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orqheuss · 11 months

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Clumsy Love

(Ominis Gaunt/F!Reader FLUFF)

Summary:

Ominis was supposed to be your best friend, so why did being close to him suddenly make your heart race? *** A relaxing day in the Room of Requirement takes a turn that you never expected. Not that you were complaining, though. Who doesn't love a little bit of dancing?

Word count: 3k

AN: I thought this was a really cute idea, and I love the trope where a character is so emotionally constipated that they don't realize they're in love until a really inopportune moment.

If you wanna listen to something while you read, I have a jazz playlist here BUT, if you want specifics, the two songs that I was thinking of for the swing dancing scene started with "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by Ella Fitzgerald, followed by "In the Mood" by Glenn Miller. (if you want a song for the ending, I suggest "The Face I Love" by Stacy Kent)

You didn’t know what you were expecting to come from your day when you retreated to the Room of Requirement, but it certainly wasn’t what was in front of you at the current moment.

In all honesty, your day started fairly normal— double potions with the Gryffindors, followed by Charms. It wasn’t uncommon for one of your boys, sometimes even both, to follow you from Professor Ronen’s room to your little sanctuary in the Astronomy tower, and today it seemed that Ominis in particular wanted to bask in your company for a little bit longer. Just Ominis. He seemed to be doing that more often as of late. Be it little lingering touches on your arm when he goes to gather your potion ingredients for you, offering to carry your textbooks to a class that you shared, sitting slightly closer than what was normally deemed appropriate at your house table during supper, or going as far as to fall asleep curled against your arm in History of Magic, he was always around. Not that you minded, of course; he was your best friend, bar Sebastian.

What you did mind was how your body reacted to his closeness, something that happened completely outside of your control. Every time his skin brushed against yours it was like a swarm of lacewing flies hatched in your stomach, their tiny wings beating harshly against the lining of your gut and scratching all the way up to your brain, making it fuzzy and muddled. Your palms would sweat when he stood close to you, small tremors wracking through your form if his shoulder so much as bumped against yours as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. At one point, Sebastian, noticing the extreme shade of pink that overtook your face one evening in the common room when Ominis’ hand “accidentally” brushed against the bare skin above your knee when he reached for his Astronomy textbook on the table, made a big show of pressing his hand to your forehead and feeling for a temperature, asking if you were feeling alright.The most concerning part, though, was that you had become incredibly clumsy whenever he was around. He could just simply speak your name and you would nearly drop anything you were holding in your hands. Sometimes it was something small like your quill, or a hairbrush, but once, to your, and everyone else in your Herbology classes, displeasure, you had dropped the mandrake you were potting when he whispered in your ear asking for help locating his offending tuber. You were beginning to think that you should go pay nurse Blainey a visit— someone must have cursed you to act like this around the sweet blond boy. There was really no logical reason to be this worked up in his presence, and it drove you mad that not only had your peers begun to notice your little slip-ups, but Ominis had also begun to take note of your strange behavior.

The worst part of it all, though, was instead of asking if you were alright, or coming to the same conclusion as you about the possible curse, he seemed obnoxiously smug about your reactions to him once Sebastian had the gall to point them out.

What did he know that you didn’t?

Either way, you had developed a new symptom that day in your Come and Go room. An old gramophone had appeared in the corner of your little sitting area not long after you entered, playing some soft ragtime tune chalk full of brass and jaunty piano that created a lovely ambiance to your impromptu study session. Ominis had started humming along soon after it began, seemingly recognizing the melody. His voice had a lovely timbre to it— something deep and earthy that rumbled in your chest and made your heart race with every lift and fall of the notes. Eyes fluttering shut, the book in your lap quickly lost your interest much like most other things when you were in the Slyrherin’s presence. He had this gravitational pull to him that you couldn’t help but react to; everything in your body screamed that you needed to be in his orbit forever.

Normally, the smallest of movements from him captured your attention, but you were so enthralled by his angelic voice that you didn’t notice him standing before you, his hand outstretched in front of your face and his palm facing the sky, until that heavenly throat cleared itself. You shook yourself from your hypnotized state, fumbling with the book open in your lap and slamming it closed by accident from the shock before snapping your gaze to his. He was looking down at you with a gleam of mirth in his eyes, the mischievous glint making the oceanic blues glitter like the reflection of stars on the black lake. It was uncanny how well he could meet your gaze, no matter the struggles his disability would normally pose. Ominis chuckled lightly at your squeak of fright, flexing his fingers in your direction again as he spoke, his smile clear in his tone.

“Care to dance, dearest?”

Dearest. Your two boys called you little pet names before, nothing more significant than a “dear” or “love” here and there, but dearest? Merlin help you. You had felt your heart pick up its pace around the blond before, but the way his mouth moved around that sweet sounding word made your trusty organ completely stop.

That was definitely new.

He laughed again, a velvety sound that completely wiped your mind of whatever you were about to say. One of Ominis’ perfect eyebrows quirked up slightly, his teeth biting his lower lip in an attempt to hide his cheeky smirk.

Your jaw opened and closed like a fish gasping for air as you struggled to find your words again. Detangling one of your hands from the knot that your fingers made on your lap, you carefully placed it in his waiting palm; your heartbeat skipping again at the sight of his long, lithe fingers completely engulfing yours.

You stuttered around the sudden dryness in your mouth. “Y-Yes! I’d love to.”

The pretty blond’s smile only grew wider as he pulled you up to stand, his pearly white teeth catching the sun rays streaming through the large skylight above as he pressed his hand to the small of your back, drawing you closer until you were flushed with his chest. You prayed to the gods above that he couldn’t feel how harshly your heart was pounding in your chest.

Ominis carefully swayed the two of you to the beat of the music, his smooth voice humming softly in your ear again as he moved your bodies to and fro. Your shoulders slowly relaxed as the music picked up in volume, the warm-toned sound of the trumpets backing the warbly voice of the jazzy songstress flowing pleasantly through your ears and curling around the forefront of your mind. The boy started to move a bit more, taking your gentle breath against the junction of his neck as the go ahead to move the both of you in a more pronounced motion. As much as he loved messing with you, he still wanted you to feel comfortable around him. Ominis slowly spun you around, keeping small circles for now and letting himself truly relax into the music. His soft hums pittered off more and more with each passing moment, the sound soon being taken over by his singing voice melding with the lyrics of the song playing. Your heartbeat slowed as a contentedness filled your entire body. There was nothing in the world that you could compare the tonality of his voice to; it was truly divine— the lilt of his accent taking you like a breeze on a cooled, winter morning.

The music only got livelier the longer the two of you were tangled in the embrace. Saxophones sang alongside the standing bass with each swung note, trumpets called across the recording studio and were answered by the trombones on the other side, the piano plucked through a scattered melody that was finished by the vocalist. All the while, Ominis never faltered in his steps. You had never seen his smile so big before— so full of joy and life. Looking at him was like the sun had finally come out after a long, dreary blizzard. There was nowhere else you wanted to be in that very moment, everything was absolutely perfect.

As the ragtime piano sped up in tempo, so did your steps. The two of you spun around the large, expansive room, letting the music carry you away into its sweet oblivion. Your skirts gently brushed against Ominis’ calves as he swung your body where he wanted it to go, leading you to the best of his ability without his wand to guide him. You served as his eyes, gently pulling him away from things in your path like end tables or chairs as you climbed up and down the stairs, winding around your vivariums and through the grand, columned hallways connecting each section to the other. It wasn’t a good dance in the slightest, neither of you quite coordinated enough to warrant any applause or win any competitions. More often than not your feet ended up atop of his, but he never once flinched or grumbled at your lack of experience. The wiry boy was completely content in this little bit of chaos— he would happily let even the likes of a graphorn crush his toes if he could keep holding you in his arms like this. Your laughter mingled together, bouncing off the tall cathedral ceilings and ringing like the bells of Hogsmeade on a spring day, the smell of fizzing whizbees from Honeydukes and the tiny bangs of fireworks from Zonkos dancing together in the air.

All of it came crashing down, however, when you did not see the corner of your wizards chess table come into focus— much too distracted by the way the light of your gas lamps caught the white streaks in his pupil-less eyes just right. One wrong move of your ankle and down you both went, tumbling to the ground in a grand knot. Ominis quickly turned his body to shelter your fall, pulling you closer to his chest in a show of protection as he braced for impact against the cold stone floor. He landed first, a soft puff of air leaving his throat alongside a pained “ooph” as your dead weight pressed against his ribs. You clumsily gathered your bearings, scrambling up to your elbows and a rouged blush stretching from ear to ear as apologies fell frantically from your lips.

“Oh Merlin, I am so sorry, Ominis. How unbecoming of me, let me just—”

His arms tightened around your waist, his fingertips digging into your sides and keeping you steady and exactly where you were, giving you no room to move from his hold. The contact was near burning, like ten tiny hot coals against your skin. You didn’t think you could possibly blush anymore than you already were. Luckily, it seemed that Ominis was in a very similar state under you. His own cheeks were painted the color of roses, making his birthmarks stand out exponentially more against the normal paleness of his skin tone. You traced the tiny, homemade constellations, casting your eyes up more until they met his unseeing, wide-eyed stare. You had never been this close to the boy's face before— never noticed how deep his eyes were, like two endless whirlpools off the Clagmar coast. They drew you in, pulling you deeper and deeper into his frothing currents. You could see entire coastines in them, the seafoam tides that rolled through his turbulent irises smooth but strong like a riptide. There was no question in your mind that you would be completely content drowning in those waves.

Your thoughts came to a pause when the most adorable giggle you had ever heard came from the boy underneath you. His eyes began to crinkle at the corners as his smile grew wider, tiny little whimpers of a laugh escaping through his parted lips as the situation at hand began to take shape in his mind. Ominis’ entire face lit up like the sun as he laughed, the volume of his voice rising steadily until loud guffaws wracked through his entire body. The tremors vibrated where you were connected, sending a warming buzz through your system as you too were taken over by uncontrollable laughter. Your head fell to his chest, pressing your temple against his sternum as one of his hands reached upwards and thread its way into your hair. If anyone were to come into the room they would think you both had gone completely loony. Who knows, maybe you had. All you knew, though, was that this was the happiest you had felt in a very long time.

Your cackles soon slowly pittered down to soft giggles as you straightened your neck, opening your eyes again and gazing at the beautiful boy you were still on top of. You didn’t notice when he had stopped laughing with you, but the look on his face at that very second could have ceased time itself. Ominis’ lips were curled upwards in the softest smile you had ever seen, his eyes gentle and half lidded like a cat content in a sunbeam. You were sure he would be purring right now if he had the ability. He was somehow looking at you in a way that you could only describe as how the moon would look at the earth— like your laughter was the sole reason his world continued to spin on its axis.

Everything you had been feeling, every physical reaction that had confounded you as of late in regards to the blond suddenly made sense. You had not been cursed to act like a blithering idiot like you had originally thought, the answer was much more simple than that. It was truly idiotic how long it took you to realize the simple fact of the matter: you were in love with him. It wasn’t a shock when you finally pieced it together, if anything the revelation came to you as easy as breathing. You were in love with Ominis Gaunt, no if’s, and’s, or but’s.

One of your hands shifted slightly to the right, cradling the side of his face and soothing your thumb against his cheekbone as his reached to do the same, brushing the hair that fell from your bun behind your ear and gently holding the side of your jaw that he didn’t already have a hand on. A surge of bravery shocked through your veins like lightning as your eyes narrowed in on the soft curve of his cupid's bow, your face leaning minutely closer and your breath fanning against his lips as his eyes flitted closed.

Screw prosperity, and screw what was deemed “ladylike.” Right now, there was only one thing you wanted to do, and you didn’t think you would ever get another chance as perfect as this.

Your lips curled into a smile of your own as you whispered against his skin, mouth a hairs length away and gently brushing against his as you spoke. “I am going to kiss you now, Ominis, if that’s alright.”

All he could do was nod slightly, his own words nothing but a trick of the wind. As if he would ever deny you, and by extension himself, of that simple pleasure. “Okay…”

And then there was no more space between the two of you. Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces, both torn, well loved, and worn but still able to fit together no matter how many times your edges are frayed. There were no grand fireworks, nor bursts of stars behind your eyes as your mouths moved in tandem, just the feeling that this was right. This was what was missing from your life all of these years. His hands pulled your face impossibly closer, one set of fingers working their way under your top knot and gripping at your roots as you both poured everything you had been feeling into the other. For once, everything was bliss.

The kiss ended much sooner than you would have liked it to, but unfortunately as humans you needed to breathe every so often. Ominis’ smile was contagious as he pulled away, his breath fanning heavily across your cheeks as he pressed gentle pecks into your skin. It was like a weight had been lifted off his chest. His subtle gestures of courting had finally worked.

“I have wanted to do that for so long.”

You snickered lightly, rubbing the tip of your nose against his. “Why didn’t you, then?”

It was his turn to laugh now, his breathy chuckle your new favorite sound. “It seems I’m just as clumsy with my emotions as you are, my dearest.”

You both dissolved into giggles again, letting your heartbeats slow back to a normal pace before continuing your activities from before. The gramophone continued to warble from the corner, beckoning you to dance once more with its saccharine song, and who were you to deny its call.

No, it may not have been a perfect dance, nor a perfect first kiss, but it was yours.

As you clamored off of the fallen blond, cradling his hand in yours as you helped him up from the floor and back into the dancing position you had found yourself in moments ago, you knew one thing for certain: there were definitely going to be more dances, and certainly more clumsiness, to come.

AN: I won't lie, I don't think this is my best. I still wanted to put it out there though. It's my birthday, pls be nice to me.

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patrophthia · 1 year

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sycamore girl | sirius black

pairing: sirius black x reader

genre: fluff, fake-dating/relationships, the tiniest bit of angst, con artists sirius and reader sksks

word count: 12.3K

originally posted on my wattpad

"listen, i hate my father and i'm positively sure that he hates me too but he is filthy rich so i curated a-" he paused, considering his next words "-plan of sort."

"so you." he pointed to her.

"and i." he pointed to himself. "get married."

"we then inherit a trust fund that he and mother had set up for regulus and i when we were to be married and split." he finished explaining his plan."what do you say?”

“what do i say?" she repeated his words after a while. "no— you want to know what i think?"

at his nod she added, "i think that it's a stupid idea."

or two (one really) reluctant person chooses to marry the notorious sirius black for the price of many millions galleons.

"is this seat taken?" the voice caught her by surprise, raising her eyes to meet the asker's waiting ones.

"avril normally sits here," she replied, sparing a glance towards his usual seat; there sat lupin, potter and pettigrew bantering like they always did as they waited for the lesson to start. did they have a fight?

"well she's not here." he pointed out with a small smirk, making his way around the table to take a seat despite her words. "i'm sure she can find another spot."

she only bit her tongue, stopping herself from responding. black —whether he was purposely ignoring or genuinely failed to notice how irritated she seemed to be— cleared his throat, asking her a question that should've been expected from him, yet still managed to surprise her.

"are you seeing anyone?"

feeling as though something was stuck in her throat, she muttered quietly, "pardon?"

"you heard me," he said boldly, pulling his things out from his bag. "why is that any of your concerns?" black paused his actions, keeping his head low as he stared into his bag. "it's not," he admitted after a while, "i'm just curious."

she said nothing, watching as he continued rummaging his bag for his supplies. black lifted his head back up; quill in hand, his grey eyes meeting hers. "are you not going to answer my question sweetheart?"

"i'm not," she said eventually, turning towards the front of the class. "i'm not seeing anyone right now."

•••

it was late, she was tired; extremely tired but sleep didn't seem like it will be making its way to her anytime soon. lily had asked to meet her after class, when she asked why she couldn't just tell her more about the issue during their lunch break lily quickly told her that she had a prefects meeting to attend to (as if lupin eyes didn't grow wide, giving away that it was clearly a lie).

still, she went to the gryffindor's tower anyway, at the exact same place and time that lily had asked to meet her but the redhead wasn't there. instead there was potter, letting her into the common room and insisting that she wait on one of the couches instead of going up to the dorm to see her.

it wasn't until two minutes later when black showed up, sitting down besides her with a —somewhat— uncomfortable look (that didn't suit his handsome features at all) did she realize that this was another one of lily's lie.

"look," black started. helga, whatever did happen to hello, or how are you?, people really just skip to the point now these days. "i'm sure you're wondering why i'm here instead of evans and i will tell you that but i need you to hear everything first before you react, will you be able to do that?"

merlin, gryffindors are weird. "i'll try?"

"great, trying will do." he smiled charmingly, shuffling his weight so he could properly meet her eye to eye. "i have a..." he trailed off thinking to himself, "proposition?"

black licked his lips, mustering up his courage to continue on with his words. "listen, i hate my father and i'm positively sure that he hates me too but he is filthy rich so i curated a-" he paused, considering his next words "-plan of sort."

"so you." he pointed to her.

"and i." he pointed to himself. "get married."

"we then inherit a trust fund that he and mother had set up for regulus and i when we were to be married and split." he finished explaining his plan. "both the money and our relationship, you can go on your merry way and i on mine." he was searching her for a reaction, she knew that, she could feel his eyes roaming around for the most minuscule of movements that came from her. "what do you say?"

she was too stunned to speak; speechless at the shock of it all, it didn't help that his recap was half-assed. "what do i say?" she repeated his words after a while. "no— you want to know what i think?"

at his nod she added, "i think that it's a stupid idea."

black frowned at her words. "honestly, i think it's a solid plan, we just need to get married— we don't even need to be in love! just get married and you get money! it's that easy! it's not like i'm forcing you to join a cult-" to that she opened her mouth, trying to state that the noble house of black itself is a cult but sirius was quick to read her expression, shutting her up by continuing with his pleading, "-besides, i'm not bad looking and great company from what i've been told!"

"well if you're such great company why don't you go find someone else to be fake married to? i'm sure that they'll be plenty of girls lining up for the chance to be your fake wife."

"i don't want any of the other girls, i want you. you're not currently seeing anyone so no one will get hurt from this!" he replied, running a hand through his hair in a stressful manner. this was not how he had planned for it to go. "and i— i want it to be with someone i know and i just so happen to know you."

choosing to ignore how black both admitted that he wanted her for this specific purpose, or how the question that he had asked hours priors to this was in an ulterior motive, she exclaimed. "you also know dorcas. ask her! she's a great girl!" her voice was loud enough for the said girl to turn to her direction with a questioning look. "or marlene, she's extremely good looking."

"i can't," he retorted, sounding the slightest bit annoyed, "everyone and their mother knows marlene swings the other way."

"how are you sure i don't swing the other way then?"

"i don't— do you?" he asked with sudden interest. sirius shook his head, going back to the topic at hand when he stated, "the minimum that you'll get out of this is a million galleons, that's the minimum! i know there's more in that trust fund and i am willing to split it equally."

she thought about it for brief second before asking, "why me? and do not tell me because i'm someone you know because we barely know each other; i only came here to see lily but obviously i was tricked, so tell me why i should agree to this?"

black sighed, his voice growing grim when he answered, "you're the only girl i'm willing to invest in." he paused, maybe those weren't the smartest word choices but he was a flirt not a romantic and the difference had never been made clearer. "so won't you just... think about it, please."

•••

"are you going to do it?" lily asked, settling herself on the seat across from her. please lord, let her finish her essay in peace. "are you still mad at me? c'mon [name] i said i was sorry!"

and here she thought she would be safe in the library.

"i still have the rights to be mad about it," she retorted, keeping her head focused on finishing her work. "you made me sit through that god awful plan!"

"only because i thought you'd agree!" that grabbed her attention, making her turn to the person with an incredulous look. "you're extremely easy going so you could at least stand one another and it's a lot of money!"

"lily, you think i'd marry black for the money? i barely know the guy!"

"then think of it as an opportunity to get to know one another!" she exclaimed loud of enough to get the pair shushed by the librarian. "i mean i personally would for that kind of money."

"then you marry him!"

"no that's weird, i'm in love with his best friend!" she argued in return, a disgusted look on her face. "plus i can't stand him, i could barely talk to him for an hour without lecturing him let alone plan a whole wedding with him."

"i'm not going to marry a stranger."

"he isn't. think of it this way, by the time you finish all the planning he'd be a friend to you," she said, "or you know, something more than friends," she teased with a soft smile.

"lily, a divorce takes at least six months to be finalized. that's half of a year of my life being spent with someone i have no romantic feelings for." she replied, trying to get her friend to understand her reasonings. "not to mention the amount of paperwork i'd have to go through."

the head girl huffed, admitting to herself that she had made good points. she spoke again, this time a lot softer, drawing her into her, "black really needs this."

"he's been living at the potter's after leaving home and if he does get this; he and his brother could get a flat where they'd finally be free from that terrible place," she said slowly, "well at least i think that's why he's planning on doing this. he never told me why exactly, just that he wanted to scam his family."

"i don't think he'd ever tell me the real reason as to why he wants to do this but he doesn't owe me the truth." it was clear that she cared for him, lily's heart was too big for her own good.

"fine, i'll think about it," she muttered, defeated.

lily gave her look, one of disapproval. "you've been saying that ever since you found out about the plan. you don't expect me to believe you when you say it now do you?"

"okay, well i promise that i'd think about it for real this time, is that good for you?"

"it's more than good." she smiled happily.

it was a week later and she had kept her promise to lily, thinking over every possible outcome of what could be the results on the marriage would be:

1. they get married, everything goes according to plan, they get divorce, she becomes a millionaire.

or 2. they get married, the promise of money was fake, she was stuck with him for the rest of her life.

or 3. they get married, everything goes according to plan, she catches feelings for him, she becomes a millionaire with the desire of a man she cannot have.

but maybe that was her dwelling on the negative, not everything is always bad. right?

right?

her eyes scanned the corridor, looking between the crowds of students who were making their way back to their common room after a day of lessons for a group of four rowdy boys. after spotting them, she held onto her bag's strap, ensuring that they won't move when she made her way through the bustling crowd.

with a call of his name, black turned; halting his step as he waited for her to catch up. his friends stood beside him with a curious look. "i thought i'd never see you again," he said with a smile, "you've been ignoring me like the plague."

"you are the plague," she retorted, "if i stayed close to you for long enough you're narcissism will rub off on me." sirius only chuckled, knowing that her comment was light hearted. he looked down at her, meeting eye to eye; silently prompting her to talk about why she decided to call after him. "i thought about it."

to that his grey eyes lit up with recognition, now awaiting the answer that she'd give him whether it be bad or good. "and i thought why not? a million galleons to babysit a gryffindor is an easy pay."

sirius grinned. "great."

"great," she repeated awkwardly, "although i'd have to talk to my parents about it first. i wouldn't want to deal with them if they found out i had eloped."

"it's a good thing i already talked to them then," he said, his smile getting wider when her face dropped. "you what?"

"i knew that you'd need your parents approval so i reached out to them," he spoke while he started leading the way towards the great hall, "they like me."

"black when did you talk to them?" she asked him urgently, why hadn't anyone from her family reached out to her about this? were they planning on leaving her in the dark?

"when i asked you to think about it."

"after you left for your common room i wrote them a letter, your mother agreed to meet me and we talked it through," he added easily, "i of course told her it was because i'm in love with you and wanted nothing more than for you to be mine —keeping the lie going, you know? she told me to talk about it with you but i already did, i just needed an answer from you."

"and now that i've got it. i just need our parents to finalize our betrothal." he finished his words, meeting her gaze.

she shook her head, not believing him. "how did you even find out where they live? i've never once told you where i live."

"i just told the owl to find mister or missus [l/name], it was a simple as that." there was an air of obviousness to his tone, as if she should've figured it out by now but he still answered her anyways. "now can we have dinner? i'm starving."

•••

the words about sirius black and [f/name]'s engagement spread fast. hell, it has barely been three days before a fourth year approached her, asking her if the rumors were true before they sobbed at her answers. their nightmares was coming true.

sirius black was no longer single.

the rumors were okay for the most part, for it was true yet it brought her nothing but an unsettling feeling when she heard her name being whispered in the hallways. even now, as she was sitting at her house's table; barely paying attention to her friend's playful banter did the gossip follow her.

"have you selected a date yet?" avril asked, buttering her toast while she looked at her friend. "yup, his mother wanted a summer wedding, august to be specific. pure-blood accustoms or something," she replied with mild interest, stirring her tea. avril frowned. "it's your wedding, shouldn't you be the one making the decisions?"

"you'd think so," she retorted, lifting her mug to her lips, "but his mum's a nasty witch." she took a sip of her tea before placing it back down on the table. "we met her this weekend where she told us her plans for our wedding."

"she also gave me the black family's engagement ring," she added, lifting her left hand up. on the ring finger laid a dainty silver band that resembled a serpent of sort with a green diamond on top. it was no where near the traditional muggle engagement ring but it was beautiful in its own way. "it's an heirloom and to be completely honest i'm scared wearing it. what if i turned into you know who or something?"

avril laughed good-naturedly, amused by the situation. "honestly, a million galleons would not be enough for me to get involved with the blacks."

"well i've already bought the ticket and there's no turning back now." she shrugged, dropping her eyes to the table. "plus, sirius is actually a decent person to keep around."

"really?" she asked testingly, chewing on her toast.

"really." she nodded. "we have astronomy together and he's incredibly useful. black knows everything about it since his family are named after them. i think he's growing on me." she added. "although every time i remember i'm technically his investment, i second guess that idea."

"what do you mean you second guess that idea?," cut in eric, a ravenclaw who was dragged into their small friend group by avril. "who wouldn't want to marry a man who calls you an investment."

she opened her mouth, a sarcastic remark at the tip of her tongue when the owls flew into the great hall in one large flock; instantly heading towards their respective owner. she hadn't expected any mails today, she was all caught up with the wedding plans along with the letters from her family. so imagine her surprise when one of the many owls soared down, perching on the table in front of her, waiting with a wrapped parcel between its feet.

her eyes raised to meet her friend's curious ones, all of them wondering what's within the wrappings and most importantly who it was from. she hesitated, unsure whether she should take the package from the owl. with a prod from eric, she reached out; untying the parcel from the owl.

the owl flew away immediately, retreating to the crowd of birds. it didn't take long for her to realize what it was, "flowers."

"they're flowers," she repeated, holding up the arrangements for her friend to see, "they're really pretty." she added, biting back a smile. helga, it felt good getting flowers.

"who's it from?" avril asked excitedly.

she looked down, there was card tied to the strings of the bouquet, "black."

"oh," eric muttered, "of course he did, he's your fiancé after all."

"yeah, but it's not why he got it for me," she said, staring down at the card, "it's a thank you gift for dealing with his mother." she giggled, she separated the card from the strings before handing it over to her friend, "here look."

i know my mother is a bitch, thank you for talking to her. you made her tolerable.

- sirius black

now if she remembered correctly, the gryffindor table was seated to her right. with that knowledge in mind, she turned; wanting to thank black for his gift only to find him —coincidentally, sitting with his back to her. she poked at his shoulder, trying to steal his attention from his friend.

he turned reluctantly, looking (maybe more than) a tad bit annoyed only for his eyes to soften when he realized it was her. it took him another second to realize what she was holding before he said, "i see you've got the flowers."

"i did." she smiled, an action that he quickly copied. "i also got your message."

"i knew you would."

of course he would. "right." there was an air of awkwardness that she couldn't quite explain. "well thank you for this, it's lovely sirius."

his smile widened. she wasn't sure why it widened but she was incredibly grateful for it. how could one person's smile be so breathtaking?

"it's no problem. i'm glad you like it my love."

•••

"good evening." an unexpected greeting came, making me her jump from her spot. she looked up from her bed, only to find the source of the voice smirking down at her in amusement. "did i surprise you darling?"

it was pretty evident that his sudden presence startled her. "of course you did dumbass. who even let you in here? i could've been naked!"

"but you aren't," he quipped smugly.

"i could've been!"

"and yet you aren't."

"you're impossible," she grumbled, "are you going to tell me how you got here or not?"

"how i got into your dorm?" he asked, still standing by her bed.

"where else?!" she replied, sitting up and shuffling her blankets away. despite her hostile tone, she made space for him to sit down, patting it slightly to indicate that he could sit if he wanted to. sirius gladly accepted the offer, making himself comfortable while he thought of an answer. "well?"

"i just told the first years i was your fiancé." he shrugged, his smirk still prominent. "they didn't even think to hesitate."

"of course they won't, you're you," she retorted, looking into his eyes. "are you going to tell me why you're here then?"

"what? i can't just come to see you because i missed you? you're my bride to be after all," he teased playfully, holding her gaze.

"no," she smiled unkindly at him, "you can not. now will you tell me why you're really here?"

"alright," he huffed, for a brief second she thought she saw his shoulders deflate, but he was quick to recover, asking her, "you know tomorrow is a hogsmeade weekend don't you?"

at her nod, he continued, "well i wanted you to meet my brother."

"regulus?" she asked dumbfoundedly, brows furrowing together. "why?"

"i uhm-" he stuttered, seeming embarrassed? that was unlike him. "-i wanted you two to approve of each other."

"hmm?" she hummed to signal that she was listening while also simultaneously prompting him to go on.

"i wanted regulus to meet you, and like you and i also wanted you to meet him —and like him." he explained, breaking eye contact to stare at his hand sheepishly. "i want my brother to like you since we're going to get married and all that."

"sirius," she started attentively, "he doesn't need to like me, our marriage is fake remember? it'll be over in a blink of an eye, i'm just trying to help you out."

"yeah, i know that," he said frustratingly. "still, he's my brother, he is important to me; and despite him already knowing that our marriage is a false one, i want the two of you to like each other."

she considered his words. eric will throw a tantrum when he finds out about this. "alright, what time shall we meet?"

•••

maybe running down the stairs of the entrance hall at full speed wasn't the best idea but she was late and sometimes being late justify being a menace to everyone surrounding her. sometimes.

if that sometimes is being late to meet your soon to be husband's brother of course, one that you desperately needed approval from. one who has been waiting for your arrival with his brother for —atleast 15 minutes now. she felt incredibly sorry for making them wait but honestly, it wasn't her fault her hair decided not to cooperate with her this morning.

she wanted to look her best for them, first impressions matter after all. what would it say about her if she should up with frizzy hair that stuck out in every direction possible.

"there you are!" sirius exclaimed, approaching her the moment he spotted her, "c'mon the carriage's leaving, let's not be late."

listening to his words, she did what she was told, following him and his brother into an empty carriage. "i'm so sorry for making you wait, i didn't mean to, i was getting ready and before i knew it i lost track of time-"

"it's okay," regulus cut in, his eyes scanning her every expression. "we weren't waiting that long," he added, trying to reassure her, "the carriage was already planning on leaving when we got there so we technically only waited mere minutes."

fuck, he's charming. "i'm regulus black, you must be [name]?"

"i am, it's nice to finally meet you." she smiled, offering him her hand. she should've expected it, really she should've, with him being from an aristocratic family and all but regulus lifting her hand to press a gentle kiss on it still stunned her. she cleared her throat, "sirius has told me quite a lot about you."

"he has? and here i thought he was ashamed of me." he arched an eyebrow, whether he was teasing her or being genuine she could not tell.

"how could he possibly be ashamed of you, he's not even ashamed of himself." at that regulus chuckled, his smile no different from sirius'.

sirius rolled his eyes, watching their playful interaction with a small satisfied smile on his face. "i'm glad that the both of you can bond over bullying me," he said as the carriage pulled to a stop, "it's good to know that both my brother and fiancée thinks so highly of me."

sirius got out first, helping her get down from the carriage as best as he could. the three of them made their way to the three broomsticks, wanting a comfortable place where they could sit and chat their heads off.

seeing the black brothers in their natural habitat was entertaining. they were similar in many ways, from the way they talk to the way they carried themself and yet they were so different. sirius preferred to talk and make outward jokes while regulus listened, mumbling sarcastic remarks that had you smiling to yourself at how cheeky it was.

sirius had a habit —she was quick to note— of glancing down at regulus' left arm, a worried look always took place when he did so but he was swift in changing his expression. replacing it with a neutral one whenever he caught himself doing so.

regulus was as great company as his brother, charming, and fascinating to a certain extent.

they spent a large majority of their time talking. all of different topics ranging from quidditch to their favorite subject until regulus dropped his eyes to the table where her hand laid, playing with a napkin. "i see mother gave you her ring?"

"yes, she did," she said, her ring finger suddenly feeling heavy, "it's beautiful."

"it doesn't look very you," sirius joined in, pointing out the obvious. "it's still beautiful sirius, it doesn't need to be very me." his brow furrowed, countering, "but that's not good enough, it's your engagement ring after all."

"in case you've forgotten, i'm marrying you for your money, as of right now i'm the definition of a gold digger," she reminded him with a small smile, "an engagement ring being very me is the least of my concerns."

at that sirius frowned, dropping the topic. regulus stifled a laugh, the corners of his lips curving upwards. "has mother took you dress shopping yet?" he then asked with interest.

"no," she answered, "my mother wanted me to pick a dress of my own, your mother didn't like that idea very much. long story short i have the freedom to pick out whichever dress i want."

regulus pursed his lips, thinking. "i'm glad to hear that. i know mother is exhausting to deal with, i hope you find exactly what you're looking for."

"thank you regulus." the door bell rang to signify someone's entrance, the said boy turned, spotting a girl standing by the door before turning back towards his brother; pink creeping onto his cheeks. "is that her?"

he nodded sheepishly. "we'll leave you to it then," she said, standing up from their booth; she grabbed onto sirius wrist, smirking down at him in hopes that he knew of her plan. sirius got the memo, holding onto her hand before briskly bidding his brother goodbye. "do you think they'll end up getting married to scam your family like us?"

sirius laughed as the pair left the inn, walking down the streets that were so fond of. "probably not. i don't think he has it in he."

"i didn't think i had it in me to marry someone for his money at 17 either but here i am," she replied sarcastically, looking up at him. it was then did she realized that they were holding hands, she hesitated; not sure whether to pull away or to keep holding onto him. his hand was warm, it felt nice.

sirius, as if he had read her mind decided to squeeze it reassuringly. "can i take you somewhere?"

"hmm?"

"there's a shop around the corner," he said, maintaining eye contact, "can i get you something from there?"

"oh sirius you don't need to get me anything-"

"i know i don't need to," he cut in softly, "i want to. so i can please take you there?"

she thought about it briefly, knowing full well that her answer would be yes because who was she to deny him anything. "what is it that you wanted to get me?"

sirius broke into a smile, turning to lead the way. "do you remember how i said that the ring wasn't very you?"

"the thing you said barely 10 minutes ago? yes i do."

"good," he muttered, turning the corner, his grip on her hand never once faltering, "because i want to get you want that actually does feel like you."

"sirius i already told you it doesn't matter, you've already bought me flowers and that's more than i could ask for."

sirius paused for a split second, pursing his lips. "look, if i don't get this for you then how would people know you're mine? that ring is no where good enough for you," he questioned, leading them into the store. he held the door open, smiling at the shop's clerk who was ecstatic to see a customer. "just think of this as my thank you for marrying me gift."

"i don't think that's real thing sirius," she said, stilling besides him as he looked at the different rings the employee had put on show.

"it doesn't need to be real if it's what is needed in order for me to spoil you," he muttered in return, his full focus on studying the different rings. finally he picked out one he thought best resembled her. sirius took off his mother's ring, placing it in his pocket and slipped the new ring on her finger. "what do you think?"

"i think it's beautiful."

"i can't really take that as an answer love, you also said that about dear mother's ring."

"fine, i think it's magnificent. i love it sirius." she smiled, eyes glancing between him and ring.

"it's perfect then," he muttered, taking it off and handing it to the clerk for it to be sized. "that will be our engagement ring."

it was later on that night, with avril and eric passed out on her bed after discussing their outfit plans for her wedding did she opened up the box that contained the new ring.

she lifted it out, examining it when something caught her eyes. engraved into the back of the ring wrote: yours S.B

•••

avril loved throwing parties, she loved plying people with food and making sure they were enjoying their time, she loved gathering her friends round a circle to play silly games that captured the true essence of adolescent. avril loved everything that one could love about parties.

so when she told her friends that she wanted to throw one in the hufflepuff's common room it was in their nature to help out. it was sunday, dinner had just finished and the common room was empty, each person in their own respective dorms getting ready when eric and [name] made their journey out, heading towards the kitchens for as much snacks as they could gather.

facing the broad stone basement corridor, it brightly lit and decorated with food-themed paintings, she reached out to tickle the pear on the painting. the pear giggled, turning itself into a large green door handle that revealed the entrance. she took the first step, entering the kitchens with eric behind her.

"what are you doing here?"

her eyes widened, not expecting anyone besides herself and eric to be in the kitchens at this time. "i could ask you the same thing sirius."

"i asked you first."

she turned, briefly looking at eric for help but her effort was to no avail, the ravenclaw was as at a loss for words as she was. "i'm here to grab some snacks, we're throwing a party and it would a pretty shitty one without any food."

"oh," he muttered, "no wonder you look so pretty."

"you're wearing the ring," sirius pointed out after minute, gesturing towards her finger. was all conversations between two people who would be married to one another always this strained?

"i am," she said, looking down towards the ring, "how could i not? you bought it for me."

there was the silence again; her, eric, sirius and his friends all awkwardly glancing at one another. "oh! uhm- eric this is sirius, my fiancé and sirius this is eric, my friend."

"nice to meet you," sirius smiled, offering him a hand. eric hesitated, eyes drifting towards to her direction, she tilted her head slightly, an action he took as cue to accept sirius hand.

eric shooked it, smiling in return when he spoke, "i know she's marrying you for your money." sirius smiled dropped, slightly taken aback when eric added, "i'm sure potter knows it too, doesn't he?"

in truth potter did know, sensing by the way his shoulder tensed up at the pretense of him knowing. eric had a weird way of wording things, making everything seems hostile when it wasn't supposed to be. helga, why does men have to make everything so hard?

"eric you can grab the cheesecake?" she asked, making their attention shift to her, "i need to have a word with sirius about the wedding, then i'll grab the punch and meet you back outside."

"i'll see you in a bit." after she waved her friend off, she grabbed onto sirius' arm, pulling him towards a secluded spot where his friends wouldn't be able to eavesdrop on their conversation. she looked at him hesitatingly, studying his expression before asking, "are you mad at me?"

sirius frowned, furrowing his brows in concern. "no," he answered, "why would i be mad at you?"

"i dunno." he was taller than her, having to look down in order for their eyes to meet. "i just thought that maybe eric had said something to upset you."

"he's a bit... straight forward, no subtlety whatsoever," she added, "also a little untrusting at first but he's very kind, he's a great guy." the way his gaze hardened at her words, turning from attentive to resentful didn't go unnoticed by her. is he sure he's not mad at her?

"i'm not mad at you," sirius said softly, consoling her, "nor am i mad at your friend."

"then why do you seem so uneasy? especially when you're with your friends? you're never like that."

sirius pursed his lips, thinking. "because," he started, a smile tugging on his lips, "you look very pretty, and i just happen to not know how to act around pretty people."

she scoffed, rolling her eyes despite feeling her cheeks flush at his words. "right, of course."

"love, i'm being serious!"

"of course you are you're sirius!"

"hey! i'm being truthful here," he argued, chuckling slightly, seeing her flustered over a compliment had to be his new favorite thing. "you look as pretty as a picture."

she smiled, brushing it off. "that's sweet of you to say." noting how his eyes was lingering onto her every movement. "but you're still not welcomed to the party."

sirius laughed, throwing his head back at the lame joke she made. his words was never meant to be anything more than praise, wanting her to know just how breathtaking he thought she looked. "that's a shame, i was looking forward to get a taste of that cheesecake."

"better luck next time," she said, biting her lips. "i think i should go now."

"i think so too," he replied after composing himself, still smiling down at her due to their height differences. "it's unfair to keep my darling away from them for too long."

she watched as he took a calculated step forward, bringing the front of their shoes to contact. staring up at him, she felt her breath get caught in her throat.

leaning down abruptly, sirius pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead; her eyes fluttering shut at the warm contact. he stepped back then, he smiled once more, "invite me next time, won't you?"

•••

next time came in the form of a gryffindor party instead. it was james potter's birthday and it would be an understatement to say that the marauders went all out. despite the party being a "secret", the room of requirement was packed with students from every house that is cool enough to join an inter-house party.

upon arrival she was quick to spot regulus, introducing him to avril and eric who he both charmed his ways with them. eric and regulus, both cut-throat people bonded easily, making good natured jokes about how big of a mistake it was that she chose to marry sirius. eventually the slytherin led them to the life of the party.

"[name]!" james cheered excitedly, walking towards her with open arms, his face flushed. she returned his hug, turning towards his friend with a confused look only to receive chuckles from them. pulling away james grinned at her, slurring "i'm so happy you're here!"

right, he's drunk. "and i'm so happy to be here james," she replied, making him his smile stretch out even wider. "although i'm not too late am i? it seems like i missed out on the fun."

"oh no don't worry," lily shook her head, answering for him, "he just wanted to be that shit faced drunk person of every party."

"ah," she nodded in acknowledgment. "oh, uhm- i hope you don't mind, i brought some friends?"

"no it's okay, the more the merrier," lily smiled kindly, taking one look at them before noting, "eric from potions and avril from care of magical creatures."

"weird way to identify me but i've been called worse," avril said light-heartedly, earning smiles from their small group. "now, would you be kind enough to show me where the booze is?"

"it's just right around the corner, i can get some for you actually," lily offered, being the good host that she is, "[name], peter, would you mind helping me?"

"oh," she muttered not expecting herself to be mentioned. "no i don't," she smiled, taking the hand that lily offered and following off behind her.

"so," avril started, turning to sirius, "she looks great doesn't she?"

sirius nodded, not thinking much about his actions. she really did look beautiful tonight, although —if he really thought about it— there wasn't a day where he didn't think she wasn't good-looking.

"you like her don't you?"

remus, with his curiosity now piqued, dropped his head, leaning down to hear their conversation over the loud music. regulus doing the same, finding the topic of his brother's real love-life intriguing. "yeah pads," remus started tauntingly, "you fancy her don't you?"

"i hate you did you know that?"

"avoidance is not an answer black," eric commented with a small smirk, "if you fancy her just say it."

"i don't," sirius stated, his tone now on edge, "i mean it, i only care for her as a friend and nothing more."

it was the truth, as of right now he thought of her as a friend that just had some extra steps to it. she was kind and pretty but so was lily and regulus' new girlfriend but that didn't mean he was attracted to them. really, whether they want to believe it or not, sirius could be friends with a woman and not be in love with them.

"are you sure princess?" eric added, provoking him. sirius rolled his eyes, now used to the (for the lack of better words) asshole demeanor that eric had. "alright, i'll leave you to it," he said with a condescending smile, "but just so you know, [name] is the shit faced drunk at every party."

"and potter does not stand a chance at taking that position from her."

"speaking of the devil," avril murmured, breaking apart from their small group to welcome the two girls with open arms, refusing the spiked punch that lily offered for a shot of firewhisky that she immediately downed when her friend handed it to her. "you know me so well."

"i'm really the best aren't i?" she joked, turning towards sirius; she smiled up at him, an action that he copied and handed him a shot of firewhisky as well. sirius shook his head, opting on a butterbeer that peter handed him. "you're not drinking?"

"i'm not," he replied, taking a sip that resulted in foam being stuck on his upper lip. she frowned, disappointed, "why not? it's your best mate's birthday!" sirius only stuck with his decision, deciding to stay sober so he could take care of james whilst lily had her fun. "don't worry darling, i know how to have fun without getting drunk."

"what a shame, i brought these with me for nothing," she said, staring down at the three shot cups between her finger, "well i better not waste it then."

and with that she downed one, grimacing at the taste right after. she held another shot for remus who took it with a polite smile; the pair cheered, drinking the shots, for the party has officially started.

"pads," came james, pouting, "mate my throats dry," he complained, eyes going heavy. "will you be so kind to grab me a cup of water?"

from the corner of his eyes sirius spied lily talking to some of her friends, seeming just the slightest bit under the influence. "sod off prongs, go find your girlfriend."

at the other side of the room was [name]. the alcohol had hit her about an hour after her initial shots, drunkenly laughing at every joke that remus made as the two of them found themselves to be partners in drunken crime. remus chuckled, throwing his head back with a punch still in his hand, she sat besides him, listening to the story he was telling with a small smile.

"honestly, at one point during fourth year i had considered starting a hogwarts protection group from those two maniacs," the brunette said, incredulous by how stupid his fourteen year olds idea was. "i was part of the pranks too but still."

she only snorted, finding everything funny in her current inebriated state. as she opened her mouth, ready to tell him a funny story of her own sirius approached, a cup of water in hands. "hullo dear husband."

"hello," he greeted in return, handing her the cup of water, "i think you've had enough my love," he said patiently, ignoring the cringed looks that remus was sending him. "drink this so you won't feel so hung over tomorrow morning."

"sirius if i can handle getting married to you then i can handle being hung over on a tuesday." despite her comment, she drank the water anyways. alcohol sure does make your throat dry out. "you know you don't look like you're having too much fun."

"i don't?"

"you don't," she said, getting onto her feet to face him eye to eye. she placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself, looking at him with an intoxicated gaze. pulling her hand away, she exclaimed enthusiastically, "anyways, me and remus are going to dance, have fun being sober!"

and with that she left, hand pulling at remus so the lanky boy would follow after her. sirius' eyes trailed after them, noting how they both were bad dancers and yet did not seem to be stopping anytime soon. it wasn't long until eric, tipsy enough to be nice to anyone other than avril and [name], dragged sirius onto the dance floor as well.

she found her way to him, smiling as she moved badly to the beat. she said something that she couldn't quite hear; sirius leaned down, his ear close to her mouth, ensuring that he could hear her over the loud music. with a drunken giggle, she told him, "you're so handsome."

he pulled back to his full height, looking at her with amusement. "thank you chérie, 'preciate it."

•••

"do you still think i'm handsome?"

"shut up," she scowled, ignoring the delighted look that sirius had from eliciting such response. "i don't want to deal with you right now."

"why not? you thought i was handsome last night and now you suddenly despise me?" he teased quietly, not wanting to distract other people with their conversation.

"sirius i'm too hungover for this right now," she said, trying to keep her eyes straight at the board. oh how she missed the days where avril was sat beside her. "and if you say something along the line of i told you so, i will hex you into oblivion."

sirius bit his lips, holding back his tongue from stating that he did warn her about this. instead he commented, "you know i think i like you a lot better when you're drunk."

"and i like you better when you don't speak but we both can't have what we want now can we?"

"actually," sirius said matter-of-factly, "i've already gotten what i wanted."

"and what's that?"

"you."

"not the drunk you but having you is good enough for me," he clarified, "but i can always count on avril to bring out my favorite version of you-"

sirius continued to talk, but no sounds came out. don't you just love the silencio charm? she patted his thigh, causing him to pause in order to look at her. she smiled at him kindly, her expression the direct opposite of her next words. "you are so annoying right now."

•••

"your mother picks the worst time for us to meet her," she said, not once bothering to greet him. maybe he was rubbing off on her. "i mean seriously, couldn't she have planned to see the venue on a hogsmeade weekend."

she closed the hufflepuff's door behind her, walking to his side. sirius shifted his weight off of the pillar he was waiting for her at and started leading the way, "i've just had a long day of school and now i have to be nice to her. no offense boys, but i hate your mother."

regulus let out a small laugh, smiling at her words. "no offense taken [name], we hate her too."

"good," she said cheekily, "i'm glad we have that in common."

they made their way up to the great hall, then up again towards their usual passage beneath the one-eyed witch statue by the stairs. sirius tapped the hump with his wand, muttering a quiet dissendium. the witch's hump open just wide enough for a person to slide down to the hidden passageway.

sirius went through first, pushing his way up into honey duke, regulus followed soon after, leaving her last. with help from sirius, she climbed up the ladder, shutting the trap door below her.

sirius helped her make her way out of honey dukes and into the streets of hogsmeade. after reaching their destination, a spot that allowed for them to apparate, he let go off her hand, knowing that she (like him) was legal and could apparate on their own while regulus on the other hand. their unofficial adopted child, could not.

regulus, now used to being babied whenever he traveled with the couple made his way between them, letting sirius throw his arm around his shoulder while [name] slipped her arm around his waist. with a flick of both their wands, their small group landed in a secluded alley way where their wedding venue would be held.

the pair let go off him, heading towards one another and —as of muscle memory— interlocked their fingers, holding hands like they always did when they were to fake their relationship. the three walked, pushing pass the grand door and quickly spotting both walburga and her mother.

it was the second week of june, the finals had passed, their NEWTs were completed. it was two weeks before the school year ended and roughly two months away from their wedding. it would be a lie if she said she wasn't nervous, she was, of course she was. marriage was a scary thing —especially when you're marrying into a family with old money who also simultaneously praises dark magic.

"mother," sirius said with a small bow, greeting her as politely as he could. "and missus [l/name], you look as gorgeous as ever."

her mother smiled, dismissing his compliment with a wave of her hand. "no need to flatter me, i've already approved of you sirius."

he smiled, feeling proud of himself for some reason he couldn't pin point. walburga coughed, causing the other four people to turn to her, giving them her full attention. by her side stood a short women with short blond hair, "shall we get started?"

the five followed her through a path that she had prepared, using magic to help visualize the venue the way both mothers wanted it. there was a hall that led into the main ballroom, its ceiling high with fancy chandeliers. her mum who had wanted a more natured feel to their wedding, asked if the person who was showing the venue, andria, could incorporate plants to the walls.

andria followed through her request, and within a flick of her wand the walls were lined up with vines, the ground spilling with purple flowers that made a satisfied smile find its way onto her mother's lips. andria then added a gate for a dramatic flair, making the hall seemed ethereal in its own way.

"this is nice," sirius murmured just loud enough for her to hear. she turned her eyes away from the various plants to him, finding him already looking back at her. "it is."

they then moved towards the ballroom, with it already being set up due to walburga's perfectionist personality; the couple stood in awe. this would've been the wedding of their dreams had they been actually in love.

looking down the isle, she found herself drifting off for a second, imagining her friends waiting by her side while her husband stood happily by his. softly she muttered, knowing that sirius could hear her despite how quiet her words was, "do you think you could cry when i walk down that isle?"

sirius watched her, considering her words for a moment, "do you want me to?"

"yeah..." she trailed off, tearing her eyes away from the isle to look at him. "i mean i bought a beautiful dress so you better cry, if not then i might just have to cancel the wedding right then and there."

sirius let out a small laugh, finding her request incredulous. "okay, i'll try then."

"thank you."

"it's no problem, i'll try anything for you."

•••

the school year ended, the pair passing the NEWTs with flying colors and now the only thing they had to worry about was the wedding.

during the first week after their graduation sirius had invited her to stay at his place, an offer that she was quick to decline. her mother was a pain to deal with on a monthly basis already, let alone having to live with her for as long as it took until their wedding came.

instead she agreed to come by his place, keep him company all the whilst plan out the final details of the wedding. after coming over for half of july she had grown quite used to his spacious room, with its many plastered posters and pictures that left only little of the walls' silvery-grey silk visible.

now she sat, kicked back on his bed while sirius stood ranting, filling her in on everything his mother had said when she was absent. she thought of anything and everything she could say to reassure him. after a while she stopped him, patting the empty spot besides her for him to take.

for a moment she remembered just how close they were now, not even a year ago she was denying him a seat at her table and now she sat comfortably on his bed as if it was of her own. "do you want me to fight her for you?"

"what?" sirius cracked out a smile.

"she's you know- she's the most unloving, conservative woman i've ever met," she confessed, "but i suppose being married to your cousin does that to you."

sirius chuckled, feeling slightly better by listening to her shit talk his mother. god he hated that woman. "[name], you're absolutely amazing but her being inbred was so unnecessary to bring up."

"like you have a say in this sirius." she gave him a look that he knew was her ridiculing him, causing him to grin. "you're a product of their work."

sirius cringed, feeling disgusted by her insinuation. he then cleared his throat, remembering why he had invited her over in the first place. turning serious, he said carefully, "there's something i've been wanting to ask you."

"what is it?" she prompted him, letting him know that she was listening and for him continue on with his words.

"can i kiss you?"

and before sirius knew it, he was rambling, "for when they announce us as man and wife i just- i wanted to know if you were okay with it before it's time and i kiss you without you being fine with it, i don't want to make you uncomfortable, you've already done so much for me-"

"you can." she cut him off with a small smile, one that brought him nothing but comfort. "it's okay sirius, you can kiss me."

"thank you for asking," she added after a minute.

sirius gazed at her, a small smile breaking onto his face. his eyes glancing down to her lips then back up to her eyes. he knew that she was watching him, watching how his eyes were lingering onto her lips like a tattoo kiss.

there was a cough by the door, making them both turn their attention to it. regulus stood awkwardly, shifting his weight; with his eyes wide, he spoke, "mother sent me."

"she wanted me to make sure that you guys weren't-" regulus let out another cough "-having sex."

•••

august seventh came sooner than she would've liked, maybe it was for the better, having it be over sooner. or maybe it was for the worse, not having been ready to see herself settle down yet. but she knew —despite her doubts— that the show must go on. keeping an even head she breathe in, feeling the air in her lungs before letting it go. it was time.

"are you ready?" eric asked, helping make last adjustments to her wedding dress. "no." she huffed honestly, hearing the orchestra music begin even behind the large door. eric smiled softly at her, letting her father come to her side, "well it's too late now."

she took a deep breath, the doors opening on its on accord in a dramatic manner. charmed rose petals pelted at her feet as she took her steps forward. she took a moment to look around at who was gathered, and where, but she barely recognized them. a large majority of the people were ones who came to honor the noble house of black name's while the other half were distant family and friends that her mother had invited.

down the isle sirius stood, james, regulus, remus, and peter by his side. watching her walk with clouded eyes, she beamed at him, playing with the bouquet in her hands. when she arrived in front of him she noticed his watery grey eyes. as quietly as she could, she commented, "you're crying."

"i am," he said, agreeing. "i told you i'd try anything for you."

the music cut out, the ceremony was starting. the pair shared cheeky smiles as they listened to the officiant drone on and on, following the normal wedding procedures until it was time for them to recite their vows.

"with this hand i will lift your sorrows. your cup will never be empty, for i will be your wine. with this candle, i will light your way into darkness. with this ring, i ask you to be mine."

sirius slipped a golden band around her finger first, her repeating his actions not long after. sirius stepped forward, his shoes touching her's. leaning down slightly, he pressed his lips onto her, his right arm finding its way on her waist and tugging her ever closer to him.

his cheeks were wet, presumably from the tears he had had. she kissed back, melting underneath his touch. sirius smiles into the kiss, a feeling that she knew she'd never forget. the kiss breaks: her pulling away from him, feeling flustered. and then it was official, they were married, this was just the beginning of the end.

•••

"where should we go for our honeymoon?" she asked suddenly, surprising sirius. they were once again in his room, this time alone, the door close with no regulus standing by to make sure they weren't up to something. "since we're married and all now, i think i deserve a break."

sirius thought for a second, laying down on the cold hard wood floor, a place that he somehow had found solace in. "we have a home in paris if you want to go."

"paris sounds nice," she mumbled. her gown was still on her, having come to his room immediately after the recessionals. she was to live with him now, husband and wife after all. staying with sirius, in his room, alone, for roughly a month, won't be so bad. will it?

"it does," he concurred, "do you want to go?"

"maybe," she said, unsure. "gosh this is awkward."

"what's awkward?" he asked, looking puzzled. from his position on the floor, his eyes searched for her. finding her on his bed, sat with her knees pressed to her chest, looking down at him.

"us right now." she answered, straightening out her legs. he frowned then, even more confused. "the people who attended probably thinks we're going at it right now but we're sat here talking about paris."

"we can go at it if you want," sirius said, sitting up. at the roll of her eyes, he smirked, "i'm not denying you anything, it seems as though i can not."

she threw a pillow at him, one that he expertly caught with one hand. she felt her neck heating up, whether it was from the drinks she had or his words she could not tell. "you're insufferable you know that?"

"i'm anything you want me to be my love."

"stop it or i'll punch you in the throat," she warned. watching as he stood up from his spot and made his way to the empty side of the bed, sirius laid down, inching himself closer to her every second. "are you... trying to seduce me right now?"

"maybe," he murmured, finally landing his head on her thighs, the tool of her dress providing him a sense of cushion. "is it working?"

"no," she answered, giving him a smile that was meant to ridicule him but all it did was make his smirk grow more narcissistic.

"why did you never join the quidditch team?" her hand found it's way into his hair, twisting round the onyx curls. "you were really good at it you know? i saw you sub in during james' practices."

sirius shut his eyes, leaning into her touch when her hand landed on his scalp, scratching it lightly. "i didn't want to compete."

"with who?"

"regulus," he answered softly, "we weren't on good terms when he joined the team and i could not bring myself to handle seeing him. especially not during a time where we were to compete for who would be greater."

"oh." her hands paused its movements on its own accord. "i never thought of it like that."

she thought about him?

"well i also never thought of us going at it until you mentioned it minutes ago," he retorted, earning himself a slap on the arm. good godric, he loved drunk [name]. "the offers still stands you know?"

"baby i wouldn't sleep with you if you were the last man on earth."

sirius cheeks grew pink at her choice of nickname, never once in their roughly eight months long relationship had she called him anything but sirius or black. she noticed it, smiling when she leaned down to face him. "you like being called baby don't you?"

and —for the first and last time ever, sirius told her to, "shut up."

•••

"the man has mummy issues, of course he likes being called baby," eric scoffed. avril laughed, joking at the expense of her friend's husband. "i wouldn't be surprised if he lets you boss him around in bed."

"alright that's enough," she stopped him, hiding a smile. "my lack of sex life should not be the topic of today's conversation. lily here is literally getting married."

"no, no," lily protested, dismissing the topic change, "i'm more fascinated about you and sirius than james' proposal to me."

"seriously?" she asked incredulously, her eyes moving to everyone around the table for at least one person to be on her side. "i feel like i've said this way too much but in case you've forgotten, i married sirius for his money, i don't like him that way and vice versa. me and sirius haven't slept together."

"but you want to," marlene pointed out, taking a sip of her wine. helga, how did a dinner celebrating lily's engagement turn into them trying to prove that she was in love with her husband. "i can see it in your eyes."

she sigh, defeated. they weren't going to believe her words so what's the point in trying to deny it any longer. lily, seeing her expression shifted the topic, telling them about how she had already made an appointment for herself to go dress shopping and that all the ladies were invited.

the rest of dinner went on smoothly, all of them catching up with one another. spending the night switching from topics to topics, eric's love life didn't escape their conversation, being the only man in the group and all. the former ravenclaw boy had found someone who was kind to him, and from his description, the complete opposite of him but then again, they do say opposite attracts.

after bidding goodbyes, they went on their separate ways. after walking to an empty alley way with avril, she hugged her goodbye before flicking her wand, apparating herself back into sirius' room.

sirius who heard the unmistakable crack, sat up straight, wiping his eyes with his sleeves just as she noticed him hunched over on their bed. her faced turn to one of concern, standing in front of him, cautiously she asked, "what's wrong?"

"nothing," sirius answered, smiling up at her.

she frowned, taking a seat besides him. "not to be a dick but you're a terrible liar."

sirius laughed watery, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "it's just walburga, you know?"

"she did something again?" she asked, clearly not surprised by the news.

at his nod she carefully wrapped her sirius in her embrace. it was weird, hugging him, the most they've ever done was kissed and that was under the pretense of marriage. she's seen him angry, sad, frustrated, and disappointed over walburga but had never once seen him crying. she did not know how to comfort him but she sure as hell will try.

"do you want to talk about it?" she felt his head shook, feeling his tears dampening up her shirt. instinctively, she leaned down, pressing a kiss on the crown of his head. her voice was soft, whispering reassuring words in an attempt to calm him down.

his breathe steadied enough for him to speak, sirius lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her with embarrassment. "i'm sorry."

"it's okay," she said lightly, "it's what having a wife is for right?"

there was a small smile on his lips, feeling relieved to have her presence besides him. with a small laughed, he repeated, "i'm sorry you had to see that."

giggling slightly, feeling better about how the mood having been slightly lifted, she quipped, "i don't mind it, seeing a handsome guy cry had always been in my bucket list."

sirius paused, eyes bloodshot red, "you think i'm handsome?"

"are you still sad?" she asked slowly.

"yes?"

"i always thought you were," she answered, watching him lower his eyes awkwardly, a small smile finding its way to his lips.

"what if i said no?" he questioned timidly, his voice coarse.

"the i would've lied and said you're the most mediocre looking man i've ever seen."

•••

"you and sirius looks like a couple," regulus mumbled, pushing his brother's leg over to make room on the couch.

she turned to him, the heat of sirius' hand around her waist getting warmer and warmer as she thought about her brother's in law comment. "what kind of couple?"

sirius kept quiet for a moment, gazing at her seductively.

"why are you looking at me like that?"

"like what?" he said innocently, giving her his best doe eyes.

"like you're flirting with me."

"i'm flirting?" he muttered as if it was new information to him, "flirting with you?" he added, squeezing her waist, his thumb sneaking beneath her sweatshirt, pressing onto her skin. "please don't get me wrong."

"so you're not flirting with [name] right now?" lily asked from her spot on the arm chair, green eyes watching his hands placements.

"maybe i am, maybe i'm not. we're married after all, i need to keep sweeping my darling off of her feet or else she'll fall for someone else," he said smoothly, smirking at lily who then rolled her eyes at him.

over the course of the first month of their marriage, sirius had managed to open his own vault, transfer all his parents trust fund money, found a flat that deemed fit for him and his brother and found a lawyer to begin their divorce's process.

maybe it was all moving too fast but the whole situation had never been taken slowly in the first place. he had asked for her to move in with him and regulus, an offer that she didn't clearly thought through and had accepted. with the help of magic, moving was done within two days which james ended up calling for a celebration. a house party where everyone within their circle was to be invited.

"you shouldn't flirt with people that easily," she commented, stealing his attention back to her.

"and you shouldn't fall for people who flirts with you," he countered, keeping his eyes on her.

"well i didn't! i don't fall for people easily."

"you were just telling me not to flirt with you because you fell head over heels by my beauty when you saw me," he said smiling accusingly, his thumb drawing circles on her skin.

"i didn't tell you not to flirt with me."

"then what did you say?"

"don't flirt with people so easily."

sirius hummed in thoughts, his hand not once stopping it's movement. "so i can flirt with you but not other people. sounds pretty controlling." she looked at him warily, awaiting his next comments. "good thing i like a woman in charge."

"you're ridiculous," she scoffed. eric, who was sat on the floor opposing her, smirked, giving a look that she knew all too well. i was right. pushing herself up and off the couch, she gave him sirius one last look. "i'm filing for a divorce."

•••

the months went by fast, before they even knew it they were halfway through their divorce trial. sirius had filed a no-fault divorce, giving them both equal amounts of legal property. he had served her, and initiated the negotiation process. it seemed as if he was rushing to get rid of her and it would be a plain out lie if she said it didn't hurt her feelings.

"hey," sirius greeted, spotting her read on the couch the moment he entered their flat. "i got you something."

she lifted her head from her book, giving him a questioning look. an expression that sirius took as cue for him to continue.

he shrugged his jacket off, hanging it by the coat stand and dropping his keys in its pocket. he lifted the item in his hand, and made his way to sit besides her. she bookmarked her page, shutting it and giving him her full attention. "what is it?"

sirius only kept quiet, handing it to her, "open it."

she did as she was told, slowly unwrapping the package to reveal a small cake with the words happy anniversary written on it. she looked up him with surprise, smiling. "what is it for?"

"for our anniversary!" he exclaimed, pointing out the obvious.

"sirius our wedding anniversary isn't for another ten months."

"not that anniversary." he shook his head. "it's the anniversary of me sitting besides you despite you saying no."

"you remember that?" she asked with a small laugh.

"of course i remember!" he exclaimed, running a hand through his overgrown hair, "i was so nervous to talk to you."

"you were nervous to talk to me?" she followed up, settling the cake on their coffee table. "why?"

"because i thought you were cool, and i didn't know what to do since i had already asked evans for her help with the whole plan thing and i still hadn't talked to you nor was i certain you'd agree."

"you thought i was cool? and here i thought i was the only girl you were willing to invest in," she teased earning a pout from sirius. "fine fine i won't hurt your feelings today, thank you for this, sirius. i will definitely owl regulus and make fun of you about it later."

sirius lips jutted out even more, giving her his best doe eyes. "i feel like you love regulus more than you love me."

"how could i ever love regulus more than i love you," she said sarcastically. sirius faced turned to one that she could not read. curiously she asked, "what? is there something on my face?"

"no, nothing," he dismissed, still gazing at her.

"than what is it?"

"you said you can never love regulus more than you love me," he said slowly, his own grey eyes drifting between her lips and her eyes. she nodded cautiously, not wanting to overstep him. "prove it then."

"p-prove it?"

"prove it."

"prove what exactly," she said with a short lasting laugh, trying to take some of the tension off of herself.

"prove that you love me more than regulus."

she laughed, thinking that it was another one of his joke that she never fully understood but sirius remained —well, serious, keeping his eyes on her.

sirius was slow with his next action, giving her an out if she wanted it. he made sure to watch for her most minuscule movements, the last thing he wanted to do was mess this up and make her uncomfortable. sirius very casually —even though he felt as though his heart was to explode any second, leaned his head down, capturing her lips with his own.

why did he spent so long denying it when it felt so good to have her by his side he would never know. what he knew was that he liked the feel of her, liked that she was kissing him back, liked that she had seen the worst of him (and his sick family) and chose to stay, like that she was —in the most dysfunctional way possible— his.

when sirius pulled away, the first thing he noticed was how her eyes widened with fascination, which only made him fall deeper into the hole he dug for himself. "was that weird?"

she laughed, snapping out of her trance and shook her head. her hands moving on its own accord when the found its way to his cheeks, feeling weak after the chaste kiss. "no, no, it was fine. amazing even."

sirius smiled in return, feeling relieved that she seemed nowhere near mad at him. "it was okay then?"

"it was more than okay sirius," she reassured him, bringing his face forwards and pressing a kiss to his forehead before she even registered her gesture. sirius turned to the side, hiding his blushing face in her palm but his red ears was no help to his case.

sirius own hand reached up, covering her hand with his and pulled it away from his face. "we should call our lawyers."

"we should. they're not going to like this."

—from bee: i no longer support the artist i’ve chosen to name this fic after but that doesn’t change a thing,,, i still have a song for it hehe

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cuffmeinblack · 1 year

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If you’re taking requests - could you do a jealous Ominis x f!Slytherin reader 🥹🤲🏻

I’m imagining one of our ginger Gryffindors Leander or Garreth attempting to get a bit more than friendly with mc and he’s not a fan

The boggart in the tower

Ominis Gaunt x f!reader

Tags: fluff | pranks

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A/n: OK I'm so sorry this went SO off-piste I have no idea what happened but I'm going to post it anyway. It basically just ended up as an Ominis and Sebastian being stupid boys fic.

It had escaped absolutely nobody's notice that the new fifth year was the subject of interest of two of her Gryffindor classmates. Leander and Garreth, normally very friendly with each other, had become contenders in the battle for her affections and resorted to snide remarks and outright sabotage in an effort to dash the other's chances to impress her. Ominis would find this amusing if it weren't so frustrating.

One such occurrence of this rivalry came in an otherwise tedious potions lesson. Not one of Ominis' favourite subjects, he found it harder than most to accurately measure ingredients and could only tell if his potion was successful by means other than sight—smell, texture, or Sebastian's remarks.

"Looks like snot," he said next to him.

"That wasn't quite what I was going for."

"Too much bubotuber pus, I think."

Ominis sighed and vanished the contents of his cauldron, groping around for the ingredients to begin again. Professor Sharp was busy muttering to Amit across the room, perhaps he'd be able to catch up if he hurried. As Ominis cleaned off his silver knife, he overheard another conversation, much louder and much more embarrassing.

"You know I'm working on my own potion, maybe you'd like to join me one day? We can work on it together. You're a very gifted witch."

"Erm, thank you, Garreth. I'm afraid I'm far too busy…"

"She doesn't want to spend her time mixing potions with you, Garreth. How about a spin around Hogsmeade instead? I've heard Honeydukes have a new flavour of fudge…"

"Again, I'm afraid I'm too busy. Thank you for the invitation, Leander, truly."

Sebastian snorted next to him as Ominis shook his head, trying to tune out the exchange. He flinched when a cold hand touched his cheek.

"Your cheeks are burning, Ominis," Sebastian laughed.

Ominis swatted the hand away and returned to his potion, grimacing at the smell from the bubotuber on his chopping board.

"Sebastian?"

"Mmm?"

"How would you feel about creating a little inter-house sabotage?" Ominis whispered.

"You've got my attention, proceed," Sebastian muttered in reply.

"I think Prewett and Weasley need to be taken down a peg or two."

"Hah. It does bother you."

"What bothers me?" Ominis asked, feigning ignorance.

"Come on, Ominis. I'm your oldest friend, don't think I can't tell that you're head over heels for our new fifth year."

"Will you help me or not?" Ominis asked testily.

"Of course. What's the plan?"

"What if…what if we send them both a letter from her."

"I like it. Let's make them climb all the way up the bell tower," Sebastian sniggered quietly.

"And all they find is each other. Fools."

"And a boggart," Sebastian added.

"A boggart?"

"Think they might need a little scare as well. There's one in a cupboard in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, I'm sure I can manage to relocate it… temporarily."

Ominis smirked as he idly stirred the contents of his cauldron, wondering how best to entice the two Gryffindor boys in the letters.

"Your potion appears to be burnt, Gaunt. Pay more attention next time, please," Professor Sharp barked from behind him.

Ominis and Sebastian spent the afternoon writing the two letters for Garreth and Leander in a quiet corner of the Slytherin common room. Both asked them to come to the bell tower that evening after dinner, feigning interest in their respective hobbies. Sebastian had convinced Ominis to wait for them, hiding out of sight under the stairs of the tower as to not miss the chaos that was sure to ensue. They delivered the letters to the perplexed owls being asked to deliver letters to the great hall at dinnertime and slipped away from the meal early.

Sebastian nudged Ominis and whispered, "They've just got their letters. They both look so proud."

They reached the tower, casting disillusionment charms and crouching uncomfortably beneath the wooden staircase that led to the top of the tower, below the bells. Ominis leaned against an old crate, waiting impatiently.

Garreth came first, humming to himself as he climbed the stairs. The second set of footsteps came a minute afterwards as Ominis and Sebastian waited and listened intently.

"Weasley, what are you doing here?"

"Prewett?"

Sebastian had his hand over his mouth to muffle the sound of his laughing. It wouldn't be long until they noticed the third note stuck to the trunk and Ominis' heart pounded in anticipation. A faint muttering came from above them as the two boys conversed, probably baffled by the turn of events, then a loud creak and two echoing screams rang through the tower.

"It's a bloody werewolf!" Garreth Weasley was shouting hysterically as the sets of footsteps clattered down the stairs.

"Out of the way, Weasley!"

"Oof!"

Sebastian was clutching Ominis' arm as the two descended into hysterics, the Gryffindors shoving each other and running absolutely terrified from the room.

The plan only had one downside—the idiot Gryffindors thought that she had been the one to lure them to the tower and humiliate them. Ominis heard the ugly encounter outside of charms the next morning.

"What did you think you were doing, setting a boggart on us?" Leander hissed.

The students in the queue for the classroom ceased their conversations to listen in on the exchange, creating an uneasy silence in the corridor.

"What are you talking about?"

"We both got your letters, it wasn't funny," Garreth said in a slightly hurt tone.

Ominis begged to differ. It was funny, though this part was much more uncomfortable to witness. Though he didn’t much fancy owning up to the prank, he had little choice—he wouldn’t let her take the blame on his behalf.

“It wasn’t her,” Ominis said into the silence.

“You?” Garreth asked.

Ominis nodded, adjusting his stance and keeping a hand hovering over his wand in his robe pocket.

“Just a little lesson in courtesy. She’d made it clear she wasn’t interested,” Ominis replied.

The exchange was thankfully interrupted by the arrival of Professor Ronen who ushered the students into his classroom.

“This isn’t the end of this,” Leander whispered into Ominis’ ear.

Ominis turned from the fuming Gryffindors, seating himself as far away from their muttering as he could. The seat next to him was filled, but the sound and scent wasn’t Sebastian—it was her. Ominis felt his chest tighten as he prepared for the ambush, but it never came.

“Did you really set a boggart on them?” she whispered.

“They just happened to find it,” he said evasively, fondly remembering the screams echoing in the tower.

She tittered quietly next to him and Ominis relaxed, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Thanks, Ominis,” she said, laying a warm hand on his arm.

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alloftheimaginesblog · 9 months

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Headcanons for being an American transfer student who comes to Hogwarts, gets sorted into Gryffindor and slowly falls in love with Harry Potter...

It's odd being a fifth year and getting sorted with all of the first years, it's oddly comical towering over all of the nervous eleven year olds.

You've researched Hogwarts so you know a bit about the different houses. Truthfully, you don't mind which house you're sorted into but you're pleased when the hat shouts 'Gryffindor!'.

A boy with startlingly green eyes and circle glasses catches your eye and grins widely at you. He gestures for you to come and sit near him as there's a space.

You find out that his name is Harry Potter and his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley introduce themselves to you.

"Is that a scar?" You ask him curiously, "What did you do, get struck by lightning?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione asks, "Do you not know about Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort?"

You shrug, "I mean, I know a tiny but about Voldemort but not much... Why? Are you famous, Harry?"

You don't know anything about Harry which is really rather refreshing for him. "Nah," Harry says shaking his head, "Not really." You find out after a few days all about his past with Voldemort but it's nice for him to be normal and have a normal conversation that's not about Voldemort.

Immediately, he fancies you. He likes your accent, like your laugh. He thinks you're gorgeous.

The Golden Trio take you under their wing introducing you to Hogwarts and all its secrets.

When you finally find out about Voldemort and Harry, you're in utter shock. You can't get over that Harry is so young and he has the weight of the world upon his shoulders. He likes your appreciation and he also likes that you give him a tight hug and tell him that if he ever needs to talk then you're here for him.

Hermione gives him knowing smiles every time you're near him. She knows that he fancies you. She also knows that you're beginning to feel something for him too.

The four of you are inseparable, it's like you've always been in Hogwarts with them. You're so glad that you were sorted into Gryffindor and you're so glad Harry beckoned you over to sit with them.

You visit Hogsmeade with them and Harry surprises you by buying you some sugar quills which he soon learns are your favourites. He grins when your face bursts into one of pure excitement and you hug him tightly.

He smells nice; very woodsy, mixed with cologne and a hint of firewood.

You find yourself excited to see Harry, always giggling and nervous when around him. You confide in Hermione your feelings and Hermione can't stop smiling.

"I think you should tell Harry how you're feeling," Hermione says with a twinkle in her eye, "He might surprise you."

You don't tell Harry. You almost do quite a few times but you get too nervous and chicken out.

When Dumbledore's Army is established, you're obviously in and you can't wait to learn lots of new spells and tricks.

Harry's so proud of when you start to pick up the different spells and charms.

After one meeting, you stay a few minutes late to help Harry tidy. Ron was going to help too but Hermione grabbed him by the arm and drags him out, giving Harry a pointed look.

He's nervous and he stammers and stutters over his words but you understand what he's trying to say and in response, you kiss him. You were put in Gryffindor for a reason, you can be brave when you need to be.

The two of you return to Gryffindor Common Room grinning, holding hands and giggling like two lovesick puppies.

Hermione cheers and Ron claps him on the back proudly.

From then on, you're his as he is yours and the two of you are so protective over the other, always sticking up for the other whether it be against Malfoy or Umbridge or even risking your life to save him against Voldemort. No matter what, the two of you stay together.

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licorice-lips · 5 days

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Okay, so I was thinking about Snape and although I'm avoiding like hell speaking online about Harry Potter, I think it needs to be said because it falls onto the rest of fantastical literature as well, especially those stories that have parallels to fascism/nazism/colonialism in their magical world.

I'd like to start by saying I don't like Snape for a variety of reasons, some of them because of Rowling, others because of the character himself, and others because of his fans, but today I'd like to talk about how Snape's Redemption Arc actually sucks and why, and also about how we're treating redemption arcs as a whole.

Okay, so let's begin by making a sort of timeline on Snape's life: he grew up in an abusive household, suffered bullying by the Marauders through school years, bullied other students as well, called his best friend a slur, "apologized", joined a fascist hate group that actively persecuted and hurt people for things they had no control of, acted on behalf of this group for years, turned against the hate group not out of morals but because their actions began to threaten the people he cared about (like they always said they would, how shocking), bullied his teenage students as a grown adult, acted as a spy against the hate group when it came back, died.

Right, so before I dive into all those things, what we also have to add is that Art isn't made in a vacuum. Just like science can never be done by a completely neutral party, our productions of art are completely based off of our views, especially when we're talking about writing. As a writer myself, I can see exactly how my experiences as a person in the context I was born and grew up in affect my writing and my production of art.

For example, it's very common that I find enemies calling themselves by their last names in American/European fiction but in Brasil, we don't normally call people by their last names unless it's very unique and as a nickname. So when I write enemies, they always call each other by their first names, simply because it doesn't feel right to me any other way. On a more serious example, most of the countries in my fantasy books have some history of colonization or dictatorship because it's a part of my history and I feel it's impacts to this day, so it's something that reflects my own thoughts and ideas in politics.

So when we talk about Snape as a character, we cannot escape the fact that Rowling created him. And as a European author, it's more than clear —and that's especially obvious to people who suffer under colonization to this day— that Rowling has a deeply ingrained colonizer mentality. The goblins in Gringots are a clear and problematic representation of Jewish people, the domestic elves LIKING being enslaved and not changing the status quo by the end of the books, and even Hermione being ridiculed for her militancy on it — these are all representative of how Rowling views the world.

Although there's more, all of those examples make it clear that, when she looks at fascist ideology as a whole, Rowling doesn't think the ideology itself is the problem: the ending is the depiction of them getting rid of the "bad apples" instead of making the "roots of the tree" healthy again is parallel to blaming bad individuals for a system that is corrupted and therefore corrupts. So basically, what the Harry Potter books tell us by the end is that it's okay for you to perpetuate a racist system, just don't do it so openly. The problem for her is not the system, but these people she considers "bad apples" which is basically right-wing ideology.

And my problem with Snape starts here: because Rowling sees purist views as an acceptable way of thinking as long as you don't kill people because of it (because for some reason that's a step too far — but when the system oppresses, beat down, and hates on marginalized people, that's okay) — in her mind and in her writing, Snape's ideological affiliation earlier on in his life is not that big of a problem, especially when he "changes sides".

Snape's active participation in a hate group is dangerously and irresponsibly downplayed both by Rowling and by Snape's apologists and fans when this is, in reality, one of the two greatest offenses his character has to compensate for in his "Redemption Arc". So when he hesitates at nine yo to say to Lily that being a Muggleborn doesn't make a difference (even when he knows it does in a practical sense of what's happening in the Wizarding World), when he despises Petuney for being a Muggle, when he says to Lily that what he, Mulciber and their "death eaters" friends did to Mary McDonald was "just a laugh (btw, I'm sure the Marauders also think what they did was "just a laugh" as well), all of this is not only extremely reprehensible, it's the kind of thing that makes a fascist, a fascist.

And it's not that I don't believe teenagers cannot change their minds and grow with more ease than adults, it's just that this alone would've been enough grounds to understand why Snape's redemption arc sucks. His beliefs from early on, even before he goes to Hogwarts, are extremely problematic and hateful, and they uphold the very corrupted system that is perpetuated against Muggle-borns in the Wizarding World.

Then we reach the point I wanted to make: it's very clear throughout the books that child and teenager Snape struggles with feelings of deep hatred against his parents (especially his father, who's a Muggle), inadequacy in social life even among his peers (wizards and witches) and isolation, all of which make a person undeniably vulnerable to extremist ideology.

And here's my first issue with Snape and his Redemption Arc: his trauma and feelings should not be an excuse for his bad choices and yet, they are used exactly as such. Yes, Snape was an impressionable teenager and yes, he was influenced by an ideology in his desperation to fit in and find solace in a community, but that doesn't matter.

None of it matters because, at the end of the day, his actions for this ideology are just as harmful, just as awful, just as cruel, as the actions of someone who joined the Death Eaters for thoroughly believing Muggleborns were scum. He harmed people just as much as Yaxley, Mulciber, or any other Death Eater who joined Voldemort for their hatred just for his support alone.

And more than that, even if Snape was in a vulnerable state and impressionable, he was still receiving other kinds of influences, influences that were contrary to the bigotry and cruelty of Voldemort — and he still chose to ignore those influences. There was still a level of choice to what he became as a young adult.

But even if there wasn't, Snape is —or at least he should be— responsible for his own choices regardless of influence. As they say in the Kingdom of Heaven film, when you're before God and he asks you why you did something, you won't be able to say that others told you to do so or that it wasn't convenient to do the right thing — it'll not be enough. And it's not enough because your actions matter more than your intentions. Your actions will be the thing that will determine what happens next, not your intentions. It'll be actions that will shape your path and influence or directly impact the path of others around you, not your intentions.

The older I get, the more I understand the power of action and how it says more than any intention or feeling ever will. At the end of it, Snape's actions are what matters, not his feelings or intentions. But as humans, we're so prone to empathize with others that we actually believe that, because someone feels guilty or regrets the things they did, that's enough to forgive them.

We forget that it's not.

Earning forgiveness must come with 5 major steps —

Accountability — do they acknowledge the way their actions hurt us? Do they acknowledge the way they hurt us? Do they acknowledge their role in our pain?

Apologies — do they apologize? Is their apology sincere? Do they hold themselves accountable in their apologies?

Acceptance — do they feel entitled to forgiveness? Do they accept the consequences of their actions? Do they accept the boundaries you impose on the path to forgiveness?

Amends — Did they take steps to mend what's broken? Do they make choices to prevent them from doing this again? Do they try to help without crossing your boundaries?

Alteration — Did they change the behavior that hurt you? Did they take steps to improve themselves?

Those steps are fundamental in a Redemption Arc because it'll exemplify to the (young) readers what is forgivable and how forgiveness is earned, not deserved. That's what grits me the most about Snape's "Redemption Arc":

There is no accountability, at least not for joining and upholding a hate group, and we kinda get accountability for what he did in his friendship with Lily, but in a fucked up way, let's see:

It was nighttime. Lily, who was wearing a dressing gown, stood with her arms folded in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady, at the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. “I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here.” “I was. I would have done. I never meant to call you Mudblood, it just – ” “Slipped out?” There was no pity in Lily’s voice. “It’s too late. I’ve made excuses for you for years. None of my friends can understand why I even talk to you. You and your precious little Death Eater friends – you see, you don’t even deny it! You don’t even deny that’s what you’re all aiming to be! You can’t wait to join You-Know-Who, can you?” He opened his mouth, but closed it without speaking. “I can’t pretend anymore. You’ve chosen your way, I’ve chosen mine.” “No – listen, I didn’t mean – ” “ – to call me Mudblood? But you call everyone of my birth Mudblood, Severus. Why should I be any different?”

It's very important to me that we dissect this piece of dialog because it shows a lot about Snape and how every time he's tried to apologize, there's no accountability.

He didn't say he's sorry he said that slur (to LILY and only Lily, might I add, when at all would've been ideal but I'll have some leniency because of the situation) — he's said he's sorry, but not for what he has done, just for Lily. He didn't take responsibility for his words as he should — he says it 'slipped out' or that 'he didn't mean, again just to LIly.

He accepted no boundaries Lily tried to impose — sleeping outside Gryffindor? Really?

Most importantly of all, he took absolutely ZERO steps to alter his behavior so that he could never harm someone again like he harmed Lily. And that's very important, I cannot begin to explain how: when we regret doing something, the most fundamental step to take in change.

Change is fundamental to forgiveness but it shouldn't be conditioned by it. If we regret doing something harmful, the first thing to do is to change our behavior. Instead, Snape not only doesn't change his problematic behavior, he doubles down on it, joining the hate group Lily pointed out as one of the main problems in why their relationship couldn't continue, acting in the name of said group for years and only backing down on it when Lily is threatened.

And that reveals something about Snape's worldview: for him, since that day he called Lily a slur, the problem wasn't that he was a bigoted piece of shit (like Lily said it was), the problem, in his head, was that he hurt Lily. And that's not true. The problem is, one hundred percent, his bigoted behavior, and Lily says as much, more than one time. He just does not listen to it. He doesn't listen to her.

More than that, though, you can try to point out that he redeems himself by acting against Voldemort but I'm sorry: what Snape did is not enough. He was part — and believed in — a hate group, it's not enough that he changes sides not because of values, but because one person who is being threatened is dear to him (which was the whole prerogative anyway so I failed to see how he's even surprised by this). You can say that this is good or honorable or "love" but it's not cute to base your entire life around one person.

It's not honorable to prioritize one person over a whole world he was threatening before and not caring at all about them. Disregarding other human beings in favor of one is not as pretty as people think it is and Snape represents this very well: it makes you bitter, it makes you become abusive, cruel, a bully to everyone else. It's not pretty, it's not understandable. Be a fucking decent human being, it's actually not that hard.

But I digress again: my point is, that just because Snape regrets the things he has done for Voldemort (not even out of morals, which drives me mad) it doesn't mean he deserves forgiveness. He doesn't and he hasn't earned it, he didn't even try. Actually, he's so stuck in his regret, he's harmful because of it: guilt is a trap, babes. It sucks you in if you let it and makes you miserable as well as anyone around you. You'll be so remorseful and yet you'll hurt people because of it.

And it's the same thing I've been saying since the beginning: we need to stop associating feelings with deserving forgiveness because you don't deserve forgiveness, you earn it. Either you earn it from someone else, from yourself, or from both, but either way, it's earned, not deserved. If I were to excuse my harmful behavior every time just because I regretted doing something instead of earning their forgiveness by taking steps to apologize to the people I've hurt, I would be compared to my father all the time. And THAT would've been an insult.

Anyway, let's just stop feeling sorry for characters, especially fascists, just because they regret something. Please, let us hold our characters accountable for the shit they've done adequately and make our writers actually put in the work to make them earn the forgiveness they crave instead of just wallowing in their own misery, stuck forever in a vortex of hurting and being hurt that sucks people in. It's not a good example for us readers, it's not a good example of behavior, it's not what a good person who did shitty things should strive to be and we shouldn't think it is.

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Game of death~M.R x !fem! reader

not proof read so sorry for any mistakes!

Warnings: obsessive ex bf mattheo, mentions of death (murder), smut towards the end, fowl language, slight arguing, manipulative mattheo i think? uses of a knife and mentions of blood, bitting, rough mattheo,all acts are consensual. i think that’s all, don’t like it don’t read it, it’s sorta dark, so there for if it makes you uncomfortable don’t read it.

A/N: ahhhh, now that i have the warnings done with, i wanna say a big thanks to everyone who supported me on my first 2 mattheo stories, it really gave me a confidence boost to write more and that means a lot to me thank you so much<3 thank you for reading this, much love <3 ——————————————————————————

I had been avoiding him since this morning not wanting to see him after the heated argument we had, the words that were said are raising through my mind, as i sat on the cold stone floor of the astronomy tower, lighting a cigarette placing it in between my lips, it only reminding me of him since this is exactly where i smoked my first cigarette, with him to be exact.

“fuck you mattheo i’m done, we’re done.”

i heard that on repeat in my head, did i really break up with him? i wonder what he’s doing right now, probably already shagging some other girl.

i sighed and put my cigarette out on the ground and then began walking down the stairs, making my way to the halls of the huge school. once i entered them, the chatter of the first years filled my ears making smile, remembering my first year when i first met fred, my best friend before i started dating mattheo in fourth year.

that’s when everything changed, i was so happy at first, it was like any other cute relationship, we were so infatuated with each other, that we couldn’t leave each other alone, we were always together, always touching each other in some way, if it was his hand on the small of my back, the subtle circles he would rub on my thighs during class, the hand holding under the tables at breakfast and dinner, the subtle touches in the hall way, the sneaking to his dorm every night, to sleep. that’s when it hit me, i haven’t went three years without sleeping in his embrace, without sitting next to him during breakfast and dinner, not studying in the library with him which normally just turned into us acting like complete idiots.

as soon as i walked into the great hall i could feel my vision getting blurry, singling tears were about to fall, but i took a deep breath and blinked the tears away, walking with my head held high, walking right past the slytherin table where mattheo sat with draco and adrian talking, i felt all three of there eyes on me, when i walked past them walking to the gryffindor table.

walking up behind fred putting my hands over his eyes saying “guess who?” which he laughed and pulled my hands off his eyes turning around seeing me, standing up hugging me, he’s grown tons since the last time we talked he used to be my height, but now he was almost like 6’3 having tons of inches on me.

“someone’s staring” he whispered in my ear before he pulled away

i turned around seeing mattheo with a clenched jaw making it blatantly obvious he was staring, i rolled my eyes and turned back around to fred when he patted the spot in between him and george making me giggle and sit down.

breakfast went by faster than usual, due to all the talking amongst me and the twins, that’s when dumbledore announced that breakfast was over and to head to our first classes of the day, fred groaned standing up putting his hand out to help me get off the bench, which he always used to do before, making me realize he hasn’t changed as much as i thought he would.

“god y/n you reek of cigarettes, do you wanna come to mine and freddie’s dorm and put our cologne on or something” george said walking on my other side

“yeah y/n have you been smoking or something?” fred asked

“yeah that dimwit over there got me started and i haven’t been able to stop since” i said pointing towards mattheo looking up at fred who was smirking down at me

“ wanna make him jealous georgie?” fred said smirking at george

“oh definitely” george smirked

fred reached his arm around my waist possessively, and george grabbed my hand walking a little further in front of me saying loud enough for most of the slytherin table to hear “come back to our dorm darling we will take good care of you” smirking and looking over at draco and winking, causing draco’s lips to fall apart and lean over to whisper something to mattheo, who muttered something to draco and clenched his jaw tighter if that was possible.

once we walked out of the great hall, we all laughed, george leaning down to put his arm on my shoulders, when we heard the great hall for open causing us to turn around to draco walking behind us, which we just shrugged off and kept walking to the gryffindor common room.

which we arrived draco was still following us which just made it funnier, fred said the password opening the door allowing me to walk in first the twins after, the door closing loudly after.

we walked up the stairs to the boys dormitory, and made it to the twins dorm, george opening the door for me this time, allowing me to walk in, the twins following after again, fred walked over to his dresser and through me a bottle of cologne which i sprayed on my body fast.

“no need to rush y/n you can be late” george laughed

“mattheos gonna think we had a threesome if i am late, plus ferret boys probably waiting for me outside” i laughed

“i mean we could make him think that” fred said

“only if you wanted to tho” george added

“fuck it cmon make me look like i just had a threesum” i said causing fred to look at george and then walk over to me.

fred loosened my tie, while george messed up my makeup a tad bit, smearing my lip stick a little only noticeable if you’re really staring which i knew he would be, smudging my mascara under my eyes a bit, and then fred fluffed my hair up and made it a little messes.

they looked at me and then at each other and then fred said “yeah you look fucked out” and george nodded in agreement making me giggle, and pull a back of cigarettes out of my bag.

“can i?” i asked softly

“yeah just open the window, and blow it out” fred nodded sitting down on his bed

i walked over to there window seal and sat down, sliding the window open, and then lighting the cigarette taking a big puff and then blowing it out the window, then i heard a knock at the door followed with “fred and george weasley are you smoking in there, oh moms gonna love to hear about this” i guessed it was genny and then the door swung open and i was correct.

she looked around seeing fred laying on his bed while george was sitting at the foot and then me sitting on the window seal.

“oh um am i interrup- im just gonna go” she said quickly shutting the door, making me laugh and george said “totally looks fucked out”.

i looked at my watch and saw it was 8:20 i was 20 minutes late to class, and i have been in here for about 30 minutes saying how i got here at 7:50.

i sighed and put my cigarette out putting it back in the box, and the jumping off the window seal, only for the back of my tights to get caught on a nail, and then rip, ripping the whole back open.

“fuck” i muttered feeling at the back of my thighs

“it’s okay y/n it adds to the look” fred said smirking and i just smiled at him, grabbing his cologne again and spraying more on me, i probably reeked of it now, but then i gathered all my things and took a deep breath standing in front of the twins saying “how do i look”.

“great” they said at the same time

“okay i’m gonna go, bye guys” i said walking towards the door

“here let me walk you to the common room door” fred said to me

he got up off the bed, and walked towards his dorm door opening it for me once again, and then walking down the stairs into the common room, seeing ron and genny on the couch looking at me wide eyed meaning george and fred were right, i did look fucked out.

fred opened the common room door hugging me and then kissing my cheek saying “later y/n” which i replied with a simple “bye” and walked out seeing draco leaned up against the wall just seeing the whole thing.

“took you long enough y/n exactly thirty five minutes” he said walking beside me

“yeah and? what are you my body guard” i snarled

“the point is you’re thirty minutes late to class and a certain someone isn’t gonna be happy” he said whispering the last part

i didn’t say anything, which caused him to continue saying “and he’s not gonna be happy how you look, look like a dirty little slut” he said annoyed.

“like i care” i said

“oh you will” he said smirking

“no i won’t, plus this is my class bye draco” i said grabbing the door handle rolling my eyes walking into the class room, causing all eyes to go to me, which caused everyone to look at me wide eyed.

“Miss y/ln you’re forty minutes late” professor lupin said

“yes i know i’m so sorry i got caught up in my dorm doing work for snapes class” i lied

“i’ll let it slide this time because i know how strict he can be, please take your sit by mr riddle and began working” he said looking back down at the papers he was grading, i sighed and walked to my seat by mattheo.

once i sat down i felt his eyes on me i turned and looked at him, and locked eyes with him, and then rolled my eyes looking back down rummaging through my bag, trying to find my quill getting interrupted by his deep voice.

“where the fuck were you y/n” he asked

“why don’t you ask your pet ferret i bet he could tell you” i snapped back

“just tell me” he said

“oh yeah and you should probably keep him on a shorter leash he told me i looked like a dirty little slut and i know how that makes you feel” i said sending him a fake smile

“he said what” he said raising his eye brows at me

“he said “he’s not gonna be happy, with how you look like a dirty little slut” so yeah he basically called me a dirty slut” i said mocking draco

“ you do look like a slut but he has no place to tell you that” mattheo said clenching his fist

“and you do” i asked rolling my eyes

“i do saying how you’re my girlfriend” he said calmly

“ex girlfriend mattheo we’re done i’m serious” i said making lowly chuckle

“alright y/n well come to my door later and get your things then” he said looking back down at his paper

i chuckled lowly, getting to work on my paper, until i felt a thigh on my hand, and when i looked down, i saw his cut up and bruised knuckles, immediately remembering how he smashed a mirror during this morning’s argument.

i just shrugged it off continuing to work on my paper, as i felt his hand rise, stopping as soon as he felt the ripped part of my tights, looking up at me, examining my face then pressing the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“did you fuck them” he asked angrily

“i dont know ask draco” i said not looking up from my paper

“okay let me rephrase that who did you fuck y/n” he said sternly

“i don’t know mattheo, it could have been fred, maybe george fuck it could have been both of them, or maybe even draco” i said glancing over at him

“tell me y/n” he said tightly grabbing my arm

“you’re hurting me” i said looking over at him

“who was it y/n” he said tightening his grip even more cutting off the circulation in my lower arm

“you’re hurting me theo” i said my voice cracking

“tell me who and ill stop” he said leaning towards me

“no body, i didn’t sleep with anyone, i smoked a cigarette and talked with the twins, i didn’t do anything now please let me go” i said looking up at him, a bit freighted because i’ve never seen him like this before.

he let go roughly and looked back down at his paper working again i rubbed my arm gently until i heard “stop acting like it hurt you bitch, you know i’d never fucking hurt you”.

“yeah well you just did” i said lifting my sleeve to see the red mark, and to no surprise there was, bright crimson red, showing every outline of his fingers, he glanced over at it and rolled his eyes.

then lupin stood up, dismissing class, which i just decided to go my dorm not wanting to deal with mattheo anymore.

once i made it in more dorm, i changed into a tank top and pajama shorts and cuddled into my bed, closing my eyes.

right when i was about to fall asleep, i heard a sharp knock at my door, i sighed and stood up walking over to my door opening it and seeing him standing there.

he pushed through me and walked into my dorm.

“yeah come in” i said sarcastically

“y/n you’re mine, you made that clear after the three years we spent together” he mumbled

“no mattheo i broke up with you, things are over, im tired of you lashing out at me and then breaking things” i said which made him sigh and walk over to me

“see y/n, i fear of losing you, because if i do i will tear the world apart trying to get you back, leaving a trail of bodies behind me, just so you know i’m coming darling.” he said lowly

in all honesty that shouldn’t have been as hot as it was but i pushed that feeling away and said “mattheo no” and with that he smashed his lips into mine, i pulled away from him, but then went right back in, he was right earlier when he said “you’ll be back my love”.

he was also right when he said i was his, because i was, i was always going to be his.

the kiss immediately got very heated, it was filled with anger and desperation, clothes were quickly disagreed, leaving both of us in our undergarments, that’s when he began kissing down my jaw.

“you. are. fucking. mine.” he said in between kisses

i didn’t say anything, instead just threw my head back, giving him more access, and at the same time the scent of fred’s cologne filled his nose.

which made him pull away from my neck and roughly wrapped his fingers around it squeezed cutting off my airway, then he roughly pulled my face towards his, close enough our noses were touching.

“you’re a whore you know that baby?” he snarled

when i didn’t answer he tightened his grip and said “use the manners i taught you”.

“yes i’m a whore” i said barley audible

“what was that?” he said loosing his grip

“i’m a whore” i said in between deep breaths

“good girl” he sad lightly tapping the side of my face

he then shoved me roughly backwards, causing me to fall on my bed, at this moment he took the opportunity to remove my panties, and threw them somewhere behind him, and then he hovered over my body, kissing me roughly, and began moving down my body, then when he reached my stomach, he bit down, hard.

which made me gasp because of the sudden pain, which quickly turned to pleasure, and he continued doing this, leaving bite marks down my stomach, some purple and red, and others had little drops of crimson blood coming out of them.

he then moved to my inner thighs bitting them, insanely hard, causing a lot more blood to come out them before, then he kissed where i needed him most, which made me throw my head back and moan lightly, he worked his tongue up and down my slit, and then sucked harshly on my clit, pushing two fingers into my hole, scissoring, and curling them.

just as the coil in my lower stomach was about to snap, he pulled away smirking at me, which made me whine and close my legs, rubbing my thighs together to get some sort of friction.

then he began walking towards my desk, getting into the top left drawer, is when i immediately knew what he was getting, my knife.

“care to open your legs again for me darling?” he asked turning around that’s when i saw it in his hand and i knew, and when i didn’t open my legs for him he walked over to me roughly parting them, saying “okay then i’ll do it for you”.

he flipped open the blade, and pushed it on my inner thigh and then began dragging it up to my hip, and looked up and me and i nodded and that’s when he started pushing, forming a M and then an R into my skin, not deep enough to really hurt me, but deep enough to scar, for a while.

i looked down and saw M.R carved into my hip dripping blood down onto my black bed sheets. i looked up at him and shook my head.

he gripped my jaw and then pulled my face close to his and said “mine forever now” and then kissed me roughly.

then i felt him enter me, with one harsh thrust, he didn’t give me any time to adjust, instead just started roughly pounding into me, in which i slammed my hip down into his matching his thrust, magnifying the pleasure.

the coil quickly formed in my stomach, threatening to snap, which made me clench around him which caused him to groan loudly and say “fuck squeezing me just like a vice baby” between his teeth.

and that’s when i felt his member twitch and then the coil snapped causing me to squeeze him more if that was even possibly, which was mattheos breaking point, he bottomed out, shooting his seed deep inside of me.

“i love you” i said quietly

“i love you too darling” he said pulling out of me and then kissed my forehead before walking into my dorm bathroom.

mattheo walked back into the room, with a wet washcloth in his hand, he gently cleaned my sensitive cunt, and then cleaned his initials, and then the few bite marks that broke then skin.

he then threw the washcloth onto the floor and climbed into bed behind me, pulling my body close to his, and wrapping his arms around my waist, snuggling into the crook of my neck.

“i’m sorry for hurting you in class” he said kissing my collar bone

“it’s okay” i said tired

“go to sleep my love i’ll be here when you wake up i promise” he said and with that i let my body drift off into a deep sleep

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Brumous Sneak Peek!

You all are going to hate me. 🤣🤣🤣

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Essence

Ginny chewed on her bottom lip, her eyes staring at the clock on the wall in Gryffindor Tower. The time ticked by excruciatingly slow to the point where Ginny was certain the fucking clock was broken and a week had actually passed. Maybe even a month. Fuck, with the way she felt, maybe a bloody year.

Harry never returned to school after his procedure. He also had not contacted her or Ron on the mirror. Ginny knew she hadn’t missed a call, because she made sure to keep her mirror on her all day. She was fairly certain Ron had as well. Ron sat pensively next to her, oddly stoic the entire evening. He hadn’t even cracked a smile at Demelza’s inappropriate Demiguise joke that she knew would normally have him in stitches. If Ron was worried, then it must be bad.

By midnight, Ginny’s friends and Cepheus called it a night. Ginny stayed stubbornly in her spot, not feeling like sleeping when she had no idea if Harry was even alive or not. Crossing her arms over her chest, she settled in for the long haul. How could she sleep in her bed without Harry right now? She knew she’d be plagued with nightmares the entire night.

Ginny was in her right mind to call Sirius. She wondered how awkward that would be. Would Harry call her parents for an update on her? Honestly, he’d probably just head for the Burrow himself, but Ginny wasn’t exactly sure where their new house was in Seifton. She supposed she could grab Cepheus and demand he tell her. Or she could call Sirius. That seemed like the best bet. She knew Sirius. She had chatted and joked with him plenty of times over the past couple of years. It wouldn’t be awkward at all.

“We should call Sirius,” Ginny decided.

Ron glanced at her. “Do you think he’d tell us anything?”

Ginny huffed. “Of course, he will!”

Ron scooted closer to her as Ginny held the mirror up so they were both in the glass. At this point, she didn’t even care if she woke Sirius up. It’s not like he slept anyways. She just needed to hear Harry was all right.

“Sirius Black,” Ginny said, her jaw setting.

Ginny tapped her foot, waiting for Sirius to answer the bloody mirror. A few seconds went by and she called his name again. A beat passed and their reflections disappeared and all Ginny saw was darkness.

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engie-ivy · 2 years

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(Wolfstar Get-Together Fluff, for @wolfstarmicrofic)

27th: Malevolent

Sirius failed his best subject and cannot go to Hogsmeade, and Remus is a little hurt that he seems to care so little about their plans.

Bogus

“I’ve said I’m sorry!”

“And how does that help me?”

Sirius throws up his hands. “Well, I don’t know what else you want from me!”

Remus places his hands on his hips. “I don’t want you to think you can just screw up, say sorry, and then it’s all good again!”

“This isn’t fun for me either, Remus.”

Remus scoffs. “Then you should’ve thought about that sooner.”

To understand why Remus is so upset, you must know that Sirius is great with animals, uncannily great. Of course, he’s an Animagus, and being able to become an animal himself makes it easier to connect with them, especially with dogs. But Sirius has also bonded with all the cats in the Gryffindor tower, plus there’s a Kneazle living near Hogsmeade that Remus would swear sometimes does chores for him, although Sirius still denies this. Furthermore, while owls are excellent for sending letters and a pigeon can occasionally be convinced, Sirius can get any bird to deliver his mail. Remus still remembers the shock of suddenly seeing a bloody parrot in his windowsill (and still vividly remembers the sharpness of his beak, as he did not get along with the animal as well as Sirius). James will often joke that Sirius could probably even befriend a Hippogriff if he wanted, that’s how great he is with animals.

So, Sirius is the only one of the Marauders, and one of the few Hogwarts students in general, who’s taking Care of Magical Creatures at a NEWT level, to his parents’ great dismay, as according to them, it’s only a small step above Muggle Studies. Needless to say, Sirius excels in Care of Magical Creatures, though of course there’s little Sirius doesn’t excel at, but when it comes to Care of Magical Creatures, he’s a straight O student.

Until now, that is.

Sirius got a Dreadful on his latest essay, which means he failed so bad he needs to spend the weekend helping professor Kettleburn with chores for extra credit to make up for his poor performance.

Normally, Remus wouldn’t really care if Sirius is stupid enough to ruin his perfect record by bungling his work, but the thing is, this weekend is the last Hogsmeade weekend of the school year, and both James and Peter managed to get dates, so Remus and Sirius were supposed to go together, and Remus had really been excited for it.

Remus knows that someone as brilliant as Sirius, for whom everything always comes easy, would never fail an essay in his best subject unless he wasn’t really trying.

And that hurts.

“I know it sucks,” Sirius sighs. “But these things happen, Remus.”

It hurts that Sirius didn’t care that he and Remus had plans, that Remus had been counting on those plans, that Remus now has no one to go with. (And that Remus’ heart broke into a million pieces knowing that Sirius cares so little about something that meant so much to him, but Sirius can’t care about that, because he must never find out about that)

“Stop acting like you had no control over it,” Remus snaps. “You could’ve seen this coming, you could’ve avoided it, if you had really wanted.”

“Yes, okay, I screwed up, it’s all my fault!”

Remus crosses his arms over his chest and looks away. “I had just really been looking forward to it, that’s all.”

Sirius averts his eyes. “Yeah,” he says softly. “Yeah, I know.”

When Remus wakes up the next morning, the Hogsmeade Saturday, he feels guilty. Maybe Sirius had a bad day, maybe he really did try, maybe he was already feeling like crap for failing, and then Remus had gone and made it worse.

Remus slept late, as he has nowhere to go today anyway. Sirius left early already for his extra credit work, which they refer to as detention, though professor Kettleburn has made it clear that it’s not a punishment, but an extra chance.

At breakfast, Remus decides that maybe later he’ll walk into Hogsmeade on his own, so that first he can go and ask Sirius if he can bring him anything, by means of a peace offering.

“Hello, professor.”

Professor Kettleburn turns around from where he was helping a young Knarl drink some milk. “Oh, hello. Mr Lupin, right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Remus replies. “I was looking for Sirius Black?”

“Ah, I’m afraid you just missed him! I sent him to feed the Thestrals.” Professor Kettleburn smiles. “Shouldn’t you be in Hogsmeade with your classmates?”

“Ah, well, I was supposed to go with Sirius...”

“Right, of course.” Professor Kettleburn looks a bit embarrassed. “Sorry about that. I really wish I didn’t have to make him do this during his weekend. I even gave him some extra days to work on the assignment, hoping I could just let him pass. I mean, he’s the best student I ever had! To be honest, I think I can learn more from him than he from me, at this point,” he chuckles, but then he sighs deeply. “But he truly left me no choice.”

“His essay was that bad, huh?”

Professor Kettleburn huffs. “What he wrote cannot be called an essay.”

“What did he write then?” Remus asks, still curious how Sirius could’ve failed, despite himself.

“Bogus.”

Remus frowns. “What was so bogus about it?”

Professor Kettleburn shakes his head. “No, I mean that’s literally what he wrote. He handed in a piece of parchment with only the word ‘bogus’ written on it.”

Remus’ stomach sinks. So Sirius didn’t have a bad day, he actually didn’t even try. He really didn’t even think about their weekend. Or, a treacherous voice in the back of Remus’ mind whispers, maybe he was thinking about it, and purposely got himself detention so he wouldn’t have to go with you. Maybe he knows about your pathetic little crush and feels uncomfortable being alone with you.

“I mean,” professor Kettleburn continues, though Remus is so lost in thought he’s barely listening. “It’s not my favourite topic either, and granted, the literature in the matter is somewhat outdated, but it’s obligated material for the NEWTs, so it’s not like I can just allow him to skip it! Also, regardless of Mr Black’s thoughts on the matter, it’s still a prevalent belief that detaining Lycanthropes is the best way to-”

Remus snaps his head up. “Wait, what?”

“That was what the essay should’ve been about,” professor Kettleburn explains. “ ‘Preventative Detainment and Constrainment as Methods for Dealing with Malevolent Lycanthropes’. And even after handing in that single word parchment, I still gave him a three-day extension as a final chance to complete the assignment, but Mr Black just point blankly refused to write even a single word on the topic!” Professor Kettleburn shakes his head. “Truly such a shame. He had a perfect record before this. With that, he might’ve had a chance at an internship with Newt Scamander himself!”

Remus stares at him wide-eyed. “He got detention, ruined his perfect record, missed out on a rare opportunity... because he refused to write negatively on Lycanthropes?” He asks in a small voice.

Professor Kettleburn tilts his head. “Are you alright, Mr Lupin? You look a bit pale.”

“I’m fine,” Remus manages to say while his head is spinning. “I just... need a moment. Thank you, professor, you’ve been very helpful. Now, please excuse me.”

The moment Sirius steps into the dorm late in the day, looking tired and weary, Remus tackles him into a firm hug.

Sirius tenses up for a moment out of surprise, then he lets out a deep breath. “Ah, professor Kettleburn told you.”

“You should’ve told me!” Remus says, looking up at him.

Sirius gives him an apologetic look. “You know I don’t like you being confronted with those bogus things the world says about you.”

Remus huffs. “I’d rather be mad at the world than be mad at you. You’re more important.”

“More important than the world?” Sirius asks with a smile.

“Shut up,” Remus says, only hugging him tighter.

“I’m grateful,” Remus says, as he and Sirius are lying on Remus’ bed to talk, on their sides facing each other. “But really, you didn’t have to do all that.”

“Ah, yes,” Sirius sighs dramatically. “Not doing my homework was such a sacrifice for me.”

Remus chuckles and gives Sirius a playful shove. “Shut it. You didn’t get to go to Hogsmeade as well, and I know you missed out on a possible opportunity at an internship with Scamander himself.”

Sirius shrugs. “It was a long shot anyway. Though I am very sorry about missing our weekend.”

“There’ll be other weekends next year,” Remus replies, regretting how he had been trying to make Sirius feel guilty about it before.

“Yeah,” Sirius replies. “But since I heard that Prongs blew his nose in Madam Puddifoot’s antique thousand-year-old embroidered napkin, and she turned his hair pink and chased him out of her café, I doubt Prongs will have a date again next weekend, or well, ever.”

“Oh, Prongsie,” Remus groans, pressing his face against his pillow. “So next time we’ll probably won’t have a second chance at a Hogsmeade weekend with just the two of us?”

“Well, I was thinking,” Sirius says, reaching out and taking Remus’ hand in his. “If we want a do-over and go with just the two of us, we could tell the others that next time, we are having a date?”

Remus’ heart almost beats out of his chest, and his stomach flutters in anticipation. “Just telling them, or...?”

“Or we could make it an actual date?” Sirius asks, sounding a bit breathless. “If you’d like?”

“Yes,” Remus replies, squeezing Sirius’ hand. “Yes, I’d like that very much!”

(I've always liked Sirius as a Healer (to-be), but I also love the idea of him being super good with animals! I think it rather fits. Being an Animagus, his friendships with Crookshanks and Buckbeak (and Hippogriffs are notoriously difficult), and getting tropical birds to deliver his letters)

#my tumblr writing #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fic #marauders #marauders fanfiction #marauders fic #sirius black #remus lupin #remus x sirius #sirius loves animals #animals love sirius

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mischeviouspip · 1 year

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remus lupin with a cane hcs

whenever anybody asks why remus uses a cane, pete, james, and sirius come up with the most insane answers possible

peter learned how to do wordless hexes when the slytherins would bother remus about it (they'd always try to get the two of them in trouble but there was never any proof)

james would offer remus piggy back rides when he was having a particularly bad day and somehow would always end up giving sirius one

remus struggled to find a cane that wasn't too short for him because he's so tall

sirius was always the first to reassure remus that he was in fact still cool (and beautiful) despite his cane

lily basically acted as a second set of hands for remus when he had his cane, holding things that he would normally hold in his second hand

mcgonagall managed to put in a magic thing for remus to get up and down the stairs of gryffindor tower (like an elevator or something)

#disabled remus lupin #chronic pain remus lupin #remus lupin #remus kinnie #james potter #marauders #jily #lily evans #sirius black #peter pettigrew #minerva mcgonagall #marauders era #the maraunders map

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l-lenny · 1 year

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Bet you can´t woo her of her feet (pt. 4)

Fred Weasley x Slytherin! reader

PART 1: here PART 2: here PART 3: here

TW: rejection, emotional hurting, angsty (also not proof read and english is not my first language)

A/N: We are almost at the end! The final chapter will come out soon :)

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“Don´t let him defeat you like that!” stated Orleana. “What could I do-” asked helplessly Y/n. Her eyes red and puffy from crying. “Lets start with a quick fix up.” Orleana pull out her wand and flick it. “See, much better.” the girl smiled softly and gave Y/n a mirror. The taller slytherin girl stared into the mirror. Piece by piece she was slowly getting what Orleana were trying to say. “Do you mean I should pay him back?” Sniffled Y/n. “Hell yeah!” shouted the girl with smaller frame. “Let him be the fool! Let him taste how it feels!” Orleana cheered. “I will think it over.” Y/n tried to smile. “For now I don’t want to go to school. I am not ready to face him.” and she was lying on her bed, again. Orleana was looking at her in disbelieve. “I will help you if you choose revenge!” Few days has passed and Orleana was swarmed in requests from other students. Since Y/n could not provide her services poor girl had to explain everyone, that her friend and the slytherin queen was sick. The requests and questions were ridiculous. From normal what happens to if she still provides her services while she was sick. Orleana was so tired. On Tuesday, 3 days till the end of the month, after her last lesson of the day she was ready to head to the dorms and get some rest. “Wait! Grimsbane!” she heard through a corridor. When she turnerd around she saw one of the Weasley twins. “Weasley?” she asked already annoyed with him. “Its Fred.” the ginger said. “Good to know.” Said the slytherin as she turned around. “Wait! I wanted to ask something!” He grabbed her shoulder. “Look I am tired, I already told several gryffindors that Y/n will not be providing any services because she is sick okay?” she reported looking him in the eye. “What? I don´t wanted to ask about that!” said Fred. The girl then gave him a questioning look. It took a lot to not punch him right then and there. “Could you give this to Y/n? You are room mates right?” he gave her an envelope “I am not an owl!” she retorted. “I know but-” he shoved the letter in her hand. “-the owl I tried to send returned with the letter I sent.” explained the older twin. “Fine.” And as that Orleana was out of his sight. She read the letter with Y/n who she expected to cry. Because the letter were another illusion to Y/n:

Dear Y/n, I tried to contact you via owl, but it returned with my first letter. So I hope Orleana would help me get in touch with you again! I hope you are better, heard you were sick. You know I care about you! And I am worried about you. Please write back soon, I miss you. -Fred

But oh bloody Merlin she was wrong. Y/n was raging. “How dare he!” She shouted. “I am worried about you?! What a load of griffon crap! He is such a liar! I care? I miss you?! Ha, like I would believe him again!” Y/n scrambled the letter and turned to look at Orleana. “You know what? We will make him taste his own medicine!”

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“I don´t get her George!” The older twin with flaming red hair said, completely frustrated. Fred and George have been in their room at gryffindor tower talking about one girl that has been on the older gingers mind lately. “She normally responds to my letters an instant!” George was laughing at his twin. “Mate, she is sick! Maybe she is sleeping or something. Anyway why are you so fired up about some stupid letter?” The question startled Fred. Why was he so worried? “Oh could it be?” grinned the younger twin. “Have you fallen for our little bet?” Fred was staring in shock at his twin. Then he sulk into his pillow “what if I actually did?” he asked. George immediately changed his tone after seeing his twin. “Do you really fancy her?” Asked his younger brother. “I don´t… know mate. Its just I care about her. She is so sweet and interesting. She has cute laugh and- oh merlin I think I do fancy her a little.” admitted the older brother. “Then tell her! It´s like you will do it either way. But no one said you cant be happy with her after this!” hinted George. Fred smiled brighter then ever nodding, agreeing with his brother.

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Next day, the last day of the month was quite calm. At breakfast Y/n entered the great hall and looked for a seat. Some of the slytherins were asking about her health. She assured them she was fine, still no business tho. “Remember our plan?” asked Orleana giving the girl across from her reassuring smile. “Of course.” nodded Y/n. They silently enjoyed breakfast while waiting for the arrival of the twins. After a while they could see what they were waiting for. “Look!” Orleana blurred out. The gryffindor table were approaching two gingers, identical ones. “Just smile and play pretend, you got this.” cheered petite friend. Y/n look at Fred. Trying so hard not to show true emotions. Her eyes charmed not to water. She showed him small smile. Y/n played with her her and tuck it behind her ear. Then she looked at her plate. “H-how was that?” she asked, not sure if it could be convincing enough. “You should become an actress! That was good!” Orleana squealed and whispered. “It was just the charm you casted” Y/n said. “It hurts so much to look at him. My heart cant take it and yet my eyes are not watering.” She explained with a small smile. Orleana sympathetically garbed her hand. Meanwhile at the gryffindor table the boys in Fred's friend group were teasing Fred. “Mate! You fancy her? Is it true?” or “Oi Fred! Don´t fall too deep now!” or something along those lines. He saw her mesmerizing eyes again, her captivating smile, sadly due to the sick day it wasn't shining as brightly he thought. And when she tuck her hair behind her ear Fred melted. He really did fancy her…

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During the lessons she sneaked him few glances. She tried to be cute and flirty with him, from afar. Around the end of their day Fred caught up with Y/n and Orleana in the court yard. “Y/n!” He said rater loudly. Y/n froze in place. The moment she had been dreading all day. “do you have a minute?” he asked hopefully. Y/n shoot a glare to Orleana who dissapeard in the castle, setting their plan in motion. Fred garbed one of the girls hands and stared at her for a while. “Y/n, I have something to show you!” To say the girl was prepared for this was understatement. She expected Fred just to blur out the question. Instead Fred took out his wand and flick it. In the air suddenly exploded colorful fireworks. Madder, crimson, pink, cardinal red mixed in with beautiful shades of gold, lemon and royal yellow also peach, melon and orange added in. Y/n stood in awe as slowly the little sparks formed the words. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” Her eyes were glossy, tears not spilling thanks to the surprisingly strong charm. In her head she remembered the hurtful words Fred had said, while the plan they formed with Orleana seadled in. Meanwhile around the courtyard there were accumulating lots of students. And with so many eyes on her Y/n looked around. Pressure, fear and betrayal helping her heart hammer against her chest. Her chest starting to squeeze. Every emotion clouding her mind. Her head becoming so heavy. She snaped. Started laughing and turning to face Fred with a harsh glare. The boy was shocked. He could hear his heart crack a little. “Fred Weasley!” crack. “Did you really think that I would be your girlfriend?! That I would say yes? To someone like you?” she spit out. Crark! “Y/n-” he try to muster, while he heard all the comments of the students watching, humiliation settling in. Crack. The girl pushed him a little and whispered with poison in her tone “Now with some galleons you managed to loose even your reputation!” Fred´s mouth fly open as he watched the girl flee the scene. His heart breaking at the spot with her words. ___________________ PART 5: here

#harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasly x reader #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #fred wealsey fic #fred x y/n #harry potter ff #fanfic #fanfiction #hp fanfic #fred x you #fred weasley x you #hp #hp golden era #bet trope #writing #fred weasley x y/n

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startanewdream · 2 years

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Valentine's plans

Notes: I had planned to post this in February, but then things happened and only now I got back to this shortfic. I hope June isn't that late to enjoy a Missing Moment set on Valentine's Day of Harry's 6th Year. 3.2 words, rated T.

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Owlery. Astronomy Tower. The mess of dots in the dungeons. Great Hall. Nothing. None of the dots anywhere in this castle is labelled as “Draco Malfoy.”

Harry yawns, stretching his arms, before looking around. He is alone in the changing room after practice, staying late for a shower and for taking his mind off… other people. It’s not as if he would rather be thinking about Draco Malfoy, but especially today, of all days, it’s easier searching for his dot in the Marauder’s Map than being worried about what someone else’s dot is doing with someone else’s boyfriend’s dot…

Perhaps because he is thinking about her—that’s a constant by now—, his eyes sweep over the black dot labelled “Ginny Weasley” and then back again, unable to move away, because Ginny is not in the Gryffindor Tower after all, as Harry heard she might be. In fact, her dot is moving on the map and then it’s leaving the castle and—

She’s coming back to the changing room.

Harry has a minute to stow the Marauder’s Map in his backpack, along with the smelling cloth he wore for practice, before Ginny opens the door, blinking against the lights.

“Oh, I didn’t—”

And then her voice dies when she looks at him, except Ginny’s eyes are not meeting Harry’s, but rather at his chest.

Harry’s bare naked chest.

“Sorry!” He cries at once, rushing to put on his shirt. “I just forgot—”

“No, no.” Ginny’s voice is loud and when Harry steals a glance at her, he sees her face is flushed, almost the colour of her hair. She takes a deep breath. “I just didn’t expect anyone here anymore.”

“Me neither,” Harry says, hoping it comes off as a joke, but suddenly hesitation flashes on Ginny’s face.

“Are you sure? I mean, if you thought the changing room would be empty—I can go.”

Harry blinks, confused. “It’s Friday night, I thought anyone would be doing something more interesting. Especially—” He remembers everything he heard that day, all the things he’d rather not hear. The dormitory will be empty, Dean had said, knowing that Ron had arranged other plans… “It’s Valentine’s Day.”

There is a grimace on his face, one that tells how he feels rather miserable about the day, but fortunately Ginny doesn’t notice it. She seems determined to look anywhere but him.

“Exactly. So if you want the Quidditch field all by yourself—”

“Why would I?”

Ginny blinks rapidly, now turning back to him, her face unreadable. “You were shirtless,” she says, though it sounds like a question.

In answer—if it can be considered one—Harry puts on a jersey he got for his birthday. “Better now?” he tries.

It takes a full second, but then Ginny smiles. “Yeah. The Chudley Cannons’ colours suit you.” She shifts her broomstick from hand to hand, watching him. “Do you wanna fly?”

“Again?” He has to grin. “Am I a captain so terrible that you need to practice again?”

“You are not that terrible,” Ginny jokes, winking at him. It should be a normal wink, the kind they exchange hundreds of times over the summer, but then, during that time, Harry didn’t fully understand what were the somersaults in his stomach in her presence.

Now his heart jumps with that wink, and he almost takes a step closer to her before controlling himself.

“I don’t want to play Quidditch, I just want to fly.”

Harry looks at her. Ginny is still smiling, but there is something tense on her shoulders, he notes, as if she doesn’t just want to fly, but rather needs it.

He nods. “Sure.”

“Unless you have other plans.”

“Not really.” Again, Dean’s voice echoes in his mind; Harry buries his nails into his hand. “Don’t you?”

“Not really,” she repeats, and then she is marching out of the room into the Quidditch field and Harry rushes to pick up his Firebolt.

Ginny is in the air when Harry joins her outside. It’s cold outside, but she doesn’t seem to mind, climbing up more and more, the wind making her hair whip like flames; for a moment, Harry just watches her, enjoying the fact that she can’t see his smile from that distance, can’t notice how his gaze is drawn to her figure, can’t… realise how pathetic he is; then he sighs, pulling up. Ginny is a good fifty feet above him, but Harry catches her in a few seconds.

“Show-off,” she says good-naturedly. “I would bet a race against you but I’m not in the mood for losing today.”

“What happened to just flying?”

“Racing is a type of flying. Hey!” Ginny’s eyes sparkle suddenly. “Let’s change brooms.”

Harry lifts an eyebrow. “How is this fair?”

“Not ours. Let’s pick one of the school’s broomsticks.”

“The old ones you always complained about?”

“Exactly. Why, afraid of losing without the better broomstick?”

“You know you are talking to the youngest seeker in the century, right?”

“By now, I’ve probably played seeker more than you.”

Harry laughs against his will. “Hey, my score is good so far.”

“Yeah, but it’s still February,” she reminds him as they open the broom shed. “There’s still time.”

Harry’s grin lasts only until he gets a look at the school’s broomsticks. The newest model was probably already old by the time his father was at Hogwarts.

“Are you sure? These brooms don’t look… safe.”

Ginny’s laugh comes from somewhere deeper inside the broom shed. In the near darkness, the sound seems to reverberate in Harry’s body; he turns towards her, though he can’t see her.

“Don’t insult them, or they will drop you faster.”

“Faster?”

“You’ve never played Weasley Race? The game only ends when someone falls on the ground.”

Harry isn’t sure how serious Ginny is – her voice betrays no mischief –, but he can’t ask her; as he extends his hand to grab an old Silver Comet, she comes back from the depths of the shed, not seeing him. Their feet meet somewhere in the darkness and then he is stumbling upon old brooms and by the time he can understand what is happening, he’s holding a body over his that has far more shapes and curves than any broomstick model.

And it smells far better, her perfume easily surpassing any other old worn scent in the shed. His hands are buried into her hair, and then he traces it, pulls out strands out of the way, and Ginny shivers.

She's so warm, and he can’t help but close his eyes and raise his head, searching—

Then a nervous laugh breaks the moment, and her warmth is gone.

“It seems I’ve lost even before we’ve started it,” says Ginny, and from somewhere comes her hand, helping him stand up; she lets go quickly of his hand even before Harry can fully register her touch. “Sorry.”

“No problem,” mumbles Harry. He takes a long time adjusting his glasses, waiting until his breath returns to normal to leave the quietness of the shed.

Ginny is already in the air, not very high now, her back turned to him; for a moment Harry just watches her playing with her hair to tie it—there are wisps of hair hanging loosely at the base of her neck—, then he sighs to himself, joining her up in the air.

“How does this work?”

“We run laps around the field.”

“That doesn’t seem hard.”

“In the shape of an eight.”

“What?”

Her lips are curved in a smirk. “I’ll start on the other side of the field.”

“But then—won’t we meet in the middle and crash?”

“The race only ends when someone falls, remember?” Her brown eyes sparkle. “No one ever died during the Weasley Race if that’s what concerns you.”

“Let’s notice you haven’t said anything about broken limbs.”

Ginny laughs. “I said what I said. If it helps, I promise you I won’t try to mend your arm later and leave you boneless.”

“Ugh, you know how to console a bloke, Gin.” He shakes his head exaggeratedly; Ginny gives him a funny look. “What?”

“You just—nothing.” She waves her head as well, as if to ward off a bothersome mosquito. “I’ll go easy on you.”

Harry grins. “No, you won’t.”

“No, I won’t,” she agrees happily, moving to the other side.

Harry tries not to look too concerned. The race itself doesn’t trouble him — he’s pretty sure he can dodge Ginny whenever they meet at the centre of the field —, but this broom is clearly unstable. The wood quivers, deviating him to the left more than not, and as he moves to his starting point in the field, the broomstick nearly turns sideways, almost making him fall. From what he gathers from Ginny’s moving figure, she is facing the same problems as him, which isn’t any better.

This game seems like a bad idea, but then he can almost spot Ginny’s smirk at the other side, daring him to refuse.

It’s a smirk that shows up in his dreams more frequently than not, and probably because Harry needs the cold wind in his face – rather than lose himself in dreams that won’t happen – he pushes himself forward.

For all the broomstick seems determined to let him fall, this is actually fun. There isn’t enough speed to make this a true race; it’s more about controlling the way his head spins with all the turns, and then avoiding Ginny when they meet at the centre of the field, though Harry is under the impression that she’s controlling her movements to purposefully hit him. At that speed it doesn’t seem dangerous, so Harry finds himself mimicking her, nearly avoiding collisions, inches apart as they cross the field over and over.

He has a brief vision of her laughing face each time they meet, and then Harry is laughing too; their laps turn shorter, both clearly aiming to hit the other, until, inevitably, they do.

For a long moment, Harry feels like he’s just falling, in a never-ending line to the ground, and then he hits it; the air is expelled from his lungs, his back hurts, but the pain lasts less than a second. He fell with his arms around Ginny, and she’s on the ground atop of him, her body pressed against his, and her now untied hair creating a curtain around them.

Time seems to have stopped; he hears the loud beating of his heart, feels the scent of her hair, touches the strands of her hair, and holds her face, fingers tracing her soft skin. Ginny’s eyes sparkle, her lips opening, and then she lowers her head, her mouth touching his almost tentatively.

His whole body ignites. Harry pulls her closer—she lets out a gasp, and then another as his hand slides down her back. She holds his neck, the touch sending shivers down his body; her kiss is not gentle anymore. She wanted this, a part of Harry’s brain registers, she’s been feeling the same—all those dreams, all those longing glances, all the desperation to be together, nothing else matters—

“Harry,” she mumbles against his lip, and this is his favourite call in the world. He pulls up her shirt, needing to feel more of her skin, to kiss her bare shoulders, to let his hand touch her— “Harry!”

He opens his eyes. Ginny’s face comes into focus, very close to his, but rather than the vision of her aroused expression, as much into the moment as he is, all he sees is concern; her face is pale, strands of hair escaping her ponytail, her lips trembling.

“Are you okay?”

“I—” His voice is raspy. The world seems to be spinning. “What happened?”

“We crashed, you fell.” She gulps. “We weren’t that high anymore, but, still—you were out for a second, it… it scared me.” She sits on the grass by his side. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have—it was a stupid idea—”

“No, no.” He shakes his head, stopping in the middle when his head starts to buzz. “I agreed with it. And as you promised, we are still live!” He gives her a feverishly smile that Ginny accepts only mildly. “It was fun. As far as near-death experiences go, this wasn’t even my hardest.”

She lets out a laugh almost against her will. “Yeah, you would know about it. Come on, let’s go to the Hospital Wing.”

“I’m fine! I don’t wanna spend the night with Madame Pomfrey.”

“No, I guess not… Are you sure you are okay?”

“I’ll survive it. It’s not a six-foot fall that will lead me into my early grave.”

“Nine-foot,” corrects Ginny. “And I’d rather not send you into your early grave anyway. I kind of prefer you living and all.”

“Me too,” he says, raising his head to look up. He has the impression that Ginny’s watching him, but he doesn’t want to look back and meet her concerned gaze; the star is shining with stars above them, and it’s easy to pretend to look at them, a corner of his mind relieving that dream and wishing it had been true… If only…

“Did you not have any plans for today?” Ginny asks suddenly, her words coming out fast as if she’s asked it before she can stop herself.

Harry turns to her, though now Ginny is the one watching the night sky.

“Why?”

“You seemed really opposed to going to see Madame Pomfrey.”

“She will make me do a round of exams and so far I haven’t needed to go visit the infirmary once this term. I’m trying to set up a record here.”

She almost smiles. “It’s only February,” she repeats.

“February fourteenth,” mumbles Harry. “Valentine’s Day.”

“Yeah, that’s why—why I asked if you didn’t have any other plans.”

“Me?” The shock in his voice makes Ginny turn to him, her eyebrows raised. “You are the one with a boyfriend.”

If she notices the way his voice quivers, she doesn’t show it.

“And you are the one who was naked in the changing room!”

Harry flushes. “It was just my chest—I was just off the shower.”

“Why couldn’t you use the bathroom back at the Gryffindor Tower like everyone else?”

“I—”

Hey, Harry. Dean had pushed him aside right after the practice was over. Do you mind giving me a few hours alone in the dormitory? It’s just—Lavender told me she had plans elsewhere with Ron and the dormitory will be empty—it’s Valentine’s Day, it would be nice to get a few hours alone, you know what I mean?

“I thought the room would be taken.”

“Oh.” Her whole face is ablaze now, a mix of embarrassment and fury. “So he’s asked you to stay away?”

Harry grabs his hair nervously. “Er—”

“I arrived at the Common Room wishing only for a shower and my bed — my single bed, mind you, in my very lonely dormitory —, and then Parvati and Seamus were winking at me and Dean, and promising we wouldn’t get interrupted this time, that they would warn us if Ron came back early —”

“Er—”

“As if all I could possibly want was to spend the night in my boyfriend’s bed fearing that my older brother would just burst in again, as if four other people didn’t share that dormitory, as if other people wouldn’t want to just go there and sleep — Neville or—or you and—”

“Yeah, hum.”

She lets out a hard breath, then Ginny turns to him; Harry isn’t sure what she sees on his face, but something flickers, and her shoulders drop.

“Sorry, I’m venting. It’s just easy ‘cause we are—”

“Like siblings?” He asks, dismayed.

Ginny blinks. “No, rather the opposite. I wouldn’t say any of these things to my brothers.” There’s an attempt at a smile. “Can I tell you something else I wouldn’t say to them?”

“Yep.”

“I might go up. If Dean had actually asked me, instead of assuming that’s what I wanted to do. I just hated feeling like I had to. And then, instead of dealing with any of it tonight, I just came here, convinced you to a night flight that almost ended up with you dying—”

“That’s a stretch.”

“—And now I’m crying my heart out to you.” She closes her eyes for a moment. “And somehow that’s not even my worst Valentine’s Day ever.”

“See? You always need to find the silver lining—wait, you are talking about your first year, aren’t you? It wasn’t that bad.”

“I’ll admit that sending off that card wasn’t my best moment.” She lets out a humourless laugh. “But even with all those dwarves and Fred and George teasing me, and Malfoy’s comment—no, seeing you with it—the diary—was worse.”

“Oh.” He fumbles for words, fighting an urge to grab Ginny’s hand that has nothing romantic about it for once.

“I was in panic,” she mumbles, her eyes distant now. “What if he told you, what if, even worse, he did to you the same things he had made me do… then I broke into your dorm and—that was the only time I went there. Because of the diary.” She turns back, watching the distant castle, towards the Gryffindor Tower. “Maybe I’m not really mad at Dean. Maybe I’m just mad at myself because I’m… afraid.”

This time, he does hold her hand; Ginny’s eyes open, watching him without blinking.

“Riddle is gone,” he says. “You got over him and you defeated him—yeah, you did. He never expected you to fight him the way you did and that’s the only reason his plan failed.”

Her lips tremble. “Not the only reason.”

Harry shakes his head. “I had help. You only had your soul and your determination.”

“Is that what you really think? Sometimes… sometimes I think you still see me as that shy kid who was stupid enough to fall for a teenage dark lord—and that’s you had forgotten I had been possessed.”

“No, I forgot because I was a prat who didn’t think about anyone else.”

“No one could accuse you of being selfish, Harry.”

“Well, last year I was.”

“A prat,” she agrees, a smile softening her words. “But not selfish.”

Harry shrugs. “Well, I never considered how you felt afterwards. It seemed to be over. The diary was gone. You were thriving with life, but then��” He thinks about the summer after the Triwizard Tournament when none of his daily activities would reflect how much he struggled with nightmares at night.

“Then people never know what ghosts we are facing,” she finishes for him, nodding. “I still get nightmares sometimes—but most of the time I have pleasant dreams, so I count it as a win.”

“Me too, I mean—I have better dreams now.”

They share a smile; for a tiny moment, his fingers caressing the back of her hand, Harry almost spills out who’s been in his dreams lately, but then she stands up and the contact is gone.

“Let’s go back?”

“Sure.”

“Thanks for flying with me—and sorry about messing up your Valentine’s plans.”

Harry runs a hand through his hair. “I told you I had none.”

“I was just winding you up—you get all flushed when you are flustered, did you know it?” She smirks at him. “Well, sorry for the Weasley Race then.”

“Only ends when someone falls to the ground—you had warned me.”

“Still, I realise now why I only played this with my brothers. I don’t feel guilty when they fall.”

“Guess I’m not like your brothers at all.”

“Oh, no.” Ginny laughs lowly. “I never thought of you as my brother, Harry.”

He’s rather glad to know it.

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