#you know what they say: 'never piss off a Hufflepuff'

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the way i loved you ✰ m. riddle

➻ pairing: reader x mattheo riddle, brief reader x cedric diggory

➻ genre: angst/fluff

➻ summary: after a hard breakup, you had finally moved on and found your perfect man. he was everything you could’ve asked for, but the lingering thoughts of your ex take a toll on you

➻ warnings: swearing, mentions of blood and fighting, borderline betraying cedric :(

➻ word count: 1.8k

➻ a/n: if it’s not already completely obvious, i was listening to the way i loved you by taylor swift when i thought of this lmaooo i couldn’t fight the taylor references so there is a couple in here, it’s just my deep rooted swiftie mindset

“hey baby. you look beautiful today,” cedric smiled, sitting down at the slytherin table next to you, a bold move for a hufflepuff, but everybody thought he was far too good looking to say anything. well, some people.

mattheo riddle had the absolute nerve to speak up, as if he hadn’t completely ruined your life only months before.

“alright, diggory?” he snorted, looking your boyfriend up and down with disgust. he and cedric probably could’ve gotten along just fine if it wasn’t for the clashing common interest that seemed to have mattheo spitting as many nasty comments as he could - you, “i see you’re still pissing about with her.”

he didn’t even bother to say your name when he was talking about you. twat. you felt your anger starting to pool up in your stomach, a force threatening to take over until a soft hand placed itself on your hip.

“just ignore him, okay?” cedric smiled down at you, encouraging you to do exactly what he was doing. you nodded.

“it’s fine. he’s just… yeah,” you sighed, scrunching your eyes a couple times before continuing to eat, doing your best to ignore mattheo’s presence on just a couple seats down.

—

“he’s perfect,” pansy sighed, practically drooling over your relationship.

you had shown the girls the card he had made for valentines day, which was honestly the smallest thing he’d done for you on the day. he had a tendency to show his affection as much as he possibly could, making you experience every single love language at least once a week.

“that’s adorable, oh my god,” daphne gushed, reading the card over and over. it was a sweet message where he described his love for you, and it definitely warmed your heart, “i’m actually so jealous of what you guys have, it’s not even funny. astoria, come read this.”

astoria made her way over to the group and took the pale pink card from her sister’s hands, her eyes scanning the words that practically formed a letter with how many cedric had written. the three of you watched as her face contorted into an expression of admiration and light jealousy, her cheeks slightly pink.

“stop it, you’re going to make me cry knowing that i don’t have a man that loves me like this,” she whined, punctuating her words with a small laugh.

cedric was your ideal boyfriend. he was attractive, sensible, smart and kind. he got along with your parents and siblings, and always made sure to compliment you in some way every time he saw you. he said everything you ever wanted to hear, and was just perfect for you, so why couldn’t you get mattheo out of your head?

“i need to ask you all something,” you blurted out, a little annoyed at yourself for doing so, but also relieved that you could get it off your chest.

the trio looked over at you with raised eyebrows, waiting for you to continue.

“what is it?” pansy murmured, her head tilted just slightly as her eyes studied you.

"okay, let's just say... hypothetically, you have the most perfect, incredible boyfriend and could never ask for anything better, but… there’s this pesky little lingering thought about a certain past endeavour that you can’t get out of your head.”

the girls looked at you a little confused, though daphne’s expression quickly hardened. she knew exactly what you were talking about.

“please tell me you’re not still thinking about riddle,” she groaned in disappointment, shaking her head whilst running her hands over her face. the other two expressed disapproving noises and sighs, looking at you as if you’d just told them you were going to kill someone.

“it’s mattheo, what do you want me to do?” you mumbled defensively, helping it would support your case a little, but it just made them give you a glare.

“i don’t get what you see in him. he’s a boring, lazy prick who skips every class he possibly can to smoke weed and get plastered with his equally as boring and lazy roadman gang,” astoria huffed with a small shrug, looking at you with more concern than anything, “all you guys would do was scream at each other and cry about it all, and then go and make out in the rain or something, which i suppose is pretty hot, but it doesn’t make up for all the arguing.”

“you go insane when you’re with him. i didn’t even know it was possible to feel that much, but you definitely proved that it is,” pansy snorted, though it was clear her comment wasn’t really a joke.

you just sighed and brushed it off, promising that you wouldn’t do anything. it was just something on your mind, right?

—

you were walking in the corridor on your own, cedric just having left to get to his class, which was on the complete other side of the school to yours.

“rare to see you without prince charming these days. have you broken up already?”

you knew who it was when the first word was spoken, and after days of trying to get him out of your mind, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“do you have nothing better to do than terrorise me and my relationship, riddle?” you spat, turning around to face the boy, though your expression quickly dropped when you saw crimson blood spattered across his face, “why am i not surprised?”

“wow, last name basis now, princess?” he chuckled, brushing off your comment about his injuries with a small huff of either annoyance or amusement, you couldn’t really tell.

you tried to walk away, not wanting to involve yourself in his antics when you couldn’t trust yourself to not snap without somebody nearby to warn you not to. it was hard to control yourself around mattheo for some reason. probably all the pent up anger you had from the relationship and its ending.

“just piss off. i honestly can’t be bothered with you right now,” you sighed, shaking your head. his face dropped at that, seeming much less entertained now that you had say that you genuinely didn’t want to speak to him. he didn’t like that.

“no, absolutely not. what you’re not gonna do is act like a bitch because you’re in a mood about something,” mattheo scoffed, grabbing your wrist to pull you back, leaving a faint, bloody handprint on your skin, to which you groaned at.

“can you not?” you murmured, trying to wipe it off, but only smearing it across your arm further. at this, he sighed and pulled you into the prefect’s bathroom, the nearest place with a sink.

“here, since you apparently need everything done for you. i see some things haven’t changed,” he tugged your arm under the sink and lightly rinsed it away, rolling his eyes as he did so, and taking the chance to wash his own hands, “you’re a real piece of work, you know that? especially these last couple months. i don’t even know what’s happened, but it’s annoying.”

“what happened is we broke up. i’m not going to be your sweet little angel every single day, riddle,” you retorted, shaking your head and patting your arm dry with a paper towel.

“i still don’t get why we ended things,” the brunette shrugged, as if the comment he had just made meant absolutely nothing, “i mean, you’d probably be sat in my lap cleaning me up right now if we hadn’t.”

his words were a harsh reminder of how much things had changed. if he had come to you battered and bruised when you were together, which he had done multiple times before, you would end up sitting in his lap whilst cleaning off all the blood, reprimanding him for getting into fights again whilst trying to fight the incessant butterflies that flapped around so aggressively in your stomach. you were feeling those same butterflies now, too.

“well… we’re not, so you’ll have to settle for some water and a paper towel. maybe you’ll get a plaster if you can find one somewhere,” you scoffed, trying to act as nonchalant as he was.

“come on, princess, don’t be like that,” mattheo groaned, looking at you with a frustrated expression. you didn’t get why he was still calling you princess. he’d taken the pet name he loved using for you so much and turned it into a mocking insult. that hurt you, you had to admit, how he took something so precious and made it into a nickname only used for when he wanted to be rude.

you glanced over at him, meeting his eyes. those eyes. those perfect, dark eyes that, when in the sunlight, turned into a gorgeous, flowing blend of various chocolate shades that sparkled and told so many tales in such little space. you had to chastise yourself for thinking about him so fondly when you swore you disliked him so much.

“why are you doing this to me? acting as if everything’s just perfectly fine and like there isn’t so much shit between us?” you sighed, running your hands over your face out of pure annoyance. why was he acting like this? why were you okay with it?

“i know you. i know every single facial expression you make. every single word you say,” he muttered, studying your face rapidly, “and i know that half the smiles you show off when you’re with diggory are fake. he’s boring you, i can see that clear as day. at least when you were with me, it was fun.”

you shook your head at his words, a soft huff of disbelief forcing itself out of you. deep down inside of you, you know that everything he was saying was true, but you couldn’t admit that. cedric was your boyfriend, you loved him, didn’t you?

“stop it, mattheo,” you pleaded, looking up at the blood-drenched face of the boy you didn’t know whether you adored or despised.

“i was your first… everything, princess. you can’t just deny that what we had was special,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes as if he was getting annoyed again, his soft facade crumbling.

“what do you want me to do? apologise?” you breathed out in disbelief, looking at him as if he was insane, “if that’s what you want, then this is me standing in front of you and saying that i’m sorry for what happened that night, and it hurts my pride to say this, but i sometimes find myself wishing i could change my mind. is that what you want from me? i’m sick of these games.”

mattheo seemed to pause at your words, each syllable playing over and over in his head as he registered what you had just admitted. it was as if his entire body just glitched, every muscle coming to a standstill, though his eyes flicked back and forth as if he was reading the words from a book. it took a moment, but he eventually cracked a small smile, his head tilting.

“did you just reference a taylor swift song in your apology, love?”

#fanfic #harry potter #taylor swift #benjamin wadsworth #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x you #mattheo riddle #mattheoxreader #mattheo x y/n #harry potter fanfiction #ex to lovers #the way i loved you

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lorenzo berkshire x reader

short summary: enzo is kind to everyone but you.

slytherin gang was known for its violence and nonchalance, but there was one exceptional character. needles to say that every second girl and boy drooled over him and went on and on about how sweet he is. but you never felt that lorenzo berkshire could be kind or, god forbid, sweet.

he would curl his lip, roll his eyes, mock you in front of everyone - do virtually anything to piss you off. as he was flirting with a junior from hufflepuff, he saw you walking out of potions class from the corner of his eyes.

“nice sweater, y/l/n” he shouted from the behind. it wasn’t his voice, but what he said that shocked you. was he being nice? as you turned back to thank him, he continued “for someone who’s planning to retire. return this ugly piece of cloth to whatever cheap store you bought it from. go buy something decent for once, i can give you money if you ask nicely” girl near him chuckled as you tried to contain your tears.

“dickhead..” you mumbled underneath your breath

“what’d you say?” he was now towering over you. he didn’t like to be called names, but seeing you so broken over a small joke got him confuse. “hey, y/l/n, i didn’t mean to-“ he didn’t get to finish his sentence as you pushed him out of your way and stormed out of the hall.

normally his words wouldn’t mean anything. but it was a favorite sweater inherited from an uncle who was a hero in your eyes. he’d have bike rides with you, teach you the rules of quidditch and eat chocolate past your bedtime. he died because of some ignorant deatheater..as memories flooded back, you didn’t notice how someone approached you.

no one would come here during lunchtime. moreover, no one would know about its existence in the first place. as you lifted your eyes to look at whoever interrupted your peace, you were met with big brown eyes that were filled with guilt and confusion.

“hey..i know you don’t wanna talk but..” you shoved his hand away, wiping the tears away “listen. i apologize”

“for the first time in 7 years? thanks, i guess. now do me a favor and get lost” you weren’t used to his kindness. he just sighed and kneeled down in front of you. he pulled out tissues out of his bag and started wiping away your tears. the moment felt unreal, ethereal even, and all you could do was stare at him.

-

pt. 2 anyone? will you forgive him or not 🫵🏻

#lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire #harry potter #Harry Potter x reader #Draco malfoy #Louis partridge #lorenzo berkshire x you

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yall asked for a part 3 … lmk ur thoughts on this one!

James Potter x Reader

Warnings: smut, semi public sex, praise kink, sub james potter, unprotected sex (wear a damn condom), oral sex (female receiving), degrading kink, and probably more lol

To your knowledge, the relationship between you and James Potter had been going smooth. You guys went from enemies to fuck buddies, and even though it really was just sex, there were other pros. You appreciated the way he would walk you to class on occasion and gave you a kiss on your cheek when nobody was looking. Who would have thought that the man you first perceived to be a cocky jock would end up giving you the best head in the books?

You started to question yourself about the true intentions of what you were doing. Yes, there was obviously the amazing sex, but were there other reasons as to why you continued to see him? You didn’t want to admit to yourself that there was a slight chance that you were starting to become fond of Potter. The most evident plan was to continue fooling around without confessing a single word. However, as you were set on putting this plan in action, a major roadblock came into place.

You’re in Slughorn’s class. You walk in and to your shock, you find some Hufflepuff hanging around you and James’ desk. Normally this wouldn’t get under your skin, however, once you see said girl take off his glasses and try them on, a rush of jealousy goes through your body. As you’re walking over to the desk you slam your books down and give the Hufflepuff girl a bitchy look. She reciprocates the look and walks away, but not before giving James a “friendly” push on his shoulder.

“Damn,” you heard James say under his breath.

“What’s that now?” You asked him in a very sarcastic manner.

“She wasn’t flirting.”

“I don’t believe that, and even if she was flirting, it doesn’t matter to me,” you lied.

“…Alright, still down to help me study later?”

“Yep,” you replied without making eye contact.

You could feel his eyes looking at your face as you stared down at your books. Why were you so jealous?

———————————————————————

It’s later that day in the Gryffindor common room. You’re surprised to see that nobody else is there studying too, it’s just you and James. You can feel James slowly starting to inch closer to you but since you’re pissed, you move away. He seems to notice and lets out a sigh.

“Gosh, I don’t understand any of this,” he says in reference to the potions being studied.

“Hm … maybe you should ask your Hufflepuff girlfriend to help you out since I’m not helping you enough,” you shot out.

Nice comeback.

“Damnit! Don’t you understand? She’s just some girl who may or may not be into me. Either way, I don’t care. She’s not the one I’m interested in.”

“Yeah alri - wait. What do you mean by that?” You asked, there’s a different girl he’s interested in?

“Um … I don’t know. Forget it,” he said, definitely hiding something. He pretended to suddenly be interested in the textbook in front of him. You couldn’t explain what you were feeling at that moment.

You two went back to studying. Once you guys finished the list of everything on the next exam you both closed the books and sighed. You gathered all your belongings and stood up to walk to your dorm. As you started walking away you heard James say something in a soft voice.

“You.”

“What?” You asked. What was he talking about?

“The girl. It’s you,” he was making direct eye contact with you, never breaking. His demeanor was turning you on. You paused for a while before answering.

“I don’t believe you,” was all you said.

“What do you mean?” He replied, he was baffled by your response. He thought he was obvious.

“I said: I don’t believe you. You need to prove it,” you stated with confidence.

“Wha - how?”

You sat back on the desk in front of James. You pushed all of his books to the side so there was plenty of room on the desk. You proceeded to spread your legs to reveal your white lace panties that gave James a perfect view of the growing wet spot on your cunt. His mouth was slightly open and his breathing was now increased. He slowly lowered to the ground so he was on his knees, making his face level to your pussy. He was looking at you with the most adorable eyes ever.

“Can I?” He asked. God, who knew James Potter would be such a slut for eating pussy.

“Can you what?” You snarked back. You wanted him to say it.

He gripped his own thighs to try and distract himself from the growing boner he had. By the looks of it, it had to have been painful. However, he was more interested in making you cum on his face. He wanted it so bad.

“Please. Let me touch you. Only you. I want to taste you,” he rambled. He was so horny. You loved the way his brain would go a million miles per hour when he got too excited.

“Go ahead baby,” you told him, “prove it to me.”

He wasted no time in touching you. He bit one end of your panties and pulled it halfway down your thigh with his mouth. He did so with the other end as well, not breaking eye contact at all. As soon as they were off, he began examining your cunt. He was so turned on by how wet you are. He slowly began placing soft kisses on your inner thighs, a few on each, and slowly made his way to your clit.. Slowly kissing it, he ran his hands up and down your legs lightly. He found your inner thighs and spread them as open as they would go, then continued to explore your legs with just his fingertips.

“No teasing baby,” you pleaded, “if you want to make me happy, no teasing. No teas - ,” you were cut off by his instant change in pace. It took no time for him to get the hint. He went from slowly caressing your thighs to gripping them to keep his focus. You let out a stream of moans as you felt him take one hand that was resting on your left leg and place one finger inside you, pumping it in and out as he quickly flicked his tongue against your clit. You felt him place another finger inside and slightly curl it to where it was hitting your g-spot over, and over, and over again. As if that wasn’t enough, he doubled the speed at which his mouth was working on your cunt.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” you repeated. You felt James moan in response, sending vibrations up and down your body. You were about to cum and he knew it. With your hands tangled in his hair, you felt him use his left hand to interlock it with your right. This, for some reason, was what pushed you over the edge.

“So fucking good. So fucking good. I’m cumming baby, fuck - ,” you rambled on and on until your high and reached its end. You pulled James off of your pussy and pulled him up to your level. You kissed him, tasting yourself on his lips. You run one hand from his shoulder all the way down to his cock. He was still fully clothed.

“Take your shirt off,” you commanded him. You didn’t expect him to follow so fast. You kept your eyes on him as he removed his jumper revealing a white undershirt that fit his perfectly toned body. You watched as he loosened his belt, which you stopped.

“I didn’t tell you to do that,” you teased, “that part is my job.” You stood up and pushed James down into a chair, the same chair you were studying in earlier. Soon enough your hands found his belt buckle and his boxers were pulled down enough to where his cock was free. He was so hard, precum leaking onto his stomach as his dick laid. You stood up, kissed James softly, then lowered your cunt onto him.

“Fuck!” He yelled. God he was so noisy.

“Shut up. You don’t want to wake everyone up, right James? How humiliating would that be? Everyone knowing how much of a whore you are for it,” you barked at him. He was so cute in that moment. His curls were sticking to his forehead, glasses fogging up from panting. His mouth was open slightly and he was struggling to not keep his eyes closed. You allowed him to hold your ass while you bounced up and down on him.

“Look at me baby,” you told him.

“Fuck, okay,” he replied very softly.

“You have a dirty mouth Potter. All you do is swear and eat me out, not that I’m complaining.”

You don’t know what it was but after that comment, you were able to tell he was about to cum soon. He began to release soft whimpers, trying to obey your demand of being quiet. His hands began to shake and you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“I’m going to cum. Please. I’m going to cum, don’t stop,” he begged. He was begging.

“Go ahead baby. You deserve it, you’re so good,” you praised him. With that comment, you felt his cum spill inside you as he released a moan into your shoulder, pulling you into what seemed like a hug.

You guys stayed like that for a minute. You eventually brought his face a few inches away from yours and kissed him. This was the first kiss where it didn’t seem sexual, but more comfortable. This kiss felt like James holding the door open for you or James offering to carry your books.

“James,” you whispered.

“Yes,” he said.

“I’m glad I’m the girl.”

#enemies to lovers #james potter #james potter smut #marauders #marauders smut #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #sirius black #sirius black smut

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This Isn't Like You | Sebastian Sallow x Reader | SFW

Prompt: Sebastian Sallow made the mistake of allowing himself to get too close to Y/n, a Hufflepuff he never expected to fall for. After watching her with a fellow Hufflepuff, Sebastian’s jealousy gets the best of him. Angsty fluff ensues.

Note: I've decided to turn this blog into a multi-fandom one, so if you have any Viktor or Sebastian Sallow requests, feel free to send them my way!

I also have a Naruto-centric blog here if you're curious!

Jealousy was a brutal thing, and Sebastian hated every moment of it.

Sebastian was not an idiot—he knew what it meant to fall for someone and how quickly it could set in. He knew it could creep in when he least expected it, even if he had been determined to keep things platonic.

But Sebastian wondered if he was an idiot for not acting on those feelings sooner.

Having the privilege of being near you—immersed in your day-to-day innocence and always choosing to follow him despite being surrounded by numerous other students at Hogwarts—made Sebastian feel significant. Like it was his purpose to stand by you through everything.

Watching you sit in the library with a fellow Hufflepuff was not what Sebastian expected to set him off. To shake him down to his very core and set everything in his life ablaze.

He stood there, not too far from the scene that made his heart clench and took in how you laughed with the boy, sat next to him around one of the tables. His skin flushed with heat, and an unfamiliar tremble claimed his body.

Sebastian was your best friend, and for some dramatic reason, he wanted to be the only person to make you laugh like that. Knowing he wasn't the only one capable of eliciting those smiles from you made his system flush with irritation.

You were one of the most special people in his life, and Sebastian couldn't help but feel like he was in the process of watching you be torn away from him.

Sebastian wasn't in the library to read but to meet up with you for an outing at Hogsmeade. Seeing you tip your head back with an enthusiastic laugh made him crumble on the spot, and he tore away from the room without saying a word.

Storming through the halls, fuming, Sebastian's vision narrowed as he let that jealousy consume him. He wanted to ruin anyone who came in between you two, but he knew it was pointless. Instead, he needed to stew in it.

Sebastian realized then that he was willing to do anything for you because there was no him without you. He was deceived by his own heart, and he'd be damned if he watched someone else sweep you off your feet.

Not long after, footsteps came from behind him, and a gentle hand against his shoulder made Sebastian whirl around, eyes clouded by envy.

"What is it?"

He swallowed hard then, realizing it was you. Even if he was pissed off, Sebastian couldn't ignore how his heart lurched just from taking in your features, and wishing he could caress you. Wishing he could hold you.

"I didn't find you in the library, so I went looking for you," you murmured to him, smiling gently for him despite the irritation that shaded his face. "We're still on for Hogsmeade, right?"

Something in Sebastian wanted to refuse and tear away to spend the rest of the day sulking by himself in some dark corner someplace, but the half-assed response left his lips before he could stop it.

"Let's get going then."

The tight-lipped, almost curt response made you look at him for another moment, but you pulled a pleased look for him and fell into step through the halls.

Normally, you'd spend the whole time chatting with Sebastian, not realizing how quickly the walk went by until you got there in what felt like record timing. You'd be laughing so hard your stomach ached, bantering and poking fun at each other.

But only silence lingered between you then. Strangely, Sebastian walked a step ahead of you most of the way, head down. He directed you onto the hidden path that few people took instead, leaving only you and him to walk awkwardly through the trees.

"Did you see what happened in potions today?" You prompted him, hoping the weird tension would fizzle away.

Sebastian didn't lift his head and kept moving, mumbling a 'no'.

"Oh, well Nicolas Weaver went to mix the ingredients in his cauldron but Reina Quavo dropped something in it and the whole thing blew up in his face," you recounted, laughing quietly at the memory.

But Sebastian's only response was a murmured acknowledgment like he wasn't truly paying attention.

Brows furrowing in question then, you stuffed your hands in your pockets. "Are you alright, Sebastian?"

"I'm fine," he muttered, lacking his usual light and charm. He kept walking even as you struggled to keep up the pace due to your confusion.

"It doesn't seem like it."

Sebastian audibly huffed and shook his head, storming forward.

"What's the matter?" You called, halting in your place, fed up with his vague answers. "You aren't being yourself—this isn't like you, Sebastian."

Snapping then, Sebastian pivoted on his heel and raised his arms in question, stomping closer to you, face pained. "What do you want me to say? I'm exactly like myself!"

Disagreeing with him, you shook your head and stood your ground. "You've been miserable. Just tell me why."

Irritation flared in Sebastian's eyes as he cut the space between you. "Tell you what, that I saw you flirting with some kid earlier?! That I had been in the library but couldn't stand watching him make you laugh? But that would be ridiculous, wouldn't it?!"

Stunned by his outburst, you blinked back at him with more confusion ebbing into your face. "What—"

Before you could say anything, Sebastian's lips pressed against yours firmly, forcing your eyes closed. He gripped your arms to keep you from stumbling back, completely surrounding you.

Before you could relax into the kiss, Sebastian pulled away, dropping his hands. He gazed at you, just as surprised by the sudden affection. Sebastian ran a hand over his face and took a step back, mumbling, "damn it."

Unable to find the words, you just stared at him and swallowed harshly. You took a moment to pull yourself together enough to murmur, "Sebastian, what's going on?"

Averting his eyes, Sebastian closed them, as if all of his problems would be solved the moment he opened them again. He let go of a heavy sigh before meeting your gaze. "I don't want to lose you."

"But you won't," you reassured him, taking a step forward, eyes laced with sincerity. "I wasn't flirting with Frederick in the library because I don't see him that way. We're in the same house, you know."

"I know, it was stupid of me," Sebastian mumbled, visibly annoyed with himself. "I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"It's okay," you said, reaching for his hands. Taking them in yours carefully, Sebastian met your eyes, almost surprised that you hadn't run off yet. "I understand. I get jealous when girls from your house talk to you or ask you questions."

Sebastian's brow cocked at that, genuinely curious. "You do?"

At your nod, a bashful smile crept across Sebastian's lips, and he chuckled. Pulling you closer from where your hands were connected, Sebastian let a hand cup your cheek while the other found its place against your hip.

"You don't need to worry about that. I don't see them the way I see you," Sebastian murmured gently, giving your hip a small squeeze before he brought his other hand to cup your face. "If you don't mind, I'd like to kiss you again."

Smiling with no objection, you nodded, heart fluttering at the prospect.

Sebastian's warmth surrounded you once again, lips soft against your own. The kiss was sweet and gentle at first like he was mapping out every inch of you. He deepened it the moment his heart screamed for more, overwhelmed by how good it felt.

Clutching at him, you knew nothing had ever felt quite as right as the sparks between you, and the thought of having to break apart made your heart ache.

"I'm sorry," Sebastian whispered against your lips, breath warm and minty. His thumb stroked your cheek, and he pulled a small smile. "You're my partner in crime, and I'll do whatever I can to keep you in my life."

Unable to fight against the flurry of elation sprouting inside your chest, you smiled back at him, murmuring, "You can start with that butterbeer."

"Anything you'd like," he replied, pressing his lips against yours like he'd never have the chance to again.

Needless to say, it took some time for the two of you to make your way to Hogsmeade, too engrossed in one another to care.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian/reader #sebastian x reader #sebastian x you #sebastian/you #sebastian oneshot #sebastian fluff #sebastian sallow fluff

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ABOUT SLYTHERIN!LUKE

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what is slytherin!luke like?

- he HATES when people are too loud or when they talk too much (his potion partner, teddy wellings, learned of the hard way when he was talking too much)

- prefers quiet intimate places over loud crowdy ones

- zones out a lot during conversations, especially group ones

- prefers to be independent rather than depending on other ppl

- is slytherin’s star player and the team’s seeker, won a lot of games by catching the snitch

- a lot of girls ask for his number and to hang out after his game but he refuses. that was before yn came into his life, she was the only person he agreed to go on a date with

- thinks being emotional is a waste of time (no it’s not luke!)

- kinda ass at comforting people, he pats their back awkwardly while trying to look somewhere else

- hadn’t had a relationship until he started dating yn. he takes dating very seriously, the type to “date for marriage” instead of for fun.

- has two older brothers, jack’s in gryffindor while quinn’s in slytherin with him

- likes to tease his brothers a lot, especially jack because they’re in rival houses

- yells “suck it gryffindors!” during games because he’s a little tease

- rolls his eyes when yn ask for his sweaters and hoodies but inside he’s giggling like a teenage girl

- he kicks his friends’ knees so he could watch them buckle and fall over (they don’t find it amusing while luke’s dying of laughter)

- likes to party more than you would think. although he’s fairly quiet, he loves partying

- literal black cat energy, cold and scary until you get to know his interior

- trips over air sometimes and flips off the ground when he does

- a history dork because he claims “educated men are the most finest men” (he’s right)

- loves listening to music, especially during his extra quidditch practices where he’s zooming through the air (you will always find one airpod in Luke’s ears)

- hates the nickname “lukey” unless his girlfriend, yn, is calling him that

- goes easy on the hufflepuffs because his girlfriend is one

- sometimes journals his thoughts because his mom said it was healthy to

- freaks out whenever ppl touch his stuff

- always carrying a gym bag on him, doesn’t matter if he has quidditch that day or not

- even though he’s very focused on quidditch, he’s actually very smart

- if he wasn’t in slytherin, he’d be in ravenclaw

- studies like there is no tomorrow because he wants a good score to show off to his mom (and also for bragging rights to his brothers)

- one of his favorite places is the astronomy tower

- jokes that he’s gonna “jump off” if somebody pisses him off

- never gets into fights unless the other person pushes him too far

- once he punched a 5th year for teasing his girlfriend and came back with a bruised hand

- “fuck that hurt!” as soon as his fist collided with the guy’s face

- has glasses but never wears them

- his ideal date night is watching movies in his bed with all the lights off except the small fairy ones

- chews on his nails when he’s nervous

- very hard on himself when he’s playing quidditch

- he says he hates physical touch but melts when yn touches him

- doesn’t post on social media unless yn posts and he reposts on his story or it’s their anniversary

- is a private account 47 followers who are his close friends and family and only follows 15.

- he probably has 100+ follow requests but he doesn’t approve them unless yn approves them

- helps out first years with their classes, but they’re all scared of him because of his cold demeanor

- wakes up with his curls all messy and always has a confused face on in the morning

- sometimes he wears his robe backwards and gets points taken away from slytherin because of that

- he always has something yellow in his room because yn’s always over

- one time he broke his arm during a game and yn was the only person he let sign his cast other than his brothers

- he keeps the cast on his bedside table because her signature’s on there

- enjoys being alone

- reading and butterbeer is his favorite activity to do by himself

- when he makes yn upset, he tries googling “how to be a better boyfriend” because he wants to try for her

- likes to turn his head around first before his eyes

- when his voice cracks he makes a funny face and goes silent

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[fuckmymunson]

could you write an angst thing where reader finds out sirius only started dating her for a bet but she doesn’t take him back? like he admits to what happened and says he actually ended up falling for her but she decides to leave him anyways? idk it just pisses me off when the reader is so forgiving like i would never recover from that 💀

Liss is my Hufflepuff OC, lol. Hope you like it! Thanks for the ask♡.

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When you woke up that morning, you didn't have any plans to eavesdrop on your two best friends' conversation.

It just sort of happened.

The long, old and dusty tapestry covered your entire figure, from head to toe. A clammy hand was pressed against your mouth, as you listened to a conversation that was supposed to be private. The worn material was see-through enough to let you figure out who was who, and if their voices weren't enough, you recognized the yellow and red jumpers.

“Please tell me you are joking, Lilly. Please.”

“Liss, you can’t say a thing, less to y/n.”

Your stomach twisted in anxiety; They were hiding something, a secret.

“Lilly,” Liss spoke again, she was mad, you could always figure it out by how her accent deepened. “This isn't fair.”

“I know it isn't.” Lilly agreed with her, mirroring the other girl's frustration. “I overheard it from a conversation between James and Sirius.”

Your stomach made another painful jolt at those words, your boyfriend, Sirius, was hiding something, and not only your two best friends know, James, Lilly’s boyfriend, knew too. The loud click of the clock hung up on the stone wall was all you could hear for a few minutes, minutes that felt like hours.

“I'm going to tell her,” Liss said, scoffing loudly. “This farce needs to stop.”

“Hey!” Lilly grabbed her hand before the Hufflepuff girl could walk away. “Believe me, there’s nothing more I want than to tell her what's going on.”

“And then?!”

“It's not our responsibility, Liss.”

“But as her best friends—”

“Liss! Sirius is the one who needs to be sincere about this!”

So he was hiding something. The nauseous feeling only gained weight inside your stomach, all the way to your chest. Your lungs struggled for air, the whole hallway felt suffocating, and you could taste the vomit in your mouth.

“He’s not going to! He’s going to keep lying to her! Because that's what he's been doing the past three months!” Liss practically shouted.

Three months, three months ago Sirius asked you on a date.

Three months ago he kissed you next to Blake Lake.

Three months ago he asked you to be his girlfriend.

“What do you want us to do then?” It was Lilly’s turn to shout, swinging her hands in the air.

“For Helga’s sake, for being Head Girl you are such an idiot! We have to tell her Sirius is only dating her over a stupid bet he had with the boys! I don't give a fuck if it’s not our responsibility! She’s our best friend!”

And with those three words, your whole world shattered, just like your heart.

Over a bet.

One of them stormed away, quickly followed by the other, but it didn't matter much, all you could think about was those three words.

Over a bet.

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding. The world felt distant as if someone used a spell to stop time, even the seconds felt slow; The tears were silent but the thoughts inside your head were messy and loud. The anxiety, the shock, the anger, the sadness, everything was mixed, combined into this big, green monster that threatened your satiny.

With shaky steps, you walked towards Gryffindor’s common room, knowing that's where your beloved boyfriend was going to be. And he was, leaning against the stairs as he talked with Remus.

“So I told Prongs— Oh hey, doll.” He smiled the second he looked at you, a smile that faded when he noticed your teary cheeks, your puffy eyes, and how you carried your broken heart in the palm of your hand. “What's wrong babe?”

He sounded worried, but you knew better. It was a lie, just like everything else had been, for the past three months.

Remus gasped in shock when your hand collided with Sirius's pale cheek. The whole world froze again, but this time the sadness and anxiety were far gone, there was only anger.

“What the fuck—” Sirius started, but you quickly stopped him, pushing him. You were never the one for violence, but this time it just felt right.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You asked through hiccups. “A bet? That's all I am?”

His grey eyes melted, you could read the guilt, but it was fake, it had to be, just like his love was, fake. Everything was fake. All the kisses, all the dates, all the late-night conversations, everything.

“I—” He said, stuttering, glancing up at you with his doe, breathtaking eyes. “I'm sorry.”

“I'm sorry.” He repeated, biting his lip.

“Over a bet.” You hissed, nostrils fluttering with rage. “And for what? To boost your pathetic ego? To prove you can pull every girl you want?”

“I didn't—” Sirius choked, with his own words, with his lies. “I tried to call down the bet, I promise.” He promised, just like he promised he loved you on your second date, holding your hand, stargazing. “I tried to when I realized I was falling in love with you.”

In love, those sweet words only fueled your anger.

Remus, who looked beyond embarrassed, stepped away, slowly, silently.

“And you.” Your attention was now on the tall boy, and he shrunk in his place. “You knew. You fucking knew!”

“I'm sorry,” Remus muttered, blushing, even the tip of his ears were crimson. “I tried to talk to them about how wrong it was—”

“Save it for later.” You snapped, flipping him off. “I wouldn't be surprised if you started dating Liss over a bet too.”

His honey eyes widened at your words. “N—no!” He replied, shaking his head. “I promise!”

“Sweetheart, please,” Sirius spoke again, diverting your attention from Remus who used it as an opportunity to run away from the catastrophe.

“Don't call me that!” The tears made their way again down your cheeks. “Don't ever speak to me again.”

“y/n, please.” Sirius pleaded, standing up. “I love you, I do. I know it was wrong, I know it shouldn't have done that.” He continued, word after word, he rambled, about how much he loved you, about how hard he fell for you, about how special you were.

“I love you.”

He was crying. The tears were like shiny diamonds, staining the marble stairs.

“I love you.” He whispered again, as the remorse and shame coated him.

Sirius shouted your name, as you walked away, away from him, from his love, from his lies. Back facing the man who fooled you. You heard his pleas, his promises, but those were lies too.

Your first relationship was over, dramatically, it even felt like a novel. That night, you laid in bed, safely wrapped under your duvet, crying your heart out, over a bet, over what could've been.

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[ilguna]

☼ lucky charm (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; believing that he'll fail the next game that'll win hufflepuff the quidditch cup, Finnick comes to you asking for felix felicis.

warnings; swearing, rule breaking

wc; 2.9k

notes; hogwarts au

–

Ever since you found out you could make money from illegally selling potions to other students, you haven’t stopped.

You didn’t realize there was such a demand for potions, otherwise you would’ve started sooner. You could be rolling in more galleons than you know what to do with—not that you aren’t already. You will say, though, that it’s extremely time consuming, and they’re lucky you have nothing better to do at Hogwarts.

You’ve tried joining the extracurriculars, but they’re not nearly as entertaining. You don’t have the talent for quidditch, and you were told that by the Captain when you tried out last year. And the last thing you want to do is try out for the frog choir, that’s a ticket to get laughed at.

Actually, you were hoping that Snape would finally come out with a potions club that you could go to instead of studying in the library. As much as he hated to admit it, he told you that you were one of the best potion makers that he’d seen in years. He called you a bright student and then made you promise to never repeat those words to anyone else.

If you could, you’d shove it all in the slytherin’s faces. You’re sure that they’d be pissed a hufflepuff is accomplishing feats they should be doing with their eyes closed. After all, Snape is their house professor, not yours.

You draw a line through a name in your notebook, drawing an arrow to an empty space to write a note on why their order is cancelled, when you hear your name. You look up, closing the notebook in the process to hide what’s inside.

There’s not a lot of people that know you make potions under the table. There’s only a select few people that do, and that’s so you don’t end up getting caught. Your closest friends try to keep their ears out for those who are serious about buying, and they subtly lead them to you.

The only house that you refuse to help so far are the ravenclaws, because they believe in fairness more than the other houses do. They’ll turn in cheaters without a second thought to it, because no one should have an unnatural disadvantage. It’s bullshit. 

You get by without them, anyway. This is just a side hobby, it’s not like you’re saving up to buy anything. You could stop whenever you wanted to, but that just risks losing the monopoly you have on the business. You’re the only one that willingly sells the potions at a low price without complaining. And also, your potions aren’t fake. You’re a reliable source.

You’re met with the faces of a few of hufflepuff’s quidditch team. The one that’s standing closest to you is the one and only, Finnick Odair. Lately people have been saying that he’s going to be the huffelpuff seeker prodigy, and your house hasn’t had one of those in a long time.

“What can I do for you?” You ask, placing your quill in the ink bottle to hold it temporarily.

“Can we talk privately?” Finnick asks, “I have a favor to ask of you.”

“Sure, I’ll meet you in the hallway in just a moment.” You look between him and his friends, “Are we all talking…?”

“No, just me and you.” He smiles.

He walks off with the other two, you make a funny face at their backs. You’re not sure why all three of them approached you if he wanted to talk to you in private. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he needed moral support to talk to you. You can’t imagine you’re a hard person to approach, though.

You flip the notebook back open, taking the quill to write the note quickly. He cancelled because he needed the potion for a later date, and would prefer for it to be freshly produced. You write the new date next to the note, and then you leave the notebook open to dry while you put the rest of your things away.

You like to use lunch and after dinner as times to catch up on the potions. You refuse to do them in the morning because you’re too tired to operate. You tried a couple of times, and those were the times you set the bathroom on fire and exploded a hole through the stall doors. Your hair still hasn’t grown correctly since. 

You pack the rest of your bag, and then head out of the Great Hall to find Finnick Odair. You have a feeling that it’s going to be about the potions. The people who approach you to ask usually start with wanting to speak in private, because that’s what they’ve been instructed to do by your friends.

You pass by Finnick’s friends, and every single one of them has their eyes on you. You ignore them, leave the doors, and find that Finnick isn’t hiding too far away. You follow him into an empty hallway. 

He takes in a breath, “I heard that you sell potions.”

“Yup.” You stop a few feet away, “Who told you about me?”

“Annie. She said that you’d be able to help me.” He says.

Your eyebrows twitch, “What are you trying to fix?”

“Well, it hasn’t happened just yet. Hufflepuff could win the quidditch cup next game, and I don’t think I’ll be able to do it.” He runs a hand through his hair.

You know what he’s looking for. He wants Felix Felicis—liquid luck. It’ll ensure that everything he does in the game works in his favor so that they win. The only issue is that you don’t sell liquid luck to the quidditch players because it’s a sport aimed for talent, and it’s cheating. It’s the same reason why you didn’t take it before your tryout, it’s unfair.

You can feel your face fall, already beginning to shake your head to tell him no. He must’ve known this was coming, because he clasps his hands together.

“Please, (Y/n). I don’t want to lose this game.”

“And I understand that, but I don’t sell to quidditch players. It seems like Annie already told you I was going to say no, anyway. So why are you bothering?” You cross your arms.

“Because I thought you’d understand the pressure to succeed.” He says, “Everyone is expecting me to get the snitch, and there’s no way I stand a chance against slytherin. They crush hufflepuff every year.”

You almost want to tell him it’s a talent issue, but that’s a sure way to get on the bad side of Finnick. That’s the last thing you want, considering he’s fairly popular in the hufflepuff house, and a lot of people would turn on you for it. Although, you’ve gotten mouthy with plenty of other quidditch players before, and they’ve never turned around and gotten you in trouble.

“Did you tell the other quidditch players that you were planning to ask me this?” You ask.

“No, I told them that you were going to lend me notes for potions.” He says.

You reach into your bag, pulling out your placebo potions notebook, the one you use for class. The real one you have is filled with every detail on how to make a perfect potion. If Snape ever had that in his hands, and found out that you were studying like that, you’d get questioned for it.

You hold it out for him, “Here.”

“Please, I’ll do anything.” He says, taking your hand in his, “I’ll pay extra, if that’s what you want.”

“What I want is to not get in trouble because you’re reckless.” You raise your eyebrows, “So you’ll promise me that you will not breathe a word of this conversation to the professors. If they find out that I gave it to you, you’ll be banned from quidditch, and I’ll be in huge trouble.”

There’s a cute smile forming on his face, “I promise.”

“You’ll be paying triple the price because it’s last minute, and it’s against the rules.” You pull your hand away, “Felix Felicis takes six months to brew.”

“Thank you, (Y/n), I mean it.” He says.

“I’ll see you before the quidditch game on Saturday to give you the dosage so that you don’t kill yourself.” You give him a smile, “I want my notebook back after you win the game.”

“Sounds like a deal.”

—

You honestly thought that Finnick Odair had to be one of the most confident quidditch players you’d seen in your life. While everyone else hesitates when it comes to the snitch, he never does. He’s always on top of searching, even if there’s nothing to look for at the moment.

He might think that he doesn’t stand a chance against slytherin’s seeker, but he’s the reason why the hufflepuff team does. If it weren’t for him, they would’ve lost the last game that was played against gryffindor. The gryffindor’s had scored so many points against hufflepuff, and if they’d made another ball through the hoop, they could’ve won the game despite the fact that you guys caught the snitch.

There’s nothing scarier than being neck in neck with points. Gryffindor was behind by ten points, and right when they went to make another score, Finnick caught the snitch, letting you win by ten whole points. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a game that bad in a long time.

Besides, it’s not necessarily Finnick’s fault, it’s his teammates that are a bunch of dead weight. If they could block the hoops like they’re supposed to, then there wouldn’t be any close calls.

That’s why you’ve decided not to give him the potion. 

Finnick comes around the corner, and you immediately reach into your bag to grab the vial of pumpkin juice you dyed to look like Felix Felicis. You don’t think he’s seen a genuine bottle in his life, but you wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t call you out for it.

“Hey,” He breathes, shaking his hands to get the nerves out. They’re supposed to play any minute now.

“Hey.” You smile, carefully pouring a tablespoon’s worth of pumpkin juice. He takes it from you, making a face as he downs it. And just in case he’s done his research, you pour him one more spoonful.

“Doesn’t taste very good.” He murmurs.

“I could’ve told you that.” You laugh, “Got a breath mint?”

“No time, I’m going to be smelling on the field anyway.” He pulls out the galleons from his pocket, dropping them into your hand, triple the payment, just like you asked. When he wins the game tonight, you’ll give it back and tell him the truth. “When does it take effect?”

“You should feel it soon.” You shrug, “I’ve never taken it myself, but that’s what everyone else says. You should get back to the field.”

“Will you be watching?”

“Yeah, I’ll be sitting with Annie and them. I’m sure you’ll see us.” You nudge him to get walking, “We’ll be cheering you on. Good luck!”

“Thank you!” He waves, and then jogs off.

You drop the galleons into your back, cap the pumpkin juice, and then head for the stands, where you’ll be sitting for the next few hours. At the top of the staircase, you find your friends, who have chosen front row seats to ensure they’ll be able to see you.

As soon as you sit down, Annie is turning to you, “You better hope that he wins, he’ll be pissed if he finds out. I’ve been hearing the slytherins are planning to be aggressive today.”

“They’re always aggressive. And he doesn’t need luck.” You hold onto your bag tighter, “I believe in him.”

The game starts when Professor McGonagall throws the ball into the air. The balls and the quidditch players are nothing but a blur as they zip around. As promised by Annie, the slytherin’s aren’t even trying to hide the fact that they’re borderlining breaking the rules.

From the very moment the game starts, you’re on the edge of your seat. The quidditch commentator keeps everyone up to date with the score because the balls are flying back and forth. The scores are continuously going up, without a hint of slowing down. The hufflepuffs will be in a fifty point lead, and then the slytherins will pull moves you haven’t seen before, and then they’re in the lead.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so into a quidditch game before. All the other times you got bored halfway through and opted to go brew potions to catch up on orders. You guess it’s different now, because it’s personal. You just shorted Finnick Odair out of liquid luck, and if he loses, he’ll know it, too.

He’s already acting differently out there, he’s doing more than he usually would, and it’s helping his teammates keep consistent, while he searches for the snitch. Hufflepuff is currently at a seventy point lead, if they caught the snitch now, you’d win. However, neither team has even seen the snitch yet.

Hufflepuff scores another ten points, and you watch as a few of the slytherin players share a look, which is the sign they’ve given each other to step up their game. It seems as if Hufflepuff has caught onto it, though, because it’s a tough match. The bludgers are hit back and forth at players, nearly causing several concussions. And no matter how many times they throw the quaffle, it never makes it past the hoops.

This goes on for thirty minutes, everyone is getting increasingly frustrated, which means that the game needs to be ended before someone actually ends up getting hurt. You can see Finnick searching, and then his head suddenly darts to the left, and he takes off.

“Yes!” You cheer, getting to your feet to peer over the stands. This causes the whole crowd to follow you, realizing that Finnick could win the hufflepuffs the cup.

Finnick chases the snitch in between stands, around the hoops, under beams. He disappears several times, and comes back, still pursuing the snitch. The slytherin seeker has caught onto this, and he tries to keep up with Finnick’s pace, but Finnick’s always been persistent.

The slytherin seeker gets too close, Finnick slams his foot into the girls’ broom, sending her spiraling away into the tarp that covers the stands. While she tries to recover from this setback, Finnick has gained another inch on the snitch.

When suddenly, he reaches forward, and grabs it.

“Hufflepuff has secured the snitch!” The commentator roars over the microphone, “The game has ended! Hufflepuff wins with four hundred points, while slytherin loses with two-hundred and fifty!”

Everyone in your section erupts into noise, celebrating Hufflepuff’s win. There’s cheering, a few stray whistles, clapping and stomping to show pride. Finnick finds you in the crowd, and points at you.

You laugh, and then turn to Annie, shaking her shoulder, “I told you!”

“I’m sorry for doubting you.” She mutters.

“I’ll see you in a few, we should go get butterbeers.” You tell her, starting down the aisle, “You know, to celebrate.”

“Let’s meet at the fountain!” She shouts, you give her a thumbs up.

You’re one of the first people out of the stands, allowing you to get to the bottom much faster. You can be in there forever, taking it one step at a time because people like to fuck around on the staircase.

The quidditch players have already cleared the field, so you hurry to go and find Finnick before you lose your chance. You’re sure that they’re all going to go and hang out together to celebrate, and you won’t be able to speak to him alone until tomorrow. It isn’t that big of a deal, but you’re sure the guilt’s got to be kicking in at any minute.

A hand grabs your wrist, yanking you back. You turn to shout, expecting it to be an angry slytherin, but you’re met face to face with Finnick, who’s as pale as a sheet.

“I shouldn’t have taken that.” He mutters, you look behind you to make sure no one’s coming before pushing him behind a corner to talk to him. 

“Finnick—”

“What was I thinking? What if they find out?” He runs a hand through his hair. His breath still smells like pumpkin juice. And he wasn’t wrong when he said that he’d smell, he needs a shower.

“Listen to me—” You start.

“Why would you sell that to me?” He asks.

“Finnick!” You grab his arms, “It wasn’t Felix Felicis, I lied to you.”

He stares at you for a long second, blinks once, and then his eyebrows push inward, “What?”

“I gave you dyed pumpkin juice, I didn’t give you the real thing.” You tell him, reaching into your bag to pull out what he paid you. You take his hand and drop the galleons into his palm, “I’m not stupid enough to break the rules like that.”

He shakes his head, “You gave me pumpkin juice? What if I lost?”

You beam, “I knew you could do it without the luck, Finnick. You’re a talented seeker, you don’t need potions to win games. Did you see yourself out there? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you play better!”

Finnick laughs, “A placebo effect.”

“No, your true potential!” You smile, “I’m sorry for lying to you, but I couldn’t go through with it.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Do you have any plans?”

“Yeah, Annie and I are going to go to the Three Broomsticks.”

“Would you mind if I joined you?” He asks.

You shake your head, “No, I wouldn’t.”

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[dragonmasterkaylz]

Don’t Mess with the Badger

“Oh bloody hell…”.

Hermione looked up and saw Aurora walk to her table with a split lip and a bruise on her cheek. Harry then looked up at her before saying, “It looks like she got into a fight. Does Theodore know?” Ron looked over at the Slytherin table and saw him talking to his all of his friends. Hermione hummed and then looked over to see a Slytherin girl walk in, who looked a lot worse. “Bloody hell! Did Aurora beat her up? She looks bad”.

Pansy looked at the Slytherin girl before saying, “Oh dear, what the hell happened to you?!” “That fucking Hufflepuff, that’s what!” Then Crabbe and Goyle sat with the boys, looking a lot worse. Mattheo smirked at the two before saying, “Wow! Now, I want to know who did this and why, because this is so funny!” Ron then walked up and said, “Oi, Theo. You may want to check up on Aurora— woah! Bloody hell! Wait! What did you three do to piss her off that much?!” Mattheo stood up and looked at the Hufflepuff Table. “… Shit”.

Theodore’s eyes widened and then went dark when he saw the bruise on her face. Hermione, Harry and Luna also joined them. “Well?! Someone want to talk about what happened?!”, Hermione asked angrily.

“Well…”.

Aurora was walking to the Great Hall, when she had heard three Slytherin’s talking amongst themselves. A girl she didn’t know, along with Crabbe and Goyle.

“You know, Theodore’s no better than her! He’s now a Blood Traitor for dating a Mudblood!”, she stated. Crabbe said, “I wouldn’t go that far. It’s not like he’s a Weasley”. “No! But here’s the icing the cake, now Draco has a crush on Granger! Honestly! Shelby and her, are both filthy Mudbloods, and we shouldn’t be associating ourselves with them!”, she shouted, just as Aurora walked up to them. “Oh… fucking shit…!!!”

“What to say that again, you bitch?”, Aurora asked as her eyes darkened with rage. “Woah! I bet… you think you’re hot shit now! First, you date Theodore! Then you befriend all of Draco’s gang— I mean, are you trying to make us look bad, Hufflepuff?! You’re a fucking Mudblood! You know it would never work, you slut! You’re the reason Theo got disowned after all”. Then the blonde approached her and glared at her, with an angry look on her face. “Say that again. Call my boyfriend a Blood Traitor again… and you’ll see what happens when you piss off a Hufflepuff…”.

“Then I threw the first punch and she beat us up”.

Pansy looked shocked and she asked, “Aurora?! Are… you sure?! She wouldn’t hurt a fly!” “Oh really?!!! Just look at my fucking face!!!”, the girl shouted. Theodore then glared at her and said, “Just fuck off. All three of you. I never wanna see your faces again”. Silence just surrounded the table and Draco looked up at them all as he said, “We don’t say those words anymore. All of us are past that”. “Clearly, since you love Granger so much!!!”, the girl shouted just before leaving the table with Crabbe and Goyle. “Still though… she’s badass!”

Everyone looked at Mattheo. “Too soon…?”

Theodore stood up and walked over to Aurora before sitting next to her. “Teddy…?” He kissed her bruised cheek before asking, “Are you okay, cara mia? Y-You didn’t have to defend me like that…”. Then she rested her head on his shoulder and hugged his arm before saying, “I’m sorry. I just saw red”. “Don’t apologise. I love you”. She smiled up at him and said, “I love you too, Teddy~”. He leaned down before kissing her very gently. After they broke away, he grabbed her hand as he whispered, “I need to kiss you in private amore, right now”. She giggled and ran away from him. “Oi!”

“Get your cute arse back here!”

END

#theodore nott x oc #theodore nott #harry potter #ron weasley #hermione granger #draco malfoy #mattheo riddle #dramione #pansy parkinson #slytherin #hufflepuff #slytherin x hufflepuff

[rae-and-mezo]

Can you do one where y/n is the new fifth year student from America and Sebastian sees her in class and instantly falls in love with her. Also a lot of name calling and gossip is being spread about her because she’s from America and has a country accent. One day a few students start picking on her and then Sebastian comes in and defends her.

A/N: As someone who is not only from America, but knows the country side of things (and according to people from the north has a southern accent), I feel like this request was MADE for me.

Appearances meant nothing to Sebastian.

He was a man of depth, and he never once judged someone by their appearances. Until he saw you, that is.

At the sorting ceremony, he didn't really get a glimpse of you. So imagine his shock when he sees you in class and you're absolutely BEAUTIFUL!"

Boy's in love. Usually pretty girls are just that until he gets to know them. But you? Hands down, he is just enamored.

Ominis lowkey hates you because Sebastian talks about you nonstop.

No, he hasn't said a word besides "Hi," but does that REALLY MATTER OMINIS?

And your accent? Seb didn't think he really had a thing for accents, but he had never heard an American one before. Especially not a country one. He wants to hear every single word known to man come from your mouth.

Well, just because he is Enamored doesn't mean everyone else is.

At first, he shrugs it off when he hears some girls gossiping about you. He sends a small stinging jinx towards them but doesn't think much of it. Nothing to get too mad over.

Well, he thought that was the end. It wasn't.

Soon everyone had something to say about the "Hick."

he even heard Imelda talking about you.

And it pisses him off. Not just because of how much he likes you, but also because he hates rude people.

And one day it escalates. A group of Hufflepuffs crowd around you in history of magic. They're saying horrible, horrible things about you and you look petrified.

So, because he is him, Sebastian steps in.

"Hey! Leave her Alone!"

and the Hufflepuffs just smirk as they look up. "Or what Sallow, you'll turn into a Hick too? You're already a farmboy."

"A proud one too. Get lost, go hang out with the Merlops. I am sure they'll be grateful to see humans that look like them."

And when he finally gets the Hufflepuffs to leave, he turns to you. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry, you didn't have to do that. Thank you."

"No problem. For what it's worth, I love your accent."

#hphl #hphl sebastian #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow headcanon #hphl x reader #hphl headcanon #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy headcanon

[captain-lessship]

Nature Or Nurture? Pt.1

Tw: Discussion of Dead Relatives. A *almost* smut scene.

Out of my way." you said as you brushed past a Gryfindor couple. They made offended noises as you kept walking.

"Oi mate, no need to be rude." one of them called. You rolled your eyes.

You were feared to say the least, amongst other houses and slightly within your own. 'Don't get in his way.' 'He is crazy' and other flattering things were constantly said about you. 

You were the "Ideal Slytherin" the type that fulfilled the stereotype and retained said stereotype. Cold-Hearted. You didn't care about anyone and no one was worth your time but that didn't stop several people from being drawn in by you, you were strong and they wanted to stand next to you, not in front of you. 

A natural-born leader. You were fine with it of course until they disturbed you. Like that annoying Malfoy boy did with his annoying 'Potter' this and 'Potter' that.

A loud smack caught your attention and made you wince in pain at whatever hit your face. You scowled.

"What's your damn problem?" you snapped. You opened your eyes to see a frantic but familiar Hufflepuff.

"I am so so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going." You scoffed.

"Obviously." you said, looking at the boy who was now picking up his books. You put your shoe on one of his papers.

"Excuse me, can you hand me that?" he asked. You reached down and picked it up.

"Cedric Diggory?" you read, he looked up with an open hand, waiting for you to hand him the paper. You merely looked him up and down before walking off with the paper.

"Hey! that's my report."

You grinned, "Alatre Ascendare!" you shouted back at the boy, wand in hand. It made all his papers spray out of his books and into the air.

With that, he'd become... intrigued by you.

Several other people came up to him, picking up papers.

"Who's he?" He asked one of the Ravenclaw girls.

"Everyone calls him by his last name. Professor McGonagall forgot to call his first name when he was sorted"

"What is his last name?" Cedric asked, standing up.

"Shouldn't you know? He's in your year."

Cedric was slightly embarrassed. He always tried to know everyone in his year, even if it was only their house and name.

"Sorry, I've forgotten it," he said laughing slightly.

"He's Booker." The girl said walking away from him.

He smiled while scooping up the rest of his papers and began walking in the direction he thought he saw you going. He was looking for you when he was caught off guard by movement in the window sill high above the ground. He looked up and he saw you, simply reading a book like it was the most casual place to read the latest paper.

"Hey!" he called, catching your attention.

You looked down at him and rolled your eyes, "Hello Cedi-Didi." Cedric cringed at the nickname.

"How did you get up there?" he asked.

You grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know, Huff Puff?"

He was getting fed up a lil bit at your childish way of teasing him. "I want to talk to you, can you come down?"

You rolled your eyes, "Incarcerous." you said with a flip of your wand, making a long rope come out the end. "Are you climbing up?" you asked.

He got to the top and sat beside you, letting his legs dangle off the ledge. "So.. You're a fifth year? How come I didn't know your name?"

You glared at him, "That's the big question you had to hunt me down and ask me?"

Cedric had no idea why you were so pissed, "Are you this mad all the time?"

"Only when someone disturbs my read and also the remaining three hundred and sixty-five days. Twenty-four seven. " You said with a mean grin.

"Why though, isn't it much easier to be happy?" he asked. Fair question.

"Oh I am exceptionally happy"

You were just rude. 

He smiled though, " I think you and I are going to be really good friends."

He never left you alone. Every time you were heading to class it was "Hey, can we eat together outside today?" or "Let's play some Wizard's chess." or "Can we study together.”

Your housemates had begun to pick on you, not to your face though. They called him your lost and sometimes kicked puppy, probably from how sad he looked when you turned him down. 

They started to ask you why you didn't like him at all and you had a simple response; He is trying too hard. You were growing used to it but it was very annoying on your off days. Today was an off day.

"Hey! I was wonde-"

You stopped and turned around to look him in the eyes. He felt a chill. They were colder than the dead of winter. He just closed his mouth and sighed. Your heart felt a twang of guilt. What an off day.

"What were you wondering, Cedric?" you asked, trying to sound soft. He turned and looked at you with a smile.

"I was wondering if you'd want to sit on the window sill together again?"

You shook your head yes. He grabbed your sleeve and dragged you to the window sill. You looked up to it.

"So do you do the rope spell to get up?" he asked. You laughed at him.

"No, I took a few classes with Professor McGonagall. Watch this," you said.

You took a deep breath in and Cedric stared as you changed into a bird. You had taken her Animagus class! You had gotten onto the window sill. It took you a little longer to change back into yourself, a few feathers sticking to the side of your face and refusing to go back in properly. You brushed your hair of them and looked down at him.

"Impressed?" you asked.

"Holy- Dude, you just turned into a bird and just flew on your merry way? How long did it take you to do that?" he said.

"I started in her class when I was fourteen and I've practiced every day at this window sill. And it's not any bird, it's a Merlin," you said, letting down the rope and pulling him up this time. He sat facing you this time. It was just before dinner and the sun had started to dip under the mountains. He looked out the window.

"You picked a great place for your hangout."

"Thanks."

He looked at you and how the golden light shone on your features. You looked at him and thought the same but you looked down.

No. Not again. Not your heart getting ahead of you.

You were walking into the great hall for the Opening and Sorting Ceremony. You were excited to see who would join your house and finally eat the delicious food. You sat there welcoming new Slytherins and even clapping for the house of your best friend when they received a new member, which got you a few weird looks from your housemates but they knew not to mess with you and even then most of them knew about your friendship with Cedric.

After the Sorting, you wanted to eat but no food appeared because of the announcement Dumbledore was going to make. You stared down but your attention was brought back when a kid tapped you on the shoulder ad pointed at something you only heard stories about: The Goblet of Fire. The Goblet meant one thing was going to happen, the Tri-Wizard Tournament. You looked at Cedric to joke about it but you noticed a flame-like the one burning from the Goblet in his eyes.

"Oh god.. No." you barely whispered. Cedric was just old enough, seventeen, to compete and you knew he would. 

You just knew. You knew what you had to do. Put your name in and pray it was you, not him. He looked at you and saw your expression and gave you a reassuring smile.

After the entire Feast and Ceremonies, you tracked him down and asked to talk.

"Hey! How was your summer?"

"Great, went camping. Do not put your name in that goblet."

"Woah, topic changed rather quickly, didn't it?" He said, pearly whites lashing with a slight laugh.

You sighed, "Do not put your name in the goblet."

Cedric noticed your genuine concern about him and he softened his charismatic eye-blinding smile into a comforting smirk, "I will be alright. I am strong." he said.

You just shook your head, "If you put your name in, I will put mine in too."

His mood changed, "You shouldn't."

"Why? Think I can't do it?"

"No! No I don't!" he snapped. You were shocked and you felt like someone had slapped you even though his hands were still in his pockets. You felt tears prick at your eyes and thus you turned and walked away, leaving the Hufflepuff regretting his words. 

You didn't know what was wrong with you, you don't cry over stuff like this but he just didn't understand.

You were unpacking your stuff and everyone in the commons could feel the tense aura radiating off you with the energy of ten suns. You slammed your sock drawer shut and yelled.

"Bloody Hell! I can do what I want He can just- Ugh!" You slumped down beside your bed. Your friend, Daniel, raised from his bed and shook his head at you.

"Sad, innit? Simple, to fix it. Become his dream guy."

You flung your head up at him, "I do not like Cedric Diggory like that."

Your other friend, Rich, who was reading a comic book, spoke up "No, you don't at all. Except for the fact for most of last year and even over the summer you were like all 'Will Cedric like this?' 'Do you think Cedric is busy? Is that why he didn't write back?' and my personal favorite, 'I should write to Cedric but he hasn't answered my last letter, should I?' like no, you don't have the hugest crush. Totally not."

You threw a pillow at him, "Watch your mouth." You thought for a minute though. They did have a point.

You felt your face turn red and you heard Daniel chuckle at your reaction. "You like him."

"Yes," you started, "What is his dream guy anyway? What if he isn't even... "

"He literally wears rainbow socks." Rich, who recovered from the pillow said, going back to his reading.

"Maybe he just likes colors," you said. "I like colors."

"We are not going to go over all the less than hetero tendencies he has."

They did have a point; He was either too comfortable, to the point it was almost disturbing, with himself or a little fruity.

"So what is his dream... Lover?" you decided to word it.

Rich and Daniel looked at each other and got up. They walked to you and grabbed you by either arm.

"We got a lot of work to do."

"Wha?-Wait- Whoa! What do you mean?"

"Cut your hair, fix your dark circles and make it look like you've seen the outside world at least once. Seriously, dude, you look like you live by a lamp. NAd we got to teach you how to tie a tie properly." Rich rattled off. This... This was going to be either a disaster or the best thing you ever did in your life.

"Why so blue, mate?" Cedric's friend, Melissa asked. He was moping by the common room bookshelf and overall looking like someone popped his balloon and drank all the milk for his cereal.

"Oh.. Sorry. I just... I feel bad.”

"About what?" she asked, flipping through a witch fashion magazine.

"Well... I yelled at my crus- my friend." he corrected himself. Melissa looked up from her magazine and nudged the guy sitting beside her who was making his teacup float, Carter.

"Crush?" he asked, teacup slightly spinning.

Cedric knew he was busted. "Well... Yes. I... I have a crush on someone."

"And you yelled at them?"

"On accident. I didn't mean to raise my voice at him."

"Who is it?"

Cedric caved and told them the whole story.

"How are you not dead? If that'd been anybody else, they'll have to be hauled to the infirmary." Melissa said.

"He actually is really nice. He really likes birds. He feeds them every morning." Cedric said, smiling at the thought of you and him feeding the birds. He got to hold one as it ate some of the seeds you offered the birds. Little swallows and a few sparrows.

"Yeah, but he once punched a guy in the face and broke his nose so bad the bloke had to have surgery."

Cedric rolled his eyes, "Moving on. How do I make it up and well, tell him?"

"First off," Melissa stated, "We need to fix all that." she said.

"You literally gestured to all of me." Cedric said, frowning.

"Yeah... We got some work. Ok, what is his type?"

"I don't know."

"Useless Cedric, completely useless." Melissa said, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him till he laughed at her silly way o letting him know he is no help.

"Well, obviously, he is a Slytherin so he likes dark, brooding, and... I don't know, snake-y?"

Melissa groaned at this, "That is so biased it is causing my physical pain."

Cedric just shook his head at his friend's antics and looked out the window to see the stars. He thought about you. 

He felt so sure about everything in his life but you came and now, he wasn't sure if you loved him, hated him, or were indifferent. A wild card in his moderately even and sorted deck.

"Cedric, you really like him, don't you?" Carter asked.

"Yeah."

"Why?"

That was a fair but deep question, "He listens to me. All of me. The part of me that are not that good, the parts that fall short, and the parts that get over emotional. He keeps me in sync and makes sure that I am okay. I know it seems like he doesn't care but deep down he cares a little too much. He is such a good person and you can see it if you just really look for it."

The duo were silent. Cedric never got deep but that was the depth of the Atlantic compared to his usual banter and jokes. Cedric just stood up and walked to the door.

"I think I will go for a short walk.”

"But Fil-"

"It'll be a short one."

Cedric walked out from behind the painting of the pear and took a left. He shoved his hands into his pockets and thought about you and he smiled to himself. Before he knew it, he had reached the window sill you loved. He just stared up into the light that was pouring into the stone corridors from similar high windows. He noticed a bird on the window sill and he whistled at it and he heard the tune played back in almost perfect harmony. He saw you slowly shift into you, you had gotten better at it over break, you no longer had to manually shove feathers into your head. A rope fell and he began to climb. Once he got to the top he noticed something different about you. You looked cleaner, not that you were dirty. More put together would be a better term. He stared at you and how the moon and stars lit up your features. You were made for moonlight.

He was made for sunlight, you thought. Bright richly colored hair, warm smile, and features. He was the sun and everyone knew it. People revolved around him in a happy social solar system and you were happy to join their orbit after being pulled in by his gravity. He stared into your eyes, melting down your serious demeanor, and you stared back before you or he knew, you both were leaning in close and gently pressed your lips together. He barely opened his eyes to see you up close. He gently ran his hand up to the nape of our neck. The kiss and following ones lasted for a while and then it hit you both what had just happened.

"Uh... I.. Did you, ya know, enjoy that?" he asked shyly. You smiled.

"Yea... Did you?" you asked, an equal level of awkwardness.

You reached for his hand and he gently slid his into yours. He leaned in for another kiss but you brought up your finger to block him.

"We need to talk about the Goblet ordeal."

He pulled away and shook his head. "I am really sorry about what I said. You could do it, I am just scared for you to get hurt."

"Then you understand why I don't want you to put your name in."

Cedric smiled and squeezed your hand, "I know I know but baby... I want to try. Dumbledore said it'd be safer than the earlier ones. Please.”

The sweet name made your heart melt. You thought about it. What were his chances of being chosen out of all the people who put their names in? Pretty low statistically. That eased your consciousness.

You smiled at Cedric and he smiled back. He went in for a hug and you hugged back. He gently pulled you to his chest.

"I don't sleep very well," he admitted. 

You were surprised to hear his heartbeat thumping like a bass, it was oddly soothing. "Go to sleep, I won't let you fall." he said.

And he didn't.

It was a beautiful day compared to most when the other school arrived. You were chosen by your Prefect to help the ladies from Beauxbatons carry in their items. You had no complaints except that one Durmstrang who accidentally bumped into and nearly knocked you silly. He apologized as you started to cast a spell to make all the suitcases float.

"Wingardium Leviosa." you said and you began to visualize rooms that had been set aside for the students of Beauxbatons. You were done by the time Durmstrang was done with their introduction choreography. You walked in and took your seat.

Dumbledore rattled on about the number of tasks, the rules, and how happy they were to have the two schools arrived for such a big occasion. You weren't listening, you were thinking about how Cedric put in name in the cup the other day and you smiled and acted like your heart wasn't hurting. You clapped after he finished his spill and watched the tables grow to allow room for the two schools to sit and eat. You got up and offered your seat to a Beauxbatons girl whose friend had sat down in the empty seat beside you. You walked to the Hufflepuff table and found Cedric, who smiled brightly at you as he told you to sit down. A few of the Hufflepuffs were off-put by this but they came around after you started talking and not attacking them like they thought you would.

You looked at Cedric, "Do you think you will get chosen?" you asked honestly.

"Well, I think I've got a chance just as good as anybody."

Secretly he held your hand under the table where no one could see. He would rather grab your hand and shout to the world how he felt about you but you had said you wanted to wait a little while to announce your relationship.

"So, Booker, What is your favorite spell?" one of Cedric's friends asked, sensing your unease.

"Oh, I'd say it would be one of the first ones I learned. It's called Ferula, it heals things and wraps bandages around the target. I got hurt a lot and my Mom would use it instead of buying band-aids."

"Your mother is a witch? I thought it was your father."

"Well, My Dad is a half-blood and my Mom is a pureblood. He never really got to learn magic because his non-magical mother was scared for him."

They looked at each other and shook their heads in understanding, "Well, does he know magic now?"

"He knows a little bit. He knows about five spells well enough to cast them."

The topic had slowly changed as the feast progressed to favorite candy, wands, and so on. It was nice. You liked sitting there. They were funny and they didn't seem to have it in them to be critical or mean.

Today was the day. The Goblet would choose the champions. You sat there about to faint as everyone gathered into the Great Hall, waiting with a little more cheer than you had. 

You saw Dumbledore walk up to the Goblet and gently raised his hand. Out flew a strip of parchment and he flipped it over to see a name. You held your breath.

"Viktor Krum." You exhaled so quickly it made your nose hurt. You joined in on the clapping for the Durmstrang man who walked to shake Dumbledore's hand and then on to a room.

Dumbledore raised his hand once again, you felt your palms sweat as he tuned to read the name.

 "Fleur Delacour." You clapped for the Veela as she followed Krum's path: handshakes and to the room.

One last name. One last school. You were going to faint. He raised his hand and he looked at the name. You watched him as if he was in slow motion. 

"Cedric Diggory" You burst into tears. Oh god no... He stood up and walked to shake Dumbledore's hand. 

He nearly made it to the door when the Goblet lit again and another name flew out. everyone was confused, especially Dumbledore after he read the name. He barely whispered it but you could tell it was not good.

"Harry Potter," he said, voice full of unease and a mild tone of rage. "Harry Potter!"

After the whole fiasco, you found Cedric, he was leaving the room and he had a smile on his face but there was a thread of worry behind it. 

You walked up to him and he grinned.

"Can you believe it?"

"Cedric... You can't."

He looked confused, "Why can't I?"

"What if..." you started but were interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"Mr. Booker, We need you. We have a favor to ask." She said with a gesture to follow her. You looked at Cedric and tried to smile, he was happy and well, he was smart enough to not die.

You sat in McGonagall's office and waited. She came backing with Dumbledore, Lady Maxime, The head of Beauxbatons, and Professor Karkaroff, Head of Durmstrang.

"So, Professor McGonagall tells me you are one of her best Animagious students and you have mastered your form. Can you please show us?" Dumbledore asked.

 You looked at McGonagall who smiled and shook her head. You stood up and you breathed in and as you breathed out, you shifted into a Merlin. After the shift was done, you flew up to the iron chandelier and sat up there.

"This Wonderful!" Professor Karakoff said, "He can observe Tournament." now you knew what they wanted to ask. You gently flew back to the ground and changed back into a human.

"Mr. Booker, do you think you would consider? We considered Broomsticks but.. they upset one of the tasks." You looked at the four professors.

'Help where you can.' You heard 

Cedric's voice in the back of your head.

"Of course. It's an honor," you said.

You sat up on the window sill, watching the stars, waiting for Cedric. You heard his footsteps and you changed. You smiled down at him as you sent down a rope, he climbed up and sat right next to you. He opened a bag and handed you a small box.

"I am sorry I didn't write. I never got them because I wasn't home for most of the summer." That explained it.

 "So to make up for it, I got you something.”

"You didn't have to do that, It couldn't be helped." you looked at the box that was wrapped in brown paper and tied with a gold rope.

"C'mon, open it!" he said. You undid the rope and tore the paper. You opened the small box and saw a small gold chain bracelet. Two charms dangling from it caught your eye. One was a gold miniature copy of your wand: Ten-inch, Willow and it had a handle that was carved to look like feathers. The other was a flowering Rosemary.

"Well, the wand is self-explanatory. What about the Rosemary?"

Cedric blushed a little bit, "Well, we actually took Herbology together in our first year. I never said hi though. You seemed scary and despondent."

You chuckled, "I guess I was."

You put on the bracelet and turned to your bag, you had gotten him a little something. You handed him a box that was decorated in silver and tied with a black ribbon. He smiled as he opened it like a child on Christmas. It was a mirror.

He looked at you and you smiled.

"Um, I think it's pretty."

"It's not just a Mirror. It's a memory Mirror. If the mirror can reflect something, it will be stored in the mirror. You then can put it in the moonlight and it will these memories like a movie."

He looked more intrigued now. He looked at the mirror and then slid it into the moonlight. Slowly a replica of his face appeared above the mirror. "How did you get this?"

"Oh... It was a very old gift. I used to make copies of myself.”

"Then you should keep it."

"No... I don't like it anymore," you said, sadness seeping into your voice.

He looked at you, concern on his face, "Why?"

"It was a gift from my Mother. I miss her and I used to spend hours staring at her image from the mirror but all I accomplished was more grief every time the moonlight went away." You looked out the window.

 "She loved us. Me and my sisters. She'd point us out to her friends and talk about us. 'Grace, oh well, she is doing fabulous! She recently got married.' 'Tiffany? She started working at the Ministry' and 'Him? He is going to Hogwarts next year. I am so excited! My wand left me and chose him, Ha! Can you believe that!' She was so proud of us all."

Cedric wrapped his arms around you. "What happened to her?"

"She got very sick. Her wand knew, that's why it chose me. She got to the point where she couldn't walk. A few days after that, I went to wake her up and she barely opened her eyes and asked me to get everyone. She said goodbye."

Cedric felt your tears dampen his t-shirt as he held you. "I am sure she is still proud of you. You're talented, beautiful and no matter what you saw, you've got a good heart."

"I miss her so much."

"Tell me about her."

You smiled, "She would have loved you. She was very firey and aggressive when it came to her friends and family. She would sing us lullabies and rock us. I remember the last time she rocked me was when I was four. I had tripped and cut my knee. She showed me magic that day. She let me hold her wand. Willow and Veela hair."

"Is that why you offered to help the Beauxbatons students? Cause some of them are Veela's like your Mom?"

"No, she wasn't a Veela but her best friend is. She offered her hair when they were making wands. She did attend Beauxbatons though."

You told Cedric about her and in the end, it felt like, in a way, he had met her." She would have stayed and become a professor if she hadn't fallen in love with my Dad. They were very happy."

"Like us?”

You paused, "Yeah. Like us."

Cedric smiled. You let your thought leave your mouth.

"Cedric. You are my home."

"How so?"

"Home is where your heart is."

The clock tower chimed for four in the morning. He looked at you, you had fallen asleep. He smiled as gently nudged you awake so you could sneak back to your commons. Cedric was quietly but hurriedly walking to his when he met someone: Dumbledore.

"Ah, Young Cedric. Early aren't we?" he said, smiling. "Why so early young man?"

"I- Um I was..."

"In the window sill," Dumbledore said, "Follow me, let's talk about this."

Cedric walked with DUmbledore, slightly slower than he'd normally walk. "So, am I in trouble?"

"No. You were just being a teenager. The Muggle equivalent of sneaking out of the house."

Cedric smiled, measured you weren't in trouble. "I guess."

"Mr. Booker forgot to tell you though. He will be watching from above."

"Oh? How- Oh wait."

"He has a knack for it, hm?"

"Yeah. It's so cool. He just goes and flies away."

Dumbledore shook his head, "I've seen a change in the both of you. So has the other professors. They say you seem to care a little bit more about the details and they tell me that he helps people, especially the underclassmen Slytherins. He must know it's rough."

"Yeah... I guess we've both changed."

"Love finds a way to change things," Dumbledore said.

"Love will find a way." Cedric repeated.

"Dragons." Cedric said to you as he looked at you. You were in the library reading up on some potions books since you had nothing else to do.

"Good morning to you," you said, looking up.

"How do I fight a dragon?" he asked, sitting down in the chair across from you.

"Why?”

"Cause... Harry Potter told me that the challenge would be dragons."

You picked up your cup of tea and sipped from it, "He could have lied."

"But what if he didn't?"

He had a point."Ok well, Cedric what do dragons do? Breathe fire. Put out the fire, beat the dragon."

"Ok, but that seems like... too easy." he said.

"Too easy? Well... Maybe if the dragon is focused on something else, it won't have time to deal with you."

He leaned over the table, "What can I distract it with?"

You began sharpening his skill in Transfiguration and now it was time to shine.

You walked in behind the Champions. You were followed by McGonagall, who would let you shift and then send you out to fly around and observe the champions. You shook Viktor's hand and kissed Fluer's hand before you got to Harry Potter.

"I am there to make sure you don't die." The boy looked stunned, but you recovered with a laugh. "No, no. You probably are safe. With or without me."

Lastly, you saw Cedric, he looked nervous but he smiled at you. You hugged him and whispered in his ear.

"Do your best."

You walked to McGonagall, who opened the curtain enough for your bird form to go through. You slowly shifted, which caught the other three champions off guard. You flew out and went up to the clouds. You loved flying. It was just you, the clouds, and the rush of the wind. Your wings could take you anywhere and be strong enough to make sure you got there. You began to dive back down as a cymbal sounded, time to do your job.

First was Cedric. You watched from above. 'Make sure no one cheats.' You watched him intently.

He dodged some of the fire before finding the perfect rock. You heard him shout out the spell and you flew down closer to caw in approval but the rock didn't turn into another dragon and he didn't call out the enlarging charm. It instead was a dog! You mildly panicked but you noticed the dragon was interested in the dog and that Cedric was sprinting for the egg.

He made it into the nest area when the dragon turned and noticed him. The dragon erupted a huge wave of fire on top of him. 

'In case of potential death, help the champion." you flew down but that's when you noticed something. It seemed something was pushing back the fire but struggling to do so quickly.

A line from a poem came into mind, "Eating fire is your ambition."

Cedric had ambition.

He pushed up with the shield he was making. He had the egg, all he had to do was get out of the nest. "Dragons can breathe fire for twenty minutes." He just had to outlast the last fifteen. He counted down and made sure he had a good grip on the egg.

Now!

He pushed up with such force the shield hit the dragon in the face and knocked loose a few fangs. He was sweaty and very tired. He noticed you land and change to make sure he had brought the egg. He smiled as he stumbled to you, he lifted his wand.

"Orchideous." he said. A bouquet spilled out of the end of his wand. And like that he hit the ground out of exhaustion.

Cedric coughed himself awake. He was in the infirmary. He looked and saw you reading a book.

"Morning," he said, not knowing how long he'd been out.

"You inhaled enough smoke to kill a large dog."

"Four-twenty. Blaze it." he chuckled as he did a peace sign.

You laughed but you also rolled your eyes. "I wish I could stay mad at you."

You looked to his bedside t table. "A couple of people dropped you off some gifts. And don't forget," you raised a golden egg, "Mr. Second place, we need to figure this out."

He smiled, "Well, open the egg first." you reached to the top of it and undid it. The scream the egg let out hurt your ears and you could not have shut it fast enough.

"Yeah... That isn't good." You said sitting beside him. He groaned at the dismay of it not being easy.

After opening a few gifts, you spoke up.

"While you were sleeping. Dumbledore announced the date for the second task and another thing."

"What?" he asked, eating some of his Every Flavor Jelly Beans.

"The Yule Ball," you said.

He looked at you and smiled. "So are we going together?" he asked.

"Cedric... I don't think-"

"Please. I want to go with you."

You sighed, "Ok ok... But if anyone who isn't our friend asks. We are friends."

"Embarrassed of me?" he asked, half-joking, half-serious.

"No. It's just what if they-" Cedric sat up and leaned to press his head against yours.

"The people who love us will understand and the ones that don't will either get over it or have to fight me," he said, smiling.

You sighed, he was right. "Say, you are allowed to leave. Want to go get dinner?"

"Yes, I am starving," he said. He stood up and went to get dressed.

You waited outside the door for him as you thought about what you were going to do. He walked out of the door and you instantly grabbed his hand. he was a little surprised but you just held on as you both walked to go get food. You walked into the Great hall and headed for the Hufflepuff Table. They looked at you and a lot of them smiled and a few even raised a glass to Cedric.

"Congrats! On both." Melissa said. You and Melissa had become friends because of your life subscription to a fashion magazine and she would help you with other things.

"Thanks," Cedric said, squeezing your hand tighter.

"So Booker, I need your opinion."

"On?"

"Dresses. Sprout said we could all go one day and get suits and dresses and I am sure she'd let you come along!" she said. "Now, what color? I feel like a blue or maybe a pink"

You and Melissa rattled on about dresses, colors, and styles. Cedric got to thinking about the egg. He had time but he needed to figure it out or else it bother him for days. Suddenly, an idea hit him. The first trial was fire so it was maybe water.

"Hey, I think I am going to go get a bath and go to bed."

"Okay, see you later," you said to him.

You went back to chatting when a pair of Ravenclaw girls walked behind you, they were just chatting but your ears caught what the dark-haired one said.

"I like Cedric, Do you think he'll ask me to go?"

You felt your heart drop as you looked to see who exactly it was and saw Cho Chang. She was stunning, beautiful, and kind. You felt a twinge of envy.

Everyone had heard it too and they just stared at you. "Well... I guess I will be leaving now," you said. You stood up and almost ran out of the Great Hall. You ran til you slammed right into someone.

"I am so sorry, I just-"

"Boy, you shouldn't be running in the halls, and what is wrong with you?" It was Snape.

"Oh Professor Snape, I was just... I just am not doing too well. Apologies." You started to walk away.

"Wait a moment," he said walking to you. "What has you distraught?"

"It's nothing... You probably won't get it."

"Try me."

You sighed and sniffed, "Well, I liked someone and I thought they liked me too. But... I guess they don't." you said, trying to keep it as vague as possible.

Snape crossed his arms, "First of all, why should you be the one in tears. Second, never let someone make you cry."

"But I..."

"Loves hurts young man. Know when your beat but go on with your life. You only hurt yourself if you try to stay with the memories." He turned and walked away.

He had a point.

Cedric had just got into the water with the egg. He slowly opened the egg and heard a very beautiful voice come out of it. He listened to it several times and made mental notes about it all. He then thought about you and how you helped him with the Transfiguration. He smiled as he sat in the water. He also needed to tell Harry about the eggs. He had to because Harry told him about the dragons.

He heard a door open and he looked to see you. He waved.

"How did you get in?"

"Quidditch Captain."

He remembered that you had replaced the last one. You were a great Keeper and were very competitive. You once had thrown your shoe at the snitch to scare it away from him.

"Well, I figured ou-"

"Cho Chang. Who is she to you? In one minute or less. I will walk out of here Cedric."

"Uh, I... I know her, yeah, We have some of the same classes and she's smart. Why?"

You huffed "Well obliviously she thinks there's more to you two?"

Cedric turned to fully face you, "What are you on about?"

"She wants you to ask her to the Yule Ball and-" Cedric grabbed your hand.

"Baby. Listen, she might want me to, but I would never. I already have the best date."

You sighed, "You need to start letting me finish my sentences."

It was the day You all went to go grab your suits and such. The previous week, you all had gone and gotten measured and ordered which suits and dresses you wanted.

 You had received a letter that your order was in so you and Cedric walked hand in hand, falling a little behind the group, to go grab the outfits. You all also talked about going to Honeydukes which Cedric responded with the worst thing you ever heard.

"I would but he's already sweet enough." Cringe radiated along with laughter through the group. You had also dragged Rich and Daniel along.

"We aren't even attending the ball, why do we need to come along?" Rich complained.

"You need the sun."

"It is literally snowing."

Despite their complaining, they were having a good time and even reconsidered not going when they met Melissa and her friend, Emma.

You had made it to the shop and began to look at the suits that had come in for you. You grabbed yours and made your way to go change. You took off your clothes and looked at the suit and noticed how finely it had been made. 

You started with the button shirt and noticed something. The neckline went down further than you planned. This is what you got for refusing to wear the typical ones. Dammit. You put on the rest of the suit and turned to the mirror and it spoke.

"Looking good handsome!"

You shook your head and pulled back the curtain to see Cedric and Daniel, waiting for a dressing room to open. Daniel nudged Cedric to look at you and when he did, he turned red in the cheeks and his jaw dropped.

"Cedric. Flies."

He shut his mouth, "You look great." he mumbled out. You laughed as you turned back, shut the curtain, and rushed to change back into your normal clothes.

Cedric looked amazing, not surprised but he could help but make it look like he walked fresh off the runway.

"He could go into modeling in case the writing thing doesn't work." You said, watching him spin and make sure his outfit looked perfect. You smiled at him and checked himself out in the mirror.

"Stay Humble." Cedric's friend, Carter said.

"I am. Do you think I should get a haircut?"

Groans erupted. There was nothing wrong with wanting to look good, especially for a special occasion.

You walked in next to Cedric. He put his arm out for you to loop yours around. You walked at an okay pace and felt eye glue to the two of you. You felt so nervous and like you were sweaty. You looked at Cedric, who looked like it was nothing but a thing.

 You heard whispers and you felt like you were going to vomit if Cedric didn't walk faster. You looked at the people and, despite your feelings a lot of them had genuine smiles, not joking or malicious ones. You felt the nerves wash off a little bit.

You eventually separated, he went to get drinks and you went to claim a table. You saw Melissa and her date, your friend, Daniel so you flagged them over.

"So, Where's Cedric?" Daniel asked.

"He went to go grab a drink." you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

You looked to see Cho Chang and one of her friends.

"Booker. I am really really sorry. I didn't think you would have heard me cause I thought you were sitting at the Slytherin table and I didn't know you and Cedric were a thing.”

You looked at her and smiled, "It's alright. I typically do sit at the Slytherin table and you didn't know. I am sure you weren't the only one with a crush on him. I really appreciate your apology."

"Oh, that's a relief. Thank you and have fun!" she said as her friend pulled her onto the dancefloor.

"Alright. Which one of you told her?"

"Actually I did." you heard Cedric say as he returned.

"Oh my god.."

"I knew it upset you. Don't worry I was really nice about it and she actually said we look cute together."

"That's sweet of her," you said, sipping the drink.

"Yeah," he said, drinking some of his own, "Do you want to dance?"

"I suck at it but yes."

You took Cedric's hand as he led you to the dance floor. He slowly placed his hand on your waist, "One of us has to lead." he said, smiling at you. He then began to swirl and spin you around the dancefloor. You laughed as he tried to spin you as fast as he could and he attempt to dip you. 

After the slow dances were the more enjoyable dances in your opinion. You had to take off your suit jacket to keep up with him and his dance moves. You grew to love the feeling of his hands on your hips and the sight of him looking at you like you were the most beautiful person he'd ever seen.

You and him were growing very tired and had gone to sit down at the table. He sat right beside you and leaned into your ear to whisper.

"You looked beautiful." Now, wait a minute. There was something else besides love in that. You felt your face flush as his hand came up to sit on your upper thigh.

"Uuh, Cedric.. We are-"

"Shh. Let's go. it's almost midnight anyway." He said, "Only if you want to though?" he said with a smirk. No matter what smile he had, you loved them.

You and him walked out into the hallway, he gently pulled you along.

"You aren't the only one with a hideout." he said as he came to a very old-looking door. It was a smaller room but you couldn't get a good look because Cedric shut the door and pressed you up against it.

He gently pressed his lips against yours. He was always gentle at the start. Slowly he started to get a little more forceful, you pressed back and looped your arms around his neck. He lifted you off the door and pulled his lips away.

"We know where this is going to go, right?"

"Yeah," you said, slightly out of breath.

"Do you want it to?"

You thought for a moment. "Yes."

He smiled. He sat you down on top of an old desk and he slowly went to kiss your neck. You sat there, skin heating up as he kissed and sucked places on your skin.

"You are so tense. Relax. I will take care of you, baby." he muttered.

"It feels good..." you breathed out. You breathed in Cedric. He always smelled like parchment, honey, and warmth.

He slowly peppered more kisses to your jawline.

 You felt you should tell him.

"Cedric." you managed to strangle out.

"Hm?" he made a noise to let you know he was listening.

"This is the first time."

He pulled back and looked at you, "You mean?"

You shook your head. He smiled and pulled you into a hug.

"Uh... okay."

"What?"

"It just wasn't the reaction I was expecting is all."

"What? Expected me to go 'What a loser.' ?"

"Kind of." he frowned at that as he went to kiss you again.

"I would never say that or even think that of you," he said before reaching to undo his bowtie. You started to undo the buttons on your shirt.

"Wait," he said. You stopped.

"What? Is someone coming?"

"No, I just... if this is your first time, we are not going to do it on a desk."

"Cedric- It's.."

"It's important to me."

You both decided to wait. Wait til after he won the tournament.

You weren't asked to observe but you were asked to aid. You didn't exactly know what they wanted but they gave you a potion and slowly you fell asleep. Before you took your trip to dreamland you heard 'They'll recuse th-' and you were out.

Cedric wondered where you were until they explained what the task was: Find a loved one in the lake. One problem he saw right away was that the lake was so huge. He remembered what the egg had said but he figured the 'something dear' would be an item or something besides a person.

He planned on using the bubblehead charm and when the signal was fired he jumped into the water. He slowly began to swim. The water was frigid and he was frozen in shock for a moment but he began swimming.

'Why in February?' he thought as he felt even colder as he swam downward. He pulled out his wand.

"Lumos" he mumbled. A light began to shine from the tip of his wand. He looked for the other champions but didn't see one but he heard a whoosh and a pop behind him. He looked down at the grassy forest and realized what was down there.

"Lumos Maxima!" he shouted, still muffled by the bubble. A huge blast of light illuminated the surrounding area. Grindylows hated light and he figured this would be the best way to stun and distract them. He kept swimming.

He thought about you and that's when he remembered something: You can't swim. He immediately picked up the pace. 

He saw what appeared to be four floating figures and one free, swimming one. Harry Potter. Cedric swam to him and saw that the boy had grown gills! Gilly weed, of course! He nodded at Harry and looked to point a half transfigured Viktor. Cedric cut you loose and swiftly swam upwards.

You breathed in as soon as your head reached above the water.

"Oh shit! Holy Jesus, what the- Cedric? Why am I in the lake?" you spat, clinging to him.

"Shh, I got you. Calm down," he said as he swam towards the ladder. He lifted you to McGonagall and you grabbed her arm to pull yourself up. 

You took a towel and wrapped yourself in it. You felt like half drownded cat as you hook your hair and head in the towel and then you remembered: Cedric. You turned and saw him climbing out of the lake. 

You grabbed his towel and started lecturing him.

"Honestly! You could've froze to death! What in the world are you wearing? They make wetsuits!" you fussed at him as you dried his hair and whipped his face.

He began to chuckle, "Ok ok, Mom, chill! It wasn't that cold. Give me the towel, It is colder up here than down there." he said. 

You handed him the towel and he smiled at you. He noticed your face was still a little wet and he gently patted it dry, "You worry so much."

You shook your head at him and just smiled.

You were wrapped up in two blankets and your head was wrapped in a warm towel. You already had a start of a head cold before they shoved you into the frigid lake. Bad sinuses ran in your family: A strong wind could give a near-death experience; Whining and overreactions also ran in your family. You could have sworn there were mini icebergs floating in the water. 

You pulled one of your arms out of the blanket wads and reached for your tea. You had insisted that you didn't need to go to the infirmary but now it sounded pretty nice. You looked out the small window and cursed the climate. 

A February snow. 

You closed your eyes as you imagined yourself at the lake house your parents owned where the temperature was also a good fifteen degrees warmer than anywhere else.

 Along with your terrible blight of physical sickness, you felt a little homesick; Your mother always took care of you when you were sick. She could have easily cured you with a potion but she said it would be better for your immune system if you fought off the illness naturally.

You raised up a little bit when you heard the door of the commons open. You sighed as you saw Cedric.

 The man with a strong immune system who hadn't succumbed to your germs but he was pressing his luck. "Are you feeling any better?" he whispered into the mostly dark room. 

He obviously couldn't see your blanket hive, towel, and shaking hands holding a cup of a nasty, healing tea.

"I'm Fine." your hoarse creeky voice huffed. 

Even though you knew you weren't fine you still rolled your eyes when he sighed out.

"Obviously not."

You laid back on the sofa with a huff and a groan. He slowly walked around and sat on the arm of the sofa. 

He smiled down at you. "You get grumpy when you are sick. Why aren't you in bed?"

"We all know the first years can't wash their damn hands and if I go up there like Sickie McGee, they will die." you mildly joked.

"They have yet to master the magic of soap but this cannot be comfy." He said.

You scoffed, "The arms aren't, idiot but the actual sitting part is quite nice."

"Still and wouldn't it make more sense for you to not be in the commons where everyone is well... comming if you are worried about the spread of whatever you have?"

He was right, "They are called Common rooms because the community is supposed to communicate in them. But you have a point," you looked at his face that dripped with accomplishment, "It isn't a big one but it's a point."

"Can you let me have one win? Pretty please?"

You rolled your eyes, "Nope."

He slammed his hand to his chest, "Oh! Right in the heart!" he fell to the carpeted ground. 

You smiled softly. "If you wake them up, we're going to be in trouble." You smiled as he stood up and walked to sit on the sofa. He was really pushing it.

"Trouble? My middle name!"

You rolled your eyes, "No, it's Daryl. And how have you been getting away with all this sneaking out anyway?"

He raised his eyebrow, "Did Juliet ask Romeo all these questions?"

You stared at him, "Who?"

"It's a play written by a muggle poet, William Shakespeare. It's a story about two-star crossed lovers whose families hate each other. Romeo sneaks to see Juliet out on a balcony or something like that."

You closed your eyes as you sat your tea back down, "Well, I guess our balcony would be the windowsill. I don't think our families would hate each other."

"One day, we'll all get together and have breakfast."

You smiled as you laid your head back, "You wouldn't like my father, though."

"Why?"

"He said if I ever date anyone who can't cook, he'll die on the spot."

"I guess I better practice."

Roger Booker was smoking his cigarette, grey smoke lingering around him. Under his bushy black eyebrows, his icy blue eyes glanced from the clock to his book and back. 

He swept his greying hair back and his free hand went to fix a hair on his mustache, twisting it to shape.

 He looked at the pot of tea his son had made and reached to pour himself a cup but your voice stopped him.

“Dad! That’s for when Cedric gets here.” He had agreed to let you invite Cedric over on the winter holiday before you both were due to return before the Yule Ball. And he was slowly regretting it.

“When is he going to get ‘ere then?”

“Dad, most wizards have issues with our kind of money and he may be confused in a cab or something like that.”

Your Dad scoffed, “You’d think they’d have a class on it.” Despite Roger being magical, he didn’t call himself a wizard since he barely knew anything about it and had no formal magical education. 

However, his wife, a talented witch, insisted in him learning some magic since their kids may be magical.

“We have muggle studies.”

Your Dad looked at you just as the door rang, you stood up and walked to it and smiled when you saw a familiar face. You invited him in and your Dad stood up to see if the boy was as interesting and amazing as you had made him out to be.

 He was surprised to see just a teenager: Average height, brown eyes and brown hair with natural highlights. Just average and mildly underwhelming from how much you talked about Cedric.

He didn’t know what he was expecting but he wasn’t it. 

He knew that witches and wizards didn’t always fly around on broomsticks and walk around in pointed hats and wild colored robes but he was wondering if this was actually the guy. 

Still, he walked up to him and extended a hand to the boy, “Roger Booker.”

Cedric took his hand and shook it, “Cedric. Cedric Diggory.”

“This is good,” you thought, “He hasn’t star-“

“So, you are a wizard. Are you any good?”

Shit. You knew Cedric, he was going to try to impress your Dad and it was going to end terribly.

Just like you predicted, Cedric pulled out his wand but instead of firing off sparks, he simply went, “Lumos Maxima!” Making the room light up.

You looked at your Dad’s face, seeing very little change. You sighed, your Dad wasn’t trying to be mean, he just didn’t get it. 

Cedric put out the light and looked at you, you smiled back. You all had walked to the lounge and sat down.

“So, Mr. Booker, what do you do?”

“I am a professional photographer. I take photos for events and special occasions.”

Suddenly an idea popped into Cedric’s head, he reached for his wallet, “Then I think you’ll like this.” He pulled out a photo of him and his family. 

He handed it to your Dad and you watched as a pleasant soft smile formed on his face.

“I haven’t seen one of these in years. I took a lot of photos and we didn’t put up the moving ones because we often hosted parties and other people might… You know, ask a few questions.”

You grinned, “I vividly remember the parties.”

Your Dad laughed, “I remember you serving ‘drinks’”

“Drinks?” Cedric asked.

“He walked around with cups of chocolate milk. People, nit wanting to be rude, took them and drank from them. Turns out, the milk had gone bad. “

Cedric chuckled as you shook your head. “Well, in my defense, the milk was on the counter and it was easy to reach.”

“We all learned a valuable lesson that day.”After a few more embarrassing stories and happy memories, it was time to cook. You stood up and walked to the kitchen, leaving Cedric and your Dad to talk.

You brushed back your hair, washed your hands and put in your apron. For the first course, you were going to prepare a garden soup. 

You grabbed a knife as you looked for the the yellow squash, zucchini, tomatoes and bell peppers. You reached for a large pot and set it in the stove, lighting it gas with a flick of your wand.

 You walked to the pantry and pulled out some chicken stock, garlic, rosemary and thyme.

You swished your wand and watched as the knife slowly began to chop the vegetables. 

You added the chopped garlic to the pot with a little butter to turn the garlic golden, you followed with the stock and aromatics. It was boiling when you added the vegetables and you turned it to a rolling simmer before putting on the lid.

You began preparing the sides for the main course: fondant potatoes and a mixed salad. You chopped the lettuce for the salad, you diced up some carrots and sliced some cucumbers. 

You went to the fridge to grab some cheese to shred when you heard a loud thud and a shatter. You shut the door and ran to the living room.

You looked in horror when you saw it: your mother’s urn and ashes were on the ground. You looked at your Dad who looked as if he was about to explode with anger. 

You pointed at the web with your wand, “Repairo.” The urn slowly came back together, your Dad opened it and pulled out his own wand, “Wingardium Leviosa.” The ashes began floating and he moved them to the urn and gently put them back.

“What happened?” You asked.

Your Dad was just hugging the urn so Cedric spoke. “The cat jumped up and she bumped the urn and it fell and I tried to catch it and I… I hit into the wall.” You walked to your Dad, who just turned and walked upstairs

You looked at Cedric with a sad but understanding look, “Thank you for trying to catch it. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Is he mad?”

“No. Just really sad. It hasn’t been easy for him. He… he misses her more than anything. He’ll sit down here and hold it when it gets really rough. He doesn’t handle change well.”

Cedric walked to you and took your hand. “I think it’s brave.”

“Him? Oh he really is.”

“No, you.”

You looked at him with confusion.

“Besides when you first told me about her, you never seem to grieve. Your Dad seems to do it a lot and you have every right to do it but you don’t.”

You sighed as you pulled him back to the kitchen, you shut the door. “It isn’t bravery. It’s just trying not to… lose myself in it.” 

You were slowly starting to choke on tears you held back, “There are nights I cry so hard I can barely breathe and I give myself a headache. If I cried every time the urge and feeling hit me, I wouldn’t stop.”

Cedric pulled you into a hug and your tears began to fall. He held you tighter as the sniffles turned into sobs you muffled on his shoulder. He felt a few tears fall down his face as he silently listened to your sounds of pains and a few spoken words about fairness and how it hurt. After your breathing returned to normal with a few hitches, he let you go. You held a hand up to his face and wiped his tears, which made a few more fall from his beautiful brown eyes.

Suddenly the record player began to play, leaving the two of you confused, you turned to the door which you saw closing again. You smiled as you heard the song slowly fill the kitchen. Cedric and you decided to practice for the ball.

Roger Booker walked back upstairs, leaving his wife’s urn on the mantle. He walked to his room and grabbed a few picture frames including a small oval picture frame before walking back down stairs. He placed it beside the urn. 

He watched for a minute as he saw the blonde woman smiling and laughing as she swung her son around in the garden. He watched as she swooped you back up into her arms. 

He smiled as a tears dripped down his face and got caught in his mustache when the ran down the side of his nose.

He put up a wedding photo of her throwing the bouquet and him looping his arm around her waist, proceeding to spin her before kissing her.

He placed a picture of two little girls who were holding a baby on the wall beside a award he won for his photos.

He then put one final photo up. It was in the center of the mantle. You were seven and were forced to wear a bow tie. 

Your older sister who was 12, was holding the cat and smiling with her braces shining and eyes glittering. The oldest who had just turned sixteen was standing beside your mother, looking like a spitting image of the older and taller woman.

The woman, your mother, the tallest, stood roughly in the middle. She was willowy and had a soft smile as her image turned to look at her husband. 

Roger looked back at her before looking to the camera, he used to have chocolate brown hair and a full beard instead of just a mustache. He smiled as he evened up the photo, he took a few steps back and watched as the pictures of the wonders in his life moved.

He heard laughter coming from the kitchen as he walked back upstairs. Cedric was anything but average and he thought his son could do worse but it would be kind of hard to do better.

Cedric woke up because of a strong ray of winter sun. He rubbed his eyes before slowly opening them. He sat up with a light yawn and groan. He got up off his bed and he turned around to begin making it. As he straightened his pillow, he remembered something. He flung around and ran to his calendar, he then picked up a letter you had written. 

Today was the day! You were going to come over this Thursday and on Monday you and him would side aparate with his Dad to Hogsmede and walk to Hogwarts.

Cedric ran to the bathroom to grab a shower and get ready. Due to his running, Amos looked up to make sure his son wasn’t about to fall through the floor or come down the stairs missing an arm. He sighed as he stirred his and his wife’s morning tea, she came to grab her cup before looking at him and grinning.

“Amos, do you remember what today is?”

He didn’t, “Well it isn’t our wedding anniversary. It isn’t February so it isn’t Valentine’s Day… No dear, I think I have forgotten.”

She huffed, “Today is the day we meet Cedric’s boyfriend!”

Amos sighed, “We’ll at least I was on the topic of love.”

She smiled and lightly laughed before walking to the window. “Do you think he’ll like us?”

“We’re great! The real question is if we will like him.” Amos said, lightly burning his tongue on the tea.

“Amos… This is serious! Cedric is absolutely crazy about him.” She said.

He sat down his cup and walked to her,“Carla, he’ll love us.”

Cedric had just got out of the shower and was looking at himself in the mirror, he ran a comb through his hair before drying and fluffing it out with his wand. He then brushed his teeth when he realized that you said you’d be there at ten. 

He stuck his head out the door and yelled “Mum! What time is it?”

“Half past eight, sweetheart!”

He sighed in relief, spit out the foamed toothpaste, put on his bathrobe, and walked to his room where he right for his closet. He pulled on a pair of jeans and an off-white sweater, dug around, and found an old pair of brown boots. He got dressed and laced up his boots before walking downstairs. He looked at the clock to see only two minutes had passed.

He huffed, sad that it would still be a while til you arrived. Carla and Amos looked at each other, Amos sighed and Carla smiled. "Cedric, come to have a spot of breakfast, sweetheart," she said.

Cedric turned and walked into the kitchen. Amos looked at his son, whose sadness was on his face as he looked at the clock in the kitchen. "Ced, a watched pot never boils."

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[avada-imagines]

Hated Love

Cedric Diggory x Slytherin Reader Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Enemies to lovers Cedric Diggory fanfic. A/N: First fanfiction in over 5 years; I hope you enjoy x

It was a cloudy afternoon. Black cloaks glided as the wind carefully pushed the students' robes just slightly behind them. Sounds of laughter and footsteps echoed the dark-colored halls of Hogwarts as students roamed around going from class to class.

On the other hand, I was sitting by a window enjoying the deafening silence of people watching while journaling my thoughts on a piece of parchment paper. Life has been hectic lately as quidditch practice has started. My time is mainly spent studying or in practice. I barely had time for myself, so I started journaling to keep myself as sane as possible.

“y/n! Are you coming to practice today?” My friend Draco Malfoy yelled while walking toward me. “Oh, yeah, I am, just finishing something, and I’ll be there,” I said nonchalantly as I would do anything than go to practice right now. Sometimes I feel like I cannot catch a break. That my life will always be about my studies and quidditch. Sometimes I feel guilty for feeling this way, but sometimes I feel like I’m burning myself out.

Either way, I was not excited about practice. I knew I could not miss it, we have a huge game against Hufflepuff in a few days, and I am determined to score for Slytherin. I gathered my belongings and headed to the quidditch field with Draco. I sometimes wonder why I am friends with this bloke, we are literal opposites, but we’ve been friends since our first year.

I finally reach the girls' locker rooms and quickly change into my quidditch uniform. I am a chaser which allows me to release any anger, stress, and anxiety I have while throwing the quaffle into one of the hoops. I complain a lot about playing quidditch, but deep down, it probably benefits me more than I think despite getting bruises all over my body and constant injuries. – After quidditch practice, I slowly walk the now empty halls of Hogwarts. I can barely keep my eyes open as my body is sore from the tasking practice I just had. As I walked closer to the Slytherin common room, I noticed a tall, lanky figure ahead of me.

'Wait, I know that figure anywhere,’ I thought. It was my enemy, my nemesis, Cedric Diggory.

I don’t know why but that man just annoys me. I can’t tell if it’s his demeanor, voice, or his overall presence. ‘Fuck,’ I muttered as I slowly approached him. ‘Wonder what he has to say today.’ I thought in my head.

“Well don’t you look beautiful today, y/n,” Cedric said in the most sarcastic and snarky way. I would beat this guy up if I wasn't so tired, but I have literally no energy. “Don’t you have shit to do, or are you here to frustrate me, as usual?” I said with full attitude.

“Hmm, let me think. Oh wait, I can tell you’re just coming from practice. Gonna beat me this time, baby?” Cedric said while getting closer to me, taking small steps towards me as he talked.

“We all know you won out of pure luck so don’t brag. Okay, babe?” I said while inching my face to his. I could smell a hint of mint and cologne, which shocked me a bit.

I don’t want to admit that I enjoyed his scent because nothing about him will ever be attractive. I guess this one time, he smelled a little too good.

“Oh and just for the record, I will beat your ass Diggory. This game is mine, got it?” I said with the last ounce of sassiness I had left. “Whatever you say, my love. May the best person win.” Cedric said with a mocking chuckle. God, that guy will forever piss me off.

Finally, I left Cedric’s gaze and continued walking to the Slytherin common room. I could not wait to wash off and go to bed. – Today is game day. Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff. I woke up this morning feeling nervous, excited, anxious and stressed. So many feelings just for one morning. However, this is an important day. I need to redeem myself and lead Slytherin to victory. Mainly because I need to show Cedric to never mess with me again.

I got up. My feet slowly touched the cold, dark hardwood floors in the Slytherin dormitories. I quickly got ready. Putting on my quidditch uniform and brushing my long hair into a comfortable ponytail. I put on a little bit of mascara just to mask the fact I haven’t slept longer than 5-6 hours a night.

I rushed out of the common room as fast as possible to get breakfast at the Great Hall. While I was walking, I noticed someone approaching me from behind. I couldn’t determine who it was, so I started walking faster. My feet were moving more quickly than my body, and I tripped. Before I could hit the ground, I felt strong hands catch my body.

In shock, I slowly turned to see who had caught me. To my surprise, it was Cedric Diggory. My eyes were wide, and my mind was consumed with confusion. Him, out of all people, had to be the one to save me from my own clumsiness. “Be careful, y/n. Don’t you have a game to play?” Cedric said with a cheeky smile. I felt my face turn a bit red. Shit, I hope my cheeks aren’t noticeable. I can’t let Cedric know how embarrassed and flustered I am. “Were you following me?” That was the only thing I could say. “No, not on purpose. I just wanted to wish you good luck. Didn’t mean to scare you like that. Anyway, I’ll see you on the pitch.” Cedric said while helping me to my feet, slowly releasing his hands off my body.

I couldn’t say anything. I just looked at Cedric while he walked off. Our eyes were still locked on one another until he was too far. ‘What the fuck was that?’ I muttered lightly, trying to collect my composure. – “y/l/n scored 10 points for Slytherin!” Lee Jordan announced into the microphone. Cheers and clapping consumed the field as Slytherin was ahead 70-50 against Hufflepuff. Slytherin flags were all over the Slytherin side of the Quidditch stand. The Hufflepuff side was particularly quiet, more than usual, but they still got some pride going on.

My eyes were on the target, tunnel vision. I had to win for Slytherin. When waiting for the quaffle to be in reach, I would sometimes catch Cedric’s eyes. As if our eyes always meet at any chance we can get. To be fair, Cedric does have some enchanting brown/grey eyes. ‘No, I can’t think about this right now - I have a game to win,’ I quickly thought. Snapping myself back to reality.

Just within seconds, I noticed the quaffle was coming toward me. I charged on my broomstick to catch it. My arm grabbed the quaffle and flew to my opponent's nearest hoop. Within a flash, I threw the quaffle and scored another goal. “y/l/n scored another 10 points for Slytherin! At this rate y/n might secure a spot as captain next year!” Lee Jordan yelled. I’ve always been told I could be Slytherin's captain, but honestly, I have no interest. I have a love-hate relationship with Quidditch. It would be best if someone who really wants it should be captain.

I took a second to acknowledge my view. The crowd cheered with utter excitement, and celebratory yelling filled the pitch. You can hear the Slytherin flags moving from the wind and louder cheers from the people in the tall stands. I enjoy looking at my accomplishments. Moments like this make me feel grateful and proud of myself.

But before I could get back into the zone, a bludger came speeding toward me, which knocked and broke my broomstick, leading me to fall about 20 feet to the ground. As soon as my body hit the field, I was knocked out. – 1 week later My body felt fragile, weak, and in so much agonizing pain. My eyes were slowly opening, and my vision was blurred. My head was aching, almost like a migraine. I could feel bruises all over my upper body. Through my blurred vision, I noticed that my left arm and leg were in a cast.

It took a few minutes, but I was able to fully open my eyes using all of the strength I had. I was quickly aware of my surroundings. I’m in the hospital wing. I looked slightly down and saw how broken I was. Tears started filling my eyes and were quickly falling down my pale face. ‘What happened to me?’ I quietly asked myself while quivering. My voice was softly raspy as if it wasn’t used for a while.

“You took a hit from a bludger, I’ve always hated those things.” I heard a familiar voice say while approaching me. I slowly turned my head to meet the person who was speaking. My teary eyes widened when I saw it was Cedric. “C-Cedric…” I couldn’t say much before I started crying more. My head fell into my right hand, trying to cover my face from him.

I was too consumed with sadness that I didn’t fully acknowledge Cedric moving next to me. My head fell onto his chest when I felt his body brush over my side. I started to cry more while feeling his warmth against my cold and delicate figure.

While quietly sobbing in his chest, I felt his strong hands softly moving up and down my back. One of his hands circled my head, pushing it closer to his chest.

I couldn’t talk. I just fell into Cedric’s touch. As time passed, I could feel my eyes become heavier and heavier. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep on Cedric’s chest. His scent and presence felt safe, like a home away from home. – Cedric was still there when I woke up in the middle of the night. Right by my side. He never left. I looked at him in awe while admiring his soft snores.

‘But wait, isn’t this guy my enemy? Why am I all of a sudden feeling all these emotions?’ My head rests against the stiff hospital pillow while my mind is full of thoughts and feelings. Honestly, it is difficult to describe how I feel about Cedric.

It’s similar to the saying, ‘you want what you cannot have.’ Deep down, I love Cedric. I want to care for and understand him for who he honestly is. However, I know I can’t tell him how I feel.

My head turned to Cedric, looking at him in utter confusion. Out of all the people, why is he here with me? We dislike one another. This didn’t make sense… until it did.

‘No, there’s no way,’ I said to myself. ‘Maybe he just feels bad, and that’s why he is here.’ My gaze landed on the ceiling, and I could slowly feel my eyes closing. I passed out with Cedric by my side. At one point, I could feel his hand brush against my right hand, which I slowly held throughout the night.

The following day I woke up. Cedric was nowhere to be found. Disappointment took over my body as I knew everything was too good to be true. Well, as good as it can be right now.

Madame Pomfrey came towards me with a slight smile, “Glad to see you’re awake y/n. How are you feeling my dear?” “I’ve felt better.” I joked around, causing Madame Pomfrey to chuckle a bit. “Well, it’s reassuring to know your humor is still there.” Madame Pomfrey said while pouring me medicine. “Now drink this, it doesn’t taste very delightful but it will help heal your bones.”

I took the cup from Madame Pomfrey and chugged the medicine. She was right. That was absolute shit.

“Good thing no one ever said magic taste good,” I sarcastically said with a sour look on my face from the medicine. “I know dear, but you must take this every 10 hours. Hopefully in week you’ll be able to leave.” Madame Pomfrey reassured. I nodded. “Thank you, Madame Pomfrey,” I said with a kind grind.

“Wait Madame Pomfrey, I-I have a question.” I said in a hurry. “Yes, dear?” Madame Pomfrey replied with a curious yet concerned look on her face.

“I was wondering, do you happen to know why Cedric Diggory was with me last night?” I asked politely.

“Oh, yes. While you were out cold, Cedric stopped by every day for about a week. He would not leave your side,” Madame Pomfrey said. “I’m not one to pry into someone’s personal life, but I think he is quiet fond of you, Miss y/l/n.” Madame Pomfrey said with a slight smile.

‘I can’t believe it, Cedric was with me this whole time,’ I snap out of my thoughts when I see a familiar figure enter the room. Cedric Diggory. “Mr. Diggory,” Madame Pomfrey said with a hidden smile while exiting the room.

“How are you today?” Cedric said with a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. “I-I got these for you… glad to see you awake,” Cedric placed the flowers in a small vase on top of my hospital nightstand.

“I-I’m a bit better, just took some shit medicine,” I said while admiring the flowers. They are roses and chrysanthemums, my favorite. “W-what are you doing here?” I curiously asked.

“I’ve been worried about you since your accident. I started coming to visit every day. Some nights I would accidentally fall asleep, so Madame Pomfrey would let me stay the night. I guess I was waiting for you to wake up,” Cedric said while looking down. I could tell he was nervous by the way he was playing with his fingers.

Then, my eyes locked onto his like they usually do.

His beautiful brown/grey eyes are tired and slightly red from the lackluster sleep he has been having from staying with me most nights.

“Why would you do that?” I asked shyly and quietly.

“Because, y/n, I like you. I’ve always had. I didn’t want to say anything because I know you think the worse of me. I am sorry for causing that impression of me. It’s difficult for me to be vulnerable. I just end up being a dick. I have a tendency to not want to get close to people. But I’ve always cared for you,” Cedric said with the most sincere eyes.

I’ve never seen this side of him. Cedric is your typical handsome-popular guy that every girl wants. He is typically cold-hearted but humble when he needs to be. However, with me, he was always an asshole. Just continually trying to give me a difficult time by teasing or making immature jokes. He also never took me seriously, which irritated me.

This was different. As if Cedric’s whole demeanor had changed. He looked soft, approachable, kind, and genuine. Now, it’s apparent how naturally sympathetic and empathetic he is.

I was just staring at Cedric with soft, teary, doe eyes. I couldn’t speak. I was too thunderstruck to say anything. Cedric slowly sat down next to me, his eyes still locked onto mine. I could feel his hands caressing mine before delicately holding it.

“I really like you, y/n.” Cedric said while getting closer. “I really like you too, Cedric. I’ve always had feelings for you. I just couldn’t express it, and I never thought I would. I can’t begin to describe how thankful I am for you and everything you’ve done for me since my accident,” I said with slight tears.

Cedric didn’t say anything. He leaned in and kissed me passionately. His hand cupped my cheek while the other was carefully holding my hand. I melted into the kiss. I felt safe as a sense of security rushed through my body.

Cedric pulled away from the kiss, and our eyes met again.

“I love you, y/n.” ‘I love you too, Cedric.” The kiss continued, but this time tears were falling down my face. So many emotions are running through my mind, but I know I love this man. I always have. And I always will.

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[accio-sriracha]

a marylily fic please? <3

YAY ONE I HAVE NEVER WRITTEN BEFORE!

Thank you so much for the request! I hope this is alright for my first attempt haha

I bring you all the good fluff and stuff and a LOT of pining.

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When Words Fail, My Heart Finds Yours...

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Lily Evans climbed the stairs to the astronomy tower, grateful to finally have some time alone. She loved all of her friends, but sometimes being a part of the popular group was... well it was a lot.

"Room for one more?" She asked, knocking gently as she opened the door.

Regulus Black turned from his seat on the half wall, one leg dangling over the edge and a cigarette raised to his lips, "Yeah, c'mon up, Evans." He nodded.

She closed the door behind her, settling against the wall opposite him and dusting off her fishnets. She joined him in watching over the grounds, the people seemed so small from up in the tower.

"You smoke?" He asked, offering her one. She shook her head,

"Not really my thing, no."

He just nodded and turned back to the lawn.

They had shared each other's company here before, both of them outcasts at heart that somehow found purchase in a well known group of friends. She enjoyed his company, his quiet presence was comforting.

"You watch the game today?" She asked, striking up conversation, "Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuffs."

He shook his head, "I don't normally watch the ones I don't play in." He took another long drag, "What was the score?"

"Gryffindor won, I don't know the numbers."

He gave her an amused look, "If I wasn't a Seeker I'd be pissed at you right now."

She only shrugged, "I've never been one for sports."

"Why do you go?"

"All my friends are either playing or watching, its just easier to be where they are."

He raised an eyebrow, "Is it" He asked. She lifted a shoulder again,

"I suppose."

"Are those friends my brother's group?" He asked. There wasn't any real curiosity in his eyes, she knew he was just trying to keep up the conversation. She nodded,

"Yeah. I'm friends with his boyfriend Remus, Peter and I get along really well, I don't know James too well at all though."

"Do you want to?" He asked.

She could tell he was aiming for casual, tossing the cigarette bud to the ground and stomping it out with his combat boot.

But she could see the sudden interest in his eyes when he looked up at her, carefully blowing the smoke in the other direction.

"I don't know. I suppose I should."

"What do you mean you suppose?"

"Well, you know, everyone said he had a crush on me forever ago. I don't know, he's popular and funny and he's got good manners. I probably should get to know him a little better."

"I am going to be honest with you Evans. I don't give a shit about what other people think. It isn't what you're supposed to do. It's what you want to do. What do you want?"

She hesitated, "I don't know. It would be nice to get to know him..."

"But?" He prompted.

"I was just never really interested before."

"Are you now?"

That look sparked again in his eyes, She wondered what it was about Potter that made his eyes alive, that drew out a stronger reaction than the permanant indifferent expression on his face.

"I'm not sure." She paused, looking to the lake again, "No." She whispered, "I don't like him."

"There's someone else." He guessed, studying her own face.

She hesitated once more before she nodded, "Yeah, there is."

"Alright, come here." He muttered, holding out a hand towars her. His chipped black nail polish identical to her own.

"What?"

"Don't give me that look. Come, sit in front of me." He patted the stone again, still holding out his hand.

She stared at him, waiting to see if this was a joke or not. They'd never shared more than a half hearted, smoke hazed conversation. Each one usually about the bigoted arseholes at their school and how they couldn't wait to get out and make a difference in the world.

Despite her confusion, she does as he says and swings her own converse over the half wall, letting him keep a hand on her waist to make sure she was secure.

Her oversized smashing pumpkins shirt she wore like a dress pooled around her hips, she adjusted it carefully to cover the top of her thighs.

He leans forward a little, dropping his voice,

"May I touch your hair?" He asked quietly, "You're allowed to say no."

She narrowed her eyes and nodded, "Fine. But don't you dare push me."

"Well, seeing as that would be attempted murder, I think you're safe, Evans." He laughed softly.

He gathered up a a small section of her hair into his hands, combing his fingers through it gently and making her already poofy curls even poofier.

"Pandora has me do this for her whenvever we have a serious conversation, it helps her relax." He explained.

Lily couldnt help but smile at the way his voice caught on the word serious, it was amusing to think even all those years ago his brother was still tormenting him with the name.

"Tell me about the person you like."

Lily waited for a long time before she spoke, trying to find the right words to say, "Her name is Mary." She started, testing the waters.

If Regulus was surprised it was a she, he didn't show it, he simply nodded and moved on to combing his fingers through a new section.

Lily took a deep breath, steeling her resolve, "She's popular and she's really close with my other friends Marlene, Dorcas, and Alice. She's the one who introduced me to them first year."

Regulus hummed, keeping his touch light and his movements steady as he moved on to braiding.

Lily could understand now why Regulus' friend has him do this, it was a lot easier to speak now that her body was more relaxed,

"Sometimes I wonder about the way she looks at me y'know. It feels like the way I used to see Remus looking at-" She trailed off, not wanting to force him to hear about his brother's love story, "Well, it's just sometimes I think that maybe she likes me, and she just hasn't told me yet."

She could hear Regulus' breathing, slow and calming, she wondered if he was doing it on purpose for her to slow down her own breaths.

"Do you think you could ask her how she feels?" He asked. Lily shook her head slightly, careful not to mess up the next braid he was starting on,

"I don't know if that's a good idea. What if I'm wrong? Wouldn't that just ruin our friendship forever?"

Regulus hummed again, "It's true, things aren't the same once you cross that line between platonic and romantic, but that doesnt mean you can't still be friends."

She sighed, "What if she hates me for this? We're supposed to be best friends, what if she thinks I'm some sort of creep for having feelings for her?"

Regulus gently touched her shoulder, drawing her eyes up to his, "Evans, you're not abusing your friendship with her in any way. Just you worrying about her feelings through all of this proves that. You have nothing to worry about. I'm sure she will still care for you and respect you the same as she always has."

"What if she doesnt?" She asked. Regulus dropped his eyes. She could see he was struggling with emotions of his own,

"We'll then I'm here if you ever need to do this again." He whispered, turning back to focusing on her hair. He pulled the front pieces forwards and started working on a braid to her left side.

"Thanks." She whispered back. He nodded,

"Anytime."

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Lily sat down at lunch, her usual seat between Dorcas and Mary- Marlene and Alice on their other sides- and across from Remus and his friends.

"Where'd you dissappear earlier? I went to ask Mary where you went so I could talk to you about the essay but nobody knew." Remus asked, looking concerned.

Lily shrugged, "I was getting some fresh air. It was a nice morning."

Peter looked up from his plate, "Why do you sound suspicious?" He asked.

Lily's eyes widened, "What?"

Remus placed a hand on his friend's arm, "Wormtail, we've talked about this." He muttered. Peter nodded and went back to his food.

"Talked about what?" Mary asked, joining in on the conversation.

Remus gave a small laugh, "Pete has this weird thing where he can usually tell when people are lying. I had to tell him not to get involved in other people's conversations since it's not always a well received party trick."

"So he thinks she's lying?" Mary asked turning to Lily, "What would you be lying about?"

Peter looked up again, shooting an apologetic look at Remus before clarifying, "I don't think she's lying, just hiding something."

"I'm not hiding anything." She told him, then winced when his eyebrows furrowed, entirely unconvinced.

Sirius looked over then too, noticing Remus' distraction, "What's happening?" He asked, tugging on his boyfriend's sleeve.

Dorcus answered before he could, Lily wasn't even are she'd been paying attention, "Mary's trying to figure out what Lily's hiding."

The way she worded it made Lily's cheeks heat up. She looked away, accidentally finding herself staring at the Slytherin table.

Silver eyes stared back at her, concerned.

This made her blush worse, Regulus cocked an eyebrow.

"I just-" She shook her head, "I just went for some fresh air before lunch, is that really such a crime? Why is everyone getting involved?" She huffed.

"Woah, someone's getting defensive." Marry laughed, poking her side, "C'mon, chica, what's going on?"

Lily could never lie to Mary, it was the one person she never managed to sneak anything past. The name only made her more nervous,

"I was hanging out with Regulus." She blurted.

She hadn't meant to say it, but it was definitley an easier secret to let out than the other one.

Mary's hand stilled on her waist, her eyes wide.

Everyone glanced at Sirius, who sat shocked into stillness, his smile dropping,

"What?" He whispered.

Lily looked past him, Regulus must have read his name on her lips, his own eyes wide with panic.

Sirius turned to look where she was staring, noticing he was already looking too.

"Lily, what the fuck?" He asked quietly.

Sirius and Regulus weren't close, in fact- to everyone who didn't know them- you'd think they hated each other.

But Lily knew the pain on both sides when their names were brought up, she was familiar with Regulus' regretful and pained expression, the one Sirius had on right now.

"You were hanging out with my brother? Why didn't you tell me?" He pressed, waiting for an answer.

She shook her head, "I didn't plan it or anything, it just sort of happened. We both went to the same spot to calm down and ever since it kind of-"

"It's happened more than once?" He hissed.

Remus put a quiet hand on Sirius' arm, his other pulling Sirius' face to look at him.

Sirius let out a breath, closing his eyes for a moment before turning back to Lily, "How um... How is he?" He asked, his voice suddenly small.

"He's okay." She nodded, "Really, he's okay. He misses you."

Sirius looked away, his eyes glued to his and Remus' now interlaced fingers.

"And Potter too, I think." She added, trying to lighten the subject a little.

Potter sat up suddenly, he'd been paying attention ever since he heard her confession about Regulus.

"What? How- when- what?" He stammered.

She shrugged, "I don't really know anything he just acted a little different when we were talking about you." She replied. Maybe bringing up Potter was a bad decision too...

"You- You two... you and him... you talked about me?" He asked incredulously, looking a bit pale now.

She only shrugged, knowing she probably shouldn't say anything else, everything she did seemed to make people panic.

"Prongs? You alright, mate?" Remus asked, looking between both of their pale faces and wide eyes.

James stood from his seat, "I'm gonna head to the bathroom, be right back." He squeaked out before he tumbled over the bench.

Lily turned back to Mary when she felt a sudden hand in her hair, "I like these on you." She whispered, "Did um... did he do them?"

She looked into Mary's eyes, filled with hesitation.

"Yeah, he was trying to help me relax, I guess his friend Pandora and him do it a lot." She spoke without thought.

She really couldn't keep anything from Mary for long. Nothing except the one thing that mattered, the one thing that could tear their friendship apart.

Mary dropped her hand, looking away, "I like that you're making other friends chica. I know it's hard for you sometimes to feel like you fit in here. But just... just be careful okay? I don't want you to get hurt."

Lily frowned, "Reg won't hurt me." She whispered, "We don't really talk much anyways, today was the first time we had a real conversation."

"Do you like him?" She asked.

Lily saw it, that same spark she'd seen in Regulus' eyes when he talked about Potter.

Lily shook her head immediatley, the small braids moving with her, "No, absolutley not. He's a friend... sort of. Nothing more."

Mary nodded, letting out a quiet sigh that sounded like relief, "Okay. You're still my best friend right?" She asked.

"Of course, you'll always be my number one."

Mary pulled her into a hug, her chin resting on Lily's shoulder.

"Love you, chica." She whispered.

"Love you too, Mary." Lily smiled back, tucking her face to hide her blush.

~~~♤~~~

"Hey, do you have any mascara I could borrow?" Mary asked, digging through her makeup bag, "I can't find mine, I think I might've lost it."

It was later that same day, the group was getting ready to go out to hogsmeade. Lily got up from where she sat on Mary's bed, watching her go through her routine,

"Uh... mascara? I think I have that." She nodded.

Lily wasn't that much into makeup, she just loved the way eyeliner looked and sometimes did dark lipstick. Mary was always the one who knew how to use all the shimmery stuff to make herself look different.

"It's a long tube, should say mascara on it." Mary explained, moving on to combing her hair. She used a small brush to gel the little hairs into curvy shapes, it was always Lily's favorite part.

"Here." Lily handed it to her, their fingers brushing together briefly and sending little shocks through her.

"Do you want me to put some on you? I think you look really pretty without any makeup on, but your eyelashes are so long already, they would look good with mascara too."

"On me?" Lily repeated, swallowing hard.

Mary nodded, setting her hair products down and turning to face her, "I don't think you should use and foundation or anything, I really love your freckles." She whispered, her fingers reaching out to brush Lily's cheek.

Lily could feel her face heating up under Mary's stare.

"Thank you." She mumbled.

"Do you mind if I put this on?" Mary asked quietly. Lily shook her head,

"No, I don't mind."

She followed Mary's instructions, sitting on the bathroom counter in front of her. Mary stood between her knees, her fingers holding Lily's face with the lightest touch possible.

"Close your eyes." Mary whispered, a light tickle on her eyelashes startled her and she opened them again.

Mary laughed softly, "It's okay, love, it's just the brush, it won't hurt."

Love. Lily felt her heart flutter.

She nodded and closed her eyes again, letting Mary do whatever it was she was doing.

"Okay, look at me." Mary mumbled. Lily opened her eyes again, finding Mary's quickly. She was biting her lip in concentration, looking at Lily intensely.

It didn't help that their faces were so close together, Lily's heart fluttered faster.

"Blink when I tell you to okay?" She whispered. Lily nodded.

She tried to follow the instructions the best that she could, watching Mary's face as she blinked every other second, the mascara brushing underneath her eyelashes.

"Okay." Mary leaned back a little, "I think it looks good.

She closed the bottle and set it beside them, her hand falling to rest on Lily's thigh.

"You look beautiful, chica." She whispered a soft smile on her lips.

Lily couldn't speak, she could still feel the ghost of Mary's breath across her face, a tingling sensation where her fingers had tipped her chin to get a better angle.

"C'mon, we should find you something to wear." She held out a hand to help Lily down, keeping them together as she walked her to their shared closet.

"I was thinking about the outfit I wore last month, the one with the Fleetwood Mac shirt."

Mary nodded, clapping her hands excitedly, "Ooh, I loved that one! I'm gonna go change, I'll be right out and the bathroom's all yours."

She picked up a pile of clothes from her bed and closed the door behind her. Lily let herself fall back onto the mattress, this had been one very long day.

"Knock, knock." Dorcas walked into the room, followed by Marlene.

"Hey guys." Lily mumbled, not bothering to sit up.

"You alright? Everyone's been worried about you today."

"Yeah I'm okay. Everything's just a little weird right now."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Marlene nodded, "Sirius and Remus haven't left their room all day apparently and James isn't anywhere to be found either. Pete's running around like a chicken with his head cut off, he's got no clue what to do."

Lily laughed softly and shook her head, "I don't know what's up with Potter, but I do feel really bad about hurting Sirius. I didn't mean for anything like that to happen."

"We know, hun." Dorcas walked over and sat down by her side, running a hand through the parts of her hair that weren't pulled into braids, "You and his brother get along, then?"

Lily shrugged, "I guess. It's one of those friends by circumstance situations."

"What do you guys even talk about?" Marlene asked curiously.

Lily's eyes shot to the bathroom before she could stop them, Dorcas raised an eyebrow,

"Does he know?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah, he was talking to me about Potter and then he asked if I liked him and then he could tell there was someone else and it kind of just came out." She let the words whoosh out of her in one breath.

"Hey babes, bathroom is free." Mary called, closing the door with her hip, "Oh, hi guys."

Marlene snorted, "Damn girl, what a weird web you've spun for yourself this time."

Dorcas sighed, "You should just tell her, Lily. It'll make everything a lot easier for both of you."

Dorcas and Marlene shared a look and stood, "We were actually just heading out, see you two in a bit!" Dorcas pulled Marlene out of the room, shooting a look back at Lily.

"Weirdos." Mary smiled as she watched then leave.

"Hey Mary?" Lily whispered. Mary turned,

"What's up?"

"Do you think that-" She cleared her throat, "It's not really important or anything, but I was just wondering if, um..."

Lily looked away again, her face scorching.

Mary frowned and sat down in front of her, "Lils? Talk to me, what's going on?"

Lily shook her head, unable to find her voice.

"Come here." Lily pulled her up and held her against her chest, holding her securely in her arms.

Lily relaxed instantly, letting herself be enveloped by everything Mary.

Her smell, like hairspray and vanilla, her warm voice and caring eyes, her gentle but steady touch.

"I love you, chica." Mary whispered, pulling away to meet eyes.

Lily felt her own get a little wider, the words not forming properly.

Something seemed to click then, Mary's expression changed from worried to searching, hesitation filling her eyes again just like they had at lunch,

"Lily?" She whispered.

Lily looked away.

"I love you." There was something different about the way she said it now, her voice was breathless, her expression serious.

"I love you too, Mary." Lily whispered.

Her eyes dropped to Lily's lips and Lily could feel her entire being freeze in place. Sparks of anticipation shot through her.

Oh, Merlin, how did they end up here?

The next thing she knew she was being pulled into a kiss, her heart slamming against her chest, their hands coming up to hold each other closer.

"I love you." Mary breathed when they broke apart, "Fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you too." Lily smiled, kissing her again, and again, and again, "I always have."

It wasn't exactly the huge, production level confession she was expecting. It was small and wordless, something private and so entirely theirs.

They didn't need to say anything for them both to know exactly how strong they felt for each other, and they walked down the stairs to the common room a half hour later, smiling and holding hands, feeling their friend's eyes on them the whole way.

"We're dating." Mary spoke, breaking the confused silence, she had a proud smile on her face as she looked over at Lily, "This is my girlfriend."

Girlfriend. Lily found she loved that word.

Lily's confession to hanging out with Sirius' brother led them to talking again too. Regulus was brought to their weekend hogsmeade trips, and even sometimes found perched on the arm of the couch in the Gryffindor common room, talking with his brother in low voices and hesitant smiles.

That was probably a good thing, seeing as they would stay girlfriends for a long, long time.

~~~♤~~~

A month had gone by and Lily and Mary were happier than ever, they fit perfectly together, like they were made just for this.

They were all giggles and urgent touches as they flung open a broom closet in a deserted corridor, tumbling inside without breaking their kiss.

A muffled groan of pain and a surprised hiss sounded before the lights flicked on.

Inside, in a very similar position to them, were James Potter and Regulus Black, making out.

Lily gasped, her eyes wide.

"So..." Regulus flushed, looking up at Lily, "I see you and Mary got together." He started awkwardly.

She rose an amused eyebrow and glanced at Potter, "And I see you finally managed to snog Potter."

Potter's face went bright red and he hid himself in the crook of Regulus' neck.

"I think we should probably give them some space." Mary finally decided, pulling Lily's hand and closing the door behind them.

The four never spoke of the incident, but the boys came out to the group a week later, both of them flicking glances at the girls the whole time.

It was perfect, everything was exactly as it was meant to be. Lily and Reg continued their chats on the astronomy tower, gushing about their partners and complaining as always about anything and everything else in the world.

Lily couldn't help but smile as she held her girlfriend while she slept, the girl who- just a month ago- was so completely unattainable in her eyes.

She was never happier, and she supposed she had Regulus to thank for a lot of it.

~~~♤~~~

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SafeHouse || Fourteen

Previous

"Oh, uh, he was just asking if I had a date" I said

"why? what did you say?" Draco asked me, turning his head quickly, to look at me.

"The truth, that I didn't, then he said the weirdest thing"

"What, ask you out to the ball and you said no?" Theo mocked

"No. He's going with Tracey Davis, He said that him and some others thought that I was dating one of you three! Who the hell in their right mind would think that!" I demanded

"Yeah, who would ever think that...ridiculous" Draco said quietly

"I know right, like you could actually get anyone with that face" Theo teased

"leave me alone, I've gone through enough today, I had to dance with Snape" I shivered making the guys burst into a fit of laughter at the memory. "Quit laughing! Its not funny- its traumatising!" I glared at them.

"I- I'm so s-sorry, its just soo ahh god" Theo said through laughs, wiping away a tear.

"Why were you late?" Draco asked

"I got lost" I shrugged

"You've been at this school for over a year, how did you get lost? How hard is it to find the Great Hall?" Theo said, blinking rapidly.

"I think we should leave the Hall now, I'm tired" I yawned and stood up to leave

"She's avoiding the question, but why?" I heard Theo say to them before standing up as well.

Walking out the Hall I saw Ron and friends walking up to the stairs

"Oi! Ron!" I called to him, He stopped, turning to see me

"Keira! Guess what, the best thing happened" Harry rushed to say

"What's up?" I asked

"Ron had to dance with McGonagall in dance lessons" He wheezed

"Merlin's beard, that is so embarrassing, did you twirl her like a gentleman?" I laughed

"What like Snape twirled you" Theo said from behind me, making me freeze

"Shut up Nott!" I barked at him

"What?!" Ron roared with laughter "You danced with Snape, that is so much worse!"

"Shut up, Ron its not funny!" I glared at him

"Yes it is! Wait till the others hear of this"

"Don't tell Fred and George, They'll never let it down!"

"I know, thats why I will, so they forget about me" He smirked

"I hate you so much, anyway, you got a date yet?"

"No, you ?" He asked

"No-"

"Hey, Keira Weasley? I was wondering if you-" A Hufflepuff boy in Sixth year started

"Can you see that we're talking here? Bugger off!" Ron told them "You were saying?"

"No, I don't either, why don't you just take Hermione" I suggested

"Can't, "apparently" she has a date" Ron rolled his eyes

"Excuse me, Ronald! I Do have a date!" She told him, huffing

"Oh really? tell me who it is then" Ron told her, Harry stood between them looking awkward

"You're joking!" Draco said "You're not telling me someone's asked that to the ball?"

"What, Jealous you couldn't ask Her? I would be honoured to take Hermione to the ball, You know what Rita wrote about her, I'm mad someone got there before I could" I said

"What! No, I'm anything but jealous" Draco said, I caught the light pink blush seeping through his pale face

"shut up then, You make it so hard to be friends with, Honestly" I rolled my eyes "I'll see you later" I waved to the trio before walking back to Theo, Blaise and a pissed off-looking Draco.

"Wait, do you guys have dates?" I asked when we neared the Slytherin Common room

"Draco does" Theo stifled a laugh "Don't ya mate"

"Shut up" Draco snapped, glaring daggers at him

"Who?!" I asked eagerly

"Parkinson, asked her whilst they were dancing" Blaise smirked

"What about you, Blaise, Theo?"

"I'm going with the ever so lovely, Daphne Greengrass" Theo grinned

"My dance partner had a date, your dance partner" Blaise shrugged

"Wait! I know" I said

"What?" Blaise looked at me quizzically

"Why don't we just go together? We both don't have dates"

"Yeah because you practically turned half the school down" Theo muttered

"sure, why not" Blaise smiled at me "Be my date, Weasley?"

"Why of course Zabini" I curtsied.

•

Christmas day was finally here, Jumping out of bed, I grabbed the pile of presents, For me but also the ones I planned to give to the three and rushed for their dorm.

"Christmas!" I yelled to wake them up when I burst in, Causing Theo to fall off his bed

"Shut up, Weasley!" Draco groaned, rolling over

"What time is it?" Blaise asked

"Early, wake up!" I said

"Keira! What the hell, you scared the shit out of me"  Theo shouted at me

"Okay, I have presents!" I said with the extra sparkle of jazz hands

"When did you get them? We're always with you" Blaise asked

"Guess not, This one for Blaise, this one for Draco" I dropped his presents on his bed before shoving him to wake him up "And this one for Theo, Hurry up and open the small one's first!" I said "Draco, wake up or God help me, I'll hex you so bad"

"Fine! I'm awake!" he huffed before reaching for the presents

"What the hell" Theo stared at the Silver chain necklace I had got him

"Hm, I got a bracelet" Blaise smiled at the Silver bracelet.

"I got a ring" Draco looked at the Black Ring

"Are these...Friendship bracelets, rings, necklaces?" Theo asked, looking up at me

"No. we're not that close, Just open the other presents" I gestured at the other presents

"Okaaay, I see what's going on" Blaise said after open his smokey green coloured notebook. Draco had opened his forest green notebook and Theo had juniper green.

"Just shut up, last ones" 

"Hey! I got you these for Christmas last year" Theo said after opening his presents contains his favourite sweet filled socks.

"D'you wanna explain, Weasley?" Draco asked

"Well after not telling me about the presents last year I decided to get my own back and get you guys contrasting, now we are all equal and I wanted to get you all different things and things that I thought would suit you more, Theo you look like a chains guy- no, not in that way- stop it! But Draco, you are definitely a ring sort of guy and Blaise has nice wrists"

"I have nice wrists?" Blaise asked

"Yes, now let me open my stuff then we can go breakfast" I said, grabbing the present from mum "Open yours" I waved them off to their own piles from their families.

"What is that?" Draco looked at my jumper, dropping a present from Narcissa

"My mum made it, It's her thing, One bad word And I will take it all back" I glared at him, slipping the green jumper over my head.

"You can't do that, It's mine now" He told me, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

"Mince pie? Mum makes them, they are just the best!" I offered the large pile

"Your mum sounds amazing" Theo sighed, diving in

"She is, You'll definitely have to meet her one day" I said

"I want one" Blaise said reaching for the pile.

"Breakfast time" Theo clapped his hands together

"Hang on, I need to get my siblings presents from my dorm" I jumped up to leave

"Why didn't you just send them?" Draco asked

"Because I like to hand deliver gifts, I feel it makes it more special and personal and everyone's actually here this year and no one's mad at each other, I'll meet you in the Hall." Then I walked off.

•

"Merry Christmas!" I Cheered to The Gryffindors "I have presents"  I dropped one first in front of Fred then George, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny.

"Oi, Do I get one Weasley?" Seamus shouted over the table

"Do I know you?" I faked confusion, the key to pissing a guy off was pretending they are irrelevant to you which he sort of was.

"Shove off Finnegan" Ron told him

"So, you all got dates?" I asked my brothers

"Yeah, you know Angelina, wicked Chaser" Fred gestured to the beautiful dark skinned girl In Gryffindor "Even Ginny managed to get a date, Didn't you Ginerva?" I turned to See Ginny quickly who's face turned to match her hair

"Who?!" I asked her

"Neville Is taking her" Ron rolled his eyes

"Awe, Gin thats great, now you can come to the ball with us, George, who you taking?"

"Well, It was between Katie and Alicia, so of course I took Lee" George grinned at his best mate

"I love you baby" Lee cooed

"Marry me sweetheart?" George asked

"What about you two?" I asked Harry and Ron

"Yes actually, Twins" Ron said

"I'm taking Parvati" Harry Said looking nervously at the girl giggling with Lavender Brown

"Ron's taking my Twin sister, Padma from ravenclaw, do you know her?" She asked me

"No" I flatly before turning back to the guys "good for you guys, Hermione decided to crack yet?"

"Nope" Ron rolled his eyes "What about you?"

"Oh, I have a date, We all know him, We all love him, and he is quite dashing, I give you... Blaise Zabini"I pointed at the Slytherin table, who coincidentally him, Theo and Draco were already staring in our direction

"I beg to differ about us liking him" Ron grumbled.

"You're taking Zabini?!" Parvati asked me "He is so fit!" She squealed to Lavender

"Isn't he just" She squealed back, I felt like something was drilling into my brain at the horrendous noise

"See you guys later" I waved to my friends and family before leaving to my table to have some breakfast

"That took forever" Theo groaned when I sat down

"Thats what she sai- Sorry" I stopped myself

"Why were you pointing at us? what were you talking about?" Draco asked

"They were just asking who my date to the stupid ball was" I shrugged, biting into a piece of toast "Oh, Blaise, you have quite the admirers in Gryffindor" I giggled

"Ew, don't make me sick, I cant tolerate them with their stupid hero complex" Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Literally my whole family are Gryffindor" I blinked

"Well you don't see us hanging out with red and gold, do you?" Theo said

"Point taken" I nodded. 

•

After sitting around the fire in the common room, lazying about and eating sweets, we were back in the Great hall having lunch.

"If you both have dates, does that mean it's just me and Blaise tonight?" I asked Theo and Draco

"Why don't the six of us just stick together" Theo said

"because I'd rather not spend my time with Parkinson thanks, No offence Malfoy, And I don't really know Daphne" I shrugged

"But you share a dorm with her" Blaise said

"Do you see me ever talking to her and the other girls? I only sleep in there, the rest of the time I'm with you dickheads" I said

"Alright, calm down on the name calling" Theo told me, feigning hurt.

"Keira!" Fred called, him and George walking over

"What do you both want?" I asked

"Why do you assume we want something?" George asked "Zabini"

"We hear you're taking our Sister to the ball" Fred said

"Yeah I am" Blaise answered

"Is he a better dancer than Snape?" Fred asked me, wiggling his eyebrows

"He told you" I whined "I'm going to kill him"

"Ah ah ah, Save that anger dear sister" George told me, before him and Fred looped their arms through mine to pull me up

"What, where are we going?" I asked them

"We need another person to make it even" Fred said "Bye Sssslytherins"

Turns out they had brought me into their snowball fight.

I was the Sixth player, the other five being Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Harry. Hermione chose to sit out.

I as well as the others was covered in snow, I could barely feel my fingers when Hermione had said she needed to go and get ready for the ball at Five O'clock.

"What, you need three hours?" Ron had asked, stopping what he was doing to look at her, Giving George the perfect shot to throw a large snowball at the side of his head. "Who're you going with?" He yelled after her

"You do like to make your jealously seen, don't you Ron" I laughed, throwing another snowball at his back

"Shut up, Keira, I'm not jealous, I just want to know who he is" He glared

I had decided to leave half an hour after Hermione to get ready.

•

Walking into my dorm, I was surprised to see The other Girls in there, Davis, Greengrass, Parkinson and Bulstrode were all putting on their dresses and styling their hair.

"Hey, Keira!" Greengrass greeted me

"H-hi" I waved to her.

"So who are you going with to the ball then?" Davis asked, grinning as she continued to braid her hair

"Oh, I'm going with Blaise, we both didn't have dates" I shrugged

"lucky, I couldn't find anyone" Bulstrode sighed

"I wonder why, Millie" Parkinson rolled her eyes "I of course am going with Draco, after all, we are destined for each other" She jutted her chin out, grinning.

"Keira, you're close with Theo, do you think he will like this dress, the colour?" Greengrass asked, Gesturing to her dress

"It looks wonderful, as do you, I'm sure he will love it" I smiled before walking to my bed to get ready, Pulling my dress out

"Woah, that's beautiful, where'd you get it?" Davis stared at my dress

"Uh- I don't know, It was a gift with no name" I shrugged before slipping it on.

"Well it couldn't of been your family, Salazar know's they would never be able to afford anything as nice as that" Parkinson said

"I don't know whether to take that as an insult to my family or a compliment to my dress?" I said honestly, whilst curling my hair with my wand, a spell I had learned in a book Hermione had told me about.

"We should take a picture!" Greengrass had said gleefully.

"I can take it for you, If you want" I offered as she held up her camera

"Oh, thank you so much, girls come on" She waved them over to pose, Parkinson tried acting as though she were a model, pulling the most ridiculous faces. Bullstrode blushed as she stood behind the other three girls.

"Smile" I said before clicking the camera a few times, during the first one Davis had told a joke, making the other girls laugh.

"Brilliant, you all look amazing" I said, handing the camera back

"Wait! Trace, we should do Keira's make up and, your hair looks so nice curled, but what if you grabbed two strands and did- look I'll show you" Greengrass said as her and Davis walked over to my bed. Greengrass did as she was saying, Picking up strands of my hair to twirl and pull together at the back of my head, whilst Tracey made work of Adding blush and light colours of pink, matching my dress on my eyelids

"Did you receive shoe's with that dress?" Parkinson asked me, my eyes going wide

"No, I completely forgot to even think about that!" I said "I was gonna wear my trainers to be honest"

"Lucky for you, Mother sent me a collection to choose from, and I think I have just the pair to go with your dress" She said, catching me off guard.

"Don't act so surprised, Keira" Davis laughed "We're not as bad as your brother and his friends like to say" I caught the blush on Parkinson's cheeks as Davis mentioned my brother. Weird.

"Yeah, so you don't need to avoid us you know" Greengrass said "Although we are aware on how close you are with the Three leaders of forth year Slytherin"

"The what?" I let out a laugh

"You know, they practically rule our year, house and below, Just wait until we're in seventh year, they all come from the wealthiest and most influential families, haven't you noticed how everyone looks up to them and follow their lead"

"No, I just see them as the three weirdo's I decide to spend my time with, they're more annoying then anything" I shrugged

"Awe, You're so gorgeous, I love your necklace, Keira" Daphne said, taking a look at me and admiring my snake pendent when she finished "You and Your little sister are just angels"

"What?" I laughed

"Guess it make's up for your eleven brother's" Pansy rolled her eyes

"I have six brothers" I corrected

"Hey, have you seen the twins in sixth year, My oh My, they're funny and have the looks" Tracey said, making the others laugh.

"We need more Pictures" Daphne said reaching for her camera once again "Keira, come and get in it" She said

"But who's going to take it?" I asked

"Come on, Weasley, Did you forget we are literally attending Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry? We have magic" Pansy said, waving her wand

"Oh, right, yeah" clumsily walking over in the heels pansy had lent me.

"Ready?" Daphne said before clicking the camera. And we all smiled at the camera before Tracey made us crack up once again.

I guess the Slytherin Girls weren't all that bad.

After the pictures, I had slipped out to go see the guys.

Knocking on the door just in case they were changing.

"Who is it?" Theo yelled through the door

"Theo, my ears!" I heard Draco shout at him

"It's me, who else would want to see you gits!" I said

"Come in, Keira" Blaise said.

I pushed the door open and walked in. Draco and Theo stopped their bickering and the three of them just stared

"What? do I look ridiculous- quit staring at me!" I told them

"Woah!" Theo said

"Shut up!" I blushed furiously "You lot don't look so bad yourselves" I admired them in their dress robes, they all wore black. I walked in the room, slipping a few times on the ruddy shoes

"Are you wearing heels?" Draco asked as he caught my arm before I could break my ankle

"Yes. Pansy let me borrow them, and I am beginning to regret it" I bit

"Hey, at least you're not so short" Theo joked

"Sorry, we can't all be lanky string beans like you, Nott" I glared at him.

"Pansy, huh, and what happened to you not tolerating any of them" Blaise chuckled

"That's before they helped me get ready" I said "Are you all quite done with the Ridiculous questions, Blaise, shall we go?" I asked him

"I would love to" He bowed jokingly before looping his arm around mine, Draco letting go of me

"Please don't let me fall and embarrass myself" I looked up to him with a pleading look.

"Of course not" He smiled warmly.

"Oh, the girls look amazing, Be nice to them!" I glared at the other two.

"Since when did she start caring" Theo said to Draco, rolling his eyes before following us.

"Where did you sneak off to" Tracey laughed when we met her and the other girls in the common room

"Went to see the guys" I said, letting go of Blaise's arm to join them "Hey, Miles" I greeted the boy holding Tracey's hand

"Hi, Keira, nice to see you again"

"I want to get some more pictures!" Daphne exclaimed, using Engorgio on her camera which she had slipped into a tiny bag on her shoulder

"Come on, Daph, I think we have already taken enough" Pansy rolled her eyes

"No, I want to get a picture of the four of you" She said, nodding at Theo, Blaise, Draco and I "After all, you do spend all your time together"

"Oh, I don't know, shouldn't we be leaving for the ball?" I said

"No, we still have a while, its either this or waiting in the entrance hall" Miles unhelpfully said

"Come on, Weasley, the camera won't hex you" Theo said before pulling me in so I being the shortest was in the middle of Blaise and Draco, and Theo being the tallest was stood behind me, his arms slung around Blaise and Draco. Blaise had an arm around my shoulders whilst Draco opted around my waist.

Daphne clicked a few, when we had made different facial expressions and relaxed more.

"Amazing, I'll get them all to each of you soon" She said.

"You can't walk in heels, can you?" Pansy asked me when I stumbled away from the guys

I blushed profusely, before shaking my head "No"

"That's okay, we can help you" Daphne said "Look, come over here and we can teach you, right, Pan?"

"Yes, I don't want Weasley embarrassing us" She rolled her eyes, before they led me to the sofa's

"Look, most of it is with confidence" Daphne explained

"And you want to use your hips for balance, switching the weight from side to side" Pansy said "Like this" And she instructed, walking around the sofa.

"Okay, that seems simple enough" I said before trying to do what they showed me 

"There you go!" Daphne cheered "You're a natural"

"Practise, Weasley" Pansy said.

"Are we ready to go, Ladies?" Theo asked

"Hey, Theo" Daphne said to him, smiling widely.

"Daphne, you look nice by the way" He told her

"Is it bad that I'm exhausted already?" I whispered to Blaise, making him chuckle

"We're all used to such events, With our families and stuff" Blaise said.

"really, when?" I asked

"Whenever you weren't staying over at one of our house's there was a ball, Draco didn't want you coming so He managed to convince Narcissa to plan them when you were with your family"

"I should be offended, but I'm secretly relieved?"

"Oh, don't worry, Narcissa adores you so she's already planned to have one when we get back from Hogwarts" He grinned

"Great..."

I was stood with the other five as we waited for the door's of the Great Hall to open

"There's Ron and Harry, I'm gonna go say hi" I told them, and they all scrunched their faces up at the mention of the duo.

But I ignored it and walked off to my Twin brother and his friend.

"Ron, Harry!" I said to them

"Hi!" Ron said grumpily before turning around to look at me, his jaw dropping "What?! Thats not fair! You got that whilst I got this?" He said , pointing at his dress robes

"It's not my fault, I don't even know who sent this to me" I said furrowing my brows

"H-hey, Keira, You L-look lovely" Harry said, blushing

"Cheers Haz, d'you know where Hermione is?" I asked

"No, We haven't seen her since she left at five" Ron rolled his eyes.

"What a delight you are, Ron, Cheer up before you ruin Padma's night, I best be getting back to my own date" I said before walking back to the group, Just before McGonagall called for the Champions

"Grumbling Gargoyles, Is that Hermione With Krum?!"  I asked

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The Professor's Lover- Chapter 1-Come and Get Your Love

-note- this will be going on deviantart (since I use to post there so much but haven't in years) and AO3 soon. Please comment how you like it or not like, I like criticism, it helps a lot. No warning for this chapter, but as y/n ages more warnings will appear -end of note-

*dyslexic writer*

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1993

We crowded the grand staircase today. Of course, there is always a crowd in the mornings before breakfast. The Gryffindors and Ravenclaws are coming down from the towers and the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins are coming up from the dungeons. You emerge yourself, blending in with the other Hufflepuffs.

It was so quiet this morning and it was driving your brain mad. 'The sound of just feet patting and barely any talking isn't a great way to start anyone's morning,' you think to yourself.

You pull out your wand from your sleeve. "Y/n you promise Sprout you wouldn't bug Snape anymore," you heard your best friend Thomas say. His thick, curly black hair was more frizzy this morning than usual. "Who says I'm going to bug Snape," you whisper, "I just want to play some music is all." Thomas rolls his eyes at your comment. You're not bugging the grouchy young Professor. 'No I'm just giving some mood to this boring, quiet, dull morning,' you think to yourself. You flick your wand, making a small note in the air, "canto pro omnis," you shouted and place your wand to your throat. You slightly open your mouth to a drum beat with vocals scream out, "Hey, (hey) WHATS. THE MATTER WITH YOUR HAIR." The 1974 song "Come and Get Your Love" by Redbone is coming out of your mouth. With the beat, the male vocals, and even the guitar strings coming out of your mouth like a muggle radio.

You dance past other students. Some of the Hufflepuffs are clapping and dancing to the beat that bursts out of your mouth. You do a little dance walking up the stairs, seeing some first-year Slytherins smiling and nodding to the song. Looking up a few flights of stairs to see the Weasley twins snapping their fingers to the beat. You thought 'good this should spark some life into this dull morning.' As the first course started to play, all the paintings around the staircases started singing along "COME AND GET YOUR LOVE," every painting that would talk burst out singing, and even the ones that didn't sing made some kinda noise. It felt like the walls were shaking. You immediately stop your spell to look up. It sounded so beautiful hearing every painting singing or playing an instrument even seeing half of the students singing and clapping along. "They must have heard me sing this song so often they got to know the lyrics," you said to yourself. You stood by the entryway to the great hall, enjoying the paintings sing.

When you feel a hand on your shoulder waking you up from your daydream. It was Thomas, his fat face look terrified, "Y/n run." He points behind you, following his finger to see a very pissed-off Professor Snape heading straight towards you. The paintings still haven't stopped singing, nor are they even halfway done with the song. Snape's usually pale face looks redder than you saw before. He slowly climbs up the stairs his right hand is holding on to the railing, the other pushing students out of his way, "L/N." He screamed up at you.

You take off in a sprint up the stairs, "excuse me," you say softly, pushing the other students. You kept going up to the second floor, not even thinking about breakfast anymore. 'If Snape catches me, I'll probably never get to eat again,' you think to yourself. You run past the third-year Gryffindors, including Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

Today is the last Monday of the semester and you refused to get caught up in detention with Snape. You see Neville Longbottom and grab hold of him, pushing him down towards Snape. Neville screamed as he fell, but Snape caught him with a spell and push him out of his way. You started sprinting faster screaming, "SORRY," running towards a group of Ravenclaws who see the yellow rings around your robes and move out of your way.

You run past them, going straight down the third-floor corridor. You do remember a secret passage Thomas showed off in your first year, it was just a few feet from the Charm's classroom. You start to run towards the group of singing paintings. "Damn which painting was it," you said out loud to yourself. You turn around to see Snape slide from around the corner. "L/N, finally got you," he starts walking towards you his robe flowing behind him. Why is he always so cute when he is angry? "You can't wiggle your way out this time," he said before he could finish his sentence one of the paintings fly open hitting Snape in the face and knocking him to the ground. You look at the painting to see it was no other than Sir Cadogen saving the day. "You better hurry little Hufflepuff," he says with a heroic tone. "Thanks, Sir Cadogen I owe you one," you said running into the entrance behind his painting. "To right, you will," he shouted. Closing the painting behind you sealing you away from Snape. "Thank Merlin," talking out loud to yourself. You could hear the paintings finishing up the song as you enter the dark hallway.

You see Filch about to close the doors to the Great Hall. "Sir wait please," you politely shouted. Filch looked up at you and immediately open back up the large door. "Thank you and good morning," you say running past him into the great hall. You see the Weasley twins separate from each other and Fred points for you to sit in between them. You decide maybe hiding with the Gryffindors would be a safe place to hide from Snape. George takes out his wand and turns your yellow stripes into red, you bring up your hood to hide your face.

You look up to notice Snape isn't sitting at the teachers' table. 'I hope he is still knocked out on the third floor,' you giggle to yourself. Before you burst into laughter you hear the doors slam open. You're too scared to even look up at the giant doors to see who it is. "L/N!" You heard Snape's deep British accent scream out fallow by his rabid footsteps heading down the Hufflepuff table, luckily your back is turned from him.

You can feel your leg starting to twitch, scared of what will happen when he finds you.  "Hewitt, where is l/n?" Snape asks Thomas. You usually eat breakfast with him in the morning. "I don't know Professor. The last time I saw her she was being chased up the staircase by you," Thomas said trying to keep calm, but you can tell your friend wanted nothing to do with this situation. You could hear Snape's footsteps walk away from Thomas and start heading towards the Gryffindor table. Your heart starts to pound, and you grab a biscuit hoping he wouldn't notice you. You scarcely look up to notice everyone was staring right at you. You shove the biscuit in your mouth and grab George's pumpkin juice and chug it. Slowly turning yourself around look up and see Snape's black eyes looking down at you with his arms crossed, his black hair now matted up. You swallow your biscuit still looking up at him. He grabs you by the back of your neck yanking some of your hair to pluck you up out of your seat. You notice everyone's eyes are on you, some have sneers most look worried.

Snape waved his wand and the grand hall door swung open with his left hand still clenching tightly on the back of your neck. If you didn't loathe your Professor so much you would actually enjoy the bit of hair pulling.

Snape opens the door to his office and pushes you into a chair. "Why Miss L/N... Couldn't you just have been good for four more days," Snape said with an agitated tone. "Disturbing the peace," he started.

"I was just brightening the mood," you said trying to defend yourself.

"Assaulting a student," he said with a small grin sprouting on his face.

"I didn't," stopping your self remembering Longbottom.

His grin was slowly expanding larger,

"Assaulting a teacher."

"A painting did that sir, not me."

"I heard you and Sir Codagen's conversation. Thanks, Sir Codagen I owe you one," he spat out mimicking your American accent.

You look down towards the ground trying to think of something to get you out of this situation. Before you could speak, Snape out of nowhere grabs your chin forcing you to look up at him. He wanted to see the anger in your eyes. And he did your pupils are small and the red veins and starting to show on the side of your forehead. You hated to be treated like a child even if you are fourteen.

"Detention, you will come back here tonight and dust my shelves." He abrasively let go of your chin and walk over towards his desk leaning against it with his arms crossed. He notice you eyes are filled with hatred more. You feel like he treats you like this because you are a Hufflepuff or just slower than some of the other students in your class.

You give him a eat shit look and walk out of his office. Feeling be little by him forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Miss L/n what will you be doing for me tonight?" You stop at the doorway and slowly turned to look back into his eyes again. "I'm dusting your shelves. Like the good girl I need to be," you say rolling your eyes and start walking out of his office.

You did nothing wrong and even Snape knows this. He was just enjoying a quiet morning from the students, for once a morning with barely any noise. How could some muggle-born American ruin that for him? Snape took a deep breath trying to enjoy some peace and quiet before his first class of the day started. 'Yet another morning without breakfast due to l/n's foolishness,' Snape thought to himself rubbing his face with his long skinny hands.

Snape sat down at his desk and started grading some of the homework he didn't finish last night. He came across a daily prophet that was sitting under the piles of paper work and saw the front cover, "Over Ten Thousand Muggle-Borns Slaughter by PureBloods." Snape shook his head, yes Death Eaters are evil, but this. What American witches and wizards do to other American Muggle-Borns is just pure evil. The worse thing about all these murders are caused by the Magical Congress of United States. Purebloods took over America and started killing all muggle-borns including young children.

Snape started to think back on when all of this first started 2 years after Lily's death. Dumbledor opens Hogwarts doors to all Muggle-born children in America to have a chance to learn and be safe. That also meant that Hogwarts had to stay open for only the American students during the summer. Dumbledor and the Ministry of Magic both agree that having all four head professors stay behind to watch the Americans was the best thing to do. But luckily for Snape, he doesn't have to because not one American has been in Slytherin, not even the newer students who have been coming over the years. Dumbledor said something about, "they lost all their pride when they saw their kind being killed off or forced into hiding."

But Snape chooses to stay behind every year to keep an eye on his potions classroom making sure non of the American students even think about sneaking in there or worse, you trying to place pranks or move things around and make his life even harder.

Strange enough there is only one American Hufflepuff and that's you. And most became Gryffindor. They might have lost their American pride but nothing can take their bravery.

Snape sat and thought about how he mocked your American accent. "You horrible man," he said to himself. Thinking of what that poor girl must have to seen back in her homeland. She hasn't seen her parents in four years.

Snape force himself out of his deep thought and back to grading papers.

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Of Boy Bands and Crushes.

A Marauders Era fanfiction.

Talks of Unafraid Queerness, Boy Bands, British Typical Swearing and Jokes, and bullying.

“Listen, Minnie.” James started, causing a snicker to leave Sirius’ mouth as he paced their head of house’s office, arms spread out ready for a miraculous speech to (hopefully) save their arses. Normally, Remus and Peter would also be dragged into their daft, failed pranks and hexes, but as far as Sirius was aware, Remus was being a tad boring studying with Evans in the library and Peter was in the kitchens with a Hufflepuff he fancied. “I get it, I get that you’re wondering: ‘Oh, what could two handsome blokes, chaps, geniuses even, such as James and Sirius ever do wrong?-’”

He had started, but Minnie had cut them off. She was scoffing, though it was clear to Sirius that she had a rather fondness in her eyes to the two fourth years.

“The fact is, James, that you both did something wrong. You practically humiliated poor Slughorn. Come on, boys, it’s ridiculous. Something as childish as a muggle whoopee cushion?! How could you possibly find that funny?” Sirius and James both snickered at the memory. They had placed it on his seat in the Great Hall, believing it to have been the perfect crime. But somehow, Minnie had just known it was them.

Remus had introduced them to the whoopee cushion. Apparently he had found it whilst shopping with his mum. Sirius could hardly even believe the muggles had come up with something that genius! Trust their Moony to know that this was the perfect set up for pranks.

“Aww, come on Minnie! It was pretty funny.” Sirius chimed in, moving to defend his brother in arms. It was just an innocent prank, in comparison to the other ones they had pulled with their friends. Moony was normally the brains behind their antics. “Besides, even you know we’ve done worse!”

Minnie couldn’t argue with that.

They had successfully managed to get out with an extra essay for transfiguration.

"I'd say that went well!" James cheered as they met with Moony and Wormtail, the four of them now walking down the hallway together. They, as usual, had their arms slung around each other. "Minnie's a cheeky lass, ain't she?"

"I still can't believe you did the whoopee cushion prank without me." Moony chimed in, a teasing grin on his face. It was rare that Moony smiled so close to the full moon. Normally it caused him too much pain, so the only emotion present on his face was pain. "Proper violation of our friendship, that is."

It hurt them to see him so sick and frail - so they normally made it their task to cheer him up.

"Never mind that, Moons! We still have so many professors to do it too- or we could do it to Snivellus? What about that?!" James grinned, the very thought of pissing Snape off brought joy to him and Sirius.

At first they tended to avoid him. Sure, he was definitely a stuck up bastard who was more attached to Evans than she was to him. None of them liked him, but they had turned to harassment when he had started to call Moony slurs and just being downright mean to him.

"And just as Evans is beginning to warm up to Moony, you prank Snape." Peter laughed, causing Pads to grin and ruffle his hair.

"Wormy! I don't think Remus could get Evans off of him if he tried. He's the only one who will study with her." Sirius joked. Remus and Evans were both insane study warts.

"That's not true-."

"Sure it ain't mate. Have to say, I am rather jealous." James chimed in to Sirius and Remus' debacle.

"Ah yes, Prongs is still infatuated with her daring red hair." Sirius laughed, pulling off his scarf and wrapping it around Remus's head. "Oh, Evans! Won't you dance with me?" He grabbed Moony's hand and pulled him ahead of them, twirling him around and dipping him dramatically.

"Padfoot!" Remus laughed, shoving him off and whacking him with the scarf playfully. "Just because that's what James fantasizes about in his wildest dreams doesn't mean I want a part of it." He chuckled whilst Sirius gasped in mock offense.

"Why Moony, I am hurt. Can't you see my undying love for you?" James then interrupted, wrapping his arms around both of their necks.

"Yeah, Moony! Haven't you seen? Sirius is more in love with you than he was that woman in the old muggle magazine. What was her name?"

"We don't talk about her, Prongs." Sirius grimaced, as if reliving a past memory that he wanted to forget.

"If anything I'm surprised he had a magazine of anyone other than Queen or the Beatles." Peter chuckled, shaking his head slightly at the memory of the concerts he and Remus had to constantly endure from James and Sirius.

They had them in the common room sometimes, too.

"Oh, if only Remus would look at me the same way he looks at Bowie." Sirius sighed longingly, before following on flipping his hair rather dramatically and glancing at Remus, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Practically stripping the bloke naked with his eyes."

Remus, in return, scoffed and shoved him playfully. "You can piss off. His level of attractiveness is unmatched."

James laughed his loud, boisterous laugh that they had all come to love. "Oh yeah, mate! Bowie's well fit." He nudged Remus, before adjusting his own tie as he glanced at someone in the hallway.

"Oh really? I thought you had a thing for certain Slytherins."

James choked. Remus knew how to stoop to another level.

"Please, Moony. Prongs, with a Slytherin?" Sirius picked the conversation right back up, seemingly oblivious to James' unrequited crush on two people. One of them being in fact a Slytherin, (and Sirius' brother but hey he didn't have to know that.) "Do you have a secret crush on Snivellus?"

James chuckled. "Oh sod off, you twat."

Yeah, they had a lot to work on.

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Yes, I can! Here we go, nonny.

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Sirius knows he fucked up. He knows. Which is exceedingly rare nowadays. At some point in the last couple of years, Sirius lost the ability to tell when he is choosing to piss people off or when he is just being himself.

That doesn’t bother him anymore. There’s a war raging outside of Hogwarts’ walls, his horrible family is financing blood supremacists with the inheritance they’ve denied him. Sirius can’t care less whether people get upset over him being bloody rude.

Well, unless the one he upsets is Moony. That changes things, obviously.

And that’s why Sirius is currently searching for his boyfriend everywhere in this much-too-big castle. He’s checked every single place he can think of. The library. The common room. Their dorm. The shrieking shack. The prefect’s bathroom. Behind the greenhouses. The bloody wish room that they haven’t yet figured out how to put on the Map. Everywhere.

Peter is no help, as usual. Sirius finds him near the kitchens, talking to the Hufflepuff he was trying to snog last night at the party. Neither has seen Remus, so Sirius warns the poor girl about Peter’s dragon scale infection before he leaves. Serves Wormtail right for being so useless.

James is at training, of course. He’s the Quidditch captain so, more often than not, that’s where he’ll be. Sirius checks the time. Another forty minutes before James is available to help him look for Remus. At this point, that might be Sirius’ best chance. James always knows where to look when one of them decides to hide. At least, he does when it comes to Sirius.

Worst case scenario, Lily will be there and she’s also pretty good when it comes to Remus-related crises. Thank Merlin she’s decided to give James a chance. That big brain of hers is so much more accessible that way.

Sirius walks to the Quidditch pitch lazily. He considers turning into Padfoot and wasting some of his anxious energy in the Forbidden Forest but ultimately decides against it. He wants to catch James as soon as training ends and dogs aren’t famous for timekeeping.

As soon as he gets to the pitch, though, Sirius realises how daft he’s been. Remus is deliberately avoiding him. Remus is also bloody smart. So, yeah. It shouldn’t come as a shock to find Remus in the one place he knows Sirius would never look for him. The Quidditch pitch.

And there he is, sitting at the stalls, nose buried in a book. Smart fucking bastard.

Sirius plants himself next to Remus. He notices how Remus’ shoulders tense and that his eyes stop moving but Remus doesn’t deliberately acknowledge his presence in any way. No matter. If he is not walking away, that’s a victory in Sirius’ book.

“So,” he says because Moony is not going to start this conversation anytime soon, “about last night.”

“Forget about last night,” Remus says flatly, still not looking at him.

Sirius turns fully to him. “What if I don’t want to?”

“Think about it quietly, then, on your own time.”

“Oh, come off it. I know you’re upset, Moony.”

Remus closes his book. “Yes, Sirius, I am upset. Ergo, I'm avoiding you.”

“That’s one way to go about it,” Sirius concedes. “Shall I present another? We could talk about it.”

“Option rejected.”

“How about we stand in silence, you with your book, me with my guilt over last night?”

“Option rejected.”

“How about I just leave?”

“Yes, that’d be grand. Cheers.”

Sirius smiles. “Well, option bloody rejected, love. You and I can both play this game. That’s what it means to be in a relationship or so Prongs tells me. And he’s the expert.”

Remus sighs heavily and finally looks at him. “I’m upset, yes. But I know I don't have the right to be. It’s not like you snogged that girl. She tried to snog you. I saw it going down.”

Relief washes over Sirius. He didn’t mean to dance with Agnes, not really. She just happened to be dancing nearby where Sirius was dancing in the first place. He only realised she was dancing far too close when it was too late and their lips were touching. Honest mistake, but it did happen right in front where Remus was obliterating a drinking game.

“So… What are you upset about, exactly?” Sirius asks because even though that’s been cleared up, Remus still has his brow furrowed.

“I… I guess…” Remus grimaces and covers his face with his book. “It’s so stupid.”

Sirius nudges him with his knee. “Tell me anyway?”

Remus shakes his head. “It’s just… Girls are always trying to get with you or Prongs. I wish they… didn’t.”

“No girl is trying to get with Prongs anymore. Nobody is daft enough to cross Lily like that.” Sirius can see the tension rising on Remus’ body as he braces for what is inevitably coming next. Still, Sirius persists. “If people knew about us–”

“No.”

Sirius shakes his head. It’s a dead-end, this argument. He shrugs. “I’ll stop dancing at parties, then.”

That makes Remus stare openly at him. “But you love to dance.”

“And I’m great at it too,” Sirius says. “But I love you more.”

Remus frowns. Not the reaction Sirius expects from a love declaration but that is Moony for you. He never does what Sirius expects him to do.

Instead, Remus surprises him. This time is no different. He touches their knees together again and the warmth of it grounds Sirius to that moment. It’s such a small thing, insignificant in the grand scheme of things. They’ve done so much more than touch knees, touched so much more, tasted so much more. But right now, Sirius’ entire world is that little thing.

“Don’t stop dancing,” Remus says quietly. “I love watching you dance.”

Sirius smiles. That doesn’t solve their problem, not even close. But he doesn’t care. Not when Remus is looking at him like that, with a smile of his own playing on his lips.

“Alright, then,” Sirius whispers. “I’ll keep dancing just for you, Moony.”

Remus finally allows the smile to take his lips. “I’m not upset anymore.”

Sirius beams and gestures to the pitch. “Do you want to get out of here, then?”

“Desperately.”

Laughing, Sirius stands up. “Let’s see if that wish room can really fulfill all of our desires.”

Remus snorts but also gets up. “Oh… Another thing.”

“Yes?”

“I love you too.”

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