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The Weight of the World

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Febuwhump Prompt - "Please don't do this."

Prompt - “Because he's a hero, darling, and when do they ever get a happy ending?”

You felt sweat pouring off you as you leant against the wall, panting for breath as your eyes stared at the door just in time to see it slam shut, trapping the uncontrollable flames caused by Fiendfyre behind them. You gripped your wand tightly in your hand as you forced yourself to take a deep breath, knowing you still had a long night ahead of you.

“It’s the snake,” Harry said, causing your gaze to snap over to him, Ron and Hermione looking down at him as he sat with his back to the wall. “She’s the last one, it’s the last horcrux.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, finally knowing the last horcrux, finally the end was in sight but you knew she wouldn’t be easy to destroy, the other horcruxes had been spread out buut Nagini, you knew Voldemort kept her close at all times and even if you managed to kill her there was still Voldemort.

“Look inside him, Harry.” Ron said, kneeling down next to his friend and you made your way over to them too, sitting next to Harry and taking his hand in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze as you shoved your own emotions down. Harry was exhausted, he was a boy thrust into a new world that had already decided his fate for him before he was born. You needed to be brave for him now and forced a smile onto your face, watching as he relaxed slightly and listened to Ron. “Find out where he is. If we find him, we find the snake. Then we’re one step closer to ending this.”

Harry closed his eyes, his face contorting in pain as he winced and you hated that you could do nothing to help him, nothing to make any of this easier. You could only sit there, shooting a scared glance to Ron who nodded at you, all of you desperate for this night to end.

You felt Harry tense beside you, breathing heavily as he watched whatever Voldemort was doing, trying to figure out where he was. He finally let out a shuddering breath, sounding scared as his eyes fluttered open. The three of you waited as he collected himself, taking a deep breath before he turned to you, seeking comfort from you as he squeezed your hand almost desperately. You forced yourself to smile again and watched as he nodded at you, swallowing against the lump in throat.

“I know where he is.” He told you all and you were all quick to stand, Harry not letting go of your hand until you were running down stairs that led to the court yard and you both needed to fire spell after spell against the death eaters. You went to round the corner but Harry grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest, holding you close as a green curse shot past you causing you to let out a scared gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes that showed your fear clearly.

“Thank you,” You breathed out and he couldn’t help but smile down at you.

“Don’t mention it.” He said, watching as Ron dealt with the death eater before you all rounded the corner together, Harry kept you behind him and seconds later he grabbed your hand as you froze, staring up at the giant in horror and if not for Harry pulling you along you would have been crushed under the quidditch post it held.

You all made your way past it, somehow, freezing again as you saw the werewolf, Greyback your mind supplied, feasting on Lavender Brown. A silent sob wracked your body as you turned away just as Hermione shot a spell at the wolf and you all ran forward again, making your way down to the boat house.

You all made your way through the building as silently as you could, hiding as you watched Voldemort and Professor Snape talk alone in the room and from your position, still behind Harry, you could see Nagini slithering across the floor.

You watched as Voldemort circled Snape, hand reaching out to grip Harry’s jacket as you listened to the conversation, stomach twisting as you realised where the conversation was heading and sure Snape had never been your favourite person, had done a lot of questionable things over the years but nobody deserved the punishments Voldemort deemed fit.

Harry glanced away from the scene in front of him, turned towards you and pulled you closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him and he could feel your fingers digging into his jacket even tighter, not looking away from Snape or Voldemort. Harry rested his head against yours as he turned back too.

You watched Snape’s face, eyes falling shut as he too realised what was happening and jumped as you heard a tearing sound before you saw Snape’s body fall to the ground. Harry jumped too but managed to cover your mouth with his hand just as you gasped in horror, pressing you further against him to conceal the noise.

You heard the hissed words from Voldemort and despite not understanding them you still flinched. Harry, however, understood the order to kill completely and flinched himself but he wasn’t able to look away as Nagini continued to lunge for the man, holding you against his chest and not letting you pull away.

He waited until Voldemort disappeared from the room before he squeezed you tightly in his arms, almost as if he was reassuring himself that you were still alive, before he placed a lingering kiss to your forehead and shifted you so Hermione held you instead.

You all entered the room, you, Ron and Hermonie staying near the door as Harry knelt next to Snape, collecting his tears before you all froze. You watched as Hermonie crouched on the floor, covering her ears to try and block the noise out, Ron and Harry gripped the walls to stay upright as the room seemed to tremble and you winced, tilting your head as the voice seemed to consume every inch of you.

“You have fought valiantly but in vain,” the voice hissed out, “I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured.”

You made your way over to Harry who pulled you against him again, leaning heavily against the wall as he frowned at Voldermort’s words.

“Harry Potter, I speak directly to you.” He said, causing you to tilt your gaze up to Harry who was already looking down at you. “On this night you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me. There is no greater dishonour. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. Should you do so I give you my word that no other life will be lost on this night. You have one hour. If, at the end of that time, you have not given yourself up, then I shall punish every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me.”

You were already shaking your head up at Harry before Voldemort had even finished speaking, Harry looking down at you, suddenly looking like he was carrying the weight of the world and he was about to collapse under the pressure.

“You’re not going.” You told Harry shakily and Harry leaned down to press his forehead against you before glancing down at the flask of memories in his hand.

“Come on.” He says to you all, not saying anything else as he makes his way out of the room, you under his arm and Ron and Hermonie following close behind as you make your way back up to the courtyard, looking around and feeling chills at the emptiness.

Ron pushed the doors to the castle open, the four of you glancing around at all the injured people who were being healed as you made your way over to the Great Hall. You watched Ron pause in the doorway, eyes locked on the group of redheads before they zeroed in on Fred who lay motionless on the floor.

You felt your jaw drop, a huff of disbelief escaping you as you stepped closer to the group, tears welling up in your eyes as you stared down at Fred, expecting him to open his eyes at any second, wanting it to just be a terribly, horrible joke.

You felt like hours had passed before you finally turned away from Fred’s body, seeking out Harry, your stomach dropping when you saw he wasn’t there. Your eyes darted around the room, hoping he just needed a moment to himself but you knew that wasn’t the case. Harry hated everything about this war, a war he hadn’t volunteered for, a war that was forced upon him as a child, a war where he would take the burden of every death that occured. You knew he would do anything to stop it, even if it meant giving his life.

“No,” You said as you turned from the room but Hermione stopped you, her hand reaching over Ginny to grab your arm.

“Y/N,” She began causing everyone to look over at you, tears falling uncontrollably down your face as you shook your head.

“Let go of me.” You said, surprised by how dangerously calm your tone was. “I’m not losing him, I’ll kill Voldemort myself.”

Hermione’s lips twitched upwards into a smile but it didn’t meet her eyes as she stepped around Ginny and over to you but before she could speak you cut her off.

“I’m going.” You told her, pulling your arm out of her hold and turning to leave the room, storming out of the room and stumbling down the stairs with every intention of walking into the Forbidden Forest, no matter what was to come.

“Y/N!” You heard Ron calling, running forward and stopping you with his hands on your shoulders, Hermione coming up behind him, all of you missing Harry who stood at the top of the stairs, taking a moment to just watch you all, listening to what was being said. “He’ll kill you.”

“Let him try.” You said and Harry hated the coldness in your tone, hated that you had been dragged right into the middle of the war even though he knew you’d curse him for even thinking that, knew you wouldn’t let him blame himself but how could he not?

“Harry,” Hermione gasped as he heard footsteps, darting around to see Harry walking down the stairs. Your own head snapped around and you choked out a gasp as you pulled away from Ron and ran up the stairs into Harry’s arms.

“I thought you’d gone to him.” You cried against his chest and Harry felt his throat close up, he couldn’t speak. He buried his face in your hair, holding you close and savouring the feeling, memorising everything about the way you felt in his arms and he fought against the tears that pricked his eyes.

“Where’ve you been?” Hermione asked worriedly as Ron turned to face him with concern clear across his face.

“Yeah, we thought you’d gone to the forest-” Ron began but Harry cut him off.

“I’m going there now.” He told you all and you pulled away from him straight away, glaring up at him though the effect was ruined by the steady stream of tears as both you and Ron protested.

“You’re not going!” You snapped just as Ron told him he couldn’t.

“I have too,” He said, looking into your eyes but you just shook your head, not hearing him out. You couldn’t lose him, you just couldn’t. “It’s meant to be.”

“Rubbish!” Ron exclaimed as you sniffed.

“Harry please,” You begged with him and he hated seeing you like this, he wanted nothing more than for this to be over, to take you far away from here but he knew that was impossible, he knew that even after this he probably would never see you again.

“What is it, Harry? What do you know?” Hermione asked him before you could say anything else and you looked at Harry questioningly.

“There’s a reason I can... hear them -- the Horcruxes.I think I’ve known for a while.” He said, glancing from Hermione, to Ron and finally settling his gaze on you. “I think we all knew.”

Harry watched as your eyes fell shut before you took a deep breath.

“Okay,” You said with a nod, “let’s go then.”

You made your way down the stairs, missing the looks the trio shot between them. Despite everything though Harry couldn’t help but smile as he watched you, shoulders pushed back, head held high, determined to do this.

“Y/N,” He said, jogging down to you and stopping you, wiping the tears only for them to be replaced instantly. “You can’t come.”

“You go, I go.” You told him, your voice shaking as you watched him shake his head.

“You can’t come,” He repeated and felt his heart ache as you sobbed before he pulled you into a tight hug.

“Please don’t do this.” You begged him, the words muffled against his chest but he heard them clearly. “Please don’t go.”

“Hey,” He said, taking a deep breath before he pulled away from you despite everything telling him not to, telling him to hold you tightly and not let go. “Everything’s going to be ok.”

You shook your head at his words, sobbing as you pleaded with him silently.

“You don’t have to do this alone.” You told him, watching as his forced smile quivered.

“Yes I do,” He told you softly and your eyes fell shut, desperately trying to hold back more tears but they just kept falling. Harry knew what he had to do, it was the only way to make sure everyone was safe, to make sure you were safe.

He reached his hand up to cup your cheek, brushing at the tears before he pulled you close and brought your lips together. The kiss was messy and desperate, both of you trying to convey what couldn’t be spoken, words that there wasn't enough time for because somebody had decided long ago how Harry’s future would turn out and heroes hardly ever got a happy ending.

“I love you, Y/N/N.” He whispered as he pulled back, resting his forehead against yours, hating the sob that left your lips as you nodded against him, scrunching your eyes shut.

“Harry,” You choked out but then he felt a small shake of your head, barely there but he felt it, “I love you too.”

Harry leaned in, pressing one last kiss against your lips, savouring the moment before he forced himself to pull away, turning to Ron and Hermione and pulling them both into a tight hug.

“Kill the snake,” He whispered to them, feeling them nod against him, “Kill the snake and then it’s just him. Then it will be over.”

With those words Harry turned and walked away, the three of you watching as he went. When he disappeared you let yourself crumble, falling to your knees as sobs wracked your body and there was a pain in your chest words couldn’t describe.

All you could do now was wait.

You were sitting on the stairs finally all cried out and feeling numb to your core as you watched people move around you but didn’t register much, not until you heard Ginny speak.

“Who's that Hagrid’s carrying?” It was an innocent question but it had your stomach dropping and you felt your blood run cold as your head snapped up before you stood from your seat as people flooded out of the castle.

You ignored them all as you took two steps forward before silently gasping as you knew exactly who Hagrid was carrying and felt your knees buckle but somehow managed to stay upright as you looked towards Harry’s lifeless body.

“Harry Potter,” Voldemort announced, glee in his tone and you felt your blood switch from cold to boiling hot as anger bubbled in your veins, “is dead!”

Seamus was closest to you and he noticed you move half a second too late, his fingers skimming your arm as you lunged forward, wand raised as you shot a curse towards Voldemort who easily reflected it.

Voldemort didn’t even get a chance to retaliate, Bellatrix sending a curse that stung your entire body and forced you onto your knees and you couldn’t do anything but slump down, tears you thought had long since ran out coming back with full force seeming to echo around the courtyard.

“Idiot girl,” Voldemort snarled at you before he continued his speech, “Harry Potter is dead!” He called out again and you felt your fists clench as his side laughed, Bellatrix’s cackle sending a shiver down your spine.

You listened as Neville stood up to Voldemort and couldn’t help but feel anger towards him at his words.

“It doesn’t matter that Harry is gone,” His words had you standing on shaky legs, your wand gripped tightly in your hand as Ron grabbed your other arm, holding you in place. “People die everyday. Friends. Family. Yes, we lost Harry tonight. But he’s still with us and so is Fred and Remus and Tonks and... all of them. They didn’t die in vain but you will.”

The anger left you as you managed a smile over in Neville’s direction, trying to figure out the moment that scared kid in first year had turned into a man that had the courage to stand up to Lord Voldemort himself. Your eyes widened as he withdrew the Sword of Gryffindor from the sorting hat before you saw movement from the corner of your eye turning just in time to see Harry roll out of Hagrid’s arms causing you to let out a sob of relief before Ron pulled you back as spells started flying around the courtyard.

“Potter!” You and Ron turned to see Draco tossing Harry a wand, his wand.

“Well done, Malfoy!” Ron yelled before looking over to you with a grimace. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

You couldn’t help but watch as Harry grabbed the wand with those seeker reflexes of his and without missing a beat turned to fire spell after spell on Voldermort.

Just as a stone wall exploded, Harry manages to make his way over to you and Ron, Neville not too far away. You let your hand touch Harry’s arm despite how much you wanted to throw your arms around him you knew it’d have to wait.

“We’ve got to kill the snake!” Harry told you both urgently, all three of you missing as Neville looked from the sword over to the snake before he was thrown back with a curse from Voldemort himself as he tried to do what Harry needed.

Ron grabbed your hand, nodding at Harry as he pulled you back into the castle, holding you tight despite your attempt to break free and stay with Harry as Voldemort led his army into Hogwarts.

“C’mon,” He yelled at you and you winced as you heard part of the castle crumble, desperately looking around but lost Harry easily. “Find the snake.” He said to you and you nodded as you dodged a curse.

You watched frozen in place as the snake turned on you and Ron, watching it rise to its full height, hissing at the two of you before you huffed out a breath as it darted past you, the three of you shooting each other confused glances but followed it down, letting it lead you back to the courtyard, Ron pulling you and Hermoine down, his arms wrapped around you both as the snake lunged for you only to be stopped by Neville.

You panted for breath as you stared at Neville in amazement before your head snapped over to Harry just in time to see him and Voldemort fire spells at the same time. Harry’s red spell meeting Voldermort’s green one as they battled against each other and you could do nothing but stare, holding your breath as you waited for something.

You watched in shock as Voldemort’s wand was ripped from his hand as it flew over to Harry before Voldemort screamed as he died before your eyes and you couldn’t stop the shuddering sobbed that spread throughout your whole body as you realised it was over.

Harry had won.

Happy, overwhelmingly happy tears ran down your face as you ran across the courtyard into Harry’s arms. Harry easily caught you and laughed disbelievingly into your shoulder as he nuzzled into you, still in shock.

“You did it!” You exclaimed, pulling back and smashing your lips against his in a messy and heated kiss, hands tangling in messy hair as he dug his fingers into your waist. “You won!”

“It’s over.” He told you, sounding as breathless as you felt.

“It’s over.” You confirmed and smiled as he leaned down to kiss you again this time it was softer, his fingers spreading across your waist instead of digging in and your grip on his hair loosened so you were caressing the dark locks.

Harry pulled away and rested his forehead against yours and you couldn’t help but smile at the disbelief written across his face.

“It’s over.” You repeated once more watching as he sagged against you, the weight of the world finally falling from his shoulders.

Harry took your hand in his leading you back towards the ruined castle, it was a strange feeling walking through the Great Hall, seeing all the injured people. You felt Harry squeeze your hand as Ron and Hermione rounded the corner, their hands tangled together and you all grinned at each other before walking out of the castle and onto the bridge.

You listened as Harry explained just why the wand didn’t answer to Voldemort and watched as Ron put the pieces together.

“You possess the Elder Wand?” You asked, laughing in disbelief because of course Harry Potter possessed all three of the Deathly Hallows. Harry grinned over at you knowing exactly what you were thinking. “Of course you have the most powerful wand in the world.” The two of you laughing with each other for the first time in a long time.

It felt good.

“What are you going to do with it?” Hermione asked and you looked at him with wide eyes as he snapped it in half before your eyes softened and you smiled over at him, wrapping your arms around his waist and laying your head against his back.

“It’s finally over.” You whispered the words, only meant for him and he smiled over his shoulder at you, his eyes soft as he did because he really didn’t think he’d get another second with you and he didn’t intend to waste any time he had been given.

The weight of the world was off his shoulders, he’d played his part and somehow he had made it out alive with his best friends at his side and you next to him the whole time, even if it meant you were willing to march to certain death.

He turned around, cupping your cheek in his hand and brushed his thumb across your cheekbone, glad to see there were no tears. He leaned down, not rushing, there was no need to rush any more, and pressed his lips to yours.

It was probably the softest kiss the two of you had shared, slow and romantic, not rushed for time, not needing to get across words that neither of you dared speak out into the world. Just the two of you together with all the time in the world.

Harry intended to make the most of every moment he had with you.

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On female characters being held to a higher standard

I want to discuss something I've seen in fandom that applies much more broadly, and it involves internalized misogyny toward fictional characters.

Fictional characters often do some shitty things. In fandom, we often explore the shitty things they've done in canon or introduce new shitty things! I can't even begin to list the number of shitty things I've read characters do. I'm not saying this is a bad thing. I love moral ambiguity in fiction! I think we humans have lots to learn from thinking about the inherent messiness of life and of relationships.

I write mostly mlm fic. Which means I write mostly male characters and have mostly female readers. (Another whole thing but not focusing on that right now.) And what I've found is this: in fics where I have prominent female characters who are exactly as messy and complicated as the male characters I write, the comments I get are much different. I can think of maybe one or two comments EVER in which I've been criticized for a male character doing something wrong. But Hermione and Ginny? Lots.

I wrote a fic in which Hermione is literally under attack by men's rights activists because she got love potions outlawed. The fic spends a lot of time exploring the complexity of the issue, and in the fic Hermione is challenged by allies with more and less robust challenges and by men's rights activists who are trying to sexually assault her in retaliation. I have received DOZENS of comments (many extremely impassioned) telling me how wrong Hermione is, how can she think outlawing them is the right answer?!, etc.

I wrote a fic in which Harry and Ginny get pregnant almost immediately after the war and Ginny has an abortion without telling Harry. Harry is triggered and gets super upset, etc etc. I recently got two very serious comments telling me that Ginny should've talked to Harry about the abortion, that her behavior wasn't healthy, and that girls shouldn't do that.

I don't care about the comments. But I do feel like we need to have a conversation about this double standard we apparently have wrt fictional characters—because I'm not writing these women any differently than I write men, and the comments are wildly different.

Why are we expecting so much more of female characters? Why are we expecting what amounts to perfection? Do we not see that this contributes to really poor female representation in books and fandom?

Why are we expecting that fanfiction is offering life advice? And if we are expecting that, why are we expecting it more when it's female characters on the page? Fiction isn't life advice, even if sometimes we get amazing life lessons from it.

Both of the fics I mention above are Harry/Draco fics. My most fundamental question, then, is why it's so easy for readers to redeem Draco when they can't do the same for female characters WHO HAVE NEVER DONE ANYTHING NEARLY AS BAD AS HE HAS?

Draco was a bb nazi. Draco joined a hate group that sought to genocide ppl including Harry's bff and mother and his father was the lead torture. Draco idolized that father's actions until the whole thing got too close and bummed him out.

Listen. I am all for redemption stories. I think Draco is a fantastic character (as should be obvious from my fics). But why is it that we as readers can forgive that type of behavior, but not Hermione having a radical political position on love potions? Why is it that we can handwave bigotry and torture but not a 17yo girl who is traumatized and grieving for getting an abortion without consulting a man?

So first, fictional characters do not always behave in ideal human ways. An author writing that isn't condoning any of the behavior.

Second, if you find yourself outraged by a female character's behavior, maybe take a moment to ask yourself whether your internalized misogyny is showing. Are you excusing much worse behavior in male characters?

that softness which i hold so close and dear

Author: Anonymous

For: @blue-rose-smalls​ / This_Time_I_Wont_Regret_My_Username

Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Word Count: 19,567

Rating: Teen & up

Content: EWE, Hogwarts Professors, Letter Writing, Late Night Conversations, Oblivious Harry Potter

Warnings: None

Summary:

When DADA Professor Harry finds out that the new Charms Professor is Draco Malfoy, he’s surprised to say the least. But what’s worse is that Malfoy seems to be steadfastly avoiding him, and Harry doesn’t know why. What he does know, however, is that it bothers him, even if he can’t explain why.

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Smile For Me

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Word Count: 914

Summary: You want to make the constantly brooding Draco Malfoy smile, and you succeed...

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Set after the battle of Hogwarts. Hope it’s okay! I don’t feel really good about this...

Smiles from Draco Malfoy were a true rarity. The blond boy was the very embodiment of a cold-blooded man who wanted to succeed, because his blood was as cold as it was pure. And yet, to you, there was nothing about him that screamed ‘Prejudiced Pureblood’ because he had changed his ways for the better. The war had taken its toll on him as it had on everyone, but it had changed him in ways it had changed nobody else. Gone was the prejudiced boy full of hatred. He had been replaced by a still snobbish, still superior, man who was much more tolerant than he had been.

Still, Draco never smiled. He never found the motivation to, and that saddened you immensely because he should have had a thousand reasons. He had a perfect job at the Ministry of Magic, his family life wasn’t in shambles, he had friends and he was free to live his life on his terms.

Apparently, those terms didn’t include smiles.

So you made it your purpose to make his lips curl upwards in mirth even the tiniest bit.

You worked together, and since you saw him every day you thought you had a chance to make him smile.

Hopefully.

~.~

“Hey, Draco, how are you on this fine morning?” you asked, grin wide as ever as you strode into the office, sitting in the chair next to the platinum blond wizard’s and looking at him expectantly as you did every morning.

He took a sip of his tea and rolled his stormy grey eyes as he relaxed in his seat, running his hand through his hair to push it out of his eyes.

“Considering we have ten lawsuits filed against that wizard who made the fountain at the park in Yorkshire explode and several complaints about the man pretending to be the Queen of France in Aberdeen, not so well,” Draco said with a sigh, levitating a stack of parchment towards you with a flick of his wand.

You took it with a smile and studied it, knowing that you wouldn’t get your smile in return. But it was okay, because that’s just how things were, no matter how much you craved that smile.

~.~

“The bloody Aurors can’t spare one person to go bring the bloke with the exploding fountains in for questioning!” you heard Draco curse from the door as he walked into the room, a flurry of bottle green robes as he sat down on his desk chair. “We have a job to do, but they won’t let us do it. And then they complain about our inefficiency. We’re the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, not a police force,” he sighed, rubbing his fatigued eyes with the palm of his hand. Seeing his distress, you couldn’t help but try to help him a bit, make hm feel slightly better with himself.

“I can go in their stead,” you said with a shrug, and it was true. Having been in the Battle of Hogwarts yourself, you knew how to protect yourself should the need arise, but you couldn’t see how you would be threatened by some guy blowing up pipes in a park.

That was the first time you ever saw Draco concerned. There was a crease between his eyebrows and he was worrying his lower lip between his teeth as he studied you. You had to look away from his lips because, okay, the way he sucked on them was pure heaven.

“Alright,” he said finally, trying not to sound too doubtful. He knew what you could do and he wanted to trust you with this job. You smiled at him then, hoping for a smile in return but getting none. You didn’t let him see how much that hurt.

Soon, he had briefed you on the details of the mission and you had Apparated away to track down the offending wizard.

And you did... but that didn’t go so well. You returned with the now incapacitated wizard, victorious, but you were pretty badly bruised, sporting a dislocated shoulder and a gash across your stomach.

It was also the first time you saw Draco fret.

“How are you feeling?” he asked softly as he ran his wand over your injuries, healing them with expertly executed healing spells. “I’m feeling okay, really,” you offered with a small, tired, smile as he finished with healing you but he didn’t pull back.

Instead, he looked at you with wide eyes, noticing the proximity but not caring enough to distance himself from you.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and while he talked your eyes focused on his lips, soft and perfect in their shape. You could only nod mutely in reply, too caught up in fantasies to look up. Had you looked up, you would have met a gaze focused on your own lips, blue-grey and concerned and positively magnetic.

It was that magnetism that kept you constantly in each other’s orbit, which attracted you to his lips.

Nobody knew who moved in first and frankly neither of you cared enough to find out but soon you were kissing and it was like a million sparks exploding around you. Draco’s hot breath left tingles on your skin as you kissed and every movement of his lips and swipe of his tongue against yours felt amazing. When you pulled away, a thousand questions in both your eyes, you saw something that made every doubt go away.

He was smiling.

Over the Moon

Summary: The Yule Ball was coming close and you had no date. You just broke up with Cedric Diggory and planned on asking your best friend, Fred Weasley instead. But it looks like he had other plans. Slight angst, fluff, a kiss A/N: This is my first fic so please bear with me. The whole concept was in my script for my DR but I really liked it and decided to write more about it so here!  Feel free to send ur thoughts pls ! <33

Life in Hogwarts was amazing. The magic, the friends, feasts, and drama gives you so much adrenaline. On the other hand, you were living a more exciting student life compared to your other schoolmates because you were best friends with the infamous Weasley twins. The lot of you have been friends since your first train ride to Hogwarts.

You were the brains of the pranks and sometimes the distraction, which made you miss a lot of detention from the teachers. It gets you worried that the twins might think it’s unfair, but they always assure you that it doesn’t bother them at all, and they wouldn’t want you in trouble either.

As your friendship blossomed over the years and you knew the twins deeply, you looked at the older twin differently. Romantically different. Your heart always flutters when you make him laugh or when he leans his head on your shoulder when you read in the common room. Unlike George, Fred would always flirt with you, and you’d do it back, but of course, to you, it’s all platonic fun. You would always comb through his red locks when he’s laying on your lap and hear him sigh, making you confused because why does your heart thump to something your best friend does?

You hate to admit it, but you react differently to Fred’s actions compared to George. You would find it absolutely weird if George flirted with you, laid on your lap, or hooked his arm through yours.

But even if you had felt something for Fred, you never acted on it. You were too scared to ruin something beautiful and something that makes you happy. You would never risk it just for a silly school-girl crush.

But was it really just that?

George had noticed the sudden shift between you and Fred but never really said anything about it since he saw it as some sort of source of entertainment; his two best friends were head over heels for one another, but neither of them had any idea.

You and Cedric have been dating for weeks, but you guys weren’t something too serious. Everyone in school knew about it and thought your relationship was adorable. It started as a friendship; both being skilled Quidditch players and popular students, you were bound to be friends and experiment with something more.

Unbeknownst to you, Fred was feeling down, given your new relationship with the Hufflepuff golden boy. He didn’t ignore you, but he was just a little distant whenever you guys were together. Maybe it was jealousy, Fred thought. But he quickly dismissed it because why would he be so bothered about his best friend’s new boyfriend? They’re clearly happy, and everyone approves, so why would he not?

It has been weeks since Cedric was chosen as a champion for the Triwizard Tournament, and him asking you out right after. You supported him throughout his tasks, school works, and even did Quidditch practices together. All in all, both of you were doing really well.

But it just wasn’t there. The sparks or the excitement when Cedric holds your hand or kisses you. It doesn’t come close to the feeling you get with a certain redhead.

You hate wasting time, so you ended things with Cedric telling him the truth about how you felt.

“Took you long enough.” Cedric huffs.

“What?” You were so baffled at his response. You expected him to be angry or at least sad, but he was showing the complete opposite. The jerk head was even smirking!

“You really think I wouldn’t notice you ogling Weasley all the time? And how you would smile at me awkwardly when I kiss your cheek? It honestly makes me laugh. Seeing you flustered and guilty.” Now you thought that something was wrong with him. Did the golden egg drop on his head? Did the dragon do something to him?

“Seriously, Cedric. What the hell are you talking about? And which Weasley because I heard there are about four of them in this school! But even though, I would never ogle at one of them, that’s weird! They’re like family!”

Except one of them, you thought.

“I know you know who I’m talking about. No one other than the great Fred Weasley. You know, I was even surprised you agreed to go out with me. Even the whole school knows you both have the hots for each other.”

“We do not!”

“Yes, you do.”

“No.”

“Yup”

“Never.”

“The blush in your cheeks says otherwise.” He said, smirking.

You quickly duck your head and hide your face out of embarrassment. ‘Was I really that obvious?’ You wondered if even Fred himself had picked up on your feelings for him. But your thoughts were interrupted by the golden boy.

“Really, though. No worries at all. Though I was looking forward to going to the ball with you. But at least now you can take someone else” He wiggles his brows suggestively. “Ugh, whatever. But I’m really sorry, Ced. I had a great time with you though. Friends?”

“Friends.”

Days passed, and no one in Hogwarts knew about the break-up, so they still assumed you guys were together. Plus, no one really asked, not even your best friends.

The Yule Ball was getting closer. Some won’t shut up about it, and some are always huddled together, planning how to ask people to the ball. Your conversation with Cedric still occupied your mind. Should you really ask Fred? But what if he has a date already? I mean, he is attractive. But you thought that Fred would appreciate that you would want to go to the ball with him, so you decided on asking him tomorrow morning.

It was the morning after, and all of you were sitting in the Great Hall. With the twins, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Angelina & Katie nearby, and Ginny with her friends in the distance. You sat across the twins giving you a clear and complete view of them.

Ever since you sat down, your hands have been shaking out of anxiety. What if this goes wrong? You stop rambling in your head, and you start to write on a piece of paper.

“Have you got a date to the ball, Freddie? :)”

You decide this is good enough, so you fold it up to hide it from Snape, who’s lingering around.

“Psst!” You hiss at Fred and pass the note to him quickly. He collects it and reads it over. He looks back at you, and you shoot him a smirk. He starts to glare at you and which gets you stunned. You didn’t know, but Fred Weasley thought you were boasting about how you had a date, and he had no one yet. He didn’t know that Cedric and you were over. He was offended by your act and decided to retaliate.

Everything was so sudden.

He starts tearing a piece from his notebook, balling it up in his fist, and throwing it at Angelina Johnson. She looks back to see the culprit and glares at Fred.

‘Do you want to go to the ball? With me?’ He mouths while making a weird dancing gesture. Angelina quickly nods with a little smile, and Fred gives her a satisfied look.

He goes on to look at you after his whole act to boast as well. But he is caught off-guard by your teary eyes and hard stare. You were very silent, and even Harry and Ron looked at you in fear. You quickly gathered your things and ran out of the hall, your tears finally falling.

Fred turns to his brother and asks, “What’s their problem? They started it.”

“You are one bloody idiot.” His twin replies. Harry and Ron nod in agreement, and Ginny shakes her head in disappointment from afar.

You were in your bed, lying down while tears soaked your pillow. How could he do that? Right in front of you and everybody else. You were so embarrassed and felt so stupid that you even thought of asking him. Of course, he didn’t feel the same way as you did.

Your friends have been trying to cheer you up, but they haven’t been successful until they pushed you to still buy something to wear for the ball. You hastily agreed, thinking that you did not need anyone to bring you. You can dance and have fun with your friends.

But it would be much more fun with him.

You’re standing in front of the mirror, shocked at yourself. You looked amazing. The outfit you picked suited you perfectly. You also had a beautiful necklace draped on your neck and matching earrings as well. Satisfied with how you look, you head down to the hall to attend the ball.

Your friends had gone in with their dates, leaving you behind. But you didn’t really mind. You were walking down the stairs slowly, not wanting to trip. Now, that’s totally embarrassing. You spot your friends, and even Fred, by the end of the stairs near the entrance. Ginny sees you and shouts, “Merlin! It’s Y/N!”

She screamed it pretty loudly, so a lot of people around started to look at you, making you quite queasy in your heels.

Fred couldn’t believe what he was seeing. You looked absolutely gorgeous. He thought he had never seen anything more beautiful than you right at this moment. He feels a pain in his chest knowing you won’t be with him tonight, but he wonders where Cedric is. Did he not show up?

You smile at all of them and compliment how good they look.

“You guys look cute.” You tell Fred and Angelina. She replies, “Thank you. You look stunning! Where’s Cedric, though? Aren’t you going with him?”

You facepalm yourself. You forgot no one really knew you guys weren’t a thing now. “Oh! We kinda ended things about a week ago. On good terms, though, so no hard feelings or anything.” You glance at Fred, and he stands there surprised.

He now felt stupid because he thought you were teasing him about not having a date. He now realizes that he was such an asshole for asking Angelina in front of you when you were actually trying to ask him. He stays silent out of regret and shame.

You head into the hall and gaze around the beautiful decorations. Shortly after, Dumbledore announced that the champions would enter soon and have their dance. You move to the side and wait for their entrance.

Music starts playing, and you see Fleur Delacour enter, Krum next, then Cedric. He was hand in hand with Cho Chang. You lock eyes and smile softly at one another. Fred sees your exchange, looks down, and thinks of how stupid he has been for the past few days.

Time has passed, and the ball has turned from elegant to chaotic. Chairs and tables were everywhere, and everyone was dancing by the front while the band was playing. You were dancing with your friends, having so much fun. You even forgot about your whole thing with Fred.

Moments later, the music turned into something softer, and others went back to their dorms to rest. Couples and those with dates started pairing off and danced to the music. You sit by a corner, watching them hopelessly. You spot Fred and Angelina swaying.

It’s too much to bear, so you run out of the hall without saying goodbye to your friends. You head to the balcony near the hall that overlooks the lake. The scene is beautiful, but you feel like shit.

Fred sees you run out, and he goes after you, concerned, quickly apologizing to Angelina for the sudden rush. He sees you by the railing, and his heart breaks by the sight of your shoulders shaking,

He comes close and calls out your name.

You respond but still not looking at him, “Just go back, Fred, I’m alright.” Your voice is slightly quivering.

He’s not convinced, given the state that you’re in. Your hair is ruffled as if hands have been run through it a hundred times. And you’re hugging yourself as if you feel cold — which you are.

He takes his coat off, puts his jacket over your exposed shoulders, and asks you softly, “What’s the problem, love?”

You melt at his soft voice. You realize you’ve missed him so much. You look at him in the eyes. He sees the evident redness and fluffiness in them and instantly feels sad and regretful.

You ask him directly, “Why did you ask Angelina?”

He’s taken aback by your sudden confidence and starts to explain himself.

“I didn’t know you broke up with Cedric, alright? I thought you were bragging or something when you passed me that note. You were going with Diggory, for Godric’s sake! Golden boy and Triwizard champion, of course, you would brag about it. But then, I should have known better. I didn’t think you were actually going to try and ask me. If I knew you weren’t going with Cedric, I would have totally asked you! But I got mad at what I thought you were doing, so I asked Angelina in front of you to get back at you. But when I saw your face after and you ignored me, I instantly regretted it. I’m terribly sorry, I really am. I’m such an idiot…

“…Please, I miss my best friend.” He finishes.

Though his whole rambling comforted you since he didn’t mean any harm, you were hurt by how he called you his best friend. But why would you? You are his best friend.

But is that all I’ll ever be?

You decide to ask him. You can’t wait any longer. You didn’t want to put yourself in this situation again.

“Is that all I’ll ever be to you, Freddie? Your best friend?” You say almost in a whisper. He looks shocked, but he stays silent, so you go on. “I like you, and Cedric knew. Though I didn’t really know until he pointed it out. I mean, who wouldn’t? With all the stuff we do…

“I’m not sure anymore. Sometimes you act like you feel the same, but you go and do things that contradict that like, asking freaking Angelina out in front of me!” He looks away sheepishly.

“I just realized that recently and I think I’ve liked you for a very long time now. Why do you think I can distinguish who you are between you and your twin? Why do you think we instantly know what to do when we see each other? Why do we cuddle and hold hands, but I don’t with George? Why do I constantly look for you and crave your presence as if I’ll die without it?!”

Fred looks stunned.

“I’m sorry….” You bloody idiot! You just embarrassed yourself big time.

You turn your gaze to the view before you. The moon shines brightly, and the lake is calm. You start thinking, given all this silence. Does he feel the same way? I shouldn’t have said all that. He probably thinks I’m weird. He’s being so quiet it’s scaring me. I think he’s planning to escape. I mean, I would do the same too if my best friend for six years just told me she likes me.

“I can’t believe it.” He blurts out, catching me off guard.

“What?”

“I can’t believe it.

“I can’t believe you feel the same. It’s like you took the words right out of my mouth.”

I’m stunned.

“I thought I was the only one who got confused about all the things we did. When we’re together, I feel like there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. When the day ends, and I see you on the couch by the fire, I want to freeze time and look at you forever because I’ve never seen anything more beautiful and peaceful. When I lay on your lap, and you touch my hair, Godric, I feel like a moron for smiling so much, and I never want to leave. I never want to be away from you. I want you by my side at all times, hooking your arm through mine and smiling up at me.

“All I ever wanted was you. No one else.” He finishes, and I look at him softly.

It’s like you’re locked at this moment. Looking at one other with so much love and all emotions that have been tucked away for years are right here in this time, between your gazes. There’s nothing else to say but also so much.

After a while, you both smile. His hand reaches out for yours that’s sitting on the railing. You intertwine your fingers and pull him close, giving him a big warm hug.

You pull back and smile up at him. He does the same. You sigh and look back at the beautiful scene right before you, the moon shining brightly in contrast to the dark starry night while being in the arms of the boy you loved.

You stay like this for what feels like hours.

“So, what’s gonna happen now?”

“I don’t know. What do you think we should do, Freddie?”

“I think… we should do this.”

In no time, he cups your face and pulls you close. He puts his lips on yours. You don’t respond for a while out of shock. But a few seconds later, you start to kiss him back.

It’s quite funny ‘cause your teeth are clashing because of the big smiles on your faces. You both can’t hold it in, so you laugh at your state. His laugh sounds amazing, so warm.

“So, do you want to be officially mine?”

“Never thought you’d ask.”

You kiss again, softly this time.

You both hear cheering in the distance and see George, and everyone else, even Angelina, cheering you on.

“Finally!” George shouts.

FICTOBER AO3 IS UP! four days til we start yalllll

FICTOBER 2024

as usual i was unable to find any good fictober lists that i PERSONALLY enjoyed for this year, so, keeping with tradition! i made my own! since we're a week from october i figured i'd post it now to let people take a look :^) if you end up using any of it (or all of it) PLEASE DO TAG ME! i'll post a link to my ao3 fictober in the next few days so it'll be up there as well! (plaintext list is below the cut + click for MUCH better quality)

shackles

headless

thunderstorm

journal

sun

clock

sacrifice

moth

aged

catacomb

ancestral

fissure

tentacle

cairn

swamp

statue

vail (NOT veil or vale!)

precipice

impaled

cage

rotten

sunrise

immolation

prisoner

peak

coward

delirium

carved

garden

mandible

(and as always) All Hallows' Eve

for an outsider with divine wings, the underworld suits you (PJO x HP)

The fourth entry to my angel of death series (aka non-connected one shots where Harry is the Angel of Death. ..or basically Death-adjacent.)

But so thus, the Angel of Death was literally just going to be how demigods were for the gods. Which, fair, he’d chosen to do this, and to be claimed as one of Death’s children, however not literally, would be an honour. The other kids however wouldn’t have had a choice in that, having just been born that way, so it sucked for them. Man, the gods could at least be more grateful towards their children. He supposed though, with the small lifespan of a human, that it would do nothing but hurt to get close to them. But then what would even be the point of creating them? Well, probably because otherwise they didn’t have any believers and would fade, but man, no thanks for continuously defeating their enemies. That sucked. (he tried not to think about the parallels) Despite that, and many of his very pissed off thoughts, he was temporarily being lent over to Hades to get his children for him and bring them to the Underworld. And they also weren’t at camp. Yay. --- OR, Harry, basically Death (Thanatos)'s adopted kid, gets lent out to Hades for a task. To get his kids. ..And he may or may not run into a certain pair on a quest.

basically following the plot of The Lightning Thief, sorta.

Burn Me With Fire / HP x KHR Fic (Fic Rec)

unfinished but its over 100k

hell to the fucking yeah. this is really making me want to write more crossovers where characters interact with each other and stuff , like fully fandom fusion

except ive already started way too many projects that if i do more id probably implode

Summary:

After the encounter with Quirrell, Harry's world drastically changes. In (sleep) comes a foul-mouthed man with a healthy amount of disregard (of reality). Or, where Harry meets a man who could somehow talk while encased in ice, and his world tilts, spins, and implodes.

Yuu and the Power of Magic by writingerror (TWST x HP fic rec)

— At the dawn of her fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Yuu finds herself waking up in an unfamiliar world known as the Twisted Wonderland. Enchanted by this strange and wonderful realm of magic and charm, she nevertheless resolves to find a way back to Wizarding Britain. However, besieged by the colourful characters of the magical Night Raven College at every turn, Yuu is about to discover how difficult surviving her first year here will be, let alone making her way home. Especially with the darkest secret of the world right by her side—and her growing attachment to this lair of Villains. —

forgot to make a post about this so HERE rq

its so good, i cant understate how good it is

apparently it was written before an official english translation came out (holy crap)

its very enjoyable

its VERY long (a million words..)

i understand that some ppl dont like crossovers, but this is more that yuu's a witch from the hp world who ended up in twisted wonderland. you do sort of need knowledge from it because you might not understand what things do or what yuu's referring to, but i think you could probably still get by with just twst knowledge

additionally, while it follows the storyline-ish (as in it still goes in the book order established)

think of it like an alternate retelling of events. some things will be similar, some things will be wildly different. (in that aspect id assume that you could probably read it without twst knowledge either. there's also in the notes explanations on stuff, like names, terms, etc etc)

i cannot sing its praises enough!

unsure if its still being continued

the author's last update was something like their file for the next chapter getting corrupted, so they had to rewrite it. been a hot minute since then but also their chapters are ungodly long

EDIT: THE AUTHOR CAME BACKKKK (they're editing some chapters n stuff and have a bunch more to add). so glad i joined the discord server WOO

privatter.net

Happy 4th Anniversary! 🎉 - Privatter

An update letter from your author!

Come Away O Fae Child / HP x TWST fic (Fic Rec)

harry in the twisted wonderland universe. hell yeah.

AND HES A FAE (MALLEUS HAS MORE FAMILY HELL YEAH)

its a very enjoyable read. one of the ones i can say i got so invested i didnt even realize i was going onto new chapters until i hit the end lol

i am here for this. sparkle sparkle

and it hit me that i could write harry potter x twisted wonderland

which. i forgot about harry potter for awhile, my bad. but like. its. a fandom i actually fully read the books of (and have read an alarmingly HUGE amount of time travel fics to make up for most forgotten knowledge) so i. could. most definitely write a version. but im also too attached to the fae idea (i always really like faes in fanfics) which at that point feels a little too much like outright stealing an idea and rewriting it (which rubs me the wrong way cause it makes me think of those ppl who take art and make it 'better'. so aghh.. i always bash crowley tho so a more caring crowley would be fun to write probably.)

Theodore Nott x Oc muggle - Fanfic: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/370478169-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%87-%E1%B4%8D%E1%B4%9C%E1%B4%85%CA%99%CA%9F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%85-theodore-nott

Siempre me pareció interesante la dinámica de Theodore Nott enamorandose de una persona con un estatus de sangre diferente al suyo, pero en vez de hacer la tipica versión donde es una maga mestiza, en este caso es una muggle que logra cautivar su atención, y es por eso que estoy escribiendo este fanfic! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ ᯓ★ Asique los introduzco a "The Mudblood": En los laberintos sombríos del mundo mágico, Theodore Nott, hijo de un mortífago encarcelado, se ahoga en un mar de excesos y desesperación. Pero cuando una enigmática bailarina muggle irrumpe en su vida, despierta en él una obsesión peligrosa. Entre el hechizo de su baile y la barrera de sus diferentes mundos, Theodore se debate entre la redención y la perdición, enfrentando un dilema que desafía todo lo que creía saber sobre el amor, la sangre, su estaus y su vida mágica. Si les interesa acompañen me en el trascurso de esta historia de romance, sangre y magia જ⁀➴ Gracias!

So I wrote a quick little Drarry drabble based on this post I stumbled across a few days ago. I would recommend reading it before reading this.

Summary: Soulmate AU (better described in post linked above)

Word Count: 418

Pairing: Drarry

A/N: The writing in bold was borrowed directly from J.K. Rowling’s writing originally in the books. It is not mine. I don’t think there are any warnings, but let me know if there should be!

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“You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it.

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.

And he knew he was wrong the moment he said it, for a burning sensation tingled down his arm to his wrist. Harry’s words rang in his ears as he felt a light crimson rise to his face.

No, I’m far too young, he thought. It can’t be real. Father didn’t feel Mum’s words until after they left Hogwarts.

But that night in his new dorm, after an evening of chattered excitement over a divine feast, he found his fear to be true. The tattooed words he had memorised for years were gone. He had found his soulmate, but not until just after losing him.

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“Well, Draco?” said Lucius Malfoy. He sounded avid. “Is it? Is it Harry Potter?”

“I can’t— I can’t be sure,” said Draco. He was keeping his distance from Greyback, and seemed as scared of looking at Harry as Harry was of looking at him.

Though he remained silent to prevent his identity from being revealed, Harry felt a prickle along his arm, not unlike the burning of his scar he had long grown used to. But this tingling confused him more than the pain of his scar ever had. Harry knew he had seen a glint of recognition in Draco’s eyes, before the latter had refused to hold eye contact. He had lied for Harry. And the sensation he felt along the skin beneath his torn sleeve was one that had been described to him by many, including Ron about Hermione one night at the Burrow.

The words that had been left on his arm earlier than the scar on his head, that Dudley had made fun of, saying Harry would never find the one who would utter them. He had wondered why his words were quite so plain, and if Cho or Ginny might have been the one to make them fade. But no, the one who made Harry’s tattoo fade was the one he would have guessed least likely. His worst enemy, Malfoy himself, had lied for him, and in doing so, revealed himself to be Harry’s soulmate.

That thought, to Harry, hurt more than the searing pain of his scar ever could.

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this is!! so cute!!

Draco: Were you dropped on your head as a kid?

Harry: Bold of you to assume I was even held.

A Cardigan and His Dumbass Boyfriend

Prompt: #49. You caught me doing something dangerous and flipped out.

Summary: Remus disapproves of Sirius’ daredevil choices.

Word Count: 955

Pairing: Wolfstar

Warning(s): Swearing. Let me know if you find any more!

A/N: I didn’t mean to write this in a way that portrayed as Remus as a toxic boyfriend, but maybe someone might read it that way? It wasn’t the intention, but I won’t stop you from reading it how you like. The prompt I used can be found on this prompt list.

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“Padfoot! What the hell?”

Sirius looked up to see his boyfriend, Remus, racing across the grounds of the castle towards him. The snow crunched beneath his feet as his cardigan whipped around his thin body in the early March wind.

Though the winter wasn’t quite thawed, Sirius didn’t find himself all that chilly this afternoon, and the other students surrounding him seemed ignorant of it as well. The sun seemed to be forming a spotlight on Sirius as his classmates formed a circle around him. Two of his friends, Peter and James, stood closest to Sirius.

“What’s the worry for, Moony?” James laughed as Remus hurriedly approached him. “It’s not as if he’s doing anything more dangerous than he already has.”

Remus, however, couldn’t help but disagree, as he looked up to see his boyfriend zooming some ten to fifteen feet in the sky atop a muggle motorbike. Sirius caught his eye and winked.

“How do I look up here, Remus?” Sirius called out.

“Like a fucking lawsuit about to be in a full body cast from what I can tell!”

“Don’t worry, love.” Sirius continued to drive his vehicle in figure eights up in the air. “Promise I know what I’m doing. Evans made sure everything was up to code and the charms would last, for the most part.”

“For the most part?” Remus yelled, wishing the other would come down soon, preferably without crashing.

“Is it my fault if I got a little distracted?” Lily asked as she slipped her arm around James. Remus had only just noticed her attendance at the scene as she had spoken, and shot her a look as she grumbled a heathenly response.

Remus watched as Sirius tempted fate and managed to flip the motorbike in midair, revving the engine as he did so. A unanimous cheer erupted from the crowd of onlookers.

“Sirius Orion Black, get down from there immediately!”

Remus rubbed his forehead, tired of Sirius’ dumbassery that had been occurring since his family disowned him. He knew this must be Sirius’ own odd way of getting back at Regulus, but he wished he might try and be safer about his revenge at times. It was their final year at Hogwarts, and Remus didn’t need his boyfriend getting killed or expelled. And the situation with the charmed motorbike would probably result in both.

Sirius waved to his classmates below him as a rock star might to his adoring fans.

“Alright, alright, my darlings. The missus is calling me.”

He flew the motorbike down to the snow dusted ground and landed lightly on a melted patch of grass. Waving to the cheering crowd of students as they dispersed, Sirius sauntered over to a frowning Remus who had crossed his arms.

“Hello, my darling, Remus! Fancy seeing me all the way up there?”

Remus released a long breath of air before proceeding to tell Sirius off.

“Sirius, how you thought you could do a dangerous thing like that and not get me concerned is beyond me. I can’t even--”

“Woah, calm down, love. I’m alright, the bike is alright, everyone who was watching is alright. By that logic, nothing dangerous happened.” Sirius reasoned with a toss of his hair and a careless smirk.

Remus sighed, pulling his arms closer around himself as his cardigan blew around him in the wind. He hated when Sirius was like this. He knew he could have a temper at times, and he had to restrain himself in moments like these. He never wanted to come off as the abusive boyfriend type who kept Sirius on a leash. He just wanted to make sure Sirius remembered that a dog’s leash only goes so far.

Sirius sensed Remus’ changed expression, and seemed to understand what he was thinking. He knew Remus didn’t want to tell him off for fear of saying something too harsh.

“Re—”

“No, Sirius.” Remus interrupted. “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have yelled. I just, I worry for you.”

“Babe, you don’t need—”

“Yes, I do.” Remus gazed down at his shoes that were becoming wet from puddles in the grass. “I worry for you because I know you’ll never need to worry for me. My ‘furry little problem’ won’t allow me to go places and do things that you and James and Peter will. And I know you’ll go all sorts of places and do all sorts of things,” Remus smiled as he continued.

“So I worry because you’re so much more adventurous and fearless than I’ll ever be able to allow myself to be. And I worry because I don’t want to end up having to clean your sorry ass off the courtyard pavement before you have a chance to go and live an interesting, though hopefully less dangerous, life.”

As Remus fell silent, Sirius reached for his boyfriend and surrounded him in a hug. A breeze had fallen over them as the afternoon turned to evening, leaving few people on the grounds, most having headed inside for the day. Sirius broke their hug after a moment to ease Remus of his worries.

“I’ll be more careful for you, Moony. I rather don’t fancy being scraped off the pavement either.”

Remus laughed before Sirius spoke again.

“I can’t make any promises though. Besides, it’s cute when you get all worked up over me.” Sirius grinned and tapped a finger to Remus’ reddening nose that he would later blame on the chilly weather, and definitely not Sirius’ charm.

“You’re a dumbass,” Remus said, shaking his sandy hair with a laugh.

“Love you too, Moony.”

The boys walked off towards Gryffindor Tower in search of two mugs of cocoa and one of the last wintery nights they’d have at Hogwarts.

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Requested by @thelonglostmarauder

HP fanfic plot idea:

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Snape has made the unbreakable vows to protect Harry and Draco right?..or atleast i think he did... but imagine that he did if he didn't. Basically- Everything goes to shit or idk but he decides to take them both to his secret little hut in the middle of nowhere in the woods that no one knows about and they all have to learn to live together, get over old grudges and end the war.. somehow... Harry and Draco probably fall in love idk uhhhhhhh Severus becomes some kind of father figure.. or atleast a mentor.. a lot of shit comes to light... andddd happily ever after of smth

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...i need this.. like.. it just came to me and i'm about to cry if i think about how i'm never gonna find something like this

Is there any.. literally any fic that comes to mind while reading this? Or please someone write this???? i... how does one find a fic that you come up with a plot for???

Body Mind Soul

Summary: A relationship with Draco where he is overprotective and possessive.(Requested)

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff; it's a little bit of all. Violence. Possessive and protective Draco, losing v-card, innocence kink.

a/n: this is loosely based on maddy and nate's relationship minus the toxic & abxsive parts.

NAVIGATION

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It all started that night. Draco was wandering the halls, the stars brighter than ever, moon shining,the sky pitch black.

He was mesmerized by the night sky, it always drawed him in.

That's when he heard it, a slight whimper. It surely didn't come off as a good thing. Inspecting it further, he went into the direction he heard it coming from.

A girl was pressed harshly against the wall, from a distance you could see that she wasn't comfortable. Her small arms trying their best to pry the boy away as he continued kissing her neck against her will.

"Please" she cried.

Now Draco Malfoy was not a very compassionate person, but when he saw that it was her, his blood boiled.

Y/N.

He suddenly had the urge and need to be protective of her, she was innocent, naive. And also came from a very well known family. She was the most popular girl in school. But that also came with a whole lot of unwanted attention, which she didn't know how to deal with.

Without any hesitation he stormed off towards him, pulling the boy off her at once, his back colliding with the wall.

"Mal-"

He couldn't complete his sentence as Draco roughly kicked him. Then grabbing the back of his neck, and punching him over and over again. Until he didn't know the difference between the blood of his hand and the boy's face.

"D-Draco, s-st-stop" he heard her sob from behind, immediately letting go of the boy. That when he became aware of how violent he had become, and that not what Y/N needed right now.

"Here's what you're gonna do, you are going to Dumbledore tell him what you did, and not mention me at all, alright?"

The boy nodded.

"Good" said Draco slapping his cheek.

She stepped back as Draco walked towards her.

"Hey, it's okay, you're safe" he said calmly, putting his arms on her shoulder, she buried her face in his chest, crying softly, while he rubbed her back, comforting her.

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That was how it all started.

Draco and Y/N.

She was his,and no one even dared to touch what was Malfoy's

He would be sure to make the other one suffer if anyone even looked at her wrong.

He would protect her at all cost, from everyone, from everything.

His girl, Draco's girl.

One day when she was walking by a random boy had the audacity to call her out, had to audacity to comment on her skirt.

To simply put it he payed for it very dearly.

That day Draco had decided to never ever let her walk the halls alone.

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She was too pure for the world.

And maybe even for him

It was a truth well known that Draco was the biggest player at Hogwarts, fucking girls left and right.

She on the other hand was a virgin.

He almost lost his mind when she told him this on their very special date.

"You're a virgin?" He asked.

She nodded timidly.

"So are you sure you want this? We can wait, there's absolutely no rush. I want you to be comfortable. We can wait" he said, but on the inside he was burning, burning with the desire to ruin her, to destroy her.

He was the only one allowed to do that.

"Yes, I only want it to be you. I want you" She said looking up at him with doe eyes.

That's when be lost it, he growled as he grabbed her waist, colliding her lips with his, kissing her hungrily.

He nipped at the soft skin of her neck, marking her as his.

Only his.

His hand quickly unclipped her bra pulling it off, immediately sucking her nipples hard, as she moaned beneath him.

He undressed himself as quickly as he could, but asking for her permission before taking off hers.

His breath hitched as he saw her pussy, wet and throbbing only for him. He bent down, draping her legs over his shoulder, and licking hard long stripes up her clit.

"Dray" she moaned as he continued eating her out mercilessly and skillfully.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, she nodded eagerly and bit her lip.

She wanted needed it to be him, the one who always is there for her, always has her back.

She loved him.

He loved her.

Draco positioned himself at Y/N's entrance, stroking his cock up and down.

She gave him yet another nod as he slowly pushed inside, she gasped, digging her nails into his skin.

"Fuck" he grunted as he felt her walls clenching around him, tears filling her eyes, wincing in pain.

"Want to stop?" He asked

"No, move" she replied.

He started to pump into her slowly, letting her properly get adjusted. Trying his absolute best to resist the urge to fuck her into oblivion.

His thrusting would soon get faster, pounding into her pussy. His cock disappearing into her cunt over and over again.

"Please, faster" she begged.

He couldn't hold back anymore, he thrusted into her violently fast, digging her into the mattress, fucking her aggressively.

"Draco!" She screamed as he pounded harder.

"You're all mine, hmm" he hummed as he thrusted into her pussy.

"A-all yours, I- I'm" She stuttered as he kept pounding into her recklessly.

"Cum for me, show me that you're mine"

And she did, she came for him. Her body trembling, small whimpers leaving her lips, she brought Draco to his orgasm with that. He spilled his cum inside her, emptying every last drop, making sure that she took all of him.

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She was his.

He was hers.

Body. Mind. Soul.

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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."

Goodbye Umbitch

A/N: I made this just for fun. And all hate to Umbridge not her actor :)

(Y/N and Harry go to Umbridge to try a spell on her.)

Y/N: Hello Professor Umbridge!

UMBRIDGE: Hello, L/N, what do you want?

Y/N: I just wanted to try a new spell on someone so I thought why not try it on you.

HARRY: *whispers* What are you doing?

Y/N: *whispers* Just wait and watch.

UMBRIDGE: But why me? There are other students and professors here at Hogwarts.

Y/N: Umm, you see professor there is no other professor or student like you and I adore you so much.

Harry: *inside his mind* Adore you?! She's gone mad!

UMBRIDGE: Okay, well what does that spell do?

Y/N: Why don't you see it yourself?

UMBRIDGE: Okay do it.

(Y/N clears her throat while Harry is freaking out inside.)

Y/N: *points her wand at Umbridge* Avada kedavra!

Harry: ...

Y/N: ...

Harry: ...

Y/N: ...

Harry: YOU'RE BLOODY BRILLIANT!

falling asleeep om malfoy

𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois, the gif sounds like he's saying my favourite- requests are forever open luv, tiya

requested- yes

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- none i think-

"don't fall asleep on me, darlin" Draco cooed

his voice oh damn the lord, it sounded so pretty calling you darling. you'd want to hear it roll of his tongue over and over again. just wanna play it on a loop.

even against his misguided words, he had his hand around you waist, letting you lean on him with your head on his chest. you could hear his pretty heart beating so quickly.

why was he so nervous talking to his friends huh?

he had gone back discussing something about Potter again. maybe that's why his heart was beating so fast. Him and his bloody Potter for Merlin's sake. it was as if he was in love with him.

pottah this, pottah that, potta breathes, potta looked.

Malfoy on the other hand was having a whole panic attack inside his head.

is she comfortable? where do i keep my hand?

am i comfortable for her?

their droopy eyes slowly closed and they'd gone to sleep.

draco malfoy couldn't even pay attention to whatever they were talking about, his favourite subject in the world was in his arms.

his world was in his arms.

when he writes your name in his notebook with theodore nott

S C R I B B L E S

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- theodore nott

a/n: thank youu for requesting, ik this has been lying there forever and i am so sorry for not doing it sooner. I've been quite busy and lost my will to write for a while but i'm back and i love youu. I'll probably start writting these from the back and it'll take some time cause there are over seventy but not to fret, please continue requesting, i'll answer as soon as i'm able

requested- yes

warnings- hopeless romantic is all i have to say

Theodore nott was one to always jolt it down. it didnt matter if was a number, a lyric in the back of his head, people's conversations or random ingridients, he'd just write it down till all its memory was shifted to the ink of his quill.

but no matter how many times dear theo has scribbled your name down, he could'nt have peace from your thoughts for more than 27.43 minutes (which pansy volunatrily counted)

his notebook had your name scribbled everywhere, in different fonts, different colours of ink, in hearts, in his study notes, it was everywhere.

No matter how hard he tried, your name was the smallest echo in his head that never failed to catch his ears

"whatcha writtin down?" you'd ask every once in a while when you see him write down something relegiously. You did'nt want to know but it brought such joy watching the ever so mighty nott stumble and stutter making up an excuse for himself.

"none of your fuckin buisness"