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I LOVEEEEE YOUR HARRY FICSSSS 😭😭🙏🙏 I literally cannot get enough, your harry fics are amazing ❤️

I was wondering if you'd be willing to do an enemies to lovers type thing with dark!harry, similar to the one you did with "the dark side" fic, but maybe they're rivals due to quittich, yet they both just have tension they don't know gow to handle, so one day they just kind of get so worked up in an argument they start making out. (P.S. I loved the thing you did where harry came from y/n saying he hated him 😫😫 also the part where harry gets turned on from y/n scolding him. If possible, could you incorporate that in there? Thank you smm ❤️❤️) I hope it's not too much trouble ❤️❤️❤️

thank you so much for requesting this, i hope you enjoy!!!

pairing: slytherin!harry james potter x gryffindor!fem!reader (18+)

summary: you and harry have been quidditch rivals ever since you've become captain of the gryffindor team. the tension between you two rises until one of you needs bandaged up by the other, leading to you making a discovery about the school's bad boy that leaves you baffled and insanely curious.

cw: smut!!! angst, mentions of blood, degradation kink, sub!harry x dom!reader, dry humping

word count: 7k

it was your final year at hogwarts and, more importantly to you, it was your last year as the gryffindor quidditch captain. you took major pride in your status as captain, and dedicated a majority of your time outside of class to leading practice, coming up with new plays, and making sure that annoyingly good slytherin captain kept his distance from you and your team.

harry potter was well known at hogwarts years before he even came through. the boy who lived, or whatever. you had never paid him much mind to begin with because you knew he reveled in his own notoriety.

see, potter wasn't just the slytherin quidditch captain. he was the most vile, egotistical, disrespectful wizard you'd ever had the misfortune of interacting with. on top of thinking he was some kind of miracle that blessed everyone's presence wherever he went, he specifically treated you worse than the mud on his shoes. not just because of your status as gryffindor captain, but because you were the only student who wasn't afraid to stand your ground with him. had it not been for quidditch practice 4 times a week and games every friday, you would've done everything you could to keep your distance. however, things didn't work out that way, and you ended up forming a sort of rivalry with the boy that the student body found all too exciting.

it started last year when potter and his friends made a dumb poster and hung it up in every boys bathroom: a drawing of someone falling off their broom with your face printed out and glued to it, along with harry's whose drawing had just knocked you off victoriously. they had put "[y/l/n] vs potter: this friday at 6" at the top like it was some kind of promotional advert. and, as much as you hated it, it actually somewhat worked.

from that game on, the other kids began picking sides every week to see who would win. the crowd turnout became the largest it had been in your entire time at hogwarts. some came in support of potter or were otherwise afraid of what would happen if they didn't, while a good amount of students started to become your biggest supporters the more you showed your skills in the game.

see, you didn't just become captain by having a recognizable last name unlike some other people; you had been playing quidditch since you could fly from a young age, and made the team every single year before finally being nominated for the position by your own teammates. you made a promise to them that day that slytherin would no longer be known as the winning house, and that they finally had some competition to sweat over.

and sweat they did. your first game as captain was an easy win, and so were the next 3. it wasn't until the slytherin players learned they actually had to try in order to win now that they began winning every other game as well. that's where harry stepped in.

harry was someone you always tried to avoid during your years at hogwarts. you didn't socialize with many slytherins to begin with as you found some of them to be rather grating and obnoxious, but especially not with slytherins like potter. it was students like him that gave the entire house a bad name. everyone thought he was so charming besides his cocky attitude, but you saw through his act right away. you think that's partially why he singled you out of anyone as his target.

once he set his sights on you, it was impossible to avoid him. it's like he had some sort of tracker on you the way he always managed to pop up in the most random of places simply to upset you. not that you'd be surprised, as along with harry's sickening bravado came his disregard for moral ethics. if there was a way to cheat, lie, or steal your way into getting what you wanted, potter was already on it. he knew no bounds when it came to his little schemes either. from stealing your game plays and sharing them with his teammates to spreading rumors about your players to playing clearly illegal moves during the game only for nobody to notice but you, potter seemed to revel in the rivalry everyone pushed onto you.

you hated giving him the satisfaction of breaking your cold demeanor, but sometimes his antics pushed you too far. he knows how protective you've become over your teammates, so he'll target them when he can't get to you, especially the younger ones. this is where you've blown your cover quite a few times as you can't stand seeing your first years cower in fear anytime they see potter. yelling, spitting, nearly getting physical with him on several occasions when he ignores your threats to leave the kids alone or else. it's as if he rather enjoys getting such a rise out of you, and not just to fuel the public rivalry.

today was your last day of practice before the last, biggest game of the semester. your team knew to meet at the field at 5 pm ready to go as you had plenty of plays you wanted to perfect before playing against the slytherins tomorrow night. practice had only just started with a few flyers in the air before you heard a commotion of voices coming from behind you.

you turned and saw harry leading his team onto the field, laughing obnoxiously and pointing at your teammates in mockery. you swear you felt steam coming from your ears when you told your team to wait and let you handle this.

you stormed up to potter with an accusatory pointed finger. "you. get the hell off my field now before i call mcgonagall out here, potter." you spit at him before pushing his chest. harry takes the push and just laughs, shaking his head at you.

"[y/l/n], i'm not sure how many professors have to tell you that this field isn't yours before you let us use it for practice as well," he said with a smirk, changing his grip on his broomstick and letting it rest on his shoulder. you narrow your eyes at him and cross your arms over your chest. "you know damn well we practice here every week at this time, and yet you're never able to find a time outside of that to spend with your own team. curious, isn't it?" you ask him sarcastically, your tone biting.

harry's smirk drops slightly. "are you suggesting that i'm trying to sabotage your chance at winning the season tomorrow? because i'd never do such a thing, [y/l/n], and it hurts that you think of me in that way." he responds just as sarcastically. a few of his players snicker and laugh just behind him, earning a nasty glare from you that has them shut up quickly.

you look back at harry who's waiting for a clever comeback from you, nearly on the edge of his seat to see what you have to say this time. you hate how much he thrives off getting you upset.

"fine. practice, then. you'll need it." you tell harry with a cold tone, giving him a disgusted look up and down. you take a step forward and point your finger back into harry's chest, your faces less than a foot away from each other. "but if you mess with any of my players, even as a joke, i will gut you like a fucking fish." you tell him in a hushed tone. you think you see his pupils dilate slightly, but you were probably mistaken. "got it?"

harry's smirk only grows as he starts backing away slowly. "got it, princess." he laughs, turning to his little group of followers for approval before they run off to the other goal post opposite from your team. the nickname is new, and for some reason it made your stomach drop and heart race like crazy. that potter kid just knew exactly how to get under your skin.

you tried to focus on your own team's plays for the rest of practice, but you could clearly hear harry and his friends saying your name and laughing too often for your comfort. anytime you happened to make eye contact with harry, you made sure to scowl at him and promptly turn your attention away. just his sheer presence made your blood boil and skin crawl.

for the most part there were no issues in the sky, the slytherins mostly kept to their side besides the few times harry's friends were messing around and ended up coming close to a few of your teammates. you scolded them each time, but they would only laugh at you and fly off to tell harry about your outbursts. other than that, you ended up getting a lot accomplished in order to be prepared for the game the next day.

however, towards the end of practice, your teammates were having some difficulty with a new technique you taught them, so you took the time to demonstrate it with another player in the sky. you were just about to start instructing when your teammates started calling out to you frantically. you didn't have enough time to process what they were warning you about before you felt someone fly into you from behind, nearly causing you to fall off your broomstick.

you could feel yourself falling to the ground, but your grip on your broomstick remained tight enough to quickly get it under you just in time to somewhat break your landing. you tumbled to the ground with a pained groan, and heard someone else fall just to your left. you could feel the wind get knocked out of you in the air, so it took a moment for you to properly breathe as you tried to sit up.

your teammates got to you in seconds, asking if you were okay and trying to help you up. that's when the pain set in. standing up-right you could feel your rib cage aching and your shoulder throbbing. "i'm fine, i'm fine," you told everyone, brushing off the grass stains on your clothes. you turned to see who had fallen next to you, and who else would be lying there but harry potter as his slytherin teammates rushed to his aid as well.

they're helping him stand up and you can feel the rage building inside you. you break away from your teammates' grasps and march up to harry as he's wiping the grass stains off his own clothes as well.

"you did that on purpose, you pest." you snap at him. harry looks at you incredulously as he fixes his practice jersey. "are you mad? it was an accident, i wasn't looking where i was going, drama queen." he snaps back, giving you a dirty look up and down. you can feel your jaw clenching and fists balling at your sides. "oh yeah, sure, you just so happened to run into me of all people in the sky. you know, you're such a…"

you pause in your anger noticing a gash on the side of harry's face with blood starting to drip down his cheekbone. harry notices your concern and gives you a confused look. you sigh and instinctively pull down the sleeve of your sweatshirt to hold it against his wound. "now you have a giant cut on your face, for fuck's sake," you tell him, your voice a mix of panic and exasperation. harry winces at your hand making contact with his face, but his eyes grow with concern hearing your panic.

you turn to your team and start guiding harry towards the school. "practice is over, do not be late tomorrow." you announce to them hurriedly, trying to keep your sleeve against harry's injury as you rush him off the field.

harry actually manages to stay quiet on the way to the infirmary despite your anticipation to shush him the entire way for making crude jokes. instead he remains silent and lets you urgently guide him through the empty halls.

once you arrive at the infirmary wing, you notice the entire room is full of people. every bed is taken, ans every nurse is running around frantically from patient to patient. you and harry share a confused look before you roll your eyes and find a nurse between beds. "excuse me, ma'am, i'm sorry to bother but um, potter here was being an idiot and got a cut on his face that just needs to be bandaged quickly." you motion towards harry and feel him give you a nasty look out of your peripheral for calling him an idiot.

the nurse, completely exhausted, sighs and motions towards a room to the side of the check-in station. "look, we are swamped with a potion experiment gone wrong here. if it's just a cut that doesn't need stitches there's a first aid kit in the little room over that way." she tells you quickly before being called away to another patient. you try to intervene but she's already jogging away, leaving you with a bloody harry in your hands. literally.

you sigh, clearly annoyed, and turn to examine harry's cut again. pulling your blood-soaked sleeve away, you see the blood flow still hasn't slowed and decide to just bite your tongue and help harry despite your hatred for him only growing in this situation.

you drag harry towards the little room, opening the door and turning on the lights to reveal the smallest examination room you'd ever seen. you had no idea this was even here, but it only contained a sink, a cot, a locked medicine cabinet, and a first aid kit. you closed the door behind harry and locked it. you grab a few paper towels from next to the sink and walk harry over to the cot. "sit," you command him, practically pushing him with your other hand to sit down.

harry looks up at you softly, way softer than he's ever looked at you. it makes your heart skip a beat but you ignore the feeling quickly. "here," you tell him coldly, handing over the paper towels. "just apply pressure on it while i get the first aid kit."

harry does as he's told and you slowly pull away your sleeve, making a disgusted face at the stains left on the cuff. you sigh and pull your arm back through the sleeve, starting to take off the hoodie altogether. "well, that's ruined," you complain, throwing it to the floor, leaving you in a tiny tank top and workout shorts.

harry's watching you intently, adjusting his glasses and shifting his weight in his seat. you walk to the sink and thoroughly wash your hands in case any blood happened to get on you as well.

opening the first aid kit up you find a tiny bottle of isopropyl alcohol, cotton rounds, and bandages. pouring alcohol on the cotton, you turn to harry and still find him watching you.

you give him a look. "what?" you ask with pinched brows. harry, for once, looks flustered as he turns his eyes away from you, instead staring at the floor below his feet. you just roll your eyes and set down the alcohol, walking towards harry and pulling away his hand from his cheek.

"here," you say, moving his jaw to look up towards you. "this is gonna hurt a little," you tell him before gently cleaning the cut with the cotton round. harry winces, but his eyes never leave your face. you try to ignore his gaze but it becomes even more intense the longer you take to stop the bleeding. you can practically feel his stare burning holes into your skin, and you start to feel that familiar annoyance rise in your stomach.

"i know i'm pretty, potter, but can't you look anywhere else?" you complain, giving him a cold look before returning your attention to his cheek. harry's eyes drop again, but end up falling on your chest this time. you back away and scoff, throwing the cotton pad into the trash next to the cot. "perv," you mutter under your breath.

just as you're preparing the bandage on the counter next to the sink, you hear harry say something from behind you. "you're gonna have to speak up, kid," you chuckle, throwing away some wrapping in the trash. "your, um, your back," you hear him stutter.

you turn to give him a confused look. "what?" you ask. harry motions towards your back, and you turn to look at yourself in the mirror above the sink. you look at your back and pull up your tank top slightly to see a massive bruise forming on your ribcage. you gasp at the size and color, immediately turning your anger towards harry.

he already looks prepared for your rage before you can even start to say anything. "you bloody prick, i know you did this on purpose. do you seriously want to win so badly you'd nearly break a rib to get there?" you snap at him, pulling your shirt back down and angrily marching towards him still sitting on the cot.

"i told you, [y/n], it was an accident." he says. you pause. he's never called you by your first name, at least not to your face. you were actually surprised he knew what it was in the first place.

harry looks up at you innocently, his eyes soft and brows raised. this just angers you again. you take another step towards him, your legs practically between his as harry tilts his head up to keep looking at you.

his glasses are crooked, his hair is a mess, and the cut on his cheek is still raw. and still, for some reason, your heart skips a beat looking down at him. you've never been so close to his face. you've never noticed his freckles before.

"you should just be glad i haven't targeted you the way you've targeted me all these years, potter. you're lucky i'm a nice person and don't believe in revenge, or else you'd be the one with nearly broken bones and a bruise the size of your lungs." you spit in his face, your tone razor sharp.

harry's expression hardly changes at your words. if anything his eyes only soften more watching you become filled with anger.

"and wipe that innocent look off your face before i do it for you. you should be thanking me for patching up this cut and not making it worse." you continue to vent at him as you step away to grab the bandage from the counter.

you're just starting to press down on the adhesive of the bandage around harry's injury when his eyes meet yours again. "thank you." he says, his voice broken and whiny. something about the way he says it makes your stomach drop to the floor. harry's usual annoying temperament was completely gone, no longer making mocking jokes or insults towards you, instead only speaking softly and looking into your eyes even softer.

confused and feeling a strange mix of emotions, you finish applying the bandage on harry's face without a word.

you start to put away the first aid kit, taking one last look at your bruise in the mirror with a sigh.

"i'm sorry." you hear harry say quietly. you look at him, his expression empathetic and almost concerned for you. it was then you started to believe the incident really was an accident. why would harry ever be apologetic for something he'd usually take loads of pride in, like knocking you off your broomstick?

you swallow nervously and look away from him, fixing your shirt. "you should be," you try to remain cold, but your voice is breaking. "i'm just glad you also hurt yourself in the process. you deserve to feel some of the pain too." you say in a deadpan voice.

you pick up your sweatshirt off the floor and start soaking the sleeve in some hot water to at least try and get some of the stains out.

"you're right." harry says behind you, his voice somber. you roll your eyes at his pathetic attempt to seem remorseful, turning to him curtly. "i know i'm right. and you know what else? you're just a loser who picks on people to feel better about yourself because you're insecure." you insult him.

you expect at least some kind of reaction from harry, but he just continues to watch the ground with a sullen expression. "i know." he says quietly.

you groan and turn to shut the sink faucet off, walking towards harry with the same accusatory pointing finger from before. "and you can stop with this whole act you're putting on 'cause it's pissing me right off," you nearly yell at harry, getting in his face. he just looks up at you with those big blue eyes again, biting his lip harshly.

you went to scold him again when you noticed a rather large bulge in his pants from where you were standing above him. you thought you were just assuming, but once you took a step back, you knew exactly what was happening with a smirk growing on your face.

harry nervously looked down at his crotch before quickly attempting to hide his obvious erection. he adjusted his pants and tried to use his shirt to cover it, but you were already laughing at him. "this cannot be real, this has got to be a setup. there's no way you just got turned on by me insulting you for 10 minutes straight." you could hardly get the words out from laughing so hard.

clearly embarrassed, harry looks between you and his erection with fear in his eyes. it only makes the situation that much better for you as you continue to humiliate your own bully.

"u-uh, this isn't, um–" "don't try and tell me this isn't what it looks like, potter. i know exactly what's going on here." you interrupt him and cross your arms. "you're such a loser that the only way you can get off is by having girls hate you. y'know, most guys get erections from making out with a girl, not getting threatened by them." you mock him, still a hint of anger laced in your voice.

harry's looking at you with that same innocent expression, but there's something else in his eyes that makes you pause. he's not just embarrassed, he's actually enjoying what you're saying to him. you can see his pupils dilate just looking at you, his bulge only becoming more obvious the longer you mock him.

you want to be disgusted at this situation. you want to hate the way harry's looking at you and leave the room with a huff to tell everyone about his little kink. you want to call him a disgusting creep and slap him across the face for ever thinking of you in such a way. but, you don't. because you can't.

you should be disgusted. you should be creeped out. but, for some reason, you're just not. you should be filled with rage ready to tell him off again, but, instead, you find yourself full of curiosity and…flattery?

of course it's never flattering for a guy to get an erection thinking about you being upset with him, if anything it's quite morbid. however, with you and harry, everything finally started to make sense. this is why he was always pushing your buttons just to get a rise out of you, or why he seemed to thrive off of your heated interactions. because he did. he found pleasure in your anger.

again, you should be fuming, but you're just not. your heart is racing and so is your mind. you're completely flustered at this point, possibly even more than harry is. you can feel the blush on your neck and cheeks and can't tell if the embarrassment you're feeling is secondhand or not.

still looking up at you, harry attempts to cover his erection up again with his pants. you just laugh at him again as there's no real point, you're more than well aware of his predicament at the moment. his blush is so severe he's nearly completely red, and you can see his hair start to stick to his forehead from the sweat. while you'd usually feel nothing but contempt looking down at harry's innocent expression, this time you feel a bit different. he almost looks younger now, his eyes soft and lips slightly hung open.

you notice the bandage around his scar starts to lift a bit around his eye, so you sigh and place a hand on his bandage to help reattach it. again, harry almost winces at your movement, and you can see his erection twitch under his pants. god, he really does get off on this.

while fixing it, harry's still watching you intently. "i'm sorry," his voice is soft but deep, making your blood run cold. you pause to look him in the eyes. "and what are you sorry for?" you lead him on.

harry's brows furrow together slightly. "for…well, y'know," he trails off, offering a fake, awkward chuckle. you smirk as you look back at his bandage. "no, i don't know. so why don't you tell me, potter?" you ask teasingly.

without fail, harry shifts in his seat uncomfortably and tries to subtly hide his erection again. your smirk only grows at his predictability.

"u-uh, well, i-i'm sorry for…for, um, getting turned on by you…" his stuttering is only making you enjoy the moment more. maybe part of you likes seeing him squirm like this under your hand. "by me…?" you lead him on again, taking a step away to examine his bandage. harry swallowed nervously watching you. "by you…being mean to me." he says meekly, his voice small and embarrassed.

you smirk at him again and decide to test the waters. "good boy."

harry's face absolutely drains of color. you can practically see his heart thumping out of his chest. and, if you weren't wrong, his hands actually started shaking in his lap.

you start laughing again at his reaction, hardly able to hold back from how funny this situation was to you. harry potter, the school's bad boy, the top slytherin student, the quidditch captain, your biggest rival, has a literal kink for being degraded. and he had the nerve to ever try and call you a loser.

"sorry, it's just so funny to me," you tell him between laughs, wiping tears from your eyes. "actually, no, i'm not sorry. i think you deserve to be laughed at for this. what guy actually gets horny from girls being mean to him?" you ask rhetorically, crossing your arms again and examining harry in front of you.

he's completely disheveled and getting sweatier by the minute. he breaks eye contact after your question, nervously scratching the back of his neck to waste time. "uh…" he starts off, clearly not knowing what to say to that. you just continue smirking, watching him struggle. "i mean, is it every time a girl is mean to you this happens? i'd imagine with your attitude that would be pretty often." you joke, partially curious but mostly just trying to make him squirm more.

harry shakes his head, both of his hands rubbing at his face and wiping the sweat from his hairline. "n-no, it's, uh…" he starts again, eventually trailing off with a sigh. you start tapping your foot impatiently. "i'm waiting." you say in a mocking tone.

harry tenses again, still not looking back up at you just yet. his body language is clearly uncomfortable and defensive. "it's not…all girls, okay? it's just…you." he finally spits out, clearly struggling to put his thoughts into words. "this only happens with you, i swear. a-and it's only started this year, and i don't know why." he rambles, speaking with his hands, his eyes still fixated on the floor.

for once, you're speechless. you weren't expecting that confession from him, and you certainly didn't know how to react to it in the moment. i mean, this potter kid has had it out for you since day one, he's practically made you two enemies on the field and off, and now he wants to tell you all this? it's a bit confusing, to say the least.

harry sighs, resting his face in his hands once again. "look, i'm sorry about all of this, okay? all of it, not just today, but everything. i shouldn't have been so rude to you all this time, especially not for the reasons i have…" you can practically hear harry wincing at his own words. he uncovers his face but continues to look down. "just…please, please, don't tell anyone. i know that's asking for a lot considering all i've done to you, but…please, [y/n]." he's nearly begging.

you just watch him carefully, trying to figure out how to respond to all of this. on one hand you're inclined to feel insulted, disrespected, and downright disgusted at this information, but in reality…you're just obscenely curious. i mean, how often does a guy get turned on by you being mean to him? and not just you, but specifically, only you. does that mean he actually likes you? or is it only a sexual thing? and how would that even work?

as your mind continues to raise more and more questions, you feel yourself speaking before you even decide what to say.

"fine, i won't tell anyone. if," you take a slow step towards harry. he looks up at you with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. your heart leaps at the sight of him so vulnerable beneath you. it's as if you can see him thinking anything, anything for you.

you're not sure what's possessing you in this moment, but you can't stop yourself from pushing the limits further between you and harry. again, your mouth starts speaking for you.

"if…you let me help." you say with a smirk, closing the gap between you and harry and standing between his legs once again. he's looking up at you in complete shock, his eyes examining every inch of you in front of him. he's trying to speak but his mouth just keeps opening and closing, gasping for air and nervously chuckling.

arms still crossed, you wait for harry to say something and enjoy seeing him be the speechless one this time.

he eventually looks back up at you, biting his lip again and leaning back slightly. "help…me?" he asks, confused. you laugh at him, shaking your head. "yes, potter. help you. can't have you leaving here with that," you motion down to his pants with your head. "can we?" you ask seductively.

again, you're not sure what's making you act like this right now, but you honestly didn't mind it. you already got a kick out of insulting harry anyway, why not watch him struggle a bit harder under your thumb in this tiny exam room?

harry's completely frozen. you smile at him this time, the most genuine one you could muster in the moment. "if you want to, of course," you say quietly, softening your gaze at him and fixing his messy hair. harry makes a soft sound and leans into your touch, his eyes closing. you giggle to yourself, he just looks so innocent resting in your hand.

the moment didn't last long as you tighten your grip on the hair on the back of harry's head, pulling it so he's looking right at you. his eyes open and a soft whine escapes his lips. "i'll take that as a yes?" you ask smugly, leaning down until your faces were nearly touching. harry does his best to nod his head, swallowing nervously and glancing at your lips.

you smile at him again. something just felt so right when you were in control, seeing harry's front disappear as he became a mess in your hands. you felt powerful, confident, and, to your dismay, insanely turned on from the entire situation. your feelings of hate and desire for harry drove you mad, yet he seemed more than willing to be the recipient of both.

so, you lean forward, and you kiss him.

it's soft at first, slow, shy, you feel like harry's barely breathing. eventually he catches up, nearly moaning into your mouth as you feel your stomach fluttering. you put your other hand on his cheek and sit on harry's lap, your knees resting on the cot around harry's hips. you feel his hands tread carefully up your thighs and under your shorts, his fingers digging into your skin roughly.

this time you can't hold back your moans, causing harry to melt even more into you. his lips were soft, careful, but so eager. it's like he was starving and yet still took his time with you.

you pull away slightly, your breath heavy and forehead resting on harry's. "lay down," you command him, climbing off his lap. harry quickly lies back on the cot, kicking off his shoes in the process. you do the same before crawling back on top of him, carefully resting your ass directly on his erection.

harry openly groans, his hands reaching for your hips and squeezing the skin roughly. you bite your lip to hold back another moan. you slightly adjust your position and cause harry's head to roll back against the cot. "[y/n]..." is all he manages to say in his broken voice.

he's already such a mess and all you've done is sit in his lap. who would've known all this time his teasing you was just a cover up for this?

"this'll be easy. you're already practically falling apart on me, potter." you tease him, your cold fingers finding their way under his jersey. harry's body shivers, his hands moving from your hips to your waist. his fingers crawl under your shirt as well and cause your skin to break out in goosebumps.

he slightly smirks at this reaction, but you don't let him have his moment for long. "and don't get cocky," you warn him before you start grinding on his erection. his head rolls back in pleasure again, his mouth hanging open and fingers digging into your skin. you smirk to yourself. "don't forget you're the loser who likes to be insulted here." you remind him harshly, your hands running along his chest under his jersey.

harry's noises are completely pathetic, his hips bucking into yours for even the slightest bit more friction. you stop grinding into him and he lets out a shaky breath, looking at you with needy eyes. he looks so worked up already and you've barely done a thing.

"shirt off," you tell him, pulling at the material. harry, again, doesn't hesitate to follow instructions. he removes his hands from your waist and quickly takes off his jersey, throwing it to the floor.

your breath hitches in your throat looking at harry's soft, sweaty skin in the dim fluorescent lighting of the exam room. you never realized just how toned his shoulders and chest were, or how many scars and bruises he seemed to have, both new and fading.

you look back up at harry, his eyes nervously watching your every move. you lean in to kiss him again, messier, needier. his hands return to your hips and practically force you to start grinding on him again. you would've intervened if you weren't just as desperate to continue rolling your hips into harry's hard erection.

a soft moan comes from your lips as you grind into him harder, your hands resting on his chest for support. harry groans, his brows furrowing. "shit," he mutters, only encouraging you to go faster.

you could feel how wet you were through your panties. your stomach was tightening already, making you feel a bit embarrassed of your own desperation. seeing harry be so willing to please you only had you wanting him more.

just as you start to feel yourself blush at your lack of self control, you notice harry's panicked expression, his grip on your skin guaranteed to leave bruises. "what's wrong?" you ask, somewhat sarcastically and also concerned.

he struggles to get a sound out. "hmph, gonna, fuck, please, don't," he's stumbling through his words, barely able to keep his eyes focused on you. his hands try to stop your hips, but his grip his weak.

"stop what?" you ask curiously, slowing your hips slightly but rolling into him harder. harry moans, his hand covering his mouth hearing how loud it echoed through the tiny room. you just laugh at him and pull his hand away, guiding it to your chest. harry's eyes widen, trying to pull his hand away.

"stop, gonna…cum, if you don't," harry whimpers, squirming under your weight as his legs try to escape. you take your opportunity and pick up your pace, giving harry an evil smile.

"aw, already?" you ask, forcing his hand back to your chest. you guide his fingers along the curves of your breasts through your thin tank top, causing him to breathe even heavier. "you haven't even gotten to see these, and you're already about to cum? i was right, you're such a fucking loser, potter." you tell him, guiding his hand back under your shirt.

you can feel him struggling under you even more, his torso only getting sweatier. you just grab for his other hand and guide it under your shirt as well. he watches as intently as he can, his eyes still rolling back in pleasure at the pressure in his lap.

you help him lift his hands higher and higher until he's cupping your tits under your shirt, your breathing becoming hitched at the feeling of his rough fingers running across your sensitive nipples.

"fuck," you say under your breath, loud enough for harry to moan and grope you rougher, lifting your shirt above your tits. you gasp at the feeling and look back down at him, a sweaty mess with eyes barely open.

"please, please," harry starts begging, his hips still trying to squirm away from you. you place your hands on his sides and push him down, continuing to chase your high. "just stay still, harry," you nearly whimper. you realize you've never called him by his first name either.

that's when he comes completely unraveled beneath you. he's practically crying out in pleasure and desperation, his hands roughly squeezing the soft skin of your tits as his head is thrown back against the cot. just watching him fall apart like this has you shaking on top of him, feeling the warm wetness of your panties leaving a mark on harry's jeans.

it takes a few moments for both of you to come back to earth. harry's hands eventually loosen their grip on you before quickly pulling away, his eyes wide and panicked again. "sorry," he says quickly, his cheeks completely flushed.

you just shake your head and laugh, climbing off of harry's lap and adjusting your shirt. harry sits up and runs his hands through his hair, trying to catch his breath still.

the room is a bit awkward, but you eventually start to chuckle and push harry's shoulder lightly. "so…" you lead him on. harry chuckles as well, hanging his head low. "so…" he repeats, his voice still soft.

"so…is it wrong of me to assume you might actually like me?" you ask, picking up harry's jersey and handing it to him. he offers you a shy smile and puts it back on, shaking his head. "y'know, i'm not sure there's a way i could've made it more obvious." he admits half heartedly.

you laugh again, feeling a blush crawl up your cheeks. you turn away from him and grab your sweatshirt from the sink, the sleeve still completely stained.

"i really am sorry about that, i have a few you could borrow if you'd like." he says with a smirk, pointing towards your sweatshirt. you roll your eyes. "well, good to know your cockiness hasn't gone anywhere." you respond, suppressing a smile.

he chuckles. "never will." he says confidently. you give him a look and take a step towards him, causing him to swallow nervously.

you laugh at him again. "yeah, okay, pretty boy." you tease him, stepping away and towards the door. he follows behind you, still blushing like crazy.

leaving the exam room you notice all the nurses are still running around like lunatics, having no idea what's just happened only a few feet away from them. you and harry share a knowing look before running off together, laughing as you reach the halls.

"y'know," harry says between laughs, looking over at you with nothing but love in his eyes as you continue walking the empty halls. "don't think i'll go easy on you tomorrow just because of…that." he says, motioning behind him with a shy smile. you smile back at him and offer your hand. harry looks a bit hesitant, but shakes it anyway. "wouldn't want it any other way, potter."

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Discoveries

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Pt. 2 Pt. 3

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Being raised in the Burrow while knowing you’re not one of them by blood made it difficult when you were younger, but as you grew up alongside Ronald it turned out to be quite easy to fit in. Despite looking nothing like your family, you were a Weasley. You are a Weasley. You told yourself that while looking in the mirror and brushing your white hair each morning. Your mom, Mrs. Weasley, she told you to let her cut it so you wouldn’t have to walk around with it constantly falling into your face. You of course denied each request, loving the ability to swing your hair at your brothers when they annoyed you. 

Waking up to your brothers scrambling downstairs alerted you to breakfast being ready. You sat up in a hurry and rolled out of bed, stumbling into Fred on your way out of your room. You squeaked as you slammed into his side, both of you laughing before you heard your mom yelling at Ronald to not hog the bacon. A gasp left you as you pushed Fred to the side, his footsteps following you as you stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen to smack Ron upside the head. After smacking him and grabbing the bacon you claimed your seat next to Percy. 

The rest of the family settled in and began to eat, everyone thanking Molly for the food while conversation began to fill the silence. You looked around the table at the abundance of orange hair before you realized that Pig wasn’t pecking at your hand for bacon. Confusion settled on your features as Arthur caught onto your expression.

“What’s wrong, Y/N?”

You shook your head and took another bite of bacon, “Pig isn’t pecking my hand off for bacon. He’s normally always here with us.”

The rest of the Weasleys agreed and began creating theories for a few minutes. You sat finishing off your bacon when you heard the frantic flapping that always accompanied Pig. You glanced toward the window and panicked,

“Clear the table! It’s pig!”

Dishes clinked against each other as a space was cleared for his catastrophic landing. Pig head planted into the plate of scrambled eggs that wasn’t moved out of the way quick enough. Fred and George mocked the bird as Percy gathered the letters from him with many pecks to his hand. The letters were handed out to each Weasley, Ron and you gasping and ripping open your Hogwarts letters. You jump from your chair and scream little “yes”’s while the twins squish you between them in a Weasley bear hug. Ron does the same but when the twins turn to him, they speak in unison and give him rough head pats.

“Ickle Ronnie-kins got his Hogwarts letter~ He’s a big boy now!”

Molly gasps from her position at the sink, turning around to gather you and Ron into a hug.

“We must head to Diagon Alley immediately! We need to get the both of you a wand, and some supplies that we no longer have.”

Chatter spread around the room again as you were picked up by George who tossed you to Fred before the latter and former smothered you with advice on how to choose your friends. Most of it made you scoff because it mainly consisted of pulling pranks on people until you made a friend, there was no way you were doing that, you figured that wherever you got sorted you would make friends based on your common ideals.

Ron grabbing your hand to drag you upstairs pulled you from Fred’s arms and your thoughts. You stumbled after him while he chatted away about how he was going to be the best keeper and then join the Chuddley Canons while becoming the Gryffindor prefect in 7th year and winning the house cup for the Gryffindors. You stayed silent as he pulled you into your room, sitting you on your bed and taking up his spot behind you with your hairbrush.

“What about you? Do you think you’ll become prefect for Gryffindor as well?”

Sighing and shrugging you winced at a particularly hard tug to you head,

“I don’t know- Ouch Ronald! Be careful!”

“Sorry Y/N.”

“Anyways, I don’t know which house I’m going to be in-”

Ron cut you off, “Course ya do! Gryffindor like the rest of us!”

“We don’t know that Ron. I could be Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw... maybe even Slytherin! It’s impossible to know until the sorting ceremony. So.. let’s just drop house discussion.”

You felt the disappointment in Ron at your reaction to the houses but he got his pep back when you started on Quidditch,

“I don’t think I’ll try out... ever. I’ll leave that to you, Fred and George... ok? I want to stick to studying. I doubt there will be free time between classes.”

Ronald groaned and gave up on your hair, stomping out of the room with heavy steps until Molly yelled up for whoever was stomping to stop. Watching your brother go and finishing the task of brushing your hair, you focused on the floor. It wasn’t quite focusing though as your mind went blank thinking about what house you might end up in.

A few minutes later, after zoning back in, you heard crashes coming from the twins room and sighed. You were usually in that mess but after hearing Percy scream at them, you were glad you were in your own room. Molly called for the family to gather a little while after the screaming stopped from Percy. Footsteps bounded down the stairs as you were pulled by the arm to the stairs. Being used to the twins grabbing you and picking you up more than the rest of the Weasley family ever had, you sighed and clung onto George.

“Hurry up now Weasleys! We need to head out too Diagon Alley for some school supplies for your sister. Everyone gather around, remember to speak clearly now. Percy, you’re first, come on now,”

Molly patted him on the back as he stepped forward to the grate in the fireplace. You watched him grab a handful of floo powder and call out Diagon Alley. He was gone in the next second and the twins were already lined up with powder in their hands.

“Alright, Fred. You  next, dear.”

“Yes mum.”

Fred disappeared in green flames as Percy had, George followed, then Arthur went. Then Ronald, and it was finally your turn. You stepped up to Molly from the corner of the room where you were covering your eyes as the rest of the family went through. Your hand curled around the soft powder from the jar, Molly smiling at you encouragingly as you were rarely allowed to be out in public for fear of someone accusing your family of kidnapping...for whatever reason. A small smile crossed your lips while you closed your eyes and spoke as clearly as you could,

“DIAGON ALLEY”

The swoosh of green flames engulfed you as you felt a pull at your navel. You grunted when you landed on the grate of the Leaky Cauldron fire place. Stumbling and coughing, two hands grabbed you from the grate, the top of a twins head being the first thing you see when you open your eyes.

“Put me down! I want to walk!”

The twin holding you chuckled as you smacked his head while the other chimed in,

“No can do,”

The one holding you, Fred, you realized, did the normal twin thing and finished off the sentence.

“You’re too fragile to let out into the world Y/N~”

Molly stepped from the grate to hustle over and smack Fred on the shoulder.

“Let the girl walk. You know she rarely leaves the Burrow with us. Let her enjoy herself.”

Fred set you down and you jumped on the spot. Molly gathered you in a big Weasley hug to which you groaned. Once out of the hold, you ran up to the front of the group where Arthur stood chatting with Percy. They both glanced at you and Arthur sent you a smile but Percy immediately began the conversation again. You sighed and glanced around for Ron, finding him standing by the door.

“Mum! Can I go with Ron to Honey Dukes?! Please?”

Your body spins in a full circle until you’re facing Molly, her face lit up with that motherly smile.

“Fred, do go with your siblings. Make sure they don’t get into any trouble while they’re running around out there. We will be headed to Flourish and Blotts for a few books. Meet us in front of Olivanders in half an hour. Am I understood Weasleys?”

Affirmative responses chorused from the family. Percy and Arthur walked out of the shop together, George and Molly following to head out for the books. Fred smirked at you and Ron. That smirk was never good... not even when it was on your face and not one of the twins’. 

“Off we go little siblings. We’ll get your candy and then head Zonko’s joke shop. And we don’t tell mom about the joke shop. Got it?”

Ron nodded his head as you did yours. Ron grabbed your hand before Fred could say another word and pulled you away to the candy shop. Your eyes flicked around the alley in awe. It never failed to take your breath away, even if you had only been here a few times. The streets slowly cleared of people as you ran through them with your brother on your arm, screaming ‘sorry’s’ as you brushed by people. 

“Ronald slow down! We’ve passed Honey dukes!”

Ron just laughed you off and ran faster after hearing Fred yelling at the two of you to stop. You kept running, glancing back to watch Fred struggle to rush through the leaving crowds as the sky darkened. While glancing back at Fred, you ran straight into Ron’s back when he came to a stop.

“Ronald! You’re a brick wall! Why did you...”

You paused as you looked back to your brother but after you realized you were no longer alone with Ron, you froze up. The sneer that met your gaze alongside the blank face beside it made you tug on Rons arm subtlety. The head of white blonde hair meeting your gaze furrowed your eyebrows. As Fred slowed to a stop beside you, he realized the situation and began to nudge you behind him.

“Weasleys.”, the man sneered at your brothers, “Who in the good graces of Salazar let you out of the pig pen?”

You stood behind Fred with growing anger at the man. A small growl left you as insults began to spew from the man, accusations and names being called as your brothers stayed still. You stepped from behind Fred despite his nearly silent pleas for you to stay back. Pushing Ron behind you to Fred, you faced the man head on, staring up at him with a glower on your face. 

“How dare you? You have no right to just insult my family! You’re nothing but an old man desperate for attention because his wife doesn’t love him!”

The man stared at you with shock hidden behind a blank face. The woman beside him stared at you with this look in her eyes. You couldn’t place it exactly but you knew it wasn’t disgust.

“You insolent child. You have no idea who you are speaking too. Filthy blood traitors deserve no ability to speak to a pure blood. Get out of my sights and never show your dirty faces here again!”, he looked down at you for a split second during his rant before he was focused on your brothers once more, “The empty cells in Azkaban are screaming for 6 little pigs to fill them.”

You started shaking in your spot, a hand slowly rising to slap the man wherever you could reach. Before you could even get your hand above your waist, you were against Fred’s chest as him and Ron walked backwards slowly in the now light rain. A glare stayed on your face until Fred turned around to let you go, but that glare only stayed for a seconds as Ron had grabbed your hand and the running began once more. You heard Fred begin to run after you two while yelling for you to stop it already. Giggles left you as you reached Honey Dukes and slid inside. The shopkeeper greeted you with a smile while Fred walked in behind you panting from the run.

“You two rascals better hide tonight. I know where you sleep and so does Georgie~”

You tsked the twin as you gathered some sugar quills in a bag. Ron stood beside you filling a bag to the top with pumpkin pasties, murmuring about sharing some with you later if you got away from the twins. Fred stood chatting with the cashier as you and Ronald gathered another bag full of candy each, your second bag a mix of things for you and the twins to eat when they kidnapped you from your room tonight in retaliation to the running.

Fred payed for the candies and dragged you out of the shop by your hair... gently of course. Ron trudged behind with grumbles and sighs as you made your way to Flourish and Blotts to meet up the family. Seeing George and Molly talking at a bookshelf inside, you wiggled free from the grip on your hair and speed walked into the book shop, nearly bulldozing George in your attempts to hug Molly. His cry of outrage was silenced by Molly’s worrying but his mood changed quite quickly seeing his twin walk into the shop and they broke off to bother some second years they recognized from Hufflepuff or Slytherin. 

After gathering the rest of the books, Ron and the twins wandered away to the quidditch shop, which left you with your mom.

“Mum, can we go to Olivanders? I want to get my wand!”

Molly patted your head and led you along the stone path to the old shop. She opened the door for you, pushing you gently inside and out of the rain. You looked around at the dusty floors and wand boxes wondering why it was so dirty. Your thoughts changed when an old... almost ancient man slid out on a ladder from between the shelves.

“Ah Miss Weasley. I’ve been waiting for the day you would walk into my shop.”

You raised an eyebrow at the man in confusion, “I don’t understand, sir.”

He simply chuckled at you and beckoned you forward, Molly ushering you further in before she stepped out of the shop. 

“Come up here, child. I need to gather some wands for you to test out and then we can get started.”

You nodded at him but by the time you had, he was already down the row again and gathering a few boxes in his arms. You watched him curiously as he muttered to himself, sliding to the front and stepping from the ladder. 

“Ok, try these.”, he slid three wands in front of you, “Just give them each a gentle swish and the rest will be done by the wand.”

You picked up the first one, admiring the details on the handle. Flicking it gently as Olivander had said, but it went horribly as a bolt of light flew past the mans head. He simply ducked and plucked the wand from your hand, handing you the second one in apprehension, moving the third away from your reach. You swished the second wand and watched as a flower pot exploded. Cringing back from the shards and making eye contact with Olivander made you smile sheepishly.  Olivander sighed and watched you carefully for moment, gathering the wands together then sliding back between the shelves. He was gone for two minutes before you saw him carrying out two very dusty, ornate boxes. 

“Those are very pretty boxes, sir. But why do they look different from all the others?”

The man hummed at your curiosity and carefully opened the pure white box. You stood up on your tippy toes to try and see the wand. When you failed, you stood still and waited patiently for the wand to be handed to you. As it was handed to you, you gasped at the wand.

“What is it made of, sir?”

“This wand... it is one of the rarest to grace our presence in this shop. It has not been claimed in over 30 years. It would be a wonder for you to obtain this wand. You, Miss Weasley, would be the second person to obtain this wand core. We shall see. Now give it a flick.”

You stared at the wand in confusion as you slowly reached out for it. What about this wand was so special that only one other person had a wand of this type? A sigh left you, grasping the wand a little tighter before giving it a gentle flick. Witnessing no destruction confused you, but as you faced Olivander, you realized why. Charlie had told you about many things such as wand lore, mythical creatures, rarest potion ingredients and so on. 

“It’s... thestral hair.”

Olivander paused his packing away of the wand you had placed down. 

“You are correct, Miss Weasley. The only other wand with such a core is in the possession of Albus Dumbledore.”

You nodded slowly as he opened the other box, humming to himself once more while he pulled the dark wand from the box. This one, you had no idea what it was. So you stared at it in confusion while the old man in front of you chuckled with a cough following it.

“Let’s give it a try before I explain this wands properties to you, Miss Weasley.”

You agreed and grabbed the wand gently, but unlike the other wands, this one sent a tingle up your arm. It caused you to smile and so you gave it a flick. The broken vase repaired itself and the destruction was cleaned in that single swish. Olivander smiled at you proudly and rung up the wand, handing you the box, clear of dust.

“This wand, Miss Weasley, it is special. Just as you are. A beautiful poplar wood, picked from one of the oldest poplar trees out there still. The phoenix feather core is unique. Powerful. It will adapt to your magic and allow you to surge through it. It will never disappoint you, Miss Y/N. This wand will be your savior in many situations to come. Yes it will. Have a good day now, young lady.”

You stared at the wand in awe, nodding along to Olivanders speech, “Thank you, sir. I won’t let it... or you... down. I promise!”

You finished the sentence quickly having noticed the rest of your family standing outside the window, Arthur and the large blonde man from earlier seeming to have an argument. You uttered a quick goodbye, running out of the shop to your dad and tugging on his arm.

“Dad! Dad! Look I got my wand! It’s poplar and phoenix feather! Look at it, Dad. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Molly walked up to your side and guided you back into the family huddle, you showing off your wand from its place in the box. Everyone indulged you with ooo’s and ahhhh’s, but the big blonde man you yelled at was staring holes into your head. You felt the weight of his gaze and turned around in your dramatic showcase to Fred and George, meeting his cold grey eyes with your own. Feeling odd, you tilted your head at the man in confusion and made eye contact with his wife who immediately reached a dainty hand to the mans arm. They then made eye contact, sharing a silent conversation like you had seen the twins do on many, many occasions. 

Arthur cleared his throat and directed you all, minus Ron, to head to the Three Broomsticks and have some lunch before you all headed home. Everyone agreed with the idea of food and the twins carried you on their shoulders, pretending to drop you on multiple occasions. You laughed loudly, Percy muttering in annoyance behind you. This was the beginning, you thought, this is the start of my life as a witch. 

Discoveries Pt. 2

 A/N: This one is shorter because its really just a fluff filler before the main plot continues... enjoy?

Pt. 1 Pt. 3

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Sitting down in The Three Broomsticks, you looked around at everyone chatting away with food swerving around tables, sitting in front of people and pieces flying out of over enthusiastic mouths. It made you smile when Molly tilted her head at you when she sat on the opposite side of the long table. Giving her a nod, Ron sucked you into conversation the second he sat down beside you. You both chattered over your new wands and the treats you bought. The Weasley table was calm for a few minutes but calm never lasted in the household, even in public. 

A shrill scream made you jump slightly in your chair, your head turning frantically to see what had happened. It didn’t take long to figure out that your mother had yelped because of a nose-biting teacup clamping her nose. You smothered giggles behind your hand, giving the twins a small thumbs up as they high-fived and Percy got up to remove the teacup. The angry muttering of Percy filled the brief silence before Molly’s voice run above it all.

“Fredrick and George Weasley! The garden gnomes are your issue now! As soon as we get back to the Burrow I expect you two out and working, am I understood?!”

“Yes mum.”

Ron laughed loudly at the twins’ demise while you watched Percy struggle with the nose-biting teacup. Arthur stood with a sigh, destroying the teacup and silencing the noise at the table. Everyone quieted down immediately with eyes on Papa Weasley. You watched with a smile as Arthur encouraged the twins with a joyful “good one boys!”. Molly gasped and smacked his arm but the whole family could see the smile on her face when she kissed Arthur on the cheek. Your dad stood for a little longer, talking about how proud of Ronald and you he was, how excited the whole family was to see which house you both ended up in. 

It didn’t take long for food to settle on the table, hands reaching, people groaning as their favourite was stolen from under their hands and cups clinking while they filled. The noise settled to casual conversation while everyone filled their stomachs, Ron complaining when you ate the last piece of chicken while he was watching. Fred threw mashed potatoes in your direction but managed to only hit Percy which caused an uproar of laughter and angry yells from the victim of the mashed potato attack. 

The mess was cleaned quickly enough by Molly who scolded Fred for throwing food in the first place. The chaos calmed not long after and the table was nearly silent as everyone fully focused on the rapidly cooling food. You kept light conversation with Ron while everyone slowly cleaned their plates, and empty plates were taken away.

“You are definitely a Gryffindor, Ron. You have nothing to worry about! It’s in your blood to be a Gryffindor. I asked mum how many in the family were Gryffindor and she told me that every generation, minus one on mums side, were all Gryffindor! If that’s not fate, I dunno what is.”

Ron sighed at you, shaking his head in exasperation, “But you don’t know how I’ll turn out. I could be a...a Hufflepuff!”

He shuddered at the thought and you laughed loud enough for Percy to send you a glare. You mouthed an apology towards him and turned back to Ron.

“I do know. Every single one of us-”

You cut yourself off when you noticed your family going pale. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, Ron swallowing harshly. That was enough for you to turn your head and freeze. That same man and woman from outside Honeyduke’s and Olivanders greeted you, but with a plus one. A young boy your age was stood proudly in front of them, his cool grey eyes scanning the room as his parents did.

When his eyes met yours, his cocky expression dropped in confusion as your smile had earlier. The boys hand reached back to tap at his fathers, pointing subtly in question. You saw the man shake his head and dismiss the boy, stalking forwards into the pub to gracefully take up a table with a swish of white-blonde hair and black cloak. The woman met your eyes as well before she sat beside her husband just as gracefully while the boy just plopped in a chair. You broke eye contact with the family, shaking your head and making conversation with the twins and Ron while the table was cleared. 

A minute or so later, Arthur had paid and gathered the family around the floo. Fred went first, George went after, Percy rolled his eyes and flooed back to the Burrow next. You stumbled through the fireplace into the comfort of your home, running directly into George as he had positioned himself as a Y/N guard. You huffed at him but muttered a thank you, standing to the side to brush off your clothes. You looked up to watch Ron stumble and fall to the floor in front of the floo, Molly coming through and tsking before she whisked away the twins to give them brooms for the gnomes. Arthur came through last, locking down the floo so no one could come through after them and guided you to the living room.

“Dad, what's wrong?”

“Nothing dear. Nothing. I just wanted to ask you how you felt about going to Hogwarts.”

“I mean...”, you paused with a thoughtful hum, ”I’m a bit scared of not being a Gryffindor and disappointing you and mum.. but other than that, I’m excited!”

Your dad nodded with a smile, grabbing your hand gently and patting it, “You will never disappoint us just because of a house. Just go through the sorting ceremony and be proud of your family away from home, ok? We love you very much, Y/N.”

“I love you too, dad.”

You smiled back at him and jumped up from the couch, skipping outside to watch the twins deal with the laughing gnomes. Molly walked back inside when she saw you exit the house, your head being patted on her way. You huffed at the mess it made your hair, continuing on to sit by Ron on a blanket a safe distance from the panicking Fred and George. 

“You have to do better George!”

“You do better, Fred! AHHH IT BIT ME!”

Ron dissolved into laughter when George got a gnome stuck to his hand, you following suit when the gnome let out muffled giggles from his place. Watching the gnome swing around, your head went in circles to follow the motions George was making. You got dizzy pretty quickly and gave up, watching with your head mostly stationary. Ron was rolling on the blanket laughing his ass off, his face turning red and tears running from his eyes. You laughed beside him, Fred doing nothing to help his brother until George threatened him with something you couldn’t hear over your other brothers laughs. 

The chaos continued until Molly yelled out that dinner was ready. Everyone scrambled to make it inside first so they could wash their hands faster and then grab the food they wanted even faster. That plan failed everyone but you and Ron, who had first picks because you had received your very first Hogwarts letters. Your plate filled with the food you wanted and could eat without issue, you sat back and slowly munched on your green beans, watching the communal plates empty within seconds after Ron finished piling his plate. 

Conversation started across the table, Fred and George annoying Percy as much as they could. Molly talked with Ronald about his broom which had broken the other day and you talked with Arthur about life at Hogwarts. It was chatty, it always was. But it was home. All you could wonder was if Hogwarts would feel like home too. You supposed you would find out though, so you relaxed fully and listened to Hogwarts stories' be passed around the table. 

Discoveries Pt. 3 ♥

A/N: Yes yes its been a little while but I've been busy okay? and i’ve been fired so emotional things. thank you all for the support so far and i hope this makes up for the wait. 

Pt. 1    Pt. 2

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Stretching in your bed the next morning, you let out a large yawn as you adjusted to fall asleep again. Turning over in bed, you weren’t expecting the face of Fred to be right next you. You let out a startled scream as he laughed you, your eyes rolling as your shoulders shook with laughter. 

“What are you doing, Fred? It’s like 5am.”

“7am. You slept in missy~”

Groaning and flipping to face the other side of the room, your hair swung dramatically with you and into Georges face, who was crouched on the opposite side of your bed, expecting the trouble of waking you up. You screamed again and sat up with a huff, the twins high-fiving over your head. 

“Will you two just let me sleep for another hour at least?”

“No can do. You see-”, George started.

“We need to be at Diagon Alley by 8:30.”, Fred finished. 

You ran a hand through your knotted hair, partly in confusion and mostly in frustration. When it clicked in your head that you had to get some school robes adjusted, you panicked and half jumped, half fell out of bed. The twins backed your frantic movements with laughter as they walked down to the kitchen, the chatter of impatient and hungry Weasleys filled your ears. 

“Why do we have to wait for Y/N to eat?! It’s her fault for sleeping too long!”, Rons muffled voice fell into your conscious and made you speed up your hair and teeth brushing. 

Rushing down the stairs, you stumbled directly into Bill who caught you with a sigh.

“Clumsy as always, Y/N.”

You let out an almost ashamed laugh, your arms squeezing around Bill as he wheezed. Arthur walked in behind the both of you and ushered you into your seats as Molly set down the plate of bacon. 

“Finally!”, Ron muttered as he grabbed the plate of bacon seconds after it hit the table, his plate piling with food.

Food was passed around between the family, conversation filling the air as you ate silently. Your silent bubble was disrupted when Ron dragged you into an argument between himself and Percy. 

“It’s not my fault you have a bloody stick up your ass!” 

“I am a prefect, Ronald, which is something that will actually get me into the Ministry!”

Ron shot you a look of ‘oh dear god not this again’ and you laughed. 

“Percy, you do realize not being a prefect can get you into the Ministry. You just need good grades and the right classes.”

Percy snapped his glare to you, knowing you were right, and sighed. He had always had a sort of soft spot for you, knowing you weren’t actually a Weasley. Which was a dumb reason to not hate someone but you went along with it so not absolutely every child in the house had an argument with him every other day.

“I suppose you aren’t wrong, Y/N. I just have a better chance this way.”

He turned his nose up at you and you laughed, finishing off your plate just as the rest of the family had. The plates were cleared from the table as everyone dispersed to do their own thing. 

“Y/N dear, we must be going if we don’t want to be late. Come now, to the fireplace.”

You brushed yourself off and followed Molly to the fireplace, your hand wrapping around another handful of soft powder. Your eyes glanced up to your mum as she nodded reassuringly. You still weren’t used to it yet and you had a feeling it would take a little while to feel normal and not like you were being vacuum sealed into a plastic bin. With a sigh you threw down the powder and clearly stated “Diagon Alley”, and then you were gone in a swirl of green smoke.

Stumbling from the grate in The Three Broomsticks, you ran headfirst into a solid mass. Panicked, you looked around to make sure you were where you were supposed to be and slowly glanced at whoever you bumped into. Your wide eyes met narrowed ones surrounded by the same white blonde hair from the other day. You took a subconscious step back from the man just as Molly came through the floo, her hands finding your arms as she stumbled lightly into you.

“Mr. Malfoy. If you’d excuse us.”, Her eyes narrowed back at the man as he looked between the two of you, “Come on, dear, off we go now.”

She led you away with gentle hands, your head turning to look back at the man as you swerved through tables. Your eyes met one last time before Molly was tugging you past the door with a firm but gentle hold on your hand. As you met the bustling roads of Diagon Alley, you squinted your eyes at the sun, a frown tugging down the corners of your mouth as you stared at the ground, trying to avoid any ray of sun you could. Leaping between shadows to the fitting, you panted as Molly gently pulled you to a stop in front of Madam Malkins. You sighed and Molly chuckled lightly, her hand taking yours and guiding you in. 

“It’ll only take a minute. Don’t worry dear.”

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“A minute my butt!”,  you exclaimed as you stumbled out of the fireplace in the Burrow, Fred sweeping you off your feet immediately and up to your room where a trunk lay on your bed.

“What is this? Why is my trunk out? What did you do?”

You rounded on Fred and George as soon as you were placed onto the floor, their faces innocent as could be as they watched you with crossed arms and very small smirks of entertainment. 

“You need to pack for Hogwarts!”

“We all have. Our trunks are-”

“-Waiting by the front door.”

“Only two are missing~”

You sighed and stared into the empty space, your eyes tracing loose threads along the seam as you nodded. 

“Okay, I’ll go bother Ronald after I’m done.”

“That's what we like to hear!”, the twins chorused as they walked from your room to raid the kitchen, if Mollys loud reprimanding was anything to go by.

The packing only took you a few minutes, most of your school things were in a separate drawer as it was so all you had to do was move them into the trunk. You finished your packing with relative ease and an overactive mind, the zipper closing breaking the silence you had been working in. WIth a sigh, you pulled your trunk to the top of the stairs before making your way to ROnalds room to aid him in his no-doubt messy packing. Your suspicions were confirmed when you pushed open the door to encounter the entirety of Rons wardrobe scattered around the room. 

“Ron, how? There is no way you had to destroy your room to pack.”

HIs frantic eyes met yours as he scoffed, “Well no, but it felt necessary at the time.”

You hummed and cleared a few spots across the room, handing things to Ron you knew he would want with him. His eyes followed you around when he wasn't haphazardly throwing things into his trunk.

“At least fold things!”, you stomped over to his trunk and folded piece by piece as Ronald sat and watched you with a blank expression until you reached his Chudley Cannon jersey. Then he reacted and grabbed it from your hands with a gasp, his own carefully folding it in a mess. You shrugged and packed it neatly with the rest of his things, the heavier items resting on top of his clothes as the lighter things went on those. 

“There. All done.”, you heaved a sigh as you closed the lid of the trunk, the click of the lock creating a satisfying noise in the otherwise silent room. 

“Thank you, Y/N~”, Ron grabbed you for an overly tight hug, your hands pushing at his arms as you wheezed for a single breath of air that wasn’t from Ron’s vicinity.

“Ok ok ok! I get it, just get it downstairs with the rest of them!”

Ronald let you go after a moment, his frame moving out the door with his trunk in hand as you followed after him.

“You made it sound like you brought yours down! But nooo look at what’s right here!”, Ron huffed and lightly kicked your trunk as he passed it.

“I said the rest of them! Never included mine!”, you shouted after him as you grabbed your own trunk and carried it down the stairs to see Bill and Charlie in front of the floo.

Molly gave the two a big hug with large containers of sweets being shoved into their hands after Arthur gave them a hug as well, Percy nodding a farewell from the couch as he read through the Ministry’s handbook for rules and regulations. 

“Nooooo~!”, you whined, “You can’t leave yet! You like... just got here! We didn’t get to talk about Hogwarts!”

The eldest Weasley boys chuckled and pulled you into their arms for a group hug, tears filling your eyes as they pet your hair lovingly. 

“You know we have jobs to get too, Y/N. We can’t stay to see you off.”

You huffed at them and lightly punched their chests as they smiled at you. A small nod moved your hair into your eyes as you grasped them tighter. While you weren’t as close to them as you were the twins, they had still helped raise you in a sense and that created a connection, plus you were their little sister. Blood or not, that created an even greater connection. Still not one large enough to rival that of yours with Fred and George but it was enough.

“Fine. Just send owls, okay? I wanna tell you everything!”

The boys nodded and placed kisses on the top of your white hair, their eyes slightly glossy as yours overflowed with tears.

“We will.”

“Absolutely we will.”, Charlie finished as he guided you to Molly’s embrace, Bill giving a last wave and goodbye to the family as he stepped through the floo with a call of his destination. 

Charlie gave a similar exit with a blown kiss towards yourself and your mom as he called out for the Ministry of Magic for Romania, however he pronounced it. Their departure set the family in motion as Arthur ushered everyone into the kitchen to go over the basic checklist of the things you would need for your time at Hogwarts. Most of the list was checked off smoothly, Ron mumbling under his breath that it was unnecessary until your dad reached an item he had forgotten and cursed. That got him a small ass-whooping from Molly as she urged him to go get what he had been missing. Fred and George mocked him as he ran up the stairs, your quiet giggles backing them until your parents shushed you all and continued with the list as Ronald slipped down the stairs to his trunk and frantically packed his wand. The list went smoothly after that, everyone having followed the list to pack, well... you had. The trunks were smooshed in the back of the Ford Anglia with a small extension charm, a suspicious popping noise coming from one of the twins trunks, a huff of air and confetti falling into the trunk as they stood rubbing the backs of their necks sheepishly. 

You were all set to head out for Hogwarts, all that was left was getting onto the platform and finding a seat. Easy enough, you told yourself as Fred and George popped confetti onto Arthur as he walked away, their lanky frames sprinting away from a charmed broom as it chased them across the lawn. Easy enough... right?

Request from an anon: ravenclaw reader x Harry where she meets James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, etc for the first time when coming over for a holiday dinner or something?

A/N — hello Nonnie! This actually cuts off right before they meet so if you want a part two with them actually meeting just request and I’ll be happy to write it for you <33

Request Drabble here.

“You’re sure the house apparel is okay?”

The words tumble out your mouth as you smooth out your blue sweater for the fifth time over the ten minute walk back to Harry’s Parent’s house. You thought meeting his family after your date instead of before would ease some of your nerves, but the opposite had occurred. Dinner had giving you more time to ponder over all the things that could go wrong.

While you don’t doubt that his family is just as amazing as he is, meeting them is working you up a little. For some reason, meeting them just feels so official. Not that you aren’t sure about Harry. You plan to cling to his side until he’ll no longer have you. (Which you hope is a day that’ll never come.) It just sends a kaleidoscope of fast-fluttering butterflies to your stomach to know things were getting serious. That he was serious about you.

“I’ve told you, it’s fine.” He squeezes your hand And kisses the side of it. The affection is almost enough to make you drop the anxiousness completely. “They won’t pay much attention to your sweater. And even if they do, you look great. Better than that. You look perfect.” His words bring a warm flush to your cheeks as you nibble on your lip, now with something akin to bashfulness.

“I just want this to go—“

“—perfectly, I know.”

His smile is calm and kind, like you’re being completely reasonable and not freaking out over nothing. “If I’m honest, I don’t see how it could go any other way. You’re perfect, so everything you do is just as. By extension.” A sheepish giggle bubbles from your throat as you squeeze his hand. “Science?” You tease as your shoulders start to relax “Hardly. Everything you do is magic,” he stops walking to give you a little smirk. “Literally.” You reward him with another, louder and more boisterous, laugh. (Next time he wants to go for full belly.)

As you approach his house, you look at him one more time for reassurence. He presses his lips to your cheek. “They’ll love you. Seriously, what’s not to like?” He kisses your other cheek. “And even if they don’t—which won’t happen—they’ll have to warm up to you because I really, really like you. More than that. I love you.” Your eyes widen like saucers, but he chooses is to ignore it for now. “So this’ll be fine, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for your answer as he pushes the door open, dragging you and your saucer eyes through the door.

Kinkmas day 8-Harry Potter(Praise Kink)

(I apologies for how late this is but I do hope you enjoy. I didn’t really have an idea on what to do, I just started writing and got a bit carried away.)

TW: SMUT!! Praise Kink, Rubbing, marking. Pet names(Good girl, Lovely, darling)

Word Count: 1151

Sitting in the great hall, going over my potions homework. Harry walks over with Ron and sits down next to me. 

“What do you have there Lovely?” He asks, snatching my paper from under my hands. 

“Harry give it back! I'm going over my positions homework.” I said, trying to snatch it back. 

He kept moving it out of my reach, looking at it. “This ones wrong, change it to Pepperup potion not Polyjuice.” He said, handing it back to me and grabbing a piece of bread from the basket in front of him. 

I use my wand to erase it and then rewrite Pepperup instead of Polyjuice. I nudge him to look over it once more. 

He nods and gives my forehead a quick kiss, “Good girl” He says, turning to Ron to talk about the next quidditch match on Friday. 

I freeze hearing him call me that, my cheeks turn pink and I look away from them, hiding my face in my hands.

 I feel a hand on my back, “You alright lovely?” He asks.

I just nod and grab my stuff. 

“Yes, the bell is going to ring though so I’m gonna head to my next lesson. See you lads at lunch.” I tell them, leaning down to quickly kiss Harry’s cheek. 

He smiles and gives me a small wave as I walk away. I wave back and leave the great hall. I walk into the girls bathroom and go into a stall, leaning against the wall and sliding down. 

Why did I pause when Harry called me Good Girl?! Oh Gosh! Did I like it?

I shake my head and take a few deep breaths and stand back up. I exit the stall and go to the sink to wash my hands. 

Drying my hands, I shake my head once more, and settle on a decision. 

I definitely DO NOT like it when he calls me Good Girl, I was just shocked. 

*Later after classes in the common room*

I sat with the trio in the common room going over Trelawney's homework. 

“Ok ok, who got B for question 4?” I ask. 

“I got C” Said Mione as Ron and Harry agreed with her. 

“Hmm, damn okay. I guess I'll change it.” I laughed and changed it to C. 

Harry Leaned over the couch to where I sat on the floor and double checked it. Once he did a quick lookover, he nodded and patted my head. 

“Nice job Darling.” He said, leaning back and looked over at Ron’s. 

I pause mid stroke and take a shaky breath. Shit! I do like it! Oh god. I start to feel this feeling in my stomach and I know what it is. 

My eyes widen and I accidentally grab Harry's leg. He looks at me and sees my expression. 

Leaning over he quietly asks, “You alright Darling?”

I Just nod and blush and look down at my hands. 

“You sure?” He asks, double checking. 

I nod again and give him my best smile. 

I grab my stuff and stand up, “I’m actually not really feeling good guys so I'm gonna head up to bed. I'll see you tomorrow.” I said, putting my bag over my shoulders and giving Harry a quick kiss on his hair. 

I smile at everyone and make my way up the stairs to my dorm. 

*Harry’s POV*

She’s been acting weird since snacking earlier. I wonder if she's ok. Going to get back to work, I spot she’s left her quill. I bend over to grab it. 

“Hey guys, Y/n left her quill. I'm gonna go give it to her real quick.” I said to them standing up. 

All I get is a nod and a quiet okay before I make my way up the stairs to her dorm. 

Before I am able to knock, I hear a groan from inside, my eyes widen thinking she's in pain so I knock. A couple seconds go by before nothing happens and so I knock one more time. 

She still doesn’t answer so I just walk in. And what I see is something I didn’t expect. 

Y/n, is laying there, with her hand down her panties and a hand up her shirt. 

Smirking and leaning against the door frame I think, this must be why she wasn’t ‘feeling good’ earlier. 

“Oh Harry.” She mutters but I hear it and smirk more. 

Waiting a couple more minutes, I decided to make myself known. 

“Thinking of me Lovely?” I ask. 

Her eyes open wide and she sits up so fast, she feels dizzy, putting her hand up to hold her head for a second before looking at me with wide eyes. She looks like a deer in headlights. 

“I-I was just” She stutters, speechless. 

“Was just thinking of me? This was why you were weird all day huh. Thinking of me, doing things to you.” I tease her, slowly walking towards her. 

She doesn’t say anything, just stares at me. I raise my eyebrows. 

I lightly grip her jaw, “Isn’t it darling?” I ask a bit more sternly. 

She nods, “Yes sir” She whispers. 

“Mmm good girl.” I say and she arches her back a bit. The smirk that's still on my face widens a bit as I realize why she's this way in the first place. 

She must have noticed I noticed because she blushes and tries to look away but my hand is still gripping her jaw. 

“No need to be shy. I think it's cute that all it takes for you to get like this is to be called a good girl. My good girl.” I said. 

She whimpers and rubs her legs together. I look down and see a little wet spot on her panties. 

Letting go of her jaw, I sit next to her on the bed. Her eyes follow my hand as I grab her leg and put it over mine, opening her up for me. 

I move my hand slightly over her panties, and start to rub over her clit. She moans and I know she's already close from before I got there. 

I lean towards her next and start to press kisses on her neck, sucking on a spot I know she likes. 

My fingers start to rub faster. Her hips start to buck and then a second later she lets go. 

She grabs my thigh, pulling at my pants. Her eyes are closed and she looks blissful. 

I finally stop and just place a couple kisses on her neck to help to relax and calm down. 

She can finally breathe normally again and tunes to look at me. Giving me a look. 

I smirk, about to open my mouth but she interrupts me. 

“No! We are not gonna talk about it.” She said, crossing her arms. 

I laugh and pull her towards me, kissing her slightly chapped lips. 

kinda wanna write a harry potter x reader fic idk…🤭🤭

Perfect

Pairing- Harry Potter x Fem!reader

 Summary: The series of events of Y/N’s and Harry’s love story.

Warnings: Mentions of death, pure fluff

Word count: 2.9k (including song lyrics)

A/N: This is based on Ed Sheeran’s Perfect. So listen to that for a better experience. Also it’s my first time writing something like this so please lmk if you find any mistakes. And English isn’t my first language so their maybe grammar errors.

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I found a love for me

Darling just dive right in and follow my lead.

‘She’s so beautiful’ he thought. You were celebrating your 5 year anniversary with your boyfriend Harry, and your two best friends Ron and Hermione. And Harry couldn’t stop looking at and admiring you.

Today he was going to do the thing he has always dreamed of. He had asked your god parents for your hand three days prior and he was glad that they gave him their blessings.

“What are you looking at?” you asked as you noticed him staring.

“You are gorgeous.” He replied. Your cheeks slowly turned into a shade of pink.

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.

Harry’s mind drifted to the day he met you; The love of his life.

You were just sorted into Gryffindor and came to sit next to him. “Hi, I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N,” you greeted him lifting your hand to shake. “I am Harry, Harry Potter.” And you two instantly became very good friends.

“Oh stop it,” you said covering your face with one hand. “What? I am just saying the truth.” He replied grinning.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was,

“Harry it’s okay, I’m here,” you said pulling him in your chest while he sobbed as Dumbledore laid there dead. “It’s alright.”

“Please don’t leave me too, Y/N,” he begged in between his sobs. “I’m not going anywhere, Harry. I’m here and I’ll always be. I promise.” You promised as you rubbed his back to calm him down. That was the moment he truly and deeply fell in love with you.

He was smiling widely as he thought about this memory. He felt as if he was the luckiest person on this earth because he got to loved by you.

I will not give you up this time,

Darling just kiss me slow,

Your heart is all I own 

And in your eyes you’re holding mine.

“NO!” you screamed as you tried to reach where Hagrid held Harry’s body when Voldemort announced him dead but George Weasley held you tight. You couldn’t lose him. You couldn’t lose the boy you truly loved. You couldn’t lose him without telling him how you felt.

But then everything happened so fast and now you were watching Voldemort fading away in the air.

“Harry!” you yelled as you ran towards him and threw your arms around his neck. He wrapped his hand around your waist and pulled you close and hugged you tightly. 

“Oh Harry, I thought you- you-” you couldn’t say it. He placed his one hand on cheek and said, “I’m here Y/N, and I’m not going anywhere.”

‘It’s now or never’ you thought before taking a deep breathe and started, “I’m in love with you, Harry Potter.”

“Y-you are?”

“Yes, I’ve loved you ever since you comforted me when my parents were killed back in sixth year. And I promise to love you forever if you let me. I promise to be with you forever if you let me. I promise-”

But you were cut off in between when Harry pressed his lips on yours. You were shocked at first but then kissed back. It was a gentle and sweet kiss filled with love, passion, admiration, happiness and so many other emotions you both felt.

“I love you too, Y/N, so much. Ever since you comforted me when Dumbledore died.” 

You pulled him into another kiss. This time it was more passionate than before. Filled with more love and happiness than before. He moved his one hand and rested it on your cheek which gave you butterflies. You placed your one hand in his hair and the other on his chest.

And soon there was cheers coming from everywhere, but you didn’t care.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms,

Barefoot on the grass,

Listening to our favorite songs,

Your mind drifted to the tent dance back when you were on Horcrux hunt.

“May I have this dance?” he asked when he heard your favorite song play on the radio and gave his hand to you when he approached where you were sitting. 

Ron had left and Hermione was in the other room sleeping so it was just you and him.

“You may,” you replied smiling slightly taking his hand.

And the two of you danced as if nothing else mattered in the world. There was an ongoing war, but you didn’t care. There were Horcruxes you came to find, but you didn’t care. Voldemort had risen to power, but you didn’t care.

All mattered in that moment was just two of you, dancing slow at the song that played on the radio, and staring into each other’s eyes with pure love, admiration and other mixed emotions.

When you said you looked a mess,

I whispered underneath my breath

“I look a real mess, don’t I?” you asked but Harry shook his head.

But you heard it,

Darling you look perfect tonight.

“Oh darling, you look perfect tonight,” he said kissing your forehead and your cheeks turned pink and your heart fluttered. Even after all these years he’s still able to make you blush and give you butterflies.

Well I found a woman,

Stronger than anyone I know, 

“Stupefy!” you shot a death eater who was going to attack Harry from behind. Harry looked at you with a grateful face and you nodded back.

Then you ran off from there to help Hermione who was also shooting spells on other death eaters.

She shares my dreams I hope that someday

I’ll share her home.

“One day-,” you started while you both were cuddling in your bed, “We’ll buy a house and live there forever.”

“We will, love,” he said smiling. He leaned down and kissed you softly but sweetly. He was glad you thought same about the future.

I found a love, 

To carry more than just my secrets,

To carry love, to carry children of our own. 

He wanted you to carry his heart and love. He wanted to be with you forever. He wanted you to carry both of your children. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.

We’re still kids but we’re so in love,

Fighting against all odds,

I know we’ll be alright this time.

“Who does she think she is?!” you snapped when you read an article about you and Harry written by Rita Skeeter. 

‘Y/N L/N is just with Harry Potter because he’s The Boy who Lived. She’s just using him for fame. We know this is sad but it’s true.’ The article said.

“I’ll kill her!” you said as you grabbed your wand but Harry grabbed your arms to stop you.

“Calm down love. We both know it’s not true.” He said kissing your temple.

“But people will get the wrong idea about us,” you said. 

“Let them, we’ll be alright. I promise.” He replied.

Darling just hold my hands,

Be my girl I’ll be your man,

I see my future in your eyes.

“Take my hand,” you said as you and Harry were walking on a street in the night of silent winter. He smiled at you before taking your hand in his.

You rested your head on his shoulder as you walked and you couldn’t help but stare at him. His clenched masculine jawline, his beautiful emerald eyes shining in the moonlight behind his round glasses, his soft and pink lips.

You loved everything about him. He caught you staring and chuckled while your cheeks turned pink.

“What are you looking at?” he asked grinning. 

“Have I ever told you that you have pretty eyes?” you said.

“You have,” he replied smiling and staring right into your glistening E/C eyes. You could look into his eyes forever. You could see a perfect future with him in them. 

You leaned up and pressed your lips on his, softly but passionately. He kissed you back with a smile and with the same passion, love and admiration as you.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms,

Barefoot on the grass,

Listening to our favorite song,

“May I have this dance?” you asked giving him your hand as Ron played both of your favorite song.

“You may,” he said taking your hand and he placed his one hand on your waist while he interlocked your fingers with his other. You placed your free hand on his shoulder and started dancing slow on it. 

Ron and Hermione too started dancing and smiled whenever they glanced at you both.

“You’re still a terrible dancer,” you said giving out a small laugh as Harry stepped on your foot for the fifth time.

“Sorry, I never really danced after our tent incident,” he replied. 

When I saw you in that dress,

Looking so beautiful

I don’t deserve this darling

You look perfect tonight.

He was still in awe when you showed up in your gorgeous red dress today. You looked even more beautiful.

‘How did I get so lucky?’ he thought still dancing with you. Your head was resting on his chest. He watched you as you sighed dreamily clearly thinking about something. 

You both switched partners so now you were dancing with Ron and him with Hermione.

You frowned a bit when you saw tears in Ron eyes. “What’s wrong?” you asked him concerned. Ever since you met Ron and Hermione they had became like a brother and a sister you never had. 

“Nothing, I’m just very happy today,” he replied smiling widely. 

“Oh, what’s the occasion? Is ‘Mione pregnant?” you teased as he rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be stupid, if she was you’d be the first to know. Even before me.” You laughed at this as you both continued to talk and tease each other like siblings.

On the other side, Harry was getting panic attacks while Hermione was trying to calm him. “What if she says no, ‘Mione? What will I do then?” he asked worried.

“Don’t be stupid. Of course she’ll say yes. She’s head over heels in love with you,” she reassured, “and if she doesn’t, I’ll make sure that she’s sent to Azkaban for not saying it.”

Harry laughed at this but his insecurities were still there. What if you didn’t loved him enough to spend your life with him? What if he messed up? What if you broke things off? What if-

“Harry!” he snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Hermione’s voice.

“Yeah?”

“Are you ready?” 

He took a deep breath before nodding making her smile. She nodded as she stepped away.

He looked at Ron and mouthed ‘I am ready’ and Ron nodded smiling in response. 

He started moving you towards Harry and pushed you lightly to make you turn around and when you did-

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark,

With you between my arms.

Barefoot on the grass

Listening to our favorite song

You couldn’t stop your tears flowing at the sight. You found him bent down on one knee, with a ring his hand and happy tears in his eyes as well.

He started, “Y/N, when I was young, I never knew what was love because of the Durlseys. But when I met you, everything changed. I found the brightness in my dark life. I found the reason for my smile, the day I found you. I love you so so much, Y/N. 

With you, my life becomes whole, with you my days become bright. In your hands I would love to lay, this night and for the rest of my life. You’re the only thing I’ll see forever. In my eyes, in my words, and in everything I do, your sight is the only sight that will ever bring me peace.

I have faith in what I see,

Now I know I have met an angel

In person, and she looks

Perfect

I want to grow old with you. I want to raise our children with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to be with you forever and ever. So Y/N L/N, will you marry me?” he finished tears now uncontrollably falling from both of your eyes.

You were overwhelmed with your emotions and no words came into your throat. So instead you pulled him up and kissed him hard putting all unspoken words, feelings in just one kiss. He kissed you back with same emotions as yours.

“Yes! A million times yes!” you said as you both pulled away and he slipped the ring on your ring finger.

Ron and Hermione, who were watching from a distance couldn’t help up but cry and cheer. They couldn’t tell the happiness they were feeling in words.

I don’t deserve this

You look perfect tonight

You and Harry had your foreheads touch as you stared and smiled at each other.

“I love you so much, Harry Potter.”

“I love you too, soon-to-be Mrs Potter.”

Your lips collided once again. And this was the beginning of a new chapter in your both’s lives.

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A/N- I know it sucked but thanks for still reading it.

Who he really loves

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader Summary - Who knew that one star-gazing night and a simple question could change everything?

Warnings: Super ‘fluffy’ (iykyk), very very little angst in between and as always my poor English :)

Word count - 1.3k

A/N: I've had this idea for a while so decided why not post it. So here it is. Hope y’all enjoy <3

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The cold prickly grass was nipping at your arms and legs through your clothes as you laid down near the Black Lake, and warmth radiating from your side where Harry Potter laid. The light from the stars and moon was the only source of light. The dim lanterns of Hogwarts seemed like fairy lights.

It wasn't uncommon for you and your best friend Harry to sneak out of the castle at late nights, or in this case very early in the morning. At this time, it was 1.45 am. For the most part it would be a comfortable silence, you both star gazing, deep in thoughts, or small talks about random things.

You had always loved space and everything about stars because everything about them fascinated you. So while you two lay in the grass, you often looked at the constellations or wondered about moon and it never tired you.

"Um, Y/N?" Harry called breaking the silence. You hummed in response not taking your eyes off the night sky.

"I need your opinion on something. Something important." His voice wavered a little, so this had to be important if he was so nervous about it.

"Oh okay, go on," you said and waited for him to continue.

"So, um, well, I-I think I'm in- in love with two different people," he said not looking at you but the moon and placing his one arm behind his head like a pillow, "and I don't know who should I go after."

"Well," you paused not really knowing what to say as no one ever has asked you such type of question.

"Well, tell me about the first girl. What do you think of her, how you feel for her." You said quietly finally getting a head start.

"Well, I've know her since our first year but didn't really start talking to her until our last. She is really pretty and I do like her, and I want to protect her but I think these feelings that I have kind of shrunk, when I realized I liked the second one. I know I still I like her but not just as much as I used to," he finished slightly glancing towards you. You were thinking.

"If you don't like her as much as you used to do, why are you still hanging on?" you asked glancing at him as well.

The moonlight made your skin glow and your eyes got a nice twinkle to them, and that one glance made Harry's heart flutter.

"Because I think she is the only one I really have a chance with and can have a two-sided relationship." He turned his gaze back to the sky.

You thought even more. There were so many girls out there who would date him in a heartbeat. And okay, you included. Because even though you've tried to deny it, you had fallen for him. And you'd fallen hard. Very hard.

You were best friends for years and it just happened. Maybe because it was the way he looked, the way he smiled, the way he laughed, the way his hair would always be messy, you just couldn't help it.

But this isn't about you, it's about Harry.

"Okay, now tell me about the second one." You said slowly coming out if your thoughts.

His face turned pink, "I realized it only a couple of months ago, but I thought it was just a crush but I don't know when this crush became more. I'm friends with her, and the more I am with her I only fall for her more. But I don't know if she feels the same." He said his voice getting smaller and smaller.

"So you knew you liked-loved the first one, correct? But then you fell for the second one?" you glanced at him.

"Yeah." He said simply.

"Well, who do you think you should go for?" you ask looking back at the sky.

"Um, I think I should go for the first one, as I loved her first right? And I have more chances with her." He said with the same quiet voice. "But who do you think I should go after?" he asked his hands getting sweaty as he waited for your answer.

You thought for some more time and finally came to a conclusion.

"I think you should go for the... second girl." You said. Harry's heart bounced hearing you.

"Why do you think that?" he asked a little more quietly looking at you with pink face.

"Because you said you still loved the first one when you realized your feeling for second, right? So if you truly loved the first one, then why would you fall for second one?"

The only sounds that could be heard now were of the crickets, some owls, rustling of winds in the trees and water from the lake.

Harry laid there quietly, taking in every word you said. It all made sense now.

Why he would mostly be awkward with you, why he would mostly get nervous when you're around, why you were the only one who could make him smile even in his dark moments, why he would seek only your cuddles and sweet words whenever he would have a bad day.

Thoughts went through his head and then he realized. He was truly and unconditionally, deeply and undeniably, in love with you. He was in love with your smile, your laugh, your silly jokes, your personality. He was in love with everything about you.

He just thought he loved Ginny but it was you all along.

"Why did you ask me this, anyways?" you asked bringing him out of his thoughts.

"The first girl asked me out on a date and I wanted to know who I really wanted to be with before I said yes." He admitted. You felt something inside you by thinking of him being someone else.

"And have you made up your mind?" you asked looking at him.

He had a soft look in his eyes and even though the night was chilly on the December night, they still gave a warm look.

"Yeah, I'm going with girl two." He said casually.

"Really?" you asked with a teasing voice.

"Yeah, I'm gonna tell Ginny how I feel about her tomorrow." He said as he let out a deep breath.

Your heart sunk deep in your stomach when you heard him. Some tears came but you blinked them back. Was Ginny the girl he loved?

"You- your in l-love with G-Ginny?" you asked trying to sound as casual as possible.

"No, she was girl one. She asked me out earlier today and I'll tell her tomorrow what I feel about her." He replied.

You were somewhat relieved hearing this but still worried who this second girl might be. He can love whoever he wants and it couldn't be possibly you right? You didn't stand a chance. But maybe you could help him get with her if you knew who she was. Then he would be happy. And that was all you wanted.

"So who's the second?" you asked your heart beating faster than ever.

Harry softly smiled to himself and looked at you. The smile never left his face. His green eyes glistening behind his round glasses from moonlight and his messy hair all over his forehead, you couldn't help but stare with pink cheeks.

"You."

Didnt make me cry or anything!

“Am I going to die?”

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characters; Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley(and a hint of Hermione + Harry), Draco Malfoy, Cedric Diggory

Tw; Death, descriptions of Gore

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝐹𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎

There was Chaos everywhere, screaming, fire, sounds of incantations, even the slowly growing smell of Death.

Time went by fast as a piece of the hogwarts roof falls on-top of y/n. as she went from watching her boyfriend Fred Weasley, and his older brother, Percy Weasley reconcile, to laying on the floor on her boyfriend’s lap. she couldn’t even remember getting hit or falling onto the ground. she felt blood trickle and flood into her ears, slowly blocking out the blurring sound of her boyfriend’s yells.

“Y/n c’mon! please, squeeze my fingers again, Percy do something for merlins sake!” Fred painfully says in panic as he and his brother desperately try to do something to stop the bleeding coming from your head. Fred could feel his girlfriends- no not girlfriend, y/n, the girl who’s always been there for him and shared so many memories with, taught Ginny how to do makeup, helped his mother with household chores whenever she could, go from cold to suddenly hot.

Fred could feel his heart shatter and fall into the depths of stomach, feeling unbelievably deep, as he watched y/n completely stop moving. Wide eyed as Fred tried to stop the enormous amounts of blood from staining her face, continuously wiping the blood away. “Y/n you’re strong, you promised me and Ginny you’ll be fine, come on,” Fred says almost desperately. “And my mom, George, Ron, Harry..” Fred says desperately as y/n mutters, “I can’t move.. Am i going to die?” She mutters as she even manages to fail at squeezing her boyfriend’s hand for a last time. Falling in and out of consciousness, struggling to breathe, struggling to even get out the words “I love you”, before her breath stills to a stop.

“No, no, no..” Fred says as his eyes widen at the sight, his girlfriend completely bloody in his lap, at the school they met. He wasn’t even able to say one last ‘i love you’. “I love you y/n please, for merlins sake,” Fred says as the guilt consumes him, he wasn’t able to say a final ‘i love you.’ while she was still conscious, she instead died hearing the sound of chaos and his sobs.

Percys eyes widen as he looked up, quickly trying to grab Fred. “Fred let’s go, please Fred, we need to go!” Percy says as he tries grabbing his brother and pulling him away from his girlfriend’s dead body.

“I’m not leaving y/-“ Fred couldn’t finish, feeling himself get blasted off the floor, “Fred!” He could hear his older brother yell before cutting cut off himself. landing hard on the ground, his conscious left him almost instantly.

It seems the universe won’t let Fred and y/n go through the pain of losing one another.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝒢𝑒𝑜𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎

Y/N and George met in second year, They immediately got along. Maybe it was the fact Y/N was the only one who could tell the two apart.

“He’s not George! i am! seriously Y/N, we’re gonna be working together and you can’t even tell us apart!” Fred says rolling his eyes, attempting a prank. “No. you’re Fred. you have a rounder face and straighter upper lip.” Y/N states matter-of-factly, dumbfounding the twins. “Seriously?”

Stupid right? that a simple snarky comment on their appearance would create a tight friendship for six years. Y/N being the one to talk them out of the overly-stupid pranks that most likely would’ve gotten them expelled.

Isn’t it also stupid how a snarky comment caused two people to fall unbelievably in love with each other?

No, well, at least not to Y/N and George. They immediately felt a connection, with George being the more sympathetic twin, Y/N would go to him with more personal things. George could, sometimes, admit his wrongs more often than Fred. and was more of a joy to be around when you’re stressed, sad, whatever negative feeling you have. Eventually they went to the Yule Ball together, they’ve been together ever since. They were the power couple of Hogwarts. Honestly, their relationship even made some jealous.

They were by no means perfect, They still had arguments. They were mostly started by one or the other saying they’ll try working on something, but Never doing it. the argument today is one of them,

“You aren’t listening to me George! You guys take your pranks too far!” Y/N yelled frustratedly, fighting the urge to rip her hair out of her head. She just found out about the twins ‘prank’ on Graham Montague, shoving him in a broken vanishing cabinet and leaving him in there without food or water. “He’s fine Y/N! nobody ever complains about our pranks, but you!” George yells back stubbornly, not getting up from his chair. “He could’ve died! he had no food or water! and was in a Broken Vanishing cabinet! all because he tried taking a couple of house points away, as if that’s what anyone is concerned about right now!” Y/N explains for what had to be the fifteenth time. “Ok, it was a bloody mistake Y/N.” George tries to come to an agreement, though his tone shows he doesn’t care. “But he was just some Slyth-“ George starts. “Don’t even with that nonsense! So what if he’s a Slytherin? he’s a person, get over yourself, most logical people get past house grudges by now.” Y/N exclaims with annoyance.

“Seriously Y/N just stop! i don’t care, you’re so bloody tense all the time.” George says with same amount of annoyance. Y/N couldn’t bother to come up with a rebuttal, simply grabbing her bags with her mountain of books and left for class.

The argument affected the both of their moods for the rest of the day. Eventually it was the last class of the day, Y/N was running late because she had to help a first year find the Potions classroom. She was lost in thought, after school should she try and talk to George calmly? or wait for him to go to her? she was so busy thinking, she completely ignored an annoying, agonizing, forced high pitched voice.

“Y/N!” The voice called snapping Y/N out of her train of thought. annoyed she says, “For bloody hell, what?”

Y/N felt like time stopped when she turned and saw who it, her blood freezing with the coldness her body turned to. Professor Umbridge.

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George was humming impatiently outside the girls washroom, waiting for Y/N. he watched her go into it, what was she doing in there for so long though? it was moaning Myrtles bathroom, an average person can only spend so much time in there.

“She not coming out?” Fred says as he walked towards his twin. “Nope…What in merlins name could she be doing in there?” George says inpatient. “Y’know Y/N, she could be holding a study sesh in there for all we-” Fred was cut off, both of the twins jumping slightly, getting startled by Moaning Myrtles yell.

“What is this?! Somebody, oh somebody! i’m not getting blamed for this! oh wait but..are you ok? oh god!” Moaning Myrtle exclaims before actually leaving the bathroom, wailing her away down the hall.

George doesn’t wait, who cares if it’s the girls washroom. “Y/N?” George says as he rushes in, he felt his skin go pale when he noticed her hazily sitting on the floor, blood dripping from her wrist.

“Y/N what is this?” George says as he immediately dropped down to her, the amount of blood surrounding them was no doubt terrifying to anyone, especially if it belonged to someone you loved so dearly.

Y/N struggled to speak, explaining in a weak voice. “Professor Umbridge…she punished me but then..while i was walking something happened and it just started burning..then bleeding.” Y/N explains.

“Bloody hell!” Fred exclaims in shock at the scene in front of him. “Spells aren’t working.” Y/N explains in a panicked though sleepy tone. “Am i going to die..?” Y/N asks. “No no, you’ll be fine just rest your eyes..” George says nervously but reassuringly, her eyes forcefully close, blocking out the sight of her two best friends of six years, and her boyfriend.

Now, in Current time, George sits on the dry grassy ground. his Mother resting next to him. the murmurs of the rest of his family and friends could be heard in the distance. He couldn’t take his eyes off the two nicely decorated stones. standing tall as they read,

‘Y/N Y/L/N, November 12th 1996.’

‘Fred Weasley, May 2 1998.’

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝑅𝑜𝓃 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎

Ron sat on the beautiful shade of green grass, munching away on some food, listening to Hermione and Harry talk quietly, snacking on some of their own snacks. They sat against a tree. In front of a Grave stone. Ron was admiring the gravestone with a slow curve to a point at the top, little hearts twisting along the edge, Flowers decorating up the gravestone, perfectly shaping around the words,

‘In Loving memory of Y/N Scamander’

‘August 6th 1980-June 3rd 1993’

Ron remembered back in 2nd year, when Y/N mentioned how pretty flowers look when grown over graves, so he didn’t dare cut the pretty, blue Clematis off her grave. Ron couldn’t bring himself to talk, how could he?

He missed her, he missed her so very dearly. Y/N was his best friend since they met at just seven years old. They would have sleepovers, they would binge eat together, they had the same sarcastic attitude, everything. Except Y/N was still better than him. She was amazing at Potions, she managed to find joy in care Magical Creatures, she even managed to be good at Divination. And she was well-liked, then it was all taken from her too soon. In a way, Ron couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault, whenever he recalls their last day together.

“Sneak out with you guys? why?” Y/N asked questionably as she set her Muggle studies book down. “I honestly doubt we can do anything for Buckbeak, i don’t want to witness that.” Y/N explains sadly, not understanding what they think they could possibly do. “Y/N- your suitcase from your grandfather! Buckbeak already loves you, so i’m sure you could get Buckbeak in there no problem.” Ron says excitedly, feeling hope that they can help Buckbeak. “And no body knows that you have the suitcase.” Harry says with a confident smile that they’ll pull it off.

Ron watched with a smile as Y/N’s face brightened up after hearing their idea, “Oh my god yes! i can’t believe i didn’t think of that earlier!” Y/N says as she got up quickly, before stopping slightly, and asking “Am i going to die?” With an unserious smirk, in reference to the many other past times the group have had near death experiences from seemingly harmless adventures. “Of course not, all we’re doing is getting Buckbeak.”

That dammed idea, sure, they couldn’t have predicted what would happen after, Y/N didn’t even manage to get Buckbeak though, being dragged into the hut by Hagrid.

“Ron?” a voice calls from beside him, Hermione. he was so lost in thought he didn’t even realize the tears swelling in his eyes and lip trembling, as he looked towards the face of his concerned and saddened friends. “It’s already been two years..” Is all Ron could say, turning back to look at the Grave of his old best friend, who he hasn’t seen in so long. despite how sad he was, the tears didn’t drop, as if his own tears were trying to drown his eyes.

“I’ll never forget..her scream, it was so..i don’t know..” Ron mumbled.

“Oh god..Professor Lupin-” Y/N says, her eyes widening as she, Ron, Hermione and Harry walked back, watching in terror as their professor changed, morphing into a deranged looking werewolf, and Sirius Black turned into the black dog, trying to calm his friend. her and Rons attention were brought to Peter Pettigrew, quickly trying to make his escape. Y/N was about to grab him until he tried shooting a spell at Ron, quickly yanking Ron down, making the spell miss. “Bloody hell!” Y/N says in frustration as she tried to quickly get Peter but was too late, as he scurried away. “Ron ar-” Y/N tries to say,

“Y/N! move!” Hermione yells quickly behind Ron. “What?” Y/N says, listening as she tried to quickly move, until she got thrown forward up the ground with pair of sharp claws.

“Y/N!” Ron screamed in panic quickly as he tried to get up, Harry quickly going to mutter a spell, before freezing, as a shrill, deafening, traumatic yell pierced the air, along with the faint sound of something sharp piercing skin and pulling.

The trios eyes widened in absolute terror as the werewolf on top of Kiersten got shoved to ground by the giant, black dog form of Sirius Black. Ron felt as though his soul quite literally left his body for a second as he looked and saw Y/N, his best friend, in front of him. “Y/N!” Hermione let out hysterically as she quickly ran towards Y/N. while Harry and Ron stand frozen, not even noticing the incoming dementors.

Ron just stared with wide eyes and his body unbelievably trembling as he saw Y/N, laying on the ground with rigid breaths and wide eyes as she stared at the grass, a big, deep, wide open claw cuts going down her stomach, more piercing her neck and legs. The cuts were so deep that she was already soaked in her own blood, stomach, legs and neck red. Cuts so deep that you could see parts of a human body you never should, bone, pale flesh.

Ron was trembling slightly as he recalled the memory, tears finally falling. It seemed his friends knew what he was thinking about, as he turned and saw Hermiones eyes full of tears as she just nodded slightly, putting her arm around Ron as she rested her head on his shoulder, letting out a pathetic and sad, “I know Ron..” Harry looking forward as well as he struggled to hold his own tears back at the sounds of his own friends crying, not realizing how much he’s been hiding back the memory and thought of Y/N.

The sad atmosphere and crying from the trio of best friends doesn’t match the beautiful tree Y/N loved, that the three were leaning against, and gorgeous gravestone in front of the three.

The trio got slightly silent, even chuckling slightly when a leaf fell from the tree, a beautiful shade of green and in the perfect shape of a heart, landing right in front of the trio.

A sign from their amazing best friend that she’s still there, even as an angel ʚ♡ɞ.

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎

Y/N and Draco met before Hogwarts, at Madam Malkin’s. Draco can remember the memory vividly, despite how long ago it was.

Draco stood boredly waiting, glancing around Madam Malkin’s store, it looked like a place for stray dogs to Draco. The young, platinum blonde boys attention was quickly diverted to the door as someone else walked in, a girl, around his age. She had Y/H/C, which was oddly satisfying to look at.

He wasted no time, strutting his way over towards the other student. “Hello, i’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.” Draco says, wasting no time at offering his hand out. “And you are..?”

“Y/N Y/L/N..” Y/N says taken aback at his sudden introduction, before smiling slightly and shaking his hand. “Are you going to Hogwarts this September?” Draco asks with a slightly disinterested tone. Y/N’s face brightened up at this, “Yes! i am, i know you most likely are considering the fact your here, what classes are you looking forward to? oh and do you think Harry Potter will be at Hogwarts? What house do you think you’ll be in, i feel like you’ll be in Slytherin because..you know you’re a Malfoy but,”

And it just went on and on, shocking Draco slightly. he couldn’t help but feel relieved once Y/N finally left. “What a blubbering moron..” Draco said quietly to himself, rolling his eyes. Though he was slightly confused on how unbothered Y/N was talking to a Malfoy.

And that now brings Draco to where he is now, absolutely whipped for that woman, while also being ashamed of himself. Sure, she was a pure-blood, but she was a Hufflepuff. How could he let himself fall for a Hufflepuff? that’s a shame on the Malfoy name.

But no matter what he did, he just didn’t feel right when with other people, or when Y/N was with other people. for example the Yule Ball, seeing her with that wretched Potter, it made Draco nauseous. Why did he need to have those feelings?

Maybe in a way it was because she was always so kind, one of the few students in that rubbish school that didn’t find a way to shame Slytherins for god knows what. Maybe it was because even when he would throw bitter insults she ignored it, barely giving him the time of day. Yet even when he would be rude at times, she would talk to him or treat him with respect. Even when he was an asshole throughout 90% of their… friendship? who knows, Y/N simply brushed it off.

What made Draco finally accept his feelings you ask? well, he never truly did, that lingering feeling of self shame remained slightly, though it was his Mother who made him feel like he wasn’t disappointing their family, or a disgrace to their family name. sure, She was shocked at first, but she didn’t let it affect her relationship with her son, and hey, at least it wasn’t a muggle.

“I want you, to be happy Draco. the family name should not have weight over who you love.” She explains sympathetically to Draco.

Though he came to the realization that he waited to long for Y/N. She was with the ‘perfect’ Harry Potter now. Or at least that’s what he thought.

When Y/N noticed how much more aggressive and rude Draco had been since the Yule Ball, she kept on bugging him to tell her what his problem was, becoming increasingly annoyed herself. and when she found out why, she was shocked herself.

“Draco…You have this completely wrong, me and Harry both had no dates. So we decided to just dance together for fun after Ron and Hermione started arguing.” Y/N explains, though it was no secret she was trying to hide her amusement.

And since then, the two have been in a secret relationship. Draco being able to find peace in Y/N, her understanding his views and pressure from his family name. She taught him how to not be so bloody rude to muggle-borns, resulting in his ended use of the word ‘mudblood’. They dated for a good two years, until the weight Draco had on him to join his family in being a death eater.

He always thought he would be just like his father. Well known, well ‘respected’, a death eater. But, he was a child in an adult situation. it’s easy to say you want to follow in your parents footsteps when you don’t fully understand the severity of it. That’s when their issues started. Y/N was trying to be nice, talk him out of it. and he truly loved her, so he said, ‘Ok’.

But when it actually came the time to decide, he couldn’t bring himself to say ‘no’. with his own life, possibly being on the line, or even Y/N’s, he couldn’t take the chance. That’s what ultimately ended their relationship.

“Draco..” was all Y/N could muster as she looked at the mark on her boyfriend’s forearm. she was hurt..in a way she felt betrayed, he assured her he wouldn’t go down this path. “Y/N..please, don’t fight against us..just completely leave. you could die for merlins sake!” Draco said almost desperately, with the loom of the upcoming ‘war’, Draco was scared. “No, absolutely not, i’m not abandoning my friends at a time like this.” Y/N says firmly.

That’s what Draco had to admire, her loyalty. If only he could’ve been that Loyal to her. He thought he was helping her. how utterly foolish he was.

“Draco.” Voldemorts voice drawled out in a sinister faux, mocking tone of respect. “I’m assigning you with an important task for you to prove your loyalty to me.” He drawls out, smiling devilishly.

Draco tensed at the mention of his name, and turned his head slightly to be able to just see his dark lord. “Y/N, Draco. i know about her, and i know she’s making you a weaker version of yourself, holding not only you, but me back.” Voldemort says. Dracos heart started racing at the mention of Y/Ns name, his jaw tightening.

“I want you to kill her, Draco. prove your loyalty to me.” Voldemort says, grinning in a sadistic and sick way. Dracos heart started beating even faster, is it him or Y/N? if Draco fails to kill her will he be killed? what if he can come up with a plan?

“Bellatrix, you’ll be with him. incase he gets cold feet.” Voldemort adds, still with that grin that Draco would love to Avada Kedavra off. but he was the dark lord, of course he’d find joy in this.

That’s what led to right now, Draco and Y/N standing, facing each other in a cool, abandoned hallway within their old school, just hours before he had to kill her, to give her a warning. “Y/N! i’m telling you to leave! or you’ll die, don’t you understand that?!” Draco exclaimed in frustration.

“Oh? am i going to die?” Y/N replies sarcastically. “For the last time Draco i’m not leaving my friends! maybe if you didn’t care so much about your family name we wouldn’t be in this mess! you could’ve been with everyone else, Then we wouldn’t be destined for death!” Y/N spat bitterly. “I thought i was helping you! now i need to kill you! but if you leave now,” Draco tries to explain, but Y/N wasn’t having any of it.

“Helping me?! what else did you expect to happen? he’s the dark lord for christ sakes! he was going to find out regardless, did you expect him to have pity on you? to let you love the ‘enemy’?” Y/N mocks rudely, she was bitter, understandably so. she was lied to, and now her life is on the line, along with her ex boyfriend. Who, under her facade, she still deeply cares about. “If you do kill me, do you have any idea how much everyone will hate you? how they’ll have it out for you? and even the war, you can die. so then all of this was for nothing!” Y/N rambles, letting her emotions get the best of her, not even caring if she made sense.

“I know! we can avoid that if you just leave!” Draco repeats, getting increasingly frustrated at Y/Ns stubbornness, that he would usually love. “Come with me, then.” Y/N says suddenly. “Or you’ll die too, since you failed to kill me.”

Y/Ns face seemed to soften slightly as she said the last bit, but before Draco could reply, A voice cut through the tense air.

“Avada Kedavra!” a female voice called out, as a spark of green appeared behind Kiersten, instantly hitting her back as she fell to the ground. Revealing none other than Bellatrix, a few feet away from the two. “Y/N!” Draco quickly called out, going to check on Y/N, despite knowing that there was no doubt she was dead.

Bellatrix walked over, fiddling with her wand in her hand as she laughed.

“Oh Draco, you’re suppose to kill her! not tell her to leave. You silly boy.”

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝒞𝑒𝒹𝓇𝒾𝒸 𝒟𝒾𝑔𝑔𝑜𝓇𝓎

Y/N Y/L/N and Cedric Diggory. the power couple of Hogwarts. they seemed like they had the perfect, movie worthy relationship. which honestly, they did.

They met in first year, and were best friends ever since. Cedric Diggory was a popular, a prefect, and captain of the quidditch team. Y/N was also a prefect, popular, though more reserved, and was at every quidditch game for Cedric.

Whenever they had arguments or disagreements, they would simply stay away from each other until they were calm. Then talked it out, were honest with each other, and took each others advice to heart. They were like the role model relationship for the rest of Hogwarts.

Though, they usually could work out disagreements, this one seemed to be a special case.

“Do you need to do that stupid triwizard tournament? do you have any idea how dangerous it is? and with everything that’s been happening at Hogwarts already-” Y/N has been ranting for about 30 minutes to Cedric about how the triwizard tournament was a bad idea. about how bad things have already been the past three years at hogwarts, and over all dangerous nature of the event. Cedric understood of course, it was all valid fears. but this really meant a lot to Cedric, and he knew with Dumbledore nothing too serious will happen at Hogwarts.

“Like what…if you..i don’t know..” Y/N says frustrated with herself for not being able to find the words as she plopped down onto Cedrics bed next to him. “Am i going to die?” Cedric asked chuckling slightly as he placed his hand onto hers, “Is that what you’re trying to say? because if so, i can assure you that will not happen.” Cedric says with amusement in his voice. “Especially with Dumbledore as Headmaster.” Cedric reassures Y/N with a soft squeeze to her hand.

Y/N looked over to her sweet boyfriend with a soft smile, “You’re right..i just have a bad feeling.”

But Y/Ns agreement didn’t last long, after Cedric actually got in, and somehow Harry Potter. a fourth year.

“How dense are you?! clearly nothing good is going to happen!” Y/N said frustratedly, she’s been arguing with Cedric about how Harry got in, and over the past three years, Trouble always seems to follow Harry. “Y/N! please calm down,” Cedric starts. “Why?! so that you can find some other way to excuse the obvious right in front of you? that this is a bad idea?” Y/N said sarcastically rolling her eyes. but stopping as she waited for Cedrics response. “No..you’re valid to be worried but absolutely nothing will happen. And this means a lot to me, And this isn’t what i wanted a Picnic for, i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to yule ball with me this year,” Cedric says, trying to calm Y/N down. Cedric couldn’t deny that it was a little weird, but it wasn’t that big of a deal, right?

Y/N sighed in defeat, but smile slightly as she said, “Fine…but please think about what i said.”

And that leads to now, the third task. Y/N waited nervously. she was trying to ignore her nerves that something bad was about to happen, bouncing for foot slightly against the floor. as much as she hated to admit it, she hoped that if something bad happened it wouldn’t be Cedric. She was mentally praying that it’ll happen to anyone but Cedric, and that no one will be too seriously hurt.

Y/N nervously swallowed back what felt like her heart coming up her throat, as she fixed up the initials on her hand that became blurry due to sweat. writing with shaky hands, ‘𐌂.𐌃 ♡’

Y/N smiled slightly when she saw Harry and Cedric, before her smile turned to a face of terror.

“That’s my boy! That’s my son!” Y/N could hear Amos Diggory, her boyfriend’s father yell as he rushed over to Cedric.

Y/N followed quick after, “Cedric!” she exclaimed, she almost wished she didn’t anymore as he saw her boyfriends face. he looked traumatized and lifeless. Y/N could feel the tears start to fall down her face at the sight. “Harry! Harry what happened?” Y/N asked as she knelt down close to him. she was surprised herself with how she hasn’t completely lost control of herself yet.

“He’s back! Voldemorts back,” Harry starts, Y/Ns crying tops for a brief moment as her eyes widened. She couldn’t muster anything else. All she could feel was pity for her perfect and kind boyfriend.

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₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Written by Ankoluvly, 2024 on tumblr!

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Cedrics and Dracos were lowkey rushed, and suddenly added. this short fic(?) is a rewrite of something i wrote a couple of years ago :)

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . Might do a part 2 and add Remus, Blaise, Tom, Mattheo, Theo, and Lorenzo if i start to feel comfortable writing them, i’d also add Newt as a bonus Remus and Newt were suppose to be in this but is struggled with writing them so much.

I don’t deserve you...

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Prompt: "I don't deserve you..."

Fandom: Harry potter

Pairing: James Potter x Pregnant reader

Warning: None

Word Count: 600+

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I felt an immense cold that ran through my bare back, causing me to hide even more in those sheets that covered my body. An arm was perched on my waist, as if protecting me from some event. I slowly opened my eyes, letting them get used to the brightness of the room. I could feel the guy's chest rising and falling against my head.

I raised my eyes to be able to observe the face of the one who hugged me. Memories of that night ran through my head, hinting at why I was naked in his arms. I ran my hands from his chest to his delicate face. My fingers caressed his cheek while there was a small smile on my face. I felt a slight tightening on my waist, implying that he was awake or for the moment waking up from that dream.

- Good morning, love… - I whispered softly so as not to remove the tranquility of the air. I was still stroking his cheek and then approached him and kissed his chin.

- Good morning, beautiful, did you sleep well? -This he said as he delicately opened his eyes with a smile. I felt his hands on my back and his fingers dance on my skin. His caresses were so soft, as if at some point he might break me. I nodded to his question and lay back on his chest, letting myself be carried away by his fingers that caressed my skin. Lips rested on my forehead, causing me to look up at him again.

- Is something wrong, love? - I brought my hand up to his head, so I could stroke his hair while he looked into those beautiful eyes with one eyebrow raised. I saw how he closed his eyes again and sighed softly from his nose. His hands pulled me closer to his body before I heard him speak.

- You know, um... I don't deserve you…- I furrowed my eyebrows and chose to let out a confused noise.

- Yes, love, you are so beautiful, so attentive, and you're you... and I'm... Well, so me... - I separated a bit from him before getting up a bit, placing my elbow on the bed and my head in my hand.

- What are you so what? You are just as attentive as me, just as beautiful, so loving, so careful, and if I continue I never finish. - I laughed as he brought me closer to his face, so I could give him a small kiss on his nose.

- Do you think I would be doing this if it weren't for your words of encouragement, for your love, and for being you? - I pointed to my little belly, which has been growing for almost 5 months now. I took his hand and placed it on my stomach.

- All this is thanks to you and your great patience. - I brought my thumb to his cheek, wiping tears from his eyes. He nodded at my words and looked into my eyes in great detail as if he were looking at the most beautiful thing in the universe.

- Thank you, I really needed those words... - He kissed my forehead even with tearful eyes and caressed my belly slowly.

- That's what I'm here for, I hate to change the subject, but we're hungry, so if you don't mind, Mr. Potter, I'll get up and make breakfast for the three of us, you go take a shower. -

I smiled and kissed his forehead before getting up from the bed and grabbing the first shirt I found on the floor, which was his. I put it on my body, hiding my nakedness. Before leaving the room, I winked at him and walk straight to the hallway, then I heard him laugh.

I was very happy for the life I was having right now and to be able to share it with that boy with glasses and crazy hair.

It was you… The whole time.

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Prompt: "It was you... The whole time."

Fandom: Harry potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warning: Fights, Blood, Swearing

Word Count: 3.7k+

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___’s POV

There were normal days at Hogwarts and other very crazy ones, but today was a normal day. Each of these walls tells a different story, each painting, each person is so unique. Among the corridors, voices were heard, teenagers laughing or stressed by some assignment. You could see young people sitting on the floor doing work together, others you could find in the great library to study and others...well, others with their tongues inside the others throats, as I would say.

Right now I was walking through these corridors trying to find my friends, and it wasn’t easy being my height. My house is Slytherin and I wore my Rope and tie with great pride despite feeling the ugly looks from the other houses. I was somewhat known for my great knowledge of herbs and my help towards the other students for that type of task. Oh, I forgot, I'm currently in my fifth year, and I'm in the same year as the great Harry Potter.

Being distracted in my thoughts I tripped over a foot and felt myself fall to the ground, but I never felt the ground, but I did feel hands take my small body avoiding that fall and with that I heard the voice of the one who gave joy to my days...

- ___, are you okay? - I laughed a little and nodded my head before getting up again to my normal posture. I arranged the books I was carrying in my arms before looking up to see those blue eyes.

- I'm fine, how are you, have you studied for the exam yet? - I asked in a calm tone without removing my gaze from his eyes. I watched as his expressions calmed down, and nodded with a smile, that smile that could make anyone fall in love. Do you know who I'm talking about? He is Draco... Draco Malfoy.

-Not only did I study, I also did paperwork to remember, just how you do. - He kept talking with that big smile on his face, while mine mirrored his. Seeing how more students left the classes we stayed close and walked to our next class, him being by my side made me very nervous, my hands trembled and sweated.

- I like to hear that, I told you it was a good way to study and learn. - I looked at him and shrugged, giving him a small, shy smile. Once we got to class we sat in our seats and for obvious reasons I sat next to that blue-eyed boy. Not only did I like him, he was also my best friend since our third year, which makes things worse. I couldn't tell him about my crush because I had a fear inside me, I didn't want him to reject me and change something within our great friendship, that's why I chose to shut my feelings towards him.

The classes were so long, but so short because I wasn't paying attention to them and without knowing it, class time had passed and not a single note had been taken.

- Hey… Draco, can you pass me the class notes? I was quite distracted thinking about yo… About what will I eat! Yes, what will I eat? - I laughed nervously as I took everything in my trembling hands.

- Sure, but are you okay? You’re a little… red? Are you ill? -He began to bring his hand to my forehead, to which I dodged it before starting to walk.

- I'm excellent! I'm just a little hot, very hot! See you in the common room, Draco! - I said in a hurry wanting to leave as fast as possible. I don't know why I said hot, when we were just starting winter and the air was getting colder. Once in the hall where the common room was, I whispered the password, so I could enter what we called home. I got to the girls' room and threw myself on one of the four beds in that room, which one of them has been mine for 5 years.

I closed my eyes tightly wanting to erase everything that happened that day, I had never been as embarrassed as today, and more so in front of that boy. After what seemed like hours, I decided to get up and take a big shower to wash my sorrows and worries off my body. I washed my hair and body, once I finished I brushed my teeth and put my creams on my face.

Already in my room, all warm with my nightwear and a large blanket covering my body, I decided to write one of the many I have written to Draco, but without telling him who I was, everything was anonymous, I was getting tired of hiding, but It was the only way I could express myself with him. I took a piece of paper and my quill along with the ink and started to write, starting like all those.

⠀⠀

Dear Malfoy,

Today your eyes were a shade bluer than when I wrote you my last letter. In that blue I can see a great sea or a great sky, I could get lost in them any day. I would no longer need to see either of those two, since you have both in your eyes. I would give so much to be the one to look at them first thing in the morning when we wake up, maybe I can’t now, or ever, but I have that hope of holding your hand and thinking about the great future that awaits us.

Those eyes full of brightness, which you hide when you’re serious, tell many stories, those eyes full of emotions make my heart want to burst from my chest, there is a small chance that both hearts will come together in the future, but a big fear is in my chest, which makes me struggle breathing at the thought that the future may never come at my hands…

Yours sincerely,

Little One.

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Once I finished writing, I folded the page and put it in an envelope before writing to whom it was addressed. I walked out to the boys' rooms until I reached where Draco slept. Once I placed it under the door, I quickly returned to the common room, waiting for him so I could copy those notes I needed.

Draco's POV

Lately, that girl had been behaving very strangely, every time I tried to help her in any way she just backed away from me and ran away saying that she has to leave or do something urgently. I've been thinking that I've done something wrong, but decided to put it aside and continue doing some things that I was supposed to do before reaching the common room.

An hour after that class ended, I was able to return to my room, but not before seeing how she was there reading a book, surely she was waiting for me. I didn't bother her and went straight to my room and saw a letter, which looked like the ones that have arrived under the door in the last weeks. I sat on my bed and started opening the letter. I read it three times smiling a little at her words, in could only think about that signature "Little one...", who could it be?...

I put the letter down with the others and went for a quick shower. I took my things once I changed and went to where the girl was. I saw her face of concentration, her lips parted, and her eyebrows furrowed, she had her legs on the couch, I just walked over and took her legs, and put them on my legs once I sat down.

-Sorry for making you wait, little one, I was having some problems… - I spoke in a quiet voice not wanting to scare her, I saw how she took her eyes off the book she was reading and gave me one of her smiles, they were so warm and made me feel at home, something I've never had. She shook her head and closed the book, leaving it on the small table that was in front of us.

- Don't worry, i killed time reading the book, I'm glad you're here. -Her voice was melody to my ears, it was as if an angel was playing her harp. I handed her my notes and then placed my hand on one of her legs. I heard a little thank you come out of her mouth, to which I could only nod, seeing how she took the paper out for her and took notes. I remembered the letters that had arrived, I gave a small sigh before opening my mouth.

- Hey... ___, I've been getting some letters every week from someone anonymous, I don't know who it could be. - I tried to speak as correctly as I could, I saw how she stopped writing. I looked down at my hands and started playing with my fingers and the ring that I had.

-What did it say? Do you have a secret admirer? - I didn't see her face, but I knew she would have a raised eyebrow. I just shrugged my shoulders, not knowing what to answer her. I removed her legs from mine and stood up. -It’s better if I show it to you, you could help me a little to know who she is. - I walk into the room looking for one of the many letters that had come to me and return to my place on that sofa.

- Look, here are some, another one arrived today, but I can't figure out who it could be, it's not like I have so many friends. - I handed her the letters once I saw how she stretched out her hand to look at them, I saw her confused face, I never noticed any more emotion, maybe I saw sadness, but I couldn't see why she could be, I leaned back on the sofa and closing my eyes waiting for an answer.

- I really don't know who it could be, doesn't it look like someone's handwriting to you? It could be someone you know. - I opened my eyes and took my gaze to the letter, so I could see the writing. - No... I don't know the writing, who could it be?. - I went back to lie down and close my eyes, making me not see the girl's disappointed face. I felt movement and a small weight on my chest, I opened my eyes and saw the letters on my chest and saw how she got up from her seat taking her belongings.

- Where are you going? -I said confused at her movements, she just shook her head not letting me see her face. - I'm just tired, I'll return your notes first thing in the morning, thanks. - With that, she disappeared into the girls' hallway until I heard how they opened and closed the door. I brought my hands over my face and across my forehead.

- What just happened? - I just sighed and got up, took the letters in my hands, and went back to my room, so I could sleep for tomorrow.

___’s POV

It's been about three weeks after that event, I fell asleep that night after crying for hours, as he couldn't know my handwriting on that paper, and as he wouldn't recognize that nickname that he told me so much. I stopped sending letters and decided to forget about that feeling that surely wasn't mutual. Obviously, I didn't stop talking to Draco, but I was becoming distant with him, I started going out with more people and a guy has been getting my attention. I began to spend a little more time with that boy, he waited for me between classes to accompany me, he also helped me with the books when they were heavy. He was a great guy, but I still couldn't shake my thoughts about the blue-eyed boy. I was still writing letters to him, but I never sent them, there wasn’t any sort of excitement after seeing how he ignored the clues.

Today I decided to fix myself a little more before going out with the guy I've been talking to these days. We wanted to go out to de-stress after weeks of finals. I left my room with a smile on my face and saw many students in the common room, some reading, others playing, and among them, I saw Draco. I averted my gaze once I saw how he turned to look at me. I lowered my face and walked as fast as possible towards the exit, but I felt how they took my arm.

- Where are you going so fast? -I felt my heart jump when I heard the voice, knowing who it was, I turned around, I didn't want to look him in the eye, but he had to see me strong, so I looked at his great blue eyes and smiled.

- I'm going out with someone, I should already be leaving, it's already a little late, and he's waiting for me. - I turned back, and start walking to where I should go, which was in the view of the lake under a beautiful tree. At least I was warm enough because the air has already turned even colder than it was weeks ago. I got to where that boy was and sat down next to him. After greeting him, we started a long conversation about quite a few topics.

Draco’s POV

After that night, the days have been boring, I have seen how she was quieter, they no longer spent time together as before, and her eyes did not shine as before, we talked, but they were short conversations for classes. I missed her, I missed her hands when they caressed my hair on those nights of bad dreams, her concentration when reading, her dedication to wanting to teach others, her smile, which lit up the entire place and her eyes, those eyes that hypnotize anyone.

I found myself in the common room with Blaise chatting about anything that came to mind, when I heard a door close and a pair of eyes looking at me, I turned to see who the owner was, and I saw her, there with her calm face. She was very well-dressed, she looked beautiful in those moments, she always looks so beautiful. My thoughts were cut off when I saw how she walked quickly towards the door and ran to her and took her arm.

- Where are you going so fast? -I asked serenely, seeing how she turned, so I could see her eyes. I felt how my cheeks warmed at the sight of her beauty, my smile became present until she said the following.

- I'm going out with someone, I should already be leaving, it's already a little late, and he's waiting for me. -My heart squeezed when I heard those words that came out of her mouth and without further ado she left the room without letting me answer. I closed my eyes feeling how the sadness and anger flooded me, it took control of my body and I hit the wall making my knuckles turn red. After calming down my anger a bit, I decided to go look for her and see who she would be with at that moment.

After so much searching I was able to find her, she was under a tree with a boy, they seemed to know each other quite well. I thought my anger was gone, but when I saw how he approached to put a flower in her ear, I exploded. I walked towards where they were and looked at them with anger in my eyes.

- What's happening here? Hey! What's happening? What are you doing with a mudblood? - My anger was talking right now, I couldn't control myself, or listen to what they were saying, I just grabbed the boy's shirt collar and held on tight. Seconds later I felt like they hit me in the nose and that's when I saw red, I started hitting back.

___’s POV

Everything was so fast that I didn't even have time to react, I just saw how they both began to hit each other. My body began to tremble, I was shocked and with fear, I had no voice to tell them to stop. I got up as best I could and walked towards them with my legs as if they were jelly. I dodged a few punches and finally found my voice.

- Guys stop... Stop fighting already! You two look like little kids when a toy is taken away! - I separated them and looked at the boy with a sad look, I could only apologize with my eyes, then I turned to see Draco and looked at him with angry eyes.

- To the common room now! -I saw how he just dropped his head having blood falling from his nose and from his knuckles, he began to walk in front of me, I went back to the other boy.

- An apology, we'll talk later, ok? Go to Madam Pomfrey, she will be able to help you. - I gave him a sad smile before following the other boy to the common room. Once in the room, I just took the collar of his shirt, feeling how my blood boiling in my body.

- What the hell is wrong with you, Malfoy! Why did you start fighting with him?! Its... Its better if you don’t tell me, I'm very disappointed right now. - I let go of his shirt collar before looking at him one last time before disappearing into my room. I only felt like crying under my covers until I fell asleep.

Draco’s POV

I knew I screwed up from the moment I saw her eyes, you could see anger and disappointment in them. I let her yell at me since I knew she deserved to let out her emotions, once she was gone I just looked around, feeling eyes on me.

- What the hell are you looking at?! - I yelled before going to my room where Blaise was, he only gave me a look of disappointment.

- Stop looking at me like that, I know I screwed up, just clean me up so I can go to her. - He just sighed and looked for the first aid kit, so he could heal my wounds. Once my wounds were cleaned I went to her room not without knocking, seeing that no one opened I decided to enter. I saw how she was in her bed in a fetal position and I approached her looking at her cheeks and I realized that they were painted with dry tears. I furrowed my eyebrows, I was angry at myself and decided to let her sleep a while longer until I could talk to her. I sat at her desk and fiddled with my wand until I saw some papers on the table. I directed my gaze to these, and I realized that there were also envelopes, I took one which was already sealed, and I opened my mouth when I saw who it was dedicated to.

- They're for... for me?... - I furrowed my eyebrows until my eyes widened when I recognized the letter - You were the one who sent them to me?... - I said in a low voice before standing up suddenly when I heard how she complained. I walked over to her and cupped her cheeks in my hands.

- It was you... - I saw how she made a face of confusion at my words.

___’s POV

I complained a little about how cold it was, I brought the blankets closer to my body when I felt two hands take my cheeks gently.

- It was you... - I heard how they said those words, but I didn't understand the situation, I opened my eyes little by little even with my eyebrows furrowed by the annoyance of the light until I saw who it was. - What are you doing here Draco, it's late, you should sleep... - I spoke with a hoarse voice full of sleep until I heard him say the same words.

- Me what Draco, stop saying that. - I groaned a bit before meeting his eyes directly, seeing shock and relief in them.

-The letters, the words, the poems, motivational words, all that, it was you...- I opened my eyes when I heard what he was saying and took my arms off him trying to get him away from me feeling like new tears wanted to come out of my eyes from shame.

- No, no, no... little one... it was you... The whole time... I'm so glad - I saw how his eyes looked at me with love and desire, I wanted to look away from his eyes, but those blue eyes hypnotized me, I nodded affirming his words.

- Yes, it was me all this time, I was disappointed as you didn't know my writing, I felt embarrassed and angry seeing how you didn't see the clues, so I stopped sending them to you... I started talking with other people to forget my feelings, but I still couldn't, I still love you in the same way... sorry - My tears were already falling from my eyes and his fingers wiped them with so much care.

- Sorry for not realizing it before, don't apologize, I love you too, you don't know how much I love you, my little one... I'm glad to know it was you... - He approached me, giving me a kiss on my forehead before our foreheads met each other. I put my hands on his shoulders to bring him closer to me.

- Sleep with me tonight... - I whispered softly, wanting to keep the air calm and serene. I didn't hear anything that wasn't him, I felt how he nodded and separated before lying down next to me and attracting me to his chest. I placed my face on his neck as he had his arms around my waist, securing me next to him.

"I love you, little one..." He said after a few minutes of silence, to which I decided to give him a kiss on his jaw before responding with a...

- I love you too... my boy with blue eyes... - And with that, we started a beautiful and long relationship.

Please don’t cry.

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Prompt: "Please don't cry."

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Regulus Black x reader

Warning: Period, Blood mentions

Word Count: 820+

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- Why does it has to come every month! What sin are we women paying!? - You said with all the strength you could do. You were in a fetal position trying to get those cramps to go away, Merlin, they were killing you. You moved every 5 minutes when you felt uncomfortable in that position or when you felt that part of your body goes numb. It was as if the Gods had punished you more than anyone else. The walk to the bathroom was like thousands of knives entering your body, your legs were weak, your eyes full of tears and sleep, and your body was at the point of exhaustion.

You couldn't move an inch because you felt like the red ocean might come out of your body. Between your legs, you had a pillow, and your eyes were closed feeling how sleep was taking over you, but seconds later you felt a big pain in your lower belly that made you make a face of pain feeling how tears began to fill your eyes. They fell down your cheeks as you let out sounds of pain. In a matter of seconds, you heard the door open, letting you hear heavy footsteps on the floor. A hand rested on your back giving small caresses.

- My love, how do you feel? - Asked that voice letting you know that it was your best friend, Regulus.

- I feel like I can die at any moment. - You said letting out small hiccups of sadness. You raised your head from the pillow, turning to see Regulus. Tears fall from your eyes, feeling another wave of pain entering. He took your body in his arms, lulling you and running his fingers through your short hair. You closed your eyes, feeling the warmth of him, tucking yourself in as if you were talking about a blanket. You were still sobbing in his arms, feeling his chest vibrate as he spoke.

- Please don't cry... If I could make you feel better, I would do it, princess... - Regulus spoke to you calmly and quietly in your ear. - How about if you take a nice relaxing shower while I go get your favorite cookies? -

Hearing the word cookies, you wiped away your tears, revealing a big smile on your face. You separated from his body, making Regulus laugh at your excitement.

- I forget how bipolar you can be in these days. - You snorted when you heard what he said, but you decided to ignore him and kiss his cheek.

- Can you take me to the bathroom? I don't feel like I can get up. - You gave him puppy eyes so that he agreed to your plea, Regulus nodded still laughing, and then took you tightly in his arms, so he could get up and take you to the bathroom. Once inside, he Left you on top of the toilet seat and then open the water of the tub and fill it with almost hot water to relax your muscles. He threw the essences in the water and kiss your forehead.

- I'll be right back, take all the time you need, yes? - He looked at your eyes with calmness and affection before you nodded with a small smile. - Thanks, Reggie. -You took his hand and gave it a kiss before kicking him out of the bathroom. You carefully removed your clothes to go to the toilet to clean my down there, then I got up and got inside the tub, not wanting to dirty it with blood. Once you were in that tub, your body completely relaxed, and you let out a sigh of relief.

Half an hour passed and still in that tub, you decided to leave, already feeling your fingers begin to wrinkle. You dried your body with the towel and left the bathroom, one you were in the room you jump a little scared by the boy that was in bed. - God Regulus, how can you enter so quietly? - You placed a hand on your chest, listening to the aforementioned laughter, and a small "sorry" came from his lips. Then you went to the closet to look for comfortable clothing, you put on your panties with a sanitary towel that looked like a pamper, then you put on your clothes feeling the heat radiate in your body.

You walked towards the bed seeing the plate of cookies on the table, your eyes widened like two plates, and started clapping your hands excitedly before throwing yourself into his arms.

- You're the best, Reggie. - You said having your face on his chest making your words unclear, Regulus put his hands to your head separating you a little from him.

- Do not thank me, I'll make anything for you to feel better on days like these. - You smiled happily before taking the plate of cookies and sitting next to him to enjoy the cookies having your head on his shoulder, savoring the moment.

Cold Morning

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Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

Warning: None just Pure fluff

Word Count: 300+

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Days like these you loved, being under the covers curled up next to your boyfriend, this was life. The light entered through the window of the room of both, and the cold became more and more present. You half-opened your eyes, taking into consideration every little detail of that room. Your hands made their way to his bare chest making figures on it, you sighed softly, feeling the calm in the air. Your body and his are so perfect together, they fit perfectly. Remus gradually became aware of what was happening and pressed your body towards him with the arm that was behind your back.

- Good morning, darling… - Remus said in a sleepy, hoarse voice, which made me smile unconsciously.

- Good morning, Remmie. -You got up a little to be able to see his face, you took your hand to his cheek, caressing it circularly. Your hand moves down to his jaw, tracing it carefully. Remus's hands went to your waist, squeezing it lovingly.

- It's a good day to do nothing. -

- You? Do nothing? What did they do to my boyfriend? -You touched his face with false preoccupation, making the contrary laugh and take your hands from his face and then intertwine them together.

- Can't I want a day with the woman of my life? - You smiled happily at what the other said and then heard hurried footsteps in the hallway until it entered the room. With that, Snow climbed onto the bed, placing himself between you two, looking for attention.

- And with you too, little one. - Remus laughed, stroking the fur of that canine, which he happily received.

- Then we'll stay here until we get hungrier. - You laughed before showering them both with lots of hugs and kisses.

And so the morning continued with many kisses, licks from Snow, and many laughs.

Safe…

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Warning: Nightmare, Anxiety, Fears

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Sweat fell from your body, panic took over your body, the air did not enter your lungs, you were motionless, and your brain did not respond to your pleas. You were imprisoned in the worst nightmare you could have had in many years. You didn't understand what they were saying, you just felt your fear and your anxiety grow making you hear buzzing. You tried to scream, but nobody listened to you, you tried to run, but you were still in the same place, it's as if the dream wanted you to suffer.

You didn't know if it was your own demons, your mind, or dead people who were playing with your mind in those moments, you only knew that you wanted to get out and as fast as possible. The sound in your ears became more present, the cold air made your skin bristle, darkness took over the environment, the scene was gloomy. Footsteps were present as well as a voice in the distance, there was total silence in a matter of seconds, but those steps and that voice were still present.

It kept increasing the sound and you felt how they approached you, you kept trying to scream but your voice failed. Everything came very fast, you felt suffocated, even when having air, you felt cornered, without having a cage, your only option was to talk to yourself and stay sane in the situation. You felt a breath behind your neck near your ear, the hairs on your body stood on end, you closed your eyes tighter. Suddenly everything vanished and you got up from that position in which you slept, you were looking for air, your chest rose and fell agitatedly. Your forehead and back felt damp with sweat, you brought your hand to your chest trying to calm down. You felt how a hand was placed on your shoulder, you gave a cry before hearing the voice of the person who was trying to calm you down.

- Hey... hey, it's me, calm down, try to breathe with me. - You nodded once you deciphered what he was saying to you and then start doing exercises to calm your mind.

- Can you tell me what things you see in this room. - It was the last question he asked you after a few rounds of questions to stimulate your brain.

- Yes... bed, books, and window... - You said softly in a calm and quiet tone, while you looked into his eyes, he brought his hands to my cheeks giving light caresses to them. You raised yours to position them on top of his, feeling the closeness and warmth that he provided.

- There it is darling, very good. Do you want to tell me what you dreamed? - You quickly denied his question just wanting to be in his arms, knowing that you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep for a short time. You placed your legs on either side of his waist and settled on top of him. You sighed relieved to have him here, he brought his hands to your back caressing it. He made figures and whispered sweet words in your ear making you feel at home again.

- You will always be safe in my arms. - He whispered in my ear and it was the last thing I heard before falling asleep…

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You shed tears remembering those precious moments with your late boyfriend... You couldn't believe that the only pillar, the one that kept you alive, was gone. He was your true love, who you dedicated day and night to, who you loved and respected, now he is gone. He left big void in your soul, you promised to move on, but you couldn't, those nightmares in which he helped you, now took over you and you only wished that he could comes to save you, but... those pleas never come true…

You got up from the ground where you spent several hours a week talking in front of the tombstone of your lover. You kissed the flowers you had left and sadly headed to your car, so you could go to your house and lay down in that bed in which it was for both of you before. You felt how the wind passed through your body as if it were a farewell hug and once in your car you just drove without looking back.

- I'll wait for you here darling, I'll keep you safe in my arms soon again... - That man’s ghost whispered seeing how the love of his life was going back to what they once called home.

- I’ll wait… -

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If I made a series of Harry Potter, with a main character which would be you, who would you want that character's partner to be?

Serie Charlie Weasley

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Amelea Barnes

Prologue

Life Before

⠀⠀⠀→ 0 The strange girl and the letter

⠀⠀⠀→ 0.1 Diagon Alley

⠀⠀⠀→ 0.2 Platform Nine and Three Quarters

⠀⠀⠀→ 0.3 Sorting Hat

First Year 

⠀⠀⠀→ 1 Year 1

Second Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 2

Third Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 3

Fourth Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 4

Fifth Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 5

Sixth Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 6

Seventh Year

⠀⠀⠀→ 7

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Amelea Barnes

Age: 13 yrs

Birthday: March 14th, 1978

House: Slytherin

Blood Status: Unknown for now

Personality: Becomes quite protective of those she loves, especially if they’re younger than her.

Physical: Shoulder-length pale brown hair, tanned skin, 1.60cm, Eyes with Heterochromia, one eye green and the other blue.

Fear: Snakes

Motivation: Being able to become a doctor

Prologue

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Amelea Barnes has always had a lot of problems with her family, leading her to have a lot of problems with herself. Those same problems made her parents leave her in the hands of her terrible grandmother Isabela. One day she received a strange letter, which told her that she had been accepted as a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, from that day her life has changed. Despite not understanding very well the concept of everything, she would give her all to make her teacher proud. There she would learn many incantations and various tricks. Even though she was a somewhat closed girl, she would make many friends, including a pair of red-haired twins.

Two years later, the famous Harry Potter, the boy who survived the terrible attack on his family, would enter the school. Amelea will not only meet new friends, but also secrets from her past that have been kept from her. A strange feeling has grown in her to want to protect her friends. Many challenges have arisen, the arrival of strange creatures and the return of the Dark Lord. A new family became present in her life thanks to the conviction of her friends. They will protect each other until the end of their days. They not only gave her a chance to be part of the family, but also to find the love of her life among them.

A big, dark secret is hidden by the ministry and the school board. Will Amelea be able to know the big secret about her that they have been keeping from her? Will she and her friends be able to survive the future that awaits them?

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Soon I will be uploading some chapters of what I have written of the series that I had told you about some time ago. I hope you like it because I'm putting a lot of effort into it. It's going to be quite a long series as you can see it will be about the person being all the years at Hogwarts, plus the problems and several secrets. I will continue writing it when I have the time, since I am very busy with this university thing. Again, I hope you like what I have already written.