#the M Words(Muggle: Affectionate)

[thedrarrylibrarian]

hello! bit of a specific request but would you know of any fics that feature draco & harry exchanging snarky letters (for whatever purpose- their jobs or teddy or anything really) that get progressively less snarky and more exasperatedly affectionate? fic doesn't have to be only featuring their letters, but like initially at least the exchanges between draco & harry are solely via post

Is there anything more romantic than taking the time to write a letter? Even if it is sent out of annoyance, you had to take time to find pen and paper, sit and write your thoughts, sign off and sign your name, then find postage and send it.

I hope you enjoy these epistolary (one of my favorite words) fics. And if you feel up to it, send a friend a letter for the joy of it.

Epistolary

Mislaid Owl Post by (801 words, rated G) by @thelionessroyal

A trainee owl keeps bringing letters to Hogwarts Potions Master Draco Malfoy instead of their intended recipients, leading to a rather annoyed Malfoy and amused Potter sending letters back and forth. Maybe they should thank the poor owl for his efforts...

Yours, Draco by @drarrytrash (3,505 words, not rated)

All that's left are 15 letters, and then those are gone too.

I Just Want You to Know by @crazybutgood and @sugareey-makes-stuff (3,949 words, rated T)

After a Potions accident leaves Harry and Draco without a verbal filter, they have no choice but to communicate with each other through letters. Forced to work together to catch up and complete their Potions project on time, secrets they have both been withholding eventually spill out along the way.

Famous Last Words by drarrymadhatter and @ladderofyears (6,298 words, rated M)

When unsigned love letters addressed to him begin spontaneously appearing around the castle, Draco is not amused. In an effort to make them stop - or at least to make them stop appearing in public places with permanent sticking charms - he writes back.

Handling Snakes by @potter-loves-malfoy (7,074 words, rated T)

Draco Malfoy is content with his life as a psychologist in the Muggle world. Sure, the tube is a nightmare, and it would be nice to use magic without worrying about being discreet, but it's good for the most part. When he starts treating a client for their fear of snakes, he realizes that his safe, comfortable, Muggle life won't be that way for long. It really doesn't help that he might have a slight aversion to snakes. There's no avoiding it now; he needs Harry Potter. Only for his snakes, of course.

To Auld Acquaintance by @cavendishbutterfly, @corvuscrowned, @sorrybutblog, @fictional (8,326 words, rated T)

After Draco returns from a stint in Paris, neither Harry nor Draco seem to know how to talk to each other. As usual, they make it literally everyone else's problem.

Featuring: texts, letters, emails, and further shenanigans.

Per my last letter (I hope you choke on it) by @fluxweeed and @lastontheboat (10,258 words, rated T)

Dear Mr Potter, The answer is, and will remain, a no.

Sincerely, Draco Malfoy Accounts Manager, Phoenix Press

How to Fool Your Friends (And Get a Boyfriend in the Process ) by @famoustruth and @orpheous87 (10,332 words, rated T)

Fed up with their friends trying to set them up, Harry and Draco decide to pretend to be a couple in public. They plan their every move through their letters, but what they didn't plan for were the very real feelings that make themselves known.

Yours Truly by @skeptiquewrites (14,848 words, rated M)

Every single one of Harry’s exes has gone on to marry the next person they date, and with the upcoming nuptials of numbers six and seven to each other, Harry’s feeling exhausted by it all. It doesn’t really matter if he lets people assume Draco Malfoy is his boyfriend for a moment of peace. In any case, Draco’s been away for five years and there’s no way he would find out, right?

There are many benefits to being a marine biologist by @tedahfromtayla (19,088 words, rated T)

There is something about Harry that constantly calls Draco back to Britain. No matter how far he tries to run, he can't outrun his stubborn heart, or the history of his family.

Bonne Foi, Draco Malfoy by @badwolfblues (19,399 words, rated E)

At twenty-five, Draco Malfoy has to return to England to do something about the Manor, and Harry Potter won’t leave him alone. His years-old crush on Potter is reignited over repairs, mermaid lemonades, and pocket owl messages.

Butterflies in Winter by Justlikewriting (19,725 words, rated M)

Of course Harry had known that Malfoy’d been sent to Azkaban, but, to be honest, since the trials Harry hadn’t really thought of the git at all anymore. A random visit to Slug and Jiggers was about to drastically change that, though.

And whose exactly were those letters that Harry found there?

Dear Stranger by @iero0 (22,751 words, rated T)

The one thing more pointless than falling in love with an anonymous wizard over a correspondence is falling in love with Harry Potter when you’re Draco Malfoy.

*Check out the Happy Hour rec of this fic by @ladderofyears

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (32,826 words, rated E)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

The Art of Thank You Notes by fictionclaw (82,232 words, rated E)

A few years after the war, Harry receives a ministry notice that Draco Malfoy’s house arrest will soon be lifted and that the wand he has kept may be sent to the ministry. He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the wand directly to Malfoy Manor with a note.

But one letter swiftly follows another and Malfoy sneaks his way into Harry's every day life without either of them minding.

Or; Harry and Draco find reasons to write letters to each other and Black heirlooms and family histories are uncovered while they figure out why that is. Lunch dates, careful friendship, confusing feelings and Draco's art included.

Save the Date by @mallstars (122,954 words, rated E)

In the twelve years after the war, Harry attends sixteen weddings. As friends and acquaintances vow their lives to one another, he watches quietly from the sidelines. Step by step, Harry pieces himself back together, builds a life from the wreckage of his past and falls, slowly and thoroughly, for Draco Malfoy.

A story told in sixteen parts, of patient and transformative love, of queerness, of reaching out and holding on. Featuring plenty of pining, Gilderoy Lockhart getting married in a fever dream of glitter and product placement, and Rita Skeeter spitting a steady stream of venom at Harry and Draco's every move.

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

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[dhr-ao3]

Small Figures in a Vast Expanse

Small Figures in a Vast Expanse https://ift.tt/IXbCd9m by tightrope_tabby Hermione Granger has retired from everything: being a Swot, being a Brit, saving the world, the rat race of having a career. After nearly a decade in relishing in the feeling of Being a Fuck-Up (TM), we find her abiding in the strange community of Taos, NM where the lines are mysteriously thin between Muggle and Magical. She's unintentionally taken nearly a decade off from books, but needing cash to supplement her life, she takes a gig ghostwriting for her older neighbor. This puts her in contact with an assistant at the publishing house named Dre (they/them). As their correspondence becomes more frequent and more personal, Hermione develops the nagging feeling that they've met before. When the publisher sends Dre out to help with a research project, Hermione has to consider that maybe she hasn’t made as clean of a break with her past as she thought. This is a story about digging yourself out from the crushing weight of expectations. But it's also a love letter to letter-writing, Northern New Mexico, and self-identified Fuck Ups (affectionate, self-effacing) everywhere. Words: 705, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Other Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Original Characters, Luna Lovegood, Ron Weasley Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Queer Themes, Epistolary, epistolary as foreplay, banter as a love language, Sarcasm as a Primary Coping Mechanism, POV Hermione Granger, Queer Hermione Granger, Fuck-Up Hermione Granger, Nonbinary Draco Malfoy, Anxiety, Mention of Panic Attacks, Reference to Past Eating Disorder and Body Dysmorphia, Self-Doubt, Existential Angst, But! Like! Casually?, New Mexico, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), organic farming, Community Organizing, Running via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/3wTBGOC January 11, 2024 at 07:44PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[xslytherclawx-writes]

BATTLESHIP ROUND UP

or "jesus fucking christ chaya how the everloving fuck did you write 78k in three weeks" (i don't know the answer to that. insanity, perhaps.)

fics are grouped by fandom (alphabetical), then by length. there are 29 of them. whoops.

fandoms: Bridgerton Series (Quinn), Cabots Series (Cat Sebastian), Chronicles of Narnia (Lewis), Harry Potter, Mad Men, Miraculous Ladybug (TV), Original Work, Spinning Silver, Star Wars: The Clone Wars, The End of the Fucking World (TV), Yuri!!! on ICE

Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn

if i could paint paradise, it'd be you • Hyacinth/Gareth • Modern AU (part of my & kitsunerei88's existing modern American AU) • 1037 words • Rated E • Gregory just had to have a destination wedding. Gareth really isn't disappointed with how things turn out.

tell me darling, do you think we have a future? • Hyacinth/Gareth • Modern AU • 2103 words • Rated M • Hyacinth Bridgerton was not going to be another one of Gareth St. Clair's conquests.

Cabots Series - Cat Sebastian

peering through a window • Peter/Caleb • Time Travel AU • 1405 words • Rated T • Peter wakes up, not next to Caleb, but back in his bed in Cambridge.

Chronicles of Narnia - C.S. Lewis

blind dates and bourbon • Edmund/Aravis's Brother • Modern AU • Part of the Ren Faire AU • 1415 words • Rated T • Edmund isn't desperate.

a royal pleasure • Edmund/Caspian • Sequel to "a royal duty" • 1443 words • Rated T • Caspian is adjusting, but Narnia is still strange.

parallel worlds • Edmund/OMC • 2107 words • Rated M • Edmund wanted to tell him, really.

Domestic Policy • Edmund/Caspian • Modern AU • Part of the Model UN AU • 2833 words • Rated T • Edmund and Caspian have been together for five years – half a decade! – and sometimes Edmund still can't believe it.

Harry Potter - J.K. Rowling

drops in the bucket • Percy-centric • 845 words • Rated T • It starts off simple.

Love Matches • Neville/Luna • Victorian/Muggle AU • 1053 words • Rated T • Unlike most gentlemen of his station, Neville Longbottom is the product of a love match.

day after day (we still go on) • Neville/Luna; golden & silver trio • 1349 words • Rated T • After the war, they all live together. It's easier.

a helping hand • Sirius & Regulus • 1565 words • Rated G • Regulus is mostly anxious about starting Hogwarts, more than anything. Sirius helps him out.

you're the reason i can't sleep • Draco/Harry • 2733 words • Rated E • Draco didn't know why he ever thought this would be a good idea.

luck is just the half of it • Scorpius/Albus • 2962 • Rated E • Scorpius spends the entire first month worried that they’ll spoil their friendship. He’s worried about it until Albus pulls him aside to kiss him and tell him (affectionately) that he’s being an idiot. That they’re going to be together forever – as friends or boyfriends or whatever else. That what matters is they’re each other’s most important person.

conflicted looks good on me • Regulus/Barty; Regulus & Evan & Barty & Severus • 5457 words • Rated T • Regulus exchanged a look with Snape. Evan and Barty could be ridiculous, but Regulus was really quite fond of them regardless. Evan was right: Regulus would miss him once he graduated. He made a note to enjoy this year as much as possible. He had to savour it.

pull you from the tide • Regulus-centric • Regulus Lives AU • 10,000 words • Rated T • Regulus wakes on a beach.

Mad Men

damage control • Pete-centric • 1611 words • Rated T • Pete Campbell is a bona fide heterosexual.

Miraculous Ladybug

tying you to me • Lovesquare • 3743 words • Rated T • All the clues they didn't see. (or: for two smart people, Adrien and Marinette are both really stupid sometimes.)

Original Work

just double dare me (and i promise now that i'll stay) • OMC / OMC (scene4scene) • 3665 words • Rated E • They were best friends; they had been ever since Austin had moved there the year before. His hair had been purple back then; Skyler hadn’t been able to look away. And maybe Skyler thought he’d get over all of this eventually. Maybe he was failing fucking spectacularly.

Spinning Silver - Naomi Novik

the witch's get • Mirnatius/Irina • 1200 words • Rated E • Mirnatius knows what he must do on his one night as a free man.

a torturous inheritance • Mirnatius/Irina • 1224 words • Rated T • Mirnatius deserves love not at all.

keep me around to see what i'd endure • Mirnatius/Irina • 1321 words • Rated M • He falls a bit more in love with her each day.

Star Wars: The Clone Wars

the tournament • Ahsoka & Anakin & Obi-Wan & Padmé • 1238 words • Rated T • Ahsoka found the ad. She was going to crush Lux Bonteri.

The End of the Fucking World (TV)

P.S. Good luck with everything • James/Alyssa • 1951 words • Rated T • Dear Alyssa, I don’t want to see you again, ever. Because of you, I killed someone. I can’t ever take that back and it’s made me hate you. So whatever you feel about me, you should know I don’t feel it in return. Please leave me alone. Sincerely, James. P.S. Good luck with everything.

so much time to figure out the rest of my life • James/Alyssa • 2010 words • Rated T • Alyssa gets help. [podfic (not by me) available here]

tonight feels impossible • James/Alyssa • 2307 words • Rated E • James and Alyssa have sex on the beach. It's not really romantic.

matching ten dollar tattoos • James/Alyssa • 3606 words • Rated M • There's never been anyone else for James. It's always been Alyssa.

if i went and hurt my body, baby, would you love me the same? • James/Alyssa • Soulbond AU • 3884 words • Rated E • James still can't walk, but Alyssa stays. He's pretty sure the soulbond has something to do with it.

just what it's like to be loved • James/Alyssa • 9025 words • Rated E • James doesn't write the letter to Alyssa.

Yuri!!! on ICE

in which yuri plisetsky breaks his ankle and yet does not learn to chill • Otabek/Yuri • 2804 words • Rated E • Yuri can actually hear the fucking crack.

#my fics #i'm not even going to bother attempting to tag this further lmfao #but here's the battleship round up

[khadaj-ballad-art]

The Muggles getting magic slushies from magic 7/11🐿🎧💀🏀

#misfits and magic #dimension 20 #evan kelmp #sam black #xxdreamxx #XxDreamXx #whitney jammer #the ball #the M Words(Muggle: Affectionate)

[wonderfilworld]

Kitchen Table - F.W.

Fred Weasley x reader where they have some alone time at the burrow.

a/n: this is for a request: “Can you pleasee write a fic about fred x reader(fem) and they are at the burrow making brownies or something (lots of fluff in this part) but then it gets segsy..?”

word count: 2.4k

warnings/contains: NSFW!! smut: unprotected sex, slight mentions of exhibitionism, yeah he fucks you on his kitchen table lol; kissing; cursing; food. As always, if there’s anything I left out please let me know!

Masterlist  

It was a sunny, summer day, and the majority of the Weasleys had decided to make a day trip to Diagon Alley while you and Fred opted to stay in. Staying at The Burrow meant absolutely no privacy, so when Molly asked if you wanted to join them on their outing, Fred wrapped his arms around your shoulders and politely informed his mother, I think we’ll stay here and bake brownies, mum.

Molly thought that was a lovely idea and that you should make plenty for everyone to eat for dessert tonight. So, here you and Fred are, mixing ingredients the muggle way because you insisted it’s so much better this way.

It’s a new recipe you’re trying out, the both of you wanted to do something different so you abandoned his family recipe as you copy another one you found in one of his mother’s cookbooks.

“I wonder if it tastes any good,” he says as he dips a finger in the bowl of batter and brings it to his lips. You watch as his cheeks hollow around the digit, and you raise an eyebrow as he hums, “Pretty good.”

You laugh, “Yeah?” 

He nods as he dips the same finger in the batter and you scold him, “Fred, quit putting your germs in the food, everyone will be eating those.”

“I’m related to ninety-nine percent of the people in this house, one of whom has the same DNA as me, I think it’ll be fine,” he says. He gets tired of waiting for you to open your mouth, so he puts his finger on your lips and swipes the batter on them. You roll your eyes as you stick your tongue out, licking all that you can to the best of your ability. 

“You missed some,” Fred tells you, but instead of bringing his hand to clean it off as you expected, he leans in and plants a kiss on your open mouth. 

It’s sticky but you close your eyes anyway, bringing your hand to his face. You expected just a little peck, but what you don’t expect is to feel Fred’s tongue licking at your lips, cleaning the remnants of the brownie batter.

He pulls away, and you give him an irritated look as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “Gross,” you say. 

Fred snorts and dips his index and middle finger into the brownie batter once more, brings it up, and smears it across your cheek. 

“Fred Weasley!” You shout, slapping his shoulder. He’s laughing now, and you can’t help but join in. “I hate you,” you say, but you both know you don’t really mean it. 

He calms his laughter down as he puts a hand to your neck, “Here, let me get it for you.” He leans in, and you put a hand to his chest, stopping him. 

“Don’t you dare lick me.”

Fred smirks, “You’ve never seemed to have a problem with my licking before.” 

You scoff, and before you can say anything else, Fred’s tongue is licking along the trail of batter he left on your face. 

You groan in annoyance before Fred leans back and grabs a towel from the counter. He uses it to clean the rest of the sticky substance off your face before saying, “There, as good as new.”

“Uh-huh.” 

“Don’t be like that.” 

You shoot him a look of displeasure as you reach for the pan, “Let’s just get these finished already.” You stick them in the oven as Fred sets a timer.

“Well, well, well; how will we ever pass the time?” Fred wiggles his eyebrows at you as he removes his apron and throws it across one of the kitchen chairs. He approaches you and places his hands on your waist. “Any ideas?” 

“Nope,” you say. You know what he’s insinuating, but you’d rather play oblivious. You want the same thing he does, but with the brownie batter stunt he pulled earlier, he’ll have to work for it. 

“Come on, princess,” he says as he wraps his arms around you, pulling your body flush against his. You wrap yours around his neck as he speaks again, “We have the whole house to ourselves for the first time in days, and you’re telling me there’s nothing you want to do?”

“I’d like to get a shower that lasts longer than ten minutes.”

“Oh, you think you’re funny?”

“I think I’m hilarious,” you retort, and you cup his face in your hands as you lean up to kiss him. 

His kisses are slow and sweet at first - they always are. Fred loves the sensualness of kissing; loves the way you whine into his mouth when you want more of him. You’re already gripping his red hair between your fingers because he had a point - you haven’t really had any alone time. Fred is very physically affectionate, and the lack of physical affection he’s been getting lately has become a problem. 

He breaks away from the kiss, and you’re already chasing after his lips again when he stops you, “Where’d all that attitude go, huh?” 

You tug his hair and you whine, “Kiss me.” 

“Princess, I’ve been waiting to get you alone for ages, ‘m gonna do a lot more than just kiss you,” Fred says as he drags his lips across your jaw. “Gonna make you feel so good, hm?”

“Please,” you whisper. You’re needy now, don’t feel like teasing anymore and you just want to have your boyfriend again - with you, on you, in you. 

Fred’s lips are leaving a wet trail of kisses down the side of your neck and you tug his hair again. He leans back, looking at the way your neck glistens with his spit as he speaks, “Stop doing that,” he growls. 

He reaches down and slips his hand under the waistband of your pants, fingers finding your clit as he rubs you over your panties. He can feel how wet you are, and he leans down to capture your lips once again. He kisses you for a minute or two longer before he pulls away.

He smiles to himself as he looks at you, your eyes are closed as his fingers toy with your clit. They’ve slipped under your panties now, and the feeling of his rough fingers rubbing the most sensitive part of you has you squirming. “You know, your dripping pussy doesn’t exactly scream ‘I hate you, Fred’.” He says, mimicking your disapproving tone from earlier. “But maybe that’s just me.” 

He slips his middle finger into you then, thick finger stretching your cunt. You drop your mouth open and let out a quiet moan. You open your eyes and can see the way Fred watches your face as he fucks you with his finger. He takes in every time your eyes widen when he touches the spongy spot inside of you; every time you gasp when his thumb rubs your clit. 

“You want it?” He questions, and you have to close your eyes again as he presses his thumb against your clit, as he pets the sensitive spot inside you. You nod your head before you lean forward to rest it on his shoulder. You watch as his fingers start to move again, can see how his hand moves beneath your pants and the sight makes you moan and your hips start to move in time with his fingers.

“Beg for my cock, baby. You gotta beg for it if you want me to give it to you.” He says, and his fingers speed up, and he can feel the way your cunt tightens around them. 

Maybe it’s because his fingers are moving so fast now, thumb rubbing your clit in tight circles; or maybe it’s the fact that you’re in his family’s kitchen, three feet away from where you all sit to eat every day that impairs your ability to speak. Either way, you can’t respond to him, so Fred pulls his fingers from your cunt, and out of your pants. He brings them to his lips and sucks them clean, the same way he cleaned the brownie batter from them earlier. “Better than the brownies,” he announces with a wink. 

Your cheeks heat up, near burning as you speak, “Please, Fred.” You’re desperate, and you’re aware in the back of your mind that his family could show up at any moment. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“Guess you better get to begging then.”

You groan, because once Fred sets his mind to something it’s set in stone, so you know he won’t give you what you want until you give him what he wants. 

“I need,” you start, bringing a hand down to the front of his pants, fingers grazing his cock that’s straining against the material, “for you to fuck me.” You squeeze him gently then and take in the way it knocks the breath out of him when you do so. 

And he realizes that you two are on borrowed time as well, knows that it’s definitely not a smart idea to carry this any further in his fucking kitchen, but Fred’s always been a little wilder than most, and he can’t say that he doesn’t want to lay you down on his kitchen table and pound into you until you’re a crying mess; can’t say he doesn’t want to be reminded of your sweet cunt every time he walks into the kitchen and remembers this moment. 

So, he walks you over to the table and before he picks you up to sit on it he pulls your pants and underwear down, helping you remove them completely. You don’t question him - mainly because the desire to have him is just so overwhelming - all you can think about is the way your core pulses in anticipation to finally have your boyfriend fucking into you after so long without him. 

He sets you on the table and pushes you to lie down, doesn’t even bother removing your shirt or teasing you any longer, and he pops the button on his own jeans and lowers the zipper. He brings his cock out, giving himself a couple of strokes as he kneads the flesh of your thigh. Fred runs the tip of it through your folds, groaning at how wet you are for him. 

He taps his cock against your clit before he speaks, “Say please again.”

You look at him, your hand covering the one of his that’s on your thigh as you feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance. Your voice is quiet; timid, as you reply, “Please.”

He pushes in then, mouth dropping open at how fucking good it feels. It really has been too long, and you moan loudly as he settles all the way in, cunt clenching around him as you get used to his size.

Fred suddenly remembers how loud you can get, and while he may be literally fucking you on his kitchen table, he would at least like to prevent his family from hearing you scream his name if they return home early, so he brings one of his hands to your face and sticks two of his fingers in your mouth. He starts a steady rhythm of his hips into yours, and groans as he feels you suck on his fingers, not even questioning their intrusion. You still moan as his cock fucks into you but it’s muffled around his digits as he presses down on your tongue. 

“Gotta stay quiet, baby, you don’t want my family coming home and hearing you getting fucked like a whore, do you?” He asks as he snaps his hips into you. 

You try to shake your head no as best as you can, your hips are moving up to meet each of his thrusts and you know there’s no way you’ll last much longer. 

Fred knows this too, and he’s also aware of how embarrassingly fast he’s approaching his own orgasm. He takes both your ankles and positions your legs over his shoulder one by one. 

You cry out around his fingers as his cock goes deeper, drool is spilling out of your mouth and Fred looks at you then; his hair has fallen onto his forehead, stray pieces sticking to it due to his perspiring form. 

“You like that?” Fred asks, pounding into your cunt almost violently, cock hitting your sweet spot over and over and over. 

You’re moaning loudly around his thick fingers, eyes shut tightly. You try your best to reply: yes! you say but it’s gargled around his digits, and all Fred can make out is the way you go uh, uh, uh, every time his hips slap into you. 

Fred can’t take his eyes off where you’re connected; the way his cock spreads you open and how well you take all of it. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Your body warms with the praise, along with the warmth that floods through you as you get closer and closer to cumming. It’s when Fred brings his hand to your clit, rubbing fast circles with his thumb as he instructs you, “cum for me baby, want you to make a mess all over my cock,” that has you practically screaming around his fingers as your back lifts off the table, and you cunt spasms around his cock. 

It’s the way you get impossible tighter around him that has Fred cumming, fingers pressing harder against your tongue as he helps you both ride out your orgasms. You’re still mumbling incoherent sounds around his digits, his cock still hitting your sweet spot over and over. “That’s it,” Fred sighs as he lazily thrusts, letting every last drop of his cum fill your cunt. 

Your legs fall from his shoulder as his fingers remove themselves from your mouth. Fred pulls out of you then and you grunt as he drops his body on top of yours. 

“Get off,” you say as you try your best to shove him off of you. “You’re heavy.”

He scoffs as he picks his head up to look at you, “Pretty rude thing to say to someone who just fucked your brains out.” 

“Oh my god,” you say, throwing an arm over your face. “Leave me alone.”

He gets up then, puts himself back in his pants as he walks to the counter to grab a wet towel. He cleans you off before helping you get dressed, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“I still hate you,” you lie again, and you kiss him on the mouth.

“Uh-huh.”

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[wistfulrat]

a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[the soft boi list is here and truly i’m not surprised this rec is going to be the longest bc if there’s one thing a bitch is going to do, it’s yearn.

as always! if you love a fic, follow the authors, leave kudos & comments, send them nice msgs bc free art is still labor xoxo]

part 3: soft bois

mood: for when I need respite, a balm to the all-consuming shittiness of life

includes: fluff, comfort, low-stakes, slow-burn fics. a wistful look, a rainy morning, an unexpected grace, a stupidly disarming joke. i could live inside these fics. the smallness of human lives removed from the site of that which hurts & irreparably changes. the story-equivalent of a deep breath after a long day. pregnant silences & pensive mundanity & shy smiles. banter with bite but without the cruelty. the color lavender. weirdly whimsical. soft fics are not necessarily conflict-averse (no drarry fic rly can be, considering the context) but, they offer the reader a generous distance from the initial harm. they’re the quiet cleaning up after a storm. sometimes healing is an exacting surgical knife and other times it’s a slow scabbing. you read these fics to be reassured that the way forward is not always ruthless. and honestly?? they deserve a semblance of peace godDAMmit.

The Way Down by @letteredlettered - 65k - T “and I thought that if someone talked to you as though you were a human being you might—maybe you could act like one” --the way i think about this line daily. the characterization of draco in this fic is one my favorites bc he’s earnest and neurotic and tired of harry’s shit. which is to say, he cares so so much. and harry doesn’t know what to do with that bc he’s got a monster in his chest and lives as a recluse. but they both humanize each other in ways no one else can. “you’re just a person” has to be some kind of drarry ethics of belonging and it makes me CRY. -

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by @greaseonmymouth and dustmouth - 96k - T “Maybe it’s not about deserving it? Maybe you just get to have it anyway. . .I’m allowing myself to want something and to let myself have it and to fight for it.” --harry runs a daycare and also works at a library. draco spends a lot of time in said library. they bond over sci-fi books and therapy anecdotes and quiet philosophical conversations held over cafeteria soup. and harry’s struggling to understand his asexuality. draco’s learning how to live with anxiety and depression. they both want to be deserving of love. incredible fic with beautiful art by dustmouth. - 

Open for Repairs by @drarrytrash - 35k - T “A few leaves rustle in the gutter and the muggle world pays no mind to them, to two lost boys holding on for dear life.” --all of their fics feel exactly like this. like you’ve been allowed to look at something private, tender, unexpected. draco, known abba fan, is a repairman in the muggle world & harry can’t stop breaking thrifted things in order to see him? say less, i'm thERE. also “I think I have a crush on you” goddddd  - other faves by them: Counting Down By Ten - 2k - T: draco’s stepped outside of the party for a smoke. harry follows him bc of course he does. i could read this 100 times and not get tired of it. - Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon - 36k - E: FUCKING HILARIOUS I CACKLED THROUGH THE WHOLE THING. draco’s wolfy problem and harry helping him and harry being flustered by how much he likes draco and draco’s hot heroic moment. shutup it’s perfect. “He almost asks if Draco ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit all the time, but he knows that he, personally, never ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit.” and “It’s the traumas,” Harry says gravely” --lines that live rent free in my head -

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks by seefin - 70k - E “That was the only logical thing to do here, wasn’t it? It was the next step, it was the end of hurting each other and the beginning of the exact opposite.” --harry lives with luna and neville and also he dreams about the future sometimes? and he keeps running into draco. draco thinks this is sus as hell, until he doesn’t. feat. taxi rides, museums, cinemas, rooftop conversations beneath a lunar eclipse, mid-sex innocuous banter, draco and harry discussing nicki minaj. this fic charmed my ass off. seefin writes the most effortlessly hilarious dialogues. i smiled at my phone like an idiot at least 7 times. -  other faves by them: Wild - 93k - E: “he liked feeling needed, for the things that he was needed for back at the house in Ireland. For cooking and gardening and driving. Easy things.” --this shit makes me cry it’s so good. harry lives in Ireland with these three brilliant, hilarious, wandless witches and draco’s a potions student who's come to study under one of the housemates and the boys have so much shit to work through but their love becomes so tender and honest. draco yells at harry a lot and harry lets him and they both keep each other grounded in something real and fuCK.  - Divination for Dickheads - 7k - G: “I’m terrible at having crushes. I’ve never played anything cool a day in my life.” -- oh harry, we knOW. a bus ride, a fortune teller, an aquarium birthday party. god i love this fic. -

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic​ - 61k - E “But we’ve worked so hard at this, haven’t we? Yeah, I know it’s a horror to have to talk about it, but fuck it. We’re friends now, but it took so long to get here. Have you ever had to work so hard at something before?" --the steady blossoming of their friendship in this fic is so goddamn beautiful i want to yell. it’s draco and harry learning to trust each other and the whole thing unfolds so slowly, in this whimsical mix of london streets, wizarding politics, church halls feat. a Hot vicar, and a magical antique shop owner who’s married to literal poseidon?? goD the environment of this fic. immaculate. [also there’s a tender shower scene that makes me cry every single fucking time so if you read this fic pls dm me so we can be embarrassing about it together tbh] -

Nice Things by aideomai - 22k - M “He kept waiting for the weird shock of touch to not knock him clean out of his head, leave him quiet and warm and happy.” --8th year. harry forms an unlikely friendship with draco that begins with smoking weed on a windowsill. harry is touch-starved and draco touches him like he touches all his close friends - like it’s easy. the quiet affection in this fic, the way harry burrows himself into touch bc he’s been without it for his entire life. reading this is like being held. -

Running On Air by @tinyhistory​ - 74k - T “do you remember when we were eleven?” --alexa play coldplay’s the scientist it’s sad girl hours and we’re about to fucking yearn. you’ve seen this fic rec on every drarry list under the sun and i'm here to be redundant. the hype is so goddamn real. this story is a lyrical masterpiece held together by lines that act as refrains that will rattle around your brain until you die, probably. draco’s been missing for 3yrs. harry goes to find him. it’s their odyssey of homecoming. -

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken - 12k - T “But Draco, Draco was everything but boring. Draco made sitting in the rain watching an empty house fun.” --auror partners pining and draco being eccentric and harry being very earnestly gay about draco’s eccentricities!! god this fic is so genuinely fun skskd feat. undercover missions, murderous faeries, a book heist, a stunning navy dress, harry’s eyelashes. -

How We Throw Our Shadows Down by @thistle-verse - 14k - T “Draco is about to say something else— to thank Potter for what he’d done, however poorly— but Harry is smiling at him again, and it’s so soft and perfect that Draco holds in any inadequate words, lest he spoil it.” --draco collects tea cozies and of course harry has the one he wants. the sad and tender gays are at it again feat. conversations in the rain at a train station, melancholy Blaise, muggle photos, wizarding e-bay, the Dursleys.  -

Helix by Saras_Girl - 92k - E “Draco sighs in his sleep and Harry clings on to consciousness, needing to hold on, to give this tiny, insignificant moment the attention it deserves” --I think maybe you can describe every soft Saras_Girl story as giving tiny, insignificant moments the attention they deserve. like, this is an 8th year fic about snails and it’s full of whimsy, grief, compassion, and easy humor. an absolute must-read author in this genre if you want languorous, episodic fics full of distinct OCs and affectionate creatures. - other faves by them: Light up the Night Sky - 98k - M “Draco, sometimes you make my head feel like soup” --the one where harry is a fireworks artist and has a pet chameleon named ken. draco is on the wizarding arts council. they both pine like hell. - Headlights in the Snow - 71k - M “they stare at each other in silence, Harry’s heart beating so loud in his chest that he thinks the biddies must be able to hear it over the sound of their card game.” --the one where draco drives the knight bus and carts around the biddy club, a group of rambunctious old ladies who knit and drink tea and gossip. harry can’t help but fall in love with the everything about this. -

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 - 38k - T “Harry’s heavy thoughts lift at the sight, like dark clouds blown away from the sun by the wind. The tent doesn’t feel so cramped and stifling now. It feels cozy. And safe. It’s the same feeling that Harry gets when he’s at the Burrow for Sunday roasts, when a group of people who care for each other deeply are crammed into too-small a space.” --harry wanders to the lovegood house on a sunday afternoon. he’s baffled to see that luna’s taken pansy, greg, and draco under her wing. what follows is a summer of forest walks, scavenger hunts, gardening, water fights, odd cakes, faerie rings, and picnics. so many picnics. i love the pace of this fic, the innocent return to childhood things, the way luna brings out the best in all her friends. reluctantly soft slytherins are just *chefs kiss*!! -

Going Postal (A 125pg comic) by dustmouth - T what. a. beautiful. ass. comic. the wizarding fashion, the textures, the character design!! harry travels a lot for his job as a resourcer. draco works in the regulations dept. they pine like a bunch of lovesick idiots via field report notes. god i love dustmouth’s art. -

All the Earnest Young Men by @tepre​ - 29k - E “Draco is twenty-seven layers of personality wrapped up in drama and humour, and a wit so sharp it still stings when he doesn’t see it coming. But there is something below that, too. Something that makes Harry ache just looking at him.” --the way i would lay down my little life for tepre’s characterization of draco, whom invented the word earnest. he’s a magical art theory expert and portraits are disappearing all over London and harry’s the auror assigned to this case. and well. they’re both so very avoidant about how gay they are for each other and it’s like!! shutup and kiss!! which they do in fact, shutup and kiss.  -

Trenches by sara_holmes - 3k - M “Somewhere in the distant part of his mind that hasn't frozen solid, he thinks that maybe he and Draco are about to become more than auror partners, smoking buddies, wine-mates and co-inhabitants of a snow filled trench somewhere in western Scotland.” --the plot line here is literally “it’s cold and i need a fucking cigarette” but let me tell you how I never tire of the shared loaded-silences of two emotionally repressed gays. -

The Years Before Love by lomonaaeren - 13k - M “That’s one of the meanings of peace, he thinks, as Hermione hugs him...That he can do things slowly, softly, without worrying that they won’t be there tomorrow.” --andromeda taking harry under her wing and harry finding solace in teddy. narcissa and draco showing up and the tentative relationships that slowly develop in the quiet calm of andromeda’s house. found families and kisses in the snow and special xmas gifts ugh what’s not to love -

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy - 35k - M “I want this to be a house where people are welcome, where they don’t have to be any one way or another” --in which harry collects lost things--owls, best friends, inept bakers, potions experimenters--and turns the mausoleum that is grimmauld place into a home. feat. your fave drarry tropes like shared-beds and reluctant waltzing partners. -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

#drarry fic rec #drarry fic #soft drarry #OK FINE I RAMBLED BUT WHAT DID WE EXPECT #alexa play futile devices

[thebadgerclan]

SFW Alphabet: George Weasley

Requested by Anonymous

A/N: The motivation hit to get these alphabets done, so we gettin them done 😂

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

George is HUGE on affection.  He’s super lovey dovey, wanting you (and everyone in the vicinity) to know how much he loves you

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s the Prongs of the friend group, always causing trouble and playing pranks.  You become friends after a failed prank, you were the only one who laughed even though it failed

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

George will keep you in his lap, arms tight around you, lips on your temple.  Spooning you, stroking your side gently, or with you facing him, face in his chest

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does, but he has plans first.  George wants to take you on trips, to see the world, he wants to expand his store.  But eventually, yes, George wants to settle down

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He’d be heartbroken about it, but he’d try to make you laugh.  George would want to stay friends, unless something drastic happened

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

George is itching to marry you, and he asks as soon as you’re out of school.  The ring is a silver band with a diamond (Bc George wants you to have a diamond), yours and his initials engraved

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Very.  George never yells at you, and he’s very very rarely angry with you.  Physically, you’re his babygirl, and he’s going to treat you accordingly

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

George has two styles of hugs: he’ll sneak up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest, kissing your neck.  “Hey babygirl.”, and bear hugs, holding you tightly to him, your head on his chest

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It’s about 5 months into the relationship.  You’re in the common room, lying with your head in George’s lap.  “You know I love you, right?” he asks.  “Because I do.  I love you so much.”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

George doesn’t handle jealousy well, especially when it comes to you. He’ll come up to you and kiss you, not caring who’s around.  “There’s my girl,” he’ll say, letting everyone know whose you are

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

George loves kissing you.  He’ll pull you into his arms and kiss you deeply, lips lingering on yours until you feel like you’ll faint.  “Pretty girl,” he’ll whisper, kissing you again.  Forehead kisses are another favorite

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

George grew up in a busy house, constant busyness.  In short, yes, he loves kids, and he really wants to have them with you.  He wants a whole brood, but if you only want 1 or 2, then he’s good with 1 or 2

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Waking in his arms before trying to drag him out of bed so you’re not late for work/class

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Honestly, dragging him into bed so he’s not exhausted the next day, falling asleep in his arms

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

George is an open book, hiding nothing from you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

With others, George can be quick to anger, but with you, he’s a moon eyed calf.  He’s endlessly patient with you

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Many things slip George’s mind, but things you tell him aren’t those.  He remembers everything, and he’ll use that knowledge to surprise you

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When Molly met you for the first time.  She took one look at you and beamed.  “She’s perfect, Georgie.”

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

George is pretty protective over you.  he doesn’t like other getting too close, and with Voldy running around, he can’t be too careful

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

There is nothing this man wouldn’t do for you, and this applies to dates and gifts.  They all have meaning, even if they’re not fancy or expensive.  A plush of your favorite animal, your favorite drink, things like that

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

George can get wrapped up in work with the store, neglecting you and his needs

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Honestly, not at all.  But he makes the tousled hair work, and it’s honestly pretty cute

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

100%.  You and Fred are the two people he cannot live without

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

George keeps a muggle picture of you on his desk: a candid of you laughing at something neither of you remember

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He needs someone who can laugh with him

Z= Zzz (A sleep habit of theirs)

George talks in his sleep, and it never makes sense.  “We need 2 more llamas, or Fudge will turn into a sheep.”

#george weasley x reader #harry potter fanfiction #george weasley x you #harry potter reader insert

[hello-everyfandom]

“You’ll get frown lines if you continue that,”

Warnings: Light making out/Light smut (very very very light)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Draco’s Hufflepuff girlfriend is nothing but a delight and the exact opposite of him.

(I really really tried. I hope Draco’s character isn’t too ooc, but I thought it’d be so sweet to see cold stone Draco with a soft, cute girlfriend)

One of the things Draco loved most about you was your extreme compassion and empathy. You were, undoubtedly, one of the sweetest people at Hogwarts. Not just to your own house, but all, even Slytherins. Perhaps that is what drew him to you, your innate ability to look past house stereotypes and befriend even the snarkiest of Slytherins. If you were to see Draco and his lovely girlfriend walking the corridors, hand in hand, you’d assume they were holding hands accidentally. Your face always had a beaming, positive smile placed on it. You waved and greeted your friends kindly and exuded an aura of friendliness. Draco, however, was the exact opposite. He scowled, maybe not on purpose, but sneered at the poor souls who happen to look at him. You were light, he was dark. Not that you minded. Whenever you caught him in a glare, you’d squeeze his hand and softly tug.

“You’ll get frown lines if you continue that,” 

Draco looked down at your smiling face and couldn’t help but send a small smile back, “And what is ‘that?’” he asked.

“This,” you pointed to your face and pulled an exaggerated scowl, pushing your eyebrows together and pointed the corner of your lips down, “See? Unattractive,”

Draco chuckled softly under his breath and tugged his bag closer on his shoulder, “So now you think I’m unattractive?” 

“No no, darling, not at all. I’m calling your face unattractive,” you leaned closer to him, inhaling his sweet cologne before waving at another friend in the corridor.

“My face is unattractive?” Draco said, feigning hurt.

“Oh, you know what I mean,” you laughed and slapped his arm gently. “But, would it kill you to smile a little?” You reached you and tried to drag his cheek up with your finger to form a smile.

“I smile when I’m with you, that’s enough smiling for my life.”

“Draco, while that is quite adorable and does, in fact, flutter my heart, I mean smiling and saying hello to people, maybe greeting your friends in a nicer way?”

Draco stopped walking and pulled you into a more secluded part of the corridors where you were visible but not quite as seen. His eyes were playful and a smirk printed itself on his lips. Draco’s eyes were mesmerizing, you nearly forgot what you were talking about before raising your eyebrows,

“I don’t have to speak sweetly to anyone but you,” Draco bent his head and placed a peck on your lips. You rolled your eyes with a grin on your face, giving him another small kiss and spun sharply on your heel. “Where are you going?” he called, holding the strap of his bag.

“I’m going to Herbology. See you later, handsome!” 

Draco’s cheeks flushed a light pink as he watched you skip down the hall, giving nods and small ‘hellos’ to the people around you who were making their way to class. Draco shook his head to rid himself of the embarrassing colour that fully displayed his love for you and paced to his next class. 

By the time supper had come around, Draco searched the Great Hall for you. Usually, you were perched on the Hufflepuff bench, chatting happily away with your friends and even turning to talk to some of the Gryffindor’s behind you. However, you were nowhere to be seen. Dinner had started and Draco tapped his foot anxiously. It was only until you had run into the Great Hall, screeching to a stop and searched wildly until you found Draco’s blonde hair amidst the sea of students. You sighed in relief and started towards his table. Draco’s eyes widened as you reached him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and sitting next to him, and across from Pansy.

“Pardon me, I don’t believe you are a Slytherin, are you?” he jokingly whispered in your ear as you started to scoop helpings of food onto your plate.

“Slytherin Blitherin,” you waved your hand, “ ‘s it so wrong to want to sit with my boyfriend?” Your boyfriend shrugged and handed you a roll of bread before asking,

“Where were you anyway? Fighting demons? No, too mean. Were you making daisy chains with the house elves?” His elbow prodded you softly.

“What? No, but actually, thank you for reminding me. I need to have a little visit to the house-elves soon, they really are quite sweet. You really should come with me Draco, they really enjoy stories and absolutely are thrilled if you sit with them for a bit. But, I just woke up too late from a nap, thas’ all.” You smiled and sipped from the goblet in front of you.

“Of course you did,” Draco rolled his eyes and settled into his dinner bench, feeling happy you were beside him.

“Pansy, by the way,” Pansy’s back straightened, she didn’t hate you but she didn’t particularly like you either, nevertheless you continued, “My mother sent me a bottle of that muggle nail polish I told you about. It’s quite cute, I could do your nails later if you’d like,” You offered kindly. Pansy’s eyes widened as she glanced from you to Draco, he shrugged.

“It’s a muggle thing?” Pansy asked curiously,

“Oh yes, but it’s so much easier than doing it with spells, surprisingly. I think it’s quite genius actually, I did mine yesterday night.” you flashed Pansy your fingernails that were delicately painted a light shade of blue. Draco studied you as you began to converse energetically with Pansy, your yellow tie laid nicely on your chest whilst your hair was messily pulled back. He couldn’t help but fall further in love with you as you laughed and even spoke to Blaise a bit about the quidditch teams you were interested in. You were just so simply kind and generous that he even felt a bit guilty. He was worried he would scare you off or even worse, transform your kindness and friendliness to something cold and more like him. However, you seemed to be unchanged and remained the same front the first day he met you. 

“Draco?” His focus was blinked out of his eyes as you peered at you,

“Yes?”

“Is there something on my face?” You ask, wiping your lips insecurely.

“Only beauty,” Draco said. The moment he uttered those words, he regretted it immediately. Blaise howled with laughter whilst Pansy began to tease him. He scowled at them and sent his friends dirty daggers. You beamed at him with a delighted gleam in your eye, 

“Aw, Draco. You’re so sweet, isn’t he sweet?” you turned to Blaise after pressing a quick kiss on Draco’s cheek.

“Oh, the sweetest.” Blaise cooed sarcastically whilst catching his breath. Underneath the table, you squeeze Draco’s hand reassuringly and leaning your head on his shoulder. Draco would never admit this to anyone, except maybe you, but he was changing. He didn’t push first years, nor spend his free periods mocking the stutters and stance of the third years. In fact, he can’t even pin the last snarky comment he made towards Potter.

“Malfoy, maybe you should rethink having a blood traitor sit at our table. It’s quite despicable if you ask me, disgusting even,” A hateful voice sounded from behind you. A few Slytherin boys who you had sadly not friended yet sneered at you. Before Draco could respond angrily and tell him to piss right the fuck off, you chimed up.

“You’re Earl Elmer, right?” You turned and rummaged through your school bag frantically before removing a crumbled piece of parchment and smoothing it down on the table. “‘m sorry if it’s a little torn, I overheard you in Charms the other day. You said you were having trouble, so I took some extra notes for you. I hope they help.” The boy looked nervously at his friends and glared at the parchment before scoffing leaving the Great Hall. You frowned, “I know it’s a little crumpled, but I didn’t think it was that bad,”

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and rubbed your shoulders comfortingly, “He’s a bloody twat, don’t bother with Elmer.” 

“I don’t want him to be upset. If I made him angry or something of the sort I’d be gutted.”

“You’re too kind sometimes,” Draco mumbled over the chatter of the Great Hall, “you barely notice when someone’s being a right arse to you.”

“I think he has the potential to be actually quite kind,”

“Don’t count on it. Now, eat your dessert or you’ll be cranky later.” You sniffed before nodding and reaching for a cup of pudding. Draco’s heart thumped, even after being treated awfully, you still went out of your way to be kindhearted to someone. You were too good for him, and he knew it.

“If you want me to, I’ll hex him,” Pansy offered, biting into her cupcake. 

“That’s nice, Pansy, but I think I’ll pass.” You said, leaning on Draco’s shoulder again, humming contently.

In your room, you laid on your stomach with your textbook. You groaned loudly making Draco look up from his spot on your bed. 

“What’s the matter?” He asked, pulling you lay back so your back was on his chest.

“I hate Transfiguration,” you grumbled, “I can barely make out the words anymore.”

“Oh? Hate? I wasn’t sure that word was in your dictionary,” Draco teased, combing his fingers through your hair.

“It’s not, maybe I’ve been spending too much time with you,” you teased back.

“Maybe,” he bent his neck to kiss your cheek, “Transfiguration can’t be that hard.” 

“It is, you don’t even understand, my brain is exhausted, it’s simply too hard,” you said dramatically,

“I’m in your class, Love.”

“But still! You’re a smarty smarty pants. And I’m just a dumb dumb.”

“You’re a Prefect,” He pointed out. “And, not to mention, one of the smartest witches in our year.”

“You know what, you are the loveliest boyfriend ever,” you switched positions so you were in his lap and cradled his face. You pecked kisses on his face affectionately, his hands sliding on your hips and down your thighs. 

“What’s with all the kisses?” Draco wasn’t complaining, but he didn’t want to turn your head from studying either. 

“You just look so cute sitting there, I couldn’t help it. Thought you deserved some kisses!” you smiled and kissed his neck lightly and then locking your lips with his. Everything about your kisses made his head swoon, he forgot about the war, the darkness his family that engulfed his family and even his own battles with anxiety and sadness. He melted instantly into your touch, moving his hands tentatively to hug your waist. You tasted of berries and the muggle chapstick you insisted on wearing in the winters to prevent chapped lips. You felt his hands wander softly, almost scared as you nipped at his bottom lip leaving him breathless. For someone so sweet, you kissed like a woman on a mission. Your hips slowly grinding into his and the top buttons of his shirt coming undone. His lips trailed down your neck and above your collar bone, focusing on the soft skin that begged him to bite. Draco felt as though his heart would plummet into the ground as you pulled your shirt off. 

“I-” he stuttered,

“Yes?” You asked innocently,

Draco raised so he was leaning on his elbows whilst you straddled him. Your fingers quicker to unbutton his shirt, as he ran his fingers through your hair, gripping it softly. You moaned as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. A sudden knock at the door made you bolt upright. Your hair a mess from Draco’s pulling and your lips swollen from Draco’s kisses. You gasped, realizing your shirt had been thrown across the room and Draco’s was mostly unbuttoned. Draco whined at the lack of contact but you shot him a warning look before shoving a sweater over your head. You swung open the door looking for who had knocked only to lower your eyes and see a young Hufflepuff from first year.

“I’m sorry to interrupt!” She squeaked, “I just had a, uh, a question on my Transfiguration homework but I can go,” as she turned you caught her shoulder and sent her a soft look,

“No worries! Transfiguration can be tricky, can’t it?” You looked over your shoulder at Draco who looked up at the ceiling with annoyance, tapped his wrist to signal to hurry up. Obviously, he wanted to get back to kissing his gentle girlfriend. You shooshed him and twirled to speak to the Hufflepuff, “Maisie, right?” She nodded, “Will you just hold on one second, then my brain and my skills are all yours.”

You closed the door and rushed around your dorm, throwing clothes into your chest and frantically tidying up. Draco watched amused, legs stretched out on the bed with his arms under his head and his back against the headboard.

“Can’t you just tell her to bugger off?” he asked, motioning for you to come closer,

“Absolutely not. One, that’s rude. And two, it may seem foreign to you, but I do actually want to help her.”

“But we were... doing stuff,” Draco whined, it was unlike his character to beg but he had just gotten a taste of you and was starving for more.

“Were we?” You joked and pointed at his shirt, “You better button-up, buttercup!” Draco grumbled and complied as you threw the door open. 

“Come in, come in!” You motioned her forwards, she stepped cautiously into your dorm, observing the nice moss plants you had hanging as well as the cozy rug you had placed on the floor. Her eyes wandered to Draco’s figure and instantly froze in fear,

“If-if you have guests, Y/N, I can always come later,” She stuttered, fiddling with her textbook.

“What him? Don’t worry, he’s nothing but a big ole bloke who just so happens to be dating me. Plus, what are Prefects for? Now, take a seat, you can sit on the bed or on the desk,”

Draco sent her a glare making her respond quickly, “I’ll sit at the desk.” You mentally scolded Draco before helping your first-year friend with her homework.

As you bid her goodbye after helping her with her homework and sending her off with a lolly, you shut the door and sighed with happiness. Draco’s arms opened, motioning for you to fall into them and lay comfortably on his chest.

“I’m so happy,” you mumbled into his shirt,

“Is that so?”

“I love helping people,”

“I noticed.” Draco rubbed soothing circles on your back,

“‘m tired,” you yawned.

“How is it that you have so much energy to help people and care for them when you’re just a small little thing?” Draco’s voice was low, nearly lulling you to sleep. He truly was amazed at your capabilities to be so good-hearted and pure.

“I love helping people,” your eyes drooped, “just as much as I love you,”

“I love you as well,” Draco soothingly petted your hair and placed a kiss on your forehead, allowing you to drift into a lovely and blissful sleep.

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Stronger Than Blood Chapter 27: Felicity

Summary: Hufflepuff witch Felicity Zabini struggles to find normalcy as she enters into her 6th year at Hogwarts, reeling from her father’s sudden death and her mother’s quick remarriage into the Zabini family. If only she had known that discovering Draco Malfoy falling apart in the bathroom would spiral into so much more.

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: fluff, angst, Cruciatus curse, language, humor (?)

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Clichés had never appealed to me, but I also knew that they had an uncanny way of revealing the truth. To say that my world wasn’t the same in the wake of Draco’s absence wasn’t an overstatement.

More often than not, we had spent everyday together. We studied, laughed, held each other close after a particularly hard day. Draco took me out during Hogsmeade weekends, never as affectionate as he was when we were alone, of course, but still somehow possessive in the way his hand ghosted over the small of my back as we entered unfamiliar areas.

His presence was such a constant in my life that I could only truly appreciate it when he was gone. But he wasn’t gone. Not really.

My heart physically ached as I sat down beside Blaise in Defense Against the Dark Arts, an ache that only increased when Draco entered the classroom. Our eyes met. His expression was mostly unreadable, but I saw the imperceptible way his eyes softened as they landed on me. He arched an eyebrow, his silent way of asking me if I was okay. I nodded once. My boyfriend’s eyes traveled to my neck, where the Malfoy family ring dangled around my neck, resting over my heart under my robes. I nodded again, my lips quirking. His lips curved upwards as he looked away from me, taking his seat.

Professor Amycus swept into the room soon afterwards, his black robes billowing behind him.

“Hello, children.” He smiled at us, and I studied him closer than I had before. The wizard didn’t appear to be any different, though I knew now that he had a Mark that looked just like Draco’s on his left forearm. “Today’s lesson is of the utmost importance.” He glanced around the room, pausing on each of our faces. “Who can tell me what it means to be a Muggleborn?”

No one raised their hand. Blaise shifted in his seat next to me.

“Miss Zabini?” I froze when Professor Amycus looked at me. “Enlighten us.”

I cleared my throat. “If a witch or wizard is Muggleborn, magic doesn’t run in their family. Both parents are Muggles.”

“Ten points to Hufflepuff.” He clasped his hands in front of him. “And why is this a problem?”

“Sorry?”

The professor crossed the room to stand in front of my desk. “Why is being Muggleborn problematic?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but Draco’s lazy drawl stopped me.

“Because magic is a birthright that they did not earn.” His gray eyes met mine, and he mouthed just playing along before Professor Amycus looked his way.

“Quite right, Mr. Malfoy. Ten points to Slytherin.” The professor began to pace the length of the classroom. “Muggleborns are a threat to our world. They taint our bloodlines and weaken our magic over time.” He stopped. “Yes, very grievous indeed.”

The bell rang before he could go on. I let out a shaky breath as I stood, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

“What in the world was that?” I whispered to Blaise as soon as we were in the hallway. He grimaced.

“Propaganda. And I’m afraid…” The Slytherin took a deep breath. “I’m afraid that this is just the beginning of it.”

***

Blaise had been right about that. It seemed as if every professor incorporated anti-Muggle jargon into their lectures. I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing posters advertising the horrors of Muggle society. My only escape proved to be the library, where I poured over my lessons, did any extra work that I could to distract myself from missing Draco. Months went by, but they felt like years. I hardly saw Draco anymore.

I rubbed my temples as I sat at a table nestled within a hidden corner of the library. No one ventured that far into the library, so I was often alone in my own little world. Every now and then Luna Lovegood, a 7th year Ravenclaw, would sit at the table next to mine, but she was always alone and never a bother.

I was just beginning an essay for Muggle Studies when a new voice interrupted my routine.

“Are you Felicity Zabini?”

When I looked up my eyes were met with a petite witch in Slytherin robes. Her hair was a luscious, icy shade of blonde, framing her face in gentle waves that stopped just past her shoulders. Her eyes were chocolate brown, friendly yet guarded. She was effortlessly beautiful in a way that was taught, practiced, and mastered, in a way that I never had been and wasn’t sure I wanted to be.

“That’s me.” I gave her a tiny smile. She beamed back at me.

“I’m Astoria Greengrass, Draco’s intended. It’s nice to meet you!”

Draco’s intended. I gripped the edges of the table, my head suddenly spinning.

“It’s…” I swallowed against the nausea. “It’s nice to meet you, Astoria.”

If I wanted Narcissa’s plan to work, I had to play my part. For all Astoria knew, Draco and I were broken up. Pain shot through me, but I shoved it down.

“Do you mind if I sit?” Astoria asked.

“Go ahead,” I gestured towards the empty seats. The blonde plopped down into the one right across from me.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you. It’s just…” she sighed. “Well, and this is terribly awkward, I know, but I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me plan the wedding? You know what Draco likes. You dated him for the longest out of all the girls he’s been with, did you know that?”

“Yeah. Almost seven months.” I said, my voice little more than a whisper. Astoria’s expression softened with sympathy.

“I’m sorry if this brings up any unpleasant memories for you. Did you part on good terms?”

I was prepared for this question, thankfully.

“It was a mutual decision.” The lie made my throat ache.

I suppose it had been mutual in a sense, but neither of us wanted to break up. We just recognized the genius of Narcissa’s plan. All I could do was play my role and hope for the best.

“So you two are still friends?” Astoria’s eyes were so earnest and open that it made me want to cry. It would’ve been easier if Draco’s intended bride was hateful, but she wasn’t. I could tell that much.

“We’ve...it’s just been a bit busy, preparing for the N.E.W.T.s…” The lump in my throat grew. “I haven’t seen much of him. But yes, we’re still...friends.”

“Good.” Astoria’s expression brightened. “Let’s talk about the wedding, then.”

***

Astoria Greengrass was far from hateful. She was kind, intelligent, and thoughtful. More than that, she quickly became my friend. The irony of it all made me want to laugh, or maybe cry. Some days, in the privacy of my dorm late at night, I did both.

“Liss?” she asked from her sprawled out position on the plush carpet in my dorm. I looked up from my Potions assignment.

“Hmm?”

“Dancing or no dancing at the wedding?”

“Definitely dancing.” My lips curved up slightly as my mind drifted into a memory.

“Felicity,” Draco snorted, swinging his legs on the ledge of the Astronomy Tower. I’d forced him to cast a protective barrier charm around the area so he wouldn’t fall to his death.  “You can’t just refuse to dance with someone at the next Malfoy family Christmas Ball. It’s horribly impolite.”

“I can barely walk in a straight line without tripping over something!” I protested. “How do you expect me to dance with all of the posh wizards who attend your hoity toity events?”

He scowled. “I never said anything about letting you dance with other wizards.”

“Afraid I’ll leave you when they sweep me off of my feet onto the dance floor?” I teased with a wide grin. The poor dear actually growled.

“The only wizard who will be sweeping you anywhere is me.”

I sighed. “I really can’t dance, Draco. I’ve tried to learn. It’s no use.”

Draco frowned. “You’ve had actual lessons and you’re still incompetent?”

“Well,” I hedged. “Does Blaise attempting to teach me the steps count as lessons?”

“Merlin’s beard, witch! Get up.” He held out his hand to me as he scrambled to his feet.

“Is that a no, then?”

“Just get up!”

“Right away, Your Majesty.” I let him pull me to my feet. Draco smirked as he tugged me closer to him.

“I could get used to royal treatment,” he said.

“You don’t receive royal treatment now? I’m shocked, truly.”

The Slytherin laughed, placing a hand at my hip while gripping my right hand with the other. “Put your left hand on my shoulder.”

“Do I have a choice?” I asked with a pout. Draco leaned down to press a quick kiss to my lips.

“No.”

I rolled my eyes but slid my left hand up to rest on his shoulder. He began to sway me back and forth in a waltz.

“There’s no music,” I pointed out. Draco smiled before spinning me out and tugging me back into his chest, so close that we were nose to nose.

“I was getting there.” He whispered, his breath warm on my lips as his hand found the small of my back, still swaying me. I shivered when he began to sing in my ear.

“Some day, when I’m awfully low

When the world is cold

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

And the way you look tonight…”

“I didn’t know you could sing,” I murmured, my heart fluttering. I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck as we swayed.

Draco’s breath tickled my ear as he chuckled lowly. “What can I say, I’m a man of many talents.” He kissed the sensitive flesh below my ear before singing once more.

“Yes, you’re lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft

There is nothing for me but to love you

And the way you look tonight.”

My heart hammered inside of my chest. I wondered if he realized what the song was saying, if he meant the words he sang so beautifully into my ear.

“This is a Muggle song, you know.” It was all I could manage to say.

He held me tighter. “I know.”

I closed my eyes, burying my face into the crook of Draco’s neck as he continued to croon softly against my skin.

“With each word your tenderness grows,

Tearing my fear apart

And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,

It touches my foolish heart…”

“Felicity?” Astoria’s gentle voice broke me out of the memory. “Are you okay?”

It took me a minute to realize that my cheeks were wet with tears. I swiped at my cheeks quickly.

“I’m fine.”

One of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do was act like my heart was whole when it was anything but.

***

“I’m sure you are all able to name the three Unforgivable Curses by now.” Professor Amycus was saying one day in Defence class. “Miss Zabini? Please inform us.”

I didn’t want to dwell on reasons why he could be calling on me as much as he did, so I focused on my answer instead. “Yes, professor. They are the Killing Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Imperius Curse.”

“Quite right. Why do you think they are named as such?”

I lowered my eyebrows. “One is used to commit murder, the other to torture someone horrifically, and the other to control a person’s mind. Why wouldn’t they be Unforgivable?”

The professor’s lip curled as he studied me. “In hindsight, I suppose it was rather foolish of me to ask such a question of a Hufflepuff,” he sneered.

I gave a derisive snort. “Why, because Hufflepuffs have a good heart?”

Professor Amycus’s face flushed with anger when most of the class chuckled. “No, Miss Zabini, because the lot of you have no sense of true justice.” His eyes glinted coldly. “But since you are so vocal on this subject, you can assist me in my next demonstration.” He motioned for me to stand up. I obeyed, standing up warily.

“You wanted to see me, Professor?”

I turned as Teddy Lafayette entered the room, looking so small as his green gaze found mine. Dread began to creep up my spine.

“Felicity?” His eyebrows furrowed. “If this is about the incident in the bathroom, I swear it was Bobby who made the toilet explode!”

“We’ll talk about it later, yeah?” I reached out a hand for him, though I had to wonder about the exploding toilet. I was surprised when he came willingly, but then again, I could understand the mistrustful look in his eyes as he glanced at Professor Amycus. “What’s this about?” I addressed the professor, placing a firm hand on Teddy’s shoulder.

“Thank you for joining us, Mr. Lafayette.” Amycus ignored me completely. “I just have a few questions for you, then you may leave.” It was a lie. I don’t know how I knew. Perhaps it was the way he said it, maybe it was the way my stomach curdled. All I knew was that something was very wrong.

“Okay,” Teddy replied slowly, shifting a bit closer to me. Amycus smiled.

“This is your second year, is it not?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And how are you enjoying yourself?” Amycus continued. “Has Miss Zabini been accommodating as one of your Prefects?”

My heart expanded at Teddy’s eager nod. “She’s the best! Sometimes she’s scary and reminds me of my mum, but everyone prefers her over Ernie. She gives us sweets and he doesn’t.”

The class laughed at that, even Ernie, who was seated behind Blaise and I next to Hannah, though he mumbled, “Bloody typical.”

“I see.” Amycus said. “Well, it’s funny you should mention Miss Zabini’s scariness, as I find her to be anything but... scary.”

“You haven’t seen her when it’s almost curfew and I barely make it back to the common room in time for bed,” Teddy mumbled, making me snort. Blaise snickered as well.

“Formidable, is she?” The professor looked like he was having serious doubts about that, but then his expression changed. “You mentioned your mum. What does she do while you’re away at Hogwarts?”

The young Hufflepuff boy stood straighter. “She’s a doctor. My dad too.”

“A doctor?” Professor Amycus gave a short laugh, as if Teddy told a clever joke. “Do you mean to say that your parents are Healers?”

I almost laughed at the disgusted look Teddy gave the professor. “No, they’re doctors.They help women deliver babies.” He scrunched his nose at that.

“Ah...so your parents are Muggles, then.” Amycus wasn't smiling now. His tone was so cold that my hand on Teddy’s shoulder tightened.

“What of it?” To his credit, Teddy didn’t look at all afraid, though he stayed close to my side.

“I’m so glad you asked,” Professor Amycus replied, smiling slowly. “You see, Teddy—may I call you Teddy?”

“No, you may not,” Teddy interjected, his voice filled with so much haughtiness that he reminded me of Draco at his pettiest in that moment, but the professor ignored him.

“You see, Teddy, the Ministry of Magic is under new leadership. We wish to set things right.”

The curly-haired boy looked up at me, his green eyes filled with confusion. Amycus’s eyes were focused on me. “As I told your beloved Prefect just before you arrived, Hogwarts seems to have lost its sense of true justice. But no longer.”

Fear spiked in my bloodstream at the vicious glint in his eyes. “The Ministry has developed  an...alternate version of the Cruciatus Curse. Not to worry, you won’t be sent to Azkaban for using it. It’s been altered to cause much less pain than it usually does. Just enough pain to leave an impression.” He clasped his hands. “I thought it would be a comfort to you, Miss Zabini.”

“A comfort?” I asked, my heart thumping hard.

“Well, if you’re to use it on Mr. Lafayette, I assumed you’d be pleased to know that you won’t hurt him too badly.” Amycus’s eyes widened with faux innocence. “Perhaps I was mistaken?”

I wrapped a protective arm around Teddy’s shoulders. “Surely you don’t mean…” My free hand gripped the edge of my desk. Surely he wouldn’t ask me to hurt a student. That couldn’t be allowed.

“Yes, Miss Zabini.” Amycus folded his arms. “Since you’re so averse to these things, I believe it’s time for you to…adjust.” He demonstrated a quick movement with his wand. “If you move your wand just so, the alternate version of the Curse can be performed. Go on.” He nodded at Teddy.

“Felicity?” Teddy’s eyes were wide and frightened. My hands began to shake.

“You can’t ask me to--”

“I can and I will,” Amycus snapped. “Now, Miss Zabini. Do not test my patience. The sooner we send the Mudbloods the message the better.”

I caught my trembling lower lip between my teeth, maneuvering Teddy so he was shielded behind me.

“No.” I whispered. “I won’t.”

“Very well. Stand aside and I will do it for you.” Amycus snarled, moving to shove me out of the way, but I pushed back with every ounce of strength I possessed, tears blurring my vision.

“No!” I cried. “Teddy, go back to the common room.” When the boy didn’t move, I repeated myself more firmly. “Now, Teddy.”

Teddy wasted no time in darting out from his hiding place and running out of the room before Amycus could stop him.

A storm raged in the professor's eyes as he studied me anew.

“How noble of you.” He said. “But I’m sorry to say that your heroic deed is in vain.” Amycus glanced around the classroom. “There are other Mudbloods in this class, I’m sure…”

“Stop it!” Tears slipped down my cheeks, but I brushed them away. “Don’t hurt them. I’ll—you can do it on me. But don’t touch any of them.” I clenched my fists.

“Felicity,” Blaise hissed, but I ignored him.

“Professor,” I jumped when I heard Draco’s voice for the first time since class had started. My eyes found him immediately. He looked away from me. “Surely Lafayette can come back later. The mutt isn’t worth it. It’s so much more satisfying to torture full Mudbloods anyway, is it not?” I hoped his fellow Death Eater didn’t know him well enough to hear the slight edge of panic in his voice.

Amycus hummed in thought. “Excellent point, Draco. But no,” he decided. “The punishment is fitting. Besides,” he turned back to me, yanking me by the sleeve and pulling me until I was standing at the front of the room facing my classmates. “She did volunteer.”

Draco’s face looked like chiseled marble as he nodded once.

Though I braced myself as Amycus drew his wand, nothing could have prepared me for the excruciating pain that was to follow.

“Crucio.”

A scream I hardly recognized as my own was ripped from my throat as I fell to the ground, writhing with pain. Suddenly that’s all I knew. I forgot where I was, forgot who I was. All that existed was the pain as my world quickly faded to black, the unconsciousness a sweet relief.

***

I woke to a low murmur of voices and the feeling of a hand gripping my own briefly before letting it go. My head hurt too much to open my eyes, so I tried to focus on the voices instead.

“What on Earth was she thinking?”

Blaise, I thought. A very angry Blaise from the sound of it.

“This is Felicity we’re talking about, mate! Do you really think she’d let her bloody housemate be tortured if she could stop it?”

My heart jumped. Draco. Merlin, how I missed hearing his voice. I wished he wouldn’t stop talking.

“Of course she wouldn’t,” Blaise snapped. “That’s the problem.”

“Why in the blazes are you angry with me, then?”

“Because she’s your bloody girlfriend,you twisted bastard! You should have stopped her! It should have been you lying unconscious for three bloody days! Not her!”

“Don’t you think I know that?” Draco’s voice cracked with emotion. “You don’t understand…”

“What could I possibly not understand about this situation, Malfoy?”

Draco sighed. “I...I can’t tell you.”

Blaise snorted derisively. “Bloody typical. My sister is unconscious and you can’t tell me anything at all?”

Deciding that I needed to “wake up” before things got out of hand, I opened my eyes, wincing against the candlelight.

“Dr…” I coughed. “Drac…” I could only manage that before I coughed harder

“Felicity?” The blonde Slytherin hurried to my side, cupping my cheeks in the palms of his hands. “Thank Merlin you’re awake. What is it? What hurts?” His gray eyes were wide with concern and relief.

“Need…” I wet my lips as best as I could. “Drink.”

He brushed a damp strand of hair off of my forehead before pressing a delicate kiss there. “Blaise,” Draco snapped over his shoulder. “She needs water. Now.”

“Anything else I can do for you?” My brother grumbled as he poured me a glass of water, approaching my bedside. His eyes softened as they focused on me. “Hey, Lissie. Good to see your eyes open.”

“Don’t make her talk too much,” Draco glared at Blaise with such resentment that the gentleness in the way he helped me sit up and take a drink of water was almost comical. I gave Blaise a weak smile once I drained the cup of water.

“Teddy?” I croaked. “Is he…”

“He’s fine,” Blaise promised. “Left you flowers and everything, much to this one’s delight.” He smirked at Draco as he gestured to the pretty pink roses in the corner.

“Bloody twelve year old,” Draco grumbled irritably. I rolled my eyes.

“Blaise, could you give Draco and I a minute, please?” I took another drink of water as my brother reluctantly left the room. I glanced back at Draco when he was gone. Bags were even more visible under his eyes, his uniform rumpled and his hair tousled, like he hadn’t left my side the entire time. My heart throbbed with pain. Knowing him, he probably hadn’t.

“Draco…” I squeezed my eyes shut. Even in day old clothes and messy hair he was beautiful. “What are you doing here? What if-“

“There’s no one here, Fliss.” Draco interrupted, his hand finding mine and holding it tightly. “I couldn’t just...I had to make sure you were okay.”

I opened my eyes, watching as he sat on the edge of the bed, still gripping my hand.

“Well...I’m okay. I am now, anyway.” I squeezed his hand. Draco’s tortured gray eyes met mine.

“Merlin, Fliss, hearing you scream like that…” his jaw tensed. “I thought he would kill you. It sounded like he was killing you.”

I winced. “That bad?”

“I’m so sorry, Felicity.” Draco bowed his head, platinum blonde strands tickling my hand. “I should have stopped him, I should’ve…”

“Draco.” I reached out to cup his cheek, my heart aching when the boy leaned into my touch. “There’s nothing you could have done. You would’ve blown our cover.”

He laughed humorlessly. “Right. The plan.” The words made his mouth twist with bitterness. I ran my fingers through his hair briefly, making him look up.

“I brought you something,” he said, fishing a tiny box out of the pocket of his trousers and placing it onto my lap. I narrowed my eyes.

“What on Earth did you do?”

Draco pursed his lips. “Just open it.”

My breath caught in my throat when I opened the box, revealing a delicate golden ring in the shape of a snake with tiny emeralds for its eyes.

“It’s beautiful.” I admitted, giving him a smile. “Thank you.”

“Happy one year,” he whispered, removing the ring from the box and sliding it onto the ring finger of my right hand. “You didn’t forget, did you?”

I hadn’t forgotten, not really. With each month that passed, I’d counted it as another month of our relationship. It was as if my stupid brain couldn’t help itself.

“Of course I didn’t.” I took a shaky breath. “I just…” I trailed off, shaking my head, admiring my new ring. “I love it, really. Thank you.” I reached out my arms for a hug. Draco eagerly accepted, engulfing me in his arms and holding me tightly against him.

“I miss your annoyingly sappy Hufflepuff tendencies,” he whispered into my hair. “I’d almost gotten used to them.”

I laughed even as my eyes filled with tears. “And I miss your snarky comments and horrible attitude.”

He snickered as he let me go. “I never thought I’d hear you say that.”

“Yeah, well…” I shrugged. “Distance does make the heart grow fonder, it seems.”

Draco smirked, leaning down to kiss my lips. I wanted to drown in it, wanted to drown in the way he kissed me like a man dying of thirst, a man taking his first drink of water after an extended stay in the desert, but I pushed him back.

“I...I met Astoria.”

He frowned. “Who?”

“Your betrothed?” The “duh” was implied in my voice, of course. “She’s...we’re actually...friends?”

Draco’s eyebrows lowered. “You’re...friends with Astoria Greengrass?”

I nodded. “She’s...she’s actually really nice, Dray. I like her. Sometimes I feel like she’s…”

“She’s…?”

I looked down at my hands. “She’s kind of perfect for you, Draco. Kind, intelligent, pure blood…”

He shook his head, cursing under his breath. “I’m not having this discussion with you, Fliss.”

“But-“

“Please, Felicity.” His gray eyes pleaded with me. “Please don’t.”

“Draco…” my voice cracked. “I don’t expect you to...we have to be realistic.”

“No!” He glared at me. “We’re not talking about this. I don’t want to hear it!”

“Draco…”

“I need to go.” He kissed my lips again quickly, then my forehead and cheeks. “Happy anniversary, Fliss.”

With that, he was gone. I didn’t even wait until his footsteps faded before I buried my face into the pillow and sobbed.

Chapter 28

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Remus Lupin x Sirius Black | Fluff (Sprinkle of angst)

“Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.”

| Masterlist | Words: 1111 A/N: More Blue Moon archives that I’ve edited, also I’m pretty sure this was for a writing challenge but I don’t remember who’s Warning: Sexual references, I put a warning where it starts

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***

“I can’t believe you told Prongs about Saturday!” Remus had been going off at Sirius for 10 minutes now about the weekend. It was the first time Remus and Sirius had gotten that intimate together, more than just kissing and cuddling. The furthest they had gone before Saturday was a heated make out sessions.

“‘m sorry love! We were a bit- ” Sirius was trying to explain what had led to him telling James about that night. Something Remus didn’t want to share straight away.

“A bit?” Remus raises an unbelieving eyebrow at Sirius.

“I was a tad bit drunk. We were just talking about him and Evans, then he asked about me and you, and started teasing me when I didn’t say much. He asked me, no peer pressured me into telling him if me and you had done anything. I didn’t want say anything”

“You didn’t want to? Then why did you?” Remus was glaring at Sirius.

“Let me finish! Prongs dropped it until later on. We got hot and took off our jumpers, and he saw the hickeys you made”

“Great idea to take off your jumper when you have hickeys” Remus rolls eyes

“I was drunk! Anyway he teased about how I got ‘em. I was getting upset cause I knew you didn’t want anyone to know, at least not yet. He said something, I don’t even know what and I got so angry I snapped and told how I got them, but nothing other then ‘we fucked’ ”

“From what he said to me, you told him a lot more. But you know what? don’t worry about having to wear your jumper for awhile, there won’t be anything to hide” he glares, but is smirking inside his head, getting up to go to bed

“Wait- what, Moony!”

For the next week Sirius showered Remus in, chocolate, cute letters and a lot of little affectionate things. Whenever it was just the two of them Sirius would be whispering sweet nothings in Remus’s ear mixed with apologies.

It was Friday and Sirius and Remus were cuddling on Sirius’s bed (Remus wouldn’t let Sirius on his bed, always making Sirius pout) Remus was reading to Sirius. It was a muggle book he had found on the holidays. Reading together was something they did a lot. Sirius laced their fingers together, kissing Remus’s knuckles. Making the other look down at him and give him a light smile.

“You’re like a puppy” Sirius gives Remus a goofy grin

Remus rolled his eyes playfully, while also willing himself not the blush even a little bit.

“What do you mean?”

“Well it’s cause you’re loyal” Sirius kisses Remus’s cheek

“And playful” Kisses his nose

“Cuddly” His other cheek

“Cute” His forehead

“And you’re my puppy” Sirius gives Remus a sweet kiss on his lips. (That ended too quickly for Remus’s liking) He couldn’t stop the blush forming on his cheeks.

“And I’ll love you forever, puppy”

“D-don't call me that” Remus was sure he was crimson at this point. Sirius’s lips turning up into a cheeky grin.

“What’s wrong puppy? Does me calling you that make you flustered?” 

Remus groans hiding his face in the book “Maybe” he mumbles.

“You’re adorable Moony”

***

It was Saturday and Remus was sitting on his bed reading. When the door opened a crack and something got thrown at him, landing on his stomach with an ‘oof’ before the door closed. A very confused Remus looked down at what hit him. It was a bar of chocolate with a letter stuck on it. 

Dear puppy,

I love you too to too the moony ;) and back. you mean the world to me, and I’m so sorry about telling Prongs.

I know I’ve been clingy lately but it’s because I feel bad. You You’re my best friend and my rock, you’ve helped me though through thick and thin. I hope I can get earn your trust back

- Sirius the your dumbass

“Did you read it?” Sirius peeked through the door

“Yes I did Pads”

Sirius gins enthusiastically flopping onto Remus’s bed “Did ya’ like it?”

“Yes I did, good job with the spelling by the way” Remus grins “But to get serio-” Sirius’s smile turns into a goofy smirk “To get honest here” he changes, grinning mischievously making Sirius pout but laugh

“I’m not an animal. You can’t win my trust by speaking softly and giving me food.” Sirius covers his mouth to hide his grin 

“But you a- “

“Don’t you dare make a pun!” Remus glares but the corner of his lips still turned up in a small smile

“Ok fine. But you’re still my puppy” Sirius winks at Remus turning him red from his nickname and Sirius’s wink.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered” Sirius smirks as Remus glares at him

“Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.” Remus growls, bring a light pink to Sirius’s cheeks

"Can I pick?" Sirius says pulling Remus so they are both sitting up. Sirius doesn’t let go of his hands, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I think I know the answer. But sure”

“You can push me off the bridge”

Remus’s eyes widened a bit, not expecting that answer.

“I know giving you food and sweet words won’t make what I did go away. I was more hoping it would help show how sorry I am, and hopefully help you forgive me” Sirius rubs the back of his neck nervously.

Remus pulls Sirius into a quick kiss.

“I forgave you, like the next day Siri” He holds Sirius’s jaw, running his thumbs on Sirius’ cheek bones. Pulling him into a long kiss.

!!! Sexual Content !!!

“Why don’t you make me have to wear a jumper for a while?” Sirius smirks

“Gladly” Remus smirks back, licking his lips. 

Remus practically jumped onto Sirius kissing him deeply “But I doubt you’ll be able to find them, ” he whispers, before traveling opened mouth kisses to Sirius’s jaw before sucking and biting feverishly, leaving purple flowering bruises, down his neck to his collarbones- The sweet spot Remus found the week before, spending a little extra time there.

“Cause I want everyone to know who you belong to” he nibbles on his earlobe. Sirius was a blushing, flustered mess. Biting his lip so as to not let any noises out. It mostly worked...Mostly.

“I love you Sirius” Remus says against Sirius’s skin, kissing and soothing the forming bruises.

“I love you more, Puppy” Sirius smirks before gasping as Remus bites his shoulder.

“Make sure to tell prongs about tonight” He growls in Sirius’s ear, making him shiver.

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[theroomofreq]

Personality Before Punctuality: Chapter 2

James Potter plays in a band but spends his mornings in the bakery chatting up Lily Evans. Lily spends her week days selling pastries, but on weekends she goes to see James play guitar. 

The second part to my meet cute muggle au! 

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Lily flung open the door to The Hallows, her bag knocked on the door frame as her quick pace carried her into the bakery. 9:07, Okay not terribly late, she could work with that. Her morning walk had little to no distractions and after yesterday she figured she had better be more timely than usual. Lily blew her bangs out of her face as she looked up to find one of the primary bakers, Simon, engaged with a customer.

Yikes, Simon hated customers. Lily increased her pace as she made her way around the counter, her bag dropping un-ceremonially to the floor. She chanced an apologetic look at Simon before turning to the customer in front of her.

“Evans, have you tried this treacle tart?!”

James Potter had a mouthful of tart and a goofy grin that came with his question. 

Lily’s eyes roamed down his figure wondering how she had missed him. The first detail to notice was his hat, Potter had a large black bucket hat that fit snuggly on his head, the strap and buckle pulled tightly across his sharp jaw line. Apparently black was his theme today, as his long-sleeved shirt and trousers match his hat color.

 “Of course, Potter” Lily couldn’t hold back her grin as he shoveled another bite into his mouth “This week is especially good because Simon here made it. He always makes the best pastry crust” Lily placed a hand on Simon’s shoulder and hoped her honest compliment would get her out of being late this morning.

“Flattery will not excuse the tardiness Lily, but it doesn’t stop you from being my favorite” Simon gave her a small smile, which Lily counted as a win. “Wonderful to meet you James” 

“Likewise” Potter replied as Simon walked back into the kitchen. 

 Potter leaned up against the display case crossing his arms as he smirked down toward Lily. “I’m glad I caught you again.”

“At the bakery where I work? Yes, you’re very lucky to find me here.” She couldn’t hold back the sarcasm that dripped out of her mouth.

The way James rolled his eyes had an affectionate feel, “Oh come on, you know what I mean Evans. I didn’t know your schedule at all, this was really all I had.”

“So, what was your plan?” Lily said, her eyebrows quirked up, “Show up here every morning until I finally came in to work?”

James seemed to startle as he stood up from his relaxed position, his eyes went downcast as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well yeah, actually that was the idea…” His eyes turned up at Lily with a bashful look.

The way his eyes locked on her resulted in Lily biting down on her lip as her cheeks flushed. Before she could reply the door chimed as another customer walked into the shop. James began to back away from the register and Lily, as his eyes wandered around the bakery.

“The table to your left has the best chairs” Lily mentioned, hoping that her invitation to stay would come across.

Potter’s eyes lit up as he made his way to where Lily suggested, walking backward toward the table with a lazy gate that had Lily captivated the whole time. Perhaps it was the way he rubbed his hands together or how held her gaze the entire time, regardless Lily loved what an all-black look did for James Potter.  

Regrettably, Lily tore her eyes away from him and back to the latest customer to enter The Hallows.

 ----

As a Wednesday morning, the bakery wasn’t terribly busy, but there was a steady stream of people who came in to buy pastries. She knew most everyone that came in, as she had a good grasp on who the regulars were and what they would buy. Often, she found herself sending glances toward James, who sat alone at his table writing away in a notebook he had pulled from his back pocket. 

She was grateful he had chosen to sit with his back to the front door, he was less likely to be noticed this way, especially because his stag tattoo was facing the wall not the open shop. Well that, and the obvious fact that she had a brilliant view of him as he focused on his writing, rolled up the sleeves on his shirt, or even shot glances at Lily.

There was something about James Potter that made her believe that he did everything at 100%. Maybe it was the way his eyes lit up as he scrawled across the page, never stopping for a moment as rotated his book to add notes or circle a word. It could’ve been the way that she caught him looking at her, his deep eyes latching on to her movements as she did her job. Whenever she caught him staring (which was very often) he didn’t ever look away, his smile just got brighter as he winked or waved in her direction. It might’ve even been the way he kept coming up and buying more sweets.

Yes, it was definitely the sweets. He seemed hell bent on trying every item available at the bakery. The fifth time he sauntered up to the register Lily rolled her eyes, “You’re going to make yourself sick Potter”

“Probably, but I just can’t help myself around sweet things.” James said as he quite obviously looked Lily up and down with a smirk. “Meaning…”

“Potter. I know” Lily interrupted. “I know what you mean. You’ve been gawking at me for hours; you are anything but subtle.”

“You’re one to talk red” James said, propping his elbow up on the counter, “I’ve caught you sending eyes my way many a time as well.” He rested his chin on his hand while winking at Lily. 

“Right. I’m fit, you’re fit. Good to know we are on the same page here. Now get back to your table, my break is in an hour.”

“Anything for you love.”

---

“Do you work at all the rest of the week?” James asked her between bites of bread.

“Tomorrow evening and Sunday” Lily told him.

She ripped off another chunk of bread from the loaf they were sharing. Lily decided to spend her break sitting with James as he reviewed his favorite sweets and asked her about her schedule. 

“Brill, I uh, wanted to ask if you would come to my show on Friday night” The smile he tacked on at the end was hopeful.

“I didn’t know you had a show this week? I haven’t heard anything about it- where are you playing?”

“Oh well, yes, it is a bit of a secret. Sirius’ idea really” He gestured with his hands in an attempt to explain. “Our lead singer, my best mate he’s got a real flair for the dramatic that one. He convinced us to play at one of the places that first gave us a shot. Something about taking care of the little guys and standing up to the man. We are all pretty passionate about it now”

“Yeah, alright I’d love to.”

“Yeah, okay great actually, that’s excellent!” James gave her a megawatt grin. He looked down toward his notebook again and began rapidly flipping through the pages. Finally, he stopped on a page and ripped it out before passing it across the table towards Lily.

The note seemed distinctly James and Lily wasn’t really sure what that meant, she didn’t really even know this man all that well, but the page felt like James Potter. In the middle of the page was a hand drawn logo of a bar, The Hogs Head, with a large arrow that pointed to the time he would be playing. The time was circled multiple times with a small note that said, “Be punctual Evans”.

Across the top of the page was her name, written in a cursive script that was far prettier than she had ever penned her own name in. Lily’s eyes lingered a long time around her name and the drawing right beside it. James had drawn a small portrait of Lily laughing, her nose was scrunched close to her eyes which seemed brighter than usual. It was incredible what he had drawn of her with a simple black marker, the lines on her face and her freckles were expertly drawn, Lily’s breath caught as she looked up at James. He was staring intensely at her through his dark eye lashes, slowly his lips pulled to the side in a very signature smirk that Lily simply couldn’t handle looking at for too long. 

Lily shook her head trying to throw out that smirk, she knew she was in deep trouble when she had to pinch her leg before responding to James, “I didn’t know you were such an artist.”

“Nah, ‘m not. The gorgeous things in life end up drawing themselves” Potter spent a long time searching her flushed face before continuing, “I actually have to run to sound checks now, but trust me, I can’t wait to see you Friday.”

He reached across the table and gave her hand a tight squeeze before standing and walking out the door. Lily watched him go wondering how the way he had touched her so briefly had turned her legs to jelly. 

 ----

“Damn Lils, that Potter bloke won’t even know what a guitar is much less be able to play one once he sees you.”

Lily flashed a smile into the mirror towards her best friend, “You don’t think it’s too much do you?” 

“Absolutely not, we didn’t spend 2 hours trying on outfits for you to start second guessing how hot you are” Marlene let out a low whistle to prove her point.

Lily swatted at her flatmate, it did not take her that long to get ready- but even if it did, it was worth it. She’d decided to wear favorite black crop top which rested just above the smallest sliver of skin before her skirt pulled tightly across her figure hitting just about mid-thigh. Her favorite sheer tights matched her black Doc Martens perfectly and to top it all off she’d left her hair loose, Lily guessed Marlene was right, she was pretty damn hot.

Lily looked in the mirror one last time, she was ready to blow James Potter away.

---

Marlene pushed open the doors to the small venue, the outside made it look small, but it was actually pretty large on the inside. The lights were dimmed, and the crowds filled the room with a low roar, the place had an air of grunge to it. Lily glanced down at her watch, she and Marlene had showed up at the exact time Potter had written down for her, but there was no one on the small make-shift stage.

“Looks like that Potter bloke has you pegged already,” Marlene laughed as she pointed to a sign to the left of the stage.

“The Marauders” the messy scrawl on the sign read, “Tonight at 8”

It was 7:30. Potter must’ve given her an earlier time to make sure she wouldn’t be late. Lily rolled her eyes at her best friend, if James really knew her, he would know she wouldn’t dare to be late to see him. 

When The Marauders walked on stage Lily’s eyes locked on James, she felt a twinge of annoyance as he sauntered out waving at the crowd. It wasn’t entirely fair for someone to be that good looking, his white long sleeve contrasted perfectly with his black bottoms and shoes. As he stepped up to his mic he pushed up the sleeve on his right arm before resting it across the strings of his guitar.

 Honestly, she couldn’t bring herself to look at the rest of the band, the guitarist was just too mesmerizing. Was she obsessed with him? Probably. Was her heart rate going through the roof for reasons other than seeing a really good band? Definitely. Was she going to spend the rest of her night shamelessly staring at James Potter? Absolutely.

 As Lily came to terms with how quickly this man had taken over her thoughts the past few days, James turned around to walk to the back of the stage. The sandy-haired drummer was talking animatedly with the shaggy haired singer, for some reason Lily couldn’t quite remember their names. Potter threw his arm over the singer taking a moment to nod at the flustered drummer before pulling away a now red-faced front man. Potter gave his friend a final shove toward the forward microphone and the set list began.

There’s something about seeing a band play live that is exciting, the energy from the crowd is thrilling, the band going all out while playing, and the way your emotions come in waves. But, seeing a band that you love? Exhilarating. The long lead up before the song begins, singing along to your favorite song, the vibe of hearing a chorus live for the first time, all of it is magic. 

Lily was convinced that none of these feelings held a candle to seeing James Potter play. His entire body thrummed with the music, it wasn’t just his foot keeping pace, but his whole body moving as he played. The guitarist was emotionally involved in every note he played, the way his eyes followed his fingers, and how he strummed the chords perfectly in time. The smirk on his face was absolutely startling when he came in with a powerful riff or ran through a difficult set of chords. Lily decided that watching James perform was enthralling. 

As The Marauders lead singer said their goodbyes Lily finally remembered his name, Sirius Black, it wasn’t that hard to remember now that she wasn’t distracted by Potter’s arse. The moment Sirius waved goodnight, Potter placed his guitar on his stand and jumped off the front of the stage. 

Lily watched him weave through the crowd as he was stopped by many individuals for a photo or signature. Her attention was pulled from Potter as Marlene placed a hand on her arm.  

“Lils, are you okay if I head out now?” Marlene asked the question timidly, “I promised Dorcas I would stop by after the show.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t know you were seeing her again?” Lily was surprised her friend had kept the news from her, she was usually so open about her latest relationships

“It’s new and I don’t know,” Marlene shrugged, “I didn’t want to jinx it or anything.” 

Lily shook her head at her outgoing friend now turned shy at the thought of Dorcas. “Get going then, I’m sure she is waiting for you.” 

“Thanks Lils,” Marlene said as she pulled the redhead in for a hug, “Maybe we will both get a bit lucky tonight.” 

Ahh, there was her friend. Marlene practically ran out the front doors toward her new girlfriend. Lily turned her eyes back to the crowd searching for Potter, before she could locate him someone stepped right in front of her path blocking her view. 

“You’ve created a lot of grief for me Evans.” Sirius Black stood cooly in front of Lily, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked evenly at her. 

“And what would that be Black?” Lily crossed her arms challenging whatever Black was about to go on about. 

“You’ve driven this fool out of his mind the last few days” Black jerked his thumb over his shoulder toward Potter who walked up next to him. “All I’ve heard the last bit is all about Lily Evans, how witty and gorgeous you are. It is enough to turn me completely mental.” Sirius had a smirk on his face, but Potter looked warily at his friend. 

“I’d be happy to foot the bill for any harm my wit and or beauty has caused you.” 

Potter’s jaw dropped at Lily's quip while Sirius threw his arm around his mate and cackled. “I can see why you’ve been tracing her name every night” Sirius said as he used his other hand to pat James’ chest, “See you at home mate.” 

Sirius untangled himself from a now flustered James and turned to Lily, “Evans, it’s been more of a pleasure than you realize.” With a final wink sent to Lily, Sirius walked off into the crowd. 

“Tracing my name?” Lily posed the question while looking toward his left arm, the sleeve still flush with his wrist, whereas the other sleeve was racked up to his elbow. 

“Well, err,” the flush across his face deepened as James pushed up the sleeve to reveal the arm that Lily had signed a number of days ago. The writing was dark and thick, as if she had written it moments ago. 

“I just really liked the mark you left on me, and I didn’t want to lose it. So I, err, I’ve been tracing it over every night, so it stays with me.” He looked up at her with hopeful eyes. 

“Who knew you were such a softie Potter?” 

“Only around you Evans.” He took a step forward and grabbed her hand, “Thank you for coming, did you have a good time?”

“It was incredible! You were incredible!” Lily felt her face light up as she talked about the concert, “That last song was unreal, I loved where you came in at the end!” 

“Thanks, I wrote the song but it was Remus who came up with that section, he’s the musical genius of the four of us.” 

Potter began leading her towards the exit as he continued on about the song. He held tight to her hand as he walked her out the front doors, his other hand gesturing wildly as he explained the underlying tones of Pete’s keyboard and how it meshed with his chords. 

He stopped just outside of the bar before standing directly in front of her, his smile was reaching across his entire face as he took her in. “Evans you look stunning tonight.” His eyes roamed down her legs before returning to her freckled face. 

“Almost as good as my Hallows apron right?” Lily’s voice came out a bit breathier than usual. 

“Just about” 

James reached out toward her, allowing the crimson locks to run through his fingers as he looked intently at her. Lily struggled to swallow as his eyes ran across her face, his hand tucked her hair behind her shoulder before running down her arm. Shivers ran after his hand until he secured it against her own, pulling her a step closer to his body. 

“Listen, Evans, The boys and I always used to go back to the flat and just hang around after we played here. In the spirit of nostalgia we’re going to be doing it again, and I was hoping you’d come along tonight?” The hopeful smirk was back on his face as he looked down at her. 

“Lead the way Potter.” 

Lily let a smile break across her face as James mirrored her emotion, with a tug on her hand he pulled her alongside him into the night.

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[they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon]

Puppy

Sirius x Remus

Words: 1106

A/n: This is for Steph’s (@firewhisky-kisses) 200 Writing Challenge! My prompts are bolded in the fic. I only realized once I finished writing that the prompts are both towards the end, but I got lost in the writing Any interaction makes my grinch heart grow 3 sizes larger

I hope I did this justice for you Steph! congratulations on 200! Sending love from the moon to you Steph! And everyone reading! -Blue

Warnings: Sexual references, I put a warning where it starts This is my first time writing something like this since my wattpad days, It’s not smut by any means, it’s just a bit spicy. Should I make another post finishing that bit with smut?

“I can’t believe you told Prongs about Saturday!” Remus had been going off at Sirius for 10 minutes now about the weekend. It was the first time Remus and Sirius had gotten intimate together. Further than just kissing, cuddling. The furthest they had gone before Saturday was heated make out sessions and touching.

“‘m sorry love! We were a bit- ” Sirius was trying to explain what had led to him telling James about that night. Something Remus didn’t want to share straight away.

“A bit?” Remus raises an unbelieving eyebrow at Sirius.

“I was a tad bit drunk. We were just talking ‘bout him and Evans, then he asked ‘bout me and you, and started teasing me when I didn’t say much. He asked me, no peer pressured me into telling him if me and you had done anything. I didn’t want say anything”

“You didn’t want to? Then why did you?” Remus was glaring at Sirius.

“Let me finish, Prongs dropped it until later on. We got hot and took off our jumpers, and he saw the hickeys you made” “Great idea to take off your jumper when you have hickeys” Remus rolls eyes

“I was drunk! Anyway he teased ‘bout how I got ‘em. I was gettin’ upset cause I knew you didn’t want ‘em to know, at least not yet. He said something, I don’t even know what and I got so angry I snapped and told how I got ‘em, but nothing other then ‘we fucked’ ”

“From what he said to me, you told him with a lot of detail. But you know what? don’t worry about having to wear your jumper for awhile, there won’t be anything to hide” glares, but is smirking inside his head, getting up to go to bed

“Wait- what, Moony!”

For the next week Sirius showered Remus in, chocolate, cute letters and a lot of little affectionate things. Whenever it was just the two of them Sirius would be whispering sweet nothings in Remus’s ear mixed with apologies.

It was Friday and Sirius and Remus were cuddling on Sirius’s bed (Remus wouldn’t let Sirius on his bed, making Sirius pout) Remus was reading to Sirius. It was a muggle book he had found on the holidays. Reading together was something they did a lot. Sirius laced their fingers together, kissing Remus’s knuckles. Making Remus look down at him and give him a light smile.

“You’re like a puppy” Sirius gives Remus a goofy grin Remus rolled his eyes playfully, while also willing himself not the blush even a little bit. “What do you mean?”

“Well it’s cause you’re loyal” Sirius kisses Remus’s cheek

“And playful” Kisses his nose

“Cuddly” His other cheek

“Cute” His forehead

“And you’re my puppy” Sirius gives Remus a sweet kiss on his lips. (That ended to quickly for Remus’s liking) He couldn’t stop the blush forming on his cheeks.

“And I’ll love you forever, puppy”

“D-don't call me that” Remus was sure he was crimson at this point. Sirius’s lips turning up into a cheeky grin. “What’s wrong puppy? Does me callin’ you that make you flustered?”  Remus groans hiding his face in the book “Maybe” he mumbles. “You’re adorable Moony”

It was Saturday and Remus was sitting on his bed reading. When the door opened a crack and something got thrown at him, landing on his stomach with an ‘oof’ before the door closed. A very confused Remus looked down at what hit him. It was a bar of chocolate with a letter stuck on it. 

Dear puppy, I love you too to too the moony ;) and back. you mean the world to me, and I’m so sorry about telling Prongs. I know I’ve been clingy lately but it’s because I feel bad. You You’re my best friend and my rock, you’ve helped me though through thick and thin. I hope I can win your trust earn your trust back - Sirius the your dumbass

“Did you read it?” Sirius peeked through the door “Yes I did Pads”

Sirius gins enthusiastically flopping onto Remus’s bed “Like it?” “Yes I did, good job with the spelling by the way” Remus grins 

“But to get serio-” Sirius’s smile turns into a goofy smirk “To get honest here” he changes, grinning mischievously making Sirius pout but laugh

“I’m not an animal. You can’t win my trust by speaking softly and giving me food.” Sirius covers his mouth to hide his grin  “But you a- “

“Don’t you dare make a pun!” Remus glares the conner of his lips still turned up in a small smile “Ok fine. But you’re still my puppy” Sirius winks at Remus turning him red from his nickname and Sirius’s wink. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered” Sirius smirks as Remus glares at him

“Right now, I don’t know if I want to kiss you or shove you off a bridge.” Remus growls, bring a light pink to Sirius’s cheeks

"Can I pick?" Sirius says pulling Remus so they are both sitting up. Sirius doesn’t let go of his hand, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

“I think I know the answer. But sure” “You can push me off the bridge”

Remus’s eyes widened a bit, not expecting that answer.

“I know giving you food and sweet words won’t make what I did go away. I was more hoping it would help show how sorry I am, and hopefully help you forgive me” Sirius rubs the back of his neck nervously.

Remus pulls Sirius into a quick kiss. “I forgave you, like the next day Siri” He holds Sirius’s jaw, running his thumbs on Sirius’ cheek bones. Pulling him into a long kiss.

Sexual Content

“Why don’t you make me have to wear a jumper for a while?” Sirius smirks “Gladly” Remus smirks back, licking his lips.  Remus practically jumped onto Sirius kissing him deeply “But I doubt you’ll be able to find them” he whispers, before traveling opened mouth kisses to Sirius’s jaw before sucking and biting feverishly, leaving purple flowering bruises, down his neck to his collarbones- The sweet spot Remus found the week before, spending extra time there.

“Their going to last a while” he whispers in Sirius’s ear, nibbling on his earlobe. Sirius was a blushing, flustered mess. Biting his lip so as to not let any noises out. It mostly worked...Mostly.

“I love you Sirius” Remus says against Sirius’s skin, kissing and soothing the forming bruises. “I love you more, Puppy” Sirius smirks before gasping as Remus bites his shoulder.

“Make sure to tell prongs about tonight” He growls in Sirius’s ear, making him shiver.

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[willhavetheirtrinkets]

I wanna know about “Dramione bleh.”

"You can't use 'Muggle', Malfoy."

"It's a word." He sipped his coffee and stared at her across the game board. "And it's on a--" He moved the 'm' and nodded at the board. "A triple word. It counts."

"It's not in the official dictionary. It doesn't count." Hermione tucked a curl behind her ear and glared at him.

Draco hid a smile behind his coffee cup. She was the one who'd insisted on introducing him to Muggle board games. So far he'd beaten the snot out of her at everything, and she'd resorted to Scrabble, obviously expecting that her years of bookish swottiness would put her in the lead. He probably should have told her that he'd been playing a version of this game with his grandfather since he was four years old. Anyone who learned to play against a Slytherin as sneaky as Abraxas learned to play well.

"I bet it is," he told her. "Go get a dictionary. I bet it's in there."

"No," she said, leaning back in the sofa. "The second I leave the room, you'll re-arrange the letters."

"Hermione Granger, are you accusing me of being a cheat?"  Draco tried to keep an offended look in place, but Hermione's arched brows and 'what do you think' expression had him laughing.

And doubling up, for @lemon-badgeress:

"Wait, seriously? You're just going to leave me here. After I opened up and everything."

"I'm sorry." Hermione leaned over and kissed Harry on the top of his head. "Have a huge dessert, it's on me. And don't try to order any more wine. I added a twist to the sobering charm and you'll be vomiting up your shoes if you try."

"Now that's front page news. I'll make sure the photographer gets my good side."

"That's the one with the scar," Hermione said affectionately. She squeezed Harry's shoulder. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, Harry. Research calls."

#senlinyuwrites

[sirrriusblack]

marauders - headcanons [part 3]

* * *

part 1 (remus)

part 2 (peter)

part 4 (sirius)

* * *

james potter:

the straightest straight that has ever straighted

i mean he’s just so straight

in every sense of the word

he’s got girls seooning after him but he only has eyes for lily

he tries not to let it show now, tries to just be friends

but he can’t help it

james does not read books

he doesn’t have anything against them, he just can’t sit still long enough to read them

he doesn’t enjoy reading, so he doesn’t see the point in doing it when it’s not necessary

that being said, he is so utterly terrified of the looks he gets from lily, and more importantly remus, when he disrespects a book in any way

so he treats them like they’re newborn kittens all the time

james loves summer

there’s a lake at the back of his parent’s property that he spends almost his entire summer in

he loves summer during the night too

at home, usually with the marauders

all the windows open letting the breeze flow in

his mum will cut him and the others fresh fruit and they’ll all play games and make a massive fort in the middle of the living room because upstairs is too hot

they could definitely just use magic to cool themselves

but the taste of the summer air is something of a different magic

summer is something of a different magic

and james thrives on it

he has amazing posture

it could be to do with quidditch

but lily swears it’s just because he spends so much time puffing out his chest that it just got stuck like that

sirius is inclined to agree

james has attractive hands

(lily didn’t know someone could have attractive hands before fourth year)

they’re all knuckles and veins and big and attractive

his nervous tick is obviously messing up his hair

he can’t help it

but what people don’t know, (or more specifically no one but padfoot knows) is that his real nervous tick

the one he does without noticing whenever someone brings up the war, or sirius’ family, or remus’ condition

is scratching

he looks like he’s just scratching his palm

or his leg

but then it doesn’t stop

he doesn’t stop

not until sirius pries james’ hands away from him or until there’s a bright red spot of raw skin that hurts to touch

needless to say

sirius and james hold hands a lot

james always jokes that no one is allowed to touch his hair because it’s

“the most amazing perfect beautiful hair in the world”

that’s why a lot of the students in his year level

especially the gryffindors

have taken to trying to touch his hair at random times

he doesn’t really like it

but he just laughs it off dodges away from them

his close friends know that he only really likes them touching his hair

all he has to do to get sirius to run his hands through his hair is lay his head on sirius’ lap

sirius will do it for literal hours

james’ worst fear is sirius dying

of course he’s terrified of any of his friends dying

but james simply cannot live without sirius

the only way he plans to die

is by sirius’ side

hopefully by all the marauders’ side

hopefully at an old, well accomplished age

james loves magic

not magic magic

no, muggle magic

mary got him a muggle magic kit as a joke for kris kringle in third year

[the group most definitely plans a kris kringle every year and james somehow always gets lily… *cough* bribes *cough*]

he learnt how to shuffle cards ten different ways by the end of the day

3am moony has thrown many decks of cards out of the gryffindor tower window

james will be caught dead before he is caught without water

he drinks it like a life source

he’s mastered aguamenti to the point that flitwick is in awe

james cannot stand coffee

he would rather drink snape’s saliva than drink coffee

also remus decided that james is not allowed to have tea because in third year

he tried to tell moony

that he likes

iced tea

so moony took away his tea rights

also it takes a good amount of firewhiskey to get james drunk

because he drink so much water all the time

the marauders got their hands on a bottle of vodka one time though

moral of that story: don’t let james drink vodka

james is always hungry, but his idea of a snack is carrot sticks

he’s a health freak

“gotta stay fit for evans, aye?” —padfoot

“nah, i heard carrot helps your eyesight and merlin knows i need that” —prongs

the cakes and sweets mrs potter sends every now and again do disappear quite quickly, though

water

james loves water

floating in the great lake

morning showers

jumping in puddles

he loves the feeling of lightness underwater almost as much as he loves flying

the marauders always have contests on who can hold their breath underwater the longest

remus always wins

james always gets annoyed

sweatbands

specifically

red and gold sweatbands

head, wrists, ankles? for some reason?

james kicks in his sleep

he snores in his sleep

he hogs the blanket in his sleep

he drools in his sleep

he talks in his sleep

merlin, the only things he doesn’t do in his sleep is sleepwalk and grind his teeth

james fleamont potter is the most annoying person to sleep next to

but he’s also a cute lil bean when he sleeps

so soft

james needs love all the time

he needs cuddles all the time

if sirius isn’t cuddling remus, james constantly on top of him

if sirius is cuddling remus, hames is constantly on top of them

he’s just so affectionate

everyone thinks he’s dating someone new each week

but he also respects boundaries

so he’ll ask if he can touch people

but if they say yes

they’ve got to be prepared for a full on cuddle session

james has cold showers and moony judges him for it so much

he just likes it better that way

long cold morning showers so he can step out and wrap his towel around him

or after training when he’s burning with energy and dripping sweat

he’ll get in the shower and turn it as cold as it will go

james’ body temperature somehow adapts to everything

he can walk around in summer wearing a snow jacket and he’ll only be all little but warm

he’s just room temperature

no matter what the room is

oh oh oh

and he ships wolfstar to the ends of the earth

he draws ‘m+p 4 eva’ in little hearts just as much as the ‘e’s he also puts on hearts

#james potter #marauders headcanons #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders #marauders headcanons part 3 #idek what this is #my writing #kind of? #okay imma sleep now #also im very sorry this was so long #i have so many more bubba james headcanons #but alas #i dont wanna be annoying #also i didnt proof read this #so apologies in advance

[headcanonsandmore]

An Evening to Remember

Hi everyone. This is a little AU Romione ficlet that I wrote, after wondering what might have happened if Ron and Harry had never stumbled across Ginny and Dean kissing, and (as a result) Ron never heard the bombshell about Kr*m kissing Hermione, meaning Ron went to Slughorn’s party with Hermione. 

Tagging @allaboutromione. 

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Give me my demarcation line darnit!

Hermione Granger rubbed her arm nervously.

It was the night of Professor Slughorn’s Christmas party, and she was sat waiting in the Gryffindor Common Room, at her usual table. The students sat in the seats around her were eyeing her enviously. This was one of the larger downsides of the so-called “Slug Club”; it caused so much hostility amongst the students. And Hermione wasn’t exactly everyone’s best friend to begin with.

Which you could definitely not say about the figure that had just emerged from the boys dormitory steps.

‘Hi, Hermione.’

Ron Weasley’s eyes twinkled as he approached her, his dark blue robes contrasting beautifully with his freckles.

Hermione’s mouth suddenly felt very dry, and she had to cough before she responded.

‘H-hello, Ron,’ she stammered, flustered. ‘You look… er…’

‘Oh, yeah,’ Ron smiled shyly, indicating his new robes. ‘Got these from Fred and George earlier this year. Makes a nice change from...’

He trailed off. The unspoken mention of the Yule Ball briefly fell like a shadow over them. But Ron coughed loudly, and spoke again, his ears turning pink as he did so.

‘You… you look great, Hermione.’

The bushy-haired witch struggled to contain her smile. She had ordered new dress robes from Madam Malkins a few weeks previously, and was rather pleased with them. She rarely dressed up like this. But she was going to a party with Ron, and she wanted to look nice. Or rather, she wanted him to see her looking nice. Which he was clearly doing now.

‘Th-thank you.’

‘No worries. Shall… shall we get going, then?’

‘Yes. Let’s.’

As the two of them left the common room, Hermione marvelled at how they had managed to get to this point. She had delivered to Ron quite possibly the lamest invitation to a party ever (angrily, in the middle of Herbology class), but he had still accepted.

Granted, his mood hadn’t been great recently, but he had understandably been irritable due to Quidditch. But he had delivered that amazing performance at the last match, and his mood had drastically improved afterwards. Hermione was so proud of him; he was finally seeing how amazing he was. That he shouldn’t assume the worst about his own abilities. Maybe she should have been more understanding about that in the past, but she was going to make up for it now. Clearly, Ron enjoyed her company enough to accept her invitation, and that surely meant something. Maybe he didn’t see her in quite the same way she saw him (she surely couldn’t be that lucky), but what was happening between them certainly wasn’t platonic anymore. Maybe… just maybe… Hermione could hold out some hope.

‘Isn’t Harry going with Luna to this?’

‘O-oh, yes,’ Hermione said, emerging from her own thoughts. ‘I think he’s meeting her in the entrance hall.’

‘It was nice of him. To ask her, I mean.’

‘Yes, I suppose. I just hope she doesn’t go on about crumple-horned snorkacks or whatever they are…’

Ron chuckled, grinning lopsidedly at her.

‘Don’t tell me you still don’t like Luna.’

‘I do!’ Hermione exclaimed. ‘After what happened at the ministry, how could I not? It’s just… well, we’re very different people. She’s a little too open-minded, and I’m…’

‘Close-minded?’

If anyone else had called her that, Hermione would have felt insulted. But this was Ron, and there was no malice to his words. He grinned affectionately down at her, and the two of them exchanged a smile.

‘Well, maybe a little bit,’ Hermione said, trying not to giggle.

‘Yeah, but you do it magnificently.’

‘I try.’

Ron winked at her, causing a pleasant shiver to go up her spine, and she felt her cheeks burn again.

Soon enough, the sounds of party-goers reached their ears, and they arrived at the office of Professor Slughorn, which had been magically expanded to host the party. Hermione was vividly reminded of something from a television show of her childhood, but decided not to mention it, as Ron (having not grown up in the muggle world) didn’t even know what TARDIS stood for.

After squeezing their way through the bustling crowd just inside the door, Ron and Hermione made their way over to a large table covered in food.

Feeling peckish, Hermione filled her plate, and turned to Ron, expecting him to have his mouth full with food already.

However, Ron was instead pouring her a goblet of pumpkin juice. He paused, casting a confused look at Hermione as she goggled at him.

‘What?’

‘You’re… pouring me a drink.’

A slightly hurt expression formed on Ron’s face.

‘I’m not a complete ogre, you know.’

‘N-no! That’s not what I meant!’ Hermione spluttered. ‘I just… I mean… thank you. That’s very sweet of you.’

Ron’s expression relaxed slightly and he passed the goblet over to her. Their fingers touched slightly as he handed it over, making Hermione’s stomach flip.

‘Thanks.’

‘No… no problem,’ Ron mumbled, the tips of his ears going pink.

Why was Ron so flustered? Did he… was it possible he also⸺

‘Ah, Miss Granger!’

Slughorn had joined them, his enormous belly preceding him into view. Hermione swallowed quickly, trying to get over the flusteredness that had just occurred between her and Ron.

‘Hello, Professor. Thank you for the invitation, by the way.’

The potions masters waved his hand airily.

‘It was no problem at all, my dear. Can’t have the best witch in the year kicking her heels back in Gryffindor tower, can we?’

Hermione smiled, feeling a little embarrassed.

‘I hope you have a good time this evening. You and… your friend Rupert.’

Hermione bit down hard on her lip to stop herself getting angry. Professor Slughorn had something of an inability to remember Ron’s name, and it annoyed her immensely.

‘This is Ron Weasley, professor.’

‘Ah, Weasley, you say?’ Slughorn cast a half-interested eye over Ron. ‘Relation of Ginny Weasley, I expect. Quidditch talent seemed to run in that family.’

Hermione’s eyes brightened. Finally, she was getting somewhere. Ron was -after all- a  brilliant Quidditch player, and⸺

‘Have you ever thought of applying for one of the house teams, Weasley? You never know, Ginny might give you a few pointers.’

A shocked and hurt look appeared on Ron’s face, and Hermione felt an angry rage ignite in her heart.

‘Professor, Ron has been the Gryffindor keeper for the past two years. He helped win the Quidditch Cup for⸺’

‘Did he really? Well, good for you, Rupert.’ Slughorn interrupted, not taking the slightest bit of notice of what Hermione was saying. ‘Miss Granger, I must go; hosting duties wait for no man.’

And with that, Slughorn waddled away towards a large cluster of people nearby.

‘Of all the cheek!’ Hermione exclaimed, angrily glaring after the potions master. ‘How dare he?! I’ve got a good mind to go over there and continue what I was saying⸺’

But at that moment, Ron grabbed Hermione by the hand, quickly leading her away (leaving both their goblets and plates at the table), and pulled her into an alcove that was partially obscured by a curtain.

‘Ron, what are you⸺’

‘McLaggen.’

Peering through the curtain, Hermione could see the brutish face of the wire-haired boy scanning the crowd.

‘I was rather hoping he wouldn’t turn up.’

‘So was I, to be honest. He’s a git.’

‘Language, Ron.’

‘Well, it’s true! I’ve seen the way he stares at girls like they’re pieces of meat. Thinks he’s Merlin’s gift to women. Like he thinks they can’t resist his charm.’

‘Well, then; I’m not sure why he keeps pestering me, then.’

Ron’s head snapped round to look at her.

‘What are you talking about? Last time I checked, you were a girl.’

‘Well, I know that.’ Hermione said. ‘But I’m just me, after all. I’m not a supermodel or anything; just plain old Hermione Granger.’

A curious look came into Ron’s eyes. Almost like he was affronted.

‘What? Where did you get that idea?’

‘Excuse me? You think I should have McLaggen ogling me?’

‘Of course not!’ Ron exclaimed, looking repulsed by the very idea. ‘McLaggen’s a perv. And  a creep. What I meant was… well, that doesn’t mean… that you’re just plain old Hermione.’

‘But I am just plain old Hermione.’

‘Not to me.’

Hermione’s mouth promptly fell open.

‘What? You think I’m joking?’ Ron said, looking a little hurt at her reaction. ‘You’re smart, and funny, and kind. And -yes- you can drive me up the wall sometimes but I like that about you. I… I just… I think you’re amazing.’

‘R-really?’

Ron’s face had (by now) turned bright red, but his eyes met hers, full of open, earnest honesty. His usual lopsided smile grinned down at her, and the world around them seemed to disappear.

‘To me? Yeah.’

That did it.

Hermione’s resolve crumbled into a million pieces. Before she knew what she was doing, she had thrown her arms around Ron’s neck, and kissed him full on the mouth.

His lips were soft, and sweet against hers, and she could feel the slight stubble on his face as she pressed herself against him.

Hermione felt Ron startle against her, and she began to panic. Had she misunderstood completely? Had she destroyed their friendship? Maybe Ron didn’t want this. Maybe he was just being a good friend when he said those things. What if⸺?

Her brain stopped responding, because (at that moment) Ron pressed his lips firmly against hers, and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted her off her feet. All of her synapses seemed to disengage, replaced by an enormous sense of euphoria. Ron Weasley was kissing her! She’d kissed him, and he was kissing her back! More than that, he was full-on snogging her!

Hermione’s stomach fizzed as she pressed herself tighter to Ron, feeling his heartbeat through his chest. His strong arms were wrapped around her waist, and she could feel his muscles bulging under her touch.

Hermione felt Ron move, so that she was supported against the wall. One of his hands grabbed hold of her thigh, and the other became lost in her hair, which was rapidly coming out of its neat bun. Ron’s lips hungrily roamed her lips, and Hermione felt herself moan softly against him.

The party blurred into oblivion beyond the curtain. There was only the two of them; pressed against each-other in the half-light.

Oh, thank Merlin… Hermione thought, as she continued to cling to the gorgeous ginger boy she loved…. Finally….

Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you liked it!

#harry potter fanfiction #romione fanfiction #fanfic #romione fanfic #fanfiction #romione #ronmione #au #romione au #alternative universe #harry potter au #what if ron went with hermione to slughorn's christmas party? #tag #warning- strong language

[thebadgerclan]

SFW Alphabet: Cedric Diggory

Requested by Anonymous

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Hugs in the corridors, cuddle sessions (daily), constant hand holding, forehead kisses.  Cedric is an insanely affectionate guy

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s an amazing friend, your shoulder to cry on, your biggest supporter in everything you do.  You bonded in Transfiguration when you were partnered for a project and it grew from there

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Ced loves cuddling, and 99.9% of the time, he wants to be the big spoon.  Also holding you in his lap, having you on top of him, basically any position where he can hold you

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Cedric wants to settle down 100%, he wants kids, pets, the works.  He’s not great at cooking and cleaning, mostly relying on charms to get it done

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would have to be something pretty drastic for Cedric to break up with you, he’s that in love.  Something like you cheated on him (or him on you), not much else would make him want to end things

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

A few months after graduating (because he LIVED DAMMIT), Cedric proposes to you.  The ring is a gold band with your birthstone and his

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Ced’s very gentle, always knowing how to help you when you’re anxious/stressed/upset

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Cedric gives bear hugs, often times lifting you off your feet in the process as he squeezes you tight

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

About 5 months into the relationship, and he says it while handing you a bouquet of your favorite flowers

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Cedric sort of just broods when he gets jealous, stewing to himself in the corner of the room.  When you come over to him, he’ll kiss you deeply.  “Mine,” he’ll say, holding you close

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Cedric’s kisses are warm and comforting.  He loves kissing you on your forehead and behind your ear

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think it’s a 50/50 thing with him, he’s not the biggest fan of kids, but he doesn’t hate them either

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Trying to worm your way out of his arms to get to the bathroom bc this man sleeps like the dead.  But seriously, you wake up in Cedric’s arms every single morning, usually with his nose buried in your hair

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Curled up in his arms, talking about anything and everything, until you both fall asleep

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He doesn’t hide things, so when things come up, Cedric tells you about his life and stuff

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Cedric has the patience of a saint, it takes an insane amount to make him mad

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Cedric remembers about 97% of what you tell him, and what he forgets is usually the stuff like “I have a charms test tomorrow”  and “I left my sweater in your dorm”

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When Hufflepuff won the Quidditch Cup, and you flew from the stands and into his arms, kissing him for everyone to see

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Cedric just likes to know you’re safe.  He knows you’re capable of taking care of yourself, but he sometimes worries when he can’t be with you

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Cedric prefers casual dates, muggle movies, picnics, or just staying in and getting takeout, but when he does a fancy date, boy does he go all out.  Gifts are similar, he prefers little things that he knows you’ll like, but when he splurges, he spoils you

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Cedric sometimes gets hyper focused and forgets to do things.  They range from forgetting to do the dishes to not eating a meal

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Before he was with you, he’d primp and preen himself to catch girls’ eyes.  But now that he’s with you, he’s relaxed that, making himself look nice, but only for you

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely, Cedric loves you so much, it would be like losing a limb

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

After what happened in the Tournament, Cedric has a fear of graveyards

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Cedric can’t be with someone who doesn’t support him

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Cedric will put one of your shirts over a pillow when you’re not with him so it feels like you are

#cedric diggory x reader #harry potter fanfiction #cedric diggory x you #harry potter reader insert