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prongsfootandco · 1 year

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Rating: E Ship: Sirius/James Summary: After an argument with James, Sirius flirts with Lily to make him jealous.

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“Dumbledore wants me and Lily to go into hiding,” James sighed as he walked into the kitchen. “He's got some prophecy stuck in his head, says it's about voldemort.”

His sentence was met with a cold silence, eyes burning silver fire from across the room, and honestly, James couldn’t even blame his husband. The war was exhausting enough as it was without having to separate from the ones they loved, and if Dumbledore was right, and there was something special about the baby, then why did it have to be James that went into hiding? The baby was as much Sirius’ as it was his. Lily was just a surrogate—the DNA was all Potter-Black.

“I assume you told him to piss off?” Sirius muttered darkly, raising his eyebrow.

James felt his cheeks warm. “Erm.”

“ James.”

“Yes, honey?”

“Please tell me you’re not considering this?”

Not wanting to lie to his husband, James sighed again and fell into a chair, running his hands through his hair. “Lily’s in danger because of us.”

“Fuck that!” snapped Sirius. “Lily’s in danger because of a maniacal tyrant who wants to rid the planet of muggles and muggleborns. Our child has nothing to do with it.”

“We need to at least think about it, Si. If anything happened to the baby-”

“ Nothing will happen. As long as we stick together, the three of us. You, Me and the little one,” Sirius hissed. “I’m not losing you because Dumbledore is feeling suspicious. I can’t , Jamie.”

That should have been the end of the argument.

It wasn’t.

The next day, they went round to Godric’s Hollow to visit Lily. Neither had really brought up their conversation from the night before, and James was under the impression that it had been forgotten. That assumption was immediately banished as soon as they stepped through the door.

“Lily, darling,” Sirius purred, wrapping his arms around Lily’s shoulder and pulling her into an ardent embrace. “How are you doing, love?”

For her part, Lily just rolled her eyes, but basked in Sirius’ easy flirtations as he draped his legs over her lap. They both knew the drill, and James could feel himself sinking into the trap. With every lingering touch the fire in his core burned a little brighter. Jealousy-fuelled rage sparked through his veins and he sat in his armchair alone, watching his husband flirt shamelessly with one of their best friends.

This always happened when Sirius was angry at James. The first time he’d done it, James had been hurt, but more importantly he’d been so jealous and so desperate to take back what was his that the sex afterwards had been absolutely mindblowing. So naturally, Sirius had decided it was the best way to handle their arguments, and they’d been doing it ever since.

James both loved and hated it.

On one hand, that was his partner, and it made his skin crawl thinking about anyone else putting their slimy little hands on Sirius, even if it was Lily. But on the other, it was also just really fucking hot. Sirius was putting on a show for him. He knew just how much this riled James up, and the more he flirted, the harder they fucked. It was a game, and one that neither of them seemed to lose.

“Did you know, Lily, dearest, that James wants to hide out here with you whilst I’m left all on my lonesome?” Sirius sighed, forlorn, looking very much like an injured puppy. “He actually thinks we’ll be safer that way.”

Lily rested her head on Sirius’ shoulder and took his hands in hers. “Dumbledore mentioned it. You don’t think it’s a good idea? The Fidelius charm-”

“-is not infallible. Voldemort would know I’m the secret keeper, it’s too obvious, and then he’d come after me when I’m alone and more vulnerable to attack. Then it would be too easy to swoop in and kill the three of you.”

James winced. It was true. Everything Sirius said was true.

“What about using someone else as the secret keeper?” suggested Lily.

“Absolutely not! I would not trust another soul with my family. The only solution is for you to move in with me and James. The Blacks might be a shit show of a family, but they taught me how to ward a house properly. Voldemort won’t be able to touch us. I promise.” The last words were directed at James. Sirius’ tone was firm, leaving no room for further argument, and really… James couldn’t argue. There was nothing else he could say that would refute Sirius’ words. “And maybe,” Sirius cooed to Lily. “Maybe you and I could get to know each other a little better? Hmm?”

Bloody whore of a husband. James growled, crossing the room in two swift steps. “Alright. You win. We stay together. Now will you get off of her?”

“Oh but Jamie, I’m having so much fun with my Lily-pad.”

“Nope. Off !”

He didn’t wait any longer before yanking Sirius off of Lily’s lap. Sirius yelped as he stumbled to his feet, grinning like a kneazle. He gave Lily a two-fingered salute as he winked at her, and allowed himself to be pulled from the room.

“Goodbye, my love, my darling flower.”

“Have fun boys!” Lily called after them cheerfully. “Don’t be strangers.”

Without looking back, James apparated them both to their London flat. The door was unlocked with a quick wave of his wand, and he roughly pushed Sirius inside. Sirius was smirking up a storm, far too gleeful for James’ liking.

“Bedroom, now,” he ordered, shoving his husband through the hallway. “And stop looking so smug, you bastard.”

“But I am smug!”

“I hate you,” James grumbled with no heat behind the words.

Sirius winked. “I love you too, husband-mine.”

Rage flared once more in James’ chest and he grabbed Sirius by the collar, crashing their lips together in a bruising kiss. He slipped his tongue between Sirius lips, sliding it against his Sirius’ as the taste of muggle fags washed into James’ mouth. Sirius moaned into the kiss as he stumbled back against the wall, legs parting as James stepped between them. One hand pinned Sirius’ wrists above his head, the other gripping tightly at his hips. His glasses cut into his cheeks and nose, and he growled, tossing them to the ground with one rough pull before diving back in for another kiss. And another. James couldn’t get enough. The taste of Sirius’ mouth, his chapped lips under James’, the scratch of stubble against his cheek. Sirius whimpered into the kiss, wriggling in James’ grasp as he tried to rut against him.

“Be still,” James murmured low into Sirius’ ear, nipping at his lobe. “There’s a good boy.”

The effect was instantaneous. Sirius moaned, melting like putty against him.

“ James .”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

Sirius whined pitifully, nuzzling at James’ shirt. “Off.”

James raised an eyebrow at his husband. “Oh so now you want me and not Lily?”

“Yes, obviously.”

He gave Sirius’ ear another sharp bite before letting his wrists go. There was another whimper as James scooped Sirius up into his arms, carrying him to the bedroom. Sirius landed on the bed with a soft “oof”. He still had that stupidly handsome smirk on his face that drove James mad. It wasn’t enough that he’d spent a good part of the evening flirting with Lily—the little shit was actually proud of himself.

“I think you enjoy showing off in front of me,” James murmured, his voice a soft growl in Sirius’ ear. It took but a moment to reach for his wand and banish Sirius’ clothes, leaving his husband naked and helpless on the bed. “I think you do it on purpose , flaunt and flirt with others to get me jealous.But we both know who you belong to. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“I would never, ” protested Sirius as he struggled beneath James, fighting to get to his jeans, fingers scrambling for the zipper.

“Liar. You’re a little slut who can’t keep his cock in his robes.”

Sirius whined, his face mere centimetres from James’ as he tried to lure James into another kiss. From this distance James could just about see his eyes blown wide, a hint of silver lining the black hunger. A pretty pink blush stained his cheeks and his lips were parted, slick with spit. It was truly a sight to see, even without his glasses. Sirius was a gift just waiting to be unwrapped, a meal to be devoured.

And all James’.

“Tell me, darling, who do you belong to?”

Sirius let out a whimper, bottom lip jutting out as he gazed up at James through thick lashes. He mumbled something under his breath.

“I didn’t catch that,” James said firmly, swatting Sirius’ thigh.

“You! I belong to you!”

The green monster in James’ chest purred, and he grinned. James rewarded Sirius with a deep kiss, stroking his hands along Sirius’ side, his fingers dancing over the tattoo of a stag that trotted over Sirius’ ribs. He remembered when Sirius had first gotten that one, showing off the ink with pride. It had been just before their wedding, an early gift of sorts. James hadn’t let Sirius put his top on for days unless they were needed on a mission. Since then Sirius had added to the collection, a muggle tattoo of two antlers resting just above his pelvis, the words “deer hart” in James’ handwriting on his wrist.

For his part, James had the Canis Major on his back, and a large black dog to match Sirius’ stag on his ribs. Well, for the most part, because magical tattoos never liked staying in one place for very long.

“That tickles,” Sirius whined, and the blurry inked stag shook its antlers beneath James’ fingers. “Come on, Jamie, touch me.”

James rolled his eyes. “So demanding. I don’t know if you deserve it.”

But Sirius snorted. “But you want me, don’t you, husband-mine? You want to claim me? Make me yours?”

Fucking bastard.

James growled, silencing Sirius with a bruising kiss. His fingers dug into the pale skin beneath him, holding Sirius in place. Sirius moaned into the kiss. His hands gripped the back of James’ shirt and James knew that without it he would have scratches down his spine as Sirius clawed at him. For as much as James was driven by a need to claim his husband, Sirius enjoyed James’ skin just as much.

When they broke the kiss, they were both panting, lips swollen and faces flushed, but James didn’t stop there. He attacked Sirius’ neck, biting and sucking at the skin until it bloomed red under his lips. Sirius weakly protested about the Order teasing him the next day, but they both knew it was useless. By the time James was done, Sirius’ neck was littered in hickies and bite marks. He kissed his handiwork with a satisfied hum, and then continued to trail his lips down Sirius’ body, over his tattoos, his nose brushing over his stomach. Sirius groaned, his back arching off the mattress, muscles rippling under James’ attentive touch.

“Hnnnnnng…” Sirius gasped. His fingers dug into James’ hair, tugging sharply at the roots before James felt himself being pushed down.

James glanced up at Sirius’ blurry face and he smirked. Even though he couldn’t see his husband, Sirius could absolutely see him, and James knew he looked a state. He licked his lips, winking at his husband before nuzzling the leaking cock. It was tempting to take it in his mouth, to make Sirius cum in his mouth before James fucked him, but today he had other plans. He left Sirius’ cock with a chaste kiss before settling between his thighs.

“Oh Merlin…”

With one last kiss to Sirius’ thighs, James whispered “Good boy” before diving in. Sirius shuddered underneath him, mewling as James pressed kisses around his hole. Now who was feeling smug? James smirked and flicked his tongue, teasing and light, relishing in the sinful noises that were falling from his husband’s lips. They’d barely even started and Sirius was gone , lost in his pleasure as James licked and sucked at his rim. When he pushed his tongue deeper, Sirius’ grip in his hair tightened and he was pulled closer, almost suffocating between his husband’s cheeks, but James didn’t care. He was too focused on the gorgeous ass in front of him, the sounds that he was pulling from his lover. Every swipe of his tongue had Sirius babbling and moaning, James’ name gasped reverently.

It was only ever James’ name.

No one else got to see Sirius like this, no one else ever had. They’d started as two boys fumbling in the dark, horny and curious more than in love, but once they’d had a taste of each other, that was that. It was like Sirius called to him, a siren, a veela, and Sirius was just as caught under James’ spell.

Soulmates.

Platonically, romantically - it didn’t matter.

They belonged to each other.

James moaned, his own cock aching, trapped within the confines of his jeans. Sirius was writhing on the bed, one hand gripping onto the sheets, the other tangled in James’ hair. With a soft groan, James pulled back just enough to allow a finger to slip into the now slick hole. It slid in past the first knuckle with ease, Sirius’ body welcoming him, hot and tight around his digit. He alternated between using his tongue and his fingers until he was able to thrust two fingers without resistance. Much to Sirius’ displeasure, he kept his movements shallow enough that he wouldn’t accidentally brush against his prostate.

That would have to wait for his cock.

“James, you whore, fuck me! ”

“I am,” he said lazily, twisting his fingers to prove his point. The moan that tore from Sirius’ throat was delicious, obscene, unholy. So he did it again, his cock throbbing at Sirius’ answering cry.

“James, Jamie, Jay… ”

It was music to his ears. His name had never sounded better. “What’s that, love?”

“Cock… please…”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” James chuckled, sitting back on his heels and unfastening his jeans. He pulled them down to his ankles, dragging his boxers down too, before reaching for his wand. After muttering a quick spell, his palm was coated with lube. He gave his cock two firm strokes, biting back a moan as his eyes fluttered shut, then slowly, inch by inch, pressed inside of Sirius. “Oh- fuck.”

They moaned together as their bodies joined, Sirius’ slick with sweat, his cock leaking precum onto his stomach, James’ nearly fully clothed in his desperation to finally get closer to his husband.

His.

With a growl, James’ hips snapped forward, not waiting for Sirius to adjust to the intrusion. He knew Sirius could take it, knew his body almost better than his own. Sure enough, Sirius let out a howl rivalling that of Padfoot, his legs wrapping around James’ waist holding him close, and their bodies moved together. James, now lost in a frenzy, a need to claim , rutted into his husband like a man possessed. Gone was the teasing and flirting, in its place was baseless carnal instinct to fuck until they both forgot who they were. His hands pinned Sirius’ above his head, his lips latching onto whatever exposed skin they could find, biting at Sirius’ neck, shoulders, collar bone, licking into his mouth in open kisses; sloppy, panting breaths.

The memories of Sirius on Lily’s lap burned through him.

Every thrust was a reminder.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

And Sirius answered in like, his hips bucking up and off the mattress, always meeting James halfway.

Yours. Yours. Yours.

They moved together. They moaned together. Hearts beating erratically in their chests. Grunting. Whining. Growling. And when their pleasure got too much, they came together, names gasped, swallowed up by kisses. It was like fireworks, sparking in James’ vision. His body felt like it was on fire, burning, tingling with magic, and he collapsed on top of Sirius with one last grunt, his cock starting to soften inside his husband.

Sirius hummed, his fingers gently stroking through James’ hair. “Merlin, I love it when we argue.”

James didn’t have the energy nor the inclination to disagree, instead he just buried his face into Sirius’ neck with a snort.

#prongsfoot #bambibelle #james/sirius #james x sirius #james potter #sirius black #harry potter #marauders

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startanewdream · 2 years

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do you know something i think? that James and Lily would get so used to the way Harry's life was always on the line, that when it was all over, they'd have a hard time letting him live mundane things (as much as they wished he did), by this constant fear of death. so when they have another child, i put my hand on the fire that would serve as a huge trigger for both of them, the fact that, the parenthood they lived through was not at all gentle and easy, and having to deal with the calm and the peace that now inhabits this baby's world and life would make them extremely anxious. and on the other hand, I think it would somehow drive Harry a little crazy, to have to watch his parents finally be normal parents dealing with normal problems with their kid, and maybe that would cause him a constant fear of making them stay worried or sad, because he already feels he has given them that in the past, so he would try his best to hide some emotions and problems, as much as he wanted their help.

anyway, just a brief thought after reading your new fanfic talking about the sorting hat and all.

everyone in the Potter family (and the wizarding world in general) would need urgent therapy after the war if they were to survive and live a less mentally unstable life.

Sharing part of our talk here because I want to hear other people's thoughts as well.

For me, for at least 10 years, James and Lily lived a quiet life with Harry, without much contact with the wizarding world outside their jobs (all very discreet), but in peace. Harry had mostly a normal infancy with them (he couldn't ignore his scar, of course, and he could talk to snakes, but real danger looked really distant).

There was some PSTD for James and Lily, of course, the kind that should be treated with therapy. I wrote Lily not able to leave Harry out of her sight in the months following the first Voldemort attack; James clearly has trust and guilt issues because of Peter's betrayal. Lily's PSTD is slowly resolved over those ten years; there's a line about how she knows that if she keeps Harry in a safe bubble, she knows he won't get to truly live, and that's the thought that guides her in slowly letting him go; it helps that Harry is a lot like her and that she understands him the better. She wants to protect him as much as Harry wants to protect her (and James), and she cannot tell him to stand down from his fights. And for James, well, I keep writing stories about him learning to accept that Peter's choices have nothing to do with him, and that it's not his job to protect Harry forever.

So I think at by the time of the final battle, when Voldemort is defeated and Harry survives, James and Lily are in a good place about their own parenting and they think their next child will be easier in a way -- except now there's a 40 years age gap between them and his daughter, Mia faces all the "normal" troubles that Harry just didn't (she gets in detention for pranks; she has friends all around; she sneaks at night to date and smoke; she is a gen Z). So they will face enough problems that, at some point, they'll almost miss those days Harry would get in detention because of a dragon.

Now, about Harry, the one thing I had to keep because it's not really Harry otherwise, was his saving-hero thing; he grew up with some acknowledgement that his parents saved him and almost die because of it. The one thing he wants to do (and that's why he goes after Quirrell and Pettigrew) is to save them, because he hates the idea that something might happen to his parents again, and this time they won't make it. And I think (and I hope to finish the fic about this scene) that the major breakdown for Harry would be after he learns about the prophecy; that would be the final confirmation, in his mind, that it's all his fault. If he hadn't been born, if he wasn't marked, if his parents had any other kid, then James and Lily would be safe. James and Lily sit down with him to talk about this, to reassure him over and over that's not true, and this is the thing Harry has to cope with in the summer of 1996 (until he accepts he wants to fight Voldemort because it's the right thing, and not because he's destined to).

#Lovely asks #eyes glistening #thoughts about Jily Lives AU #oh tell me what you think

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cantpickonefandoms · 2 years

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What's your top 10 Harry Potter favorite characters?

Ok, going from #10 being my least favourite of the characters I like, to #1 being my all-time favourite HP character who I would literally die for:

#10: Dumbledore: Oh boy, I’m starting off real controversial. Here’s the thing, Dumbledore is a very complicated character, and I find him fascinating, there are some genuinely terrible things he did, yes, and abandoning Harry at the Dursleys was a terrible thing to do, and those no excuse for that, not to mention how badly he fucked up in OOTP, but I also think he does genuinely cares about Harry, not going to lie, he’s really bad at showing it, but I do think he wants the best for Harry, it’s not like he created the prophecy or something, he doesn’t want the entire fate of the Wizarding World to rest on Harry, Dumbledore isn’t a monster. I like his backstory and I like how complex he is.

#9: McGonagall: Good ol’ McGonagall, good teacher, caring, will go out of her way to protect her students, and any interaction she has with Umbridge is pure gold. McGonagall is an absolute boss and I love her.

#8: James Potter: I really like James, let me make it clear: He was a bully at fifteen and he was shitty, and I’m not mailing excuses for that. Now that we got that out of the way, I like that James isn’t this ‘he can only be one way or the other type of character’ because even though he could be an arrogant dick during his teen years, and he was also caring and adored his friends, becoming an animagus to help Remus, letting Sirius into his home to help him escape his abusive family, etc, and once James grows out his bullying phase, he becomes even more likeable, the guy literally faced an evil wizard without a wand to give Lily and Harry a chance to escape, and if that doesn’t show how much he loved his son and wife, I don’t know what does.

#7: Lily Potter: Fierce and loving, doesn’t take shit from anybody, Lily is a wonderful character. I’m just disappointed there wasn’t a scene in the books where I got to see her own Snape’s sorry ass for being such a shit friend to her, ha.

#6: Fred and George: Ah, the twins. I’ve noticed they get more hate now a days, and I won’t deny, they could definitely be a little too nasty to Ron at times, and it never got really addressed, which is a shame, but I do love these two. They’re funny and goofy, and when they do want to step up for their siblings, or for Harry or Hermione, they do it pretty well.

#5: Hermione Granger: Ah Hermione, smart, brave, badass Hermione, who can also be a know-it-all at times and can be incredibly insensitive at times, but is still a good character who I really like. I like Hermione’s relationship with Ron, and her sibling relationship with Harry, I like how brilliant she is, just overall, Hermione’s pretty great.

#4: Ron Weasley: Ron is an absolute sweetheart, he’s funny, caring, loyal, and just pretty great, he isn’t perfect, he can be a jerk sometimes, he needs that jealousy complex of his under control, but I still love him, I’m glad that over time the fandom has grown to give the poor guy the love he deserves after so many years of some seriously ridiculously harsh criticism.

#3: Sirius/Remus: I honestly can’t choose between these two, who I prefer between that two of them changes depending on the day, my mood, and what fanfiction involving them I’ve read recently, I love both their relationships with Harry, and I hate how both of their stories end, seriously, the marauders really just keep getting picked up only to be punched in the gut constantly through out the series, Sirius is free from Azkaban, but he has to go on the run, Dumbledore allows him to apart of the order, but he’s trapped in his old abusive home, he finally gets to spend more time with Harry, but oh wait, he’s dead. Remus gets his dream job and he gets to meet Harry and bond with him, but Snape exposed him as a werewolf and Remus has to quit, he gets his best friend back and learns the truth about betrayed James and Lily, and finally gets to spend time with Sirius once they’re both in the order, but then Sirius dies, leaving Remus alone, Remus gets to fall in love with Tonks, and they have Teddy, but then Remus dies too. Sirius and Remus both deserve so much better.

#2: Harry Potter: Here he is, it’s best boy, Harry is so wonderful. He such a sassy and sarcastic little shit, and I love it so much, I love how loving he is with all his friends and family, I love how selfless he is and how he will do anything (including DYING) to protect the people he loves, I love how he doesn’t take any shit from bullies like Malfoy or Snape, I love how brave he is, he doesn’t care about what risks he’s taking, if there is something that Harry knows he could be doing to help protect the others, he’ll do it, no matter what kind of danger he could be putting himself into.

#1: GINNY FUCKING WEASLEY: Ginny is my girl. I love her so goddamn much, she’s brave, smart, protective, gutsy, funny, and an absolute badass. She’s also the perfect match for Harry in every way, shape, and form. Those two could take the world by storm if they wanted to. But seriously, let’s list all of a Ginny’s awesome moments, shall we? She constantly fought off an evil dark wizard that was possessing her for an entire year when she was only eleven years old, she, along with Neville and Luna, rallied Dumbledore’s Army at Hogwarts to fight against the Carrows at every turn during the school, and did everything they could to help Harry, Ron, and Hermione in any little way they thought they could while they were at Hogwarts, she also gave Harry some of the happiest couple weeks in his life during HBP. I love Ginny, Ginny is the best Harry Potter character in the series, nobody can top Ginny Weasley.

#ask

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lunarflux · 10 months

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Excerpt from my on-going Malfoy x OC / Hermione x OC fic Wattpad x FFN TLDR synopsis: Twins Io and Aster Visage transfer to Hogwarts at the behest of their uncle who witnessed a Seer prophesize Dumbledore's death. While at Hogwarts, Io catches the eye of Draco Malfoy who's more involved with the prophecy than she knows while Aster fights her desire for Hermione Granger after being torn between keeping her sister safe and holding onto the girl she's grown to love. Excerpt from Chapter 3: Two Blue Flames - Io and Aster attend their first Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Snape who has them practice nonverbal spellcasting by dueling other students. Io and Draco test each other's strength, learning they match each other in determination and unspoken attraction.

"Tread carefully, Io." She suddenly sounded serious. "Harry and Draco are two sides of the same coin. Draco's family just got dragged through the mud, and Harry is the reason why. Even if Harry is only a friend... Draco could either think of it as a challenge or as a threat."

"There is no threat, no challenge, and no flirting." They stopped in front of the DADA classroom. "And besides," she pushed the door open, holding it without stepping forward. "Draco doesn't want to talk to me."

"And what makes you say that?" Aster pushed through. "It's only been a day. You should've seen him leaving breakfast right as you did. Even his friends gave it a second look. He's terribly pale, isn't he? Always looks so miserable. Then again, who can blame him? What a rotten year he's had. His father just got sent away to a very horrible place, he's had his and his mother's name plastered all over the Daily Prophet for walking out of the trial, and considering how little sunlight our common room gets, I seriously think he may be anemic."

"You got all that from one day?"

"You're the one trying not to look at him. I, on the other hand," she shrugged. "I have eyes. And so does Draco. He looks at you. Well, he looks at you when he's not sulking. Do you think Hogwarts students fool around every now and again?"

Io paused. "Aster, the entire sixth year just hit puberty."

"So, I take that as a yes?"

The conversation was cut short as Professor Snape entered the room. The room felt dark and gloomy, the walls littered with horrid, graphic paintings of what one might expect at the hands of a curse or something worse. At the corner of her eye, Io spotted the familiar shaggy dark hair of Harry Potter accompanied by Hermione and Ron Weasley. The redhead was impossible to miss.

Aster nudged her sister, noticing someone else. "You've got to be joking. They're all in this class - Draco is here."

The sullen scowl graced the front right corner of the room. It wasn't a surprise that this was his, along with a handful of other Slytherins, baileywick. She could tell just by the looks on their faces and the comfortable slouches that they felt at ease despite Professor Snape's effort to dampen everyone's spirit with his choice of decor.

"It's because this is their first N.E.W.T. year in DADA. D'you think they know we've already taken this exam back at Ilvermorny?"

"I seriously doubt it." Aster huffed, taking a seat in the center row, just a few tables back from the front. "And if Dumbledore did know, there's a reason why he put us in his class. I'll give you two guesses, and the answer rhymes with 'carry water'."

Io sat next to Aster, under the sly gaze of Draco who almost looked pleased to see her.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Professor Snape started his long, very eerie monologue about the perils and uses. The fatal dangers of coming face to face with Inferi. The soul-crushing pain of getting hit with the Cruciatis curse. Among other dreadful sounding curses, most of which were depicted on the walls, Snape laced his words with an authoritative caution, emphasizing the advantage of using nonverbal spells and counter-curses.

Aster found herself smiling as Hermione Granger answered Snape with hesitation despite being confident successfully quoting a line from their textbook. This classroom was a chaotic mix of excitement and fear. It was a playground for the twins, though they did well to hide it.

Uncle Altair taught them about nonverbal spells every year until last. It was paced alongside learning each spell, so that this lesson would not be batched all in one lesson but side-by-side with all the others. It was very beneficial, especially in this situation where no one else had dared to try.

Professor Snape instructed the class to pair up and practice. Aster felt the familiar twinge of excitement, giving her twin a 'good luck' pat on the back as they separated to find a dueling partner.

"Give it a go, Visage." Io stood across from Theo Nott who confidently pointed his wand right between her eyes. "Dueling club doesn't start until next week, and I want to see what you've got."

Without hesitation, Io whipped her wand in his direction, almost emitting a crack in the air like a crisp strike of lightning.

Theo crashed back into the wall, his chest heaving as he slowly slumped onto the cold floor. Io stood up straight, fixing her robes. "Get up, Nott. I'm not going easy on you until you know how to cast without your lips blubbering."

The class filled with snickers and sneers, mostly from the Gryffidnor students who relished in Slytherin house bullying each other for once.

Theo charged forward with weight in his steps. He mimicked Io's wand movement, but only managed to create a weak stun which Io knocked to the floor with her wand arm.

She raised her wand again, making Theo back up two steps, bracing himself. But instead of falling on his back again, his wand shot out of his hand into the air, clanking to the floor near the door to the class.

Snape grabbed Theo by the back of his shirt, dragging him out of the way. "Mr. Nott, I expected more from Slytherin house. Ms. Visage is merely showing off her Pukwudgie ego, but you're lucky she has somehow saved this house from embarrassment." He turned to face Io. "However, rebounding spells and stunning is much more difficult against a skilled hand."

Io thought for a moment that Snape was about to shoot a curse right at her chest but instead he called over a new partner for her.

Draco strutted over to where Snape stood, his wand ready at his side.

Clutching her wand, Io pulled her arm back, but before another crack could ripple through the air, Draco cast his stun, forcing Io back into the table behind her. Her pride dropped with the sound of the table dragging against the floor.

She gathered herself quickly, centering herself. Standing in a direct line across from Draco, she looked up. A menacing stare glazed over her face. "Again."

Draco smiled confidently, his wand arm ready to fire. "Not aggressive enough for you?" A few of the students giggled at his comment, unsure of how to interpret the tension between these two. It could've been described as magnetic - if the magnets were two raging blue flames trying not to join into one.

"I said, again, Draco."

On the opposite side of the room, Harry Potter noticed Io referring to Malfoy by his first name and chalked it up to Slytherin house familiarity. He expected someone like Io to hate Malfoy as much as he did, and he couldn't help but observe with Ron the brief duel happening on that side of the class.

Despite the brief conversation, Harry thought he'd made a friend, knowing fully well those were difficult to come by as the years went on. The girl who he'd had such a gentle conversation with this morning was suddenly this dark force to be feared. He couldn't have imagined having someone like her during the fight at the Ministry last year. The look on her face would've made a Death Eater question who she was, what she knew, and what she was capable of.

Draco started once more, his wand meeting an invisible target at Io's chest, but this time her arm was faster, rebounding the stun into the far wall. As soon as her hand fell, she brought her wand up, whipping around her head like a lasso before casting Incarcerus. The ropes flew through the air in Draco's direction as he hurriedly cast his protection charm.

There was a poetic battle between them, neither giving the other time to recover from casting. Everyone else in the room couldn't help but stop to observe in between their own exercise - Snape included. Io felt the ache setting into her shoulder, but her pride wouldn't allow her to waver, not even for a second. As Draco moved, his blonde locks gradually fell into his face, gently curtoning across his forehead. His eyes were determined, fiery yet playful and clearly amused. He was enjoying this, this kind of interaction didn't need words (nonverbal spells aside). He could feel her rage, her strength. The power in the air around her as she stared straight at him, her icy gray eyes meeting his blue like they were mentally connected. He could predict her moves, and every time she surprised him, he grew more intrigued.

Stepping out of his thoughts, Draco darkened his gaze, stepping forward and casting a particularly strong jinx in Io's direction. The force of Io's protection spell was enough to make his knees buckle.

But she didn't stop there, planting her forward foot down as her hand lashed back down, a roaring fire shooting out of the tip of her wand.

Draco stumbled backwards, his protection charm briefly failing, a flicker of fear disrupting the smirk on his face.

Professor Snape sidestepped in between them, his wand creating a void in between the flames before loudly declaring, "Enough! Sit down, Visage, before you start a fire in my classroom. 20 points to Slytherin."

He looked at the rest of the class who all, by now, were intently staring at the sapphire haired girl who was panting with adrenaline. Io calmed her breaths, walking over to Draco. She held her hand out as a sign of truce. Draco took her hand without comment, his palm was warm as he gripped hers for a second longer than she expected.

"Could almost swear you looked a little scared, Draco." She looked up at him, doing her best to steady herself. "I hope I didn't wear you out too much before lunch."

For the first time, Draco smiled genuinely. This sort of thing made his chest feel funny. Like he found a kindred spirit, though not as dark as his. She wasn't like Pansy, and she was tougher than some of his friends. It was less about impressing him and more about proving they were equals. His smile fell as soon as he realized he was doing it. Still holding her hand, he yanked his arm back, her cheek nearly meeting his shoulder as his lips skimmed the edge of her ear.

"You're going to have to try a little harder to tire me out."

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lovegoodfics · 2 years

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matching grins- part two to summer affairs

read part one here

word count: 4.1k

summary: after your interaction with james at harry’s summer party, neither one of you forgot about what you hadn’t yet finished.

warnings: age gap (all characters are of consenting age), unprotected sex (be smart kids!), dom/sub roles, cursing, choking, slight overstimulation, cheating, hard scratching (james’ back), use of petnames, degradation, loss of virginity, squirting, minimal aftercare.

a/n: once again written on a long flight so i’m sorry if it’s not super great! i manually edited it also because i don’t have internet connection to use grammarly or anything, so i’m sorry if there’s typos or if i fuck up the grammar. hope u like it and hope it was worth the wait :) p.s: feel free to send in requests!

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After that hot summer afternoon, you had only seen James twice. Once at King’s Cross as James and Lily saw Harry off to Hogwarts, and once more when your friend group got together over the Holidays. It wasn’t a rare occurrence to visit the Potter’s over breaks, as your friend group was very close and Harry’s parents were just so generous to host you all.

Their generosity- James’ generosity- had crossed your mind often since Harry’s 16th birthday party. Since returning to Hogwarts, you had been with a few boys in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw to try and fill the hole that James had opened up inside of you, but nothing felt quite as good as James. There was just something about your experience with James that made it all feel so good. Obviously he was experienced and particularly talented in that area, but maybe it was him being older, the nonchalance he had about the whole thing, the scandal of it all, or the secrecy. Whatever it was, you were obsessed and craved, no, needed more.

“What’s on your mind?” Hermione asked with a suspecting look on her face. Just then you realized you had been stirring your drink and staring into the fire for far too long, you probably looked crazy.

“Oh! Nothing, just thinking about the upcoming semester. I know how much you hate it, but I’m really looking forward to Divination. I heard 6th years get to start practicing prophecy reading,” you quickly came up with a diversion, knowing how much Hermione hated Divination and how much she loved to complain about it.

“Oh don’t get me started, Y/N. That woman is mad, really! If you’d like to hear my opinion, I think it’s more of a class where we play along with her game of makebelieve!”

“Believe me, Hermione, we’ve heard your opinion about it. Dozens of times,” Ron interjected, coaxing a small laugh out of you and Dean.

You were all sat around the coffee table in front of the fireplace on the second floor of Harry’s house. Getting together for weekends over break was much easier once Hermione figured out how to get you all muggle telephones, or cellphones, as she referred to them.

You had no problem learning to use the device, but Ron’s literacy with muggle technology was laughable. If he could manage to even send a text, it would be in all caps and filled with numbers and symbols, making it completely unreadable.

Harry reappeared in the doorway after going downstairs to help Lily with something, asking “Does anyone want anything to eat? My mom wont leave me alone until someone says yes.” He looked embarrassed, causing a laugh out of the group scattered across the room. You all responded in a chorus of “Yes!” “Sure” and nods of heads through your laughter.

“Thank Merlin,” he sighed, disappearing down the stairs again.

You returned to your conversation with Hermione and Ron until a voice and figure in the doorframe knocked the wind out of you.

There James stood, feet away from you, holding a tray of cheese and crackers and a few bags of other snacks under his arm. You couldn’t decide where to look- his face illuminated by the fire, making him look like a Greek God, his massive hands that took up half of the tray he was holding, his veiny and muscular forearms that were revealed under his rolled up sweater and button-up shirt, or the easy smirk resting on his face, the one he always had. He rested the tray and the bags on the coffee table, gently pushing aside a few of your cups to make space for the ridiculous amount of snacks Lily had obviously sent him to bring.

As he nudged your cup to the side, it toppled over and it’s contents spilled all over your front.

“Shit!” you exclaimed, standing up and reaching for the stack of napkins on the table to attempt to dry the mess off of your clothes.

You looked up meekly, “Sorry for the language, Mr. Potter.” You remembered when he scolded you for both your language and calling him Mr. Potter at your last, and only, rendezvous, and you hoped he would be reminded of the same.

If he did remember, he didn’t show any sign of it in his face or body language as he quickly, but much more carefully, placed the tray finally on the table.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry!” James apologized, also reaching for a few napkins to help dry you off. The feeling of his hand brushing your abdomen even through the napkin made you shudder.

James noticed the chill that ran through your spine and for the first time since the incident, looked up at you with acknowledgment of your history in his face.

Although you had only seen it once before, the gleam of mischief in his eyes was all too familiar to you. “Y/N, why don’t you come with me? I know we have a shirt or something for you to change into, I’d hate to see you sit in these wet clothes for the rest of the night.”

You almost questioned why you couldn’t just use a drying spell before his hand on your lower back ushered you out of the room, just like he had the previous summer.

He silently led you up another flight of steps and down a corridor until you reached a bedroom. The journey to this bedroom felt half an hour long, though realistically it probably took you less than a minute to get here.

“Okay, I know Lily has some stuff that’s too small for her in here, as well as some things that you kids have left behind here over the years. Harry’s cousin also has some things here, you could pick one of those-“

With more confidence this time around, you were the one to interrupt James. “Mr. Potter, did we really come up here to find a new shirt? If that’s the case I can really just use a drying spell.”

The snark in your voice did not pass by James. “I’ve told you how I feel about being called Mr. Potter. Watch the attitude.”

“Sorry, Sir.” You taunted the word at him, using it in a mocking tone rather than one of sincerity.

Before you could blink, James’ hand wrapped around your throat and pushed you into the nearest wall.

“What did I say about the fucking attitude, princess?” He growled, letting his hot breath hit the side of your ear, causing a shiver to run its way down your spine. Your face turned to the side, shying away from James’ aggressive dominance.

“Or do you like being a fucking brat? Think being a brat will get you what you want?” A whine escaped your lips as he talked down to you, a fire sparking in the area between your belly and your groin.

“Answer me,” He growled.

“Yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Good fucking girl.”

He released the iron grip he had on your throat, leaving you scrambling for a breath of air.

His arm snaked under the skirt and tights you had on and into your underwear, feeling between your folds. “Anybody touch this pussy since I have?”

You knew better than to not answer or lie. In your current state, you knew any lie would be obvious.

“Yes, Sir.”

“How many?”

“Just a few.” A snarl from him had you quickly correcting yourself. “Three! Two Gryffindors and a Ravenclaw Boy!”

“Fucking Slut.” He drew his hand out of your panties and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Anybody fuck you?”

“No! No, Sir!”

“Ever?”

“No Sir!”

“Good.”

He grabbed a fist full of your hair from the back of your head and yanked it so he had access to your neck.

“What did those boys do to you?”

You were taken aback by the question, not really sure what he was asking or which answer he was looking for. “What?”

He released a sultry, sinister laugh before responding, “Cmon baby girl, don’t act stupid with me. How did they touch you? Give me every detail.”

You gulped, trying to remember each of the ways the boys at Hogwarts had been with you. They all weren’t very good, and only one of them had even made you cum, so it’s not like the experiences were incredibly remarkable or memorable. His hot breath and lips on your neck didn’t make the act of thinking any easier as he bit and kissed around your jaw.

“Uhm. The uh- the boy from Ravenclaw just kind of- he kind of fingered me I guess?”

“You guess?”

“No, Sir. He fingered me.” It was hard to maintain confidence and a steady voice as his hand dipped back into your panties and one of James’ large fingers was pushed inside of you.

“The others?” He asked, still nipping at your neck and slowly thrusting his curled single digit in and out of you. As James hit just the right spot inside of you with the tip of his finger, a sharp bite on the nape of your neck drew your answer out of you.

“Sorry! Uh- one just kind of ate me out. The other boy he…”

“He what?” He added another digit and his fingers increased in pace.

“He played with my clit.” You couldn’t believe the dirty words coming out of your mouth, and how the embarrassment of saying them somehow made this whole thing even hotter.

“Please, Sir! I need to cum!”

“Fucking hold it. Those boys make you cum like I can?”

“No, Sir!”

He snorted, still speaking into the area where your earlobe met your neck and the side of your head. “They make you cum at all?”

The blush on your cheeks deepened as you admitted to James that only one boy had made you cum, and it wasn’t very good anyway.

“Nobody touches this pussy like I can.”

“Nobody! Nobody, Sir! Merlin…” You were merely moaning out your incoherent thoughts at this point, walking a fine line between maintaining your composure and collapsing into an orgasm under James’ ministrations.

He placed the pad of his thumb on your clit, just firmly holding it there for a moment before beginning to move it in slow, painfully slow, stroking motions.

“How did he play with your clit? Did he go fast or slow? Did he make you feel this good?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you tried to process his words, the knot pleasure that sat heavily in your lower abdomen, and what answer would get you what you desperately needed all at once.

“He- he went fast! Please, please let me cum!” Tears were welling up in your eyes at this point, it practically hurt trying to ignore the overdue orgasm that was begging to be let go.

A deep, possessive grunt came from his chest, his fingers speeding up ever so slightly as he whispered, “Tell me I make you feel better than any of those other boys. Tell me this pussy is mine, and you can come.”

The effect all of James’ words had on you was almost laughable. He could say just about anything to you right now and it would only make your pussy clench tighter around his fingers. “James, God! It’s yours! It’s yours, only yours. Make me feel so good. Please, please, Sir, I’m going to cum!”

“Cum.”

The electricity that traveled through every nerve and neuron in your body, spreading from your core, through your limbs, and into your fingers and toes was other worldly. You thrashed against James’ tight grip on you as you rode through one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever had- and you knew it would not be the final one of the night.

Giving you just a moment to catch your breath and float back down to earth, James took a step back from you, taking off his sweater and leaving only his rolled up button-up shirt. The way the fabric hugged his every muscle in his arms and abdomen left little to the imagination, but then again, so did this encounter.

Not wanting to appear ungrateful or as if you didn’t want to take anything any further, you also discarded your sweater and began to unbutton your jeans and slide them down your legs as James spoke up once again. “You gonna let me fuck you, baby?”

Although his words were dominant and seductive as always, his tone was slightly softer. You knew this was him making sure you fully consented and that this is something you wanted first. He may have been fucking a woman 20 years younger than him but he wasn’t cruel.

Instead of answering him with words, as you knew he preferred, you instead fully kicked your jeans and panties off of your legs and opened them as you leaned back against the small desk that was previously beside you both.

With your legs spread and your pussy presented for open viewing to him, you looked him in the eyes and whispered, “Please. Please come fuck me, Sir.”

“Fuck,” He swore, and you could’ve sworn you saw his pupils double in size and a bit of drool form between his lips before he was ripping off his belt and rushing over to you, desperate to finally be inside of you as he wished he could have been months ago.

He knelt before you and licked a firm line up the center of your folds, coaxing a bolt of electricity to make its way through your core. Just as he was about to put his fingers back in, you spoke up. “Please, don’t need t’ be stretched out. I can take it. Please, please fuck me.”

You were practically crying at this point, never having experienced this intense desperation before. You swore if his cock wasn’t inside you in the next 30 seconds, you may pass out from the denial of your body’s cravings.

Normally, James would uphold his dominant persona and tease you about being such a slut and so desperate for his cock. However, with you on display so prettily for him and the slight sound of your wetness clenching around air, he was as much of a slave to his desires as you were.

He dropped his pants and boxers in one swift motion and lined up his cock with your entrance. “You ready, darling?”

“Yes, sir.”

“It’s going to hurt at first, let me know if we need to stop.”

James’ constant switching between a cold, controlling dominant and the sweet, loving person you had always known him to be had you nearly falling head over heels for him, even if it was just sexually and in the moment.

He pushed himself into you, and immediately his fingertips dug much too harshly into your hips, the tips of them turning white from how strong his grip was. You drank up the pain as if it were the first Butterbeer of Autumn, and reveled in the overwhelming feeling of being stretched in a way you never had before.

After a moment, you tapped his shoulder and croaked out a simple “Move, please.”

“Such nice manners, anything for you princess.” He slowly began to thrust in and out, trying his best to maintain control over himself as to not hurt you and end this fantasy early.

Your eyes shut and your mouth turned into a shape that resembled something between a moan and a grimace as you took in the burning of his thrusts. In the most complex terms your brain could fathom at the moment: it hurt so good.

The stretching and burning slowly started to subside into pleasure as his slow, controlled thrusts persisted, his hot breath fanning over your neck.

“More,” you moaned out, your hands grasping tight around the back of his shoulders and your nails digging into the skin on his back. James let out an involuntary moan of relief as he was able to let down his guard of self-control and fuck you as he had always dreamed.

His thrusts immediately picked up in pace, and his cock brushed past your g-spot and slammed into your cervix repeatedly. The first time his cock hit your spongy cervix you let out a scream of both agonizing pain and please, which was instantly muffled by James’ large, calloused hand.

“Be fucking quiet, gonna let the whole fucking house know you’re a whore.”

The snide, dominant James that had dissappeared as your virginity was first being taken was back. His hand moved from your mouth to your throat and pinned you against the wall behind you, cutting off most of your air circulation.

“Merlin, you’re so fucking wet. So tight, fuck! This is my pussy.” He shoved his other hand deep into your throat, making you violently gag at the unexpected intrusion. As quickly as his fingers had appeared in your mouth, they had left, finding a new place on your clitoris. He harshly rubbed your clit back and forth with every fingertip on his right hand, and if it weren’t for the pressure against your windpipe and arteries preventing any noise (or air), you would have outright screamed.

“C-cum! cum, cum, cum…” was all you could manage to blubber out with the lack of air you had and the fog in your brain only growing thicker.

“Cum, angel. Make a mess.” Just as your climax was about to peak, James removed his hand from your throat. The rush of much needed air into your body combined with the endorphins that had flooded your nervous system like a dam break had your vision of James’ floppy hair and sweaty shoulder turn into green and black dots.

You snapped back into consciousness moments later, your eyes having trouble readjusting to light. Once your eyes refocused you looked down to where James’ cock was still brutally entering you and saw a clear, milky ish substance covering both of your lower halves.

James must have noticed your brief pause of confusion as he spoke up, “Y’ squirted. Who else can make you feel that fucking good? Who else can make a virgin squirt?”

One more rough thrust, once again, drew an immediate answer out of you.

“Nobody! Nobody else! You sir!”

He was beginning to get sloppy and his rhythm was no longer as precise, although the intensity of his thrusts never faltered. Honestly, they may have either increased or he had just fucked you to a point of painful sensitivity.

“M’ gonna cum,” he grunted, marveling at the continuation of your nails harshly running down the skin of his back.

“Not in me,” You quickly spoke. As much as you would have loved for James to claim you as his own, realistically it would be disastrous.

He harshly pulled out, and the loss of motion and stretch of your pussy made you let out a sharp, involuntary whine.

With two quick jerks of his fist, he came all over your lower belly and pubic mound, his semen mixing with the liquid from your earlier orgasm.

He collapsed back on top of you for a minute. You both just lay there, sweaty bodies intermingled, trying to catch your breath and make sense of what just occurred.

After a minute had past, James slowly stood up, reaching around for his glasses that had been discarded during sex without your noticing. Once he managed to feel for his glasses and put them on his face, he grabbed some sort of cloth that you didn’t care to decipher from the closet and gently wiped your abdomen and thighs clean from the cum that was beginning to dry and stick.

He cleaned himself up, pulling up his own boxers before putting your panties back up your legs. You deeply appreciated that he was taking a bit more care of you afterwards this time, as you don’t think you’d be able to successfully put everything back on in the state your body was in.

You were dazed off a bit, not really paying much attention to much else when you heard James let out a short string of profanities under his breath. You looked up to him, and then over to what his gaze was fixated on. In the mirror, you were both able to see the near gashes you left in his back with your nails.

“I’m really sorry…” you trailed off, looking down at your lap. The once confident composure you had built up during sex had vanished, and you were as shy and as embarrassed as you ever were around him.

“No, no, it’s hot! Just gotta figure out how to cover em up.” He reached for his wand that remained in the pocket of his jeans, crumpled up on the floor. With a spell you couldn’t quite decipher, the bright red, streaking marks had begun to heal themselves quickly. They turned a bright pink, an off white, and then faded back into his skin color all together.

“My neck… can you uh, can you do that for me?”

You turned your head to the side, giving him full exposure of the marks you were sure had already started turning various hues of purple. His chuckle threw you off guard, and your sudden confusion overpowered the embarrassment of looking him in the eyes. As you met his eyes, he smirked.

“No you keep those marks. Show those goddamn amateur boys what a real man did to you.”

Your mouth fell agape, perplexed by his audacity. If men have one thing, it really is the fucking audacity. “James! What if someone downstairs sees! They know my neck wasn’t covered in purple just an hour ago!”

His radiant smile and belly laugh only irritated you more as he grabbed a new sweater, the purpose of your trip to this room, from the closet and pulled your head through the hole of it. “Good thing you’re wearing a turtleneck then.” His beaming smirk made you roll your eyes, and you grabbed the jeans that had pooled below your feet and pulled them back up your legs, fumbling with the top button for just a moment.

“Asshole,” you muttered at a volume that you thought only you would be able to hear. Clearly that was not the case as James grabbed your shoulder harshly and pulled you towards him so his mouth was next to your ear again.

You prepared to have him scold you, or possible promise a further punishment, but he only slyly said, “We can explore that hole next time.” When he pulled away he winked at you, and while you pretended that the shudder that ran its way through you and shook your shoulders was one of annoyance, you both knew it was one of anticipation.

“You’ve ought to head down before me. We just had a long, very interesting conversation about my mother’s hobby of knitting sweaters, as far as anybody down there is concerned.” The easy smirk remained on his face, and it annoyed you beyond belief that he could just snap back to his usual self after doing such sinful and amazing things to, and with you.

You turned around, ready to leave him with a snarky comment of your own, until your own eyes met his big, puppy-dog brown ones. Despite the annoying, arrogant smirk, his eyes were kind and had you falling in love like a schoolgirl again, as you once had so many years ago.

“Kiss?” You measly asked, toying with the hem of your sweater in embarrassment. He smiled now instead of smirking and left a gentle, caring kiss on your lips, holding each side of your face gently in the hands that had just torn you apart.

You smiled and left the room with one last tap on your butt from James, silently closing the door behind you. As you made your way back to the room you all had been lounging in, you couldn’t contain the big, goofy grin that had etched its way onto your features.

You took your seat next to Hermione and Dean once again, trying your best to maintain your composure and act as if your virginity hadn’t just been taken by the man you dreamed about every night just moments ago.

“Y/N, what’s with the grin?” Harry asked, helping himself to some of the popcorn Lily must have brought up in addition to the food James had delivered.

“Your father told me a very interesting story about all the sweaters your… grandma, I think? used to make. It was sweet.”

He chuckled lightly, seeming to take your response without second guessing.

As the conversations continued and the fire dwindled, that blissed out, post-sex smile never left your face. And when James came to tell you all goodnight, he had a matching grin on his.

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momolady · 2 years

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Bo the Qilin

A new mother gets a rather strange visitor claiming her child is something from prophecy. Unfortunately for this visitor, he's going to have a hard time convincing this mother of anything. Also, first new story of 2022!

Female Reader x Male Monster

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The night my son, Sebastian, was born, I swear I saw the color of the moon change. No one believed me, but as I got into the cab to the hospital, it turned brilliant pink. I knew what I saw back then, and I don’t think I’m creative enough to make something like that up. For a while, I thought it was some sort of sign, even a warning, so I was cautious when I first took Sebastian home. After a couple of weeks had passed, I decided that maybe I had seen a trick of the light, that it wasn’t some omen. That was until Bo came into our lives.

It was just a normal day, and I was trying to get some things done around the house while Sebastian slept. I was used to people dropping by at this point, so when there was a knock on the door I didn’t think twice. Answering it, I found a tall, oddly dressed Asian man standing there and smiling, with very long, pitch-black hair that looked more like a sheet of silk. He wore an elaborate robe covered in gold embroidery, a huge red gemstone pinned to the front of his collar and tiny round sunglasses that almost completely hid his eyes. “Good afternoon, Ms. Valynsia,” he said in a strangely soothing voice. “My name is Bo, and I have come to see the baby.”

“Are you out of your mind?” I burst.

His brows raised. “I beg your pardon?”

“You do see what you look like, right? I mean… My auntie dresses weird, but I know her. I’m not letting some strange man into my home to see my baby. Thank you for trying, bye.” I closed the door on him, but it wasn’t the last I had seen of Bo.

Bo came back the next day, asking to see Sebastain again. But as I was going to close the door in his face he earnestly said, “He’s a very special baby! I’m here to help him!”

I glared at him through the crack in the door. “What are you talking about?”

Bo sighed. “Your son’s birth has been foretold for generations. He is meant to be the most powerful sorcerer this world will ever see.”

I scowled. “Is this Harry Potter?”

“No. I am serious. My kind have been watching over the great magic users and sages since the world was new. It is my responsibility to see to your son’s well-being, and teach him magic so he may use it wisely.”

“Your kind?” I asked.

“I am a qilin.” Bo laid his palms flat on his chest. “To put it in the simplest of terms, a unicorn.”

This was a bit hard to swallow. “Then why do you look like a guy if you’re a unicorn? Where’s your horn?”

Bo huffed in disappointment. “This is a form I have to take in order to walk amongst humans. My real form is sealed until your son performs his first spell under my tutelage. I know this must be strange and even hard to believe, but this is extremely important.”

“I’m too broke to be buying nonsense. So either come back with some sort of proof, or stop trying to be weird around kids.”

I was about to close the door when suddenly his hand closed over mine. The ring on his finger shimmered brightly, leaving a trail of pink light behind it, and the gem set in it reminded me of the pink moon I saw the night Sebastian was born. “Please. I only want to help, Ms. Valynsia” Bo pleaded gently.

His expression was soft and gentle, and dare I say he even looked beautiful, which made me soft. “The last time I let some strange man into my house I ended up pregnant.”

Bo’s brows pursed. “The child’s father is not around?”

“No. He vanished not long after I found out about the baby. So I am mother and father for as long as I have to be.”

“How odd. Usually the father is supposed to…” Bo stopped and lifted his chin. “All the more reason I should be here. You won’t be alone, Ms. Valynsia.”

It took some more convincing, as well as my own research online. Qilin are supposed to bring prosperity and good luck, and much like Bo said, they appear during the arrival of great rulers and sages. Bo visited each day until I let him in to see Sebastian and then I realized there was real magic involved. Sebastian floated out of his crib to meet Bo, like an infant Peter Pan. He instantly took to Bo, too, and after that first meeting Sebastian would cry and scream when Bo was not around. It started wreaking havoc in the house, as his cries made things fly off shelves, walls move, and even changed the layout of his nursery.

At wit’s end, I let Bo in. It was strange at the beginning, having this man in my home. Bo’s clothing and movements both hinted that he wasn’t exactly human. But Sebastian adored him, and after some time I got used to him too. Having Bo there was a blessing, especially when I went back to work.

Time passed, and Bo became a normal part of our lives. I was able to help him try to acclimate to human behaviors, and pick out a new wardrobe, although his taste was still suspect. He helped me understand Sebastian’s abilities and importance, although that still terrified me. “He is meant to do important things, but he will always be yours,” Bo told me. “He will always have your wisdom and strength with him, which is part of what makes him so powerful. Because you’re a good mother, he will be a good leader.”

I sighed and rubbed at my cheeks. “You’re going to make me cry, Bo.”

Bo chuckled. “It’s true, Ms. Valynsia.” He placed his hand upon my back, and his palm was warm.

Sebastian’s sixth birthday rolled around, and I got busy planning the party. Sebastian was excited, as he had so many new friends from school to invite. This was his first big-boy birthday party. “Six is a big age,” Bo was telling him over breakfast one morning. “And a very powerful number.”

“Really?” Sebastian looked up from his plate.

Bo nodded. “Six is a sign for happiness and harmony, which means this could be an important year for you.”

“Every year seems big,” Sebastian said in awe.

The smile on Bo’s face as he looked at Sebastian always made my heart flutter. Something about it was so adorable, and I could tell he loved my son, which meant more to me than I knew. “This one is going to be extra-big.”

“Whoa!”

I chuckled and handed Sebastain his lunchbox. “Hurry up and finish eating. Your bus will be here soon.”

“Okay, Mommy. Thank you.” He picked up his toast with both hands to eat.

“Is there anything you’re wishing for? Since it’s going to be such a lucky year for you, it will probably come true.”

Sebastian got a look on his face I couldn’t quite read. “Will you and Mommy be getting married?”

Bo choked on his tea, and I very nearly put the knife I was cleaning through my palm. “Sebastian, what are you talking about?”

“What?” he asked with a slight pout.

“As honored as I would be, your mother and I are not…” Bo hesitated and adjusted his glasses. “Your mother and I are indeed very close, but there is nothing…” He seemed to be having a hard time saying that word.

“The bus!” There was no time to think about it now. I rushed Sebastain out as the bus honked and the kids inside yelled, and when I came back into the house there was a curious tension in the air. “I had no idea he had such thoughts in his head,” I sighed. “That boy.”

Bo sighed. “It is not so silly when you see things from his point of view, Ms. Valynsia. He has two people who have cared for him all his life, and who love him. Of course he would get that idea in his head.”

“Well…” I murmured, unsure of where I was heading.

“It’s hard to say what he knows of romance aside from those cartoon movies he adores.” Bo had a strange expression on his face. “He may assume more than we know.”

I put the dishes away and stood there for a second. “Didn’t you say that his words have power once?”

“All words do,” Bo said softly. “Sebastian, though, has a funny way of knowing what’s true, even if he doesn’t grasp it yet.”

I made myself laugh. “It’s silly, though!”

“Yes,” Bo looked distant. “It is.”

I screwed my mouth into a tight line. “I have to get to work. You don’t mind picking Sebastian up today, do you?”

“Not at all. I’ll be happy to see him. Is there anything you’d like for dinner?” Bo asked.

I shook my head. “Whatever you make will be fine.” The tension in the air was growing.

A big storm came that weekend, and we had to reschedule Sebastain’s birthday party. He was beside himself with disappointment, and stayed snuggled up with me or Bo all day. I read to him and made a blanket fort in hopes of cheering him up. That evening, in hopes of lifting his spirits, I let him go stay with his grandparents, who promised to spoil him rotten the next day. He always loved staying the night with them. They had a bigger TV, and his grandmother made his favorite food.

After he was gone, I felt a bit heavy. I was disappointed too. I had been working so hard to plan for this big party, and now it had to wait. I went back into the living room to clean up the blanket fort and noticed Bo was inside. “What’re you doing?” I knelt in the entrance.

Bo quickly put his glasses back on. “I’m sorry, Ms. Valynsia. I was going to clean up, but it seemed cozy in here.” He smiled up at me. “Did he seem excited to be going to his grandparents?”

“He was still a bit pouty.” I sat down with him inside. “I thought turning six was supposed to make him happy.”

“It will, just in ways that won’t seem obvious at first.” Bo smiled at me. “Even this disappointment will have meaning for him.”

I smiled back, then looked down at the book we had been reading. I went to pick it up, but Bo reached it the same time I did. Our fingers touched and while I started to chuckle, Bo’s cheeks bloomed bright red. “Are you hot or something?”

I reached up to touch his forehead and he pulled back, grabbing my hand to keep it away. “No, I’m fine.” He scooted back until his head got stuck into the blankets.

“You’re acting weirder than normal, and that’s saying something. You’ve been a little iffy all week. Is something wrong?”

Bo huffed and pulled his hair over his shoulder, stroking it through his fingers. I had only noticed him do this a few times before, once when Sebastian had an extremely high fever and had to stay overnight in the hospital, another time when Sebastian had a bad splinter, and then again when he went to school for the first time.

“Something’s up. If you can’t tell me, then I’m going to worry.”

Boo shook his head and had a slight frown on his lips. “It’s not something that needs to be worried about. Not by you, at least.”

I gave him a cross, concerned look. “That sounds like I need to.”

Bo licked his lip, then tucked it between his teeth. “This isn’t something that should happen. It’s strange.”

“Bo!”

He looked back up at me and his cheeks went red again. “What Sebastian wants for his birthday, what he told us a few days ago…” His voice cracked and he turned away again. “I don’t think it is entirely ridiculous.”

A jolt went through my heart. “That we should get married?” I laughed.

“Yes. I have been dealing with some complicated feelings for a long time, but I did not want to admit it until Sebstian so boldly announced his wish.”

I held my breath as Bo continued to stroke his long hair. “I do have feelings for you,” he breathed. “For a long time, actually.”

My heart was racing. “You do?”

Bo couldn’t look at me. “This isn’t supposed to happen. The legends stated the child would have parents who embodied wisdom and kindness. I am not supposed to fall in love with…” He stopped and hung lower.

“Bo, I…”

Bo shook his head. “You don’t need to say anything. You don’t have to tell me it will be okay, or that you care for me. I know you do, and I understand if you do not feel the same. Sebastian is what matters, and I will overcome these feelings with time. All I require is your friendship.”

I placed my hand on his cheek and raised his head. At first he resisted, but then he gave in and let my palm meet his cheek. I couldn’t stop myself from kissing him. I sat up to reach his lips and I felt myself melting into him. Bo’s lips parted in surprise, and then he placed his hands on my shoulders. His long fingers slowly moved up, touching my face as the kiss deepened. “Ms. Valynsia,” Bo whispered as we parted. “I don’t think my heart can take this.”

“You don’t have to call me Miss. Just call me by my name.” I smiled softly at him before I leaned in to kiss his cheek.

Bo turned slightly, our lips brushing together again. It felt so right, felt so needed. His touch was gentle, and his hands shook. Both of us were nervous, but so sure of what we were doing. I ran my fingers through his hair, and Bo took hold of my braids and let them sift through his fingers. “Alright,” he breathed. “Valynsia.” He made a face. “It sounds so weird, I’m sorry.”

I kissed him again. “You’ll get used to it.”

I woke the next day inside the blanket fort with Bo’s arms wrapped around me. His glasses were set to the side, but his eyes were closed. I’d never seen him with the sunglasses off. He had always been beautiful, but in slumber there was a fairy tale quality to him. His long lashes fluttered in sleep, and as I rose he began to stir, although he fought rising.

Last night, when he confessed his feelings, I was too overwhelmed to fully voice my own. All these years my fondness for him had grown, and the more he loved Sebastian the more I fell in love with him. His smile, his odd ways, even his odd dress - I adored them all. I suppose I had been afraid of falling in love again and being that vulnerable around someone. In fact, I was still afraid.

Bo’s eyes fluttered open, and I saw a bright flash of pink. He quickly put on his sunglasses again and sat up. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I muttered.

He smiled shyly. “So…” he looked around, confused. “Morning.”

I chuckled to myself. “I hope your back is okay, having slept on the floor all night.”

“I’m fine. Are you?”

I looked at him and my heart rumbled again. “Mhm,” I nodded.

“Oh, good, good.” His cheeks began to redden. “Well… let's clean up, or I can make breakfast. Either way,” his voice cracked, “you probably want a shower. You should go first. I’ll, uh… I’ll wait here.” He stroked his hair.

“Is something wrong?”

“Yes there is, and it is mortifying!” Bo huffed. “Please, just give me this grace.”

I glanced down to his lap. “Are you…?”

Bo placed a pillow over his lap. “Ms. Valynsia!”

I smiled and started laughing. For some reason, that broke the tension inside me, and I couldn’t help kissing him lovingly. “Okay, I’ll go take a shower.” I kissed him again, not really wanting to leave.

“Don’t laugh. Ms. Valynsia, it isn’t funny.” He kissed me in return, laughing between each embrace. “You’re making it worse.”

I grinned. “I thought you were some proper, slightly stuffy gentleman. I’m a bit shocked.”

Bo’s smile was big and beautiful. “Even proper, stuffy men like me can be felled by a beautiful woman. Now I beg you again, leave so I can calm myself.”

“It’s natural. You don’t have to be so ashamed. But I’ll leave you be.” I rose to crawl out of the blanket fort. “Maybe we should have a better talk later. About last night.”

“Yes, of course.” Bo said from inside. “I’ll make breakfast.”

I took my time in the shower, allowing myself to cool down as well. Once I was done, I changed into comfortable clothes and went into the kitchen. Bo was cooking, and wearing a new change of clothes as well. His hair was tied back and I could see the elegant nape of his neck, which looked kissable. “I know you’re there,” he said.

“I know you know,” I jibed. I stood beside him over the eggs he was frying. “Do you feel better now?”

“I’m still mortified,” he scoffed. “But I will survive.”

“I do love you,” I murmured.

He stabbed the yolk of the egg. then quickly moved the pan aside. “Don’t startle me like that! I love you too,” Bo huffed.

I could almost cry. “I have for a long time, just like you said. But I was so scared, Bo. Scared it would hurt, scared it would hurt you and Sebastian. I was… am terrified of opening up like that again.”

“You don’t need to explain anything to me, Valynsia. I was scared for the same reasons. I mean, this job is important. Sebastian is everything to me, not just because of my responsibility, but because I love him too. You’re both…” I saw tears slip down Bo’s cheek from under his glasses. “There is so much at stake here.”

I stood on tiptoes to kiss him. “And that is what made me fall in love with you.”

Bo took off his glasses, and I saw the pink moons in his eyes. I wiped away the tears on his face and he held my hand there, kissing it lovingly.

Not long after his sixth birthday party, Sebastian came running up to me, more excited than I had ever seen him before. “Mommy! Mommy!” He tackled my legs and nearly knocked me over.

“Easy, baby, easy!” I knelt down to be face to face with him. “What’s got you so excited?”

“I finally did it! Bo taught me!”

Bo came into the room, having chased after Sebastain from the yard. “Show her. Go ahead!” He sounded just as excited.

Sebastian held up his hands and concentrated hard until his fingertips began to glow. Small sparks of light flew between his palms, and then a ball of light began to form. It grew bigger and bigger, then folded out and created petals. He then held a lotus blossom in his hands. “I did magic! Like Bo said!” Sebastian bounced excitedly, showing me the lotus he had made.

It was his first spell. Sebastian raced back over to Bo with a big grin. “Remember your promise?”

“I do,” Bo said softly. “Now that you’ve mastered your first spell, it means I can show you what I really look like.”

I had forgotten about that. When Sebastain was still a baby, Bo had told me his appearance was locked until this milestone. Only then could he reveal his true appearance.

Bo took off his glasses, and his eyes began to glow. Sebastain stepped back, standing with me as Bo began to change. The light in the room shifted, flickering and dancing, turning pink around Bo. Bo then shook off the light, standing before us as the mystical beast he was. His hair had become the mane draped over his long neck, and pink flames rose around his face and legs. Dark purple scales covered his body, and a single horn jutted from his forehead. His back legs were hooved, but his front limbs ended in clawed hands, which he extended to us.

“So, how do I look?”

“Cool!” Sebastian ran up to him, touching the pink flames - which didn’t burn - and giggling over how cool his best friend looked.

Bo turned, looking expectantly at me. I approached him and smiled. “You’re so beautiful.”

His gaze softened and he chuckled. “You don’t think I’m odd?” His voice was human.

I took hold of his hand. “Of course I do, but I still adore you.”

Sebastian went to bed easily that night. Mastering a spell and seeing Bo’s true form really tired him out. He snored loudly as I tucked him in and shut his door, then headed towards my room to get ready for bed. I hesitated. I instead went to Bo’s door, which had once been a closet, but which he had magicked into a full-size room. I knocked on his door and nervously waited.

“Come in.”

I stepped into Bo’s room, seeing he was still in his qilin form. He looked up at me and suddenly shifted back to his human guise. “Why did you switch?” I asked.

“I figured you would…” He stopped and shrugged. “I’m a bit nervous.” He sat down on the foot of his bed.

“I think you’re handsome both ways.” I sat down beside him and placed my hand into his. “I’d like to see it again.”

“Really?”

I leaned in and kissed him, feeling the shift in his lips, his mouth. I saw those pink moons in his eyes as I pulled back, and the dark scales as well. I smoothed my hand over his long face, gently running my fingers through his mane.

“Is there something you wanted?” Bo asked shyly.

“Just you.”

His eyes went wide. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Only if you want me too, that is.” I ran my hand down his thigh.

Bo took a breath. “Of course I do. I just don’t want to rush. But I so want you.” He smiled. “Ever since that morning in the blanket fort, it’s always been a thought, a wish.”

“Wish granted.” I kissed him, falling over onto the bed as it deepened. I lost my breath as his kisses went down my body, and I was not prepared for the exceptionally long tongue he had. I hadn’t been so worshipped like this, touched and comforted, lit aflame.

“You’re so wet,” Bo breathed against my thigh.

“It’s been a while,” I caught my breath. “And you’re…”

His long tongue pushed between my folds and flicked up, hitting that very sensitive bud. Bo moaned and pressed more kisses into me, and it was almost becoming too much for me. I had to push him aside and lay him out, kissing him as I reached below his waist. “Ms. Valynsia,” he breathed.

“Shh.” I took hold of his shaft, gently caressing it. It was surprisingly thick, with a flared head. “Let me take care of you now.” I kissed him again, grasping his length and stroking slowly. “There. Have you been wanting this?”

“Yes,” Bo whimpered.

I kissed his cheek. “Is this how you imagined me touching you?”

He grunted in reply.

“Or did you picture something else?” I teased.

“Where did this come from?” Bo panted. “I didn’t imagine you being so… so verbal.” He whimpered and jerked his hips as my touch became more intense.

“I like seeing you fidget like this.” I kissed him hungrily. “Now tell me, is this how you imagined it?” Bo whimpered. “Or do you want something else?” I purred. I moved my hand away and hiked my leg over his, straddling his thighs

Bo’s mouth opened and he sighed. “Valynsia, this…”

I slowly took him inside. He was quite thick, so it took me a moment. His eyes glowed brightly, and his pink flames shuddered. I whimpered once he was all inside. “Like this.” His hands wrapped around me, holding me firmly. “I wanted to see you like this.”

“Oh, Bo.” I squeezed around him, rubbing him deeply within me. “Touch me.”

His hands roamed across my body as I lifted myself up. I lowered myself again, feeling him slip in more easily. The more I moved, the better it felt. I watched him, eagerly taking in his pleasured expressions and voice. I rode him harder and harder. My legs would be useless come morning, but it didn’t matter. I wanted him, I needed this, and it felt so much better knowing he felt the same.

I woke to Bo’s kisses on my shoulder. His sweet smile greeted me when I opened my eyes. “I’ll go get breakfast started,” he whispered. “And I’ll bring you some clean clothes after I check on Sebastian.”

“Wait.” I pulled him down and kissed as passionately as I could. “I love you.”

Bo grinned. “I love you too, Valynsia.”

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The Scarlet Witch Prophecy - The First Year

Series Masterlist || Read on AO3

Summary: As the youngest daughter of Howard Stark, you have ordinary expectations for your years at Hogwarts. Little do you know what adventures await you when your destiny is intertwined with the legendary Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: +16. Adaptation of the Harry Potter Saga, Magical Thematic, Prophecies, Mentions of Violence, Torture and dark magic, Language (swearing and minor/major offenses), manipulation of will, Underage kissing, insinuation of smut with minors, Smut (overage), descriptions of death, aggression, obscurity, angst, fluffy, soulmates analogies.

Chapters will have additional warning when necessary.

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Part I - The First Year

Hogwarts will be fun was the first thought you had when you opened the letter in your hands.

Tony, your older brother, ruffled your hair slightly as he came down into the kitchen and watched you open the mail.

"Your letter finally arrived, huh, little witch?" He joked with a smile as he sat down at the table.

"I can't wait to go!" You commented excitedly rereading the acceptance letter for the third time.

"Miss, after coffee, can we go to diagonal alley if you like?" Jarvis, your butler, asked you politely as he poured Tony's coffee making you hesitate slightly. Tony, who had his eye on you, forced a smile as he patted you on the arm.

"I'll go with you, don't worry." He assured and you nodded.

"I wish dad would come." You grumble as you sit down and Tony sighs.

" Yeah, me too." He says. "But you know he's busy, and we can't leave it to the last minute."

You mumble in agreement as you serve some sweetbreads on your plate.

Eating in silence for a few moments, you are startled slightly when Tony lets out an exclamation.

"Damn, I forgot to write back to Steve." He announces getting up and walking over to the next shelf where there were some stationery and pen.

"Your boyfriend will be upset." You tease lightly, and Tony mumbles softly without responding.

When he finishes writing the letter, he goes to the kitchen window and opens the metal, whistling loudly in a familiar rhythm. A few seconds later, Iron, his barn owl lands in front of him. Tony stroked the animal gently before dangling the letter in his paws.

" Please take this to Steve, Iron." He ordered and the animal made a noise before flying away again.

"Jarvis, I'll get ready to go." You tell the man as soon as you finish eating and head off toward the stairs.

//-//

Diagonal Alley is a noisy place.

Tony asked you to walk beside him, but you stopped walking at the first Quidditch shop you spotted, and he had to turn back halfway when he noticed you were no longer beside him.

"Don't do that." He warned, mildly annoyed, but you glazed over at the exposed broom in front of you, and he let out a chuckle when he noticed. "Come on, Y/N, you already have a broom."

"But that's no ordinary broom." You retorted with an impressed look. "It's a Nimbus 2000, it's the fastest broom there is."

"You have the 99, I don't understand the difference." He retorted with his hands in his pockets and you shrugged.

"Tony, can we buy it?" You asked pleadingly, making your brother laugh slightly.

"Let's buy your stuff first please" He retorted with a smile and you grumbled but accepted the arm he offered for you to hang on. Jarvis walked behind you with a keen eye on your surroundings.

After you had bought the vast majority of your supplies and replenished your stocks of potions items for Tony, Jarvis took you to Blossoms and Blurbs to buy this year's books.

"Good morning! Hogwarts, third and first year books, please." You heard Jarvis tell the clerk who approached you three. Tony nodded his head signaling you to feel free to walk around the bookstore in the meantime, and that is exactly what you did.

You found many interesting books in the place as you walked among the shelves. One in particular caught your attention, as there seemed to be little miniature magical creatures trying to jump out of the cover, and you grabbed it on a table, watching the item carefully.

You smiled when an ink dragon jumped into your hand, moving your head as if you were looking around. Distracted by the book, you let out a low exclamation when someone bumped into you.

"Sorry, kid." You heard a female voice speak in a humorous tone. It is a girl taller than you, short red hair. "I ended up tripping over some of those runner books."

"It's okay." You said with a smile. The girl looked at the one book in your hands for a moment.

"Do you enjoy creature tracts?" She asks casually as she reaches for a book on the bookshelf beside her.

"I don't know yet." You say and she looks at you slightly confused, "I never studied."

"Ah, first-year." She understands and you nod in agreement. "Hogwarts too or some other?"

"Hogwarts."

"Cool, I guess I'll see you there then." She says. "I'm from Slytherin, third year."

You let out a surprised exclamation.

"Maybe you know my brother." You say and the girl takes her gaze from the books in her hand she was checking to look at you with her eyebrow raised in curiosity. "His name is Tony Stark, he's also from your house."

The girl lets out a short laugh.

"I can't believe you are Stark's sister." She says. "We're not exactly friends, but I've seen him around the dorm several times. And your brother is a pain in the ass, by the way."

You laugh lightly, agreeing.

"I am Natasha Romanoff." She introduces herself next, balancing her books in one hand to greet you. You introduce yourself with a gentle smile. "Good luck with your books." She says before turning away.

You think it's cool that you already know someone besides your brother before you start at Hogwarts.

//-//

Buying your wand is a rather strange experience.

Mr. Ollivander has a glint in his eye as if he knows everyone's secrets, and seems to disappear and reappear in his store very easily.

Tony sat on one of the stools while he waited for you, and Jarvis went to buy something for you two to eat.

After trying almost five wands, and exploding a glass vase when he tried the last one, Mr. Ollivander sighed.

"Sorry, I don't know why it's not working." You asked feeling nervous, but he smiled.

"Don't worry, dear." He said. "Difficult customers are so much fun."

He walked back in between the shelves after that, and then reappeared with three new packages.

"I remember when Howard Stark bought his wand." He told smiling nostalgically as you opened one of the packages, a black wand in front of you. "Phoenix, Cedar, slightly flexible."

"Dad has changed wands thousands of times." Added Tony wryly, but Mr. Ollivander didn't seem to mind.

The wand you tested let out a faint spark when you tried to cast a simple conjuration spell, and the man in front of you was quick to take it from your hand the next second.

"I think I have a better idea." He announced turning around, and then climbed the ladder supported by the wall, picking up a package at the top.

"Try this one dear." He asked handing you a dark wand, the wood was shiny, a color you didn't know exactly what it was, but it was beautiful.

When you grabbed the item, you felt a tingling sensation spread throughout your hand, and the wand vibrated slightly for a few seconds, causing Ollivander to let out a noise of excitement.

"You see, I knew I would find an owner for you dear." He spoke and you realized that he was speaking with the item in your hands. Soon he turned his gaze back to you. "Take good care of this one, will you, it was quite difficult to get dark elf blood for the core."

"R-right." You said with a slight frown, not quite sure what to make of that information.

Tony laughed lightly at the interaction, he should be used to Mr. Ollivander's eccentric manner by now, since he kept breaking his wands just like your father and often returned to the store to get a new one.

After paying, you and Tony met Jarvis outside, he was carrying some sweet rolls.

//-//

July ended too quickly for your happiness. You were very eager to go to school.

You spent most of August at home, playing quidditch with Tony in the backyard, curiously reading the magic books you bought, and trying to peek into the basement where your father worked, but he always caught you looking and smiled, asking you to go back to your room.

You would like your father to take you to the station, but he said he had a magic conference in September, and would be traveling for the next few weeks. Tony was upset, but he put his arm around your shoulders and asked you to hurry to get your bags.

When you finally got to the station, you were slightly nervous about going through a wall, but Tony laughed, and showed you how to go first.

You hugged Jarvis good-bye before following your brother along the way.

Tony dragged you across the train cars to the first empty cabin he could find. He commented that it would be nice if you made your own friends, but that he would like you to sit with him.

So here you were, sitting with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, Tony's best friends since the first year. The boys smiled encouragingly at you. You already knew them, because Tony kept inviting them to spend holidays with him all the time.

"Hey, Y/N, how was your vacation?" Steve asked as soon as you sat down next to him. You shrugged, saying that it was nice, but that you were looking forward to attending Hogwarts.

Soon the boys started talking about what they were excited about next year, and you did your best to keep up, not knowing exactly who the people they mentioned were, or knowing the classes they talked about.

Many minutes after the train was moving, a girl opened the cabin door.

"Hey, strangers." She greeted with a smile.

"Hi Peggy." Steve said with a smile, you frowned at the slight scowl on your brother's face.

"They're calling for us in the prefects compartment, Steve." She warned and Steve nodded, getting up. He and the girl then left, and Tony crossed his arms.

"What's wrong?" You asked noticing his posture and the way Bucky had a little smile on his face.

"It's nothing." Grumbled your brother, and as he turned his face to the window, Bucky who was standing in front of you, whispered to you.

"Tony thinks Peggy likes Steve." He recounted. "So he doesn't like Peggy very much."

"Oh." You said, pretending to understand the whole plot. It didn't make much sense to you because everyone couldn't be friends, but you figured that when you were your brother's age you would understand better.

//-//

The Hogwarts Express only stopped at night.

Properly uniformed, you smiled when your brother patted you on the shoulder, telling you that he would meet you at the castle, since the first-year students had to go by boat.

Your hands were sweating a little as you walked up to the extraordinarily tall man who introduced himself as Drax.

"First-year students, please, six in each boat." He shouted to the crowd, and the students moved closer together.

You sat in one of the first little boats, five other children you didn't know surrounding you.

"I'm so excited." A blonde girl commented cheerfully, waving her hands. She smiled at everyone as she introduced herself as "Harley Quinn".

"I bet you''ll blow something up once we get there, Harley" Added a redheaded girl sitting next to you, you could tell by her tone that they were probably friends. The blonde, Harley, laughed.

"Shut up, Ivy." She said, and then Drax was back, climbing into one of the boats beside her. He checked the boats one last time, then waved his hand, and the transports began to move.

Everyone, including you, let out a chorus of excitement.

When you noticed the castle, you smiled. It was huge, and just as amazing as Tony used to tell you.

"Wow, it must be amazing to fly over all that." You quietly observed, and the girl next to you turned her head in your direction, smiling.

"Do you like flying?" She asked, and you nodded. She looked at you for a moment and then held out her hand to greet you. "I am Diana. Diana Prince."

"Hi, Diana." You said introducing yourself next. "Do you also like to fly?"

"I love it." She says. "I hope i can make it onto the team."

"I don't know if the first-years have any chance, but I'll be rooting for you." You assure, and Diana smiles.

When the boats stop in the harbor, the students are all excited to get out and see the castle, but Drax's almost intimidating posture makes everyone properly behaved.

He leads the crowd to the staircase, and then there is a lobby. There is a woman waiting for everyone, her strict posture makes you think she is someone you wouldn't want to upset.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." She announces. "I am Professor Okoye, head of Gryffindor house."

The students exchange burbles next, but the teacher's gaze shuts them up almost immediately.

"As long as you are here, your houses will be like your families." She continues. "Your triumphs will earn you points, and if you break any rules, those points will be taken away."

She says, casting a disapproving glance at one of the students in the corner, who giggled. "In a few moments we will begin the sorting hat ceremony."

The teacher then turns around, heading toward a large bronze door, and talking to someone on the other side. You hear someone laughing near you, and you turn your head to the side in curiosity.

It was a blond boy, and he seemed to be enjoying himself as he balanced one of the gold cups he picked up from the surrounding shelves. You thought he would be in trouble if he knocked it over, and this seemed to be exactly the same opinion as the girl next to him, who was looking at him disapprovingly.

"Stop being an idiot, Peter, put that back." She complained and he laughed, shrugging.

"Gamora, you're a spoilsport you know." He retorted and when he put the cup back, it spun and fell to the floor, breaking into several pieces. The boy turned pale as Teacher Okoye turned her head in his direction.

You rolled your eyes, walking over to them.

"Reparo" You said drawing your wand as you pointed at the broken object. Some children let out impressed exclamations when they saw the bowl form again, but you just put your wand away in shame. It was no big deal. Okoye caught up with the three of you next, looking reproachfully at the boy.

"I expect better behavior during the ceremony, sir..."

"Quill"

"Mister Quill." She completed and took one last look at the boy that had with his head down before turning back to the front of the crowd again, waving for the students to follow her.

"Hey, that was pretty cool." Peter commented beside you as you walked. You shrugged, focusing on the path.

//-//

The sorting hat was something exceptional.

Tony never told you how the choice was made, and you knew it was only to annoy you. He had sometimes joked that the students faced each other in a duel, and even though you told him to shut up, you had a look at his spell book before you came.

The actual ceremony was much simpler, however.

When it was your turn to climb onto the small stool, you bit your lips, hoping that everything would go smoothly. Just as the old cloth of the hat fell over your eyes, blocking your view of the rest of the hall, you heard a voice in your head.

" Hello, dear, no need to be so nervous." Announced the hat gently. "You are a curious little thing, I see."

"Is that a good thing?" You thought, and the hat chuckled lightly.

"It might be." He said mysteriously. "Interesting what I see here. Very interesting."

"What are you seeing?"

"Your memories, dear."

"Oh." You thought, feeling slightly embarrassed. That seemed like an intrusion of your privacy. The hat laughed again, and you remembered that he was on your head.

"You're hard to sort out." He says, and you squeeze the stool. "Don't worry, I'm not going to send you home, that's not how it works."

"Oh, right."

Hat was silent a few moments.

"I see courage in your heart." He says and you try to remember the characteristics of the houses. "But that courage is well forged with your loyalty."

You swallow dryly, feeling your anxiety rising. This was definitely taking much longer than the people who went before you.

"You are as smart as your father and brother, both members of the Slytherin house." He says. "There's a willingness not to let them down."

"That's personal." You grumble feeling your cheeks flush, but the hat doesn't care to apologize for bringing up your insecurities.

"Ah, this is interesting here. A pure kindness, yet pruned in your origins of shallow paternal affection”.

You frown, not understanding what he is saying.

"You are quite adaptable child, it has always been one of your best virtues." The hat remarks, and you get the impression that the next part is only said for you. "Tell me, where would you like to stay?"

"Isn't that your job?" You retort in thought, and hear him laugh again. You rush to correct yourself, not wanting to be rude. "Sorry, hat. I don't really know. I'd like to stay where I fit in best."

"You would do well anywhere." He retorts, and you frown. "And that's pretty impressive, you know. I haven't met another hatstall since the last century."

You swallow dryly, not knowing if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I'll work hard, sir." You tell him. "I don't want people to think I'm a special witch just because of my family. That's something I'm sure, I don't know if it helps you choose."

Hat lets out a sigh of relief.

"Actually, that's exactly what I needed."

It takes a moment for him to speak again, and when he does, you feel your whole body shake.

"Hufflepuff"

//-//

Steve Rogers is the head boy of Hufflepuff and he celebrates excitedly when you sit down at the table next to him.

"That's so cool" He comments. "I'll be able to tease Tony all year about it."

After that, director Agatha Harkness, made the announcement of the beginning of the year. If her goal was to scare the students, she succeeded when she talked about the deadly dangers surrounding the forbidden forest and the punishments for the disobedient. Professor Strange interrupted her speech as he cleared his throat, awkwardly waving for Agatha to stop saying such things, and the woman giggled.

Dinner is delicious, and then you are following the crowd of students into the communal rooms.

"Butterbeer" Steve said to the portrait on the wall, and you blinked in surprise when the painting moved to the side, a door behind.

You sighed when you realized how cozy the Hufflepuff's common room was.

"Everyone please come in." Asked Steve in the center of the room, waving to the students who stayed behind. When everyone was around him, he smiled. "The dorms are divided by gender, but you can sleep wherever you feel most comfortable. I will only suggest that none of you try to sleep with the seventh graders, because they are scary." Steve joked making the crowd laugh lightly. "We have a supply of food in those lockers, just in case you feel like having a snack in the early morning, outside of the permitted hours for walking around the castle." He continues and stands thoughtfully for a few moments. "Most of the things you need to know are on the bulletin board on that wall, and you can also ask me anything you want. Your belongings have already been taken to the free beds, but if you want any help, you can organize among yourselves or just come talk to me."

Steve smiled as the crowd moved. You headed in the direction where he said the rooms were.

//-//

You let out a surprised exclamation as something landed on your head.

"Damn, sorry!" Asked an asian girl approaching you, and pulling the small being out of your hair as you entered the room. "Groot, I told you to behave yourself."

"I am groot." Grumbled the little creature. You looked at it wide-eyed, impressed.

"Wow, is that a tree?"

The girl laughed, putting the small creature sitting on her shoulder, sitting on the bed next to the one you identified as having your things.

"Yes and no." She said. "I found Groot in my garden over the vacations, and well, I don't know what he is exactly. But I think he was trying to make my mother's plants grow."

"He's really cute." You commented approaching with your finger extended. Groot smiled, accepting your touch.

"I am Mantis." Says the girl next and you smile at her as you introduce yourself. "We're going to be roommates."

"Yes, and so is Groot." You add as you take off your cape to throw on the bed that would be yours.

After eating so well at dinner, it doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

You dream of glowing green eyes and a red light, but you don't recognize them or understand what it means, and when you wake up, you no longer remember.

//-//

Two weeks since you started at Hogwarts, you are used to how eccentric everything can be.

The classes weren't as difficult as you imagined, but that's probably because you've had contact with magic all your life and always had an easy time learning things. All the teachers were unique in their own way.

Professor Rocket, for example, taught Transfiguration and spent almost the entire period transfigured into a raccoon, even outside of class hours. He was temperamental and got irritated very easily when students talked too much in his class, so it was not recommended to do so.

There was also Professor Fury, who had an eye patch as a mandatory piece in his daily costume, and all the students spent more time trying to guess how this happened, than listening to his explanations of defense spells against the dark art.

Your astronomy class on Wednesdays was taught by Professor Odin, who like to claim that he was a descendant of the Olympian gods, but no one believed him. He was also the father of two of your classmates, Thor and Loki Odinson, who were the exact opposite of each other. While Thor was warm and friendly, Loki was cold and reclusive, plus the former was from Gryffindor and the other from Slytherin. Surprisingly, you liked them both.

You ended up meeting the head of your house only on the second day.

Professor Heimdall taught Divination, so you wouldn't have any classes with him until the third year.You bumped into him when you were late for fifth period and had to run to the common room for your Potions books, and almost fell on the floor when you turned the corner without looking and the professor was there. He prevented you from falling with a wave of his wand, smiling gently.

" Forgive me." You said clumsily, feeling slightly intimidated by the yellow irises as the magic set you on your feet properly, as well as catching your books in the air and placing them in your hands again.

"Be careful with the castle corridors, Miss Stark." Said the man, and for some reason, you thought he wasn't just talking about this little incident.

"Professor Heimdall, let's talk in a private place, please." Asked Professor Okoye, who was standing at his side, she looked at you with a certain disapproval, and you couldn't tell whether it was because of your intrusion, or the fact that your tie was hanging loosely around your neck, in addition to the open buttons on your shirt.

After this little incident, you asked Steve who Professor Heimdall was, and he explained that he was the head of Hufflepuff, and might seem intimidating at first glance, but that he was very kind.

But so far, the professor who has intrigued you the most was Professor Erik Lehnsherr, who taught Potions. He didn't say anything that wasn't related to the subject, didn't make any comments about behavior or events at school. And he had such a stern and mysterious look in his eyes that no student had the courage to ask him anything. You heard Peter Quill make a bet with Thor Odinson that Professor Erik was unable to smile because of some particular sorcery, but you thought it best not to laugh, especially since Mr. Lehnsherr was looking at your direction.

When you had your first Potions period with Slytherin, after herbology professor T'Challa needed to reschedule classes for an appointment, you were surprised to discover that professor Lehnsherr had children.

Gamora ended up on the same bench as you, and she was talking to her sister, Nebula, about an incident that occurred in their dormitory.

"Clearly, the professors' children have an easy time getting away with punishment." Nebula bitterly remarked, and you frowned in confusion.

"I don't think it was the girl's fault." Gamora retorted as she put the ingredients into her cauldron. She looked at you quickly, realizing that you were listening to the conversation, but she didn't scold you, she just kept stirring the mixture.

"What happened?" you asked next, and Nebula looked at you with mild irritation. She seemed about to tell you to mind your own business, but Gamora smiled, moving closer to whisper to you.

"A girl lost her temper in the Slytherin dorm bathrooms last night." She told. "She's a second year, her name is Wanda Maximoff. She and her brother are Professor Lehnsherr's kids, and everyone is saying that she didn't go to detention because of it."

Your jaw dropped, impressed.

"I can't believe Magneto has children." You said making Gamora and Nebula laugh at the nickname. Last week you found out that the school had been calling Erik that since he stopped the hall chandelier from falling on the teachers' desk two years ago when he used non-verbal magic to attract the metal, and everyone started calling him that behind his back. Tony told you and you liked the story.

"I know right, he seems so self-contained." Gamora remarked looking back briefly. Professor Erik was focused on his own potions book.

"That noisy kid from Gryffindor said he's married." Nebula added next and Gamora laughed lightly.

"Peter Quill?"

"Yes."

"Wow, that's surprising." Says the girl. You both return to stirring your cauldrons in silence after that little conversation.

When you have finished your mixing, Professor Erik gives Hufflepuff five points for your good work, and you smile with red cheeks.

"You're nice." Nebula suddenly said beside you as you were leaving the room. Gamora stood next to her. "Do you want to walk around with us?"

"We're already walking." You joked and Gamora laughed unlike her sister who grimaced.

"Yep, definitely cool." She added. "Do you want to have lunch with us?"

"At your table or mine?"

Gamora and Nebula exchanged glances.

"I'm not sitting with Hufflepuff." Nebula declared and you sighed, rolling your eyes.

"You know I'm from Hufflepuff, right?"

"I'm reconsidering the invitation." She retorted and you frowned, but Gamora smiled at you.

"Will you sit with us, please?"

You sighed, nodding in agreement. You could talk to Tony after all.

//-//

Lunch at the Slytherin table became an everyday thing after that day. It took two weeks for Mantis to start joining you, and then you realized that you had a small group of friends now.

At Christmas, neither you nor Tony came home, because your father was working and you didn't want to be alone in the Stark mansion. You ended up turning down Tony's invitation to spend Christmas with Steve Rogers and his family, because you weren't really friends with Steve. Tony insisted, not wanting you to be alone, but you assured him that you would be fine in the company of your friends, and that he needn't worry.

On Christmas morning, Groot woke you up by jumping on your face. You laughed lightly because he was so small that he was like a tickle, and stood up as you returned the little creature to Mantis' bedside table.

A few hours later, as you were opening your presents at the Slytherin table along with Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, and Peter Quill, who had also stayed at Hogwarts for the end of the year, you let out an excited exclamation.

"I can' believe it." You spoke, opening the package in front of you. It was a large box, it was bewitched and only revealed the actual wrapping once you tore the paper off. It was actually a broom.

"Wow, that's cool." Peter remarked as he looked at your present.

That's how you ended up in the middle of the snow, testing your new broom while your friends cheered and celebrated below you.

"Are you sure you can fly?" You asked Peter as soon as he asked you if he could ride. He shrugged, smiling.

You and the girls watched as he controlled the broom for a few feet above the ground, and then he overspeeded it and sped away.

You all ran into his direction, while the broom seemed almost annoyed at his lack of control, and knocked him into a tree. Peter fell between the branches, onto someone who was resting under it.

When you all reached him, you frowned when there was a boy pushing Quill.

"Watch it, dude!" Warned the boy, but before you could say anything, Gamora was already stepping forward, wand in hand.

"It was just an accident." She said and the boy looked at her surprised with her wand outstretched. He crossed his arms however, not looking scared.

"Oh, you're going to spell me now, are you?" He teased.

"Piss off, Maximoff." Warned Nebula next, taking a step beside her sister. So this was Pietro Maximoff. You figured that confidence should come from being the son of one of the professors.

"I suggest you leave my brother alone." Warned a voice behind you. You turned next, only to catch sight of a girl with brown hair, green eyes that glittered with anger.

Gamora clenched her jaw, and Nebula drew her own wand toward the girl, who also had her wand in her hands.

You sighed, raising your hands as you stood in the line of fire.

"Would everyone please calm down?" You asked. "It was just a misunderstanding, and the broom is mine anyway, no need to fight about it."

It takes a moment, but Gamora puts down her wand, and everyone follows her after that. She has an insinuating smile on her face.

"You really are a Hufflepuff, aren't you Stark?" She teases, and you laugh sheepishly, putting your hands in your pockets. "Come on Quill."

Gamora warns and the boy shoots Pietro an ugly look as he leaves. You accept your broom that he hands to you, and turn around, your gaze meeting that of the girl who is supposed to be Wanda Maximoff for a moment. You feel your face heat up at the intensity of the angry look, and you look away, following your friends.

//-//

The months went by quickly as the rest of the school year passed. You managed to do very well on the exams, and didn't get involved in any near-fights again.

When the year ended and the Hufflepuff didn't win the House Cup, you thought you should have been more upset, but you didn't mind having Gamora and Nebula celebrating beside you, laughing and hugging you excitedly.

You also didn't understand why you felt your stomach turn when you caught Wanda Maximoff smiling amidst the Slytherin celebration when you looked around.

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Beautiful Ghosts

Ghost!Reader X Draco

Summary: Request: @sydthekid1518: I had an Idea for a draco fic, where y/n is a ghost that’s fairly popular with the students and staff, and draco falls for her and stuff? And then maybe y/n and Harry create a plan that would allow reader to come back to life and stuff and be with draco.

A/N: Happy spooky season to all and to all a good night filled with Draco Malfoy. I’m so excited about how this turned out and that I got it done before Halloween because the odds weren’t looking to hot not gonna lie, but here it is and it’s beautiful. As always, let me know what y’all think,,,

“Y/n, please don’t disturb my students,” Snape droned with a monotone voice.

“You’ve got no power over me, Severus,” I laughed, ghosting away from his Slytherins working on Polyjuice potion.

“But I do have control in this classroom, dead or not Miss Y/n, this is my domain,” Snape argued, ruffled.

“I’m eternally bonded to this school. It’s my domain more than it is yours,” I countered, perched on his desk.

“Blasted ghosts,” A boy muttered, catching my attention, “No respect for authority,”

Tilting my head, I made my way over to him, studying the young Slytherin. He was about the age that I was when I had died, moved on, crossed the veil—whatever. His steady grey eyes and twisted sneer told me all that I needed to know about him.

“Another Malfoy,” I mused. “Interesting... And where’s your respect for the dead Mr. Malfoy?”

His eyes went wide at the idea that I was addressing him at all. Like I spooked him. Imagine that, a ghost spooking someone.

“Enough Ms. Y/n. Kindly refrain from scaring my students if you must stay,” Snape intervened. “I’m not scared,” Malfoy shot back.

“Boo!” I teased before passing through the walls of the dungeon and into my favorite spot in the entire castle, even living: the library.

I never had so much time on my hands before being dead, and now I could just take a book and read. Pince had been able to enchant them in such a way that I was able to hold them and turn their pages still. I was in the middle of a riveting tale about a boy who never grew up and had his destiny forced upon him and could fly. Perched on one of the tops of the shelves, I was lost in another world of magic.

“I didn’t know you could read,” I heard the same condescending voice from Severus’ potions class earlier that day.

“Little Malfoy,” I smiled down at him, closing my book. “And why would you assume that? I don’t look that stupid, do I?”

“Well, no,” He fumbled. “But you’re a ghost, you’re dead,”

“Yes, and I like to read, anything else?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t call me little Malfoy. My name’s Draco,” He huffed.

“But it annoys you,” I mocked a pout. “And you are a little Malfoy, a bit taller than your father, but young all the same,”

“Who are you calling young? We’re the same age,” His voice raised enough that Pince had to shush him.

“I was born in 1776, I think you’re a little young,”

“1776!?” Draco’s eyes bulged. “But... how? You’re...” Pince hushed him again. I floated down and perched on the desk, trying and failing to contain my laughter.

“Oh, so now you care little Malfoy?” I teased lightly. “What happened to your dismissal of spirits not hours ago?” He didn’t have an answer for that. He just stared and didn’t dare to meet my eyes. “If you really want to know, I’ll tell you some time, but you’re going to be late for McGonagall if you don’t get going,”

Flustered, Draco headed out of the library and I watched him go. Knowing that Remus had a class this hour with the infamous Harry Potter, I headed over and perched on a desk in the back.

“Miss Y/n,” Remus acknowledged, “Perhaps you’d like to aid us today as we learn about ghosts and spirits?” Even though he had grown quite a bit over the years, there was still the same shine in his eyes when he was able to teach—even if it wasn’t a rag-tag group of marauders.

“So... you’re a ghost?” A young Hermione asked, a girl who spent a lot of hours in my library.

“Yes,” I smiled at her. “There are different types of ghosts however,”

“Oh, yes, Poltergeists, Funnels, Whisps, Orbs, and Shades,” She said matter-of-factly.

“Exactly, and Hogwarts has them all,” I looked to Remus who nodded for me to continue. “Most of you know that Peeves is a Poltergeist, a trickster loud ghost. Sometimes they were loud and violent, sometimes... well sometimes you have something like Peeves.” The class laughed.

“I’m sure you all have heard of the Grey Lady?” Remus interjected. “Helena Ravenclaw was murdered by the Bloody Baron and spends the rest of her days here at Hogwarts, they are both what we classify as Funnel ghosts. Ghosts who visit loved ones or loved places,”

“What about Whisps?” An intrigued Weasley asked.

“Well, most others are Whisps,” I explained. “Nearly Headless Nick, the Fat Friar, and most others you see strolling about. There is no strict reason that they’re here, other than they chose not to move on, or felt their work on earth was not completed.”

“Orbs are normally the spirits of animals or humans travelling about,” I continued, “They mainly show up in photographs. It wasn’t till after I died that cameras were invented, and they were found,”

“Any what kind of ghost are you?” A shy kid in the back asked. The class of kids turned to me, all expectant.

“I’m a Shade,” I explained. “It means that when I died, I wasn’t meant to. My soul knowing that, remained, and here I am,”

“Shades are very rare in the Wizarding World,” Remus cut in, “Not many are killed before their time, and many of them are very young,”

“Aren’t Shades allowed to come back though?” Hermione asked. “Because they were wrongfully killed? Doesn’t fate allow them another chance?”

Remus and I shared a look. I remembered when he had asked me that same question when he was no more than a third year as well. There was a solemn sorrow in his eyes.

“Yes,” I answered hesitantly. “There is a possibility, but the odds are almost impossible. Most of them have to do around prophecies.”

Class had ended, and Hermione waved as she went to leave. I lingered behind a bit with Remus for old times’ sake. He was one who had always been kind to me. I was one who never judged him for being a werewolf before he found his marauders.

“Sirius escaped from Azkaban,” He whispered softly, his gaze fixed on the papers on his desk. “I... I thought I was over it. Over him. He had my best friends killed,”

Pity flooded my chest as I hovered over to him, my hand ghosting above his.

“That wasn’t your fault Remus...” Was I going to give away the truth that I knew? Or would I keep it a secret? “And it wasn’t Sirius’ either,”

“How can you say that!” Remus slammed his hand on the desk. “He gave away Lily and James’ location! Then he killed Peter!”

“Remus,” I shook my head. “I can’t tell you everything, because it’s not in the stars, but... your friend isn’t who you think he is,”

A quiet moment passed between us and rather than get upset at me like I had thought he would, he spoke softly and surely.

“You’re... you’re saying there’s hope?”

“There’s always hope,” I offered a soft smile. “For all of us... even me,”

“How are you doing with that? The prophecy?” He asked.

I sighed and shook my head. “I might really be stuck like this for the rest of... forever...”

“Is there anything...?”

“No,” I denied softly. “Interfering with a prophecy can ruin it,”

“Can,” Remus stressed. “Not that it will,”

“But is it worth that risk?” I countered. “I could lose my one shot to come back. To be human again,”

“If I could be human again, I’d take any chance I could,” Remus’ eyes held a sadness that very few could sympathize with. One of those was me.

“Perhaps you’re right,” I murmured and let him be, drifting around the halls for a bit then back to the library to think some more and maybe find the right answer.

What I didn’t expect to find however was Draco, fast asleep where we had spoken earlier, draped over a few books and handwritten notes. I hadn’t noticed the late hour, sometimes time did elude me, and the days seemed to run together.

I didn’t want to wake the young Malfoy, instead, I peered at the books underneath him. Potions books, it seemed. Supposing that a Slytherin might have a partiality to Snape’s class, there was no need to question why he’d rather work on this subject than the others. Knowing Pince would chase Draco out of the library if he didn’t wake, my notion to not disturb him fell to the wayside.

“Malfoy!” I whispered loudly. “Draco, wake up!”

It was useless to try and shake him awake, I wasn’t able to. I could however pull the book out from under his resting head. So, I did.

“Bloody hell,” Draco grumbled, rubbing his eyes. “What’d you do that for?”

“You fell asleep?”

“And that was the only way you know how to wake a person?” He snapped, blinking into consciousness.

I gave him a flat look and reached out to touch him. He shied away, but it was in vain because my hand passed right through his material body.

“Oh,” He muttered. “But you can touch the books?”

“Pince and I worked on that together,” I informed him. “Did you think I would spend eternity and not figure out how to read?”

“I... uh,” He stammered, blushing a bit. “How come I’ve never met a ghost like you before?”

“And that means?” I pressed, perching on the desk.

“Well, all of the other ghosts are... I don’t know... stuck in their ways? Not sad about being ghosts? Haven’t kept up on things like reading?”

“You think I’m sad about being a ghost?” I mused.

“I... you—I mean,” He stammered, looking down in embarrassment. “You just seem... optimistically hopeless,” It was almost mumbled through his exhaustion.

“You know those words have opposite meaning, right?” I teased softly. “And... I’m a Shade. I doubt you’ve met another before like me,”

“A Shade?”

“Do you not pay attention in Remus’ class?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“I don’t have his class until tomorrow,” Draco dismayed. “And it’s a stupid class anyway,”

“Defense against the dark arts isn’t stupid,” I refuted. “Especially with Remus teaching it,”

“You knew him then... when he went here. Professor Lupin,” Draco noted.

“Yes,” Lost in thought, a quietness passed before I spoke again. “When you learn what a Shade is, you’ll understand,”

“You could just tell me,” Draco whined, listlessly tired.

“But then you won’t pay attention in class,” I smiled. “Go on to bed, Draco. I’m not going anywhere,”

____________________________

Draco sulked in bed that night, thinking about you. Thinking about what a Shade was. Of course, he didn’t wait for class in the morning, instead he took out his DADA book and began to read up on ghosts. And he read. And read. And read. And barely found anything about what a Shade was. All that he knew was that you died when before your time. Maybe that was why he saw the sadness in your eyes.

He had every intention to be at Lupin’s class that day, but having Mythical Creatures beforehand, things hadn’t gone as planned.

“There’s always one,” Your voice sounded amused. “Why am I not surprised it was you, Little Malfoy?”

“It was the bloody hippogriff,” Draco snapped back.

“And somehow I don’t think that’s the entire truth,” You mused, hovering at his bedside. Until Pomfrey gave him the clear to leave, he was stuck with you.

“Won’t you just leave me alone?” He groaned, closing his eyes and laying back on the lumpy pillows of the hospital cot.

“Did you not want to learn about Shades? You’re going to miss Remus’ class after all,” The smile he heard in your voice made him look over to you, skeptical.

Your offer was tempting. Very tempting. He didn’t care much about magic other than excelling at it, therefore things that didn’t pertain to his advancement—mythical creatures and the like— held no inkling to him. And yet, you were a mystery he didn’t mind learning about. He wanted to know more about you. And you specifically.

“I guess, since I’m stuck here,” He tried to play it off as nonchalance, but you raised an eyebrow at him, seeing right through his charade.

“Well, Little Malfoy,” You hovered and perched on the end of his bed. “What do you know?”

“I... uh. Shades are people who have died before their time,” He stammered, not sure why he was so nervous.

“Quite,” You nodded. “Anything else?”

“Our book didn’t have anything else,” He admitted.

You went pensive a moment then nodded. “I suppose that you’d learn more about me in Divination than the Dark Arts,”

“Divination? You’ve got to be bloody joking! That class is a circus!” Draco exclaimed, wincing when he moved his arm too much.

“Perhaps,” You didn’t berate him, but seemed to be lost in thought once more. “But all Shades are tied to prophecies.”

“All of them?” Draco pressed.

“The fates understand that these souls left before their time, and give them another chance, a prophecy... to come back and live one more time.”

“So, you have the chance to live again?” His genuine curiosity seemed to shock both of you. “How?”

“If the prophecy is fulfilled, then I get to live again,” You said it as if it were obvious.

“So, why haven’t you, I don’t know... fulfilled it?” Draco asked.

You laughed something sad and soft. “Don’t you think I’ve tried? I’ve read every prophecy, every book, every scribble. I’ve tried everything... after so many centuries, you give up hope and accept your fate,”

“But this wasn’t your fate,” He argued back. “You were meant to live, back then, whatever that life was,”

“Do you know what happened when I was young, before I died, Little Malfoy?” You spoke, and he could hear the age in your voice though you liked no older than he was. It was your sorrow that aged you. He waited for you to continue. “I was born in 1776, the year the Americans went to war with the King of England. At the time we were living in the French countryside with my aunt because my father had gone to fight in the war. He was a general,” A smile ghosted your lips. “My father died in the war... the battle of Yorktown... that’s what it’s called today. Back then it was just a letter and inheritance money that went to my brother,”

“Hang on, you’re saying that your father fought in the American War of Independence? Under the king?”

“So, he can be taught,” You smiled at him. “Yes, the king at the time was a wizard and until parliament and the ministry were born and declared that muggles and wizards should rule themselves. Of course, the ministry was formed in the beginning of that century, but it took the war for them to call the final straw.”

“So, your father died in the war, that doesn’t explain what happened to you,” Draco pointed out, deeply invested.

“Well, tell me, what happened in France after that war ended?”

“The French Revolution,”

Your warm smile had the same effect as the sun. “Yes, and as I said, I was in France at the time, being tutored at home for the summer. Muggle girls weren’t allowed to go to school back then... I travelled to Hogwarts to receive schooling and even then, I was only allowed to learn Herbology and Potions. At least those two classes stayed the same,” You sounded sad and wistful. “But the revolutionists were going for the rich, any sort of rich. And at the time, they saw knowledge as wealth and power, and I had a reputation for being able to read and attending a private school out of the country and well...”

“They killed you because you knew how to read?” Draco distressed, sitting up, enraptured by your tale. “That’s so... stupid,”

“It was. But perhaps it was my own fault, I wouldn’t deny that I could read. I was proud.” Your smile faded again as melancholy settled on your face. “Now it seems that’s all I do. Fate is funny like that...”

“You’re free to go Mr. Malfoy,” Madam Pomfrey’s voice seemed to draw you both from whatever world had been created with your words.

He had to blink a few times to come to grips with the fact that he was currently in the hospital wing at Hogwarts, and not centuries behind, trying to imagine death for the reason of knowledge. There was an awkward moment between the two of you as you both seemed to realize that you were no longer int eh late eighteenth century. You offered a smile and left without another word, a curious look on your face as you left.

That was the last time he saw you that day, and that week for that matter, but he always wondered what you were doing. What were you reading today? What was your prophecy? Was it really as hopeless as you said it was? Was there a reason that he found himself caring?

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“Oh, hello Harry,” I stood from the corner of Remus’ office, intrigued that the young Potter had come. He looked so much like his father that my heart ached for Remus and to imagine what he felt when he saw Harry.

“Y/n,” Harry seemed surprised. “I... uh... you know Professor Lupin?”

“Well I was here when he went to Hogwarts himself, so yes, I’m quite fond of him if you can believe it,” I smiled as Remus eyed the situation.

“Is there something that you needed Harry?” Remus asked, trying to sound professional, but I could hear the sentiment in his voice.

“The map...” Harry turned slightly pink.

A smile grew on my face. “You have the Marauder’s Map?” I almost laughed. “How in the world did you get that? Oh, if your father knew,” I did laugh this time.

Remus shot me a sharp look and Harry looked at me in wonder.

“My father? You knew my father?” The realization seemed to dawn him.

“Yes, well,” Remus interjected sharply. “Don’t get caught again Potter,”

“Why haven’t you told him?” I demanded as soon as Harry left. “Remus, come on, that’s not fair to Harry,”

“I’m not the one to tell him though! I can’t be!” He protested and I could hear the anxiety in his voice.

“Remus, I’ve known you a long time. And I’ve known James and Lily. They would want you to talk to him. They would want you apart of his life,” I argued, or perhaps encouraged softly.

“Maybe you’re right,” Remus mumbled.

“Of course, I am,” I smiled. “It’ll work out Re, with Sirius, and with Harry,”

“I hope you’re right,”

I left him to his thoughts and on my way to the library, I was ambushed by the younger Potter. Not that I wasn’t expecting it, I knew that Harry would have questions for me as soon as he knew I knew his father.

“Hello Harry,” I smiled.

“You know about my dad,” He burst out, hope in his eyes and tone.

“And your mother,” I smiled and perched on the windowsill nearby.

“Can you tell me about them? Please?” His eyes went glossy with tears that he blinked away.

“Your mother was bold, but still kind and gentle. She looked out for the little guy. She rooted for the underdog and protected the younger years of any House. She was always kind to me. Her and Remus both.” The memory was fond, if it was a memory. Did ghosts have memories after they were dead?

“And my dad?” He clung to every word.

“He... was a bit like you. Always finding trouble whether it was his fault or not. Totally deserved to be smacked a few times... but the war changed him. He grew up rather quickly. Into a protective caring young man. Almost everyone had eyes for him, but he only saw your mother,”

“Do... you think they would be proud of me?” His gaze dropped to his beat-up sneakers.

“Harry,” I called his attention. “You’re their son, they’ll always be proud of you,”

“But—”

“No buts,” I interjected. “That’s all it takes for you to make them proud, I promise,”

He nodded and mumbled a thanks before taking off toward the Gryffindor dorm. Finding solace in the library, I began to read again. Maybe a week had passed. Perhaps two. I wasn’t sure. I was so wrapped up in my books that I became lost to time. Until a blond-haired boy came in, his nose stuck in a book.

“I was wondering when I’d see you again Little Malfoy,” I smiled, from my perch in the library. He didn’t acknowledge me, causing me to frown. “Draco?” I ghosted down and perched on the table next to him. “Are you ghosting a ghost?”

Though he ignored me I could see the smile that twitched at his lips. That gave me little hope. “Is everything alright?” I asked, genuine concern coloring my voice.

“Ask Potter,” Draco snapped. “You seem to fancy him lately,”

“Excuse me?” I was taken aback. “Harry? He just wanted to know about his parents, that’s all,”

Draco frowned at this and he finally looked at me. “His parents?”

“Yes,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s not like he has a lot of people who know his parents and are willing to tell him anything. Dumbledore has made almost everyone vow not to talk to him, but what good is a vow to someone who’s already in the grave?” I shrugged. “Poor kid knows nothing,”

“I...” Draco didn’t seem to have the words. Instead he looked back down at his book. I smiled and rolled my eyes at his antics.

“If you care that much, you are still my favorite Little Malfoy,” His cheeks tinged pink and I laughed. “You’re something else Malfoy, you know that?”

“Says the girl who died for admitting that she could read instead of lying,” He raised an eyebrow at me. I chuckled and shrugged.

“Says the boy who avoided me for what, two weeks, because I talked to a boy about his dead parents,” I mused.

“It wasn’t two weeks,” Draco grumbled. “Nine days,”

“Oh, forgive me,” I laughed. “Nine days.”

He smiled and looked back down at his notes. I think it was the first time I had ever seen him smile and not sneer.

“So, nine days,” He prompted. “I assume you haven’t left the library... read anything interesting?”

I laughed and somehow the hours passed as Draco and I spoke about books and stories we had read as kids, and the ones we were currently invested in. It shocked me to know that he was an avid reader, of fantasy novels, nonetheless. Though I had read just about everyone that he had mentioned, there were a few that I added to my mental list of his that I said I would check out. He seemed sincerely happy at my interest of the books he read.

“Father thought they were childish,” He muttered when I asked him about it. “Fairytales and fantasies,”

“That’s stupid,” I scoffed, and Draco gaped at me, aghast that I would dare to call something his father said ‘stupid.’ It made me pause. “You... you know you don’t have to always agree with your parents,”

His gaze cast downward. “I don’t want to disappoint them,”

My face furrowed. “You’re they’re son, that’s enough for them to be proud,”

“You don’t know my parents,” He scoffed, leaning back in his chair. “I think the last time they were proud of me, is when I was sorted into Slytherin.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” I protested.

“You don’t know my parents,” Draco argued again.

“I do,” I retorted. “Or I did,”

The notion seemed to dawn on Draco as he stared up at me with wonder in his eyes.

“You did,” He realized. “Can you tell me about them... have they always been so...”

“Strict?” I offered.

“Suffocating,” Draco supplied.

I pressed my lips together and thought a moment.

“Your father, perhaps. I never spoke to him much, and he never paid me mind. But you mother,” I smiled at the memories that came flooding back. “She was bold, cunning. She loved her sisters with a fierce passion.” My smile. “The three of them were some of the brightest witches I’d ever seen,” I glanced over to him. “You have her eyes, her same spirit,”

A smile drew on his lips as his face turned a soft shade of pink. “Do you know that because you’re a ghost?” He mused.

“No, I’m just a girl who can read character pretty well. After seeing so many faces pass through here, and reading so many stories, there are those who stand out and stay with you. Your mother... she stood out to me. And I can see her in your eyes,” My demeanor softened as I realized the words I was saying and if I could have, I would have blushed.

“Thank you,” He whispered as the clock chimed a late hour.

“You should head back,” I sighed softly. “Get some rest,”

“Why don’t I ever see you near the Slytherin dorm?” Draco asked, gathering his things.

“I’d rather not cross paths with the Baron,” I admitted.

“The Baron? Why?” Draco frowned; his bag slung over his shoulder.

“Never you mind,” I smiled. “Get to bed Little Malfoy,”

“Don’t call me that,” He grumbled, trudging out of the library.

The night progressed as did the month and I went from one book to another, soon searching for a book I hadn’t in a long time. My diary from when I was alive. Published as its own book that I had found a few decades ago. Tucked into the pages was what held my fate. My prophecy.

I went to the shelf in which I knew my book had its home, but it wasn’t there. Instead a sliver of time carved away by my missing book. Drifting over to Pince I asked her about where my book had gone. She told me that Malfoy had checked it out and had it for about a week—since the day we spent in the infirmary together.

For the first time in a long time I felt... embarrassed that my story and thoughts were on display for anyone to read. I never cared before, but this felt different.

Cursing the late hour, I knew that there was no way to get to Draco now. The Bloody Baron was protective about other ghosts coming into the Slytherin dorms. I’d have to find him in the morning then. I considered loitering outside the Slytherin portrait, but I also did not want to go anywhere near the Bloody Baron. I had heard and read enough.

So instead I headed to the Astronomy Tower to watch the stars again, having silent conversations with them, wondering if they’d ever grant me life again.

“You’re glowing,”

The voice startled me enough that I actually jumped. The irony of scaring a ghost. I turned to see Draco behind me, his eyes glued to my shimmering skin.

“Yes, all ghosts do it under the moon and stars,” I noted. “By the way, can I have my book back?” I stood, going over to him.

“Your book?” He questioned.

“My book,” I restressed. “My diary? That you have from the library? The one that has my—” I stopped myself.

“Your prophecy.” Draco finished, offering me the book that he had drawn from his robes. “Yeah, I know.”

I stared at him curiously, pulling the book back into the security of my arms, where it belonged. That uncertain feeling returned to my chest.

“You know it’s rude to read a girl’s diary,” I retorted, defensive.

“It’s a published book in the library, anyone can read it,” Draco rolled his eyes. I gave him a flat look and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “So, have you figured out what it means?”

I sighed softly and shook my head in defeat. “The only thing I’m sure of is the great star is Sirius,”

“Sirius, like Sirius Black? Escaped Azkaban criminal?” Draco exasperated.

“Well, the star is his name sake. But I’m sure you of all people know that Draco,” I raised an eyebrow at him. “Your family has a knack for celestial namesakes. If I remember correctly, Sirius is your mother’s cousin,”

“What?” Draco demanded. “No! There is no way!”

“Draco,” I reached out for him in vain as he paced in anger and confusion. “Draco will you calm down?” I nearly shouted.

“Calm down!? How can I when I know that I’m related to that criminal!?” He demanded.

“Sirius isn’t a criminal!” I argued back. “He didn’t kill Peter or those people!” I gasped, covering my mouth in shame, my eyes wide. That was a secret that I wasn’t supposed to tell.

“What do you mean he didn’t kill those people?” Draco sneered, stalking up to me.

“I—I’m not supposed to...” I took a step back, ghostly tears welling in my eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to... Merlin,” I cried, sliding to the ground.

Draco’s demeanor changed from anger to worried and concerned. Not that I noticed through my distress. I felt as if I had just betrayed one of my best friends.

“Y/n, what... what in the world are you talking about?” Draco asked sitting beside me, a failed attempt to reach out and comfort me.

“I promised. I promised I wouldn’t tell what I knew until the time was right,” I sobbed. “Bloody hell, he’ll never trust me again,” I squeaked.

“Who?” Draco demanded.

I looked at him, wide eyed with fear, shaking my head softly. “I... I can’t. I’m sorry Draco,”

I dematerialized and rematerialized in a quiet portion of the castle grounds, away from the rest of the students, among the woods. The trees welcomed me and the further I walked in, the less tied to the castle I felt. I came to a lake and sat beside it. Crying tears that would never fall in my undead state, I stared at the water and my lack of reflection.

“I’m so sorry Sirius,” I wept softly. “I didn’t mean to tell him... I was just defending you,”

“I’m surprised you kept the secret this long,”

Again, I jumped, startled by the voice behind me.

“Hey there Spooks,” Sirius gave a lopsided smile, the years in Azkaban resting in his eyes and in the lines on his face.

“Sirius,” I gasped. “What are you doing? It’s not safe here!” I protested.

“I couldn’t leave my girl to cry, now could I?” He smirked, before his expression sobered.

“You should,” I sniffed. “I’m so sorry Sirius, it slipped out,”

“I know,” He held his hands up in a calming effort. “I knew it would, and it’s okay. Who did you tell? It wasn’t Moony was it?”

“No,” I looked down. “But you need to tell him Sirius, he deserves to know,”

“He won’t even talk to me. He thinks that I betrayed James and Lily and killed all of his friends,” Sirius toed at the dirt—the same tick he had in his Hogwarts years when he had been caught in a lie or prank.

“But you didn’t,” I protested. “He still loves you Sirius, I can see it in his eyes and when he talks about you and James...”

“He—no,” Sirius shook his head. “That’s not for you to worry about,”

“Do not make me mother you,” I threatened. “Talk to Remus,”

“I will,” Sirius sighed. “When the time is right,”

“As a girl who’s waited for centuries for the right time... talk to him as soon as you can,” There was a pity-filled look on his face that I brushed off.

“Any luck with that? Your prophecy?” He seemed almost hopeful.

“No,” I sighed. “But there is one who took the time to ask this year. Like Remus did his first year,” The memory was a soft spot for both of us.

“You were his first friend,” Sirius smiled at the same memory. “So, who is it this year?”

“Little Malfoy,”

Sirius snorted. “We both know you don’t have a sense of humor, drop the act,”

“I’m ser—” He gave me a look and I paused to rephrase. “I’m telling the truth. It was Draco who asked, who read my diary, and knows about the prophecy,” I hesitated. “He’s also the one I told,” My gaze dropped to the ground waiting for the backlash.

“Malfoy!?” Sirius demanded. “You told Malfoy!?”

“I’m sorry! I told you I was sorry!” I shouted back, bristling, feeling my body shudder. Sirius seemed to notice and took a few paces away and composed himself.

I dared to speak. “All he knows is that you didn’t kill Peter. That’s all. I’m so sorry Sirius,” I turned, and he was gone. “Fine! Leave!” I shouted. “Like always... like everyone...”

I let out a scream of frustration that was carried away with the wind. Letting out a sigh of defeat I wandered up to the castle again.

“Y/n?” For the third time tonight, I jumped at the call of my name. It was Draco again.

“Draco, look,” I started. “I...”

“No,” He stopped me softly. “I’m sorry... I...” He shook his head and took off down the hall towards the Slytherin dorms. Chasing after him, he was too far gone, and I was face to face with the Baron.

“Oh, could this night get any worse?” I shouted to no one in particular. “I don’t mean to trespass, apologies.”

“Stay out of my territory and away from my students, you little harlot,” The Baron sneered.

“Gladly,” I growled back. “Arse,” I muttered as I ghosted back to the upper levels of the castle.

Utterly lost on what to do, I found myself by the Black Lake, staring up at the moon and stars. I stayed there until the sun rose over the dark waters, painting the valleys in a golden light. I remained there, watching the sun and moon dance in the sky in an unchangeable waltz that continued for eternity.

“They said you were out here,”

I didn’t jump this time at the sound of his voice as the moon rose to her duet again.

“Hello, Draco,” I murmured softly. “Come to watch the stars with me?”

“Sure,” I could hear the smile in his voice as he sat beside me on the bank of the lake, the only sound was the music of the night, the lake lapping at the small beach, and his gentle breaths.

“I... I’m really sorry,” He murmured softly. “For that night, I didn’t mean to get so angry. I wasn’t upset with you...” Silence fell softly between us. “My parents never told me... I wrote to my mother...” My eyes widened as I gazed over at him, his pale skin almost having the same affect that mine did in the moon light. “I never knew...”

“I’m sorry,” I offered.

“Merlin don’t apologize to me,” He laughed hopelessly.

“Well I did sort of freak out on you, so... sorry.”

He shrugged and his gaze fixed on the moonlit water. “My father thinks it’s absurd that I’m talking to you... and I think my mother is slightly worried about me for it,”

“Any particular reason?” I mused.

“Father has always been against those different than him in any way... my mother probably worries that I’m not making friends...talking to ghosts...” A smile toyed at his lips at the mention of his mother.

“Are we not friends then?” I teased lightly, causing him to laugh.

“Sure,” He rolled his eyes at me, this time causing me to laugh. “Do you miss them?” He asked after a quiet moment.

“Who?”

“Your parents... your family?” He seemed almost afraid to ask.

I pondered the question. “Yes, sometimes... but I’ve spent a lot of years wasting tears that will never fall over people I can never see again... you move on and learn to live after a while... well as much as a ghost can live,”

“You can’t cry, can you?” He came to the fact easier and saner than most did.

I shook my head. “I can feel bitter sorrow, the worst loss, but I can never shed a tear,” I chuckled humorlessly. “The irony, I have the most to mourn and I can’t even cry,”

“I’m sorry,”

I shrugged. “I’ve lived a long time without being able to cry... just reminds me that I’ll never be quite human again,”

“But you could be,” He had more hope than I ever had about the fact.

“Yeah,” I scoffed. “That stupid prophecy,”

“I don’t think it’s stupid,”

“You’ve haven’t spent centuries wondering what it meant,” I argued back:

“In the days when evil lurks around every corner;

The condemned will become innocent;

And the innocent will become condemned;

True love can reanimate a deceased heart;

Under the star of Great Dog;

She will become alive as time is altered;

Two souls will be set free that day as the star takes her place.”

“True love,” I scoffed again; my lips pressed together. “Like some sort of stupid fairytale,”

“I thought you said that fairytales weren’t stupid,” Draco raised an eyebrow at me smirking.

“They’re not,” I rolled my eyes. “Believing that there’s true love out there to save me? That’s stupid,”

“Then maybe there’s no hope for any of us,” Draco sighed. “If someone like you can’t find true love, where’s the hope for the rest of us,”

A smile ghosted me lips at his words as I looked over to him, his eyes still trained on the water.

“You’re really sweet sometimes, you know that Malfoy?” His eyes darted to mine as his cheeks tinged pink.

“Will you come back inside?” He asked softly. “The library isn’t as interesting without you there,”

“Sure,” I smiled warmly at him.

Fall turned to winter turned to spring, and Draco and I spent a lot more time together than I cared to admit. He was almost easier to talk to than anyone else I had met. And that was saying something, because I knew Remus Lupin, who was fascinated with my fascination of the young Malfoy.

But all the same, I found myself crave Draco’s company more and more and cursing the Baron for not letting me see him while he was in his dorm. It was rough when he came down with a cold and I wasn’t able to see him for a week. No number of books could distract me from the fact that he wasn’t there to talk to. That he wasn’t here to talk to me. I had never missed anyone like this before.

But when he felt better, we’d press curfew to mere minutes just to get another word in with each other. Then he’d have to be human and I’d have to remember that I didn’t belong in his world and never could. It didn’t stop me, however, from finding and talking to him the next day. Or the day after that. Or the day after that.

Then there was a day in late spring that caught my attention as Sirius had finally gotten to Harry and his friends, but things had gone from bad to worse as I watched the scene unfold, doing the only thing I could think of, I spirited away to find Remus. He would know what to do, he would know how to help.

After I had explained what I had seen, Remus grabbed his wand and took off towards the Whomping Willow. I followed him, and as soon as I left the castle, I felt the dark presence of the dementors around me.

“No!” I shouted, going up to meet them, and for the first time in a long time gave into my spiritual power, long enough to hold them off and let Remus pass through safely.

I hovered over the Shrieking Shack, keeping the dementors as bay, away from Sirius, away from Remus. They didn’t dare to go near my pure light that was amplified by the full moon. Soon I saw the three of them emerge, Peter in chains, when the light of the full moon hit my little Remus.

With a cry of desperation, I did my best to keep the dementors away as I watched the horrors unfold before me before I couldn’t take it any long and chased after Remus, who was not a wolf into the wood.

“Remus!?” I shouted; my voice lost with the wind. “Remus, it’s me! Please come out!” I caught sight of Hermione and Harry and gestured that they should leave, and quickly. “Remus!?”

I heard a growl and turned, seeing golden scared eyes.

“Hey,” I cooed softly. “You’re alright, you can’t hurt me,”

A pained howl left his lips.

“I know,” I replied. “But you’re going to be alright, let get you back, yeah? To Prongs and Pads, they’re waiting for you.” Tears I wanted to cry weren’t shed at the pitiful heartbreaking whine that left his lips.

But he let me lead him back to the Shrieking Shack all the same. I stayed with him until McGonagall and Dumbledore came. There was a soft thank you from the both of them. I drifted back to the castle, pacing in anxiety.

“Y/n?” It was Draco’s voice. I turned.

“Draco, it’s not safe!” I squeaked. “What are you doing out of bed!?”

“I had to see you,” He confessed. “There are rumors, about Black and Lupin... I thought you’d... Are you alright?”

“Draco, really,” I glanced around, cursing that I couldn’t drag him inside to where it was safer. “It’s not safe for you out here,”

“Bloody hell, Y/n, what about you!?”

“I’m already dead! So, unless you’d like to join me!” I shouted, realizing after the fact what I had said. “Draco, I didn’t mean that,”

“You’re keeping things from me,” It was a broken accusation. “About Sirius, about Remus,”

“Draco, please,” I pulled away. “I... I have to go, I have to make sure that he’s alright,” My eyes trailed up to the top of the tower, knowing that I may have been the reason that Sirius was in chains again.

“No!” Draco shouted, drawing my attention.

He had never demanded anything of me before, not like this. It wasn’t the fact that he told me to stop, it was the notion that he had found his own voice in it that caused me to pause. I waited for him to continue.

“I’ve spent all year, all of my three years here, knowing you, and getting to know you and I’m not going to let you walk away again! I want to know! I don’t want this you can’t tell me act. If anyone, you can tell me. Can’t you trust me? Please,” His voice broke, unshed tears in his eyes.

“Draco,” My non-material heart broke a bit as he stood before me, vulnerable. Shaking and terrified I nodded. “Remus... is a werewolf. Sirius is an Animagus. Peter betrayed the Potters, and Sirius went to confront him. Peter faked his death and killed all those people and it was blamed on Sirius...” In my nervousness I began to ramble:

“...and Sirius and Remus confronted Peter tonight and Harry and his friends were there and I had to fight off dementors so that Sirius would be okay because I couldn’t bear to see him get hurt for something he didn’t do and then I had to go and help Remus because it’s a full moon and he won’t hurt me but for the love of merlin he will hurt you so will you please go inside!”

Draco gaped at me, in utter disbelief.

“Please Draco, go inside,”

“Only if you come with me,” He recovered.

My thoughts for Sirius were forgotten as I took a step closer to him. Instead, all I could see and focus on was the heartbreak on his face and the hand that he held out for me. A hand that I wanted to accept but knew that I couldn’t because I would phase right through him. Never had I loathed being dead so much but in that moment when all I wanted to do was comfort him.

For the first time in almost two hundred years, tears slid down my cheeks. I barely noticed.

“Please,” His voice shook as did his hand as it remained extended to me. “Please, Y/n,”

The moon fell behind the mountains as the sun shed her first light onto us.

And with reckless abandon, I reached out for him, for his hand. In desperation and false hope, closing my eyes, knowing my heart would never break more that in the next few moments for not being a part of his world.

Then my hand felt softness and warmth.

I gasped and jerked back, and Draco seemed to realize this as I did.

“You just...” He stammered.

“I...” Trembling, I held my hand up, the sunlight no longer passing through it but refracting off of it. I finally reached up and felt the wetness of tears on my cheeks as I gasped in pure joy.

“I’m human,” I laughed, “I’m human!” I marveled at my rosy skin and the soft green fabric of my dress as I felt the grass beneath my feet. After a moment, I, at last, looked to Draco, who seemed to be frozen in a state of wonder and disbelief, and almost... scared.

“Draco,” I called softly, “It’s me,” I offered my hand to him, the grin not leaving my face.

“You’re... and...”

I nodded and smiled, taking a step closer to him. “Not scared of ghosts, are you?” I teased softly.

He finally laughed and took my hand, pulling me close, into the comfort of his arms. I began to cry again because for the first time in two hundred and fifty years, I was hugged. I clung to him, my fingers marveling at the softness of his shirt, trailing up into his hair.

“Merlin,” Draco pulled away softly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,”

Before I could ask him what he meant—or argue that I had been waiting longer than he ever had—he pressed his lips to mine, and in that moment, I swear I could have died all over again in his arms.

In the days when evil lurks around every corner,

The condemned will become innocent,

And the innocent will become condemned.

True love can reanimate a deceased heart,

Under the star of Great Dog,

She will become alive as time is altered;

Two souls will be set free that day as the star takes her place.

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