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[Harry Potter x fem!reader] [Warning: most annoying ending ever.]

"I never promised Hermione anything, I mean, all right, I was going to go to Slughorn's Christmas party with her, but she never said . . . just as friends . . . I'm a free agent. . . ." Harry mocked Ron voice as he sat with Y/n in the back of the library, filling her on the Ron's latest speech about his freedom. "That book please." Said Y/n mindlessly pointing towards a heavy-paged blue book titled Transfiguration of sentient beings.

"We're taking this in two weeks! Why in Merlin's name are you doing it now?" He asked flipping through the book but shut when he saw an entire 13-paged chapter on transfiguration of garden animals. "I like to be ready, and Hermione isn't being any better really."

"He's at perfect liberty to kiss whomever he likes, I really couldn't care less." Said Y/n making a face which Harry believed had to be Hermione's. She raised her quill and dotted an i so ferociously that she punctured a hole in her parchment.

"You should really start studying." Said Y/n without looking up. He bent a little lower over Advanced Potion-Making and continued to make notes on Everlasting Elixirs, occasionally pausing to decipher the Prince's useful additions to Libatius Borage's text.

"And incidentally," said Y/n, after a quite a while, "you need to be careful."

"For the last time," said Harry, speaking in a slightly hoarse whisper after three-quarters of an hour of silence, "I am not giving back this book, I've learned more from the Half-Blood Prince than Snape or Slughorn have taught me in - and I thought you were on my side -"

"I'm not talking about your stupid so-called Prince," said Y/n, giving his book a nasty look as though it had been rude to her. "I'm talking about earlier. I went into the girls' bathroom just before I came in here and there were about a dozen girls in there, including that Romilda Vane, trying to decide how to slip you a love potion. They're all hoping they're going to get you to take them to Slughorn's party, and they all seem to have bought Fred and George's love potions, which I'm afraid to say probably work -"

"Why didn't you tell on them then?" demanded Harry. "They didn't have the potions with them in the bathroom," said Y/n scornfully. "They were just discussing tactics. As I doubt whether even the Half-Blood Prince" - she gave the book a suspicious look - "could dream up an antidote for a dozen different love potions at once, I'd just invite someone to go with you, that'll stop all the others thinking they've still got a chance. It's tomorrow night, they're getting desperate."

"There isn't anyone I want to invite," mumbled Harry, who was still trying not to think about how Y/n would certainly go with Hinderson, a Ravenclaw prefect, any more than he could help, despite the fact that she kept cropping up in his dreams in ways that made him devoutly thankful that she could not perform Legilimency.

"Well, just be careful what you drink, because Romilda Vane looked like she meant business," said Y/n grimly. She hitched up the long roll of parchment on which she was writing her Transfiguration essay and continued to scratch away with her quill. Harry watched her with his mind a long way away. "Hang on a moment," he said slowly. "I thought Filch had banned anything bought at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?"

"And when has anyone ever paid attention to what Filch has banned?" asked Y/n, still concentrating on her essay. "But I thought all the owls were being searched. So how come these girls are able to bring love potions into school?"

"Fred and George send them disguised as perfumes and cough potions," said Y/n. "It's part of their Owl Order Service. A Hufflepuff kept showing it off in the common room."

"Yeah, well, never mind that," said Harry quickly. "The point is, Filch is being fooled, isn't he? These girls are getting stuff into the school disguised as something else! So why couldn't Malfoy have brought the necklace into the school - ?"

"Oh, Harry . . . not that again . . ."

"Come on, why not?" demanded Harry.

"Look," sighed Y/n, "Secrecy Sensors detect jinxes, curses, and concealment charms, don't they? They're used to find Dark Magic and Dark objects. They'd have picked up a powerful curse, like the one on that necklace, within seconds. But something that's just been put in the wrong bottle wouldn't register - and anyway, love potions aren't Dark or dangerous -"

"You broke into a gate that was bewitched by Dumbledore!" Whisper-shouted Harry as Y/n hit him with a parchment roll on the head before shushing him. "And if I didn't, you would've been dead due to frostbite." Said Y/n with a glare and slamming her book shut signaling this discussion is over.

True to her words, Romilda Vane had cornered him the moment he had climbed through the portrait hole. "Hi, Harry!" said Romilda, "Fancy a gillywater?" He could imagine Y/n giving him a "what-did-I-tell-you?" look over her shoulder. "No thanks," said Harry quickly supressing a snort. "I don't like it much."

"Well, take these anyway," said Romilda, thrusting a box into his hands. "Chocolate Cauldrons, they've got firewhisky in them. My gran sent them to me, but I don't like them."

"Oh - right - thanks a lot," said Harry, who could not think what else to say. "Er - I'm just going over here with . . ." He hurried off, his voice tailing away feebly.

When he arrived in the entrance hall at eight o'clock that night, he found an unusually large number of girls lurking there, all of whom seemed to be staring at him resentfully as he approached Luna. She was wearing a set of spangled silver robes that were attracting a certain amount of giggles from the onlookers, but otherwise she looked quite nice.

Harry was glad, in any case, that she had left off her radish earrings, her butterbeer cork necklace, and her Spectrespecs. "Hi," he said. "Shall we get going then?" "Oh yes," she said happily. "Where is the party?" "Slughorn's office," said Harry, leading her up the marble staircase away from all the staring and muttering. "Did you hear, there's supposed to be a vampire coming?" "Rufus Scrimgeour?" asked Luna.

"I - what?" said Harry, disconcerted. "You mean the Minister of Magic?" "Yes, he's a vampire," said Luna matter-of-factly. "Father wrote a very long article about it when Scrimgeour first took over from Cornelius Fudge, but he was forced not to publish by somebody from the Ministry. Obviously, they didn't want the truth to get out!" Harry, who thought it most unlikely that Rufus Scrimgeour was a vampire, but who was used to Luna repeating her father's bizarre views as though they were fact, did not reply.

Whether it had been built that way, or because he had used magical trickery to make it so, Slughorn's office was much larger than the usual teacher's study. The ceiling and walls had been draped with emerald, crimson, and gold hangings, so that it looked as though they were all inside a vast tent. The room was crowded and stuffy and bathed in the red light cast by an ornate golden lamp dangling from the center of the ceiling in which real fairies were fluttering, each a brilliant speck of light.

"Harry, I'd like you to meet Eldred Worple, an old student of mine, author of Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires - and, of course, his friend Sanguini." Worple, who was a small, stout, bespectacled man, grabbed Harry's hand and shook it enthusiastically; the vampire Sanguini, who was tall and emaciated with dark shadows under his eyes, merely nodded. He looked rather bored.

A gaggle of girls was standing close to him, looking curious and excited. "Harry Potter, I am simply delighted!" said Worple, peering shortsightedly up into Harry's face. "I was saying to Professor Slughorn only the other day, 'Where is the biography of Harry Potter for which we have all been waiting?' " "Er," said Harry, "were you?" "Just as modest as Horace described!" said Worple.

"Here, have a pasty," said Worple, seizing one from a passing elf and stuffing it into Sanguini's hand before turning his attention back to Harry. "My dear boy, the gold you could make, you have no idea -"

"I'm definitely not interested," said Harry firmly, "and I've just seen a friend of mine, sorry."

He pulled Luna after him into the crowd; he had indeed just seen a long mane of brown hair disappear between what looked like two members of the Weird Sisters. "Hermione! Hermione!"

"Harry! There you are, thank goodness! Hi, Luna!"

"What's happened to you?" asked Harry, for Hermione looked distinctly disheveled, rather as though she had just fought her way out of a thicket of Devil's Snare. "Oh, I've just escaped - I mean, I've just left Cormac," she said.

"Under the mistletoe," she added in explanation, as Harry continued to look questioningly at her. "Serves you right for coming with him," he told her severely. "I thought he'd annoy Ron most," said Hermione dispassionately.

"I debated for a while about Zacharias Smith, but I thought, on the whole -"

"You considered Smith?" said Harry, revolted. "Yes, I did, and I'm starting to wish I'd chosen him, McLaggen makes Grawp look a gentleman. Let's go this way, we'll be able to see him coming, he's so tall. . ."

The three of them made their way over to the other side of the room, scooping up goblets of mead on the way, "Who are we hiding from?" whispered a voice from behind them as Hermione shreiked.

"Y/n! Oh thank merlin!" Said Hermione placing her hand on her chest as if she just had a heart attack. Y/n chuckled, "Sorry?"

She looked beautiful.

Harry's breath hitched and caught in his throat as he raked her up and down with his eyes. She was dressed in a stunning, glittering gold dress that pushed off her shoulders and slitted up her thighs leaving others imaginations go wild, especially Harry's.

She had her hair tied up in a low bun, decorated with pearls. Her gold heels reflected the light. Her middle finger had a gorgeous wildly sparkling gem on but what caught Harry's eyes wasn't the expensive rock.

It was the large bruise forming on her knuckles, staining her skin with blueish purple marks.

Harry's hand immediately grabbed hers in worry, his mind racing with what could have caused it.

"Y/n! What happened?!" He asked, the monster crawling inside him was both in rage and worry. It was as if it wanted to climb out and tear everyone apart and push Y/n behind it, protecting her.

"Oh, it's nothing." She said as she pulled back her hand a dismissively waved it.

"Y/n punched one of Williams friend's in the face after he said something bad about you, Ron and Hermione." Luna said in her dream-like voice as if she was retelling a story.

"What?!"

"Why?"

Both Harry and Hermione asked at the same time though Harry felt the monster calm down and he had to hide the grin that was about to litter his face.

She defended him. She had punched someone for him.

Well technically she punched someone for you, Ron and 'Mione ... A voice in his said but he pushed it away. Harry felt special.

"He just said something unacceptable." She replied just as Luna interupted

"He said Harry is bias and an attention seeking freak, Hermione was disgusting for dating Weasley, Krum and Cormac and that Ron was a patheticly poor excuse of a wizard." Luna said expressionless as Y/n tried to send her 'Cut it' signals with her hand but the Ravenclaw ignored her.

"Y/n then punched his face in front of the Ravenclaw common room, breaking his nose. Then she told William she couldn't date someone who had friends that shamelessly talked in such vulgar ways and she'd rather date a Slytherin. And made sure to remind us that Hermione here is the smartest in our year, Ron saved every single throw at the match and Harry was more braver and selfless than all of us combined. That's why he isn't here, he was escorted to the infirmary."

Hermione seemed both shocked and grateful as she lunged herself at the Hufflepuff and started muttering nonsense of how she shouldn't have done that and how she'd get in trouble and how she's grateful for her words.

Harry on the other hand was a grinning freak inside. She thought he was brave. He felt the urge to giggle and held it in. Sure he was pissed off with what Hinderson's friend had to say but she stood up for him ( them ) but who cares.

She said he was braver and selfless then all of them combined. But before he could let the butterflies in his stomach get the best of him, he needed to make sure.

"So you and Hinderson are over?" He asked as Y/n nodded. "Did I go to far?" She guilty asked her friend but Harry answered and answered too fast.

"No!" He had shouted gathering some of the surrounding people's attention causing the three girls to look at him either in shock or curiosity. Hermione squinted her eyes at him and raised her brow.

He felt his face flush as he stumbled for words. "Sometimes they're just not meant to be." Grimcing as he remembered his epic failure of a date with Cho last year.

"Yea, so? I don't have a date and Hermione is hiding from her date. . . May I have this dance, Miss Granger?" Y/n asked in a deep posh accent that made Hermione giggle and blush.

"No, yo-" Hermione began but squealed when Y/n pushed her onto the dance floor. Y/n placed a hand on Hermione's waist and grabbed her other hand in hers as Hermione placed her hand on Y/n's shoulder, laughing as the latter lead them across the dance floor in quick, funny strides.

"You like her." Luna's voice came.

"Yea, I do." He said. He's face morphed into a soft lazy smile as he watched the Hufflepuff twirl them in circles making Hermione laugh as she tried to slow the badger down.

"I'm sorry Luna, I didn't mean to ruin your night." He said but the blonde waved her hand and smiled at him warmly.

"Your my friend Harry, I'm happy if your happy." She said, Harry stared at her with a friendly smile before bowing down slightly and placing his hand out.

"Miss Lovegood, may have your hand for this dance?" He asked as the Ravenclaw smiled before pulling a chuckling Harry onto the dance floor.

An hour later, Harry sat with his drink on a couch alone while Luna spoke with a friend on the other side of the room. He looked around staring at the dancing figures as they twirled and swayed under the light.

His eyes caught Y/n' figure. It wasn't that hard, she was glittering like a disco ball, her sweet laugh filling the room, making Harry smile.

He watched her dress flow every time she twirled.

How the strand, that fell from her elegant hairdo, swayed every time she laughed, throwing her head back.

He watched how she tapped her, done white nails, on the glass of her drink, into a rhythmical sound.

He watched how she twirled Hermione and complemented her in a deep voice mimicking a man, making the bushy-haired girl swat her arm playfully and covered her mouth as she laughed.

He sat mesmerised by the ethereal beauty that filled his mind, painting his every nerve and cell in a glowing haze.

His thought we're cut off when he felt the couch dip next to him. Hermione had just flopped down next to him, out of breath sporting a happy smile.

"Oh, I don't think I've ever danced so much. Should've gone to the Yule ball with her, boy can she keep going." Hermione said as she turned and faced her friend, who was staring at the said girl.

"Go, go ask her to dance!" Hermione encouraged as Harry shook his head bringing his glass to his lips.

"C'mon Harry, you can go dance with her and grow this relationship into something more or you can spend the rest of your life regretting it for being a coward." Hermione said as Harry kept quiet for a moment, downing the rest of his drink.

Hermione was about say something else when Harry jumped up and placed his empty glass on a passing tray. "You're right, 'Mione." He said.

He walked over to where Y/n was speaking to Zabini, his chest tightened at the sight wanting nothing more than to hex the Slytherin into the next century.

As Harry aproached them, he caught Zabini's eye, who looked at him in disgust before saying a few words to the Hufflepuff and leaving.

"Hey." Harry said softly as Y/n made a surprised sound before chuckling and facing him with a tired smile.

"Hey, well don't you look ravishing?" She teased as Harry felt a shiver run down his spine, the words making more problems then it should.

He swallowed before putting on a similar tone. "Isn't that my line?"

"You wish, Potter. We both know I'm much more of a gentleman." She said. Harry's eyes locked on her lips as she raised her glass and drank it.

"Dance with me." He said abruptly. She raised her brow and put down the now empty glass at a nearby table.

"Are you asking or demanding, Mr. Potter?"

"Will you give me the honour and pleasure of having this dance with you?" He asked putting his hand out, every fiber in his body begging for her to say yes.

"The pleasure is all mine." She said as she slipped her hand into his.

He slid them to the middle of the room as he placed a hand on her waist and held her other hand in his.

"You look gorgeous." He said filled with seriousness. He watched as she blushed, chuckled, looked down then up again at him.

"I'm not the one who's got the eye of everyone in the room." She said.

"You're mistaken, you're the most beautiful one here. They're blind if they think otherwise." He said, he felt her grip on his shoulder tighten.

"Didn't know your the charmer type, Harry."

Harry.

The sound of his name on her lips made his heart beat like never before. He let go of her waist and twirled her around, bringing her closer to him.

Her hand rested on his chest as his slipped slightly lower than it was before. "Maybe there are things about me you've yet to see." He whispered.

"Maybe there is." She mumbled as she drummed her pointer finger against his chest. Harry pulled her out before twirling her out and pulling her in, wrapping his arms around her waist as her back flushed with his chest.

"Harry." She whispered as he twirled her out. There it was again, his name. His clothes felt to tight. The air felt too hot.

When she came back this time her hand was on the side of his neck wrapping around it as she brushed his jaw with her thumb. He's hand dropped to her hips, brushing his thumb up and down.

"Y/n." He whispered so softly he barely heard it. It came out as a warning, as he shut his eyes.

She was close, too close.

"Yes?" She asked as she ran her hand down his shoulder and to his chest, the hand that held hers tightened it's grip.

"Yo-" He was about to say something when the perfect moment was cut off by Hermione's shouting.

"Get off me!" She shouted, both and almost everyone in the room faced the commotion.

Both Harry and Y/n rushed over, apart of both their minds annoyed and slightly pissed off.

"You don't have to make a scene. Let's just dance." Cormac said.

"I said I don't want to." Hermione said as she stepped back from him. Y/n stepped in front of her pushing her back, behind her.

"This is none of your business, L/n. C'mon Hermione, if it was anyone else they'd beg for me to dance with them let alone date them."

"Shove off, Cormac. Hermione values those with brains and character." Y/n said as Cormac scoffed, pushed Y/n and reached to grab Hermione's wrist.

Harry was already on his way to punch the bastard when, Hermione raised her fist and punched right in the jaw.

Before anything else could happened, Y/n kneed him where the sun doesn't shine.

"Nice form, 'Mione." Y/n praised as people turned their heads to see Cormac rolling on the floor. Hermione on the other hand stared at her fist as if it punched Cormac with it's own mind.

"Next time she says 'No' you get the hint and piss off," Y/n commented as she kicked him with her heel. People began to rush over and crowd the boy.

"Y/n!" Hermione yelled horrified.

"I've got detention anyway, may as well stretch it to it's limits." She joked just as she got pulled by Professor Slughorn. Harry stared at Cormac with undisguised disgust before grabbing Hermione and rushing her out after saying goodbye to Luna and Y/n.

That night, Harry stayed wondering at all the possibilities that could've happened if Cormac wasn't being a pain, which made the Potter hate the boy even more.

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ghaniblue · 10 months

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Drarry Fic: Draco Might Die

515 silly words for the @gameofdrarry prompt: professor Draco. Read on A03

Draco's first day as Hogwarts' new Charms professor was an unmitigated disaster. He spilled pumpkin juice on his robes during breakfast in front of the Headmistress, his new colleagues and students. Worst of all, Potter spelled it away with a casual flick of the wrist and an infuriating grin, so Draco was forced to interact with him in public and thank him. It was unbearable.

The eldest Granger-Weasley spawn sat in the front row of his first class, performing a pitch-perfect Incendio with an air of bored self-assurance. Draco could just imagine her letter home complaining about the new Charms teacher covering spells a half-witted first year should know. Weasley would love that, Draco was certain. Rose's wand movement and confident enunciation spoke of diligent tutoring in the home. Granger's doing, no doubt. The Rose girl was going to be insufferable, just like her mother.

Then there were the Slytherins, with Potter's son on the last bench next to Scorpius who was desperately trying to turn himself invisible or, failing that, slink under the desk and become one with the floor because quote, "You can't be my teacher, I might die." Scorpius came to his dramatics honestly, Draco had to admit.

Then, Potter flounced past in his Quidditch leathers, followed by a gaggle of first years with brooms under their arms that were twice as tall as them. One of the broomsticks hit Draco right in the face with a great big whack to the resounding gasps and giggles of Potter's flock of little ducklings. Splendid, a black eye on his first day. And Potter was there to witness the indignity, because of course he was.

Draco collected the scattered homework parchments that had gone flying out of his arms upon impact, trying to radiate an air of cool superiority while inwardly cursing every single decision that had led him to this moment. He could feel Potter's amusement like a physical thing. Draco smoothed a hand down his hair and whirled away in a rustle of freshly starched robes. His dramatic swish still needed a little work. He was no Professor Snape. Yet.

When he sat down for dinner that evening, he wasn't even hungry. If things progressed like today, stress starvation was going to set in soon. He could ill afford to lose any weight or his stomach would become concave.

At the end of this first hellish day, Draco dragged himself back towards his rooms: sweaty, dishevelled and wondering darkly who had allowed children into schools, little beasties that they were (except Scorpius, his boy was perfect of course). Were the hallways always this long and the portraits this rude? He didn't look like a bedraggled hedgehog, thank you very much.

Outside his quarters, Potter leaned against the wall, a bottle of firewhiskey dangling from his fingers, the most infuriating smirk on his stupid face. This right here was the worst development of them all: Harry Potter had grown up attractive. Draco might die.

"Drink, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"Merlin, yes," Draco sighed, and promptly stumbled over the threshold and face-planted into his armchair.

DW link: https://acari.dreamwidth.org/817405.html

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smittenbyvillains · 8 months

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DAY THREE - Vampire!Severus Snape

Warnings: NSFW vampire things, darkish themes, breeding kink, praises, mention of punishment, p in v, no mention of protection

@slytherinslut0 I think you might enjoy this one

You were a student at Hogwarts. You were about to turn eighteen you were more than excited. You would be an adult and get to grow up once you left Hogwarts. You wanted to work at a quiet store where you could steal potions that you made. You were quite the master at potions and one of the few Professor Snape was easier on.

You house was hosting a get together for your party and Professor Snape surprised you by allowing it. You were now getting ready for the party with your friends helped. Hermione grinned at you as you showed yourself off in your new dress. It was dark emerald and was a short dress that showed off your body. Pansy helped with your makeup to match with the dress.

You wore some white heels and headed out to the common room. You got yourself a drink and went over to your other friends. Draco only grinned.

"Look at the birthday girl! Already looking in her twenties!" He teased you. You blushed and nodded.

"Well, I have to dress up for my big day ya know?" You boasted and swinged down your fruit punch. You grabbed Harry's hand. "Let's dance!" You said grinning at the male who nodded and led you to the dancing floor. You danced with Harry for a while.

Once it hit midnight it was time to blow out the candles. Everyone sang happy birthday to you, but you couldn't focus on them. You could only look at the tall man in the back staring at you. You had butterflies.

Funny enough your birthday was exactly at midnight. You blinked after they ended the song and blew out the candles and everyone enjoyed the cake. You decided to get another drink and so you did. You danced with all your friends again and you all sang the lyrics loudly to your favorite song.

You went to the bathroom, well started to when you were pulled the opposite way, and someone grabbed your hand taking you to a bedroom. You were confused as you were sat on a desk. It was dark and you couldn't see who it was. Your stomach did the same thing as earlier.

Soon enough the candles came on. You looked at the male and gasped. It was your professor. "Professor!" you said in shock.

He just smirked at you and kept you sat on the desk as he pushed against you closing the distance.

"Right now... I am not your professor mate." He purred into your ear. You flushed bright red and gasped as kissed your neck. You wanted this. You knew you wanted this. He placed his hands on your thighs as the dress rode up. 'You know... watching you dance with your friends got me all jealous. Knowing that you should have been dancing with me..." He whispered. He moved his hands to your shoulder where he started to pull dress sleeves off your shoulders.

"I-I I didn't know my professor wanted me." You said whispering causing him to laugh.

"Of course not. I did not know you were my mate until now." He said and then moved his hands back down to pull your dress up and off you. "Now... shall I still punish you, my darling?" He spoke as he held your chin up with a hand and rubbed your cheek with affection. "You would like that... I know because I know you always had a crush on me and often i was in your mind." He added with a sly smirk. You had wide eyes at this.

He moved his hand to pull your wrists together and muttered a spell it keeps them in place. He stepped back admiring you. He grinned and shown his fangs. He closed it on you and moved his mouth to your neck and started to mark you without warning. You were left moaning and whimpering. It felt so good being marked. You closed your eyes in delight. Your toes curled up and you started to feel yourself getting wet. You needed your professor.

He pulled away causing you to mewl in displeasure. He looked at you and you watched as he licked his lips clean. "Good girl... now let's see if you can handle me." He purred. "You would like that huh? To be used... to be breeded?" He said huskily. You nodded. "Words pet." he added.

"Oh gosh yes Snape." You whined. He chuckled and removed his belt and bants and boxers before stepping in-between your legs. He noticed you had no underwear on.

"Good girl... my my you dirty pet no underwear? So bold." He tsked. He leaned in. "Can I kiss you my darling..." he asked softly.

"Yes Snape."

"Call me Severus when we are alone."

"Yes Severus." You spoke as your voice was like honey to his ears. He kissed you with so much passion and you kissed him back. He slowly entered you letting you get used to his size. He groaned at how tight you were. You stopped kissing you only to slowly move the kisses down your neck before he started to thrust more and harder and bite down your neck.

Both of the sensations sent you on overdrive. You moaned repeatedly and got louder as he thrusted harder and faster. He stopped drinking your blood and licked the wound shut.

"You taste so good and take me so well." He purred into your ear and grinned to himself. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer causing you to let out a gasp as he entered you even more from the angle. He whispered praised in your ear as he fucked you hard, fast then slow then fast and hard again.

"I'm going to cum Severus." You moaned.

"Go on, cum pet, cum all over me." He groaned. You came as soon as he said that as you moaned and whimpered through your high. He fucked on slow there your high before cumming as well. "Such a good girl for your mate.... now go on rest... after you wake you will have your punishment." he said as he noticed you were sleepy. You nodded before falling asleep in his arms.

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beautifulbuckys · 2 years

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Can’t Stay Away (2)

PART 1

George Weasley x Reader

Pedestrians were beginning to stare at the scene playing out in front of them. George has yet to release my wrist from his firm grip. It was kind of painful. To those who didn’t understand, we looked like a couple arguing. So close yet so far from the truth.

Warnings: Language, enemies to lovers, some arguing/tension from George and reader. No use of Y/N.

Summer flew away like a broomstick who had a little too much pumpkin juice to drink.

The gorgeous soft breezes of England slowly transitioned to a frigid, crisp wind. The green leaves of the oak trees surrounding the Burrow found themselves turning shades of crimson and gold. This was my favorite time of year. It always had been. To me, the changing of the leaves symbolized change. Nature embraced this change. It never fought it. The trees and the leaves were simply in agreement. I adored it.

Fall also brought the beginning of the school year. I never feared or dreaded returning to Hogwarts. Besides the Weasley family home, it was the closest I could get to a warm, secure home. When Harry and I had lived with our Aunt and Uncle, nothing about that home was warm. It lacked the friendly spirit Hogwarts welcomed with open arms. For the first few years, I was at Hogwarts and Harry wasn’t, I felt guilty. Depriving my younger brother of this homey school felt cruel. Vernon had sworn me to secrecy. As far as Harry knew, I was at boarding school. I was forbidden from speaking a peep of ‘magical gibberish’. The second Harry got his letter; I felt a weight lifted off my shoulders.

Watching him now was a gleeful sight. His worn-down Nike sneakers stomping on the cobblestone ground gave me joy. Here, he had no Dursley’s or boarding school to deal with. His only concern was finding the correct herbology book for the year.

Molly and Arthur had sent Bill to babysit us while we shopped around Diagon Ally for our school supplies. He was super thrilled. Obviously. That’s why he sat at the nearby corner cafe and paid us all hush money to not snitch. The group had split up. Fred, Percy, and Ginny took off towards the robes and cloaks shop. Since Scabbers had ruined Percy’s prefect robes, Fred promised to purchase him a new set. That meant Ron, George, Harry, and I covered textbooks first.

“Why on Earth do I need 3 different textbooks for defense against the dark arts?” Harry groaned, throwing his sweater-clad arms down in frustration.

Ron snatched a small list out of Harry’s hand. It had the entire array of various things the boys would need for the year. “I reckon it’s one for every teacher we’ll have to teach the class this year,” Both Harry and I snickered at the comment.

“Yeah? I reckon it’s because they’re trying to make all the 4th years cry. I heard Snape had bets that he could make everyone cry the most. I would have my money on McGonagall. She can be a nasty woman,” George chimed in. He shot Harry a slight grin before opening the shop door. A wave of a paper aroma hit my nose instantly. Smelt like the Hogwarts library on steroids. Harry and Ron pushed their way through the doors, running to the ‘Legendary Aurors’ section.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Ron run so fast for a book,” George joked, motioning his hand towards the door to let me in.

I rolled my eyes. “And I don’t think I’ve ever heard you talk so much,” The casual chatter of the bookstore washed out whatever wise comeback was sprouting from George’s mouth. “Harry!” I yell. “I’m praying you’re not looking at some nonsense books by that Lockhart fraud than studying the store for the correct transfiguration textbook.”

I heard some quicked footsteps at the back of the store, they were heading towards the ‘Hogwarts School Year’ section of the shop.

I began making my way toward the herbology section. Recently, Fred and George had spilled their newest concoction all over my previous book. The originally gold-lined pages were covered in sticky pink goo. The once leather-bound hardcover was now illegible due to the pigment from the experiment.

The faint writing of “Herbology” stamped across one of the wooden shelves directed me to the right area. The red-stained shelf was covered floor to ceiling with volumes of various herbology topics. Aged green and yellow spines poked out from the bookshelf, the depth of the books not being very universal. There were a few holes where books were missing. It was like in the movies. I could see through into the next aisle. Maybe if I was lucky, I could scare Harry or spy on some random first year. Scaring Harry sounds only a tiny bit more fun.

Browsing the tall shelving, it took me a minute before I could find the book I needed. It had a small yellow sticker; ‘Used’. I could tell it had been loved. Definitely not ‘Weasley Prank Experiment’ loved. Loved by a caring student. Like Harry and Ron’s friend, the girl. I can’t even remember her name for the life of me.

A wide pair of blue eyes appeared in one of the holes caused by missing volumes. “Hey. Can we talk for a second? It’s rather important.” The soft voice of Ron broke the calm silence of this corner of the book shop.

“What’s on your mind?” I ask.

Ron pushed one of the books off the shelf, causing the paperback to topple to the floor.

“I’m kind of worried about Harry. He’s been really absent-minded and has been complaining about nightmares and such. I act like I don’t notice, but he doesn’t fall asleep until far after he says he does. We’re not 11 anymore. He’s seen some stuff. I’m just worried that something up that he’s not telling me.” Ron mumbled, attempting to keep his voice down. The worry on his face was apparent. He wasn’t faking his worry. “I just wanted to know if he’s said anything to you, being his sister and stuff.”

This conversation isn’t easy. It’s one I’ve tried to have with Harry a million times. I’ve sat down with him and shared how our lives aren’t normal and we’re in it together. It always seems that it goes in one ear and out the other, though. I’ve attempted the ‘our parents are dead’ talk. I’ve tried my chances with the ‘you’re the chosen one’ discussion. He just always tunes me out.

Ron is right. He’s not 11 anymore. He’s in serious danger and it’s becoming things I can’t protect him from.

No big deal. Only my worst fear.

I take a deep breath, “I’ve tried talking to him. He hasn’t shared anything with me. I don’t think he really wants to. I wanted to actually speak with your mum when we get home. Sit down with her and see if there is any sort of counseling we can get him. You’re not wrong. Harry has witnessed things nobody would normally see. I just want to give him the most semi-normal life he can get,”

“Counseling?” A third party chimed in.

Jumping, I turned my entire body in the direction of this familiar voice. It’s my favorite redhead, George. His face matched his hair color, deep red. George’s brows were furrowed furiously and his scowl was staring me in the face.

“You want to give Harry a normal life and your suggestion is therapy. Be realistic. That’s not going to make him feel more normal. The kid fought off one of the most powerful dark wizards last year and you wanna stick him in a room with an unfamiliar doctor and expect them to get it?”

I feel my cheeks start to burn. “How dare you tell me how to help my fucking brother. Are you a fucking dunce? My job isn’t to make Harry feel more normal. We’re wizards for Godrick’s sake. My job is to make sure Harry doesn’t spiral due to all the trauma he’s witnessed. And it’s certainly not your job telling me how to do my job. Got me?”

George wraps his large hand around my wrist and tugs me outside. His grip felt suffocating. It was tight and unforgiving. The streets are less crowded than it was before. Foot traffic significantly dropped. As the sun was coming down. Many returned home to their fireplaces and warm beds for the night.

“Listen,” George spoke through his teeth. His jaw was squeezed shut. “I understand that it isn’t my place. But I care about him too, okay? You’re jumping past the important stuff. You guys can sit down with us and we can have a group conversation.” George spoke sternly. His eyes never broke contact with mine once. If I’m not mistaken, this is the longest George and I have held unbroken eye contact. His point made sense. However, he wasn’t going to deprive Harry of professional help. We can get the best of both worlds.

George’s proposal was met without an answer. He noticed. I noticed. His eyebrows raised, signaling me to reply.

“Okay.” I shrug.

“Erm, what’s going on here?” Fred’s voice interrupted…whatever we did have going on. Is hands were full with various paper and burlap bags. The contents of the bags nearly spilled onto the cobbled road. Percy and Ginny were trailing behind him, quietly arguing about something Percy had said.

George dropped my wrist immediately. Like it was diseased. “Nothing. I was just going to get Ron and Harry and double-check on them. I know they had a lot of books. I guess I also gotta pay for her book,” George’s shoulder slightly moved towards me to show who he was talking about. “Since you paid for the new dress socks last time.” George disappeared once he finished his sentence. His lengthy legs hustled inside before anyone else could ask any more questions.

“Interesting.”

Walking back to Bill was interesting. The sun had completely set at this point. The lamp posts helped cover the streets in soft yellow light. The group was divided. Percy and Ginny were walking together, still engulfed in the argument they’d started earlier. Fred, Harry, and Ron were passionately discussing famous beaters in Quidditch history.

That left George and I. As always. We walked side by side. We were a tiny bit behind Ginny and Percy but ahead of the other three. Sandwiched between the Weasley family with my least favorite Weasley. This is awesome!

“It really hurt when you grabbed my wrist,” I spoke softly.

George glanced over at me, raising an eyebrow. “Hm?”

I sighed. “Earlier. At the bookshop. You grabbed my wrist and dragged me outside so you could argue with me out there. You squeezed my wrist really tight and it hurt. It was actually red for a while. I’m sure you didn’t mean it, but still. Doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt,”

George’s face dropped. Even in the yellow light, I could see the deep crimson that dusted his cheeks. He shoved his left hand into his purple trouser pocket. George left his left hand to fiddle with the button that is hanging onto his jacket with its dear life. He was silent for a minute. I was comfortable with it. I believe it was the first time I rendered George Weasley completely speechless. It was a rare opportunity. Silence with the loudest Weasley. The rowdiest of the bunch. Yet, all of today, he’s been quiet and has kept to himself. In fact, lately, he’s been rather calm and quiet. Uncharacteristically so.

“Oh. I’m sorry ‘bout that. Truly wasn’t my intention. I hope I didn’t cause any bruising or anything.”

I smiled softly. “I’ll be okay.”

The rest of the walk was spent with blissful silence. George kicked a small rock the entire way home, much to the dismay of Percy. The entire family seemed to be in good spirits. Myself included.

As we found ourselves in the living room of the house, Molly bombarded everyone with questions. Did we get everything we needed? Did Fred and George get me a replacement book? Why was Percy complaining about a pebble in his shoe? Quickly, members of the clan began retreating to their bedrooms for a dose of well-earned sleep.

George and I were the last ones to greet Molly. We were also the last ones to the stairs.

“Goodnight, Potter girl,” George whispered as we reached the top of the steps.

I smile. “G’nite George.”

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these-conquered-woodlands · 2 years

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order of the phoenix members & co as incorrect quotes

dumbledore: I’m telling you, my organization's members are all very intelligent and skilled. tonks, rushing in: dumbledore! remus and sirius tried to make pasta in the coffee pot and now it's broken!

sirius: Ask me anything. Go ahead, I'll give you a straight answer. tonks: Why are we so fucking awesome? sirius: That's the best goddamn question anybody's ever asked.

molly: I am going to need you to swear- sirius: Fuck. molly: molly: ...swear as in promise.

molly : Are you drinking enough water? severus: Sometimes my tears get in my mouth.

tonks: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me? remus: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? tonks: Yes. remus: I'd sleep. I wanna sleep.

dumbledore: I'm going to ask you to be respectful to each other. severus and sirius at the same time: I will respectfully decline.

tonks: What happened?! sirius: Do you want the long version or the short version? tonks: Short?? sirius: Shit's fucked. tonks: ...Okay, long. sirius: Shit's very fucked.

mad eye: So I have made the decision to trust you. tonks: A horrible decision, really.

harry: We have a problem. severus, probably: No, you have a problem. We have an idiot who keeps making them.

sirius: Hey I just got a pet snake. What should I name him? remus: A pet WHAT?! tonks: William Snakespeare.

dumbledore: severus is forbidden from monologuing. at meetings, at least.

sirius: Remus, old friend, would you take a killing curse for me? remus: ...yes? *snape angrily bursts into the room* sirius: *running away* Great, thanks!

dumbledore: If you get in trouble, I'm gonna be like... a lawyer to you. Ok? harry: Okay. *later* ministry bro: Potter! Sit down on the chair, you're in trouble. dumbledore, whispering: Deny everything. harry, loudly: That isn't a chair.

mundungus: stop forgiving my crimes, i worked so hard on those.

mad-eye: We've got to find a way to cut down our expenses. What can we live without? kingsley: dumbledore, probably. he bought six new purple robes just this week with the budget we were going to use to bribe mundungus. dumbledore: hey! i'm the only one paying for our expenses!

severus: Why aren’t you sleeping? sirius: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, severus. severus: sirius: …The nightmares. severus: severus: Don't look at me like that, I'm not giving you a hug.

molly: my future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. arthur: *steps on a rubber duck and proceeds to drop to his knees and sob while apologizing profusely.* molly: that one. i want that one.

arthur: Define “dream” for kids. severus: Dream - the first thing people abandon when they learn how the world works. molly : That’s too dark!

dumbledore: I can explain. some obscure person like emmeline vance, maybe: Can you? dumbledore: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

dumbledore: You know you've made it when you see your picture everywhere you go. mad-eye: Those are wanted posters!

remus: I’m sad. tonks: Don’t be sad, because sad backwards is das. tonks: And das not good.

fleur: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt. bill: Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

severus: Everything will be ok. You can not stop it. mad-eye: Everything will be fine. You have no choice. mundungus: What kind of pep talk is that? severus: Ominous positivity.

mad-eye: Someone will die. tonks, sarcastically: Oh, fun!

Harry, Ron and Hermione: *Kick the door down looking panicked.* kingsley: What did you do? harry: Nobody died. ron: *nods* molly: WHAT KIND OF AN ANSWER IS THAT?!

#sources: incorrect quote generator and nuwanda moony's blog #ootp is my favorite book #and i feel like the concept of the order of the phoenix was grossly underutilized #like you're telling me there's this group of (pretty odd) people who want to take down a terrorising group with spies and maps and crooks-#and they barely do much? they don't even get a more active role in helping the protagonist #'s cause? c'mon.#btw yall should go read/listen to the rise of the phoenix screenplay that shit is so good #cursed child got nothing on that #hp incorrect quotes #ron weasley #hermione granger #kingsley shacklebolt #mad eye moody #order of the phoenix #alastor moody #hp fandom #nymphadora tonks #albus dumbledore #harry james potter #severus snape #harry potter #molly weasley #arthur weasley #sirius black #remus lupin #fleur delacour #bill weasley

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schmem14 · 6 months

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...Aaaaand that's a wrap!

31 ficlets 31 days 31 kinks 12 dead doves 32,271 words 30 pairings 27 RARE pairs

Happy Halloween, and thanks to ALL who cheered me on on one way or another! Thanks to @hpkinktober for curating the prompt list and hosting the fest!

***for author's favorites

Schmem_14's HP Kinktober Masterlist:

Day 1: Devil's Snare Summary: Punishments for bad behaviour don't seem to work on Neville. Professor Snape decides to have a go. Pairing: Severus Snape/Neville Longbottom CW: Dead Dove, Do Not Eat, DH AU, Underage (17), Rape/Non-con (No penetration), Spanking/Whipping, Bondage, Masturbation, Orgasm Denial/Edging Rating: E

Day 2: Orgasm Denial Summary: Colin Creevey lost interest in Harry ages ago. Now that the tables have turned, what's it going to take to get Colin to want him? Pairing: Harry Potter/Colin Creevey CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dark!Harry, Non-con/Rape, Bondage/Shibari, Imperius curse, Jealousy, Angst, Implied blackmail Rating: E

Day 3: Werewolves Summary: Sirius visits a brothel that specializes in dangerous tastes... he doesn't expect to fall in love. Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: Edwardian AU, Brothels, Prostitution/Sex Work, Implied bestiality, Dubious consent, UHEA Rating: M

Day 4: Cockwarming Summary: Lucius tires of Draco's entitlement. Harry offers him the perfect revenge. Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter, Minor Draco/Harry, Narcissa/Lucius CW: Pseudo-incest, Infidelity Rating: E

Day 5: Firewhisky Summary: Bill asks Ron to look after Fleur while he's away. Little does Ron know what that entails. Pairing: Ron Weasley/Fleur Delacour Weasley CW: Pseudo-Incest, Lactation kink, Consensual Infidelity, Drinking Rating: M

Day 6: Collaring*** Summary: Voldemort celebrates his victory by acquiring a new pet. Pairing: Voldemort/Rubeus Hagrid CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Voldemort Wins AU, MCD, Pet Play, Rape/Non-con, Dubious Consent, Sex Slave, Trauma, Grief, Whipping, Horcruxes, Brainwashing, First Person POV Rating: E

Day 7: Sex Pollen Summary: Percy accidentally knocks over a fungus planter on his way to break up a fight between Oliver and Marcus. Pairing: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint CW: Dubious consent, Possible Underage (17/18), Infidelity, Threesome, Frotting, Masturbation Rating: M

Day 8: Pensieve Summary: Harry has strange dreams and memories that don't feel like his. Weirder still is his sudden craving for MILF... Pairing: Harry Potter/Molly Weasley CW: Dark!Molly, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Memory-tampering, Unreliable narrator, Dubious consent, Arthur dies AU Rating: M

Day 9: Omegaverse*** Summary: Ron has good reasons for keeping Hermione out of public spaces. She convinces him to go out, just this once... Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/non-con, A/B/O, dubious consent, watersports, Infidelity, Threesome, Breeding Kink, Cuckolding Rating: E

Day 10: Mandrakes*** Summary: Romilda and Colin find Harry in a compromising position. Pairing: Harry Potter/Romilda Vane, Harry Potter/Colin Creevey CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con (oral sex only), Somnophilia, Colin lives AU, Hogwarts Eighth-year, Underage (17) Rating: E

Day 11: Dragons/Dragon Eggs Summary: Hagrid was born to be bred by a dragon. Pairing: Rubeus Hagrid/Norwegian Ridgeback CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Breeding Kink, Dubious consent, Monsterfucking, Egg-smuggling, Object-insertion, Thievery, Blood Rating: E

Day 12: Age Play Summary: The voice in Luna's head urges her to comfort Xenophilius in his time of need. Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Xenophilius Lovegood CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Underage, Father/Daughter Incest, Dubious consent, Aging potion, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, First time Rating: M

Day 13: Bathing Summary: Myrtle's crush on Draco escalates beyond anything she thought possible Pairing: Myrtle Warren/Draco Malfoy CW: Non-consensual voyeurism, Dubious consent, Underage (16), Plasmic Penetration Rating: M

Day 14: Voyeurism Summary: Harry has something Horace wants and he'll trade it for his freedom. Be careful what you wish for, Harry... Pairing: Horace Slughorn/Multiple, Harry/Draco CW: Underage (implied), Non-consensual Voyeurism, Unethical behaviour, Masturbation, Bath sex Rating: M

Day 15: Owl Post*** Summary: Percy receives inappropriate notes from an anonymous admirer. What would his girlfriend say? Pairing: Percy Weasley/Marcus Flint CW: Stalking, Harassment, Watersports (mentioned), Infidelity Rating: E

Day 16: Wings Summary: Fleur feels uneasy about her upcoming marriage to Bill. She goes to him for reassurance. Pairing: Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Fleur/Multiple CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Whump, Gang Rape, Violence, Canon Divergent AU (Fleur and Bill wait until after the war to get married), Dark Bill, Dark Weasleys and Harry, Dosing/Potions, UHEA Rating: M

Day 17: Closets*** Summary: Percy is trying to lay low at the ministry, but Yaxley has other plans. Pairing: Percy Weasley/Corban Yaxley CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Dubious consent, Lust potion, Extortion, Fuck or Die (sort of), Deathly Hallows AU Rating: M

Day 18: School Uniform*** Summary: There's a new witch in school... Or, Malfoy tries a new look, and it captures Harry and Ron's attention. Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy CW: None! Rating: M

Day 19: Dungeons Summary: Argus Filch finally has permission to whip rule breakers. His first two targets are already lined up... Pairing: Argus Filch/Fred Weasley, Argus Filch/George Weasley CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Staff/Student, OOTP AU, Whipping, Bondage, Masturbation, Whump Rating: E

Day 20: Breeding Summary: Hermione comes to Arthur with a problem only he can help with. Pairing: Hermione Granger/Arthur Weasley CW: Pseudo Incest, Infidelity, Lactation kink, Pregnancy Rating: M

Day 21: Brooms Summary: George pulls his most devious prank ever on Harry... Pairing: George Weasley/Harry Potter CW: Dubious consent, Public indecency, public masturbation, humiliation, pranks, dildos. Rating: M

Day 22: Legilimency*** Summary: Draco has been craving pastry from Harry's bakery for ages... if only he could pluck the courage to go inside Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy CW: None Rating: E

Day 23: Monsterfucking Summary: Lavender has a plan to seduce the hottest teacher in the school... Pairing: Lavender Brown/Firenze CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Consensual Non-Consent, Fuck AND Die, MCD, Lust potion, Non-consensual dosing, Teacher/Student relationship, stomach bulges Rating: E

Day 24: Power Imbalance*** Summary: Cormac has a thing for his assistant. He’s delighted when she plays along… Pairing: Cormac McLaggen/Hermione Granger CW: Employer/Employee, Dubious Consent, Extortion Rating: M

Day 25: Portkey Summary: Draco leaves his dildo on the wall of the shower... he hopes his new flatmate finds it and uses it. Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter CW: Inappropriate Use of Portkey, Exhibitionism Rating: E

Day 26: Bondage*** Summary: How long can Marcus resist Percy when he's always such a bossy tease? Pairing: Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley CW: Secretary (Unethical relationship), BDSM, Cock cage/chastity belt, Butt plugs, Orgasm denial Rating: E

Day 27: Room of Requirement Summary: It's too bad the Room of Requirement can't give Sirius what he REALLY wants Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: drug use (marijuana), UST, unrequited love Rating: M

Day 28: Rememberall Summary: Bellatrix really likes to fuck Longbottoms up Pairing: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Neville Longbottom CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Torture, Bondage, Fisting, Memory Charms, orgasm denial, blood, WHUMP Rating: E

Day 29: Knotting Summary: Ron wakes to a comforting presence in bed. Pairing: Ron/Hermione, Minor Harry/Draco CW: Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Werewolf *see additional spoiler tags in end notes Rating: E

Day 30: Formalwear Summary: Harry spots someone lovely at the Malfoy's annual New Year's Eve Gala, and he can't resist... Pairing: Harry Potter/Narcissa Black Malfoy CW: Dubious Consent, Pregnancy, Manipulation, Toxic Relationships Rating: M

Day 31: Object Insertion*** Summary: Arthur receives a tip from Ron about a hidden room at Malfoy Manor and decides to have a look... Pairing: Arthur Weasley/Lucius Malfoy CW: Infidelity, COS Canon-compliant, Come as Lube, Dry orgasm Rating: E

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btsbabe7 · 5 months

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November Prompt 10: Growing Up

Words: 513 | Pairing: Harry Potter x reader

You learned early on that there are two things in life you can never control—time and death, each just a part of growing older.

You reminisce on both as you stand at the kitchen counter, mindlessly slicing the cucumbers that had come from the very garden just outside the window.

Hagrid used to grow squash and pumpkins so big it could feed everyone in the Great Hall for months on end. You and Harry settled on cucumbers and more realistic crops, like carrots and cabbage for your family.

Time is an odd concept. One minute you were just children. You, Harry, Hermione and Ron, rushing down the hill with wind whipping through your hair to get to Hagrid’s hut just to drink tea and tell stories. The next, you’re all adults and he’s taken away. Surprisingly, leaving Fang and the hut to you and Harry in his absence from this Earth.

It was unexpected when it happened. Death is weird in that way. It never comes when you would expect it to, like when someone is in complete agony. But death is a part of growing up and you can’t have it without time. And time is always so fleeting.

It was the same when Sirius passed. You’d gotten to know him as Harry’s godfather over the years and he had done everything in his power to live up to that title. He always made sure Harry knew how much he loved him, as if he were merely an extension of James himself, and he loved you as well, and the kids that followed.

Grandpa Sirius, they’d learned to call him while tugging at the hem of his silk, black robe. He always wore that thing. They were only five when it happened. When like a crow flapping its wings in the deep midnight sky, Sirius was taken away from you all.

Of course, he had left everything to Harry and your family, but that didn’t take away the pain that had ripped through your hearts that took years to lessen, just a smidge.

Harry took up the job as Auror for the Ministry; the job had always been his dream since he was a child. With that came a paid leave each year, whenever he wanted, and he always chose Christmas. Christmas reminded him of his friends and your time at Hogwarts together.

During Christmas, you’d both pack up whatever you two needed to stay at the hut with Fang. It was for the kids, mainly. Over the first couple of years, they hated leaving behind their friends behind who couldn’t return home. So you two came to them, it was easier this way.

And over time, it allowed you to relive part of your own childhood. You got to rush down that hill again with the wind blowing in your hair. This time, still with Harry by your side, but also with your two children with smiles plastered on their faces. The two of them being little reminders of time passed and what it’s like to truly live and grow up.

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thethreebroomsticksficfest · 1 year

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Last Christmas

Author: Anonymous

Warnings: brief mention of theoretical amputation

Today's first fic is from a new author who has chosen to remain anonymous for now but has gifted us with a fascinating window into the relationship between Dumbledore and Snape. ______________________________

He wanted time off from the brats but a week away from the castle meant a week of Pettigrew, which was somehow worse. The man was so odious he made even bullying him feel like a chore. Besides, the Dark Lord had told him to remain at Hogwarts.

He had endured the Christmas dinner, barely. Albus' high spirits were genuine, but the Christmas cheer among the other staff felt forced, and it had rubbed off on everyone else, with the exception of Hagrid, who was too thick to notice.

The Fenwick siblings had huddled together at one end of the table, faces pinched with worry. Filius had been talking about it in the staff room last week: their mother had been attacked for publishing a pro-muggle pamphlet. Yes, he'd thought, mother in St Mungo's and I know who put her there, and then: father in the ground these past 16 years, and I know who put him there too.

In the staff room after lunch he'd lost at chess to Minerva twice, beat Albus once, then provoked an argument with Pomona about alihotsy cultivation before getting bored when he realised she was drunk.

(Severus abhorred drunkenness. He hadn't been drunk since his teenage years, and even then the loss of control had terrified him.)

He'd left rudely when Hagrid returned from the Hog's Head, and prowled the castle, hoping to find some miscreant child naïve enough to think he wouldn't deduct house points on Christmas Day.

And now it was late, and he was in Albus' office. The snow was thicker than before, with great clods landing on the window pane. He sat on a window seat, leaning against the glass while Albus fussed about pouring drinks.

"I'm to drink with you until you become sentimental and tell me what you're teaching Potter" he said.

"I fear I can only comply with only half of that instruction" said Albus, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"In fact, I must confess to being a little sentimental already. It is, after all, my last Christmas."

At this Severus scowled, and then, looking into his drink said "I still think if I took it off above the elbow it might stop the spread, at least in the short term —"

But Albus raised both hands to silence him.

"Severus" he said, quite gently "you know how this must play out. I made my choice, and now nor you nor I nor anyone else can stop that which must surely come."

Severus grunted in begrudging acquiescence and they both drank in silence, before Albus resumed.

"Talking of those who have tasks - how is the Malfoy boy?"

"The little idiot won't speak to me. Caught him trying to gatecrash Horace's awful do at the end of term, but for what purpose I've no idea."

"Surely he realises the instruction to assassinate me is a punishment?"

"Yes. But - I cannot reach him. He's too stubborn to change, too proud to ask for help, and too spoilt to think he might fail. In short, he's too like his father."

He saw amusement flit across Albus' face.

"What?"

"You'll not thank me for saying it, but save for the name you could have been describing Harry."

Somewhat disbelievingly, he said "You bring up Potter, to me, on Christmas day?!"

"My apologies, Severus" said Albus meekly, but there was an infuriating twinkle in his eye.

Severus turned his glass in his hand. It was crystal, a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. He wondered how it would feel to throw it into the fire.

"Well. Draco does not trust me. And that may be the undoing of us all."

"Oh, come now Severus. I doubt very much that I will meet my death at the hand of Draco Malfoy. In fact, I think I will go so far as to say I would not permit that to happen."

"Of course: only I will be permitted that great honour" said Severus, with heavy sarcasm and not a small amount of bitterness.

Albus did not answer for a long time, and when he did it was slowly, as if feeling for the next step down a dark staircase.

"I know I ask much of many, but of none more than you... except perhaps the boy. It is a cold, cold game we play, and this war will not be won by doing what is kind, but what is needful. I wish it were otherwise. I don't underestimate the pain I must put you through next year, when the Order is turned against you."

Severus rolled his eyes. "What pain? Everyone hates me already."

Albus looked at him seriously, one of his piercing looks, head tilted to one side.

"It is worth putting some thought now into managing your relationships with the rest of the staff once I am gone. Minerva will be angry and defiant, Pomona confused and hurt -"

"- Filius will focus primarily on the welfare of his house, Horace will be frightened and therefore obsequious, Trelawney will drink even more than usual, Hooch and Vector will resign, or more likely flee the country, Pomfrey will carry on as if nothing has happened. At some point Minerva, egged on by Hagrid, will come up with a plot to kill me. If she brings Filius into the loop he will talk her out of it, arguing that it's better to have me, a known and therefore manageable opponent, rather than whichever Death Eater the Dark Lord would see fit to replace me with. Pomona will agree with him, and argue that we should try to appeal to my better nature, but her true motivation will be fear rather than any real conviction."

"Astute as ever, Severus" said Albus. He seemed mollified, although Severus had no doubt that they would revisit this topic again and again until Albus was satisfied.

As their conversation turned to lighter topics, he wondered for the thousandth time if Albus trusted him. He wondered if he trusted Albus, and concluded he trusted him more than anyone else alive, although admittedly that meant very little.

Finally, a gold clock balanced on a bookshelf chimed. Severus had no idea why, as by his watch it was twenty three minutes to one in the morning, but Albus seemed to consider this was time for bed.

"Merry Christmas Severus, my friend", he said. For an awful moment he thought Albus was going to try and hug him, but he just stood there, smiling slightly in his ridiculous glittering Christmas robes.

Severus would usually make some sort of sarcastic comment on his way out, but an honest impulse made him say "Merry Christmas to you too, Albus".

He rarely used the Headmaster's name, and he saw a flash of emotion cross his face before Albus dismissed him with a nod.

He closed the door of study behind him. It was his last Christmas too, in any sense that mattered. For so long his life at Hogwarts had seemed never-ending, the cycle of the school years as repetitive as the long spiral staircase he now descended. But all that had seemed endless would soon be ending. Next year, if all went to plan, he would be Headmaster of Hogwarts, the Dark Lord's favoured servant, and a traitor and a murderer in the eyes of those he fought for. The only man who understood him at all would be dead, and at his hand.

If all did not go to plan, he would most likely be dead too.

Outside, the snow fell steadily and hard, obscuring all that lay below.

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forbidden-forest-witch · 1 year

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Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin Story

Chapter 13: First Date

(Warnings:Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only)

Word Count: 4.4k

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"It was instinctive, the way I fell for you. Like an effortless intake of breath" -Josh Walker

My beautiful Cess, I miss you everyday, but now I need you. I'm going on my first date since my final year of school. Yes, Hell is probably frozen. His name is Remus. You'd love him. He's a little older, tall, shy and handsome, and he's a werewolf. I know- not that shocking. I wish you could help me pick out an outfit. I miss you. Love, Britt ...

The days surrounding the full moon comprise of Brigitte entertaining herself so she doesn't go stir crazy with worry over Remus. She had received a letter from Dumbledore, hoping for a speedy recovery and urging her to rest until her leg completely heals, leaving her little to do.

"Sirius!", Brigitte hisses up the stairs. While her leg is almost good as new, she'd rather not climb the fourth set of stairs or invade the wizard’s privacy. He has been sleeping most of the day, so he can ignore the fact that he cannot assist Remus during the full moon.

"Filthy Mudblood yells in my Mistresses house. Mistress would be devastated to hear the voice of such vermin", Kreacher croaks as he emerges from the bedroom opposite of Sirius'.

“Evening, Kreacher ... I'm a half-blood by the way. Werewolf father is Muggleborn". The wrinkly elf looks at Brigitte in horror before running down the stairs away from her.

"I think he likes you", Sirius yawns, leaning on his doorway. He slips a band shirt over his tattooed torso. "What you want, Love? Meeting starting already?".

"No, but that's why I'm here. You don't need to stay in your room until tonight's meeting. I'm not Remus, but I can be good company", she tries to entice him.

"Mhmm. Moony seems to really like your company", Sirius wiggles his brows. "Come. You can help me feed Buckbeak".

"I'll watch you feed Buckbeak".

"Ugh, such a girl. It's just dead rats".

"That's right, and don't make me show you what this girl can do". Brigitte snaps her finger, making a little firework-like spark in front of Sirius' face.

That shuts him up. While he feeds Beaky, Brigitte sits on the floor and scribbles through her notes on the anti-werewolf legislation. Since she's little to no help for Sirius, she can dedicate her energy to this instead.

"So, ya gonna help Moony?".

"Remus, and all werewolves in this country. I will try, at least. Your Ministry is something else", Brigitte shudders at the idea of facing the harsh Wizengamot-- the magical High Court.

"If there's anyone who can do it, it's you! I've heard your credentials. Remus might have doted on you a few times", Sirius giggles. "He's fucking smitten".

"I will do everything I can. There's so much progress to be made, to help families and the whole magical community. We've got to stop vilifying people with the disease", Brigitte stresses.

"Wow, you sure can make a case. I pity anyone who tries to go against you. It almost makes me believe I wont die in this house, that even this lowly wizard has a chance".

"I'll never let you die here. It's all just a matter of time. I have a good feeling about your outcome", Brigitte grins. "But, why don't you bring this up with the others? I know Snape isn't too eager to help, but he see's Pettigrew for Christ's sake! I don't understand".

"There's more 'pressing matters'. Focusing on my shit will take away from something more important. All I need is for Harry to stay safe", Sirius says.

"But if you're acquitted you can do so much for the Order. Just imagine going to Hogwarts and visiting Harry ... picking him up at Kings Cross when the school year is over and traveling with him. You can get a new flat and even a job", Brigitte argues.

"We can go on vacations, do whatever we want". Sirius looks off distantly with a small smile ghosting his lips. His pupils slowly dilate as he thinks of the potential memories he has with his godson. "Goddamn. You won this time, Miss Lawyer".

"Perfect timing. I think I just heard the door", Brigitte says with a cocky smile. She pets Buckbeak and exits the room skipping.

In the kitchen are Moody, Tonks, Mr and Mrs Weasley, and a sour faced Snape. Mrs Weasley is making herself busy around the kitchen, prepping tea and cleaning, too anxious to stay still.

"Thanks for joining us. Least some of us aren't too busy tonight", Moody grumbles. Brigitte and Sirius timidly take a seat, Arthur and Tonks divulge more about Malfoy sightings at work and tighter restrictions. Restrictions that limit their investigations.

"All visits to Azkaban have been put on hold", Tonks scoffs. "Clearly the dementors that attacked Harry are still missing".

"Is he safe at school?", Sirius asks worriedly.

"In a secure school with Dumbledore? I'd say so, Black", Snape snarks.

"Hey! Shut it, you little--"

"-And we got Mundungus stationed in Hogsmeade", Moody interjects. "Bloody idiot can get as drunk as he wants as long as he looks out for 'em".

"We're trusting Mundungus again?", Brigitte gasps.

"He's the last one to raise suspicions if he's seen there", Snape says impatiently. "Unless you volunteer to move to Hogsmeade?".

"Don't talk to her like that, Snivellus", Sirius sneers.

"Dung saw the kids go into that pub Hog's Head. Small bunch of 'em. Said they were talking about a club. He heard the name 'Dumbledore's Army'", Moody shares, ignoring the men's hostilities.

"Oh no, no, no", Molly whimpers.

"It's alright, dear. Umbridge has banned all group activities, its probably harmless", Arthur tries to sssure her.

"Still. Hog's Head?", Sirius winces. "We'll ask them about it at Christmas".

"We will. Arthur? Your news".

"All raids have to be logged beforehand. So there goes our chance of catching anyone off guard", Arthur says exhaustedly. Brigitte glances at Sirius, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"So ... how will we ever get Pettigrew?", she asks timidly. "Why aren't we taking him to the Ministry? It's not like we don't have someone in his close proximity". She looks at Snape expectedly.

"There's a reason you're not in charge here–"

"Snape! I'm warning you", Sirius growls.

Arthur sighs heavily and place his hands on the table. "I wish we could dear but our hands are tied. We can't approach Malfoy via the Ministry, and Snape has to remain inconspicuous. It's not realistic".

"But isn't that why we're here? To take risks others won't?", Brigitte asks.

"I'm not worth the risk, Love. You've done all you can", Sirius assures her. "I can practically feel the guilt radiating off you. You've done more than anyone else, and one day our testimonies will matter".

"But-"

"Nope", Sirius raises his hand. "Put your energy into the anti-werewolf laws. You're needed more now that Podmore is gone too".

"Exactly", Moody cuts in, "and you need to work on your magic. Your elemental and wandless abilities are impressive, but you need to work on making it a defense".

"Yes sir".

"I'll help!", Tonks offers.

"So will I", Moody eyes her firmly. "Wait another week before you try dueling with that leg, but I'll be in contact ... anything else?".

"I will be forwarding any voiced concerns to Dumbledore from here on out", Snape drawls unenthusiastically. "He does not find it wise to vacate the school now that Umbridge is enforcing new rules everyday".

"Oh bloody perfect", Sirius rolls his eyes.

"Black, enough... Alright, if nothing else. Let's move— CONSTANT VIGLANCE", Moody ends the meeting.

Snape rushes out the room to return to school, followed by the rest of the crew. Tonks waves goodbye, promising to stay for a visit when she has a night off. She wants to support her cousin; at this moment, she's the only family he has.

"I left my room early, can I go back now? I promise I won't drown in my whiskey and tears", Sirius says with his hand over his heart.

"What a Drama Queen", Brigitte rolls her eyes on the way to the pantry. She takes a few miscellaneous pieces of fruit and pastries. "Dinner", she chuckles. Sirius walks Brigitte to her bedroom door before retreating to his private quarters on the top floor.

"Think Moony would be jealous right now?", Sirius teases. Brigitte laughs, but the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes. "He's fine. Don't let the cute sweaters fool you. Moony's a tough bloke. The full moon was last night, the man will be as good as new tomorrow!".

"You're right... Bonne Nuit, Sirius", she says, kissing his cheek.

"Night, Madame".

Brigitte tosses the rich treats onto her bed and leaves her jumper and jeans where they fall on the floor. She slips on an oversized t-shirt and climbs under the covers; and she stays up late into the night drawing with her cheap pencils and munching on chewy French bread.

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Her drawing high continues on the next day. It's a pleasant hiatus from worrying about failing Sirius, wondering where Remus is, and whether she's pulling her weight in the Order.

Brigitte draws and shades charcoal for hours, long after her wrist is sore. She stands in front of a mirror and easel, using her reflection as a reference for drawing a woman's portrait.

"Afternoon! Whatcha doing in here, poppet?... what is that?", Sirius asks as, looking over her shoulder. It's nearly five and he's just now making his debut. It's a battle Brigitte wasn't going to fight today.

"It's Medusa and Perseus. Except unlike the famous statue, Medusa is holding that bastard's head".

"You mean... the monster woman with snake hair?", he asks hesitantly. "I think I remember that from Muggle Studies".

She huffs at him indignantly, "NOT a monster. She was turned into a Gorgon after being attacked by Poseidon. Her story is totally misunderstood. I'm giving her the ending she deserves".

Sirius looks up and down at the charcoal-covered young woman. "You're a unique girl, Britt... Y'know, I'm really happy you're here and won the heart of my hard-headed friend. I haven't seen him this happy in ... maybe since we became Animagi, not to brag".

"Well that's some sentimental shit, huh Black?".

He waves his hand at her and turns away from her. "Ahh shut it, can't I be happy for my friends? I want you two to be happy... together or whatever. Just don't go gossiping about my soft side".

"As if anyone would believe me if I told them... now, pose in front of the mantle, you cocky bastard. I need a new model", Brigitte directs him as she tears the Medusa drawing from the sketch pad and let's it flutter to the floor. Sirius smooths his tie and struts over to the fireplace. He places one arm on the mantelpiece and the other hand rests in his pocket.

"So regal, obviously from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black", Brigitte drawls, mocking his stance.

"What an honor for a penniless artist, eh?".

Brigitte gasps, giving him a warning glare before turning her focus to the paper. She scales his figure and draws fine, loose lines to outline his poised limbs. Sirius subtly bops his head to Pink Floyd playing in the background as Brigitte goes between staring at the sketchbook and studying the shadows on his face.

"Lovey, if you keep touching your face there's not going to be a hint of bare skin. Lookin' like your own shadow with all that smudged charcoal", Sirius mumbles to make minimal movement. Brigitte sticks out her tongue at him, and a minute she later rubs her face again while working on the details of his hair.

"Well, well. I feel like I'm walking in on Basil painting his muse Dorian". Remus jests, making a solid Dorian Gray reference. He walks into the room with his hands in his pockets and hair hanging over his eyes. Sirius winks at him, not moving his body.

"You're back!", Brigitte exclaims as she drops the charcoal on the floor and skips over to him.

"Oh no! The charcoal!", she exclaims while pulling away. "Oh Remus, your shirt. I'm so sorry! I used it because my pencils suck!", she tries to wipe the charcoal away with her blackened fingers but it only makes it worse.

Remus laughs at her expression and the failed attempt, gently grabbing her shoulders to stop her, "It's fine, Darling. You actually look quite adorable like this-"

"Alright, no enough. I was for this in the beginning, but I'm standing here because I'm terrified of moving", Sirius whines. "Don't ignore me and make me watch this weird foreplay".

Brigitte's face burns bright red under the dusty foundation, and Remus awkwardly clears his throat. He turns to Sirius with a hardened expression.

"Hello, Padfoot".

"Actually Sirius, you can move, I'll finish it later. I should shower... looks like I've been playing in the chimney", Brigitte says looking down at the hand prints all over her body. Her poor sweater and light-washed jeans. She looks at Remus and leans in to whisper, "That is ... if you still want to go out tonigh-"

"Yes... I mean yes, I do. You haven't changed your mind?".

"Hell no. I need a break from that one", she giggles, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at Sirius, who's busy admiring his portrait and smoking a cigarette. Remus watches Brigitte shake her hips up the stairs, then approaches his smug friend.

"Damn. She makes me look pretty good, huh? Not that it's a challenge", Sirius shows off his perfect smile as he whips the hair out of his face.

Remus rolls his eyes, "Yeah, too bad she didn't convey just how humble you are", he sighs.

Sirius bats his eyelashes and walks to the dry bar next to the dusty piano, "Want a drink before your big date tonight?".

"Stop. It's not a big deal, mate", Remus says hastily. "And no, heh, I should go change my shirt", he says, regarding Brigitte's handprints smeared on his torso.

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With a clean shirt and brushed hair, Remus waits for Brigitte, taking Sirius up on his drink offer and watching him devour a plate of beans on toast. It's a disgusting yet successful distraction.

"She was a bit restless while you were away. Kinda annoying, made me come out of my room and hang out with her. I guess I can admit it was sweet too", Sirius says between bites.

"She's very sweet", Remus responds, looking fondly into the distance.

"So- You excited for tonight?", Sirius wiggles his eyebrows suggestively in between bites.

"I am ...", Remus responds, looking into his brown drink and trying not to engage too much. Talking about it only makes him more nervous.

"So, what are you doing on this date, huh?", Sirius inquires.

"Something I think she's going to really enjoy", Remus says coyly, not able to contain his grin.

"Fine don't tell me, bu-", Sirius looks past Remus and stops mid-sentence, his jaw dropping. Remus turns around and mimics his friend's expression.

Brigitte's standing in the archway. Her hair is a sexy wavy mess and the light illuminates it like a halo. Her figure is accentuated in a calf-length black sweater dress with a slit up the side. Simple yet seductive.

"Ready to go?", Brigitte asks quietly after a prolonged silence.

Remus quickly stands and strides over to her, "I am... Merlin Britt, you're gorgeous".

She blushes and traces her finger up his tie, "Merci. You look very handsome, Remus". He's wearing his typical gray suit, but she can tell he straighten up his tie and attempted to brush down his hair. They look like a beautiful couple.

"Isn't this adorable! I look pretty nice this evening too, just throwing that out there", Sirius chimes in. Remus and Brigitte laugh, not taking their eyes off each other. He offers his scarred hand and she happily takes it. Hers— soft and delicate while contrasting beautifully with his— strong and calloused from years of a less than privileged life.

"So, where are we going?", Brigitte asks as they step out the door. Remus clicks his tongue and helps her put on her coat.

"Now, now. If I told you, it'd ruin the surprise. Ready?". He Apparates them to the middle of the Victoria and Albert Museum, under its intricate dome.

Brigitte looks around at the surroundings. The main lighting is shut off, surrounding them in a romantic ambiance. It's surreal, being in such a popular place usually filled with people, but now all Brigitte can hear is her heartbeat in her ears. It's all theirs.

Remus watches her contently. He intertwines their fingers and whispers in her ear, "I thought we could look at some art tonight? We have our own private tour".

Brigitte looks at him with gleaming eyes, "Oh, Remus! That's all I want to do!", she hugs his neck tightly.

"That makes me happy to hear, Darling. What would you like to see first?".

"Classical sculptures?", she asks, dragging Remus down the wide hallway before he can respond. She glances over the large map in the middle of the museum and takes them to her desired art period. It's a room as long as the entirety of the museum and littered in shiny, marbled and bronze bodies.

"I think they're so romantic ... it's incredible, how something so firm can appear so soft. How is that stone and not a real veil?", Brigitte rambles on dreamily, staring at the woman wearing a flower down and veil. "I want to reach out and touch the fabric, but I will resist!".

Remus snorts at the pure happiness streaming from her. He lets Brigitte lead him around the room, occasionally sharing what he knows about each mythological piece. She listens on impressed, flattered that he's showing interest in the art she likes.

"I like the stories of love, and adventures to exotic new places with beautiful people and creatures. We have enough war in real life", she laments while looking up at a carving of Hector.

They take turns posing comically next to the sculptures, mirroring the stances of gods and making funny faces at each other that resemble the clay theater masks. Their laughs echo through the room long after they've stopped and are silently smiling at each other so hard their cheeks hurt.

They spend a few hours wandering throughout the museum, trying to see of it as much as possible. Brigitte pulls Remus along, back and forth through the wings, not letting go of his hand once. She excitedly points paintings she's familiar with, from years of flipping through the art books sold in her father's shop.

It's evident she's read art history books from her fathers bookshop, as she is knowledgeable with every other piece. Though, Remus never tires of her 'oohs' and 'ahhs'.

Her giggle and honey-like voice bounce off the frame-clattered walls, and it's like a symphony to his ears. Remus gazes down at her, his heart radiating and a smile stuck to his face as he watches her in elation... He doesn't even realize that he's ignored half the art, too busy admiring her beauty instead.

They end up in the main rotunda under the glass chandelier twinkling under the low light. Brigitte turns to face Remus and wraps her arms around his torso. "I really enjoyed this, but it sure did put my art to shame", she jokes.

"I don't think so ... your beauty put the art to shame if anything", he says boldly.

She gapes at him speechlessly, unsure of how to respond except with a kiss. "Thanks for bringing me here", she says while looking at him doe-eyed, their noses almost touching.

"Anytime. Anywhere you want to go. I thought dinner was too ordinary. Are you hungry though?".

Brigitte stands on her tip toes and kisses Remus' cheeks, "I have a craving, so you'll have to follow me this time".

Their feet leave the ground and after being sucked through time and space, they land in Battersea Park. "Hmm... If I remembered correctly I've seen a cart that should be around here- yes, there he is!", Brigitte points at a food trolley by the river. It's a vintage crepe cart she's seen on one of her partrols. She takes a confused Remus' hand and drags him over.

"Bonsoir, monsieur. J'espère que vous allez bien", Brigitte exclaims, greeting the old crepe maker.

The old man's face lights up, "Ahh Chérie, c'est si bon de te voir. Deux crepes?". Brigitte brightly smiles and the old Frenchman pours the batter onto the skillet and makes the crepes. He even drizzles extra chocolate on top.

Remus tries to pay the man but he waves his hands, "non, non. c'est gratuit pour les amoureux". Brigitte blushes and thanks the man.

Remus asks her what he said. "Oh nothing. Just that it's for free. He insists", she leaves out the part where he called them 'lovers'. They sit cozied up on a bench at the edge of the river.

"These were a really good choice", Remus says as they indulge in the French treat. He somehow manages to eat neatly, not a streak of chocolate on his face; while Brigitte makes a mess all around her mouth. Remus watches her and laughs, wiping away the chocolate and licking it off his finger.

"Chocolate is never the wrong answer when it comes to you, Moony", she muses, "They're my favorite ... Make me think of home. I'd get them every time we'd go into a city", she says distantly.

Remus looks down at her gazing across the river, "you miss France, don't you?".

"I never thought I'd be away this long. I haven't seen my parents in person in almost two years. My brother's wife is pregnant again, I feel like so much has changed since I was there last ... but, I think I have a purpose here".

"I must agree", Remus smiles at her with curt nod. "And holiday is less than a month, right? You'll be home soon", he assures her. They finish the crepes and watch the illuminated skyline reflect on the river, the moon boldly hanging above as it begins to wane.

"You know what I want to see?", he whispers. Brigitte hums a curious 'hmm?'.

"I want to see you make a really big wave in that water... I want to see your magic", he says to which Brigitte jerks her neck to face him.

"Wh-what?", she asks timidly.

He smiles at her encouragingly, "I want to see how powerful your magic is. You shouldn't hide it, Darling". She looks away embarrassed.

"Wait, I'm sorry I didn't mean to put you on the spot. You don't have to do it...", he says rubbing her knee comfortingly.

She shakes her head and sits up confidently, "no, no it's fine. For you, I'm happy to try", Brigitte smiles shyly. It's not like she's helpless– if she can preform her magic for Dumbledore and Moody, Remus should be a piece of cake.

Brigitte stands up and focuses on the river. She raises both hands which lifts up a large wall of wiggling water. Her hands glide forward and the water forcefully gushes about 50 feet across the riverbank, creating choppy waves that churn up the water like a storm. Then she turns around and makes snow whip around them like a elegant tornado.

Remus looks at her with an open, amazed smile, "It's incredible. Why don't you want people to see this?".

Brigitte shrugs smugly and sits back down next to him, "I practiced with Beau when I was little, but when I got to school I was already the weird girl with the werewolf family. I didn't need kids thinking I would spontaneously light them on fire or freeze them in a block of ice", she nervously laughs, "I am recently starting to feel a little more confident with it", she confesses. Remus' reaction when they were walking home the night they first kissed is what gave her that boost.

"Hmm, perhaps 'weird' in the most powerful and magical way? You should embrace your unique talent! The Order needs someone like you. You're an underestimated and powerful witch, Darling. You said before you like to use that to your advantage, right?", he encourages her. They smile at one another.

"Thanks, Remus", she says and involuntarily shivers. He puts his arm around her shoulder and rubs up and down both arms,

"You are you cold? You want my jacket?".

Remus goes to take it off but Brigitte stops him, "No, please then you'll be cold. I'm fine".

He ignores her, draping the jacket on her shoulders. It's warm from his werewolf body heat. He wraps his arm around her. They gaze into each other's eyes, admiring the reflection of the moonlight in their contrasting irises, before quickly turning away.

"I've really enjoyed tonight, Remus. Getting to be with you...", Brigitte whispers, lightly tracing the buttons on his shirt.

"Darling, you have no idea", he drags out the last two words. Looking at each others lips, they breathe uneasily, their faces drawing closer and closer.

Remus pulls Brigitte in and kisses her tenderly. Her hands find their way to his firm chest and roam around, feeling his defined muscles while he sucks on her supple lips.

The kiss quickly heats up when she whimpers against his mouth, a sound Remus will never forget. They breathe and moan into each other while rolling their tongues in sync like a dance, sending tingles down their spines. The taste of chocolate and strawberries lingers, making the kiss that much more intoxicating.

Brigitte drapes her legs across Remus', curling up to get closer to him and warm up. He holds her, trailing his hand from her knee to her thigh and up the side of her waist. Brigitte moans at the firm touch, giving him the confidence to trail even higher and cup her breast. He groans into her mouth when he feels that she's not wearing anything under the dress.

They break the kiss, panting heavily. Still touching her intimately, Remus looks at Brigitte with a primal hunger. "Do you ... want to go back to Grimmauld Place?".

** I think we all know happens next. Next chapter is smut, dolls**

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loneamaryllis · 1 year

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Saving Snape, Chapter 12 bonus

The chocolate had an odd taste.

That was Harrie's first thought. Her second thought was, oh shit, it actually tastes like Amortentia, down to the delicious Snape scent. Her third thought was that she really liked Hutton. Liked? No, no. She loved him. Yes, she was sure of it. She loved Hutton. And she had to tell him, right now.

It was around six o'clock. He was probably in his office. She closed her eyes, visualizing the space, and... ah, she was there.

There was a surprised gasp from Hutton. Eyes wide, he looked at her as if he couldn't believe she was here. But she was. She had to be close to him, it was only natural.

"Harrie?" he said. "How did you—"

"I love you."

His eyes grew wider. She approached him, climbing directly onto his desk, sending the papers he was marking flying to the floor. He got up in a flash, backing away from her. Oh, he was quick. That was nice. Always a good quality in a mate.

"No, you don't," he said.

"Yes, I do."

She tried to get closer to him, but he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, keeping her at arm's length.

"Harrie, listen. You've been drugged. It's Amortentia, whatever you're feeling isn't real."

She thought about it.

"No," she said. "I'm pretty sure I love you. Do you love me? Please, love me."

"Hold on," he said, taking his wand out.

He cast his Patronus, his very pretty owl that Harrie liked too. Off it went, fluttering away on his great silver wings.

"Oh," she said, sad to see the animal go. "Where did you send him?"

"To Snape."

"Oh. I like Snape too."

She didn't love Snape, but she liked spending time with him. Oh, wait. Didn't they have a date later tonight? She would have to cancel. Or maybe Hutton could come, and they'd do a three-way date. But no, that wouldn't work. They didn't like each other. Unless...

There was a crack outside the door. Then Snape walked in. He looked very unhappy.

"Snape!" she said, smiling at him. "I found a solution for our date!"

"Date?" Hutton said.

"Potter," Snape said, in a sort of soft, careful voice, as if she was sick or injured, "why don't we all go the infirmary? Hutton is heading there anyway."

"Yes, I have to go there," Hutton said.

"Okay," Harrie said. "Let's go."

She grabbed Hutton's and tugged him along. He sent a weird look at Snape. Maybe he did like him? It would make things easier.

"Can I hold your hand too?" she asked Snape.

"Do you want to?" he said, looking confused.

"Maybe she got a very light dose," Hutton said.

"The dosage doesn't matter with Amortentia," Snape said, and while he was looking at Hutton, Harrie snatched his hand and held it tight.

"The solution for our date," she said, squeezing both men's hands, "is a threesome."

She got one startled look (Snape), and one horrified stare (Hutton).

"To the infirmary," Snape said firmly.

"Oh, right," Harrie said. "There are beds there. But I don't think we can all fit on one..."

They reached the infirmary. Madam Pomfrey greeted them with a smile, and then, noticing that Harrie was holding hands with Hutton and Snape, said, "Amortentia, I assume?".

Then they made her sit on a bed, and Madam Pomfrey cast some spells on her, and Hutton wanted her to drink a purple potion. So she drank the potion to make him happy. The taste was awful. It burned in her mouth, down her throat, like it was fire, cleansing her from...

Oh.

Oh, shit.

"Fucking hell," she said, blushing in mortified horror, before her body reacted with a spasm, and she found herself vomiting her guts out into the bucket Madam Pomfrey had placed on the bed.

"Vomiting is normal," Snape said in a professional tone. "As was your behavior when under the influence of the drug. None of it reflects who you are."

A threesome. She had suggested a fucking threesome.

"Wasn't me," she said morosely. "Got it. Please forget everything I said."

"Already done," Hutton replied.

"As soon as I'm done murdering whoever dosed you," Snape said, with absolute seriousness.

Harrie smiled weakly. She wanted to forget everything about the unfortunate event, except for one thing: how it had felt to hold Snape's hand. Yes, that, she wanted to remember. And she wouldn't mind doing it again.

#saving snape #bonus

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Part One - When the stars weep for you

I recently watched the third Harry Potter in preparation for spooky season, and I'd forgotten how much I love this movie and Remus Lupin <3 So I thought I'd write a cheeky wee fanfic split into two or three parts with Remus and an OC. Sorry Tonks fans, I do love her and Remus individually, but I never really fell for their relationship.

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Harry followed Professor Lupin into his office after being caught wandering the school corridors alone while everyone was out visiting Hogsmeade. He tried to ignore the persistent thoughts of Ron and Hermione having fun at Zonko’s Joke Shop or eating their weight worth of treats at Honeydukes without him with limited success and accepted the weight of disappointment drawing him down.

In the corner stood a very large tank of water. A sickly, green creature with sharp little horns, had its face pressed against the glass, pulling faces and flexing its long, spindly fingers. A bookshelf groaning with the weight of tattered tomes stood guard to the left of a large oak desk painted with coffee stains. Piles of scrolls containing essays ready to be marked were scattered on top of the desk and as Harry scanned the names for his, he couldn’t help but notice a small, silver-framed picture of a young woman peeking out of the paper hills. The woman smiled out at him, clutching two potted plants in her arms. He recognised one of them and shuddered at the memory of the screaming mandrake he repotted during his first year at Hogwarts.

Lupin poured sweet-scented, steaming tea for them both into chipped mugs while gently teasing Harry about his death omen the Divination teacher had found within the tea leaves of Harry’s cup, causing his classmates to tiptoe around him since then and talk in hushed tones as if they were attending his funeral. They sipped their tea and Harry seized the opportunity to ask Lupin about the Boggart incident during their first lesson. He was relieved to find that the professor didn’t think him weak but instead had been concerned about Voldemort appearing in front of the class, terrifying all the students.

Lupin took a long drink and placed the mug down gently. Harry noticed his eyes flicker to the picture before focusing back on him. He didn’t wear a wedding ring and Harry had never seen him leave the castle grounds. “Professor, who is that woman?” He asked and immediately regretted opening his mouth as Lupin’s brows furrowed and his pallor grew pale, leaving him looking more sickly than usual.

“Oh,” he said and cleared his throat. “She was… is… someone dear to me.” He waved his hand, dismissing the topic and was saved by a knock at the door. “Come in,” he called.

The door opened and Snape entered, carrying a goblet which was smoking faintly. He sneered at Harry when he spotted him and pointedly jerked his head towards the door. Harry drained his mug and excused himself, eyeing the goblet suspiciously.

After both Snape and Harry had left, Lupin drank a mouthful of the foul potion and grimaced as he made his way over to the large, arched window overlooking the viaduct. He smiled sadly as he saw his younger self, the same age as Harry now, standing on that bridge, waiting in the cold for the woman in the picture. His fingers traced a chain hidden deep inside his collar, threaded through a simple gold band he could still feel the ghost of on his left ring finger.

December 1973

Remus crawled up the steep, snowy slope leading to the base of the Whomping Willow feeling his muscles screaming with each nauseating movement and his teeth chattering from the cold, winter breeze. Last night there had been a full moon and, as usual, that meant he’d had to hide in the Shrieking Shack, far away from everyone. He had awoken alone despite Sirius’ promises to arrive in the early hours to help him sneak back into the castle and, after waiting one very long hour, the loud growling in his stomach made his decision to leave the dilapidated building by himself. Dizzy with exhaustion, he clambered out of the hole, lifting one heavy limb at a time, completely forgetting the vicious tree and its nasty habit of trying to squash people with its thick, club-like branches. With that threat now in mind, Remus hastily fumbled for his wand in his pocket to immobilise the tree and froze, realising a strange stillness in the air around him. He couldn’t hear the usual creaking of wood as the tree sensed his presence, in fact, the branches were suspended in the air, moving slowly as if they were wading through treacle, droplets of snow dripping onto the frosted ground. A figure dressed in Hufflepuff robes was standing a foot away from him, studying the wafting branches, wand in hand. She noticed Remus and yelped, jumping back, slipping on ice and hitting the ground hard.

“Are you okay?” Remus asked, rushing over to the groaning girl and holding out a gloved hand. She took it and her eyes widened as she observed his gaunt face and dark circles under his tired eyes.

“Are you okay?” She asked. “Do you need to go to the hospital wing?”

Remus shook his head, the thought of bringing attention to his condition made him feel queasy. “No, no, I’m fine.” She frowned, looking very unconvinced. “Honestly, I just didn’t sleep well. Nothing breakfast and a nap can’t fix.” He tried a smile and was relieved when she returned it.

“I’m Aster Evans,” she announced, after a long pause. “I think we have Potions class together.”

“Remus Lupin. And yes, you shared your book with my friend Sirius last week when he forgot his. Saved us all from yet another Slughorn speech about organisation.” Remus found his grin was becoming more natural and his tension eased away slowly. She didn’t seem suspicious or acted as if she knew his secret at all. He was just about to suggest they go back to the castle together when a loud crack sent a flock of birds fleeing into the sky and the girl lunged towards him, grabbing his waist and throwing him to the ground just as a gnarled branch smashed into the snow where he’d been standing. They scrambled to their feet and rushed to a safe distance. They caught each other’s eye, him pale as a corpse with robes now soaking wet and freezing, her with ice dusting her hair that the tree had shaken off in its attack and a jagged tear down her tights, and burst into laughter.

“That was a close one!” Remus chuckled once they’d started to calm down.

“It’s amazing it’s here unguarded,” Aster said, pointing towards the base of the tree. “There’s a knot that calms it when touched, but getting there isn’t easy.”

“How did you figure that out?” asked Remus, forcing his voice steady. Had she found the secret passage?

“Well… It’s been here for two years and we still haven’t covered it in classes and I can’t find it in my Herbology books. I just wanted to see it up close,” she replied, glancing at him strangely. “Weren’t you here for the same reason?”

Remus opened his mouth, excuses reeling through his mind. He couldn’t act enthusiastic about the Willow now, nor could he pretend he was just casually passing by so close to the dangerous tree.

“Remus!”

Relief cascaded through his body when he heard a familiar voice calling out nearby. Sirius Black waved his hands in greeting, his thick, black hair windswept from racing down the hill. The exertion and cold had left his cheeks flushed, highlighting his already handsome features. “I had wondered where you’d run off to,” he said to Remus, acting as if they had separated for only a moment this morning and casting a brief questioning look towards the Hufflepuff smiling politely beside him.

Remus introduced them and they made small talk as the sun slowly crept fully over the horizon, warming them, and the bustle of waking students grew louder over the peaceful grounds. They wandered up the path and into the Great Hall where the long tables were dressed for breakfast and overloaded with seasoned sausages, eggs made in a variety of different ways, jars of cereal in between large pitchers of fresh milk and any other breakfast foods imaginable. Remus clutched his stomach as it rumbled loudly and was surprised to find himself rather embarrassed about it. Sirius slapped him on the back, said his farewell, and hurried over to join James, who was helping himself to a tall stack of buttered toast while Peter begged him to help with his Charms homework.

“It was nice to meet you properly, Remus,” said Aster. “I’ll see you tomorrow in Potions class.”

“See you tomorrow,” Remus replied and watched as she went to sit with her friends at the golden-decorated table.

#harry potter #remus lupin #mauraders #sirius black #fanfiction #fanfic #feels #magic #werewolf #james potter #peter pettigrew #Hogwarts #hufflepuff #griffindor #slytherin #ravenclaw #lupin x oc #lupin x reader

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cursedmoon-doll13 · 9 months

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II: Second Week - Of Bonds Unbroken

Cw: Swearing

Word Count: 5.2k

Features S/I OCs: Jasmine, (mine) Scarlet, (@vincent-sinclair-deserved-better) & Minoes (@myers-meadow)

HP Self-Shipping Masterlist || Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

Unfortunately, I awoke on Monday morning lying curled up in a puddle of my own blood.

Peaches swiped impatiently at my face and her paw caught on my bedraggled hair. She must be hungry… Groaning, I reluctantly rolled out of bed - almost tipping over the wooden railing in the process - and filled up her dishes with mechanical precision. After that, I hurried into the Ravenclaw bathrooms to sort out my little problem, away from prying eyes. I was thoroughly annoyed to be caught off guard like this, but I was not necessarily shocked by it. Apparently, my menstrual cycle had been stuck on a permanent loop of ‘surprise me’ servings ever since I’d hit puberty, and so, In preparation for my new college year, I’d hoped to try enchanting my calendar to detect my period. However, it was still in its rough, experimental stage, and decidedly unreliable.

Marching back out, I was appeased slightly by the state of the Scottish weather: our arched window was shining and bright, leaking rays of yellow sunlight; a fair, dry September day. Freshening up, I pulled on my robes and was hit with the startling realisation that Hagrid’s ‘secret’ from last night was almost certainly a pile of eggs. This eureka moment was so abrupt, I froze amid shimmying up my skirts.

Yes… That makes sense! But not fragile, otherwise he wouldn’t have been so careless… They seemed quite large as well, and required adequate warmth…

My head was still buzzing as I spooned up porridge at the breakfast table. Although I tried to resist further sleuthing over the mysterious sack, out of courtesy for Hagrid, It was difficult not to consult my Magi-zoology books as I ate.

“Hey, Jas!” Giles greeted me heartily, tucking into his eggs. “Er… No offence, but you look a bit peaky this morning. Wrong side of the bed?”

I nodded sheepishly.

“The worst side,” I lied. “Almost fell out of it.”

“Ouch!”

Wasn’t as if I could’ve told him the truth, after all.

Charms passed smoothly, as usual. Painlessly, as well, though I had been nervously waiting for the other shoe to drop all morning. I only hoped that the cramps wouldn’t kick my door down until after Potions, because as Professor Snape swept into the classroom, black robes billowing behind him, the wicked sneer on his face told me that my punishment wasn’t quite over yet.

However, I was surprisingly on point today. Perhaps it my fear of Professor Snape had simply waned; I remembered laughing together with Harry and Ron over Thursday’s disaster, and hid my amused smile within the headache-inducing fumes of my brew. No, my anxiety was now frustration. As he glided over towards my worktable and silkily berated me, a kind of foreign, spiteful bitterness bubbled within.

Of course, half past eleven was when my cramps started up. Wise enough not to reveal any discomfort in front of my sadistic teacher, I bit my lip and powered through the remainder of the lesson. While there was no fiery incident this time, Snape’s lips curled unpleasantly as he graded my work, no doubt exaggerating its flaws as much as possible.

After I was released from the chilly confines of the dungeons, I rushed straight for the infirmary to beg Madam Pompfrey for some pain relief.

“You’re about my third one this week,” she huffed as she bustled open a cabinet, uncorking a bottle of limpid, blue liquid. “Drink this, then.”

I obeyed, and the soothing potion trickled coolly down my throat. Its benefits would not be immediate, but at least it was an option.

“Now, you’d better go on and eat something, or it won’t go down properly,” Madam Pompfrey advised.

Lunch was not enjoyable, but I managed it, and Ancient Runes passed down far easier than Potions did, especially with Hermione Granger at the helm. It was only during the evening that my period became unbearable again, after those few, golden hours when the painkillers numbed it.

I set my fork down, wincing. A nasty wave of cramps had radiated forcefully from my abdomen, strolling hand-in-hand with a bout of nausea that just ruined my appetite completely. Under a dour, black cloud of ickiness, I grumbled and packed my food up in a napkin and returned to the Ravenclaw dorms.

My destination was clear: Peaches. Better than any hot water bottle I could ever summon, a lovely, purring creature lain on my sore belly… And horrifyingly, nowhere to be found inside my dorm. I sweetly called her name, but she did not come, not even when I wafted the scent of bacon about.

Instinctively, I turned to Padma, who glared pointedly away from me. A stinging pang of regret accompanied my cramps. Padma, studious and competitive, was still not talking to me after I’d cost Ravenclaw so many jewels. Awkwardly, I floundered to ask the next best person I could think of:

“Um, Cho… Have you seen Peaches anywhere?”

Cho frowned sympathetically at me.

“No, I haven’t. Sorry, Jas,” she admitted. “But cats are like that, right? Maybe she’s out and about, roaming Hogwarts. I’m sure she’ll come back!”

I could only nod my head glumly in response. Peaches was quite unusual in that regard; too clingy to stray far away from me, or from home.

That night, I lay awake in my bed, prickled with hormonal sweat. I simply couldn’t fall asleep, too concerned for the whereabouts of my cat. Luna, my bunk-mate, was babbling and snoring lightly, so I tip-toed quietly down the ladder and folded my aching body into the armchair near the arched window. Nudging the heavy curtain open, I unveiled a sliver of grey moonlight, the indigo sky adorned with a twinkling array of stars. I swivelled over my telescope, peeking into it for a better view. My heart rate spiked in excitement as I caught sight of a tail held jauntily in the air, but it was only Crookshanks, Hermione’s cat… I slumped back, drowsy and fatigued with pain. So tired, I almost nodded off after an hour or two, almost ignorant to the soft padding on the sapphire carpet, the falls of plush paws…

“Peaches!” I gasped, bolting upright.

There was my beloved tabby cat, hurtling towards me. Peaches chirped squeakily as I rushed forward to embrace her in my arms.

“You silly, silly girl!” I whispered bracingly. “I was in absolute bits without you, you know…”

Settling back into my bunk, I felt slightly guilty. Maybe this was my own fault, after all, since I was gone most of the day, I’d probably left her so lonely…

“I’ll spend lots of tomorrow with you,” I murmured into her fur, drifting off. “To make up for it…” I was yawning, melting into my bedsheets, sinking…

“…Shakespeare’s portrayal of these three witches garnering a bit of a reputation amongst our community,” Professor Edwards drawled out in an easygoing American accent. He motioned towards his blackboard: “Which led to, of course, the theory of Shakespeare’s own blood status. Was he a muggle? A wizard himself? Or even a squib?”

I raised my hand, and he nodded towards me.

“Completely unrelated question, sir,” I admitted, grinning a little. “But are you a Weird Sisters fan?”

Professor Edwards chuckled.

“Not really my scene,” he said gently. “I’m more of a classical guy, but that’s neither here nor there…”

I transitioned quickly into a serious discussion. Professor Edwards’ casual demeanour made it easy to talk to him, so I couldn’t resist being nosy.

Dinner went down easier today, since I had regained my appetite somewhat. After a library visit, I figured it would probably be better manners to daydream in Ravenclaw tower, but as I was drifting past, I realised I had entered a certain draughty hallway again… And, with a thrill of recognition, that the big, gleaming suit of armour was still conveniently missing.

“Ahoy, there,” greeted the hearty barmaid, who had been pouring a plentiful stream of mead. “Finally plucked up the courage, my wee love?”

“Maybe,” I told her, stalling as I eyed the tiny door. I couldn’t ignore the powerful lure of its secrets anymore, really. And I did have free time, so…

“Big lad’s not come back since July,” she explained.

I hid my bag near a bust of Helga Hufflepuff, and, in an undertone, I unlocked the door with a flick of my wand. It gaped open to reveal a shadowed tunnel.

“Do you know why he’s gone?” I pressed her. “Or if he’ll come back? Come back anytime soon?”

Hoping there’s no chance of me getting stuck…

The barmaid shrugged, slopping the frothy contents of her newly-poured mug over the table.

“No clue,” she said impatiently. “Now go in!”

I smiled wryly to myself.

Curiosity killed the cat, you know…

“Lumos!” I whispered, and the glowing light emitting from the tip of my wand illuminated what appeared to be the landing of a miniature spiral staircase.

“That’s the spirit!” The barmaid chortled after me.

Heart beating giddily in my chest, I stooped low to avoid hitting my head on the door. Closing it behind me, I slowly descended, my legs cramping from the awkward positioning. It was an uncomfortable journey, but soon, I saw it… There, at the bottom, was a small, rectangular box… A dumbwaiter, I realised… Held up by a series of ropes and pulleys…

Maybe that explains why this passage is so small. Could it have been for a house elf? But, wait, going by a History of Hogwarts, they can apparate…

Without hesitation, I folded myself into the car. It squeaked in protest, but thankfully did not budge. My breath hitching, I wrapped my hands around the cord and got to work on steadily lowering myself downwards, downwards… For what could have been several minutes, until I could make out a weathered, brass knob… I reached out with my free hand and twisted it. Applying the necessary force, I cracked it open, and what I saw made me gasp with delight: I had infiltrated within a large, hexagonal room, draped in silver and green. The elegant walls reverberated with a deep, underwater thrum, like the stirring of some ancient heartbeat.

Slytherin dorms? Christ, I’m lucky no-one’s home.

Emerald curtains hung from three regal bed-posts, which were arranged in a semi-circle, all polished mahogany and velvet. As I poked my head through further, my lids were caressed by the dark green tassels of a Slytherin banner. Craning my neck, I saw the winding silver serpent embellished on the silk.

It must’ve been hidden behind it… Genius…

But then a glimmer of starlight caught my eye, and I saw a collection of jewellery hung from a vanity, accompanied by a bevy of floral headscarves.

Wait… Is this Minoes’ dorm?

Injected with renewed curiosity, I almost toppled out of my box as I peered over towards another bed. It was rumpled and cluttered, and the nightstand beside it held a few grainy photographs, strangely unmoving inside their frames… But there was only one Slytherin I could imagine that would have muggle photographs in their dorm, and that was Scarlet! Grinning happily now, my curious eyes flashed to the trunk at the foot of the bed, and there it was: ‘S.P,’ for ‘Scarlet Pimpernel.’

The distant echo of footsteps on marble shocked out from my reverie, so I hurriedly closed the little door and began hoisting myself back up the shute. Yes, there was certainly a part of me that was sorely disappointed; why couldn’t it have been a secret passageway, a hidden treasure trove? But it was quickly replaced by devious anticipation. This way, I could pay a surprise visit to my new Slytherin friends!

I broke into a run as I escaped the tunnel; one glance at my watch told me it was past curfew. Exploring Hogwarts was fun, but I didn’t like getting caught.

But the dark, labyrinthine corridors seemed to stretch on forever… Lost again, go figures… The light from the tip of my wand flickered and dimmed… In the distance, I rejoiced to see a pale gleam… The savage eyes of a black dog, grim and bear-like… Yawning open its monstrous maw, overpowering me with its foul breath, baring hundreds and hundreds of gigantic teeth… Awaiting, to devour me…

Then I awoke, strangled by blankets, my hammering heart threatening to burst in my chest. It took me a while to remember where I was; Ravenclaw dorms, quite safe in bed… Earlier that night, I’d crept in, fallen fast asleep… No black dog. No monster.

Sighing wearily, I slumped back into my pillow, brushing damp hair from my forehead. Of course, I was just being ridiculous - I ought to simply confirm with Hagrid that he’d adopted another fearsome stray - but such a vivid and frightening nightmare had left me shaken. Normally, I wouldn’t remember my dreams, but the bestial appearance of the Grim had seared permanently into my brain. I was so out of it, I didn’t even notice Peaches was gone.

Wednesday saw grey, stormy autumnal skies return to Hogwarts, as torrential rain lashed down from the heavens like righteous fury. After another lacklustre Transfiguration performance, I fought distraction all the way through History of Magic, and, horking down my tasteless Lunch, eventually realised I had no choice but to attend Divination as well.

It was not that I disliked the subject; I found it perfectly acceptable, so long as the topic stayed far away from my fragile mortality. No, my real concern was that Professor Trelawney hadn’t quite yet recovered from her shock last time.

“Welcome, my students,” she said airily, as I climbed the silver ladder up into her lofty tower. “Today we delve further into the mystical art of Tessomancy…”

One by one, we retrieved pink and blue teacups from the nearby shelf. I sank into the pouffe beside Scarlet, as I did last time, waving faintly at them. Professor Trelawney’s lip quivered as she passed over me, misty-eyed and trembling, but thankfully she chose not to single me out again.

For this lecture, we read our own tea leaves, (mine held a coiling serpent: ‘strife in friendship,’ which did not appear promising) a mercifully private affair. However, our new assignment had us starting on the topic of dream interpretations. I didn’t even need to open my textbook to understand that the Grim I had met last night was a bad omen, so, mood deflating considerably, I resolved to lie. Nothing could prove me wrong, after all, not if I kept it to myself.

“You’re still bringing Peaches, right?” Scarlet asked me quietly as they stuffed their books into their bag.

“Of course,” I murmured back, grinning cheekily: “Even if Madam Pince says it’s not allowed…”

I gave them a stealthy thumbs up, and received a charming smile in return. Dinner passed dully, and It was with great relief that I finished it. Rushing into the Ravenclaw common room, I found my beloved Peaches, who had stretched out luxuriously on a cobalt blue ottoman, and whisked her away with me.

Heavy rain beat down against the library windows as I entered. My cat wriggling in my grasp, I ducked into a little alcove where I saw Minoes and Scarlet, who had been conversing in hushed, furtive tones. They snapped to attention as soon as I sat down.

“Hello, Jas, Peaches!” Minoes greeted me. Today, a headscarf embroidered with violets was ringed around her neck, her black hair pinned up in a braid.

“Minoes, Hi,” I said quietly, sliding into the booth.

“We’re starting on the vampire essay,” whispered Scarlet, flattening their parchment on the desk.

“Yes, I’ve been looking forward to that one!”

As Peaches settled uneasily on my lap, I scratched her chin to mollify her nerves a bit. (I checked regularly for Madam Pince, wary of her ire) Sitting together like this, It felt like being on Hogwarts Express again; just us three, warm and cosy.

“…And Seamus was telling me all about his bet with Dean Thomas, since apparently he was hoping we’d have a vampire for our new DADA professor.”

“I don’t think Professor Lupin has vampirism,” Minoes told me, frowning. Her attention was still firmly set on her half-written essay.

“No, I don’t think so, either,” I agreed.

“Yeah, he seems normal, but he always looks very tired and - er - a bit sickly, I guess,” muttered Scarlet.

“Well…” I shrugged noncommittally, brushing Peaches’ soft fur as she leant against my thigh. “Maybe it’s impolite to pry into his private affairs.”

Minoes nodded distractedly.

The pleasant silence returned. All was quiet, aside from the scratching of nibs parchment. I slotted my quill in its inkwell, inspecting my handiwork:

Undead creatures famed for their thirst for blood… Weaknesses, the sunlight, fire, garlic… Typically, European vampires appear pale and gaunt…

Pale and gaunt… Sharp, elongated fangs…

Black blotches dripped onto the paper.

“Oh, but Dean was absolutely convinced that Professor Snape was a vampire. I don’t believe it, but I can definitely see the resemblance…”

“Speaking of,” Minoes said curtly, seeming oddly uncomfortable. “I’d like to finish my Potions assignment as well, tonight, if it isn’t a bother.”

“Oh, what joy,” I sighed. “Me, too.”

Peaches flinched in panic as I carefully foraged through my bag, trying my best not to disturb her on my lap. I quickly found my neglected Potions essay, and her striped ears swivelled like radar dishes before I calmed her down with a soft hand.

“Mine’s almost done,” Minoes announced, brandishing a long, well-inked roll of parchment. I couldn’t help but compare it to my own sparse page.

“Ugh, I’ve been procrastinating…”

“I can help you a bit, If you want,” offered Scarlet.

“Oh, Thankyou! But I mean… After what I did, I think he’s determined to fail me, anyway,” I mumbled.

“It’s fine, so long as you finish it,” said Minoes stiffly.

“Minoes has her own issues with Professor Snape,” Scarlet sniggered behind her hand. Minoes’ dark eyes darted urgently towards them.

Instantly, I understood. How many times had I watched him single Minoes out, as he did with me? My heart panged with sympathy as I saw her awkward expression, but I also wanted her to know she wasn’t alone, so I leaned forward:

“Um, Minoes…. You know, I do think you’re a really great potioneer - leagues better than me, although that isn’t saying much, obviously - Professor Snape just enjoys being nasty and cruel, I think… So it’ll probably be fine, is what I’m trying to say.”

But Minoes drew away, her face darkening oddly.

“I don’t think— I don’t think he’s like that at all, Jasmine,” she replied stiffly. “Yes, maybe, I mean… But he’s only trying to guide us better.”

I paused. I hadn’t expected her to fly to his defence.

“Be careful, Jas,” said Scarlet, smirking. “You don’t wanna go against her big, fat crush on him!”

“Scarlet!” hissed Minoes. But it was too late.

A… Crush… On…

“Wait, what?” I stalled for a moment, unable to process this mind-boggling information. “On Professor Snape?”

For a moment I stifled laughter into my palm, expecting a punchline… But it never came. My two new friends blinked at me owlishly.

“…You’re not actually serious?”

Minoes did not refute it. All the colour had drained from Scarlet’s face, who said nothing more, as if only now realising they’d done something wrong.

“But,” I sputtered, “I mean, Professor Snape…”

I couldn’t help tittering with more laughter.

“Yes, I know,” said Minoes through gritted teeth. “It’s very typical of me, to— to fall for my strict professor.”

“No, no, I don’t think it is at all, or of anyone, in fact,” I blurted out, suddenly irritated. “You know what he’s like, don’t you? Especially to me, to Harry?”

Scarlet’s wide eyes flashed rapidly between us.

“Or— Or even to Neville Longbottom, I hear…”

“Well, he’s defended Scarlet from Malfoy before.”

“Yes, but they’re a Slytherin! He hates Gryffindors!”

“I’m sure you’ve noticed, but the kind of rumours being pinned on him, especially by the Gryffindors, are often very unfair,” said Minoes quietly.

She stared at the floor, tight-lipped and mortified.

“I-I don’t know if I can call them unfair, after…” I hesitated, swallowing. “I mean… So do you call insulting Hermione’s teeth being ‘strict?’”

I chuckled nervously. Minoes’ brows knit further.

“Professor Snape is…” She trailed off, biting her lip. “He is… A good teacher, In his own way…”

“And he’s actually taught me so much in Potions… Yes, his methods are unconventional, but this is what has encouraged me the most… To improve…”

Now, I truly felt at a loss for words.

“Well, I, I guess I just— I just can’t see him in the same way that… That you do,” I finished lamely.

The silence that followed was decidedly not pleasant. I squirmed. Minoes continued to wilt in her chair. Scarlet looked absolutely horrified. In the distance, I could hear Madam Pince berating one library-goer for eating chocolate over her precious books.

My brain still whirled in confusion. I still couldn’t process this situation at all. Professor Snape? Why him? I mean, him, of all our staff members… Then, indignance, boiling hot, flared up inside me. How could Minoes sympathise with Professor Snape? I remembered how he threatened to poison Peaches… if he was being genuine… The concept of anyone fawning over this sadistic man disgusted me…

“It’s awfully late, Scarlet, we should… We should go.” Minoes muttered, already packing her bags. Scarlet obliged all too quickly, leaping out of the alcove.

“Um… Good luck with the rest of your Potions assignment,” I said weakly, and Minoes nodded. She didn’t seem angry. Simply embarrassed. She pulled her floral headscarf up, so her face was obscured from my view, and I watched them both hurry away.

Peaches purred contentedly against my leg. I felt as if a massive sinkhole had opened up in my abdomen. Hasn’t I just ruined everything? I felt numb as I furled up my unfinished Potions essay. It still needed to be done, but… I didn’t think I had it in me anymore.

Yawning, I gathered my things, utterly exhausted, though it was only 7:30. With a regretful smile, I recalled my teacup’s soggy, coiling serpent.

Strife in friendship…

After this, I never doubted my predictions again.

Guilt infected me during breakfast the next day, and festered painfully all throughout Charms. My usual incompetence in potion-brewing returned full force, but I was now without an alliance to rally behind. We still used the same worktable, but I could look neither of my Slytherin classmates in the eye.

Thankfully, my second Care of Magical Creatures lecture proved to be a welcome distraction.

“Now yer all friendly-like with em,’” boomed Hagrid merrily, “S’bout time yeh follow Daly’s example. Today, yeh’re gonna be tamin’ Kelpies!”

So, on his signal, I bridled Orla, the benign mare. Today, I’d graduated to actually diving beneath the Great Lake, clutching tightly onto her bullrush mane as we swam powerfully through the murky water… My bubble-head charm kept me quite safe… Gliding smoothly past a pillar of swaying weeds… I had a bizarre notion… Slytherin’s dorms offered the best view of the lake’s depths, didn’t they…? I wondered if Minoes and Scarlet could see me from there… And with this unhappy thought, I sickened myself.

Half an hour later, I emerged, sopping wet and outwardly jubilant. The Care of Magical Creatures group thinned quickly as the other students packed up and left, chattering away. Patting Orla’s snout, emboldened by success, I grasped onto a thread of curiosity I’d been nursing since Monday.

“Hagrid!” I whispered, glancing from side-to-side: “So, are the babies coming along well?”

Still in the midst of tethering a pack of rowdy males, Hagrid gave a spooked little start, whirling around to stare at me with wide, black eyes.

“What?” He exclaimed. “No, no! No— Honest, I don’t know nothin’ about no eggs…”

Hagrid paled the colour of sour milk.

“So I was right!” I said victoriously, until I saw how hurt he looked: “Oh, nobody told me, I just figured… The sack’s lumps were kind of egg-shaped.”

But Hagrid only let out an anxious sort of chuckle.

“Did— Did I say eggs? Heh! ‘Course not,” he lied badly, fiddling with the rope. “What— what I meant ter say was… Rocks. Tha’s it. Jus’ rocks! Hah…”

This dampened my confidence a bit. Hagrid was being strangely tight-lipped… Normally, he’d be all too glad for the offer of a listening ear… But I let it go. I had frightened away too many friends by this point, and I didn’t want to alienate Hagrid, too.

“Er— The Kelpies are still brilliant!” I told him instead. “Yeah, they’re really good, um… I’ll be looking forward to our next creature... Whatever it is.”

After that, I set off back to Hogwarts. A while away in the distance, I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione, lingering around a beech tree. They waved me over, and I hurried to join them. We spoke cheerfully, and I felt no remorse, none at all, though I could’ve been together with Minoes and Scarlet instead…

But then… Oh, I could’ve slapped myself. I had totally forgotten to ask Hagrid about his new dog!

On Friday, I forked over my vampire essay to an incredibly sickly looking Professor Lupin, got into a heated debate over The Lord of The Rings’ Gandalf and managed a fair performance in Transfiguration. After dinner, I treated myself to a chocolate frog.

Penning fake dreams with Harry and Ron had brightened me up a little (the bit where I was reprimanded by a giant bat was especially amusing). But a stretch of free time during the evening gave me plenty of opportunity to brood and reflect further on that uncomfortable guilt that was still gnawing on my conscience… I liked Minoes, I really did… But still, I couldn’t reconcile the harsh character of Snape with that of hers… Perhaps I didn’t really know Minoes well enough… And therein lay my problem.

Then, as I was aimlessly wandering the library, I bumped - quite literally - into Neville Longbottom, who I knew mainly from Ancient Runes.

“Oh, sorry!” I reeled back. “Shit, Neville, are you ok?”

Poor Neville seemed rather traumatised; his round face was pale and sweaty, his eyes flashing as if he’d just undergone a near death experience.

“These are for Professor Snape…” He murmured glumly, as he scrambled to grip onto his books. “If I got them dirty, I think he’d kill me. Or Trevor…”

My stomach dropped when I heard this.

“Professor Snape?” I winced sympathetically. Oh, Neville… He’s not punishing you, is he?”

He nodded, brows crossed stressfully. I understood exactly how he felt, enduring Snape’s cruelty… I felt a sudden rush of affection towards Neville.

“Well, I can help you with Ancient Runes,” I offered, keeping my voice low and quiet: “Snape’s probably not giving you much room to breathe, is he?”

“No, you can’t!” Neville cried.

I stopped. Now, he only looked even more upset.

“That’s how I got detention in the first place— I mean, Minoes helped me, and now she’s being punished too… It’s just— You really shouldn’t.”

“Minoes?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“She took all the blame for it— Y’know, the plagiarism.” Neville groaned. “The only reason I’m not in even worse trouble is because of her…”

Then, abruptly, it all clicked inside my head… Our Potions teacher wouldn’t go easy on her… He’d most likely have her dissecting grindylow guts, too…

“Anyway, I‘ve gotta run,” he muttered distractedly.

Neville sped past me, brushing against my shoulder. For whatever reason, It had never occurred to me that Minoes could suffer underneath Snape, too… Once I was in bed, I tossed and turned… No, I needed to apologise for my silly behaviour… But it would be so late, now, she would likely have retired to the Slytherin dorms… Unless…

“Oh, you’re back!” The barmaid exclaimed cheerily. “And past curfew, I see, hoho… Naughty, naughty!”

“Shh!” I urged, dim light flickering from my wand.

Closing the tiny door behind me, I underwent the dark descent, folded my body into the cramped box, and heaved myself steadily downwards, until I hit the solid floor below. Trapped inside the dumbwaiter car, my own anxious breathing felt loud and suffocating… Beyond the partition, I could hear muffled, yet familiar voices… I recognised one as Minoes,’ and the other belonged to… Scarlet? It was too quiet to tell… My heart pounded in my chest. If I was discovered like this, I’d be sentenced to detention again, right alongside Minoes and Neville… But I had to do this. I gripped the knob, hard, and wrenched it open.

Luckily, there was no one else in the dorm to tattle. Only my two estranged friends were inside. Reactions were not immediate. For a moment, they simply gaped at me. I had caught them mid-conversation (or mid-argument) and I saw that they were both in their night-things; Minoes sans her ever-present floral headscarf, Scarlet’s colourful hair rippling loose over their shoulders.

“Uh, I’ll go check for Petronella,” offered Scarlet.

They dashed out of the room without another word.

“Jas, what are you doing here?” Minoes demanded. “Do you realise how late it is right now? And— and how in Merlin’s name did you even…?”

I grimaced. Naturally, I had some explaining to do. My body aching, I huffed and swung my legs over the threshold; I felt like a child on a very tall stool. As the wooden border cut deeply into my thighs, I met her questioning gaze, stung with a fresh wave of guilt, and it felt like a drain pipe burst inside me—

“Sorry!” I blurted out. “I’m so sorry, Minoes, I was a total bitch to you about the Snape thing!”

“Professor Snape,” Minoes corrected.

“Yes, Professor Snape,” I repeated fiercely.

She raised one dark, arched eyebrow at me.

“But what I’m actually trying to say is… Well, I was being very judgemental. I hoped I could maybe apologise - er - make things right.”

Minoes heaved a weary sigh, crossing her arms. I noticed for the first time how tired she looked. Courtesy of your lovely crush, I thought to myself savagely. Yet, I did empathise with her; I understood how awful Snape’s punishments could be.

“It’s not like I was holding it against you…”

“Yes, but still. I thought I’d better say it,” I argued.

She rubbed her bleary eyes. I shifted, deliberating.

“And we still have that Hogsmeade trip scheduled,” I said earnestly. “I’ll— I’ll buy us all butterbeers?”

“You don’t have to do that,” muttered Minoes.

But I caught the ghost of a smile on her lips, and knew I’d done the right thing. The moment quickly evaporated as a shock of violet hair rushed back in.

“Shit, shit,” Scarlet hissed. “Petty’s coming back!”

Understanding this as my cue to leave, I hurriedly slammed the door. The ropes creaked in protest as I hoisted myself up, but I felt lighter than air. Grinning, I stole past the silvery figure of the Grey Lady, gliding across the vast, empty corridors…

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