#slytherin x gryfindor

[lauryri]

Brother’s Best Friend

Sirius Black x reader

In which Sirius Black finds comfort in the person he least expects.

The same day that Sirius Black realized his parents were Slytherins was the same day that Sirius had sworn off all Slytherins forever. It started off as a childish thing, a one-sided, unspoken attempt to get back at his parents for all of their strict rules and exaggerated lectures about the importance of his pure-blood ancestry.

When he met James Potter on his first train ride to Hogwarts, the resentment towards Slytherins grew into a shared inside joke. Something that the two of them could continuously throw around. Never mind that James Potter was from a pure-blood family as well. The joke was just another feeble attempt to get back at his parents.

And then, he met Severus Snape. And then, he met the insults and snide remarks of his Slytherin classmates. And then, he had finally decided: there was no good that came out of Slytherin.

So it’s no surprise that when his little brother, Regulus, was sorted into Slytherin a year later, Sirius was devastated. Sirius was silent during the entirety of dinner and even remained silent as he arrived in his dorm. The other boys tried not to disturb him, but they had never seen him so quiet before, and it was starting to disturb them.

“Some evening,” Peter said awkwardly, a yawn emerging from him. Remus gave him a strict look before turning his attention back to Sirius, worry evident on his face.

The silence only seemed to grow thicker until finally Sirius sighed and his words rushed out, eager for release.

“I thought he was different. This whole time I thought he wasn’t like them,” Sirius began.

“I mean yeah, Slytherins can be awful, but he’s your brother,” James replied, attempting to soothe his best friend.

“Very insightful, James,” Remus said sarcastically from his side of the dorm. He leaned back against his bed frame. “But I agree. He’s your brother. You know him.”

“I don’t think I do anymore,” he replied solemnly, his eyes sullen yet harsh.

“Don’t be like that, Sirius,” said Remus, “just talk to him.”

Sirius doesn’t talk to him the next day. Or the rest of the year for that matter. He says what he has to during the summer but when school starts, he goes back to ignoring him.

It’s not easy to pretend that Regulus doesn’t exist. He started to play quidditch. He is one of the smartest in his year. And he’s always seen with a Slytherin girl that is in Sirius’ potions class. She’s reserved and intelligent. She seems polite enough. She talks with Lily Evans. She’s even pretty. But she’s also a Slytherin and Sirius believes that’s a good enough reason not to trust her.

She’s always with Regulus. They sit together in the Great Hall. They walk in the corridors together. Sirius spots her one day leaning against Regulus’ shoulder, laughing loudly at something he said. Sirius resents her for it. He hates her for knowing Regulus.

Later that day, Sirius is walking into Potions class when he spots her talking with Lily Evans. He tries to walk past unbothered, but then he hears her mention Regulus’ name.

“Regulus and I have a bet,” she says with a laugh. Sirius tries to ignore how sweet her laugh sounds.

“Is that right?” Lily chuckles and shakes her head.

“He’s the best seeker that’s ever been. Write it down. This Saturday. You’ll see.”

“He really doesn’t think he’ll catch the snitch?” Lily wonders curiously.

The girl responds back with a small pout. “He doubts himself a lot. I hate it. But I’ll win the bet, and he’ll see.”

Sirius rolls his eyes and continues walking. What does she know? Regulus is his brother after all.

Their conversation leaves him with an irritation that follows him the rest of the day and a worry that maybe he doesn’t know his brother anymore. James has tried cheering him up, but Sirius continues his sulking all day. He hardly eats anything when they sit down in the Great Hall. He goes to bed as soon as they make their way to the dorms. No one bothers him.

The next morning, the marauders don’t even have to ask Sirius what’s wrong. He wakes up determined and explains the whole situation to them.

“He doubts himself sometimes. I hate it,” Sirius says, mocking the girl as his story comes to an end. He shakes his head furiously.

“Are you talking about y/n?” asks Remus.

“Y/n? I don’t even know who that is. Did you hear anything that I even said?” Sirius looks as if Remus has just deeply betrayed him.

“The girl you keep complaining about. She’s Lily’s partner in potions,” says Remus as if this is common knowledge.

“A friend of Lily’s is a friend of mine,” says James, a teasing smile on his face.

Sirius thinks that maybe, given a different circumstance, he might have laughed. But James is supposed to always be on his side, so he makes a face of disgust instead. “You too? Peter?”

“She’s quite pretty,” He responds with a shrug of his shoulders.

“She’s a Slytherin,” Sirius mutters, but it’s loud enough for the rest of them to catch it.

“Really?” Remus rolls his eyes, “I thought we were past all of the house prejudice or whatever you’d like to call it.”

“That’s not why I don’t like her,” Sirius lies, quickly defending himself. He pauses as he struggles to come up with another valid reason. He continues on anyway, “she’s very… assuming. How can she possibly know how Regulus feels? I’m his brother. If anyone knows him it’s me.”

The three of the boys share a knowing look.

“Sirius,” Peter speaks up hesitantly “when’s the last time you even spoke to Regulus?”

Sirius isn’t sure why that question hits him as hard as it does, but it hurts. Surely it wasn’t that long ago. They spoke a little during last summer whenever he wasn’t at James’ house…

Sirius decides that he doesn’t owe any of them an explanation. He stands up quickly and mutters a faint, “excuse me.”

Sirius’ urge to run away leads him to the front of Hogwarts’ entrance. He finds it ironic that the first thing he notices as he exits Hogwarts’ front doors is the Slytherin girl, or Y/n as she sits alone near the Great Lake.

Sirius had no time to think about the reckless act he was about to make. He was fueled by the anger of Peter’s question and the fact that he really didn’t know when the last time he had spoken to his brother was. He figured the only obvious option was to blame her. The girl with soft eyes and a determined expression. The girl sitting with her back against the tree, seeming not to notice the ruckus of the other students around her, not even noticing Sirius’ haste steps towards her as she stares into her book.

“Y/n, is it?” he says finally as he comes to an abrupt stop in front of her. In a quick second, her eyebrows furrow and her gaze is on him. Her eyes even widen a little bit.

She takes a few seconds to respond, and in all of those few seconds, Sirius can feel himself growing impatient. Before she can even finish saying yes, Sirius cuts her off.

“It’s a bit cold out here to be reading don’t you think?” his tone is harsh.

“What?” she replies confused, and Sirius almost feels bad. Almost.

“It’s just that it’s cold, and you’re not even wearing a jacket and…” Sirius’ voice begins to falter. His pride doesn’t let him stop. “I’m Regulus’ brother.”

She nods. “I know that,” she says sharply.

Sirius is immediately taken aback.

“Fine. Who are you anyway, his girlfriend or something?” he replies back with the same sharpness in his tone.

She laughs loudly enough to surprise him. He looks at her in confusion, and she shakes her head. “Who are you to ask something like that? You won’t even look at him.”

Sirius tries not to let that hurt him, but it does. “I’m his brother.” He keeps saying this. He’s hoping that after saying it enough times this simple fact will make up for everything else.

“No. I’m not his girlfriend,” she replies.

“You just seem to always be with him,” Sirius presses on, and he knows he shouldn’t, but some pathetic part of him feels like by talking to her, he’s kind of talking to Regulus.

“He’s my best friend.” With those simple words, Sirius has the daunting feeling that he has completely lost his brother. He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and Y/n just stares up at him curiously.

“Why are you speaking to me, Sirius?” she asks after moments of silence.

“I don’t know,” he admits because isn’t it just the truth? He doesn’t know.

Y/n continues to stare at him, and it kind of annoys Sirius until she finally says, in a calm voice, “Talk to him before the match tomorrow.”

Sirius doesn’t really understand, but before he can ask, she’s adding on.

“ ‘Good luck’ or ‘you’re going down’ I don’t care what it is. Talk to him.” And with that, she goes back to her book.

Sirius is going to talk to him. The game is about to start, and Regulus is right there. He’s going to talk to him any minute now…

Regulus is already focused on the game. Most people have a hard time understanding Regulus, but to Sirius it comes naturally. He can see the way worry flickers across his face before immediately being pushed away. He feels the urge to reach out, to comfort him. And now he understands why Y/n had asked him to say something; he understands her conversation with Lily.

The whistle blows and Regulus is about to fly when Sirius blurts it out.

“Good luck,” he says to Regulus. Regulus is undoubtedly surprised. His eyebrows raise, and he’s quiet for a few seconds.

Then, he simply nods, “Sure, you too.”

Regulus doesn’t sound bitter. The interaction between them almost feels natural. Sirius smiles lightly. Although, it doesn’t take long for the brief happiness to subside into a feeling of guilt. He spent so much time resenting his brother for something outside of his control. He has a sinking feeling that he was wrong.

He tries to find Y/n in the stands, and when he does he breathes in sharply at the sight. She is smiling so brightly that he finds it difficult to look away. He hates to admit it, but he thinks he might have been wrong about her too.

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[pinkxlicious]

Loveless P.1

Tom Riddle

Doesn't follow timeline

Warnings: Angst, cursing, toxic relationship

Words: 1959

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It's been three years since you've divorced your husband. Four years since the wedding. Eight years since you first met him. You met Tom during your years at Hogwarts. The two of you were polar opposites, maybe that's why the two of you didn't work out. You were a bright and mostly optimistic Hufflepuff while Tom was a cruel pessimistic Slytherin. But you taught him how to love, sort of. He was incapable to love, but you taught him how to care and that was enough for you. Until his "care" for you turned into obsession, he didn't love you, he was only possessive of you. But you were young and didn't know it then, you're still young now but you've gone through more than anyone could've imagined.

The start of it all was during a potions class when Tom was required to tutor you. You struggled greatly in potions and you were at the edge of failing. Although Tom was reluctant, cold, and monotone with you, overtime you grew on him. The two of you were great friends, you were the only one in the world who had ever seen Tom smile and laugh. Then one night under the stars, after a year of friendship, after a year of slowly breaking through his walls, you kissed him under the moonlight. Of course you felt fireworks and butterflies, but Tom felt nothing but a pair of lips on his. He didn't pull away though, he liked it physically, but not emotionally. The only emotions that submerged from him after that night was possession and obsession. He wanted you to himself but he didn't love you, he never loved you. He was obsessed with your heart but he didn't love it. There was simply no cure for his cruelness, it was something he was born with. He couldn't feel compassion, empathy, anything at all. But you were delusional, you thought you had changed him. You changed him slightly, he became slightly more empathetic and he became better at expressing his feelings. He could pretend he cared, he was so good at mimicking emotions, just to please you.

So after your years at Hogwarts, despite your friends warnings about him, you married him. You married him at the ripe age of 18. You were truly the definition of young and dumb, but who could blame you? He was beautiful, he had a sharp chiseled jawline paired with a dark set of siren eyes. His hair was silky and his Adam's apple bobbed whenever he swallowed. a detail you noticed the first day you met him. But his voice was what you fell for. The sound of hell sounded so similar to wedding bells and the gates of heaven. His voice drew you in, as he spat straight lies about how he loved you so much. At night he would whisper how you made him feel, how much he adored you and the love you gave him. Maybe he really did try to love you, but what he felt was nothing but obsession and the need to keep you forever. But obsession wears off after a while, and that's what happened.

During the year of marriage, you had morphed into someone completely different. It was like you were lost within your body. The only thing on your mind was pleasing your husband, trying to get him to love you, when he never did. You ran around the house for hours on end, cleaning everything you could until the place was spotless. But when Tom came home he just hung his hat on the coat hanger and place alovelesskiss on your forehead and remain mute for the rest of the night. You would tell him about your day, how you took a walk in the garden, and how you went to the bakers and bought him a cake for his promotion party at the ministry. But he barely blinked at your stories. Now that he had you completely wrapped around his finger, he felt bored. You were no longer 15 and giggling at other boys, you were his and only his. He didn't have to chase you anymore, and he didn't have to mimic his love for you anymore. Because no matter what, you would always stick to him like glue and feed off of his validation.

You had completely withered away, you lost all your friends since Tom basically kept them away from you. Your kind and bubbly personality had disappeared into an almost robotic like state. You stopped going on walks in the garden, you had almost disappeared from the face of Earth. It had gotten to the point where people around the small town would ask Tom if you were even alive. You would stay curled up on the sofa thinking about way you could be a better wife, and wonder why Tom no longer loves and pays attention to you anymore. It took exactly one year for the angry, unloved teenager you to emerge to snap you out of your state. Because your 15 year old self would never let this slide. But you were so smitten at the time that even she was long gone and hidden away under a flood of young love and lust. But she was slowly emerging and coming to her senses. It was December 31st, Tom had come home at 11:00pm, five hours later than when he usually came home. And something snapped inside of you.

"Where have you been?" You asked softly but firmly.

"I was at the bar with Abraxas Malfoy," Tom said monotonously, his dark eyes followed until they landed on you. Still beautiful as ever, even when you had completely lost yourself.

"No you weren't. I know you weren't with him because his shop is open until 12:00am for New years. Do. Not. Lie. To. Me." You felt a spark ignite in you, you didn't feel sadness. You felt anger, you knew that you were a trophy wife, you had done everything you could. It was his fault. All the pieces were coming together. "Who were you with? Were you with Ms Lestrange? Your secretary? Or maybe the gardener? Do not test me, Tom. You do not want to know what I'm about to fucking do to you."

"You wouldn't do anything to me, love, you know you love me too much," Tom smirked slightly and came up to you to kiss your forehead, but you swatted him away.

"You know you haven't kissed me in five months, right?" You felt your eyes burn and water, your voice had a slight vibrato. "Five. Months. I thought it was probably because you were always so busy at work and you just forgot. But you are never at work, Abraxas told me that you've been skipping shifts the other day. Care to explain that?"

"Darling what are you implying..." Tom asked carefully, putting on his act of care and cautiousness, but this time you saw right through his facade. You were no longer going to put up with his shit.

"I thought you loved me but you have been acting this entire time. Because you enjoy the feeling of someone wrapped around your finger. All you want is control. YOU CANNOT LOVE. I wish I could've seen that sooner. I gave up everything for you! Did you know I gave up a FUCKING scholarship to America to live with you?!" You said loudly, not yet yelling but loud to get your point across. You had always been a soft spoken person, so this shocked Tom slightly. He was taken aback.

"Now dear, calm down. I'm sorry I lied, I was with a friend we were coming up with new plans for the ministry," Tom reasoned, but you were two steps ahead of him.

"Shut up, actually shut the fuck up. You are NOT going to lie in my fucking face like that. I know where you were. You were with Lestrange, weren't you. I always suspected something but I loved you too much so I pushed it under the rug. But Abraxas told me he saw the two of you together, going to the motel. Don't play with me, I will rock your shit," You warned quietly, keeping eye contact.

"Fine, you caught me," Tom said, all empathy dropping from his voice. His nostrils flared slightly in rage. " But you know why? You are such a people pleaser, how can you expect me to NOT get bored. You are so easy, I got bored. At least Lestrange knew how to keep things interesting."

You were flabbergasted by his words, his words cut through your heart clean. You swallowed the thump in your throat and looked him dead in the eye.

"I was loving you, I loved you so much. I spent all my time on you, I spent everything on you so you could be happy. I wanted to be happy with you, that's why I'm always trying to make things right. But you have done absolutely NOTHING for our relationship. And I wish I've realized sooner, but I never fixed you. You will always be cruel, you have always been cruel. No one can fix you because you are unfixable."

"You are absolutely delusional!" Tom laughed, hard. "OF COURSE I never loved you, I told you that I couldn't love. I TOLD YOU but you thought you could fix me. So I let you, I got a lot in return, not sure about you though."

You pushed him back and ran to the bedroom with tears whelming your eyes. How could you let this happen to yourself? You wished you weren't so stupid and fell for his tricks. You should've known better, you were a tough person, but somehow he had cracked you. You grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed your clothes into them. What made you break was the fact that Tom didn't even call for you. He watched you from the hallway, packing your bags. He knew deep down that he would miss your presence, but he couldn't love. So he didn't care.

You walked out of the room and came close to Tom who hadn't even blinked.

"We're getting a divorce. I'll be staying else where but you'll be expecting papers within the week. I hope you enjoy your life screwing poor women." You seethed, and the stomped on his foot with your heel.

Tom grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you in close, you almost fell. "Don't think you can get away with that." He breathed, though it was lowkey hot you slapped him hard.

"Don't fucking touch me. I'll be back to fuck up your life. I hate you," You said angrily as your tears involuntarily began to fall down your face. Tom wiped your tears almost lovingly.

"Oh darling you cant hate me. You've fallen too deep, I'm sure you'll be back some day,"

"Oh you wish, I'd rather die. For all know you're going to be running back for me because all the other women will leave you. They will all realize you're just a sick fraud with no feelings," Your heart broke a little more as the feeling sank in. You were really leaving him, you were scared but it had to be done. "I have a feeling you're going to do something fucking evil to me Tom, but don't you dare try it because I will win this time."

"If you think you can win over me? We both know that I have you wrapped around my finger and you will always come running back to me. You know that. I know that. Everybody knows, so I don't expect you to be gone for more than an hour."

"You're full of shit, I'm never coming back."

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[quillthrillswriting]

can't get over my fem oc (who is draco's love interest) trying to teach basic house empathy to harry & the gang, gotta be one of my favourite scenes

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“So,” Harry started, directing her attention back across to him. “If I remember from your sorting ceremony, you’re- you’re Slytherin, right?”

“Mhm.” She nodded, turning back fully to face him and Hermione as Ron dug into his meal beside her. 

Harry exchanged a look with Hermione for a second before continuing. “You don’t exactly… seem like much of a Slytherin to me.”

She tilted her head, confused and slightly amused as he rushed to continue.

“I mean that in a good way. You seem… good . Most of the Slytherins are bullies, at least those I’ve talked to.”

She chewed, thinking, then swallowed. “Maybe you ought to be seeking out nicer Slytherins. Correct me if I’m wrong, but there are kind and rude people everywhere you go, and the same applies to the houses. The rude Slytherins here just seem to be a loud minority.”

Before Harry could answer, Ron cleared his throat, food clearly still in his mouth as he tried to talk around it. “Nuh-uh. Can’t be it. Slytherins are pricks. Always have been, always will be.” The words were garbled, but his message was clear. “You sure you aren’t in the wrong house?”

“Pretty sure.” Vivienne shot him with a side eye that had Hermione giggling behind her hand. “One of the first days I was here, Draco helped me get back to the Slytherin Commons and I saw the same sense of community and friendship you see among all the houses. Maybe I can just see this more clearly because I’ve been dropped here in the middle of the year, separated from whatever centuries old drama your houses have, but this is plain childish. Your worth and morality as a person isn’t determined by the animal mascot an old hat tells you that you embody. Look at the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws!” She gestured sweepingly to the students adorned with yellow and blue, sitting all together in groups of mixed houses. “They’ve figured that out. This petty Slytherin- Gryffindor feud is so ridiculously childish.” 

Both Harry and Ron looked somewhat offended by this and seemed ready to jump into a debate, but Hermione spoke before they could. “What she's saying…. It has merit. Think about it. She is a Slytherin, but she’s sitting here with us, not having insulted us even once, telling us to be empathetic and kind. She’s doing a better job at being brave than us just by sharing that opinion.”

Ron opened his mouth again to speak, but the two thuds under the table told Vivienne that both Harry and Hermione had kicked him in the shins to shut him up.

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♥ still in progress! but i've uploaded the first four chapters on ao3 here ->

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[flare-queen]

Been watching Harry Potter and decided to take a crack at this.

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[silverandbone]

The Arrangement | Prologue

Word Count: 2,978

Warnings: General Harry Potter warnings, and discussions of blood purity and bigotry (I don’t know what you’d expect, given the context, but if that bothers you please don’t read), also there is a brief mention of sexual harassment, and also of physical abuse on the part of Walburga Black, and drunkenness/drinking, also, and I’m not sure if this needs a warning or not but I’ll put it here anyway, this entire story revolves around an arranged marriage between two people who aren’t thrilled with the idea but can’t do much about it inspite of being adults.

A/N: Parts of this story have been edited and now contain mentions and brief descriptions of sex and sexual activity. MDNI, adults proceed at own discretion.

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Growing up as the eldest daughter of an ancient pureblood family, there was an understanding from a very young age that you would be watched. Every move you made, every stray comment, every piece of clothing you wore, would be observed, and judged. From that judgement an opinion would be formed, an opinion that could not be easily changed, and that would determine how your life, as well as the lives of your siblings – your older brother, and later your younger sister – would go.

It was this very opinion, in fact, that your reputation was based on. As far as anyone was concerned, you could have killed a man in cold blood, and still be seen as a respectable young lady from the right sort of family with a good upbringing, so long as you fit into your pre-determined place in society.

In order to make absolutely certain that your family name remained in the good graces of the so-called sacred 28, there were certain things that you needed to do.

When you were only three years old, your mother put you in ballet lessons,

“To help you become more graceful.” she had said when you asked why. In time, you came to enjoy those lessons, if only because they were one of the very few times in your life that no one could judge you for willingly spending time with muggles, whom you found to be quite interesting.

After all, it was of the utmost importance that the children of the 28 were given the very best, taught by the very best, and in some situations, that meant an exception had to be made. Women like Walburga Black and her cousin Druella were less than impressed by this.

Other things that you needed to learn, however, were able to be taught by witches and wizards, and so, your etiquette lessons, and your horseback riding lessons, and really, just about everything in between that you needed to learn in order to be a respectable young lady from the right sort of family with a good upbringing, was taught to you by wizarding tutors approved of and used by the members of the 28.

The thing about those lessons though, was that you could usually count on your tutors to let you have fun, to some extent.

You and your sister would often be given permission to go on trail rides through the forest on your family’s property, so long as you had a proper chaperone.

You and your brother, before you went to Hogwarts, were allowed to act out various scenes from your history of magic textbooks, usually resulting in a few minor scrapes and bruises when one of you inevitably tripped and fell (usually it was your brother), causing your mother to rush out of either the library or the drawing room and make sure you were both alright. Occasionally your little sister would toddle out after her and start giggling and pointing at the mess that was made, and everyone would dissolve into fits of laughter. And all three of you would often sneak off to the kitchens and help the house elves or the kitchen maids with decorating cookies or cakes meant for later, and of course, you had to try a few, just to make sure they were good enough to be served.

It wasn’t any of these things that really bothered you about your life or your family. In fact, you lived an incredibly comfortable life. Your father worked for the ministry and made a good amount of money – enough that your family had an estate in the country, and a townhome in London, both fully staffed with both house elves and human servants alike. Your mother spent her time volunteering at various charitable organizations, hosting dinner parties, and having beautiful dresses for any occasion made. If your mother wasn’t addressing invitations in the library, or having a dress of the latest fashion fitted for some upcoming event or other in her dressing room, she was usually able to be found in the drawing room embroidering, or reading, or entertaining your baby sister with adventure stories and beautiful sparks, just the way she had for you and your brother when you were children.

Your brother was the eldest, but not by much. He was only a few years older than you, and the two of you had been incredibly close growing up. It was the two of you against the world, especially when one of you needed an excuse to get out of an event hosted by a member of the 28.

Your sister, your darling baby sister, was thirteen years younger than you. She was always the wild child. Brave, and adventurous. She lived to cause trouble, always wreaking havoc on your hosts at dinner parties and galas. Never anything too awful, mostly it was harmless fun, but the one time she decided to let a few pixies loose in the Black family’s ballroom during their annual black and white gala was a complete and utter disaster. It was lucky for your family that Orion, strange man that he was, found the entire situation rather funny. You didn’t want to even think about what might have happened had he not.

What really bothered you about your life, was how very carefully you had to make your decisions. Your family was loving, and kind. Gracious, and generous. They didn’t agree with much of the ideologies of the rest of the 28. They did, however, have a sense of self-preservation that was common among Slytherins.

While your parents abhorred many of their peers’ actions, while they may have raised their children far differently than them, there was only so much they could do to protect you and your siblings from the realities of life with the 28. You knew that, eventually, certain things that were expected of respectable young ladies from the right sort of families, and good upbringings, would be expected of you.

You were only 15, your sister almost three, when your mother sat you both down on the sofa in her favourite drawing room, and told you that, one day, you would be expected to marry an upstanding young gentleman from the right sort of family with a good strong upbringing. That you would be expected to help to raise the next generation of the 28. She explained this all with a misty, faraway look in her eye. As if she were remembering a time so many years ago when her own mother had told her the same thing.

It was the closest you had ever come to rebelling. You wanted to scream and shout, tell the world that it wasn’t fair that you should have your whole future decided for you, simply because of the family you were born in. Instead, you had politely excused yourself to your bedroom. You had sat down at your writing desk with the practised grace of a young lady from the right sort of family with a good upbringing, and poured your heart out to your best friend, Regulus, via letter.

The next morning, at breakfast, you received a response. Regulus had done his best to try and comfort you, but he knew, much like anyone else with a similar upbringing did, that there was nothing he could do to help you. Besides, he had written, the earliest you could be married off was 18. That was still three years off, and even then, there was no guarantee that your parents would arrange for that to happen so soon after your graduation. Likely they would wait a few years, as many parents had in recent years, in hopes that you would find and marry an upstanding young gentleman from the right sort of family with a good strong upbringing, without their intervention.

When you showed your mother the letter, she agreed that it was the most likely course of action. No one wanted to see their children miserable, after all, and you had always had a good head on your shoulders. You’d likely have nothing to worry about.

And so, the subject was dropped.

When you finally did turn 18 you were able to celebrate your graduation and receiving the highest marks in Slytherin for your graduation class, with just a few close friends and a couple of drinks at a bar in London. No fiancé in sight.

Regulus gave you a bracelet, an intricately designed silver one resembling a snake. You gave him a card signed by your family and a watch. It had the date of your graduation engraved on the back, and the first few lines of a favorite poem. It was probably then, that Regulus first started to realize how he truly felt for you. It was only later that he regrated not telling you.

At 19, you were offered a job at the Daily Profit. Just a short twice-weekly gossip column, chronicling some of the juicier bits of information you were privy to as a member of one of the 28.

Shortly after your twentieth birthday, with still no sign of any upcoming engagement, your editor offered you a more permanent spot at the Profit as an investigative journalist. With the new job, came an increase in pay, and you were able to move into your own apartment in London not too far from your office.

Three days before you turned twenty-one, your older brother announced his engagement to a pretty witch who had been in your dorm during your seventh year. She was a half-blood, raised by her pureblooded father after her mother’s untimely death when she was a child. After the announcement was made in that morning’s edition of the Profit, your family gathered at your parent’s townhome, and spent the evening together in the living room, waiting for some form of retaliation, be it letters or uninvited visitors hoping to announce their displeasure with the match. Her family, however, was wealthy, and her father a pureblood from a well-respected family. The match was excepted, and only a few short months later, they were married.

You turned 22 without incident, and while maybe, you should have been a little bit upset to see all your friends getting married and starting families of their own, ensuring the future of the 28, you couldn’t help but thank Morgana that you weren’t among them. You knew that, in a few years, they would be absolutely miserable if they weren’t already, and it only became more apparent with each wedding you attended.

When you were 23, Walburga began to take an interest in your personal life. She’d ask questions about when you planned on getting married and to whom while the two of you were at social events. It was usually at this point that Regulus would gracefully cut in and ask you to dance, or your younger sister would lock her arm with yours and declare that if you were to leave her alone for one moment more, she would set fire to the curtains if it meant keeping herself entertained.

By 24 you had received a promotion at work and had decided to focus on your career more fully. There had been something dark brewing in the shadows for quite some time, and whispers of a return to the dark arts among some of the families had begun to spread. Some questioned your family’s standing as proud pureblooded Slytherins after your brave Gryffindor sister made a few unwise comments at a few too many events. You and your brother were quick to remind them that, yes, she was a Gryffindor, but that meant little more than a lack of a filter when her opinions were challenged, and an inability to understand, at times, what constituted appropriate conversation at social events. And besides, who didn’t expect an eleven-year-old who had been sneaking sips of champagne when she thought no one was paying attention to not have loose lips?

For your twenty-fifth birthday, your sister-in-law hosted a small get-together. There was a nice dinner and a cake from your favourite bakery. Your closest friends and family all wishing you a happy birthday. Your parents had given you a delicate gold watch that had belonged to your grandmother. Your brother had given you a new typewriter, he smirked as you unwrapped it commenting that since you did so much writing outside of work, you might like something to make that just the littlest bit easier. Regulus gave you a first edition of one of your favourite muggle novels, a feat made even more impressive with how nosy you knew Walburga could be, and he blushed when you kissed him on the cheek, his heart skipping a beat.

Your sister gave you an oval-shaped locket that she had found in a muggle antique shop the two of you frequented together. She had placed a picture of the two of you from a few years back at your brother’s wedding, both of you smiling brightly as she moved to whisper something to you and then you both dissolving into fits of giggles. There might have been champagne involved.

Your last gift that day wasn’t so much a gift in the traditional sense, and it wasn’t really for you specifically. Your sister-in-law and brother had decided to ask you to be the godmother to their first child, handing you a corny t-shirt they’d found at a muggle clothing shop, on the front of the green shirt were the words ‘world’s best godmother’.

At 26, one of your colleagues, a young man you had known in school, asked you out for dinner. You might have agreed if it weren’t for his reputation among your female friends and colleagues as the sort who expected too much from a first date and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer.

The prideful fool should have known better, given the distasteful expression on your face, but he continued to push, until you had your father call in a favour with your editor, an old friend of his from his days at Hogwarts, and had him sent off on an assignment to somewhere he was unlikely to return from. A bit extreme perhaps, though it certainly ensured he never bothered anyone again, and it made for a much quieter office.

It was at 27 that your life was set in a very different direction than you would have expected after the last few years. In fact, had you known this would be the main point of discussion at your monthly luncheon with your mother, sister, and sister-in-law, you likely would have come up with some doubtlessly brilliant reason for being quite unable to make it this time ‘round, and for them to please except your apologies; most likely it would have been something to do with the paper, or perhaps your faucet had a leak and the only time the plumber was available was, unfortunately, at the very time of your usual lunch. Of course, that wasn’t what happened. And you didn’t know that only three weeks after having been invited for drinks with your dear friend Regulus in celebration of the both of you reaching the ripe old age of 27 without being forced into a marriage like so many of your peers, you would be sitting at this very table, watching your mother tell you that you were to marry Sirius Black. The elder brother of the same friend whom you had enjoyed those celebratory drinks with, rather too soon. The same elder brother of said friend whom you had never officially met. Not even at events hosted by the 28.

In fact, the only things you knew about the man were by word of mouth.

His brother told you about how they had been close as children and drifted apart as they got older. About how he had been horribly mistreated by their mother after he was sorted into Gryffindor, how he was the rebellious oldest son, the disappointment of the most noble and ancient house of Black. How he hated anyone who had been sorted into Slytherin and assumed the worst about them by default.

All of this was told to you one night after Regulus got a little bit too drunk following one of his mother’s episodes. You had come over the second he called from the payphone outside his apartment. Had helped treat the wounds he had received from his mother’s use of the Crutacius curse and had seen the scars from past abuse. You had held him as he cried, gently stroking his dark hair, and doing your best to comfort the man, the both of you drinking glass after glass of firewhisky. He had kissed you then. So drunk he had no misgivings about crossing that line, and you had kissed back.

That night, as you both lay on his sofa, stripped bare, chests heaving, lips swollen, and bodies aching from your previous activities both of you knew that as much as you loved each other, as much as you both might have enjoyed your time together, and would hold such memories close, it could never happen again. Regulus would not subject you to his family by marrying you. And neither of you could take that chance of ruining what you already had by continuing a physical relationship. Merlin forbid you end up pregnant at any point in time, and the scandal that would follow you both to your graves.

That night, the night you learned the most about that man who was now your fiancé, was also the night your heart broke. The night that it had well and truly been realized by both you and Regulus that neither of you could be with the one person who could offer the other some form of happiness in the cruel world you lived in.

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I need someone to write a hogwart polin AU 😭 pen being slytherin n Colin gryfindor

#bridgerton #polin #colin x penelope #slytherin #gryfindor #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #enemy to lovers #rival to lovers

[jacobscursebreakerlilsis]

You know it’s bad when Charlie Weasley says he’s done helping a magical creature

#hogwarts mystery #hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #harry potter #hphm mc #slytherin #slytherin mc #jacob's sibling #slytherin pride #slytherin reader #gryffindor pride #gryfindor #charlie weasley #charlie weasley x jacob's sibling #slytherdor #Acromantulas #Charlie Weasley is done

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The Choice

Pairings: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader x Draco Malfoy

Summary: Y/N is forced to decide between risking her own life or assisting in the murder of Harry Potter. She’s confident in her decision, until realizing the effects her choice will have on those she loves most.

Word Count: 2164

⚠️: Swearing, Mentions of Death

Harry coils my hair around his finger as I lay in his lap.

The orange illuminant from the fire place is just bright enough for me to make out the sparkles in his eyes that I’ve grown to appreciate so much. I stare into an endless void of love and compassion. A kind of feeling i’ve only ever been gifted from Harry.

What we have is good. It’s true and honest and genuine. Harry makes my life amazingly wonderful in more ways that I can count.

He’s changed me, and apparently I’ve done the same to him. Hermione swears that the only time his grimness fades is when i’m near. But ever since Cedric died, it’s like he’s escaped back into his darkness. A darkness that neither Sirius or I can dwindle.

“So,” He whispers, staring into my eyes with that soft smile I almost adore as much as his sparkle. My lips turn up. “What was keeping you so busy earlier?”

And just like that the melancholy fades. My eye contact breaks and smile disappears. Here we go. “Hm?”

“You, Hermione, Ron and I were all supposed to study in the library. Remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” I chuckle, “I just got lost in the the forest.”

“The forest.” He repeats non-believing. “The forest that you’ve navigated your way through for the past four years?” He watches me with furrowed brows. Already fuming. We both know that i’m lying. It wasn’t meant to be a believable story.

I nod.

“So you can honestly tell me you weren’t with Draco?”

“Well-“

He shifts as if purposefully trying to remove my head from the comfort of his lap.

“I was out there alone…” I trail. His wide eyes searching my expression for the end of my sentence. “at first!”

He quickly rises to his feet, watching me accusingly.

“At first?”

“Harry listen- “

“I can’t believe this!” He scoffs, marching to the boys dormitory.

I throw myself forward and follow after him “Harry, please- I didn’t intend on spending the afternoon with him, he just-“

“He just what, Y/N?” He turns, “Just makes you want to abandon your friends? Makes you want to abandon me?”

I reach for him as he begins to storm away but his wand is just as speedily pulled from his robe and pointed at my chest.

I speechlessly examine his extended arm that threatens my life. The sparkles in his eyes have diminished. I can hardly recognize him at all, but I’m sure he’s thinking the exact same thing about me. I’m positive that in his eyes I look like everyone else in this awful world who has betrayed and used and hurt him. The girl who gave him his first taste of happiness, but not anywhere close to his first taste of heartbreak.

I was supposed to be different. But I never was. I knew that and now I need Harry to as well.

“I-“ He begins shamefully before frustratedly stomping into his dorm and slamming the door shut. Any Gryffindor who was once asleep, definitely lie awake now.

I stand completely stunned. My hands shake and tears stream down my face as the argument replays over and over again in my head.

It’s for his own good, I tell myself.

It’s for my own good.

I’m honestly surprised it took him this long to break. I’ve been trying to manipulate a fight big enough for him to dispose of me once and for all for the longest time, I didn’t think this would be his final straw. Despite my intentions, I’m in a genuine state of shock. I’ve finally done it.

I love Harry, and I have for a very long time. What Harry and I have is different than any love I’ve ever shared with anybody else, but it wasn’t always that way.

Voldemort utilized me from a young age. Making me a Gryffindor to earn trust and do his little dirty deeds. I was meant to learn, lie, help, and report but as time went on, my missions grew so much larger, and exceedingly more important. Such a ginormous weight has fallen onto the shoulders of Draco and I, and such dire consequences will be met if we don’t complete what is required of us. But I can’t lie any longer. I’ve been doing it for the past four years and i’m done. I’ve held onto Harry for as long as I possibly can, but I refuse to be the reason he gets murdered by Voldemort, even if I have to risk my own life.

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

My knock echoes through the empty hallway. Cobwebs decorate the long, dim room.

Blaise opens the door and music pours from inside. He’s laughing at somebody behind him, alcohol spilling from the plastic cup he holds in his left hand.

Not being granted any attention, I push through his arm that still rests on the door handle, almost causing him to lose his balance.

“Hey-“ He threatens, “Y/N?”

I easily make my way through the complicated ins and outs of the Slytherins Common room, Blaise trailing behind me. I’ve probably been here as many times as I’ve been to my own house’s common room.

“Where’s Draco?” I question, not stopping my search.

People hardly pay me any attention. It should be considered unusual for a Gryffindor to interrupt a Slytherins party, but everyone’s taken an understanding to mine and Draco’s complicated relationship. I’ve been in this same situation more times than I can count.

“He’s uh-“ He scratches the back of his neck, handing his cup off to someone else, “Now isn’t a good time, Y/N.”

“Why?” I question, storming up the stairs and opening the door to his own dormitory, interrupting Spencer Winfield making love to some third year. “Sorry,” I roll my eyes, slamming the door shut. It’s only now that I see Blaise’s face. It’s completely guilt ridden. I look back to the door that I’ve just closed. “Pansy?” I murmur, and he nods.

The harsh beat of the music shakes the large room that we stand in, and yet the silence is still uncomfortable. I don’t care that Draco is involved with Pansy, because we are not committed to one another by any means. However, we both know about our families intentions to pair us, two pure bloods with a respectable name, together when we’re older.

It hasn’t stopped me from loving Harry, why should it stop him from fucking Pansy?

My eyes peer to the dormitory Pansy sleeps in, and I begin making my way to it, using my wand to swing the door open before Blaise has the chance to stop me.

Pansy is butt ass naked, while Draco only has his pants off. Typical. He humiliates her by keeping her fully undressed to get the most out of his pleasurable experience, while not even having the curtesy to remove all of his own clothes. She’s either totally clueless, or totally desperate.

I stifle an ironic laugh and storm away from the door, down the stairs and out of the Slytherin common room. Draco will follow me.

I give Blaise the reaction he expects, but don’t feel how he suspects I do. I love Harry, and I love Draco, but not in the same way. I’ve gone through unspeakable traumas with Draco, we share a tattoo that binds us for life, and we’ve been through countless life or death situations, including one right now. I don’t care who Draco fucks.

The door clicks opens behind me and I quickly spin around to be met with Draco’s infamous raised brow. His face morphs into an expression of confusion, and then concern. “Trouble with Potter?”

“I guess you could say that.”

He smirks. “What’d I do this time?”

“Follow me into the forest.”

“And you came here because what- you’re mad at me?” He partially jokes, knowing It’s not his own fault.

“I came here because,” I pause, taking a deep breath and sighing in attempt to calm myself down. “I did it on purpose.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been starting fights with him. Making him jealous, abandoning plans, sparking arguments regularly, for no reason.”

He stares at me in confusion. He’s comforted me countless times in the past few months as I ranted on about mine and Harry’s new quarrel. Why would I put myself through that purposefully?

Tears heavily gloss my eyes, as multiple descend my cheek. “Harry and I are done for good. I ended things so…” I trail, gaining a confident front. “So I couldn’t be used to hurt the people I love any longer.”

A lightbulb goes off in his head. His breathing deepens and eyes narrow. “So instead of betraying Harry Potter, you’re going to betray one of the most powerful wizards in the world? The man who constantly reminds us how easily he could take our lives away?”

I nod, almost regretfully.

“Do you not understand what the fuck you’ve done? You have no purpose to him!”He throws his hands in the air, furiously turning away from me. “Thats what he’ll say right before he murders you in front of me. In front of your family!”

I stifle a sob, crumbling onto the floor and burying my face in my knees. “You couldn’t possibly understand.”

“Understand?” He yells, “You’re right, Y/N, I don’t fucking understand! Please explain to me why you would betray fucking-, “He cuts himself off, throwing his fist into a nearby wall and shouting in frustration. Even we’re too scared to speak his name. After a moment of silence, he rubs his hands over his face and takes a seat next to me.

“We’re dead.” He says blankly, staring at the wall ahead of us.

I wish he would speak again, but he doesn’t. Not for a long time. We sit in utter stillness for what feels like eternity.

Finally, he turns to me, and I mumble, “Im sorry, Draco. We didn’t choose this life but neither did Harry, I can’t let him suffer because of me.”

His eyes peer down to the floor, before he slowly rises and extends his arm to me. I watch him in confusion.

“We have to tell Snape.”

“Snape?” I jump up, “What for?”

“He can help us.”

“No he can’t- he’ll- he’ll tell him!”

“He won’t. And if he does, he was going to find out sooner or later.”

I open my mouth but have nothing to rebuttal. Draco’s right. But it doesn’t make getting berated any less difficult.

︵‿︵‿︵‿︵

“You did what?” Snape shouts directly into my face. I extend my neck back as far as it will go while my body is confined to a chair.

He turns around and starts pacing while mumbling things to himself.

“You understand you’ve marked the lot of you for death don’t you?”

“But Harr-“ He slams his fist down, before slowing descending into his chair.

“Harry is a grown up problem, not something for a child to worry about.”

“But that’s not true!” I stand, “He is my problem, i’m the one sentencing him to death! I’m fifteen and forced to follow an evil, murderous wizard! I can’t do it!”

“He is not murderous nor evil and you shall never speak those words again!” Snape screams, freezing me. “You will go and make amends with Harry Potter or you will be killed. That is that.” I quickly wipe the tears away from my cheeks. He lowers his voice to a whisper. “Do you want Draco’s blood on your hands?”

He quickly opens a file and begins searching through the papers for something, clearly signaling me to leave. I sit stunned. I knew the risk I was taking by breaking things off with Harry. So blinded by not wanting him to get hurt, Draco’s life was a fleeting thought.

I slowly rise to my feet and assure my balance. I feel like i’m going to be sick. I open the door, and click it shut as Draco searches my dazed expression.

“You heard all of that, right?” I whisper, unable to meet his eyes. He didn’t hear everything. Does Draco know that we’re close to serving the same sentence?

“What are you gonna do?”

I stay silent for a moment, wondering myself.

“What else is there to do?” My voice breaks as I turn away from him. I allow my tears to fall, my heart to break, my walls to crack. I’m not strong, not now. I don’t know if I ever will feel strong again. How can I when I can’t even protect the people I most care about?

I half expected Draco to smirk at the news, but he doesn’t. His otherwise usually empty expression is now one of genuine sorrow. He doesn’t like Harry, never has. I wonder for a moment if he did hear what Snape said about him. But he didn’t. He feels bad for Harry. He feels bad for me.

I feel bad for him.

#harry potter fanfiction #harryginny #harry potter #ron weasley #harry ron hermione #hermione fanfiction #draco malfoy #draco x y/n #voldemort #hp fanfic #harry potter kidnap #snape #harry potter x y/n #gryfindor #slytherin #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts fanfiction #cedric diggory #sirius black

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Unpopular opinion;

Hermione and Draco would have been the better couple. Though I don't have any particular problem with Ron but he is just so aloof and dumbfounded at times. In contrast to Hermione; she is clever, attentive and a total badass. Not to ignore that fact that Ron always treated Hermione as a last option. She deserves soo much better than that. Ron has been petty and even at the yule ball he made Hermione feel bad for enjoying herself.

Even J.K. Rowling accepted that the only reason Draco was mean to Hermione at the beginning was because of his fondness for her.

Also, Dracos character was so undermined in the movies. Movies never mention that he was always after good grades or his love for quidditch. All he ever wanted was friends like Harry to be accepted and loved.

Even here in this scene draco was visibly affected by the demonstration of the curses.

And lastly for all the Darmione fans links to some fanfics

The affair is the best one with alot of smuts 😌😌

#draco malfoy #hermione granger #dramione #draco x hermione #draco smut #tom x hermione #slytherdor #slytherin #gryfindor

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Cooking class | t.n x fem!reader

“Miss mcgonagall you cannot fail me!” You protested walking into her class which, unfortunately for you was full of students. “Oh, hi Hermione”

“Miss y/l/n maybe instead of interrupting my class you can come up to my desk and speak to me quietly” she sighed

“Sorry” you said walking up to her desk ignoring the eyes and laughs of the gryfindors and slytherins

“Right what have I failed you in?” She asked

“This one” you pointed to the subject called “clubs and activities”

“Miss y/l/n I’m not sure if you are aware but that’s not a subject more so an option”

“My fifth year report card is almost perfect I just need anything but an F in this” you said

“I see, well the first year cooking club is probably the only club accepting new members at the moment. If by the end of the month you show great effects in cooking club I’ll see what I can do” she smiled

“Thank you miss! This is why your my favourite” you said hugging her before making your way out the classroom and waving bye to Hermione.

“We’re sorry sir!” Draco said to a very angry mr flitwick

“You should of thought about that before you boys thought it would be funny to play a cruel prank on me!” The man replied angrily

“You’re not going to tell our parents right?” Blaise asked

“That is exactly what I’m going to do”

“Please sir, we won’t do it again my dad will kill me if you tell him” theodore begged

“I see” the teacher sighed

“How about you let us go with a warning?” Draco said with a smirk

“You’re pushing your luck mister malfoy… actually I have just the right punishment for you boys” flitwick said making the boys share a confused look

“Cooking club! My father will hear about this. Isn’t that for girls” Draco huffed as they walked towards the classroom they were told to be at.

“Believe it or not I’m a great chef” theodore laughed as they neared the door to the cooking club

“Well at least it’s only for three days” blaise sighed pushing open the door.

As they walked inside they noticed all the first years plus you looking up at them

“We thought you were the teacher” you said going back to writing on your hands

“Where is she anyway?” Draco asked annoyed

“It’s a He actually and i don’t know” you replied

“Well I guess it a free period” theodore said High fiving blaise

“why are you three here anway?” You asked them

“Punishment from flitwick” blaise replied

“Why are you here?” Draco asked

“Extra credit” Theodore answered for you “you should of seen the way she came into the room this morning” he laughed making you roll your eyes

“i didn’t know you spoke” you raised your eyebrows “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you even open your mouth”

“well you’ve caught me on a good day” he grinned

“Um excuse me” you looked next to you and saw a little girl tapping you “the teacher is terribly late and we’ve already wasted 20 minutes do you know if he’s coming?” She asked

“Oh um I’m not sure sorry”

“Oh” she looked down with sad eyes

“Oi theo didn’t you say you were a great cook?” Blaise asked

“No I didn’t” he lied

“Yes you did, if i remember correctly your exact words were, Believe it or not I’m a great chef” Blaise smirked

“Well y/n is a girl who probably should know how to cook why don’t you teach the class” Draco said

“would you do that?” The little girl said looking at you with her soft eyes

“come on l/n have a heart” draco smirked

you kissed your teeth before lifting yourself from your chair. You went to the teachers desk and read the recipe “banana bread muffins” before levitating the ingredients onto all the desks

“If you lot aren’t going to do anything move to the back” you said to the three boys who moved straight away

“Um I think your meant to partner up” you said watching all the kids go into pairs “okay so um first I think you add vanilla extract?” you questioned yourself aloud

“no you don’t” theodore said watching you with an amused expression on his face.

“oh you add the eggs”

“not yet” he said

“Okay um, you add apple?”

“That’s not even part of the ingredients” he laughed

“So help me?”

“Only because it’s pathetic seeing you try to cook” he sighed walking towards you

“First you add the bananas” he gave you a pointed look while putting an apron on

“Nice apron, pink is your colour” you said as Draco and blaise started laughing

“Shut up I’m helping you aren’t I?” He groaned

“Fine” you said throwing Draco and blaise aprons too

“This isn’t my job” Draco made a disgusted face

“If I’m doing it your doing it” Theodore said rolling up his sleeves as they complained.

“Okay next melt 1/3 cup of butter” theodore said melting it with his wand “and mix it together”

“I know what’s next!” You grinned “flour”

“Well done, you’re not that clueless then. You can measure 1 and a half cup flour for me then” he smirked

You grabbed the packet of flour and pulled both sides causing it to open everywhere covering you and theodore while all the children laughed

“I take back what I said why would you open flour like that” he said blowing flour off his arm

Once the mixture was made you, theodore and the rest of the pairs were putting it into cupcake cases. While you were filling your last case you noticed some flour on theodore’s shoulder, you reached out to wipe it. As your hand came in contact with him he stopped what he was doing for a minute

“You had flour” you said quietly pointing to his shoulder

“Oh Thank you”

“Your welcome theodore” you smiled

“theo”

“what?”

“call me theo… please”

“Okay”

The cupcakes were in the oven and everyone was sitting down waiting, “how comes you can actually cook” you asked breaking the silence between you and theo who were sitting on the floor with your backs against a cupboard

“My mother used to cook for me while i watched, I loved watching her cook so much it was probably the best part about my childhood” he said smiling.

“aww notts a mummys boy” you teased

“yeah i was” he laughed

“wh-"

*DING*

you both jumped at the sound

“that’s loud” you stood up

“um well take your cakes out of the oven now before they burn” you said awkwardly rolling on the balls on your feet.

Once the cakes were cooked down the kids stuffed them into their pockets, seeing as there weren’t any containers (that they could find)

“Well come back tomorrow” you sighed “hopefully the teacher will show up”

Once all the children left you grabbed your bag and walked towards the door before turning to the three boys at the back of the class

“thank you for helping me today” you smiled as nott stared at you. “i’ll see you tomorrow” you left.

“Are you okay theo?” blaise asked the boy who was still staring at where you were moments ago.

“yeah, yeah she just reminded me of someone for a second”

#harry potter #hogwarts #fanfic #slytherin #x reader #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #blaise zabini #lorenzo berkshire #pansy parkinson #draco malfoy #theodore x you #theodore nott x you

[lamemaster]

From One World to Another

Request: Please spin the wheel for Aegnor 🛐🥺

Pairing: Aegnor x Reader

Genre: Hogwarts au (yaaaay)

AN: Thanks for requesting 🥹I am befuddled by how well this fits (What in the Hell is Happening Event) Last day tmr

"The mudbloods are at it again," Celegorm snorted, a sneer twisting his perfect features. Aegnor rolled his eyes and glanced out the window, where you stood under the shade of a towering oak with your friend.

You were lost in one of those strange dances the humans called TikToks, your movements surprisingly graceful despite the odd rhythm.

Aegnor couldn't help but admire it. Unlike the elves, bound by tradition and cautious with their magic, humans like you embraced life with reckless abandon.  He longed to understand that world, a yearning that gnawed at him despite his upbringing.  A world he could only glimpse through stolen glances at the strange glowing device you called a phone.

Elves, with their long memories and deep respect for tradition, found themselves drawn to Slytherin.  Though some outliers existed, like Elrond, a Ravenclaw scholar obsessed with elven lore, Slytherin's green banner often fluttered above elven dwellings.

Humans, with their fleeting lives, burned brighter.  Gryffindor, the house of the brave, housed the vast majority.  But there were exceptions – a cunning Hufflepuff pioneer known for his loyalty to his coven, and a Ravenclaw witch whose fascination with magical flora rivaled any elves. 

This Gryffindor bravery, however, wasn't always viewed favorably by the elves.  Many elven elders often scoffed at their recklessness, a stark contrast to the calculated actions favored by his people.

Dwarves, with their insatiable thirst for knowledge and mastery of craft, naturally gravitated towards Ravenclaw. Their halls echoed with debates on engineering marvels and the secrets hidden within the earth. 

Finally, the Hobbits found a home in Hufflepuff. Their love for community, loyalty to their kin, and dedication to the simple pleasures of life resonated deeply with the house known for its badger sigil.

A pang of longing twisted within Aegnor. He yearned for a glimpse into your world, a world documented on those strange glowing rectangles humans called "phones."  He knew it was a forbidden desire, an act frowned upon by most elves. Only his Uncle Feanor, a surprising and rare elven Gryfindor dared to dabble in such human contraptions.

Sitting in the back row, the only sliver of sunlight stubbornly fighting its way through a cracked window was Snape's nemesis. Aegnor sighed, flipping through his well-worn textbook filled with elven script that seemed to dance before his eyes.

The acrid scent of burnt Bubotuber pus mingled with the sweet aroma of gillyweed, a constant reminder of the strange concoctions brewing around him

Snape's incessant droning about cauldron safety did little to alleviate his growing boredom. Suddenly, a cacophony of crashing metal and sputtering flames erupted from across the room, followed by Snape's scathing pronouncement, "Five points from Gryffindor!"

Aegnor winced, his gaze briefly flickering towards the source of the commotion.  There, you stood, exiled from the Gryffindor table amidst a chorus of giggles.

You were a whirlwind of Gryffindor red and mischief, your hair escaping its usual braid.  Without a moment's hesitation, you marched towards Aegnor, a mischievous glint sparkling in your eyes.

"Mind if I join you guys?" you chirped, settling down on the empty stool beside him before he could even formulate a response. 

Before he could stammer a response, his sister, Galadriel, cut in with a frosty, "How about no."

Aegnor felt the urge to glare at his sister. He stole a glance at you, half-expecting you to wilt under Galadriel's icy stare. 

Instead, you met her gaze with a playful glint in your eyes, a barely suppressed smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Cool, glad that we agree," you replied shaking his hand. 

A sheepish grin spread across your face as you leaned closer to Aegnor, your voice barely a whisper. "Mind sharing the textbook?" you pleaded, a hint of desperation lacing your tone. 

Your own copy lay abandoned on the desk, its pages marred by a splatter of what could only be some sort of disastrous purple goo. 

For a moment, Aegnor felt a flicker of surprise, a jolt of something akin to shyness as you invaded his personal space. He wasn't used to such casual closeness, especially not with someone from Gryffindor.

He stole a glance at his sister, Galadriel. Her lips were pursed in disapproval, a silent reminder of the boundaries he was teetering on.  

But something, perhaps the endearing lack of inhibition in your eyes, won him over. With a barely audible sigh, he shifted the book closer to you, his voice a low murmur as he mumbled the instructions Snape had droned on about mere moments ago.

And that is how his world collided with yours. Reforming itself for the eternity of his life.

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Loveless P.2

Tom Riddle

Doesn't follow timeline, Part 3??

Warnings: Toxic relationship, cursing, angst, bittersweetish

Word count: 2162

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You did not, in fact, go back.

To your surprise you kept your promise and blocked Tom from your mind, for all you knew he was dead. It took a lot to not go back to him, but after that night you knew you had enough of his neglect. You decided to start off fresh and move out into the city. You went back to school and you were working towards a major in charms, you planned on becoming the new charms professor at Hogwarts. The headmaster had personally reached out to you after he heard the word that you were back in school.

You had also came in contact with a few of your best friends from Hogwarts. Overall you had been doing pretty well. You were living in a small one bedroom apartment with a golden retriever, Daisy. You recently bought Daisy to cure your boredom and loneliness since living alone in the city could get quite depressing. Life was good.

Until the day you heard a knock on your door, and something was telling you that something was very wrong. You had considered not opening the door but you felt drawn to whatever was behind that door. You turned the nob and nearly fell when you saw who was behind the door.

It was Tom. Looking just as handsome and majestic as before. But something was different, he seemed... you couldn't put your finger on it. But something was different, not in a bad way, but something was different from the last time you saw him. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't mad like the last time you saw him. Or maybe it was because it's been forever since the last time you saw him.

Tom seemed to be awestruck by you, he nearly dropped the bouquet of red roses in hands. He let out a shaky breath as he took you in. Even after everything, you still unknowingly looked at him with the same eyes. The same eyes when he kissed you on your wedding day, and the same eyes that would greet him everyday after work. He missed it, he missed you. He felt guilty, and he hated it. He knew you would never take him back, but he just needed closure.

Tom had found a new outlook on life on his own and he felt as if he really has changed. After you left he wholeheartedly believed that you would be back. But you never came home. You had took everything and the only thing that was left of you was the small gold framed photo of the wedding. He kept it close to him and kept the photo right on his nightstand and he would reminisce every night. He would curse himself constantly for letting you go so easily, and treating you like that.

"What are you doing here Tom," You said coldly, hoping no weakness was showing through your voice. "Who told you where I am."

"I asked around. But listen, I'm not here to convince you to get back with me," Tom said, almost cringing at the confrontation. He still wasn't used to confrontation and apologies. "I just wanted to say sorry, and that I have changed."

"Is this just another one of your manipulation antics, making me believe all that and then you snatch me up right when I'm vulnerable again," You said, your nostrils flared with rage at the thought of giving into him. "I don't know who you think I am, but I am no longer associated with you and I would like to keep it that way. I am no longer naive and I am very very conscious to the fact that you cheated one me and neglected me everyday of our marriage."

"Yes, I know that. I knew that when you didn't come back. But I swear to Merlin that I have changed and I need to apologize to you. I can't live with myself knowing that I didn't even try to make it up to you. That is why I'm here." Tom confessed, he quickly handed you the flowers and shoved his hands into his pockets so you wouldn't attempt to give it back to him. You dropped the flowers on the ground and shoved your hands into your pocket, mimicking his face.

Tom almost laughed, it reminded him so much of his days with you at Hogwarts.

"I'm in therapy now," Tom quickly confessed as you squinted at him, "I wish I had gone sooner, when you first told me to. I know you know that I had a rough childhood and I should've listened to you."

"Is that really it?" You scoffed, "Honestly, Tom, I'm really happy for you, I swear by it. I'm happy that you're not a shit stubborn bitch anymore. I'm happy that you are changing for the better and that you are finding yourself. And I know that I can't change the past, but I really wish you have done this earlier. I wish you loved me enough to change. It's the fact that the only reason why you changed was because I left, not because I was hurting while I was with you."

Tom inhales sharply, he thought that you would at least accept the apology then leave. That was the closure he wanted, and some part of him wanted you to forgive him entirely and kiss him, just like every time he fucked up during your relationship.

"I know, and I'm KNOW I am not good at apologies, but I need you to know that I have changed and I regret everything. I think about it every night, it haunts me-"

"You know what haunts me? Wasting away my life with a man who wanted nothing to do with me the moment I gave myself to him. I regret not realizing that you never loved me, I regret ignoring the red flags. I regret not seeing that you only wanted me in your possession, you didn't want me so you could love me, you never did," Tears whelmed you eyes, just like the last time you fought with him. You hated how he had this effect on you, he hated how he made you feel.

Tom noticed for the first time in your life, he noticed the effect he had on you. He noticed your furrowed brows in frustration and he noticed the tears in your eyes. He noticed your hardened jaw, and your balled up fists. He noticed how you were tense and still as you struggled to keep yourself together.

"You know what I really hate, Tom?" You asked,

"What is it, darling," he softly, you winced, hearing the name he would always call you. Memories flooded your brain as your tears flooded your face.

"I really hate how you decided to show up now. I really hate how you decided to show up when I'm doing well. You really fucking ruined my day. Tom," You cried harder with each word, you woke up Daisy. She wobbled to the door and jumped on Tom, licking his arm.

"I know, I'm sorry," Tom eyed your dog, "Um, I see you got a dog."

"Shut up, Tom you're not helping," You said as you wiping your eyes with frustration. Tom stepped closer to you and held your face with his hand.

"I know that I hurt you, I'm sorry for everything I caused. I hope one day we can make peace,"

"I've BEEN wanting to make peace with you, but you would always disappear off to Lestrange's house or something," You sobbed as your walls fell down, all the pain you've blocked out from the past year flooded your senses. "I hate how you were willing to give the better version of yourself to her. I hate how I have to hurt and I hate how I can't take you back, I hate how I want to love you again. But I can't because you've done too much to me."

Tom felt empathy for the first time in his life. He left a sharp pain in his chest, he felt genuine sadness seep through his body. He felt something in his heart, it felt heavy. And he cried for the first time in his life.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I really am sorry," Tom said with confusion printed on his face and tears fell from his eyes, his voice shook."I don't know whats happening."

"You're healing, Tom. You can feel," You whispered, you felt happy for him, you really did. "I just wish this happened sooner, I wish you had done this sooner so I could love you again."

"I still love you,"

"Don't say that, please, please, don't say that." You cried harder than you ever had before,

"But I do, I don't know what I was thinking, but I never loved Lestrange. I am more than willing to give myself to you. I want to love you now that I can. I want to love you like I should've. I want to love you, I want you. I want you so bad and I wish you could love me too," Tom confessed as he struggled to keep his composure, "I don't understand how I could give you up."

"But you did. You let me leave, Tom. You let it happen. I want you too but I don't know if I can do this again. I am hurt, I don't want to disappoint you,"

"Do you want me to leave," Tom asked,

"I don't know, I want you to stay but I don't want to love you anymore,"

Tom's heart shattered at your words, but he knew he deserved it. He smiled softly as more tears whelmed his eyes.

"You don't have to, I hope the universe decides to let us meet again. I hope one day I can have you again. I hate myself for putting you through so much. But I promise you that if we meet again, I will love you like you deserve. You have me, but I don't have you," You shuddered at his words and put your hand on his hand, which still remained on your cheek.

"Would it be too much to ask if I could kiss you one last time?" You asked, Tom nodded eagerly,

"This time I will kiss you how I wish I kissed you before. I wish all the times before, I kissed you like it was the last time I would ever kiss you. This time it really is our last kiss, and I wish it wasn't," he whispered as he leaned in.

His lips felt different than before, they felt lighter and more cautious than before. He then suddenly kissed you hard, you gasped before reciprocating. You kissed him, channeling your pain, sadness, agony, and anger. You cried as you kissed him, your tears mixed with his. You didn't want to ever let go of him. Tom moved his hand to your waist and his other remained on your cheek. You tangled your fingers into his hair and your other caressed his chest. You wish you didn't need oxygen so you could kiss him until the sun set, and until the world ended. You felt Tom sob into your lips and you just held him closer until you couldn't.

You were the first to pull away, gasping for air as Tom held you close, so close you could barely breathe. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

"I wish I wasn't so cruel," Tom whispered into the crook of your neck, "I wish I was kind."

"I wish that too, but you are becoming kinder day by day. I hope you feel more sympathy for those that you hurt. And I hope you heal one day. When you do, come back to find me so I can love you again," You buried your face into his chest as your heart broke for him all over again. You smelled his sweet scent and tried to memorize it. You reminded yourself of every detail of him so you could search for him. You wished you could love him now, but you knew it was too early in his healing process to do so. You wanted to love him when he was better and healed. So you could love him the best, and he could love you the best.

"I will always remember your kindness for me, and I will always love you. I will be better for you, I will heal for you. I will always remember how you were there for me, and I will always remember how you stayed by my side no matter what. And I'm sorry that I betrayed your trust,"

"I know," You gripped onto his shirt as if he could disappear at any moment. "I hate how you make me feel. I hate how you can do this to me."

"I'm sorry, I hate it too. I don't like seeing you like this," Tom whispered before kissing her forehead.

"Just remember to find me again,"

And after that, after much reluctance, the two parted ways.

#angst #bittersweet #hufflepuff #slytherin #hogwarts #tomriddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x you #harry potter #xreader #sad #fluff? #gryfindor #ravenclaw #oneshots #harrypotter #slytherpuff

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I promise you I didn’t do it

Draco Malfoy x OC

TW: None

Word count: 368

“Tessa!” Draco's voice booms from behind me as I read from my potions book. Taking my time before turning to him, I finish the paragraph I'm reading, place my book mark and set the book down before looking over at the blonde haired Slytherin boy. Or, at least, used to be blonde haired Slytherin boy.

His face is reddened with anger. Almost as red as his hair. One look at the boy and I cannot contain my laughter. He moves to stand in front of me, eyes narrowed, as I cover my mouth in an attempt to stop myself from laughing.

Draco Malfoy's hair is as red as a Wesley. This is by far my favorite day in history.

In between laughs I am able to manage out a snide remark “Is this another feeble attempt to woo the Gryfindore Princess? Because I think this is a tad too much.”

Draco looks at me as if he wants to cast an unforgivable at me. Wand raised and everything as he glares at me. Then it dawns on me that he thinks it was me, my laughter stops slightly.

“Wait, wait!” I plead with my hands in the air. A small smile is still playing on my lips. “I promise you I didn't do this!”

Unconvinced, Draco's stare is steadfast. “Then why are you laughing!?”

Taking another moment to admire the handy work of whoever played this joke on the ‘Slytherin Prince’, my smile widens. “Because whoever did it is a bloody genius and I can’t believe I didn’t think of it first.”

The rational seems to settle with the fiery haired Slytherin as he looks around in defeat and plops down next to me on the couch. Turning to him slightly I try and lighten to mood.

Reaching my arm up to ruffle his hair, I question “So… Is it just the hair on your head they cursed or is it everywhere?” His head whips over to me as he pushes me away from him, before mumbling angrily “Everywhere.”

I explode In laughter as he takes the pillow from beside me and thumps me in the head with it. “Just help me figure out how to reverse this!”

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been watching Harry Potter with my husband so I got inspired to do some Dramione.

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The Arrangement | Epilogue

Epilogue

Word Count: 383

Warnings: General Harry Potter warnings, and discussions of blood purity and bigotry (I don’t know what you’d expect, given the context, but if that bothers you please don’t read), also there is a brief mention of sexual harassment, and also of physical abuse on the part of Walburga Black, and drunkenness/drinking, also, and I’m not sure if this needs a warning or not but I’ll put it here anyway, this entire story revolves around an arranged marriage between two people who aren’t thrilled with the idea but can’t do much about it inspite of being adults.

A/N: It's been a long time. Thank you to everyone who has put up with my incredibly unpredictable, and erratic posting schedule. And thank you to everyone who has reblogged or liked any part of this story. It means so much to me that you have. I hope you like this last part. Happy reading

-Jo

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Previous

Three Years later

Carefully placing the flaps of the moving box, you taped shut, neatly labelling it ‘kitchen’ just as Regulus came through the door that lead to the now empty dining room, your son hanging off of him as if he were a jungle gym.

“Is that box ready to go on the truck?” Regulus asked, setting the toddler down only for him to run off to the open backdoor where he saw his cousins playing on the swing his uncle had put up.

As you and your husband watched your son running around outside, Regulus’s hand drifted up to rest on top of your belly, his chin rested in the crook of your neck and the two of you slowly swayed from side to side to the muggle song playing softly on the radio in the window.

Three years ago, you had been in an arrange marriage.

Three years ago you had found a way out of that arranged marriage, and had instead married your best friend.

Two years ago your son had been born.

Two years ago you had become a mother. Seven months ago you had found out you become a mother again.

Two months ago, you and Regulus had found the perfect house in a small town on the coast to raise your children in. Far away from the toxicity the both of you had been raised around.

Today, you had packed the last of your belongings and placed them on a truck that would take them to be shipped to your new home.

Tonight, you would have dinner with your family. Your brother, sister-in-law, their children, your sister, her fiancé, your parents and Severus.

Tomorrow, you would wake up in your bed in your room in your little house on the coast. You would make pancakes and smother them in syrup, and take your son to the beach where you would all leave footprints in the sand and find little pieces of driftwood or sea glass and tell stories around a bonfire as you roasted marshmallows and laughed and joked together.

Eventually, you would take your son to his first day of kindergarten, and then eventually to his first day of school at Illvermorny. He would be there when your daughters started, and everything would be okay.

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DBH Hogwarts AU

I saw a post of connor as Slytherin and i 100% agree with that, so i just had to put everyone in there rightful house.

Ships: Connor x Markus

Content warnings: None (no spell check lol)

Slytherin

• Connor ~ like i said connor would definitely be a slytherin. and i don’t want to hear “no i think he’d be a gryfindor or he’d be a ravenclaw bc-“ no your wrong i’m right. (/hj)

- Conner looks all sweet and nice but would kick ur ass when u least suspect it.

- Not to mention the fact that he lies and uses his words in a very particular way to get what he what’s when he needs it. (not saying all Slytherin’s lie. I am one so not trying to come at my fellow Slytherins or anything)

- I like to think that in this AU Hank is the headmaster and that Connor is his son. (Biologically) Connor def pull that “Well i could just go tell my dad” card just to fuck with people.

• Kara ~ I feel like a lot of people would think Kara is a Hufflepuff but i actually feel like Alice would be The Hufflepuff (Alice would be Kara’s little sister in this AU) and Kara would be a Slytherin.

- Like Alice would be like “Come on Kara let’s just help them” or “No lets not do that it’s bad Kara” But then Kara just be like “stfu” and do it anyway. (kinda like what she dose in the game depending on what you chose.

- But even is Kara isn’t a Hufflepuff i feel like she would be a healer type witch and really love potions.

- She’d wouldn’t be a prefect (bc u know she be getting in trouble for stupid shit) but would be really respected and all the 1st year Slytherins would look up to her.

Slytherin (Side character Edition)

Chloe ~ She gives prefect Slytherin vibes.

Kamski ~ Do i even need to explain that one?

Gavin ~ He’s that type of Slytherin that try’s to act all tough and be all scary but in reality he’s just a softy. He’d never admit it though.

Gryffindor

• Hank ~ He may be a grumpy grumpy old man in his 50s now but oh boy he was the Definition of Gryffindor back in his day.

- Like i said he’s the Headmaster of hogwarts and he has a very love hate relationship with his job.

- Dose not give a shit that Connor is in Slytherin House. That’s his son, he’s not gonna care what house he’s in. No matter what he will love him.

- Will pull Connor out of class to ask him stupid questions. Like he will have Connor thinking he in trouble but in reality hank just wants to know what shirt he should wear to the school council next meeting.

• Markus ~ He is the head seeker for the Gryffindor team. Just has that golden boy vibe too him. (oh yeah btw Carl would be his dad in this AU but he’s just adopted)

- (remember how i said the ship in this was Connor x Markus. yeah that comes into play now) Markus can get any girl he wants he’s mister popular and everyone loves him.

- But he is absolutely head over heals for Connor and no one knows it expect himself. He fell so god dam hard and for the headmasters son out of all people.

- He’d look for him when he’s playing games sometimes getting distracted. One time he even fell off his broom.

Gryffindor (Side Character edition)

North ~ She has that classic chaotic Gryffindor feel to her.

Simon ~ That one Chill Gryffindor that’s high all the time.

Ralph ~ Would have way to much school spirt and everyone would think he’s wired. But in reality he just wants a friend and maybe a hug.

Leo ~ (Don’t get me wrong i hate Leo as much as the next person but in this AU he’s Markus brother so yk) Would be all upset about how his stupid adopted brother is the popular one and not him.

Ravenclaw

(no more main character left expect for Alice so Ravenclaw just gets bullet points. i’m sorry 😕. )

Lucy ~ Would be The head teacher of Ravenclaw and would teach Astronomy and be a sub for potions.

Luther ~ He’s a big teddy bear Ravenclaw. Like any classic Ravenclaw he’d always have his head in a book and a big passion for learning.

Carl ~ was a chaotic and mysterious ravenclaw/ wizard in his school days.

Perkins ~ this ass would be a Ravenclaw and we all know it.

Daniel ~ Don’t ask me why he just is.

Hufflepuff

Alice ~ Like i said before she’s just a scared little Hufflepuff clinging too her sister. (Her and Kara would live alone in a small apartment btw. No Todd in this AU.

- Would be a 1st year while Markus, Kara, and Connor would be in year 6.

- If she doesn’t have class would probably go looking for Kara but Kara would have too push he out of nest so she could make her own friends.

-Stright A’s and would probably be a Perfect when she got older. (I can also picture her being a teacher at Hogwarts when she’s older.)

Huffelpuff (Side Character edition)

Josh ~ Your gonna look at me and tell me he’s not a Huffelpuff? Yeah that’s what i thought.

Jerry ~ Would bake all the 1st years cookie on the 1st day of school.

Thanks all sm for reading :D Probably gonna me a short fic of Connor and Markus in this AU.

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