly resembled the ambience of the Gryffindor Tower. She wondered if the chambers were accustomed to whoever stayed inside. The entire complex was hidden with an enlargening spell behind the door to their shared office, soundproofed from any inventive students that might enjoy spying on professors in their spare time.

After all, she wasn't a stranger to eavesdropping, courtesy of her unruly best friends.

Remus's head popped out of his ajar door. He was just in the middle of putting his red-and-yellow socks on. Lily Potter had knit them for him for his seventeenth birthday.

"Are you suggesting that Snape is a Legilimens?"

He got a confused hum for an answer.

"That's absurd." he chuckled and disappeared into his room again, taking a shoebrush from his trunk to polish his oxfords. He managed to make them at least slightly shiny.

As he tightened the thin shoelaces, Hessie walked out of her room, a tweed vest lazily thrown around her shoulders. She made her way to the small kitchen-like corner.

"What's absurd is the way he treats his students. I overheard a couple of fifth years yesterday while leaving the feast. They discussed how he makes them test a potion's accuracy on their animals. Want a cuppa?" she glanced over her shoulder as he came in, his fuzzy tie still hanging untied around the collar of his shirt.

It felt like they were back at their Yorkshire cottage. The only difference was the fireplace. And the king's beds with feather duvets. And not having to scrap for food. There was actually so much food she didn't know what to do with it. She felt like she could retrospectively feed her starving self.

He walked to a bookshelf next to the door, gathering a few schoolbooks.

"Yes, please," he muttered and opened the well-used copy of The Essential Defence Against the Dark Arts by Arsenius Jigger.

He sat down in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace, crossing his legs as he browsed through it all the way to the chapter index.

"Oh, marvellous. We're supposed to do Boggarts first."

Hessie whistled. She carried two ornate teacups that resembled goblets. They were made out of black porcelain instead of metal. The cups dangerously wiggled on their saucers and Remus hopped up to take one of the cup to help her and put it on the coffee table next to him.

She sank in the other armchair with a sigh, carefully sipping her milk tea so she wouldn't burn her tongue.

"I was thinking of trying Boggarts first as well, it's an interesting and handy subject. But you're the one on duty this time, so I guess you'll have to manage by yourself."

"I'm not sure I can do it without you, love." he mused with a smirk before taking a sip from his cup. She gasped and kicked his shin. She despised that pet name. James and Sirius always used it to piss her off. She hated how condescending it was.

It sounded somewhat endearing from Remus, though.

"With this attitude, you'll be lucky to live long enough to show up for the class at all." she hissed at him and took another sip of her tea, this time so vigorously she scorched her mouth. She cursed, Remus just giggled, and continued to search through the textbook.

He still looked so beaten down, purple circles were bordering his eyes, his skin pale and dull. As the first sunbeams entered the room, she could see familiar twinkles in his sad eyes.

"Are you feeling okay?" she asked silently, nudging his leg with hers, this time softly. He looked up from the book.

The silver strands in his hair were a lot more protruding than when they were students, but she felt like it made him even more handsome. Like fine wine in a cellar, he aged under the moonlight's glow, remaining startlingly beautiful despite all the suffering he had to endure.

That boyish charm in his grin was never snuffed out, the dimples above his mouth as cheeky as ever.

"Never better," he replied, his tone laced with both sarcasm and honesty. The duality of the man, she thought as she rolled her eyes. She couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head as if she wanted to get rid of the blush on her face. The one that spilt all over her whenever he smiled at her.

She stood up and walked to the bookshelf, nudging the back of his head when she walked by him.

"It's missing a few essentials. I need to check the library, coming?" she muttered and put on the vest after grabbing her green robes from a lion head-shaped hanger. Remus shrugged, fishing a Mars bar out of the pocket of his pants. It was a bit melted, but tasty nonetheless when he took a big bite.

"Do you still think Madame Pince is still there?" he mumbled curiously.

"That old hag? Hope not. She took 30 points from me once, just because I brought her Earl Grey instead of Ceylon. As if she was allowed to assign students slave work in the first place."

"You put a frog in her teacup, Mimi."

"That was Padfoot's idea!"

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As the week passed by, they spent most of their time in the library researching and preparing for their classes. It was as if they were fifth-years again, furiously scribbling notes on their parchments. Even Madame Pince was still sitting behind her mahogany desk, as hostile as ever.

The only thing they were missing was Sirius Black’s taunting, James Potter’s annoyingly attractive voice calling them ‘book-flobberworms’ and Peter Pettigrew’s constant questions about when they were finally leaving for lunch.

And of course, Lily Evans sitting between them, her flaming red hair in their peripherals.

When Thursday came, Remus felt considerably more sick than on the night they arrived, which was quite ironic. He looked a lot better now, the circles under his eyes were slowly going back to their usual light beige and the few new scratches on his face were closed up, now pale pink.

His hair was a bit more tameable as well, his cheeks somehow fuller and even more dimpled than usual when he gave Hessie his signature disarming smirk. He was very pleased when he looked in the mirror in the morning. Not that he felt handsome, he never did. But he looked alive and that's what mattered to him the most.

The nerves were eating him up from the inside, though, fingers shaking as he held a fork with scrambled eggs. He was looking around the Great Hall, trying to remember as many Gryffindor and Slytherin faces as he could. He hoped it will make him feel a bit more comfortable when it comes to facing a classroom full of strangers. Hormonal teenagers, for that matter.

Hessie sat beside him, a bit less on edge, as her first class was scheduled for tomorrow. She felt terrible for him, though.

"You'll be excellent, Moony, I'm sure of it."

"What if I hurt them, Mimi?" he blurted out, his voice strained and trembling. She sighed and took his hand, lowering it back on the plate so the eggs wouldn't fall on his shabby robes.

"You still have more than two weeks and you're starting Snape's brew tomorrow, there is no reason to -"

"Will you go with me? Please…" he cut her off, lowering his voice when Snape sat beside him, carrying a plate with a single over-toasted slice of bread and a lump of unmelted butter slapped on top of it.

As soon as it touched the table, the empty cup in front of him filled itself with tea so black it almost matched his robes.

Remus felt like a small boy begging his mother to go to school with him. Hessie mindlessly darted across Snape’s plate and then nodded.

"Of course I will. I'll just work on my notes and be an emotional support cat. I’m quite good at that, am I not?" she grinned and he let out a sigh of relief, finally gathering the courage to take a bite of his scrambled eggs without the fear of throwing up.

"I was actually kind of hoping you'll demonstrate. You've always been better at charms."

"You received an ‘Outstanding’ in N.E.W.T.s, Remus."

"Besides," he interrupted and ignored her biting remark.

"You know what my Boggart is. It could…you know. Raise some suspicions."

Hessie panicked. Did he forget what hers was? Before she could argue, though, a deep voice filled her ears.

"So, Lupin. I've heard that you are teaching your first class today. I would like to wish you good luck. And a smooth process. After all, we would all be very disturbed if an accident occurred." Snape sneered, his voice frigid and sarcastic.

He took a sip of his tea, not even flinching at the nauseating bitterness. Remus closed his eyes for a second and then turned at him, a wide smile plastered on his face.

Hessie just dug a fork into her fluffy pancakes, stuffing her cheeks to the limit. She had to make sure she wouldn’t be able to hex him right on the spot. Her nostrils were trembling with anger, though.

"Thank you, Severus. I truly appreciate your kindness." Remus stated calmly, biting his cheek when Snape responded with a twitch of a forced smile. The cold man continued.

"Speaking of accidents, your potion is nearly ready. Stop by my office around eleven o’clock to gather tomorrow's dose. I will continue to bring it to you on every odd date until the last seven days prior your…imminent sickness. Then you will switch to a full goblet twice a day for the entire week. No pauses, no misses. It is very important for you to remember. Write it on Lynx's forehead if you have to."

He ignored the furious look Hessie gave him when he mentioned her.

"One last thing - mentally prepare yourself for its unique taste. I have not sampled it, for obvious reasons, but it smells like a troll's lair. And no cheating, sugar devalues its properties." he muttered and quickly got up, his black robe swishing behind him as he walked away, holding his plate with an almost disgusted expression.

"I swear to Godric I will cut him open one day."

After spending the rest of the day in the library, they made their way to the classroom in silence, both too nervous to hold a conversation. When they reached the door, they gave each other one last look. Hessie straightened his fuzzy tie and tapped his shoulder as he straightened her robes, brushing off a few cat hairs she had on her arm.

He gave her a warm smile and then opened the door, walking inside the filled room with long strides as she jogged to catch up with him.

"Good afternoon, everyone!" he said with a calm, soft voice. Hessie didn't detect any signs of stress on him. After all, he was an expert in masking himself. She echoed his greeting.

"Professor Lynx is here only as a spectator today, you will get to know her wits up close tomorrow. As for today, please, close your books and pack your things. We will only need our wands today. I would like to start this semester with a practical lesson." Remus stated. The students exchanged confused looks and whispers filled the classroom. They were quite curious though, so they obeyed.

"All packed? Wonderful! Let's be on our way, then. Please, follow us." he said and walked back to the door, waiting for everyone to gather in a group. Hessie led the way next to him, clutching a packet of pumpkin pastries. They moved through the empty hallways, heading for the professors' lounge.

On their way, though, they were blocked by Peeves. The most infuriating poltergeist under the sun, in Hessie’s opinion. When he spotted them, he let out a shrieking laugh.

"Fucking hell…" she muttered, silent enough for only Remus to hear. He just grinned widely. He beamed as if he was delighted to meet Peeves again.

"Loony loopy Lupin, lousy little Lynx - sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I -"

"Well, that brings out some memories. Peeves, would you be so kind and move? We were just on our way to the -"

Peeves just blew a raspberry, raising his transparent hands to give Remus a middle finger. The only obstacle was that he didn't have any fingers. Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil giggled at the implication of the ghost’s sing-song, their cheeks flaming with a blush. Remus just sighed and took his wand out of the depths of his robes.

"Pay close attention, everyone. This is a very useful repelling spell, it is truly a multitasker. Waddiwassi!" he exclaimed and performed a stabbing motion with his wand. Peeves rotated in the air for a few seconds as the spell threw him about five feet back, it looked like he was hit with an invisible projectile.

Remus gained admiring gasps from the students.

Hessie snorted with laughter, covering her mouth so she wouldn't spit out the tea she’d just sipped from her chipped thermo flask. It came out of her nose instead.

"That was so cool, professor!" Dean Thomas mused as Peeves flew away, loudly complaining with foul words. Remus turned around and gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you, Dean! Let's move, shall we?"

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"I'd love to ask my wonderful assistant for today to do a little demonstration. Would you be so generous, professor?" Remus beckoned to Hessie. She did a little curtesy, making the students giggle in anticipation. She took a bite of her pumpkin pastry and took her wand out of the tweed vest.

Hermione and Harry answered Remus's questions about the nature of a Boggart and the advantages of fighting it in a group. The closet in the middle of the room ominously shook every few moments, rattling with every move. Everyone in the room trembled as well - from fright. Except for the two teachers.

"By all means, professor."

A few nervous chuckles accompanied her as she positioned herself in front of the ornate cabinet and brushed off pastry flakes that settled in the corners of her lips with the back of her hand.

She took a quick glance at Remus for a green light and he nodded. Then she pointed the tip of her cherry wand at the object’s door, following up with a soft swing.

The doorknob twisted with a loud click and several students jumped at the noise. They were anxiously waiting on what will come out. A couple of gasps and squeals echoed through the classroom when black mist slowly floated out of the cabinet and materialized into a bony, clawed paw.

A tall, pale creature stumbled out of the closet and fell on its knees. Its ears were large and pointy, skin shrivelled and a sickly shade of white. The patches of fur that scarcely speckled it were thin, the only consistent amount of hairs was on the top of the beast's head.

It slowly rose on its huge sinewy legs and straightened its back, at least as much as the big skeletal hunch allowed it to. Its long snout twitched as it smelled its surroundings, the damp tip of it moved up and down when it locked its glowing yellow eyes with hers.

Loud thumps filled the air as it vigorously swung its stubby tail and repeatedly bumped into the open door behind it. The children backed away in panic, a few stumbling right into the wall. Harry soundlessly gasped when the creature stepped towards Hessie, its chest heaving in irregular wheezes.

She watched it with great caution, not taking a single step back when it threw its head back, took a deep breath and howled, its voice cracking. The creature's teeth were needle-sharp and crooked, dark blood was leaking from the corners of its lips.

Her eyebrow twitched when it set its eyes on her again. But it wasn't vicious. It wasn't a feral glare.

Its amber irises were glossed over by misery. Big salty tears were streaming down the beast's scarred cheeks. It looked at her with tremendous pain, pure, pristine agony.

A high-pitched cough hitched in her throat, but when Pansy Parkinson’s terrified squeak reached her ears, she forced out an exhale and swished her wand in a Z-pattern just as the beast raised its frail arm to swing at her.

"Riddikulus!"

A split second before the dirty claws were about to dig into her flesh, the figure warped into the same dark fog it originated from and then vaporized again - a fluffy grey puppy appeared in its place. She broke into a soft smile when the class started applauding with sighs of relief and cheers.

Even the most disinterested Slytherins were watching closely in awe. A lot of them actually whistled in admiration.

She crouched and scratched the dog behind the ear before pointing her finger at the cupboard. It barked and obeyed, stomping away with a chipper shimmy, its tail excitedly wiggling. It disappeared into the depths of the closet and she swung her wand again, closing the door with a loud bang. The object started rattling again.

Hessie stood up and looked at Remus. He was clapping, too, but he stared at the floor with a sad smile. She cleared her throat and turned around to face the class, theatrically bowing when the cheers got louder. She took another bite of her pastry and grinned. Remus walked up to her and chuckled.

"Wonderful, professor, thank you!" he beamed and stuck out his palm to shake her hand. She took it with a laugh and felt her features fill with familiar warmth when their fingers touched.

She hopped up on the windowsill that ran along the room and tucked her wand away, chomping down the last bite of her snack. She dusted off the crumbles from her fingers and watched as Remus called Neville to the front.

When he successfully polymorphed Snape's bat-like robes into his grandmother's clothes, the class erupted in laughter and she couldn't help but giggle as well. She couldn't deny the uncomfortable pit in her stomach, though.

The students formed a line and Remus rushed to the gramophone that was next to Hessie, carefully placing one of his well-used vinyl records on top. A cold shiver ran down her spine when her gaze fell on the slender fingers that took the needle and gracefully pressed it on the record.

A catchy swing melody filled the room and Remus grabbed an apple from a wicker basket prepared on a tea table next to him. He took a bite and excitedly wiggled his eyebrows at his friend, twirling around to face the crowd.

"Parvati!" Remus called the petite girl to the front and watched as Snape twisted into a gigant snake. She stumbled backwards with wide eyes. When she heard the encouraging roars of her friends, she waved her wand and another pop echoed around the room. It changed into an oversized jack-in-the-box.

Hessie scrunched her nose.

Not much better.

She seemed amused and satisfied, though, so Hessie gave a little clap and whistled while motioning Seamus to continue. One by one, the students took turns in front of the closet, successfully morphing the Boggart to their will. She shook off disgust when Ron came up and Dean’s incapacitated zombie hand warped into a full-grown Acromantula.

"Steady, Ron!" she cheered and took another pastry from the packet in her pockets.

"Wand at the ready, Ron!" Remus clapped and rolled up his sleeves, watching Ron's twisted expression. He let out a small squeak when the Acromantula clicked its mandibles. Then he finally moved his wand.

"Riddikulus!"

With a loud snap, all of the spider's legs disappeared. Its body rolled around the ground like a furry ball. Cheers and laughs mixed with the lively music. While Ron didn't look a hundred per cent convinced, he grinned and backed away, giving high-fives on his way to the back of the row.

The round torso rolled around the room and stopped at Harry's feet. He was up next.

All colour drained from Hessie's face when Remus looked at her with wide eyes, an identical memory flashing behind his eyes.

Pale, nearly transparent skin peeling off of a face that still carried some eerie resemblance to handsomeness. Glowing red eyes with serpent-like slits for pupils. A green light ricocheting off a disarming spell. Deafening ringing in their ears as they held each other's hand in a tight cramp, apparating away from the annihilated battlefield.

Remus jumped in front of Harry as nonchalantly as possible, right before the Boggart infiltrated the boy's mind.

"Here!" Remus exclaimed and raised his wand. The fuzzy globe bounced off of the floor like a volleyball and hung in the air for a few seconds before dissolving into a shiny orb surrounded by clouds. Hessie accidentally crushed the pumpkin pastry between her fingers, forcing down a dry swallow.

"Riddikulus!" he commanded, calm and collected. The orb burst open and a cockroach appeared instead, falling on the floor with a dull slap. Remus ignored Harry's confused shrug and searched for Neville in the crowd.

"He's weak, Neville! Finish him!" he waved his hand and Neville awkwardly jogged to the front and pointed his wand at the insect, more confidently this time. It changed back into Snape for a split second.

"Riddikulus!" the boy loudly yelped. Everyone caught a flash of his grandmother's red handbag. Then the Boggart turned into a small whirlpool of black smoke before imploding with an echoing boom, leaving behind a few crackling fire sparks.

The whole class erupted in loud cheers and feverish clapping along with both professors.

"Wonderful, everyone, truly professional work!" Remus stuck his wand into the wicker basket to applaud properly.

"I'm very proud of you all, what a joyful show!" Hessie agreed, giving everyone thumbs up.

"So, five points to Gryffindor and Slytherin for each student that participated, ten points to The Lion for Neville, as he faced the Boggart twice. And five points for both Harry and Hermione."

"But I haven't done anything!" Harry questioned, his expression as puzzled as his voice. Remus smiled.

"You and Hermione answered my questions correctly! Everyone, this has been a wonderful lesson, thank you!"

"A small homework for the lot of you, read the chapter on Boggarts in your textbooks and write a short essay on methods of recognizing and eliminating them. The deadline is Monday, so you have plenty of time, no stress. Thank you, dear colleagues!"

Hessie clapped once again and hopped back up on the windowsill, watching the excited students say their goodbyes and flow out of the classroom until it was empty.

They were boasting to each other about how well they dealt with the dark creature. Remus let out a heavy sigh, clearly content. Hessie chuckled and tucked a loose hair behind her ear.

"Very enjoyable, sir," she mumbled, smirking when he proudly straightened his back. His fist involuntarily flexed at the way the title rolled off her lips. He cleared his throat.

"Not so bad yourself, madame. They seemed to understand quite well, don't you think? I feel like they all have a lot of potential." he closed the closet door with a swish of his wand and leaned against the wall next to her, taking a big bite of his apple. She nodded.

"I just hope…you know -"

"Yeah. I'm sure he will understand. Harry is a smart boy."

Strange silence filled the room. Hessie felt like she could hear Remus's thoughts sprinting through his brain. She took a shallow breath to say something but he was faster.

"I did not realize your Boggart was still…I mean, I didn't think that…"

He fell silent. Stumbling through his explanation wouldn't be coherent enough for her to understand. She started shaking her head furiously.

"No, no. No, Remus. Don't do this to me right now. You know damn well why it's -"

"I'm sorry, Mimi."

"Don't you dare even imply that I would -"

A maternal voice disturbed their hushed conversation. McGonagall's elegant figure entered the chamber, her hair tied in a tight bun. A stark contrast to the mess on Hessie’s head.

"Ah, here you are! Albus told me you have your first lesson today. Did everything live up to your expectations?” she asked, her kind smile as professional as ever.

The two of them exchanged a quick look before Remus cleared his throat, trying to swallow the apple pulp completely.

”Of course, prof- Minerva. They all did their part and eliminated the Boggart Albus was talking about. I feel like they’re all way smarter than we were at that age.” he chuckled and McGonagall pursed her lips.

”I highly doubt that.” she simply stated, her voice full of brutal honesty. Hessie painfully bit her lip to contain a wide smug grin that was cracking her professional smile. The older woman sighed.

“Glad to hear that, though. Anyway, I just came to invite you to our Quidditch practice. I am sure you will find that Potter is even more similar to his father than you think."

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silverlining317 · 1 year

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The most evil wizard of all time

For @Hinnyfest, prompt #12: Valentine's Day

Her shadow vanished, leaving behind a thread of coppery sparkles. It was the third time so far that morning that Harry had witnessed a similar scene. He had first tried to say hello to Ginny over Valentine's Day breakfast. but before he could even say her name, she had vanished with a half-formed excuse about books and plants, and something else which Harry made no effort to listen for fear it would rhyme with Dean and Madame Puddifoot.

Only now Hermione was informing him that Parvati had overheard Romilda Vane in the bathroom telling to her friends about a fight between Ginny and Dean that had happened that same day immediately after Harry's second attempt to greet her on the stairs. Now without the nerves of having to hear the words tea room and cupid from her lips, Harry had to fight the urge to run after her. A urge he needed to control because Ron was walking right at his side, using him as a shield against Lavender, and because his best friend couldn't suspect at any cost about that dream he had had the night before about his little and innocent and not so little nor innocent sister.

Avoiding him after that dream would have been the sensible thing to do, but the alternative to serving as some kind of invisibility cloak for Ron was to sit next to Hermione in the library and endure her questioning him because he was suddenly interested in the rumors Parvati was starting. He didn't mind them in the least, they were just a distraction to avoid doing his Defense Against the Dark and Arts essay. After all, what better way was there to pass the time than to calculate how long it took an average woman to get over her ex and be ready to date someone new. Harry was by no means a relationship expert, but thirty minutes was more than enough for him.

But Ginny kept running terrified at each crossing in the corridors. His brown eyes drifted to the floor ignoring his questions. The real rudeness didn't happen until the afternoon, though, where after two minuscule exchanges about the upcoming Quidditch practice, Ginny suddenly turned right out the door, leaving him standing in the middle of the Gryffindor common room with a joke cut in half. and a punchline unsaid that he had spent hours and hours thinking about.

- ‘’Is something happening between you two ? ‘’-Ron asked him.

- ‘’Something?’’- Harry said sweaty- ‘’Something like what?’’

-"She seems angry"- Ron said.

-"I'm sure this has nothing to do with you, Harry, but with his fight with Dean."- Hermione turned her back on Ron, still ignoring him after his very public Valentine's Day display of affection with Lavender- "It's better to give her space, she must be very distressed."

But anguished, what is said anguished, was not a word he would you use to describe her. Although Harry was not so familiar with the world of emotions he could still distinguish laughter from tears, and her smile brighter than ever under the candles that lit the large dining room table, was not something someone could fake. A glowing aura surrounding her, while retelling Neville a story of the twins' early prototypes of the puking pastilles. Harry sat in front of her and as if she suddenly saw something worse than the Grim, her face darkened making her stumble with those last words.

"...in front of Bill's date" -Ginny muttered turning pale.

-"Are you okay?" -Neville asked.

"Yes"- Ginny hurried on -"but I forgot my essay at the… at the…

"What essay?" - Ron sat next to Harry and grabbed a piece of Turkey - "You were hiding all day playing with Arnold’’

-‘’Ginny!’’- Hermione reproached her taking the seat that Neville leave – ‘’You are supposed to study for your OWLS!’’

-‘’It's just that...’’- Ginny tried to say

-‘’Ron-Ron’’- Lavander arrived- ‘’Ron-Ron I have one last gift for you!’’

"I better go"- Hermione stood up.

-‘’It's a poem’’- Lavender ignored her- ‘’Not as good as yours in first grade Ginny but..’’

-‘’Oh Merlin! I want to die!’’- Ginny let her head collapse on the table splashing a little food- ‘’It was obvious that it was going to happen, first Dean now her, why do they have to remind me?’’

"Gin…"- Harry said- "Are you okay?"

"Shh"- Ginny said- "Just give me two more minutes."

Her arms wrapped around her hair majestically strewn on the table mixed with potato scraps as she mumbled something Harry couldn't understand.

"Ginny"- Harry said starting to worry.

-‘’I'm fine’’- Ginny straightened up taking a deep breath- ‘’I'm fine, I'm over it. Are we over it Harry? Are we over thar poem?’’

-‘’The poem I received on second year? The one that cupid sang?’’ - Harry said incredulously and at the same time immensely happy to hear her voice again.

"Yeah, how many poems do you receive in your life?" -Ginny rolled her eyes. Though Harry hoped it was due to the second part of the Valentine's show Ron and Lavender were starting and not because of his question. The truth was that several letters reached him at this time of year, more so now that he was label as the chosen one, something that Ginny seemed to notice as well at that very moment.

-‘'But the one you sent is my all-time favorite’’- said Harry aware of his experience with Cho last year.

-‘’I didn't send it’’- Ginny said in a red blush- ‘’Do you see now why I didn't want to talk to you today? It was obvious that everything was going to return to that damned poem. Every Valentine's Day it’s the same and someone has to remind me, and with someone I mean EVERYONE, about that childish and stupid poem. And on top of that I have to see you later at the face and pretend that I …oh I want to die.’’

"That's why you avoided me?’’- Harry couldn't help but laugh earning himself a murderous look. ‘’ I don’t even remember what it said, something about my eyes being green and the toads and the blackboard and…’’

-‘’I was possessed!’’- Ginny said – ‘’Uff, I can't believe they remind me every year of this and if it wasn’t enough I have to see your green eyes right now to remind me more and more about….about toads’’

-‘’Hey, wait’’- Harry said suddenly remembering something- ‘’I had the diary on Valentine's Day, Tom coudnt send it’’

- ‘’Tom wrote it when he still had it!’’- Ginny said almost drifting the pudding- ‘’He wrote it!’’

- ‘’Gin, are you telling me that Voldemort wrote me a poem comparing my eyes to those of a toad and made everyone believe that a sweet girl had written it instead? It makes no sense’’

"Wake up, Harry!" -Ginny said snapping her fingers- "You don't realize he's the most evil wizard of all time! What have you been doing all these years? Don't you pay attention?’’

"Yes, yes," Harry said resisting a smile. "Poor Ginny making you write a poem for me, the meanest thing he's done so far, by far."

-‘’Exactly’’- Ginny said taking a deep breath- ‘’I'm glad we talked about it once and for all’’

"Making you knock the vase off the table that time you saw me go into the kitchen after playing Quidditch, making you stick your elbow in the butter…" Harry took a sip of pumpkin juice- "Making you blush every time you spoke to me, all of that was his work and everyone here thinking it was something else’’

"I have no idea what you're talking about" -Ginny imitated Harry and brought the glass to her lips.

"No, no"- Harry said- "me neither, we're over it, I think we're over the poem."

"Okay" -Ginny said.

-‘’Also the singing Get well card’’- added Harry with a big smile

"I hate you" -Ginny said.

"The time you fell down the stairs because I saw you in pink kitty pajamas…" -Harry continued to remember with an affection he hadn't known until now.

"I'm not going to talk to you anymore" -Ginny said, looking like she was fighting not to smile back.

"The collection of letters written to the boy who lived asking him his favorite color"-Harry said.

"Who told you about that?" -Ginny said leaning over the table- "Was it George?" Sure it was George

-‘’Do you know Ginny? I feel a little offended that you never asked me my favorite color in person." -Harry shook his head- "What about the other questions? All these years and you never took the opportunity to ask if I liked yellow iguanas or not, a waste of friendship if you want my opinion’’

- ‘’Harry, if you don't shut up, I swear I'm going to….’’- start Ginny

-‘’If you sent them by owl like the rest of my fans, I could even consider answering them-‘’ Harry said with the most serious face he got- ‘’But it has a price...’’

-‘’Ginny I've been looking for you all day’’- Dean came running to the table- ‘’Can we talk, please? I want to apologize for...

"Dean…" -Ginny said.

-‘’Harry, can you let me sit here?’’ – Dean asked Harry and hating himself Harry nodded feeling how the monster in his chest clawed at his chest. He didn't deserve to be in Gryffindor, he was a coward. So close to the summit and yet so far.

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The next day at breakfast time Hedwig entered the sea of gray and red owls with a parchmet attached to her leg.

To the boy who lived

I wanted to thank you for fighting for all of us and saving us from the evil ones who force us to act shamefully. I also wanted to ask you which is your favorite color for iguanas? Do you like yellow ones?

Cheers,

Ginny

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sethrollinsgirl · 2 years

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Title: Tis the Spooky season

Summary: You, Becky, and Seth brainstorm ideas for Halloween.

You walked into the living room where you knew both of your significant others would be. The scene before you didn't surprise you. Your boyfriend Seth was sitting in his favorite chair playing madden and your girlfriend Becky was sitting on the couch reading a book. Seth Rollins and Becky Lynch and you have been dating for three years now. The three of you were very happy. You met them when you got drafted to Raw from smackdown and became fast friends.

"We need to start thinking about our Halloween Costumes. You got any ideas?" You asked them as you moved to sit next to Becky on the couch. You knew you still had some time before Halloween but you've been on tick tock and that's all the videos you've been seeing were about.

"It's way too early to start thinking about Halloween. It isn't for another three months, so do we really have to decide this now?" Becky asked you as she sat the book she was reading on the coffee table in front of her. Seth who overheard your conversation paused the game he was playing and turned to look over at you with a smile.

"I vote for Harry Potter. I can be a Slytherin, Becky can be a Gryffindor, and you could be a Hufflepuff." Seth told you as he stood up and moved to sit next to you on the couch. You rolled your eyes at him. The three of you were that last year, there was no way you are gonna be that again this year.

"We are not doing Harry Potter, we were that last year! Becky, please back me up on this!" You asked her. You didn't want to be Hogwarts students again, you didn't even want to do it the first time.

"She's right, we were Harry Potter last year. We aren't doing that again this year" Becky told them before biting her lip and trying to think of a costume idea. She still thought it was way too early to think about Halloween. We were still in August, Halloween wasn't for a couple of months. But if her girlfriend and boyfriend were gonna do this, might as well throw some ideas out there as well.

"Okay, what about ketchup and mustard and a hot dog?" Becky asked you and Seth. You both shook your head.

"What about Poison ivy, the joker, and Harley Quinn?" Seth suggested to the two of you. Becky was okay with that idea, you on the other hand was only okay with it if you got to be the Joker.

"I'm okay with being the joker, I would look awesome as the joker." You told them as you crossed your arms across your chest and leaned back into the couch.

"No, if we are doing that one I want to be the joker," Seth said slightly glaring at you with a pout on his face. "Besides you would make a way hotter Harley. Plus you kinda act like her" Seth said muttering the last part. You threw the throw pillow that was next to Becky at him, it ended up hitting him in the face.

"Case in point. Thank you for proving my point." Seth told you as he smiled and quickly moved to sit next to Becky to avoid getting hit again.

"What about Ariel, Prince Eric, and Ursula," You asked them but they immediately shot it down.

"No, Prince Eric sucks. So does the little mermaid. I still think we should be Joker, Harley, and Poison Ivy." Seth complained. He kissed Becky's cheek before resting his head on Becky's shoulder.

"No, you don't!" You started to say, you knew what Seth was doing. He was trying to butter Becky up so she would agree with his idea. Well, two can play at that game, you thought as you stood up basically pushing yourself onto Becky's lap. You wrapped your arms around her neck as you laid your head on her chest. "Becky, baby don't you think you would be a great Ariel? Instead of Poison Ivy?"

Becky laughed at the both of you. She tightened her hold around your waist as she kissed your cheek. "I got a better idea. What if we three dress up as the three stooges?"

Seth and you shared a look, you both knew that wasn't gonna happen. You sighed as you leaned in to kiss Becky's lips before standing up. "Okay Becks, we can be the three stooges next year. This year we will be Harley, Ivy, and joker." You reluctantly said. It was better than the three stooges, that's for sure.

Seth walked over to you pulling you into a quick kiss. "Yes, I knew you would see things my way! You are gonna make a smoking hot Harley Quinn. "

You smirked at him and nodded. "I would make a sexy Harley Quinn, but I'm gonna make an even better Joker."

You noticed the smile fall off his face as you left the room chuckling to yourself.

"Any idea on how to get her to give that idea up?" Seth asked as he turned to Becky. Becky shook her head as she grabbed her book from the coffee table.

"I already helped you get your way with the Halloween costume, this one you are on your own," Becky told him as she went back to her book. Never a dull moment with her two lovers.

(A/N I don't own anything but the plot. I hope you enjoyed reading. Thank you :).

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Déjà Vécu: Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Hunky Dory

Characters: Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader (no use of y/n), James Potter, Petter Pettigrew, Lily Evans, Mary MacDonald

Summary: Someone is catching on to Remus' furry little problem.

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+ only!, angst, anxiety/overwhelming feelings, language, mentions of death and self harm.

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She didn’t speak to Remus for the rest of the evening, in fact, she avoided the boys altogether. During the Halloween Feast, she sat with her fellow Hufflepuffs making polite conversation and trying to enjoy the festivities. The Great Hall had been completely transformed for the occasion. Instead of the usual floating candles, there now hovered glowing jack-o-lanterns, casting an amber hue over the tables below; the sky above transfigured into a stormy night, including sporadic flashes of lighting and scattering bats that swooped low over the tables, scaring a few of the newer students.

She overheard a 5th year talking about the party that was going to be held in the Hufflepuff common room tonight, and she made a mental plan to try and sneak out somewhere quiet without being noticed. Across the hall, she could see her friends at the Gryffindor table laughing and joking around, all except for Remus, that is. He sat beside Sirius, stone faced and staring at his plate of food, of which he was pushing around aimlessly with a fork. She thought back to what he said earlier: people like us. He had stared right at her as he said it. Like us? What could he have meant by “us”? Remus wasn’t a muggleborn, his father’s a wizard, though he did talk about muggle things often thanks not only to his mum, but by hanging out with her and Lily; none of which she could justify labeling as “unacceptable and subhuman”.

A loud clap of charmed thunder echoed through the hall, signaling that dinner was over and dessert would be appearing shortly. She took this as an opportunity to sneak out and head back to her dormitory, eager to get a head start on trying to find a hiding spot to avoid the noise of tonight’s party.

She quickly slipped out of the large doors, padding down the corridors as silently as possible. Inside her dorm, she grabbed a few things including her sketchbook and a pencil, throwing them into her bag before heading out. Students were starting to fill the hallways, milling about and discussing their plans for tonight. As she turned a corner to the main floor, someone collided directly into her person.

“Oh! Sorry,” she steadied herself to find Peter staring back at her.

“Where’re you headed? I didn’t see you in the Great Hall…” he sounded a little sad.

She began to continue walking, Peter following beside as they wound their way up the stairs.

“I was there for a bit, over at my table, but I left a little early.”

“Are you coming to the party tonight in our tower?” Pete asked hopefully, pausing on one of the staircases as it shifted, moving across and coming to a rest at a separate entranceway.

She shook her head, slightly annoyed that now she would have to find another way up to the astronomy tower, “No, sorry. I just…don’t feel like partying tonight, I guess.”

Pete groaned, “That means it’ll just be me, James, and Sirius, and you know how they get,”

She smiled, knowing full well the weird line between friendship and romance those two seemed to teeter on, “…what about Remus?”

He shook his head, “He isn’t really speaking to any of us. I asked him earlier about it and he just ignored me. He gets like this sometimes so I’m not—“

“—what do you mean ‘he gets like this’?” She stopped abruptly in an empty corridor, spinning on her heel to face him.

“He just…gets weird? It happened last month too, he just gets angry and moody for a stretch and we all give him space. He’ll be over it eventually,” Peter shrugged.

The gears in her head started turning, and she very much desired to go to the library. She checked her watch, it would be closing in a half hour so there was no point in making the trip now. Maybe tomorrow…

“I’m gonna post up somewhere and do some reading, Pete. Can you do me a favor?” She smiled sweetly at him as he nodded.

“Can you keep an eye on Remus? Just…make sure he’s okay?”

Peter inclined his head again in confirmation, wishing her a good night before heading back down to Gryffindor Tower.

The Astronomy Tower wasn’t too far now, just up another winding staircase. As she carefully maneuvered each stone step in the dark, Remus continued to float through her mind. His chosen phrases of “people like us”, “subhuman and unworthy” echoing on a loop through her conscious.

She wasn’t sure what exactly, but he was hiding something.

The tower was dark, except for the strips of moonlight illuminating the open circular floor. She sat by one of the open archways, dumping her bag and pulling out the sketchbook. Looking out over the Black Lake, she was in awe of how beautiful the landscape was. The Forbidden Forrest was pitch dark, the rusting of trees heard faintly through the night accompanied by the occasional coo of a passing owl. The almost full moon glistened against the choppy water, creating thousands of shimmering diamonds atop the lake. It had been three months since she found out this world existed, weeks since she started attending Hogwarts, and it all still did not seem real.

She started to sketch, trying to capture any ounce of the beauty on paper. So engrossed in her work, she didn’t hear the footsteps ascending the stairs; not until they were right beside her.

“Jesus—Remus!” She exhaled a sharp breath, clutching her chest in fear.

He smiled slightly, taking a seat against a stone pillar across from her and staring out at the view, “Sorry, I thought you heard me, I wasn’t exactly trying to be quiet.”

“I wasn’t paying attention,” she went back to drawing, “…what’re you doing up here anyway.”

“Looking for you,” he met her eyes as she looked up from the paper, “Pete told me you were up here…”

She hummed in acknowledgement, going back to her sketch.

“I brought you something,” he raised his eyebrows.

“What is it,” she didn’t look at him, still hurt from his outburst earlier and his subsequent avoidance.

“…an apology,” he placed a bottle in front of her, and she furrowed her brows.

“It’s butterbeer,” he chuckled, “I knew you probably haven’t tried it, so I wanted to be the first to introduce you.”

She reached out and took the cold bottle in her hand, watching as he opened the cap for her. It smelled like butterscotch, and though hesitant at first, she took a sip to find that it tasted almost like cream soda, only a million times better.

“This is…amazing! Where did you get this?”

Remus laughed, “I stole one from the common room before I left, no one seemed to notice.”

She held the bottle out to him, and he gladly took a swig.

“I’m sorry for how I acted earlier, I was a right git to you—“

“—and to James, and Sirius, and Peter—“

He glared over the bottle at her, “—Yes, I know. I’ll make amends with them later, but right now I’m trying to apologize to my best friend.”

The phrase took her aback, startled at the vocalization of something she had been feeling since they met on the train. Remus Lupin was her best friend, only she had been too terrified to ever admit it out loud.

She slid over beside him, leaning against the stone and squirming into his side, “You’re forgiven, though I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t physically attack another student ever again, even if they are a slimy, arrogant, wanker.”

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer as they both gazed out over the grounds, “I promise to try my best…”

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, finishing off the bottle and listening to the wind blow through the turrets of the ancient castle.

“Rem,” she whispered, her head falling to his shoulder, “…are you alright?”

He hummed in response, something she didn’t want to push at the moment.

“Are you going to Sirius’ birthday party?” She looked up at him, watching as his eyes shut and his head fell back against the stone.

“When is it again?” His voiced sounded strained.

“This Friday…”

Remus nodded after a moment, eyes remaining closed as she shifted against his side. She watched as his mouth twitched into what could only be categorized as a grimace.

———

November 2nd, 1971

“Whoever decided that scheduling double potions on a Tuesday was a good idea, needs to be fired,” she groaned as Peter escorted her to the Great Hall for dinner. The first year Gryffindor’s had a free schedule after a morning Transfiguration class, so the other boys were already waiting. Peter, always the gentleman, offered to meet her after class so she wouldn’t have to walk up alone from the dungeons, a notion she greatly appreciated. The dungeons never ceased to make her feel uneasy, something about the lack of windows, or light in general, made her feel isolated and was borderline suffocating.

They made their way into the hall towards the Gryffindor table, and she saw James’ unruly hair before she set eyes on the rest of them. As they walked up, she noticed an extra spot; Remus was absent again.

“Where’s the other Musketeer?” She pointed at the empty space beside her as she swung a leg over the bench.

James swallowed a gulp of pumpkin juice, “Sick, said something about a headache again?”

Her brows furrowed, “Is he back in the infirmary?”

James nodded sadly, helping himself to another spoonful of potatoes.

It had been exactly a month since he was last in the hospital, she thought back. It was too late to go and see Remus, the infirmary closed just before dinner had begun. She’d have to wait to check on him until the morning. Speaking of tomorrow…

“How does it feel,” she asked Sirius, “eating your last meal as an eleven-year-old?”

He sighed wistfully, running a hand through his hair, “It feels great. I’ll let you know tomorrow what it’s like being a grown-up—“

She threw a bread roll at him, “You’ll only be twelve, you idiot…”

As he picked it up to toss back, James grabbed it from his hands, “Knock it off, both of you. It’s not polite to throw food.”

Both she and Sirius stared at him in shocked confusion.

“Who are you,” she annunciated, “and what have you done with the real James Potter?”

Sirius leaned across the table to whisper, “Look who just sat down—“

She glanced to the left of James, and saw Lily Evans chatting with a few other Gryffindor girls within earshot.

“—he’s been trying to act ‘more mature’ to get on her good side lately. It’s really been putting a damper on things,” Sirius rolled his eyes as James blatantly ignored them. He instead chose to stare longingly at the little redhead, to which she eventually caught on to and promptly turned away. James sighed and continued eating.

The entire exchange was not lost on Sirius, who immediately locked eyes with her across the table, raising his eyebrows in a silent “yikes”.

“So,” she changed the subject, “what’s the plan for your party this weekend?”

———

November 5th, 1971

She’d barely seen Remus the entire week leading up to the party in Gryffindor Tower. The day after he had missed dinner, she went to the hospital wing that morning before class only to find him already gone. Madam Pomfrey said he had been released on orders to rest in his dorm, and since she was already running late to History of Magic, she couldn’t go up to pay him a visit. During their shared Charms class, he sat beside her as usual, but the two had zero chance to talk about anything other than the proper wand motion for a body-binding curse. As they listened to Professor Graves’ lecture, she noticed Remus was breathing a little weird; not full-on wheezing, but inhaling definitely seemed to be a bit of a struggle. When class was dismissed, he quickly muttered something about running to the library before taking off completely, leaving her alone in the emptying classroom.

The night of Sirius’s birthday party couldn’t have come soon enough, and by Friday evening she was practically skipping up to Gryffindor Tower.

“Occultatum,” she announced at the portrait, heart skipping a beat as she was granted passage through.

She could hear the music as she walked through the short tunnel that led to the common room, the smell of the fireplace and over arching sweetness of candy and butterbeer permeating the air. As she emerged from the entranceway, Sirius and James both spotted her immediately, the two of them yelling loudly at her arrival.

“My favorite little bee made it!” Sirius grabbed her into a bear hug, while James thrusted a bottle of butterbeer into her free hand.

“Happy birthday—“ she choked out as he squeezed her, “—you’re going to break your gift, calm down!”

He quickly let go, as she shook out her arms to regain their normal blood flow.

“You brought me a gift?” He seemed shocked at the sentiment, something that gave her pause. He came from a very wealthy and well known family, why would a birthday present be something worthy of surprise?

She handed him the tightly wrapped flat parcels, and he trotted over to the fireplace to open them. Remus was lounging on the sofa looking worn out, his face brightening slightly when he saw her and Sirius sit down around the fireplace. Sirius tore open the brown paper giftwrap to expose the covers of three muggle vinyl records: Black Sabbath’s Paranoid, Led Zeppelin I, and David Bowie’s Hunky Dory. He stared at them for a moment, registering exactly what they were, and still coming up a little short.

“…They’re muggle albums. It’s music,” she said slowly, worried that she had committed some sort of major wizard faux-pas. Sirius looked up, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“These are…” he shook his head, “…this is perfect. Thank you, I just…don’t know how to play them?”

A girl she remembered as Mary chimed in from a windowsill behind the couch, “We have a record player in our room, Lils brought it from home. Want us to bring it down?”

Sirius nodded vehemently, as Mary’s curly head bounced up the stairs.

When she reemerged, James swiftly took the record player from her arms, setting it down on a table near the window.

Lily came over to show everyone how it worked, “It’s charmed so that it doesn’t require electricity, so you don’t have to plug it in or anything,” she looked directly at her and Remus, knowing that they were the only two in the general vicinity that even knew what that meant. She turned to Sirius, “Pick one,” motioning towards the three albums.

“I uh—I like the colors on this one, plus it’s like it was made for me,” he pointed to the Black Sabbath logo on the front, making her smirk.

“Good choice,” she murmured, “this is one of my dad’s favorites. He was very excited when I asked him to send it to me.”

He stared back at her, eyes widening, “You had your father owl-post these?”

She nodded like it was no big deal, and he watched with silent gratitude as she placed the vinyl onto the turntable and pulled the needle over.

Generals gathered in their masses

Just like witches at black masses

Evil minds that plot destruction

Sorcerers of death’s construction

It’s one thing to experience love in the first person, but to witness someone else fall in love is something else entirely. Watching Sirius Black fall in love with muggle rock n’ roll was something she wanted to remember for the rest of her life.

The moment he heard Ozzy Osbourne’s vocals, his eyes closed, and she watched as he was transported. He listened intently as the verse progressed, eventually opening his eyes and settling them directly on her. His gaze said every thank you that needed to be expressed.

The rest of the night was filled with violent games of Exploding Snap, accompanied by the background sounds of Sirius’ new records. On the second go-around of Hunky Dory, she got up from the floor in front of the couch and looked for Remus. He was nowhere to be found in the common room.

She asked around, finally finding out from James that he had apparently been seen walking up to their dorm, complaining of a headache again. Seeing as how the other three boys were within sight, she knew he was alone and decided to see if everything was alright.

Following the direction James had pointed in, she found their dorm up a set of spiral stone steps. Knocking first, she slowly opened the door when an answer wasn’t received.

“Hey…” she whispered as she spotted him lying in bed, arm over his eyes.

He hummed in response, moving his arm to look at her. His eyes were slightly bloodshot, and she didn’t know if it was from the late night or something else entirely.

“…You okay?” She sat down next to him, brushing a stray hair from his face.

“You ask me that a lot,” he closed his eyes again.

“Stop worrying me, and I won’t have to.”

The noise he made bordered on a growl, “I’m sorry…”

“Remus, please…talk to me, I know something is going on…” she pleaded.

“I—I can’t…I’m sorry…” his voice was filled with restraint, his eyes stayed closed to avoid looking at her disappointed face.

“I can’t make you talk to me…but is there anything I can do to help you?” She was almost begging for him to give any tiny shred of insight into his world at this point.

“Would you…will you stay with me?” He whispered, sounding much younger than he was.

She nodded, no questions asked, curling up beside him as he buried his face in the covers.

———

As she opened her eyes, the realization set in that she couldn’t move her legs. Looking down at the end of the bed, Sirius was passed out sideways across her and Remus’s lower halves, clutching one of his vinyls. Beside her, Remus faced the far wall, but she could tell by his breathing that he was still sound asleep. As gently as possible, she pried her legs free from under Sirius’ body, slipping out of the dorm and down the staircase. The common room was quiet, save for the soft snores coming from a sleeping James on the couch, a few other older Gryffindor’s were strewn about the place as well. The only other person awake was Peter, sitting on the floor near the fireplace playing wizard chess against himself. She walked over and leaned over the back of the couch carefully as to not wake James.

“Hey,” she whispered, making Pete jump slightly.

“Wanna go to the library with me? I need your medical expertise,” she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

He smiled, “I’d use that term loosely…”

“Don’t sell yourself short, you know more about healing that any of us,” she frowned.

He put on a serious face, considering her offer, “Can we get breakfast first?”

———

Clutching three heavy tomes against her chest, she reached up for a fourth in the Magical Maladies section of the library. Behind her, Pete was bored and skimming over the titles on an adjacent shelf.

“What’s this for again?” He whined.

“I told you, I have an essay due about healing werewolf bites that I still haven’t started,” It wasn’t entirely a lie, she did have an essay for Defense Against the Dark Arts, but it was already completed and turned in. She had breezed through it earlier in the week, not realizing the clues were right under her nose the entire time.

Pete took some of the books out of her arms, leading them over to a secluded table. She pulled out a notebook and quill and began searching through the closest text for a chapter mentioning lycanthropy, “Pete, tell me everything you know about werewolves.”

Turns out, Peter knew a lot more about werewolves than he let on. His mother, being a healer for many years, had seen the worst of it, including numerous werewolf attacks. He didn’t know much about the semantics, but he explained the symptoms of lycanthropy and how one wouldn’t normally come across a werewolf in everyday life, so they weren’t really studied often.

“—but how would you even know? They’re regular people up until the full moon,” she whispered.

“I suppose you wouldn’t,” he thought, “but all I know is that a lot of them take themselves out of the public eye…one way or another.”

Her stomach dropped, “…what do you mean?”

Peter swallowed, “I’ve heard some of them, after they’ve been attacked. Mum’s healed a few at home. I’ll never forget their cries…they beg to be taken out…they’d rather die than live with it.”

The room started to warp.

She wanted to cry, or scream, or both.

More importantly, she wanted to hug Remus and never let go.

———

She didn’t clue Peter in on her actual motives, nor did he seem to wise up to them on his own. They parted after the library, and she headed back to her dorm while Pete met the others for lunch. As much as she wanted to see her friends, she needed to collect her thoughts before she came face-to-face with Remus again.

Reading the notes from earlier, she sat cross legged on her bed with the curtains drawn. Everything was making sense now; the monthly disappearances, the outbursts before an “unexplained illness”, the scars she had seen on his neck and hands that day on the train. From what she had read, lycanthropy was highly stigmatized and people inflicted with the ailment were usually shunned from society. No one could catch on to what she knew, it would have detrimental effects to the one person she cared about more than anything.

No one could find out that her best friend was a werewolf.

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A snake’s plaything | Fifth year || Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 4 | Avoid you

A month had nearly passed and Violetta saw Sebastian rarely. She heard that right after classes he needed to go to detention until dinner. In class tho, he just stared at her or ignored her completely. During breaks, Sebastian would always linger around her but at a great distance, glaring at her and whispering to the blind Slytherin student, Ominis Gaunt.

Somehow Violetta felt bad for Sebastian. This whole situation could have been avoided so easily. Also, she heard about the faith of his twin sister Anne.

All in all, Violetta felt like a terrible human.

Violetta sat next to Amit at the breakfast table. Looked down at the papers Professor Ronan gave her. She read the words but in her head, they made no sense.

'Your mind is still on that boy isn't it?' Amit asked while taking his cup.

'Yes... I mean it was my fault too.'

'Violetta, he had it coming with his actions.'

'I think I should apologize.' Violetta spoke.

'Maybe that's not a good idea.' Astoria joined in. 'He is mad to the point where I think that he wouldn't even accept it.' Violetta looked down.

'I feel like shit.'

'I can believe you that but I must note one thing, that duel was insane! Even tho it was short.' Astoria said and looked at Violetta. Astoria's expression softened. 'Maybe he will accept the apology.'

Herbology was nearly over and Violetta was trembling inside. The whole lesson long she prepared her words. Hector Weasley, a Gryffindor boy related to professor Weasley somehow overheard the conversation at breakfast and told her that Slytherin and Gryffindor had potion class together.

Violetta looked at Sebastian, who ignored her this entire lesson. Finally, professor Garlick finished and the students parted ways. Violetta walked after the Slytherins toward the dungeons.

'Sebastian.' She said loudly to make him notice her in the chaos of voices. Violetta knew that he heard her but he choose to ignore her.

'Sebastian, wait!' Violetta spoke and she reached up to him. He still didn't notice her. She grabbed his arm.

'Sebastian, please I...'

'I heard you the first time.' Sebastian cut her off and slapped her hand away. Violetta looked at him worried. His eyes just showed coldness and dislike toward her.

'I want...'

'I know, you want to apologize for what happened...' Sebastian cut her off again. 'I could guess it, but to be honest, your apology is way too late. You should have apologized weeks ago.'

'Weeks ago, you would have tried to murder me!' Violetta defended herself. Her cheeks burned red with guilt.

'You are unbelievably stupid, Violetta.' Sebastian said with spite. 'Just leave me alone, avoid me like you did the whole time! Don't waste your time with me.' With those words, he left her speechless. She watched after him. Violetta felt so empty. Somehow it broke her heart. But why did her heart feel like this now? It made no sense.

Someone tapped on her shoulder. Violetta turned around and was surprised to see Ominis Gaunt behind her.

'Violetta, I need to talk with you somewhere private.' Ominis said quietly.

Violetta closed the door of the empty classroom and walked over to Gaunt. His grey eyes looked right through her. He leaned against a table with crossed arms.

'I already know what happened at the clock tower and I know that you heard about his sister. Since the school year started he is very quick to anger. I don't know why, it's not in his person to behave like this.' Ominis said and dropped his hands.

'I just feel insanely bad. I should have just listened to Amit.'

'Sometimes you need to do mistakes to see the right way. If you would have choose Amit's way you may have never realized that Sebastian likes you.' Violetta didn't believe her ears.

'Like me? He fucking hates me!' She laughed and shook her head.

'Oh, you don't know it yet!' Ominis spoke with a smile. Violetta got suspisious. What didn't she know yet?

'What do you mean?'

'When Sebastian got into Figg's office, he was asked if someone else was in the library. Figg knew that a second person was there.' Ominis explained. 'But Sebastian always said that he was alone. Even after multiple questionings he never ratted you out to the teachers. They even notified his uncle about Sebastian's behavior.' Violetta felt a deep hole in her stomach. All this time he caught the trouble for her. Now she felt even worse.

Violetta looked at the cold stone floor. Why was she like this? Her anger fused with guilt.

Her eyes started to get watery. She felt a lump in her throat. She let out a sad noise. Violetta bit her lip while she felt tears running down her cheeks.

'I just bring trouble.' She sobbed and wiped her tears away. Then something happened.

Ominis wrapped her arms around her. He laid his head on hers. Violetta just gave into his hug. She just needed someone to hold her.

'It is okay, you couldn't know.' Ominis said and petted her back softly while she cried harder.

But none of them knew that they got watched. Sebastian saw Ominis holding her, being there for her. His heart felt like it was shattering. How could Violetta do this to him?

He clenched his fist and punched the cold stone wall next to him, then he left for his class with blood dripping down his knuckles.

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A Happy Christmas (G. W.)

Synopsis: It’s Christmas at Hogwarts, and Sorah has no home to go to. Her plans to stay at Hogwarts spin out, though, when George Weasley makes it his mission to take her home for the holidays. (4.1k)

Warnings: mentions of no family/home, George being a smidge pushy, arguments, mentions of a fear of intimacy, fluff, afab OC, kissing, cuddling—let me know if I missed anything! <3

A/N: this is my first fic of hopefully many on here, so I appreciate any likes/reblogs/comments! Summary does this one NO justice it’s super fluffy and cozy :)

Christmas was always different for Sorah. School was predictable. Holidays were not. What was typically a season of tradition and celebration for most, was more like a scramble for shelter to her.

Since starting at Hogwarts, she’d found much more ease in the winter months. She would be welcome at Hogwarts, she had somewhere to stay. Still, she always experienced a spike in anxiety—a kind of phantom-pain—when Christmas rolled around. Which might explain her adversity to talking about it.

At the Gryffindor table, unfortunately, it was all anyone was talking about. It was like the whole house woke up and decided to do a round-robin game of where’s-everyone-going-for-the-holidays.

It made Sorah feel sick. In her house-mates' questions she heard Ministry officials’ voices— ‘where are you going to stay, now?’

Eventually the roundabout game from hell landed on her. Seamus, a few feet down the table hollered up at her, pulling her focus from the sweat on her palms.

“Oy, Brighton! What d’ya reckon you’re doing for the holidays?”

She knew he meant well. They all did—no one knew she had nowhere to go. It wasn’t something she’d shared with anyone at Hogwarts. Or really…anyone at all.

She’d had her answer brewing for 10 minutes, cultivating a nonchalant enough response between bites of scrambled eggs. ‘Sticking around, again. Maybe I'll floo home from Hogsmeade for Christmas morning, but I need to finish my arithmancy project.’

It was seamless. Sorah was almost proud of the addition about flooing home—it didn’t mention any parents but they’d all put them in the picture. It was a perfect white lie.

Before she could speak, though, a mischievous voice began instead.

“Sorah’s spending Christmas with us, isn’t that right Freddie?” Across from her, two identical faces grinned at Sorah. Her face—bathed in confusion—only made their smiles giddier.

“Right Georgie, we convinced her to finally stop studying and have some fun for once.” Little Ginny popped up from a ways down, apparently having overheard. Merlin, was everyone listening?

“Brighton’s coming? Really?” Her eyes were sparkling at Sorah with excitement, and the rest of the table (that wasn’t listening already) turned expectantly with her.

So, Sorah had to make a choice. Go to Christmas with the Weasleys, who she’d only recently acquainted—or tell everyone at the Gryffindor table that the twins were lying for some reason and risk exposing her secret. Not exactly a tough decision. The twins were chaotic, yes, but nothing would be worse than people treating her like a charity case.

Plus, if she refused the twin’s offer, she’d certainly have to explain herself to them. She was no stranger to how relentless they were.

Sorah suddenly felt very bare under their watchful gaze. Did they know already? Did Ginny?

What if they only like me because they feel bad for me, Sorah worried, but dispelled the idea from her mind in seconds. Logically, there was no way they knew. The only people who knew were Ministry officials, and she’d requested complete discretion.

The Weasley twins were just made of mischief, they were messing with her. That was all. Maybe they didn’t even want her to come. Still, she played along.

“Right, yeah, I’d almost forgotten.” She looked over at Seamus and lamely announced, “There’s your answer, Finnegan.”

Fred and George gave each other a victorious glance before answering Ginny’s—who’d moved down the table to sit by them—burning questions. Sorah stood, collecting her things and heading off to Herbology without a word.

A tension she didn’t realize she was carrying fell off the Gryffindor's shoulders in the entrance hall—away from prying eyes. She could finally walk with a slouch and stop worrying about what she looked like. That is, until a pair of footsteps snuck up behind her and her name was being called.

“Brighton.” It was a twin, that much she knew—though she wasn’t sure which one. That was the best part about them, in her opinion. They were always together. They were always Fred and George, no need to discern one from the other.

Except now only one stood before her. It was annoying, the way her day kept throwing curve balls at her.

“Look Weasley, if you tracked me down to tell me it was a joke, there’s no need. I’m not daft, I know one of your little pranks when I see it. You should tell Ginny, though.”

“What?” He startled, apparently not expecting her cold tone. “What makes you think it’s a prank?” His face was deceptively confused, though Sorah didn’t buy it for a second.

“I dunno, because it’s what you two do,” she snapped, stating it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The twin—she still didn’t know which one—looked almost hurt that she’d think so lowly of them.

“Sure, but never with things like this,” he insisted quietly, almost secretly—and Sorah felt her stomach twisting with dread. He knows. Her skin burned at the thought, at the pity in his eyes.

“Things like what,” she challenged furiously. His eyes flicked to the floor and he rubbed his neck before he met her gaze again.

“Christmas,” he said in a quiet, matter-of-fact tone. “We don’t invite just anyone to Weasley Christmases, Brighton.”

“Really?” She asked, meanly—totally unconvinced.

“Refusing would be very unwise.” Sorah felt her icy front melt a bit at that, suddenly remembering how fun the twins could be.

“Merlin, you sounded like Malfoy, just then,” she teased lightly, trying to coax an impersonation out of him. If she did, she��d know it was Fred—he’d do impressions of anyone.

But this twin only laughed and shook his head, so she assumed she’d been talking to George. Sorah took the chance to note something about him that would help her discern one twin from the other later on. His smile was slanted—to the left, she noticed—and his laugh was smooth and low. Nothing like the hyena cackle she’d related the twins to. Huh.

In her studious task, she failed to notice herself staring even after George stopped laughing (and began staring, too). Sorah had no idea how long they’d been standing and staring at each other, only that the trickle of students coming from breakfast was quickly turning into a pour. George seemed to notice this, too, smiling again and starting to cut away.

“I’ll think on it, Weasley. Give me the day.”

George grinned, said “see you in a bit.” Before he turned away he gave her a signature Weasley twin wink.

Cheeky little bastard.

—

It took the whole day for it to sink in. The twins invited her to Christmas.

More than once she’d considered it was a prank and George only followed her out to make sure it’d work. But a piece of her wanted to believe it, too.

At lunch she sat with Ginny (or, Ginny sat with her, but Sorah didn’t mind), who gushed animatedly about her mums cooking, about family quidditch matches, and fireworks on New Years.

“We used to not be allowed, but last year the twins got Bill to convince mum and there was this big red lion head that roared and Fred made one of Percy’s sour face—“

“Can I ask you something,” Sorah blurted, drawn from her thoughts. Ginny—still fidgeting with excitement—nodded for her to continue. “Why’d the twins invite me to Christmas, do you think?”

Ginny thought for a moment before answering.

“It wasn’t exactly the twins, was it,” was all she decided to say.

“What do you mean by that?”

“They’re both good at playing along with the other’s plots,” Ginny explained evasively, “but personally? I don’t think it was Fred’s idea to invite you.”

“Okay, fine, say it was just George then. That still doesn’t explain why.”

Ginny shrugged her shoulders and hummed in uncertainty. “No idea. Maybe ‘cause you’re cool. All I know is that those two rarely make plans alone.”

Sorah sat with those words for the rest of lunch and classes after. Her final lesson of the day—Herbology in the Wild, a new elective—was spent by the Black Lake. The task was to locate five aquatic plant species (the focus of their curriculum at the moment) and document their observations, including a sketch.

She’d found a Sirenflower easily enough, and had now—undeterred by the frigid December temperature—ditched her shoes, socks, and robe to wade into the water.

In the midst of her search, a familiarly smooth voice interrupted her.

“Fancied a swim, Brighton?” The sun from behind Sorah shined just right, illuminating George casually leaning on a nearby tree. She ignored his jest and let her burning question loose, suddenly emboldened.

“You are George, aren’t you?” She watched one eyebrow quirk upwards, and quickly added, “And don’t lie, or I’ll know.”

He considered her for a few moments, and Sorah could see his eyes spark with something before he slowly shook his head.

“Try again, sweetheart,” he disagreed. His eyes had a smugness in them as he continued, and his smile pulled to the left. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, me and George are one and the same. It was a fifty-fifty cha—“

“No, you’re lying.” It wasn’t a question. George smiled that lopsided grin at her.

“You’re good,” was all he said.

She continued wading through the lake then, and he followed her on the shore—conveniently scooping her abandoned clothes up so they wouldn’t get buried in snow.

“Why’d you invite me to Christmas, George?” Sorah used her wand to illuminate what looked like a freshwater dragonsnare, but it was only a talking clam. “Or I guess I shouldn’t say invited—more like I was tricked.”

“Tricked?” He spluttered, feigning offense. At Sorah’s less-than-amused glance toward him his mischief softened into something akin to verity. “You don’t want to come?”

“I’d be perfectly fine staying here. I always do,” she insisted, albeit a bit quietly. In truth, she did want to go, she just wasn’t sure she trusted George’s intentions.

“Doesn’t mean you always have to.” His response was just as quiet, if not quieter. Panic was rising slowly in Sorah’s throat. He knows, he knows, he knows.

She wanted to grab him by the ear and pinch until he confessed—but there was a very real possibility that he knew nothing at all.

“You haven’t answered my question,” she pointed out.

“If you don’t feel welcome—“

“It’s not that, George, it’s—!”

“Look,” he began, “I’ve already told my mum. So either you come, or…”

Sorah gawked in disbelief. There it was, unraveled from any sweet-talking or niceties. An ultimatum.

“Tricked,” she scoffed.

“And if I was tricking you? Would that really be so bad, Sorah, to be tricked into spending Christmas with my family?”

Sorah took sudden interest in her assignment again, wading further into a shallow bank. George waited on dry land.

Upon finding a patch of melograss, she finally spoke again.

“Toss me my journal?” Her hands dipped into the freezing water to inspect the specimen. When she heard no response from George she stood with a huff, only to find him right beside her. He’d shed his robes and things as well, following her into the freezing lake—shivering the whole way. In his right hand was her journal.

“It’s bloody cold. You could freeze to death out here.” Sorah just sighed and cast a warming charm on him. His thanks were only met with her outstretched palm.

“My journal, please,” she demanded impatiently. To her dismay, he held it above his head instead.

“Say you’ll come.”

Sorah—ever so stubborn—did not. Her journal was whipping into her hand in seconds, courtesy of a wordless accio. Not a word was uttered after, either—Sorah merely crouched again to better see the plant. Defeated, George stood and observed her as she scribbled notes.

“What is it?” Sorah hummed half-heartedly in response, not quite wanting him to elaborate. She didn’t want to talk about Christmas anymore. George was far too good at dancing around what he really meant, and Sorah far too incapable of identifying what’s true. So she just hummed. “That plant, what’s it called?”

Sorah didn’t give him any more than the name—her tone clipped for additional emphasis. She hoped he would turn tail and wade back to shore, but knew better by then.

“Right…what’s it do?”

“Well,” Sorah let out a long exhale, “it’s not known for its usefulness—more for the legend surrounding it. It’s commonly said that if a mermaid consumed melograss, its song could be heard above water. Many herbologists and monster-experts believe that’s the origin of sirens in muggle mythology, and the false duplicity of mermaid species in early texts. There’s much more on mermaid tricks and why most have stopped using natural magics, but it’s—what?”

George cursed his stupid grin for stopping her ramblings, but he couldn’t seem to chase it from his lips. How she could go on so long about a patch of grass and make it interesting was beyond him.

“Go on.”

Sorah was apprehensive, staring up at George from her position hunched over—gauging the mirth in his eyes. She wouldn’t be made fun of for being educated. But there was none whatsoever.

“There’s much more, but it’s quite complex. It involves the mer-peoples’ political history as well as their religion—so its base threads are quite long.”

“Mermaid politics?” George asked, and when she looked up there was much humor in his eyes again. She stood to meet his gaze.

“They’re quite sophisticated, I’ll have you know. You’d be surprised. They’re intelligent—just the same as you and me, just…different.”

“Different how?”

“Well, the gills for one,” Sorah joked.

“Oh the gills, how’d I forget them,” George laughed, Sorah joining him.

They spent entirely too long inspecting the mundane patch of grass—Sorah guiding George’s hands to the small bumps on the underside of each blade.

When she finally moved on, George went with her. Two pairs of eyes raked through the shallows now, the sound of water parting around their ankles breaking the silence.

After finding her last specimen, they turned back to fetch their forgotten clothing.

“George?”

The redhead looked over at her, studying her face—cheeks and nose rosy from the cold air. He felt the tension rising between them again.

“Yes?” Sorah seemed to think for a while, her eyes cast up toward the trees. When she spoke, a forced smile on her face, George could feel the substance of her thoughts slip through his fingers.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“I have a free period,” he said simply, taking her arm to pull her to a stop. “What’d you really want to ask?”

She sighed.

“Why didn’t you just ask me to come to Christmas?”

And the tension resumed, her wall rising slowly between them.

“Well…you’d have said no.”

“As is my right, Weasley,” Sorah said, beginning to bristle.

“Yeah, and you use it to push everyone around you away,” he mumbled.

“What? I don’t—I don’t push anyone away, that’s—“

George interrupted her angrily, not caring if she knew he’d been observing her anymore, now pointing out everything he’d noticed.

“Oh, really? Why aren’t you friends with your dorm mates then? How come you never come to parties, or Hogsmeade days? And you turned down every bloke in our year for the Yule Ball!”

Sorah reeled back, scoffing. “Is that what this is? You’re upset that I rejected you for some stupid school dance so you’re punishing me?”

“Punishing you? I just want to help you, Sorah. Merlin, I-I want to know you!” His hand was warm on her arm, solid and sure—unlike the fluttery heat of her magic. Cracks ran through his voice when he spoke once more. “I want to let you know me.”

Sorah wanted to believe in him so badly that her body felt the strain of it. It was a crushing weightless, a hesitant consumption. There was an angry frog in her throat that had been croaking for generations.

“No, you don’t.” Her protest came out in a pathetic whisper, her eyes tracing the reflections on the dark water’s surface.

George released her arm and stepped back, and she felt a choking relief. But he spoke again, quiet yet assertive.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a twin.” Sorah peeked up at him, confused at his shift of topic. He looked small, and his eyes were so open—so raw—Sorah couldn’t bear to look. “Not because I want to rid myself of Freddie, or anything. He’s my brother, I love him, I just…even if we just weren’t identical twins, at least then my face could be my own. But the way things are…I’ll always be the second half of a whole.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Sorah’s voice only shrunk the more she spoke. Her eyes were drawn to his, even when his gaze was burning her with it’s intensity.

“Because I want you to know.”

“Why?”

He stepped back into her space, his fingers pushing some hair behind her ear.

“I care about you, that’s why. I care about what you think.”

“Right—“ But George wasn’t done.

“And I can tell you’re scared to let me—or bloody anyone else in, and that’s okay. Take your time, tell me nothing, I don’t care! Just let me…be around you. That’s all I’m asking.”

“I…,” Sorah’s mind was on override, working through every nuance to his words. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” George was smiling, a small thing unlike any Sorah had ever seen on him. It wasn’t teasing or mischievous, it was shy. Reserved. Her okay hadn’t meant yes, but she thought that maybe it should.

“Mhm,” Sorah hummed, smiling.

—

The Weasley home—the Burrow, George had called it—felt grander than Hogwarts. Sorah was like a first year before it, gaping and small, marveling at what magic could entail. George pulled her along by the hand.

Inside was even better—a record spun somewhere, playing a silky smooth tune that floated through the house. To the right, in a kitchen that seemingly ran itself, pots sizzled and steamed. Sorah could smell potatoes and chicken and a hint of something sweet.

She rubber-necked all the way down the hall until she couldn’t see wooden spoons or whisks anymore, and was forced to examine the living room instead (which wasn’t much of a let-down).

George left her spinning in circles as he leapt up the stairs, yelling for his mum. Sorah was too distracted to really notice, mesmerized by the knitting needles working over a ball of yarn all on their own.

Something chimed behind her, and Sorah whirled around to see an old clock with ten-too-many hands, each with a Weasley’s face on the end of it. She noted that the group of Weasley’s who she had just arrived with was now pointing to home.

“Bill and Charlie should be coming tomorrow,” Ginny said, now standing beside Sorah. “Ever met them?”

“Not really, no.” Sorah found their faces, both hovering over work. She smiled incredulously, because ‘work’ felt incredibly vague considering what those two did for a living. “I remember them from school, though.”

Ginny smiled beside her, looking at their clock-faces, too. “I think you’ll get along.”

“Hope so,” Sorah mumbled.

George came flying down the stairs then, hair askew and jacket gone, leaving him in a waffled flannel shirt that hugged his torso. Sorah felt a little warmer.

“Gin, Mum wants you.” With that, Ginny was hurtling past George and up the stairs, a backpack carelessly slung over one shoulder. George watched Sorah from the bottom step, only speaking once the stairs stopped squeaking.

He said, “C’mon Brighton, let’s get you settled in,” but it sounded like are you okay?

She said, “Okay,” but it felt like thank you.

—

Break seemed to fly by and yet lasted forever. It felt timeless and short-lived all at once. There wasn’t a moment to mull these things over, and still Sorah thought it the whole while. Her time felt borrowed, and she devoted every minute to the boy who loaned such irreplaceable memories to her.

Cooking with his mother, ice skating on the frozen pond over the hill, cleaning the attic, walking into town—and George giving Sorah his scarf. Dancing to Molly’s old records after dinner. She’d met Bill and Charlie, as promised, and they did get along. Marvelously.

Sorah got along with everyone, in fact, and come Christmas Eve she was telling stories at breakfast, helping with the dishes at lunch, and laughing with Ginny at dinner until they were both crying over each others’ snorts. George’s insides turned gooey at the sight, and he knew his teeth couldn’t hold back the honey his tongue was secreting much longer. Couldn’t ignore the sticky-sweet words that slipped through the gaps when he was lost in her.

George couldn’t find himself that night. Not when she had tucked her feet between her favorite blanket and her favorite chair—because she had a favorite of all the things in his house, now. Certainly not when she’d opened the sweater Molly made her—embellished with a big S—and pulled it on right away, swimming in everything Weasley.

After everyone had gone to bed, leaving the two of them (Fred not without a wink), Sorah abandoned her chair for the spot beside George. She extended her blanket out and he pulled her and it over himself all at once. Her legs sat bent over his, a knee pressing comfortingly into his chest. A moment later her head laid onto his shoulder as well, and he wrapped his arm around her to run his hand along the expanse of her back.

The fire cracked in the silence, and Molly’s knitting needles clicked in a steady rhythm. Neither knew how much time passed before Sorah uttered George’s name, but his warm hand had crept under her layers to press into her side.

George hummed drowsily in response, too focused on the sensation of her fingers tracing shapes into his free palm to form words.

“Thank you. For letting me stay here,” Sorah whispered, and only their close proximity saved her words from drifting into nothing. “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

And to Sorah it felt like jumping over the Burrow to say, but George simply said, “I know,” when she was sure that he did not. She wanted to curse him for making her spell it out, but she also wanted him so badly to know.

“No, George, I…“ Her stomach was in knots, and she felt the frustration heat her face. It was like speaking a foreign language, Sorah had no clue how to translate her feelings into something George could understand. “I d-don’t—“

“Sorah,” George stopped her, his hand coming up to her face, lifting it from the crook of his neck so their eyes met. So she could see the implication of his words. “I know.”

And though she was confused, Sorah felt herself deflate with relief. She had no idea how he could know, but he did, and she was just grateful to not have to say it. Even more so that he wasn’t surprised, and that he didn’t seem to pity her the way she feared he would. His eyes just looked warm, and his fingers still moved steadily against her ribs, grounding her.

“How?” George winced a little at the question, like he didn’t think she’d like the answer, but she knew when he answered that he was telling the truth.

“My dad…he works for the ministry, yknow?” He fiddles with a strand of her hair, smooths his thumb over her temple. “I saw some paperwork I shouldn’t have. M’sorry, love.”

And she wants to curse him again, for using a nickname like love when she’s supposed to be upset with him. But she knows she only has herself to blame—because he could call her anything, and she’d be too focused on the way his lips moved to think about what he was actually saying.

Without thinking, she’s sliding one of her legs under herself, pressing her shin into his thigh so she can turn into him. So she can press a tender kiss into the corner of his mouth.

Sorah keeps her eyes closed when she pulls away, too scared to see his reaction. She feels George bring his hand to the back of her neck, feels his breath on her lips. And when her eyes flick open she glimpses his head tilting before he slots his nose next to hers to kiss her properly.

They both taste like the hot cocoa Molly made, lips soft and sweet like the marshmallows in it. Their hands roam innocently, the feeling of each other’s sweaters much softer than their own.

Something light swallows Sorah from the inside out—George’s safety is so consuming that it almost scares her. It does scare her. But she finally understands why the closeness is worth the fear.

They pull away, but neither wanders far. Sorah marvels at what his face looks like so close up, grinning and soft. She mindlessly brings a finger up to trace his lopsided smile, his crooked nose. Kisses him again. Says, “Happy Christmas, George.”

And it is.

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