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[sunnylands-world]

RAVENCLAW! 😩💙🩶

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[beaxtrice]

Bookmarks - Harry Potter | the four Houses

These bookmarks took me more time than I thought lol 'cause these days I'm lacking in creativity

[main masterlist] [daredevil bookmarks]

more bookmarks under the cut with only images (which I don't own but I really like them so I thought why not lol)

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[ellecdc]

This is my first ever time requesting and i feel a tad nervous about it. Since i don’t know how the whole thing works.

Okay so i've seen in your previous posts that you said you don't write for barty jr as a central character but imma request anyways and maybe just maybe i'm lucky and you do end up writing this request (no pressure tho sweetie)

Basically a Ravenclaw reader x reg x barty. Reader is a total sweetheart but also very witty, playful and sassy in a sweet way. and marauders are also involved in the fic. (Maybe reader is neighbors with James or maybe she's beasties with rem. I don't mind. you decide that.)

Your moonwater x reader one shot was so cute and i’m just craving more of your writing.

Anyways thank you and also if you don’t want to write for barty just replace him with another character or just ignore this whole request. 💗

🤨🤨🤨🤨 I wanted to say no on account of I really don't know that I want to write for Barty BUT....you're just too cute and I love you too much and I didn't want to say no to you on your first request [which: thanks so much for bestowing me with such an honour]. 🤨🤨🤨🤨 cheeky little minx, I bet you did that on purpose 😉

So I present to you, for possibly the only time ever on ellecdc.... poly!bartylus x Ravenclaw!reader

CW: Barty jokes (?) about wanting to kill people - very on brand for him

“Reggiiieeeee.” Barty whined as he walked into their shared dorm room where Regulus had been reading due to the fact that Barty had taken up residence in the Slytherin common room, making reading nearly impossible.

Regulus stifled a sigh and offered a begrudging “yes, my love?” as Barty belly-flopped onto the bed and muttered something (unintelligible) miserably into the velvet quilts.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Regulus asked, deciding to bookmark his place and give his boyfriend his undivided attention (anything less could end up being detrimental to both Regulus and Barty’s safety).

Barty lifted his head with a pout on his lips to look at Regulus. “How mad do you think Y/N would be if I killed Potter and his friends?”

Point proven. 

“I’m sorry, what?” Regulus deadpanned, causing Barty to groan and roll onto his side.

“It’s just she’s always spending so much time with them and they’re all so annoying. And I don’t want to tell her to not hang out with them” (that was a lie; Regulus has heard Barty tell you that the Marauders were 'no good company to keep' well over hundreds of times) “so, I thought it’d just be better if they...disappeared, you know?”

“What have you done?” Regulus groaned darkly, causing Barty to chuckle.

“Nothing! Nothing...” yet. 

“You do realize that your hit list includes my brother, right?” Regulus asked.

Barty looked at him like he was sort of stupid. “Uhm...duh, it’s called hitting two bludgers with one beater-bat. Do keep up.”

“Barty, you are going to scare her away...” Regulus pressed. “...you’re kind of scaring me away.”

Barty’s groan nearly turned into a shriek as he threw himself back down onto the bed in defeat.

“Fine. But when we’re trying to enjoy a nice moment with Y/N and Potter and his cronies interrupt, it will be all your fault.” 

And with that Barty got up and stormed out of the dorm room. Regulus sighed in relief and pulled his book back out.

So, when the three of you were wandering around Hogsmeade (i.e., you and Regulus were walking hand-in-hand whilst Barty followed, balancing precariously on the stone walls of bridges as well as some fences lining various properties (much to the shop clerks and homeowners’ chagrin), pausing to pet every cat he could find and seeing how many times he could skip stones in the pond [the answer was none, he kept throwing them too hard]), Regulus got proven wrong (somehow), and (even more importantly) Barty got proven right when Sirius, James, Peter, and Remus showed up.

“Hey guys!” You called cheerily, and Regulus was almost ashamed to admit that your sweet smile and kind voice cancelled out any chagrin that the appearance of his brother caused him.

“Hello gorgeous! Baby bro.” Sirius called with a wink, causing Regulus to roll his eyes.

“Can I help you four!?” Barty nearly screeched as he showed up seemingly out of nowhere, all but standing directly in front of you like he was trying to shield you from the sight a particularly horrifying broom crash.

“Barty...” You chided jovially, gently nudging him aside. “They’re just saying hello.”

Sirius looked rather chuffed that you had defended them. Regulus didn’t like that one bit.

“Okay, well hello. You can leave now.” Barty shouted.

“Oh, lighten up, Junior.” Remus called with a smirk. “We’re all friends here.” 

Barty scoffed. “I’d rather shit in my hands and clap than be friends with Gryffindor’s.”

“Ew.” Everyone else said in response.

“Come on, my sweet, beautiful, angelic, lovely, smart, wonderful girl. I don’t want you or our beautiful day to be tainted by such scoundrels.” He cooed at you like you were some toddler on the verge of tears from having dropped your ice cream on the ground.

You groaned a little bit but acquiesced, allowing Barty to turn your body in the opposite direction.

“Sorry guys. I’ll see you tomorrow for our study date!” You called over your shoulder, to which Barty quickly counteracted with a “no you won’t!”

“You know, love,” Regulus murmured into your ear, “you’d probably save him a little bit of grief if you at least didn’t call it a date.” 

“Perhaps. But look at him now.” You whispered back conspiratorially. “He’s holding my hand and talking a mile a minute about how much of his dad’s money he wants to spend on us at Tomes & Scroll’s.”

Regulus couldn’t help but smirk at that. 

A Ravenclaw may have been smart enough to come up with a plan like this, but only the influence of your two Slytherin boyfriends would have made you cunning enough to pull it off. 

AN: I don't know how I feel about this one bit

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[psychedeliccc]

seven | theo × reader |part 5

warnings : none I think /lmk!

word count : 715 words

a/n: I was hardcore swifting while writing this.

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"Put your lips close to mine

As long as they don't touch

Out of focus, eye to eye

'Til the gravity's too much

I'd like you to be mine

But you might not like me enough. "

Another letter. Another poetic confession.

Your heart leapt in awe.

you didn't know who sent it to you but you knew for a fact that it isn't Theodore, it couldn't be. You're the most delusional person you knew, you couldn't let them get the best of you.

You're way too out of his league, you thought to yourself. You crossed the possibility of Theodore writing you those letters completely out of your mind.

But you'd still want to find out who took the time to craft those sweet poetic letters, who would go out of their way just to make you feel loved?

Perhaps it was just some sick prank by a senior? You wouldn't spit a word of it to anyone else. That's for sure.

Words spread like hayfire at hogwarts.

Especially among the ravenclaws.

They can be treacherous at times.

You'd been thinking of taking pansy and Luna's advice,

to ask Theodore out.

You only had two years left at hogwarts and you wanted to make it count.

What's there to lose?

You can't decide if it's a choice.

You'd just get swept away.

You'd only hear the sound of your own voice,

Telling you to stay.

He might break your heart but you can't break a heart that's already torn.

You've been in relationships before and it had been gore.

You've been cheated on and used before so you already knew what you could be getting into when you'd have asked Theodore out.

You didn't say Theodore was an atrocious heartless creature but you simply couldn't risk breaking your heart, again.

The path is reckless.

The slope is treacherous.

So when you did finally build up the courage to ask him to help you with potions, you were quite shocked with his response.

...

"Theo, look I feel bad I really do, you might not want to talk to me but I wanted to ask you a favor. "

"A little too dramatic perhaps? " Theo said as he turned a page of his book. Not even glancing at you.

You were in the library.

You were alone.

It was quite.

It was perfect.

"Well anyway, I was wondering if -"

"Shhh" Madam irma shushed you as she raised her glasses over her eyebrows as a threat.

"Go on. " Theo whispered, eyes sewn to his book.

" I need help in potions. " You spurted in a quite whisper.

You felt an intense amount of regret,

You'd be smart to walk away

but you're in quicksand.

Theo kept his book down with his index finger in between as a bookmark.

You were sure he'd laugh at you in response but-

"Sure, when? " Theo replied as his azure eyes gazed into yours.

Out of focus,

Eyes to eyes.

"Wait really? "

"Did you want me to say no? "

"no."

"ragazza divertente" Theo cursed under his breath. He barely smiled but he did when it was you.

He itched his neck as he looked up at you once more.

"Take a seat. " Theodore said as he took a piece of parchment from his pocket and placed it in his book.

Funny, it looked oddly familiar.

Never mind.

Can't be.

"What time works for you? " Theo asked as you took a seat opposite to his. He scooted foward as he glimpses at your flustered face.

"Uh - 5 pm is fine. "

"I'm busy then. "

"Half past 5? "

"How about 7.30? " He argued.

"We're supposed to be in bed by 8." You finished.

"do you want to learn from the potions master or is it not important enough? " Theo's cocky grin once again imprinted on his beautiful face. His eyes burned through yours.

All we are is skin and bone.

Trained to get along.

Forever going with the flow,

but it's like friction.

"Fine then " You rolled your eyes as you left him alone.

he waved you goodbye as you left.

he said yes.

But it wasn't a date.

Just innocent lessons.

Unless,

you made it one.

You grinned as you held out your vile of felix felicis , glaring at its content.

You were cruel, absolutely vain.

And I will get you, and get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

And I just think you should, think you should know

That nothing safe is worth the drive.

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[draco-dormiens]

THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Eight

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

warnings: none that i know of :)

wc: 3381

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Chapter Eight - The Astronomy Tower

You made a pact that night to see each other more. The two of you made an agreement that twice a week you would meet in the Astronomy tower, and for the last two weeks you had been doing just that. One night he bought his set of wizard chess, and you learnt that Draco's competitiveness was off the charts, so much so he got in a strop each time you won. Another night he helped you with your History of Magic essay and you bonded over how much of a bore professor Binns was. Draco was good with words when it came to writing them, which uncovered something else about him: he could write what he couldn't say. He'd spent so long accepting others' opinions and forcing them to be his own that he'd lost the ability to speak how he feels, but in writing, he could go on and on about anything he was passionate about. You suggested to him that if he didn't know how to say it, then he should write it down for you, and that way you could understand him more. It took a day or so, but he came back with a written note that said 'I think that's a good idea'.

By the fourth week of term, you were getting along better than ever. Draco would pass you notes after classes, asking if you wanted to meet earlier or if you were free an extra day. He found it a lot easier than asking you outright, and you'd come to love his little notes. Hermione still hadn't said a thing, even though at this point she had most definitely seen him passing pieces of paper to you. It wasn't until later that week, on the Thursday, the same night you were going up to the Astronomy tower, that she said something.

"You seem to get along with Malfoy these days."

You stopped mid-sentence of your book, glancing across the bed at her. She was busy reading her own book on the end of your bed, something you did together often. The silence you shared whilst reading was something that marked your friendship, as it was never awkward. If anything, it was peaceful.

"What do you mean?" you play dumb, and she sighs, slotting her bookmark between the pages.

"I've seen how he is with you," she raises an eyebrow, "passing notes, hugging, what's going on? Are you seeing each other?"

"Huh?" you sound, eyes widening and chest tightening, "no, not at all, we're just friends. We sort of got along during the potions project and he stuck around."

She gives you a knowing look, a small, cheeky smile on her face.

"He just, stuck around, did he?" she presses playfully, "doesn't sound much like Malfoy."

You feel your cheeks getting hotter, shutting your book without marking the page because Hermione was looking at you with such a mischievous glint in her eye, and sat up straight.

"Draco and I are just friends," you state simply, but you're rambling, and she notices how you're more so telling yourself than you are her, "he's trying to change, and I can appreciate that, and I enjoy spending time with him, and I think, or more so, hope, he likes spending time with me, too."

Hermione can't hold it anymore. She laughs breathlessly at your flustered expression, and even more so when you glare at her. You allow her to get over whatever is so amusing, and then cross your arms in frustration.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing," she says, wiping a tear from her eye, "I've just never seen you so bothered about a boy before, and it's Malfoy, I just never imagined."

"I am not bothered," you protest, "the time we spend together is strictly platonic."

"If you say so," she waves her hands, "but even if it wasn't, it wouldn't matter, you know."

She offers you a reassuring smile, one that says she's not one bit fussed about it, and that you should just be open and honest, because she's your friend, and she loves you. You calm down a bit, the thudding of your heart slowing and shoulders relaxing. If you were to be honest, you didn't know how you felt about it. It had all happened so fast, and now you were spending frequent time with one another, and it was fun. You looked forward to it, to seeing him, but your feelings were indecipherable and mixed up. All you knew is that you liked being with him.

"Sometimes I feel nervous around him," you admit, "and then other times I feel really comfortable. I don't know what to think at this point."

"Does it really matter?" she questions, "he's just a guy. I mean yeah, he's Malfoy, but I can imagine he has some desirable qualities."

"He has many," you find yourself saying, and her smile grows wider, "he's actually really clever, and sensitive, and I've learnt so much about him and I'm talking too much aren't I?"

Hermione giggles, and shuffles across the bed to sit next to you.

"You want to know what I think?" she asks, and you nod, "I think you should just enjoy whatever you have right now. There's nothing that says you need to make it more than what it is, so just relax. I think we all deserve to have some fun, don't you?"

A smile curls at your lips, and you laugh, dropping your head to her shoulder.

"Merlin, what has the world come to." You mutter, and she chuckles.

"If you had said that over Christmas, you'd be playing buddies with Malfoy I wouldn't have believed you," she jokes, "but seriously, do what makes you happy. Kiss him for all I care."

"Kiss him?" you repeated loudly, shooting up like a deer in the headlights, "are you serious?"

She laughs even harder.

"I'm not saying you have to," she says through her laughter, "I was kidding."

You join in, both of you now belly laughing and holding hands. Hermione truly was an expectational friend, and in that moment, you thanked your lucky stars that she was still around to keep you sane.

__________________________

"That one right there is the Ursa Major, but most people call it the Big Dipper," Draco tells you, bottle of beer in his hand as the other points towards the sky, "and that one is mine. Draco, which just means Dragon in Latin."

You're looking where he's pointing, but you're also looking at him, because he's so passionate about the stars that it warms your heart. After Hermione left, you carried a blanket up to the Astronomy tower, and as if he'd read your mind, he bought along beer and snacks. Three beers in he'd started talking about how much he loves astrology, and for the last half an hour or so he'd been showing you the constellations in the sky tonight. It wasn't a usual thing for Draco to share his interests with someone, but you always displayed so much enthusiasm, even if you didn't understand it. He really liked that about you, it made him want to show you things. So, there you both sat, blanket over your laps as you listened and sipped beer.

"I never clocked you were named after a constellation," you said, and he looks down at you curled under your side of the blanket, "that's so cool."

"You think?" he asks, "my mother's side of the family have a tradition with names like mine. My aunt Bella was named after a star, and my mother's name Narcissa is from Greek mythology."

"How interesting," you breathe, and you meant it, he could tell, "I love that your mother kept that tradition going. Do you think you will when you have children?"

He goes quiet for a moment and looks back at the sky, knitting his eyebrows together.

"I haven't really thought about it," he mumbles.

"Children and marriage are far away," you tell him, shuffling under the blanket, "so it's not like you need to think about it right now."

He laughs sadly, and you give him a questioning look.

"Mother is rather fixated on marriage," he said, "so I don't have any choice but to think about it, unfortunately."

"She wants you to get married?"

"As soon as possible," he sighs deeply, "she keeps introducing me to these random girls, and each of them have as much personality as I can fit in my little finger."

You go back to looking out into the night, fiddling with the label on your bottle. Your parents had never pushed you to meet someone, or marry them, for that matter, so you couldn't imagine having that kind of pressure. Then you start thinking how beautiful these girls probably are, and what he said to you back at the manor starts playing on your mind. Too bookish, he said. If he turns down women his mother picks for him, then he was possibly being nice when he said that to you.

"What kind of girl do you want?" you find yourself asking him. He turns a little to face you properly.

"Why do you ask?"

"You say these girls your mother picks have no personality," you gesture with your free hand, "so, if they don't fit the bill, who would?"

Draco takes his time to answer. His eyes flicker over your face, and his expression tells you he's thinking hard about that question. You gaze back at his sharp features and glistening eyes, such a strikingly blue-grey colour, and think how beautiful this boy really is. He's tall, slim but well built, with blonde hair and a handsome face. He's smart, and when he knows you well enough, his emotional intelligence shines. Maybe you did like him, a little bit more than you could stomach.

"I don't really know," he begins to say, still looking directly at you, and it's starting to make you feel nervous, "I've only been with girls I find physically attractive."

You blink and raise your eyebrows at him, giving him a scrutinising look. Like his mother does.

"What?"

"Does that sound bad?" he grimaces. Not knowing what else to say, you laugh.

"Draco," you say, "are you telling me you've only ever gone on looks?"

"I haven't cared about anything else," he shrugs, and he's being deadly serious, "personality wasn't exactly needed for what we were doing-"

"Okay," you stop him, holding your hand up, "stop right there, Malfoy. I do not want to hear about that area of your life, thank you."

For a moment you both just look at each other, and then burst out laughing. He's genuinely laughing as well, hand on his stomach and head against the wall behind you. As you calm down, you look across at him and it makes you feel so good to see him like this. Carefree, relaxed, happy. He's so pretty when he laughs, too.

"I like it when you laugh," you say out loud, and his laughter comes to a holt, as the mortifying realisation comes that you just said that to him. You wave a dismissive hand and look away from him, "that was weird, I'm sorry."

"It wasn't weird," he says, in such a nice way that it makes you feel even worse, and then he's shuffling on the spot and clearing his throat, "I, uh, like it when you laugh too."

You look at him from the corner of your eye and see that he's ripping the label from the bottle and keeping his eyes firmly on what he was doing. Is he blushing? You couldn't really tell with the lighting, but he suddenly seems inside himself. You tuck some hair behind your ear.

"Hey, Draco," you say, and he glances up at you, "I'm glad were hanging out together."

His cheeks are certainly deeper in colour, and he doesn't know where to look or what to do with his hands or any of him really. He just runs a hand through his hair and ruffles it slightly.

"Same here," he mutters, looking towards the ground, "I feel better with you around."

That makes you grin like an idiot. You like him. Oh Christ, you like him.

"It's so strange to think that a few weeks ago we were bickering like siblings," you say, smiling at him. He smiles back, moving a little closer, and you automatically lean against his arm.

"You know at the weekend," he said quietly, "do you want to go out in Hogsmeade?"

For a second you think he's asking you on a date, and your mind starts racing, until he says, "just go and get a beer or something, you know, as friends?"

Friends. What did that even mean? Here you were, huddled under a blanket in the Astronomy tower. Is that what friends do? He had no idea. Truth was, Draco had never liked a girl enough to date them. He didn't even know what a crush felt like, but he knew that you made him feel good, and that he thought you were attractive, with a wicked sense of humour and a kind, compassionate heart. Is that a crush? How would he even know? So many questions flooded his head, but he never said a word. But then you smile and say, "sure, that sounds lovely," and he can't help but feel absolutely elated.

"I'll pick you up outside your dorm, around seven like usual?" he asks.

"Seven is good," you agree, and he's doing that thing again when his eyes travel the expanse of your face and then back to meet yours. You narrow your eyes, "you always do that."

"Do what?"

"Look at me like that," you softly, "as if you're memorising how I look."

"Maybe I am," he mutters. Was that a confession? Is that what he's doing? It is what he's doing, but did he really want you to know that? He just thinks you're pretty, is that not what you do when you think someone is pretty? He starts spiralling, and you can see it in his eyes, "forget I said that. I have alcohol in me right now."

"Right," you breathe, taking your eyes off him, "of course."

"Wait, that was a shitty thing to say," he rushes out, fumbling to make it right, "I'm just kind of drunk."

"It's fine," you wave a dismissive hand, "don't worry about it."

"No," he says passionately, and your head snaps in his direction, "it's not fine, because I didn't mean it like that. You're beautiful, and you should know that. Inside and out."

It fell silent, but it was possibly the loudest silence you'd ever heard. He's breathing heavily from how frustrated he'd just gotten, and your head is spinning and heart thundering against your ribcage.

"What did you just say?"

"You heard me," he mumbles, staring at the ground, "don't make me repeat it."

"So I'm beautiful but too bookish?"

"Just forget about that, alright?" he snaps quietly, "I was just being dumb. You're not bookish, you're really fucking smart. There's a difference."

The smile on your face gets so big that your cheeks start to hurt, and you lean against his shoulder and nuzzle closer to him. He doesn't go stiff like he usually does, in fact he seems to melt into it, resting his head on top of yours.

"Thank you for that," you whisper to him.

He just huffs.

"Don't get used to it," he whispers back, but you know he's just feeling bruised because he outed some real feelings to you. You think it's sweet, how irritable he is when things get serious. After a while, you reach over and take his hand, lacing your fingers with his like you had done before. He doesn't stop you; he welcomes it. You sink deeper into him, sighing in contentment. Whatever this relationship of yours was, it was turning into something beautifully vulnerable. __________________________

When Friday evening rolls around, Draco's last class seemed to run on forever. He doesn't share this one with you, unfortunately. Retaking Divination felt like a good idea when choosing his subjects, but he was quickly coming to realise that Trelawney really is just a daft old bat as he packs up his things and leaves. He wishes he had your company to look forward to, but tonight is your study date with Granger. Typical that it was her taking your time away from him. He trudges back to his dorm, ready to sink into bed and forget the world for a while, when he hears the familiar tone of Professor McGonagall calling him down the corridor.

"Mr Malfoy," her voice rings out, and he turns to see her walking towards him, "I take it you have a few moments to spare?"

"I suppose so, professor," he answers, "what can I do for you?"

"Well, not so much me," she says, looking down her nose at him, "your mother is currently in my office and wishes to speak with you."

Mother. His mind starts racing. What could she possibly want during a school term? She never bothers him usually, only the odd letter. McGonagall could see he was beginning to worry, and she offered a comforting smile.

"I'm sure it's nothing serious," she said softly, "the sooner you see her, the sooner you can get back to your plans for this evening."

He nods in agreement, and begins to follow McGonagall to her office, previously the office of Professor Dumbledore. It's a long walk from where he was, but with all the panicked thinking he was doing it went by rather fast. McGonagall mutters the password, and the stairs begin to curl around to mighty stone eagle. He follows her up the steps, and she waves her wand to open the grand door to the headmistress's office. Draco enters cautiously, Narcissa turning to see him, smiling as he walks to stand a good distance away from her. She's holding a pair of leather gloves in her hand, a small black handbag on her arm. As always, she's dressed in high fashion, with bold red lipstick and her hair in a tight bun.

"Mother," he greets her.

"I shall leave you both in peace," McGonagall says promptly, "take all the time that you need."

She then exits, the large door shutting behind her with a thud.

"Draco," Narcissa says, "how nice to see you, my dear."

"Why are you here?" he asks outright, and Narcissa's smile begins to falter.

"Not the nicest way to greet your mother, Draco," she comments, walking to close the gap slightly between them. He's eyeing her cautiously, "I'm here to pass on some news."

"Such as?"

"I have an outing planned for you," her smile returns, "Your father and I had the pleasure of dining with the Greengrass family last weekend, and Astoria's mother is keen on you. So, I took the liberty in sorting a private luncheon in Hogsmeade this Sunday."

"For our families?" he knits his eyebrows together and gets a funny feeling in his stomach when his mother shakes her head.

"Just the two of you," Narcissa said, "you should try to get to know her better, Draco."

"I've already told you, mother," Draco stresses, "I don't have any desire to know her that way."

"That is beside the point, Draco," his mother says sternly, "she is a good fit for you, and you should be thankful that such a prestigious family has interest, especially since-"

"Our family name is ruined?"

Narcissa takes a sharp intake of breath, mortified at her son's outburst. Her expression becomes one of fury, and she takes an intimidating step towards him.

"Now, you listen to me," she says threateningly, her voice low and scarily calm, "if you ever speak to me like that again, I will pull you out of this school and marry you off to the next woman I lay my eyes on, are we clear?"

Draco gulps. He wasn't exactly scared of his mother, not like he was his father, but he knew as well anybody, that Narcissa meant what she said.

"Yes, mother," he mutters. Narcissa smiles at him again.

"Good, I don't wish to fight with you, my dear," her voice changes, now soft and light, "we only want the absolute best for you, and we believe finding a suitable wife will benefit in the future. Now, be a darling and attend this lunch for me. Can you do that, Draco?"

He nods, wordlessly accepting it, and his mother places a kiss to his cheek before slipping on her gloves. The only thing he feels right now is a blistering anger.

"I'll owl over the details," she goes on to say, making her way towards the door McGonagall left through, "and make sure to wear something nice, alright?"

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

dividers from: @firefly-graphics & @happy-ash-edits

#draco x you #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco x female reader #draco x ravenclaw!reader #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #hpff #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco fanfiction

[lostdrarryfics]

Hi! So I don't remember much about this fic, but there's a few things that I'm hoping that aren't too vague, and if it is I'm so sorry!

It was a Horcrux hunt fic and I believe that Draco fled with the trio from the Malfoy Manor and I think it was Draco and not Dobby who was hit with Bellatrix's dagger! And I guess Luna ended up joining them in the hunt as well and at some point, they found Rowena Ravenclaw's diadem and put it on. It was multichapter and I'm not sure if it was completed, but it was on AO3!

We believe you are looking for A Knife to the Throat by deluminatormischiefmaker (WIP, T)

Don’t forget to bookmark, leave kudos and comments!

#request 2241 #found fic #deluminatormischiefmaker #anon

[ronniescribbles]

Small Surprise (Compassion Day)

Severus Snape x Little!Reader

Rainbow Week 2022 (created by @whimsycreator)

468 Words 

You can read it on AO3 here!

"A little kindness can go a long way, and has a profound effect.” — Severus finds a small note in his book, planted by his all-too-kind little one.

A/N: Day two of Rainbow Week! I had to write for our favorite Slytherin grump♡ Severus deserves so much love though, the poor man, and I am here to give it to him.👏 I wanted to include a bit of his thoughts as well as 'yours', so hopefully I did alright!

A small note, that had been scribbled by little you the night before, floated onto the wooden table before him. You watched as the puzzled, but more accurately annoyed, professor froze in hesitation. Your heartbeat stopped as you analyzed his demeanor from afaf.

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You watched from across the dining hall as Severus squinted at the book he had started reading as a pastime in between classes. Quidditch season was in full swing – and with it began a whole slew of chaos from students and professors alike – and a good read had always been an enjoyable distraction for him. But something new awaited him on the page bookmarked the last time he'd picked it up. 

Severus certainly wasn't a man who received hand-written notes often, nor was he used to such a gesture. With his luck, this was just another unamusing prank from a Gryffindor unpleased with the weeks of detention they had earned themselves. Perhaps it was from a Ravenclaw, who often found cheeky ways to spite him for the corrections he made on their parchment assignments. Either way, these distractions had no place in his leisurely books, so he had no choice but to examine it closer. 

His bony fingers reached down to practically strangle the note with his grip. You watched from across the room as his usually stone-cold frown softened and both his eyebrows lifted in surprise. His eyes glanced across the piece of parchment, analyzing it closely. Well, that seems like a win to me, you thought as you strode over to greet him. 

"That book can't possibly be so good that you can't keep your nose out of it for even a lunch break, can it?" You teased as you swung your legs over the bench and plopped yourself next to him. "I mean, if it is, let me know - I'll have to steal it from you sometime and give it a read." 

A few minutes passed; it only seemed fair to allow the usually stoic man to gather his thoughts. When he finally spoke, Severus's voice came hushed and solemn. 

"Thank you." 

You knew you'd have to wait in order to hear his full gratitude, but the way he'd softened towards you spoke volumes more than what he would be able to express alone with you. His tired hand found yours, and in no time your fingers interlocked with his. If only every moment could be this way, you thought, so precious and yet fleeting all at once. 

How lucky were you, that just a hasty sketch from your time regressed could remind you both just how important you were to each other? It was a blessing to be able to touch this man so deeply with something so simple - one that you would cherish for as long as you possibly could.

#rainbow week #rainbow week 2022 #severus snape x reader #snape x reader #agere fanfic #agere fandom #age regression #sfw age regression #fanfic

[onlyfreds]

Hi gabriella! I’ve got a request from the two-part drabble thing;

How about remus w/ the situation ‘finally home after a hard day’ (12) & the sentence(s) “Sorry. You’re just…really adorable.” (27) & “You’re not nearly as smart as you think you are.”(29)

Only if you feel like doing it that is!

- @theoreticslut

Thank you so much for requesting this Holly! I’m so sorry it took so long! 💖

His Sanctuary | R.L.

Title: His Sanctuary

Requested: Yes/No

Description: No matter how hard the day is for Remus, he always finds peace and comfort in you.

Remus heaved a sigh as he shut the door. 

Looking for a job was exhausting, especially with his condition, but what was more tiring was holding on to hope when you had a smaller chance than the others at actually getting the job

Walking further into the living room of your shared apartment, he felt as if the weight on his shoulders has been lifted the moment he laid eyes on you.

You were sitting on the worn couch you two had gotten at a thrift store for 2 pounds, completely oblivious to his arrival as you flipped through the pages of your latest read.

He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you. Wondering how he managed to convince you to go out with him in the first place.

“It could be a date if you want it to be.” He managed to stutter out, “But it’s fine if it isn’t too. I just really want to spend some time with you.”

Deep inside, he was face palming himself and mentally cursing James and Sirius for convincing him to do this in the first place.

Just when he was about to apologize and mention that he was an idiot, you gave him a smile and spoke up,

“I’d actually really love it if it was a date.”

He stared at you gobsmacked, “Are you serious?”

You giggled, “I believe Sirius would your friend. But yeah, I’d really love to go on a date with you.”

“You know,” you said, not looking up from your book, “after a while staring starts to go from adorable to creepy.”

Remus chuckled, settling down by your side, “How was your day love?”

You grinned, placing a bookmark on the page before closing the book, “It was normal. But, I should actually be the one asking you that.”

“The usual.” He sighed, “I just don’t want to disappoint you princess. I want to provide for you. I want to give you the life I promised you.”

You tried to stay serious, but utterly failed when you started giggling.

Remus furrowed his brows in utter confusion, “What’s so funny?”

“Sorry…” you managed to say in between giggles, “it’s just you look so adorable when you’re worried.”

Your boyfriend visibly relaxed, “You know, you’re not nearly as smart as you think you are.”

Feigning offense, you pouted, “Now that’s just mean. I was in Ravenclaw for a reason.”

He chuckled as you gently caressed his cheek, “All kidding aside love, I don’t care what kind of life you give me. As long as I’m living it with you.”

He took your hand in his and tenderly kissed your wrist, “I must’ve saved an entire kingdom in my past life if I get to be with you in this one.”

It was no joke. Remus thought that he was the luckiest man in the world since he’s the one who can touch you, kiss you, to be loved by you.

You were his sanctuary and Remus couldn’t be more grateful.

#remus lupin x y/n #young remus lupin x reader #young remus imagine #young remus x reader #young remus lupin #remus x you #young remus x y/n #remus lupin #remus lupin x you #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin smut #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin angst

[birlwrites]

This is probably a strange ask but how is it would you see the characters of different aus interacting with each other.

I do not remember much of stga (looking at the bookmark notes mine is just arsonist reg and lily kills Voldemort) but Regulus and lachrimae would be the most divided of all of them based soley on stances of the war, maybe, i need to reread it to get a better understanding.

Career Goals is a slightly more violent version of atfhv, but they would maybe compare plans if their brains would go the trust the alternate you route rather than kill them.

Stga! Reg having killed barty and seeing every other Regulus be best friends with him would be a bit awkward.

I feel like many if not all of the Evan variants would be incredibly intrigued by the whole thing and (hopefully) one of them would give Regulus a hug.

there was a period of time when i was talking with an anon about what would happen if various stga characters and ttdl characters met - unfortunately i don't think i tagged those posts with anything to help find them again later ajflskghkjf, maybe i'll go do that when i feel like procrastinating on other things

ok UPDATE i did it just now actually, this type of post will now be tagged #fic interactions!

lachrimae regulus would probably face a lot of sideeye from stga regulus and tyrant regulus in particular, as they're the most 'SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS BEFORE THEY SOLVE YOU' - i think ttdl regulus would also be on board the 'you have literally so much power why aren't you uSING IT' train but with a muted sense of 'yeah i see the chess game he is playing here and i would not want to play it either'

tyrant regulus and ttdl regulus have the same goal but are going about it in wILDLY different ways, ttdl regulus is playing 5d chess along the lines of what lachrimae regulus is doing and tyrant regulus is in solidarity with stga regulus's 'uhhh well voldemort said some shit to me and i didn't like his tone so i'm going to piss him off in front of everyone and also dive into literally every fight headfirst' approach

i feel like every evan at this meetup would be equally distressed for very different reasons afjslkghsjfd, ttdl evan is worried about every other regulus's safety (ttdl regulus suddenly looks like the cautious one, except for lachrimae regulus who has different problems), lachrimae evan thinks literally every other regulus is going to make a wrong move and get himself killed horribly, stga evan just is confused by everything, tyrant evan actually isn't particularly concerned because he knows regulus is capable of committing murder in self defense :) he'll be okay :)

(which makes every other evan, except stga evan who's still confused, EVEN MORE CONCERNED)

stga regulus is very very uncomfortable looking at all these bartys and evans afjslgkhskjghdjkf, lachrimae regulus and evan hold hands and stga regulus and evan look at each other like 😰 and the ttdl and tyrant reguluses and evans are in absolute shock over this public, obvious, non-painkiller-induced display of affection

stga evan to stga regulus: HOW ARE YOU A SLYTHERIN IN EVERY OTHER UNIVERSE. HOW THE FUCK DID THE SORTING HAT LOOK IN YOUR HEAD AND THINK 'OH, SLYTHERIN FOR SURE'

ttdl regulus, a bit offended: the other houses were never in question

tyrant regulus: *nodding*

lachrimae regulus very quietly: the hat thought about ravenclaw

stga regulus to stga evan: THE HAT SUGGESTED SLYTHERIN BUT I REFUSED BECAUSE IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BORING

ttdl regulus, now very offended: so you decided to spend seven years with the house of RECKLESS BONEHEADS?

literally every barty: *snickering*

#fic interactions #dark lord wip #set those ghosts alight #lachrimae #should i make an inbox tag

[omgkatsudonplease]

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? 🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

[character]/reader. I Would Not Say That :')))

and in close second:

[character] bashing. Being the antagonist is one thing. Being flattened into a 1-dimensional hater to be easily defeated and disposed of is another entirely.

"x is Dark and y is Light, can their love survive????"

rude misspellings of Dumbledore's name

buckfast angst (aka angst for shock value rather than character growth)

name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

"Hi, my name is Enoby Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way..."

recommend an author or fanfic you love

when I was getting into Ron POV for my WIP I read Blackjack and it was hysterical gold. pitch-perfect Ron POV!

feel free to dig through my bookmarks, too; all of those are fics I really really enjoyed!

post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

I highly doubt Draco Malfoy is second only to Hermione in terms of academic marks; I would sooner put Theo Nott and at least 5/10 of the Ravenclaws in their year ahead of him. (This is entirely because I've taught rich kids and they don't really care about school because they can nepo baby their way to the top.)

#asks #essayofthoughts #hp #lily vs suefics

[fly-you-dam-fools]

The Hogwarts Houses as Things I’ve Done:

Hello all! This is the long-awaited not awaited at all post about which Hogwarts House you think I'm in. I've tried to be pretty secretive of it and I don't think I've spilled about it (except to one person, you know who you are) because I've been waiting for this post.

All of this stuff has actually happened to me, some stuff is pretty funny 😂

PLEASE GUESS I'd love to see your take, and once a good number of people have guessed, I promise I'll disclose my Hogwarts House 😉

So, here we begin, in order of the Sorting Hat song in the first book so there aren't any favorites:

Gryffindor

Constantly thinks about all the things you could do to make a situation go wrong

Blasting music in the room and jamming while the family is out

Blasting music in the room and jamming while the family is in

Running around a campground randomly

That Hiccup meme supporting friend 👍

Picks dare at truth or dare and gets in trouble with the school

Constantly had to explain weird situations to supervisors in elementary school

Not liking supervising people because they always blamed stuff on us (the older ones) instead of the real guilty party (people that were younger)

Stashing trinkets behind a tree that’s off-grounds

Pretending the people running behind me are Grievers (the creepy stuff in The Maze Runner movies) to motivate me to keep running, and beat them

Types up an email or message with words that aren’t 100% soft and not-treading and clicks send impulsively

Intrusive thoughts on how long something would take to drop to the ground from a high place (like a small inanimate object)

Jams to video game soundtracks and pretends to be on a quest

Looks at videos on how to do cool sword/lightsaber tricks

Can picture themselves in a music video or dancing a super complicated number

Sends memes to friends constantly

Hufflepuff

Yells “Bless you!” to a person in another room

Initiate conversations with the new kid

Gets secondhand embarrassment from videos

Thinks about doing bad things then thinks about the punishment, then does the bad thing and feels super sorry and apologizes too much only to do the whole thing over again the next day

Gives money I found on ground to higher ups (regrets it later because I could have given it to charity)

Watches video of myself who didn’t reply to someone who said “Have a nice day”, feels bad

Blushes when writing fluff

Thinks fashion moodboards for hogwarts houses should be more varied

Constantly stubs toes on things (same place repeatedly)

Actually takes one piece of candy on Halloween when there’s no one at home

Has seriously never watched a horror movie before, but still enjoys the little thrills in other movies

Makes sure others are drinking water while sometimes neglecting to do the same

Feels bad when unable to make a commitment 

Seriously finds old couples/seniors so sweet

Is absolutely and completely distracted as soon as animals enter the picture, and will spend the next 45 minutes staring at a cute little bunny on the grass (at a respectable distance of course)

Always helps people with passing things out

Ravenclaw

Wishing humans could go days without eating or sleeping just to sit in front of a computer and do nothing

Folding clothes neatly only to throw them randomly in the closet

Yells at stupid characters in the movie to do better

Has a large collection of bookmarks

Uses phone as a bookmark because we all know which is more important

Daring other people to do things and never personally playing truth or dare

Reading ahead in class reads while keeping track of who’s talking and where in the book the class is reading

“You know there’s a spell for that right?”

Putting on thinner clothes just to feel that bone-chill to feel free

Falling out of chairs. Constantly. (or sliding off)

Hearing another conversation that you’re not a part of and accidentally reacting to a joke they said

Start a thousand projects but finish none of them

Terrible sleep schedule 

Goes off on alone and runs from the friend group an entire day because you want to spend time alone and run because it’s fun

Makes schedules just to not follow them

Starts way too many projects/stories but can’t/doesn’t finish them

Slytherin

Buy plants promising to take care of them only to watch them die with a neutral face

Sign up for every type of commitment and show up at none of them

Saying to a friend to not give spoilers to a movie then searching up the plot on Wikipedia

Thinks of ways you could usurp the teacher in class

Rants in an incognito search bar 

Searching up motivational quotes just to laugh at them

Makes friendship bracelets for oneself

Constantly either loves google or hates it

Has a rivalry with the internet

Goes to Apple Stores to pull up own website on Safari

Buying friendship bracelets/necklaces but not having anyone to share them with

Racks up accomplishments and certificates but stare at them in woe because they were of the past

Signature look is literally a smirk or raised eyebrow like what do you want from me

Walks around empty places with carefully planted steps, enjoying the echo that sounds across the room

Sits on a throne/chair in that pose occasionally

Is suspicious of everything that someone holds up or interesting suggestions, immediately thinking of the possible bad outcomes and how to avoid them

This actually took me quite some time to compile (from when I first made this account!!), and feel free to reblog with your thoughts and how you relate too! This is just some things I came up with myself and thought what fit into which house~ Just have fun! Please don't repost though.

Tagging some friends because I'd like their opinion, hehe: @softbobamilktae @jinnie-forthe-winnie-recs @silvermistcosmos @jiminie-and-his-pinky-finger

(I also vaguely remember doing a similar thing with asks but I totally forgot what people said (sorry 😭) and I can't find it...)

#moonfly: about me #games #which hogwarts house am I? #The Hogwarts Houses as Things I’ve Done #i'd rather stay at hogwarts

[duplicitywrites]

Ooooh I wanna hear about Fear Is Only The Beginning

Fear is Only the Beginning

i honestly don't know if/when i will ever go back to this sjgssdg my writing style and preferences have changed a lot since i started that story 😭

but i think i'll take this as an opportunity to share a lot of snippets i wrote for future scenes that may never see the light of day. look below the cut for more!

[ send a WIP title and i'll share something for it/about it ]

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scene one:

Tom waits until they are alone in their dormitory to pass him the book. The cover has a charm placed on it to obscure the true title, but even that does little to mask the magic emanating from the pages.

“I bookmarked a page,” Tom says casually, but Harry can sense excitement beneath Tom’s usual veil of careful detachment.

Later, when he is finally alone, Harry flips to the marker and starts reading, unsure if he’ll be able to stomach the entire book from start to finish.

Horcrux. Just reading the word leaves Harry feeling awful. Reading the process behind it only worsens the feeling. His skin crawls when he thinks on it, even long after the book has been returned. Killing someone so that you can live forever.

But it is soul magic, and that is significant. Harry can’t say he agrees with everything that Tom does, or wants to do, but this is an opportunity to learn things that Tom won’t find suspicious. They can research this together, and if Harry can find a solution, find a way out—well, he’d be a fool not to try and take it.

Tom wants to live forever. He wants to tether himself to this world, to this life. He wants Harry by his side while he does it. Harry just wants to live knowing his soul is wholly his own.

If he can separate the piece of soul that doesn’t belong to him, maybe Tom won’t want him anymore. Harry’s not sure how he feels about that. He’s been linked to Tom for years now, the two of them drawn together by their strange magical connection. He still occasionally catches Tom glancing at his lightning scar, clearly deep in thought. Tom hates not knowing things, and Harry thinks it’s a wonder he never got dumped into Ravenclaw after rejecting Slytherin.

The mere thought of opposing Tom scares him. Not out of fear that Tom will hurt him, but rather what other consequences might make themselves known. Tom is volatile, mercurial. His desires and ambitions wage a constant war against the world as he strives to force reality to bend its knee to him. 

It is breathtaking to witness Tom in those moments, even though it is Tom’s cruelty and pragmatism breaking the surface. There is fulfillment in being a part of something so powerful, the tiny cogs of Tom’s grand plans humming in unison as the large wheels of politics continue to turn.

Harry knows that he helps to buffer Tom’s sharper edges, that he provides Tom with something truly invaluable: an ally, an equal. He will always act in Tom’s best interests, for Tom’s own good. And Tom will never hurt him. It would be hard to leave Tom, knowing that.

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scene two:

“You’re always someone to me, Tom. You always have been and you always will be.”

Harry is too close. His words are like fire against Tom’s skin, burning hot all over. His hand is touching Tom’s, holding it gently, threading their fingers together. Harry is all that is good in the world. He is the only thing that matters. He should be the only thing that matters.

“Tom?” asks Harry, concerned.

Tom forces his throat to clear itself. “Harry,” he says. Just that, nothing else.

“It’s you and me, Tom,” continues Harry, voice soft. “You have me. Isn’t that enough?”

Harry’s eyes—so green, like liquid emeralds—are swallowing Tom whole. Tom feels like he’s never been so alive as Harry watches him, sees him. Tom wants so much. He wants the world. Tom wants to fashion himself from diamond and silver, unbreakable and shining. But Harry sees through him, burns him, breaks him down into his constituent pieces with nothing more than a loaded glance.

Tom’s free hand rises to touch Harry’s face, to drag his fingers up Harry’s cheek, along the bone structure, across the brow, under the forehead, and just around the edge of the angry red scar. All this, all of Harry. All of it is his. Oh, it aches. A different kind of pain from the scorching fire in his lungs and his raw, parched throat.

“Harry,” Tom repeats. “I want you.” I need you.

They are centimeters apart, sharing the same air, chests almost pressed together. Tom can feel each breath that passes in and out of Harry’s lungs.

“Then have me.”

Tom obliges, closing the remaining distance. His mouth touches Harry's, hesitant. Everything is warm. Harry is warm. Their lips come together, moving, and Tom’s hand winds its way past the scar and into Harry’s hair. The kiss is careful, so careful, because Harry might pull away at any moment, might leave. 

Harry’s hands come up to grasp Tom’s waist, to pull them closer together still. Tom feels dizzy as his head tilts back, his lips parting to inhale. His breaths are unsteady, he can hear the air passing into him in irregular bursts.

But Harry’s smile is familiar. Being with Harry screams safety and acceptance and care—all the things Tom had tried to find for himself in the world only to be disappointed time and time again. The rest of the world never mattered to him except when it came to his desire to conquer it. This world, his world, is Harry. The strange scar and the knobby knees and the snarky jokes at his expense. Always this, always Harry.

Without any conscious thought, Tom finds himself drawn back down, his lips against Harry’s. The kiss is messy and inexperienced, but every touch of Harry’s skin upon his leaves him hungry for more. If he can have this—if he can have this for every day for the rest of his life—

When they pull away, Tom has one hand curled against the nape of Harry’s neck. His other arm is wrapped around Harry in a tight grip, fingers grasping hard enough to bruise, but Harry doesn’t seem to mind. Harry’s hands are still gentle on Tom’s waist, their thumbs stroking slow patterns that Tom can feel through his shirt.

“I love you,” Harry says, breath hitching, words sincere.

The statement hurts somehow. Tom presses his forehead against Harry’s, careful to avoid contact with the scar. Tom can’t form the words in return. He’s not sure if he can. The concept of love seems very far away from where they are. Tom has always wanted to be more, to have more.

They are breathing together. Him and Harry. Two of the same, two souls bound for each other. That thought calms Tom, steadies him.

Tom brushes his lips against Harry’s cheek, feather soft. He hopes Harry understands.

Harry’s hand comes up to cup Tom’s face, to brush calloused fingertips along the upper part of Tom’s jaw. With Harry’s touch comes reassurance. Tom is not alone, and he never will be.

“Forever,” Tom says. It’s not quite the same, but the sentiment is there.

Harry gives him another quick kiss in return. It is enough.

#asks #crowcrowcrowthing #nagm #i deliberately did not reread these before pasting them in here so i don't know if they're good #ask games

[writingbylacey]

Stealing Clothes

Harry Potter x Ravenclaw! Reader

Y/n walked into Harry’s dorm after being let in by Fred and George. She opened the door and walked over to his dresser, opening them and gathering up his quidditch jersey. She quickly put it on top of  her clothes, letting it fall down past her butt. She smiled as she smelt Harry’s scent on her. She walked out of the dorm and down the steps and into the Gryffindor common room. She left the Gryffindor house quickly and went on her way to the great hall. 

Y/n sat by herself as she read a book about dragons. They fascinated the Ravenclaw. She was unaware that Harry Potter himself was coming up behind her. 

“Hello love,” He called out, as he sat down next to her, his back against the table. 

“Hi,” Y/n cheered as she put her bookmark in her book. 

“What’s this you’re wearing?” Harry asked, grabbing her arm gently. Y/n smiled as she looked up at him. 

“I found it.” 

“Oh yeah? In my dormitory?” Harry laughed as he kissed her temple. “It looks cute on you love.” 

“And everything looks cute on you,” She responded, kissing him on the lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her and broke the kiss to lay his head on her shoulders. “Maybe I should wear your clothes more often if it makes you handsy.” 

“Oh yeah?” He asked, lifting his head and sliding his hands down her waist and grasping her bum. She giggled. 

“Yeah.” She kissed him again. The kiss deepened. 

“Hey, get a room,” George called out, Fred laughing along. They stopped kissing and turned red. He turned around and sat next to her as dinner began. Let's just say they had some fin for dessert ;)

#Harry Potter x Ravenclaw! Reader #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #Gryffindor #ravenclaw

[moongurl95]

Chapter 6.7 – In the Shadow of a Stroll

Sebastian tapped his foot slowly in thought as he waited by the Bell Tower’s main entryway, still left somewhat flustered as to his given duties for the afternoon and the reason why he managed to avoid a wrongly judged detention on his first day of classes…

Obviously, he hadn’t heeded Ominis’ warning on NOT stepping foot in the Library today when he left the blond who was preparing for his first class of the afternoon, whilst Sebastian ignorantly waltzed right pass the shelves of books, already knowing the Library’s way of categorizing its many tomes.   

When Sebastian didn’t find the book he was looking for in the one shelf he knew it was supposed to be placed, he already knew the next course of action he would be doing as he climbed down the 2nd floor stairs and headed straight for Madam Scribner’s desk. It wasn’t really his fault she wasn’t at her station, and it’s not like he had all the time in the world to wait around until the Librarian came back from her rounds, when he knew exactly how to consult with the woman’s Book of Records.

Rowena Ravenclaw’s amassed books that mostly made up Hogwarts’ Library would of course present itself with its own sentient guardian to keep track of its papered treasures, with some of the titles that the Book of Records kept, marking Sebastian’s trips to the Restricted Section during the latter part of his 4th year, when he stumbled upon the Library’s secret “record’s keeper” while reading Ominis’ beloved copy of “The Four Founders”. Turns out, it was Ravenclaw’s way of making her beloved books be more accessible to its students, so Merlin knows why it was only to be seen by Hogwarts’ Librarian now.

“Let’s see… I’m looking for a book—” Upon hearing Sebastian’s voice, the book shook open its pages to reveal an empty compartment hidden between its leaves, making Sebastian snicker in amusement.

“I’m actually looking for a class-related book this time, not to bribe you with anymore bookmarks.” This was in fact the Book’s curious attempt to “hide” any record of the books Sebastian would borrow out of the Restricted Section, the catch was that it required payment in bookmarks of a certain color, size or making. Seeing firsthand how the Library’s guardian ensured that all the books under its care had their own accompanying bookmarks between their weathered pages, Sebastian acquiesced that it was a good few Knuts lost on his part to contribute to the Book’s cause while also researching a cure for his sister. Knowledge always came with a price, one way or another after all.

“The spellbook on ‘Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charmes’, did anyone check it out today?” The Book then started to turn its pages almost sullenly at Sebastian, making the boy sigh in response, “I promise I’ll be back for another book you can request a bookmark for, I just prefer to keep a low profile this week.”

The Book of Records then stopped on a page, subtly giving off a happy glow as it highlighted the book Sebastian was looking for as well as the name of the borrower, who he found himself getting acquainted to as of late…

“Sneaking into places you shouldn’t be on your first day back, Mr. Sallow!”

Sebastian tensed at the shrill reprimand that came from Madam Scribner at seeing him standing by her desk just as the Book of Records quietly closed in on itself, “I was actually hoping to see you on my first day, Madam!” Sebastian put on his best winning smile as he continued charmingly, “But seeing as you weren’t here at a time I was looking for a specific title for class, the Book of Records was kind enough to help me locate it.”  

“Such nonsense! The only thing you’ve been helping is—”

“—The new student.” Another voice spoke up before Madam Scribner could finish her sentence, attempting to grasp her bearings upon seeing their Deputy Headmistress, “Professor Weasley, as you can see, I’ve caught Mr. Sallow somewhere I deemed him inappropriate to be and I think it’s only right that detention is in order—”

“—Which he will be serving under me, Agnes. I assure you, detention will fail in comparison to what’s in store for him this afternoon.”

Sebastian couldn’t help raise his eyebrows at what Professor Weasley had said, but remained silent as he watched Scribner be content at the thought that he was in more trouble now that the Deputy Headmistress was involved.

“Come now Mr. Sallow, we’ve places to be.” Casting one last uneasy glance at the moldy Librarian, Sebastian made to follow Professor Weasley out the Library.

“I take it from Professor Hecat that you’ve become acquainted with our new fifth year?” Professor Weasley asked just as they entered the busy hubbub that made up Central Hall.

“You could say she’s made quite the impression for the whole class, but yes we have exchanged a few words, Professor.” And then some, Sebastian kept that last tidbit to himself.

“Hmm… Well, it seems you’ve also left quite the impression on Ms. Hayes, enough for her to request your presence in accompanying her to Hogsmeade this afternoon.”

“Pardon, Professor?” Sebastian asked in surprise, thinking his ears were deceiving him.     

“As we’ve all, incidentally, been made aware of the unfortunate circumstance prior to Ms. Hayes’ arrival last night, I’ve arranged a quick trip to Hogsmeade to supplement a list of her lost belongings and a new wand at Ollivander’s.” Sebastian’s brows shot up at now having been given confirmation that he truly had, in fact, lost a duel to someone who had yet to even wield a wand that they could call their own.

“I’ve instructed her to meet you by the castle doors once the lunch hour is over. You’ll be excused from the remainder of your classes this afternoon and I’ll also be granting you House Points in exchange of safely escorting Ms. Hayes to Hogsmeade. Do you have any more questions, Mr. Sallow?”

Despite Sebastian being most definitely curious as to why this particular task didn’t exactly present itself as an equivalent to getting detention, he wisely kept silent and was now left to ponder the opportunity that presented itself in his hands. There was still the matter of the reference book he was initially on the hunt for, and now seems to be the most perfect time than any to ask if Beatrice was open to sharing the book with him, maybe over study time after dinner tonight.

Sebastian was already nodding in self-satisfaction at his brilliant plan of action when he spotted the telltale waver of cobalt blue robes now heading his way, “Well, fancy meeting you here.” He said in amusement as Beatrice came closer.

“Hello, Sebastian.” She greeted back almost sheepishly, he noted, judging from the slight blush dusting her usually fair cheeks.

“Ah, my new ‘charge’. I’m told you’re in dire need of supplies and I’m to accompany you into Hogsmeade for them. It’s an honor, assuming this is your first foray into the village?” Sebastian couldn’t help but emphasize a hidden question behind his words.

“It is. I haven’t left the castle since I arrived, unfortunately, this also caused me to be quite a burden to your time today.” Ah, now Sebastian could ascertain the source of Beatrice’s discomfiture.

“No worries. I quite understand if you feel the need to spend time with me really, what with the exclusive knowledge I’ve imparted with you so far. Though speaking of which, you seem to have acquired something that’ll greatly assist me in accomplishing the Charms homework you’ve cleverly gotten exempted from Professor Ronen. What do you say to a trade? Time with me to Hogsmeade this afternoon, in exchange for your time sharing a certain reference material with me later during Study period?”

“You’re starting to make me rethink my choice of company between you and Natty, Sallow.” Sebastian watched with bated breath as Beatrice narrowed her eyes at him, her blush now replaced by a playful smile on her lips as she continued, “I see no other choice but to leave my fate in your hands this afternoon Sebastian, but know that I chose you for your experience with duelling, just in case our quick excursion to Hogsmeade takes on an eventful approach.”

“Well, if my deftness with a wand is most agreeable to you, I shall endeavour to be the very best of guides then.” He’d realized too late the innuendo he may have teased in just now, clearing his throat to quickly make up for it, “Hogsmeade’s a charming little place. Self-contained too. We should be able to find you everything that you need. Shall we?” He reached out to open one side of the castle’s doors, gathering the courage to glance at Beatrice’s reaction, thankfully the sight of Hogwarts’ grounds still left her amazed enough to gloss over his slip in decorum. It wouldn’t do good if any of the student body mistook him for being sleazy with the new fifth-year, aside from his resident detention-seeker reputation.

“Care to put a little jog in our steps on our trip to Hogsmeade?”

“I garner, the sooner we get there, the sooner I’ll be able to pay my debt to you during Study period tonight.”

Sebastian felt his heart skip a beat at her teasing tone, but chose to hide his flustered state as he lead the way into Hogwarts’ grounds, it was by the time they’d reached the North exit gates that he was sure he could speak with confidence, “I was glad Professor Weasley asked me to join you today, she seems to have taken quite a shine to you.”

“Has she? That’s nice to hear.”

Slowing down his gait, Sebastian looked back to see that Beatrice had a familiar-looking tome in her hands— what was it called again? A Wizard’s Field Guide?

“I’m still surprised that a professor would entrust me with anything, given my detention record.” He spoke as Beatrice reached his side.

“Spend a lot of time in detention, do you?” She snapped the book shut and placed it out of sight before focusing her full attention on him.

This consciously made him look away as he started picking up the pace in their stroll again, “Just enough to keep me well-rounded. Speaking of detention, this trip to Hogsmeade might’ve saved me from one.”

“Glad I could be of service.” He noticed Beatrice had no trouble keeping up with him, so long as she wasn’t getting distracted with their surroundings.

“Madam Scribner, the librarian, was on the hunt for me— as is often the case. Professor Weasley came to retrieve me and was able to convince ol’ Scribner that I had somewhere to be.”

“So how did you manage to get on the librarian’s bad side?”

“Well, I suppose it’s a matter of differing opinions. She thinks I shouldn’t be allowed in the Restricted Section, and I, on the other hand, am inclined to disagree.” He might as well come clean to her why he was ‘spending a lot of time in detention’ in the first place— better be a seeker of knowledge than a no-good troublemaker.

“Oh, just one moment.” He found himself stopping off the side of some glowing bushes as he continued, “This is an excellent spot to gather lacewing flies. They’re pretty to look at, but if you stew them long enough they make a powerful potion ingredient.”

He was about to hand her some of the spare bottles he usually had in his robe pockets when she surprised him yet again by producing one of her own, wandwork efficient as she gathered the tiny, glowing insects before closing the lid over them— and of course that Field Guide of hers was again in her hands.

Sebastian couldn’t help hide the snort of laughter that threatened to escape him, which made Beatrice look at him with furrowed brows, “It’s not you, really—” His amusement now reduced to a snicker as he remembered fondly, “—my sister, Anne, she’s just the complete opposite of you gathering those particular ingredients. An absolute menace, especially during our first year, whenever she’d choose to dive in a bush to make the lacewings scatter— always teased that her way of living in the moment should have landed her straight to Gryffindor, and she would have, if not for a common friend we’d made just before the Sorting Ceremony that day…”

He made to continue their stroll, catching Beatrice’s unwavering gaze on him as he walked back, “…I actually would have been sorted into Ravenclaw, myself.” The pleasant surprise that graced her features then was enough to make him smile, and he could practically hear the metaphoric gears shifting in her head as they continued towards their destination, fancying the thought that maybe he’d caught her interest now too when—

“Merlin’s beard! From the Forbidden Forest! Look!”

“What’s going on??” Sebastian was quick enough to notice how Beatrice tensed the moment they’d both heard the tumbling of trees off to their side.

“Relax, see for yourself!” They slowed to watch a pair of adult Hippogriffs majestically fly pass overhead, “Quite a sight, isn’t it? You certainly don’t see that every day.” He was relieved to see his companion’s rigid posture relax into an open look of wonder as Beatrice’s eyes followed the magical beasts that flew by, he would have completely stopped to observe the beautiful sight in front of him too but—

“Do you think Poppy’s already seen the Hippogriffs?”

“Absolutely.”

As if Plummly’s voice wasn’t already known to grate on one’s nerves, Larson’s tone that soon followed made Sebastian subconsciously bristle, though he chose instead to keep walking while Prewett boisterously came up with some silly names for the beasts, enough to make him scoff in distaste.

Unfortunately, as he found himself lost in thought at how those Hippogriffs would happily prance over the loud red-head’s body, Sebastian only then noticed that his lovely charge was called over by that Housemate of hers. Stopping ways atop a stone bridge as he watched from afar how the blond Ravenclaw almost looked proud at having to introduce Beatrice to their other schoolmates, Sebastian only looked away when he saw Larson lean towards her to whisper something. It was becoming an inappropriate habit, that git.

Beatrice soon found her way to him right after, but he petulantly chose to start jogging straight ahead as he took quick breaths of the cool Highlands air, “To the left is the Forbidden Forest. Out of bounds to all students.”

“Hence the name.” Again, he wondered if she had already broken a sweat in their stroll with the way her voice still kept steady.

“Precisely. They think it’s too dangerous. I think they need to have more confidence in our defensive abilities.” Sebastian huffed out in exertion now, stopping as he pointed towards something ahead of them, “Ah, you can see Hogsmeade just past those ruins up ahead.” He looked back then when he was met with silence though, seeing Beatrice stood ways from him as he observed her gazing back at the entirety that made up Hogwarts. The majestic backdrop along with the glow that came from the early afternoon sun only enhancing the mystery that this girl presented him with— it was what caught his attention of her in the first place.

“Have you had much of a chance to explore the castle?” He asked gently as he came closer, careful not to jostle her out of her reverie.

“A little. It’s positively enormous.” The small smile that graced her fair features spoke of more secrets that enticed him to unravel.

“It is that. I’ve been there five years and barely scratched the surface. Loads to see. Places to discover.”

“Oh? Any you’d like to share with the class?” She glanced up at him in amusement as they resumed their stroll in a more leisurely pace. He couldn’t help but smile knowingly back at her, “Perhaps one day. I can’t go around telling you all my secrets now, can I? You still haven’t told me how you became so good at duelling.”

Half expecting silence from her, he was surprised instead to hear her laughter, “Alright. You’ve now probably heard all sorts of rumors from whence I came, tell me what you know, and I might as well find amusement in hearing the most absurd of them.”

Interesting… This was a chance for Sebastian to slowly unravel the mystery that was the new fifth-year, so of course he’d grab at the opportunity.

“Very well, since you willingly offered. Let’s see, you’re either Professor Fig’s protégé, taken in from a family of various blood statuses— who were either ashamed to have a Squib in the family or entirely didn’t have Magic at all.”

He watched as Beatrice nodded along in a way of maybe, amusing him enough to continue, “Or you could be the Professor’s lost / estranged daughter, suddenly introducing herself with the awakening of her newly discovered Magic?”

Beatrice furrowed her brows at this, but Sebastian found himself on a roll before he could think to stop, “And there was also that bit of being a young paramour…” Although it was truly an afterthought as he murmured that last part, he was too late to realize as Beatrice stopped in her tracks and instantly gone quiet.

“I know that one was a nasty rumor.” Sebastian found himself saying quickly as he stopped to look back at his companion, her expression now unreadable but he could swear he almost felt the hair rise on his nape, as if he was about to be struck down by something. Although it was instantly gone the moment Beatrice sharply looked away as she slowly let out a breath, continuing their stroll.

“It’s my fault. Knowing how rumors can range, I should have stopped you at the first one.” She said in a clipped tone, which made Sebastian run a hand on his nape as he closely followed her, an apology already halfway out his lips when Beatrice continued talking, “My mother was the Squib, but Nana loved her dearly despite that, half-expected it really when she married my Muggle grandfather. A man of many stories from their archeological digs together, she’d fondly tell me, he treated her as his equal. Shame he hadn’t lived long enough to raise my mother alongside Nana.”

Sebastian found himself mesmerized, knowing this was a rare moment to hear this mysterious girl start to open up to him, he quietly listened in as he watched a faraway look slowly overtake Beatrice’s features as they walked, “Given that my mother had me when she was barely 18, and considering her weakening constitution after… My Nana was the only one left to raise me alone.”

He, of all people, knew how it was to have lost a parent— no amount of consolation would make it easier, even in the long run. The least he could do though is offer Beatrice comfort, though instead he found himself hesitating as his hands clenched at his sides, choosing to watch on as she held out her second-hand wand in a state of self-reflection, “Despite having raised me to be aware of Magic, she never once tried teaching me the most basic wand movements. I tried learning it on my own out of childish curiosity and sheer fascination, but later only assumed that maybe Nana never bothered teaching me for the same reason that I may never be able to wield Magic at all.”

Something caught Sebastian’s curiosity with what Beatrice said, “You— never said anything about your father…?”

A beat of silence immediately followed before, “Nana never told me anything about him.” Proceeding to tuck away the wand she held, Beatrice then looked Sebastian straight in the eye as she spoke resolutely, “And I didn’t bother to ask after someone who never took responsibility for my mother.”  

He felt that hair-raising sensation again that came with Beatrice’s gaze, but it was gone the moment she looked away, “Instead of an Acceptance Letter from Hogwarts, I was carted off after my Nana’s passing, the same month I turned 11… You’re familiar with the concept of convents?”

Taken by surprise with her sudden question, Sebastian answered the best way he could remember from a time when Ominis had dragged him and Anne to temporarily take on Muggle Studies, “Places of worship, or so I’ve read, mostly made up of women, yes? Like a coven of sorts?”

“Structurally, maybe. But therein lies the difference in beliefs— I’d have been sooner burned at the stake for even talking about the Magic I grew up being aware of. So, I kept mum and continued with my studies that way.”

“Forgive me if I get this wrong, but I don’t recall the Muggle education for women had anything close to the equivalent of duelling…?”

“True. In fact, we were generally taught to be ‘perfect housewives’, extending that training to the young girls and women we took in— some of which were even daughters from noble families, ranging from children to ones who were close to bear their own wee-born as well. In secret, of course.” Beatrice gave a meaningful glance towards Sebastian as she said that last bit of information, continuing, “The donations that came with keeping such illicit affairs behind holy grounds were exceedingly generous, enough to expand on other sets of skills that could prove useful for our small community.”

And while it took him a while to wrap his head around the concept of a ‘perfect housewife’, Sebastian became all the more curious as to the last half of what Beatrice said, “I’m guessing by ‘other sets of skills’, you meant duelling? I’m curious how it made you adapt quickly to handling a wand.”

“You’d find training to defend yourself from any manner of threats to be quite useful.” Her somewhat cryptic smile didn’t help in sating Sebastian’s curiosity at all, “And with the number of noble ladies under our care, we couldn’t very well risk relying on men to guard the ones we were entrusted to ‘keep safe until their coming-of-age’. Our Mother Superior foresaw this all and even encouraged our participation in some way or other, she— also happened to be my late grandfather’s older sister.”

“Seems like you have something waiting for you back in London, then? Training to be next in line to your grandaunt?” Sebastian found himself whistling at her revelation, trying to wash out the sudden feeling of disappointment on finding out her future commitment.

“It doesn’t work like that though. There was the matter of my legitimacy at birth, after all.” He instantly felt regret at seeing Beatrice’s smile turn bittersweet, knowing he’d struck a chord, “It was either I’d get adopted or I got married, and well… I was a bit past the age for the former…”

“I’m sure your grandaunt wouldn’t have easily condoned with the latter either…?”

“She wouldn’t have. Had she still been alive.” Beatrice trailed off as they heard the sound of hooves coming their way, he extended an arm to gently steer the girl away from the beast-drawn carriage, only then noticing how Beatrice had slowed her steps as if to observe the macabre creatures in the light of the afternoon sun.

“I’ve always thought Thestrals pulling a carriage a bit grim. Though I suppose most people don’t actually see them at all.” He never did feel comfortable with seeing the creatures that heralded Death.

“But you can see them?” He detected surprise in her tone, and a touch of curiosity, though this time he felt hesitant to share.

“Unfortunately. But you’ve seen quite a bit yourself first-hand too— Most notably that dragon attack.” He chanced a guess that the main reason Beatrice could see Thestrals had nothing related to losing a loved one as he and his sister had, “Hopefully the rest of your year isn’t as eventful.”

A companionable silence enveloped them then as they both turned right from the post pointing towards Hogsmeade, he’d only risked a glance at Beatrice to see how she was fairing when— “Oof!”

Sebastian instinctively held onto the person who bumped into him, instantly recognizing the man unsteady on his feet, “Mr. Moon! You look a bit worse for wear, are you alright?”

“How is he? Do you know him?” Beatrice asked as she assisted in leaning the older man towards a dead tree stump off the side of the road.

“He’s the Hogwarts caretaker.” Sebastian shrugged as his companion gave him a disbelieving look in reply, “Hello Mr. Moon. Have you met our new fifth-year?” He resisted the urge to wave a hand in front of the older man’s vision to test just how out-of-it the other truly was.

“Pleasure. You might want to turn back Mr. Sallow. Turn and— run.”

“Sir. Is everything all right? He and Beatrice slightly took a step back as the older man was racked with hiccoughs, exclaiming in-between, “It looked right at me! Eyes big as saucers!”

Now exchanging a careful glance with the girl beside him, Sebastian slowly asked, “What did, Mr. Moon?”

“Demi—guise. Ugly and hairy and terrifying!” Mr. Moon hiccoughed in what sounded to be distress in-between his barely coherent words, “I shall be at the castle where it’s safe. Good luck to both of you!”

Deciding to leave the man to stumble back towards the school, Sebastian only voiced out his utter disbelief when he was sure Mr. Moon was already out of earshot, “A Demiguise? I don’t know what he’s putting in his pumpkin juice, but he’s obviously had too much of it. I’ve never seen Mr. Moon in such a state.” He rubbed his chin in contemplation as they continued towards the small bridge leading towards their intended destination.

“Aren’t they beasts that can turn invisible? Do you think Mr. Moon actually got to see a real one?” He was amused at hearing Beatrice’s enthusiasm at the thought of seeing one for herself, he’d hate to break her heart by not keeping her hopes up.

“Well, Mr. Moon is quite the character. My sister Anne thinks he’s lovely, but I’d say he could improve a bit as a caretaker.”

“Speaking of, I’m assuming your sister is in Slytherin too?”

“She is— or rather, she was. She’s not well at the moment, but she’ll be better soon and back at Hogwarts.” Sebastian found himself hesitating to divulge more at the moment as they both now entered the lively village, choosing to bask in the surrounding chatter as he breathed in, “Honestly, if one could bottle the magic of this place— I don’t know if it’s the shops or the people, but there’s just something about Hogsmeade. We all flock to it like moths to a flame.”

Spying Beatrice stop by some precariously stacked cauldrons outside Ceridwen’s, he watched as she pulled out a piece of rolled parchment from her robes before he decided to ask, “So how would you like to do this? I see you’ve got a list from Weasley of things to get— a wand and some other bits?”

“Yes, dittany seeds, some spellcrafts and some potion recipes.” She skimmed over the parchment, listing off it as a giddy smile threatened to win over her features, Sebastian thought her adorable.

“Perfect.” It was only when she stopped looking at her list and focused on him instead did Sebastian backtrack on what he said as he cleared his throat, “Can’t wait to see what you do with a new wand. And a short list gives you plenty of time to poke around the village.” He ended with a short clap of his hands before awkwardly continuing, “I uh, actually just have to pop into a shop to find something for my sister. Do you mind if we meet up in the town circle when you’re finished?”

“Oh! Of course, wouldn’t want to impose too much on your time than I already have…” Beatrice trailed off while she rummaged her robes to fish out her Field Guide, “And this’ll surely help me in keeping track of my list!”

Sebastian had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing at Beatrice’s barely concealed attempt at wanting to cast Revelio all over the magical village, “Glad to hear it. Remember, have fun. It’s Hogsmeade.”

It was when they’d already parted ways did Sebastian find himself slowing to a stop, glancing back to spot Beatrice disappear inside Tomes and Scrolls, did he come to the realization that he hadn’t exactly found out about the circumstances surrounding her sudden, if not late, admission to Hogwarts.

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[xslytherclawx-writes]

5 years ago, I posted the very first chapter of La Magique étude du Bonheur, which became the first installment of my now 300k+ Ravenclaw Regulus AU

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and i also have, by popular request, the start of a series of, uh, AUs? of Ravenclaw AU. lots of it is "what would have happened if max and reg had kissed sooner" but some of it is more gen! i will sort out an update schedule for this shortly.

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[madhatterbri]

Gifts | H.G.

Summary: Hermione has been down lately and her girlfriend knows how to cheer her up.

Author Summary: Came to my head randomly. 🤷‍♀️ I hope you all like it. ❤️

"There you are," Bridget smiled as soon as her eyes laid on her girlfriend. Her hands were behind her back. Hermione looked at her puzzled. "I have a gift for you,"

"How did you find me?" Hermione questioned while looking around. She wasn't in her normal hiding spots. The library seemed stuffy lately and some fresh air was much needed.

"I asked Potter when I couldn't find you in your usual spots," she answered and sat down next to her. A wrapped box was placed on Hermione's lap. "Open it. You'll love it. I promise,"

"Oh. You didn't have to," she sighed yet smiled. Bridget was always there whenever she needed a pick me up. They were keeping their relationship quiet. Hermione was already teased enough for being a mudblood.

Hermione untied the ribbon neatly. She wasn't one to make a mess. The wrapping paper was the next to go. Bridget held the trash and watched Hermione. In Hermione's hands was an old book.

"What is it?" Hermione asked curiously. Her fingers touching the spine softly. She didn't dare want to break it.

"It's an old diary from one of my ancestors that died during the Salem witch trials. She was learning wandless magic before they hanged her for witchcraft. I know you've been trying to learn and I wanted you to have it," the Ravenclaw answered. "And the bookmark is so you don't lose your place,"

Bridget opened the cover and showed Hermione the bookmark. Violet colored yarn poked out at the top. A picture of them smiling and kissing each other's cheek played on the bookmark. "I know you read all the books from cover to cover but just in case you needed a break."

Hermione smiled at the gifts and looked at her girlfriend with a shy smile.

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