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“Actually I’m highly logical which allows me to look past extraneous detail and perceive clearly that which others overlook.”

41. Quidditch field Victories

Prompt used- Sitting close and Knees touching| Harry and Draco are forcefully made to sit together for the rest of the term | unestablished relationship | not very proud of this one.

" just stop being a fucking dork and one of these days actually ask him out, will you?" Ron harshly Whispered

" it's not like it's easy- you of all people should understand" Harry whispered back

" I know I hate that git but I'd rather have you do crappy thing's with him than sit there and listen to you talk about how his hair looks different " Ron Whispered

" well- I can't just-"

" Mr. Potter, enough. I'd very much appreciate if you'd not be a disturbance to my classes and actually do some studying. Sit down with Mr. Malfoy right this Instant" Professor McGonagall interrupted his one on one conversation with Ron.

" but Pro-"

" I said right now Mr. Potter " and who wasn't scared of the almost death glare from Professor McGonagall.

Collecting his scattered things on the table, he went and sat down next to Draco, his still so called rival, Only his now his insults sounded more like " nice hair pottah" or " you actually cleaned your shoes, pottah " and even after that Harry never understand why couldn't he just call him potter without the special emphasis.

For the rest of the class, Draco didn't make any insults and simply focused on the lesson, making Harry do exactly the same. And again after the class Ron wanted to bang his head against the wall listening to harry.

" Mr. Potter, I'd like to have a word with you " professor McGonagall immediately called him out.

Frowning Harry followed her inside the room and sat down in the front chair.

" can I ask you what was so entertaining or so important that you had to discuss it in my class ?"

" it- it was something related to the class " Harry lied, he should've known he sucked at it.

" alright, If you were actually paying attention to the class, let me ask is glamouring charm a part of transfiguration?"

Harry wanted to reply but he highly respected professor McGonagall and couldn't let her down by giving an absurd answer so he went for the truth " I don't know professor "

" that's what I thought. However, I wanted to discuss your grades. You are seriously lacking behind in my class and I don't want to point out but being with Weasley is sure doing that. So either you work on it or get yourself someone to help you with it "

" understood"

" then you may leave"

But like empty promises, Harry by default was still flunking his class, he liked to call transfiguration of 8th year a tad bit more difficult.

" I will not have this attitude Mr. Potter. You are to be seated with Mr. Malfoy for the rest of the term -"

" but-"

" I said what I said Mr. Potter " and there was her glare, so again he picked all his things and sat down next to Draco.

" I might actually have to think, you like sitting with me " Draco smirked

" like my world revolves around you malfoy " Harry rolled his eyes and started taking down notes from the board like Draco himself.

As much as Harry wouldn't like to admit it, he did pay attention to the class and was infact pretty pleased that by sitting with Draco, he Actually could work. The only problem was he still hated his guts.

" hey potter "

Harry turned around to see Draco leaning over one of his friend, laughing about something.

" what ?" Harry rolled his eyes

" better not to be flunking more classes or I'd actually have to consider that you like sitting with me "

" as if malfoy " harry spat and walked away.

" can't believe you saved his life. Told you, was never worth saving " Ron rolled his eyes as he walked along with harry to the next lesson.

The coming weekend, him, Ron and Hermione were finally able to hit Hogsmeade again, for the first time this season.

" why can't you just get one of your girl friends to come do some shopping with you " Ron whined as they walked with Hermione to do her girl shopping

" because Ron, one of these days, this might actually be useful for you when you get a girlfriend " Hermione rolled her eyes as she picked her last item and walked to the counter to get it billed

" I hardly doubt " Ron raised his eyebrows as he helped her with her stuff " Harry- do you think- oh god not again "

" what ?" Hermione asked

" he's staring again "

" Harry, if you really like him so much, just ask him out " Hermione suggested

" I don't- well not technically like him. And I don't even know if he's interested- hi Zacharias "

" hi harry. Good day " and with a smile Zacharias completely walked by him.

" let's just get out of here " Harry sighed and almost pulled both of them out of the shop.

The rest of the day, Harry let them be and walked behind them, practically third Wheeling but enjoying himself by observing people until his eyes fell upon someone flying on a broomstick in the quidditch Field, well not flying but being still, staring far ahead.

When they finally walked back to Hogwarts, Harry had finally discovered who was in the quidditch Field but decided not to ruin the only thing left off him.

For the next few weeks, Harry had to sit with Draco, someday's willingly and someday unwillingly. The willingly days were when sometimes Draco helped him out with something and the unwillingly days when Draco's friends would sit ahead of them and he would crack up some insult every once in a while.. all in all, Draco wasn't such a bad company after all when he wasn't insulting or trying to.

As the winter came along and things got more colder and Hogsmeade went of bounds yet to Draco, quidditch Field wasn't out of bounds and even in the days of the worst cold, he remained in the air watching far ahead. Simply amused, one of the cold Sundays Harry took his broom and joined along with Draco.

" hey, what you doing here ?" Harry asked as he zoomed a bit more towards Draco without startling him.

" staring. You know I was only joking that you actually like sitting with me but now I think you've taken this a bit more seriously " Draco smirked

" please all you want. I just wanted to- well I couldn't go to Hogsmeade"

" yeah, I heard it's shut down "

Harry nodded, staring at Draco only for a minute when he turned his head and resumed staring at the far distance.

" I see you come here often " Harry said all of a sudden, following Draco's line of sight.

" well I'm not invisible, am I ?"

" do you always have to sarcastic ?"

" do you always have to be a pain in the ass ?"

" I regret coming here " Harry rolled his eyes

" I'm only joking " Draco chuckled. If Harry hadn't stalked Draco for longer than he was supposed to , he wouldn't had noticed how Draco sounded when he chuckled but he did stalk him and this was foreign and it felt nice.

" like you go to Hogsmeade for a break, I come here. It's nice when you can actually see the water's without the snow but it's still as Beautiful " Draco said

" I remember the most Beautiful forest I'd seen on the run, the forest of Deen but I'm just afraid if going back there. It's nice but it's kind of tainted with the -"

" escape from the war. A hiding "

" yeah " Harry frowned how quickly Draco Found the exact words Harry was going to say.

" I understand. During the war, the dark forest was like that to me but now I can't go back. Back then I had a purpose, now I don't" Draco shrugged.

Harry was slightly amazed to look at a new side of Draco, a side which wasn't equipped with insults and torments " if only you were this nice in school "

" well- if you must know, I don't want to ruin my time here, no matter the circumstances. Even if those includes you "

" ha, there's the quip "

Draco grinned shaking his head. Harry bit his lip, wondering how had he never noticed Draco this way before, when he wasn't trying so hard to be someone he wasn't.

" I don't know why, but right now you're easy to talk to "

" Don't make me regret this potter. I'm not always that bad "

" oh yeah, wanna do a flashback check " Harry chuckled.

" no, I'm good " Draco shook his head smiling.

And for the rest of the time, Harry ever once in a while glanced at Draco and smiled to himself and enjoyed the view of the frozen lake and the forest covered in snow. When he slept that night, but only in his drowsiness he admitted that he'd like to have that day, everyday.

In the next couple days to follow, Harry and Draco remained from throwing unnecessary insults at each other and actually offered a smile every time they sat down next to each other. And even if they both hated to admit it, they liked it.

It was Only until, Harry realised he was, maybe, enjoying it a little more than usual. The evenings on the broom, awkwardly meeting each other at the library, sitting together in class, it was making them have much more interaction than their whole lives. That very day, when he sat down next to Draco, he was very much aware of the fact that he was sitting too close to Draco, with his knees almost touching those of Draco's, and his hands resting a little more towards Draco than they were supposed to and so with a blush, he created more distance and didn't talk to him after class as usual, because instead he ran into Zacharias.

" hey, how have you been Harry ?" He asked

" hey- I didn't see you there. I've been good. Really. more maybe, how have you been ?" Harry replied

" I've been good too. By the way,I was wondering if this Sunday you'd like to go to Hogsmeade with me, it's going to open for while ?" Harry only caught a clever grin of Ron from behind Zacharias before he was snapped back into conversation with Zacharias.

" sounds perfect " Harry smiled and with that Zacharias walked away leaving Harry a bit more giddy than usual. Until Draco walked by past him, almost disappointed.

Spending the Sunday with Zacharias was just how Harry should've expected it to be but all he could think was of Draco, not In the quidditch Field that day, despite having caught him at breakfast. He enjoyed being with Zacharias, Only until he realised that all he did was wanting to talk about where Harry was during the war or who all did he meet or how he figured the hocruxes. Being the nice one, Harry couldn't deny answering the questions but it leave him with short Answers. When they finally walked back to the castles, Harry was desperate to walk into the dormitories and catch a sight of Draco through the window if he could, which he didn't of course.

It was within a few days Harry figured the reason why Draco didn't go out on Sunday and immediately ratted out Zacharias.

" that was bullying "

" what are you even defending him for, he bullied you for like half your school life" Zacharias snapped

" it doesn't matter what happens between us..but I never beat him. You beat Him out of no purpose, no Reason, just out of the blue and left him limp. And not to forget, right before you took me to Hogsmeade " Harry snapped

" he is a goddamn death eater-"

" don't do you dare say he deserves it, you moron. When you don't know shit about someone, don't go assuming " Harry snapped back again. It was no doubt they had gathered some attention and harry quite liked the attention Because it Only degraded Zacharias right now

" whatever Harry, what happened, happened-"

" and it better not happen again.. you're not his rival, I am and that's the bottom line. You don't get to fight him or insult him. That's my job, so stay away" and harry stormed away after yelling.

And he knew exactly where to go on a fine Sunday evening.

" you didn't had to do that " he said

" of course, I did. He fucked up my rival " Harry rolled his eyes as he stilled in the air next to Draco.

" that was pretty possessive of you " Draco chuckled

" I don't care about that. I can't go around knowing you have Someone else who hates you, it's just me and you know it's the same for me. You cannot bear someone hating on me other than you"

" hate to admit it but it is kind of true " Draco gave Harry a smile before he zoomed down to one of the benches, Harry following him.

" he didn't hit you hard though, did he ?" Harry asked once they had hit the bleachers and kept their brooms aside.

" it was fine. I'm little used to people throwing hate on me now " Draco shrugged as he casted a heating spell on both of them

" but that's wrong"

" but that's the thing, they don't see it. I was once wrong and that's what I'll always be" Draco sighed rubbing his hands together.

" not to me. I know who I saved and who bullied me and they're two different people. You didn't save my life that day in the malfoy manor just for fun, or something. You did because- well I don't know why- but you did and that's the true you, not the stupid kid who believed too much in rivalry "

Draco remained stunned by Harry's words. It was usual for him for someone to hate on him now, but someone actually being nice, he didn't think he deserved it anymore.

" you deserve to be treated fairly malfoy, no matter what. You may have been on the bad side, but you're not actually bad "

" i- uh- I really don't know what to say "

" you don't have to " harry smiled softly, Scooting a little closer to Draco.

" I understand what it's like to pretend each day. To wake up every morning and pretend everything is normal when it's not. Father is probably never getting out of azkaban, mom is still on House arrest and I still have to go every Saturday and prove myself innocent. That's why i fly every Sunday. To break free. I'm just so -"

" tired of pretending ? I know what it's like. It's weird how I know you understand me the most but the truth is truth. You do. Everyone just wants to know about the war, nobody wants to know me and it sometimes hurts but can I help it? No, so I pretend to enjoy telling the stories I hate"

Draco sympathetically looked at harry. It was true, how in the whole wide world, they possibly were the only two people who could understand each other and that was pretty revolutionary on its own.

" I thought you liked Zacharias ?" Draco asked after minutes of silence.

" I think my preferences have changed to people who actually want to know me than people who would beat someone up for no reason " he gave Draco the simplest smile of them all, yet he told Draco exactly what he needed to tell and Draco didn't mind it, even a little bit..

After all, he wanted the same too.

And who knew, professor McGonagall was watching from her own window and was pretty proud of her own little Victory.

Requests open

Day 40- just keep swimming | Day 42- little thing's

Draco's mocking while Harry's trying to control himself

meanwhile in the afterlife

Severus:*enters the afterlife* James : * Sighs * and a hello to you Severus Severus: Potter ? , where are the others? James : I don't know . Severus : So , what time does the air conditioner go off and when do the lights go out ? James : why , did you ask ? Severus : I - Ermmm...Nothing , you know , no reason at all . Severus's inner dialogue : Yeah i definitely got psyched the fuck out , this is hell. James : So , umm... care to spill the tea with what happened down there? Severus : No . James : Come on snivell- Severus : Don't you fucking think about it.

I have like... the worst sense for color ever, so I said fuck it, BG is White. Also isn't it kinda BS that catching that thing wins the game?

Well the Hufflepuff Quidditch pitch needs someone to beat Oliver Wood’s ass on the quidditch pitch and win the House cup. Hold up you all guys...Your favourite quidditch captain is here!!!!!!!

Hogwarts' Princess by slytherinlizzy is available on Wattpad.

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Story category: fanfiction

Fanfiction type: Fred Weasley × OC

Warnings: swearing, heartbreak, heavy content, dark content, death, torture, blood, injuries, loss of loved ones

Ongoing

Copyright: all rights reserved

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Story description:

//A Fred Weasley story, but a little different//

Narcissa Amethyst McGonagall has called Hogwarts home for as long as she can remember. It all started when her parents dissapeared and no one saw them anymore, but left their daughter at the entrace of Hogwarts. With nothing, but a letter.

She eventually has grown up there, by motherly love from Minerva McGonagall and other professors. No one ever told her who her real parents are, or what happened to them, but she doesn't even care about it. What matters is –even if not related by blood– that she has a lovely mother.

It all sounds wonderful, but when a dangerous murderer escapes from Azkaban, everything suddenly changes. She's disturbed by what happened, however, not like the others. It's somehow a different kind of feeling, an inexplicable one. It also doesn't help that she's born a Metamorphmagus, as she has a hard time hiding her emotions. Narcissa's friends, Lee Jordan and the Weasley twins seems to notice her sudden change in behavior, of course.

But what's it all that's happening to her? Why can't she sleep anymore without those horrible nightmares? Or is that just because of the stress that comes with taking the O.W.L.s?

Everything happens so fast, and it becomes overwhelming for Narcissa. Will they understand her?

Harry Potter

—karma

pairing: theo nott x fem!hufflepuff reader (a weasley sibling)

summary: karma is the way you wear his jersey, making sure his team will lose the game

warnings: sexual references, reader is implied to be shorter than theo

notes: i imagined the jersey a bit more like a basketball one or a lacrosse trikot

“here” theo was holding a folded shirt in your direction. you had been sitting on his bed for the past hour, leaning against the bed frame while you were reading your book.

he had spent the time laying with his head in your lap, enjoying your fingers combing through his curls, until he had stood up a few minutes ago.

“what?” you asked looking up from your book. it took you a few seconds to register that the piece of fabric in his hand was his quidditch jersey.

“here” he repeated, throwing it down on the bed.

“yeah, i heard that” you smiled, unfolding the shirt to inspect it further “is something wrong with it? does it have a hole you want me to fix or something?”

theo laughed unamused at your bad joke. “i think i have enough magical knowledge to fix it myself if it had a hole” he shook his head “i want you to wear it tonight”

“tonight?” you asked and he nodded. he was dead serious and you began to laugh. “no” you shook your head “absolutely not”

“come on, baby” he pleaded, sitting down in front of you, pushing the fabric in your direction.

“it wouldn’t be as much of a problem if you guys were playing against ravenclaw or even hufflepuff, i could care less then. but you’re playing against gryffindor, you’re playing against my brothers”

“so what about it?” theo was trying to let his eyes appear bigger than they were, knowing that it would actually help his case.

“what about it?” you repeated laughing, not falling for his tactic of manipulation “everything is wrong with that. even my house will probably be offended when they see me wearing a slytherin jersey. i mean no one really cheers for slytherin, apart from, yeah you guessed it, slytherin”

it was no secret that every house had a bit of a distaste for slytherin. even your house, hufflepuff, which was normally filled with generous and nice people, was cheering for gryffindor. and of course your brothers and your sister were in gryffindor, so it only added to the appeal of cheering for them.

“they would not” theo shook his head “and that’s offensive! a lot of people want us to win, people that aren’t in slytherin”

“name three people” you said, crossing your arms and wearing a winning smile. he was searching for words but eventually just gave up.

“baby” he muttered with that sweet voice he only used when you guys were.. let’s just say in private. you hated to admit it, but it made you weak in the knees.

“theo” you whined, noticing his hand finding a place on your thigh and his thumb rubbing over the exposed skin beneath your skirt “it’s probably way too big, it’ll look weird”

“you could never look weird” theo muttered.

you rolled your eyes, knowing that he had already tricked you into agreeing, the soft kisses he was pestering all over your face also did not help you to stay strong. “okay” you sighed, feeling satisfaction at the big smile that broke out on your boyfriends face.

you pushed the shirt into your bag next to the bed, going back to your book, theo happily cuddling back into your lap.

well, you thought, if you had to wear his shirt, their might also be a way to have fun with it and secure gryffindor’s win in doing so.

even if that way meant to possibly embarrass you in front of the whole school, including your siblings.

but what had do be done.. had to be done, or atleast you figured as much. and in the end, most of them would probably thank you for doing what was needed to make sure gryffindor won. because even though no one wanted to see slytherin win, everyone had to admit that they were strong opponents.

it was just a few hours later, that you parted ways with theo, going back to your dorm to get ready for the match.

“hey, y/n!” hannah, your roommate greeted when she saw you walk through the door.

you repeated the greeting, before you took the jersey from your bag, holding it up in front of her. “do you want to help gryffindor to win tonight?”

she smiled brightly at you, already figuring that you had something mischievous planned by how you were smiling.

it took about an hour to get you ready for the game. hannah did her best in helping you. you had put on a bit of makeup and curled your hair, but hannah had made the most important move, sticking the jersey close to your body, so that it was fitting like a tight dress, not leaving much to the imagining or much fabric to flow down your legs. you were glad that it was long enough to cover your arse, but also not long enough to keep theo’s eyes off of you.

he always got weak when he could see your legs and he had told you before that it was hard to keep his eyes away when you were wearing something tight, making him remember that there was only a thin fabric keeping your body clothed.

tonight you would use that to your advantage.

you were lucky that it was still summer, making it possible after all to wear something so revealing.

you and hannah walked into the direction of the stadium, before she hugged you goodbye quickly, walking off into the hufflepuff stand, while you walked towards where your brother and sister and your friends were sitting in the gryffindor stand. if that alone didn’t make you enemy of the night you weren’t sure what did. it was really a bit daring, sitting in the middle of the gryffindors, while wearing a slytherin jersey, but you knew that you would stick out to theo even more that way.

you slid in the seat in between ron and ginny, greeting them.

“woah” ron raised his hand, looking you up and down “what are you wearing?” his eyes had grown bigger once they had reached the end of your made up dress, probably expecting it to be a tad bit longer.

“what?” ginny asked “i think she looks terrific!”

“she does” hermione smiled next to ron.

ron could not believe what he was hearing. “are you hearing yourselves? she’s literally wearing a slytherin jers— whatever that even is”

“he boyfriend plays for slytherin” hermione shrugged, matter of factly.

ron was busy ignoring hermione and shrugging off his thin jacket. he put it around you shoulders quickly. “you’re basically naked” he argued “please cover yourself at least a bit”

“that’s slut-shaming” ginny crossed her arms and ron looked horrified at that. you almost had to laugh at your brothers expression.

“i-i didn’t mean” ron stuttered, trying to justify what he had said “i wasn’t calling you a slut, i swear”

“i know” you interrupted his rambling “it’s alright ron, i’ll wear the jacket if it makes you happy, it’ll work even better then”

“what will work?” hermione was now bending over ron, ever so interested in what you had planned.

“well, gryffindor will win tonight, let’s just say that”

“i like the sound of that” ginny rubbed her hands together.

“cheating isn’t fair, y/n” hermione furrowed her eyebrows “nor is it allowed”

“i know, hermione” you laughed “and we won’t cheat, i promise. it just happens to be amazing for me and very bad for him that my boyfriend is incredibly attracted to me”

“you’re gonna distract him with seduction?” ginny asked and she was even more excited than you. you nodded and she grinned.

“ew” ron grimaced “can’t you please keep that kind of stuff behind closed doors? i don’t want to see your boyfriend get a hard-on in the middle of the quidditch field”

you furrowed your eyebrows at your brother. “do you want to win or not?”

he seemed unsure, but then eventually nodded.

“that’s what i thought” you smiled, patting his head “it will be over faster than you will even notice it happening, i promise”

“sure” ron muttered, hiding his face in his hands.

there wasn’t time to argue about anything else, because the game began.

the minute the teams flew onto the field you were looking for theo, trying to spot him in the haze of green uniforms. your eyes landed on him eventually and you smiled.

as if he could feel your eyes on him, he turned his head at you. you took that as the perfect opportunity to get rid of ron’s jacket, pulling down the jersey a bit so your cleavage was showing. you could practically watch him slowly lose his mind.

“it’s working” ginny muttered next to you

“i know” you smirked, noticing that theo was still standing perfectly still, watching you across the field.

mattheo, who had noticed his friend had frozen in the middle of the field, took it upon himself to shake theo from his trance.

“what’s wrong with you?” he asked, pinching the boys elbow.

theo did not answer mattheos question so the latter tried to simply follow the eyes of his friend.

“shit” mattheo muttered when he noticed you sitting in the front row of the gryffindor stands, basically wearing nothing. “fuck” he added “this is even too much for me”

that seemed to have been enough to free theo from his trance “what the fuck, riddle?”

“i’m just a man” mattheo shrugged. he then just narrowly escaped theo’s hand, that had been coming close to hit him.

“get it together, man” theo rolled his eyes, concentrating back on the game, but still having you in the back of his mind.

for the first half of the game, slytherin and gryffindor were close to each other considering points, when one of them had one more, the other quickly scored the next, always keeping them even.

“i don’t think it’s working” ron said after some time of eyes jumping between either side of the field.

“it will” you assured.

and you would be right. during the second half of the game, the sides were switched and theo was now much closer to you, making it even harder for him to not look at you.

you turned your head to the slytherin side, smiling at theo and also involuntarily mattheo, who was flying next to your boyfriend.

theo was caught up in the moment once again, watching the way you flipped your hair over your shoulder or the way your lips moved as you threw a kiss in his direction.

a movement next to him made him perk up. it was mattheo once again.

“did you just catch my girlfriends kiss?” theo asked offended and a bit surprised at the same time.

“..no?” mattheo lied.

“stop lying i saw you do it” theo muttered “stop looking at her”

“how do you know the kiss wasn’t supposed for me?” mattheo asked and theo was surprised that he seemed to actually be serious.

“you mean how i know that my girlfriends kiss wasn’t for you? take a wild guess, mate”

mattheo rolled his eyes, giving theo the peace and quiet to continue looking at you.

madam hooch blew the whistle, indicating that the second half of the game had begone. while everyone started moving, mattheo and theo stayed right where they were.

their staring was eventually interrupted by one very angry malfoy. “hey idiots!” he called and theo and mattheo turned to him in surprise “how about you concentrate on the fucking game and make out with y/n later?”

“sure” mattheo and theo answered at the same time.

theo send mattheo an angry look. “you are not going to make out with my girlfriend”

“we don’t know what she’s into yet” mattheo shrugged, once again dodging a slap from his friend.

“oh we do know” theo assured, before he flew across the field, picking up his position again.

the rest of the game was going a lot less smoother than the first half. theo was missing almost every goal he was trying to throw, accidentally hitting enzo once, almost making the boy fall of the broom.

it seemed that whatever enzo did, had made him the victim of theo and mattheo slipping up. mattheo actually managed to hit enzo’s broom with a bludger, almost making him fall down onto the field. luckily blaise had been able to stabalise the broom before it could come to that.

to your surprise neither fred or george came over to ridicule you for wearing the jersey. of course you knew that they were much more laid back than ron, but more often than not they liked to play the big brothers and give theo a hard time. even if they secretly liked him.

they seemed delighted at your plan working the way it did, using theo’s distraction to their advantage, scoring multiple points in a row.

“what’s wrong with the both of you?” blaise muttered absentmindedly, when he had to, once again, call for enzo to move before mattheo’s bludger could hit him.

by the end of the game, slytherin was behind by a hundred points, enzo had a black eye from the one time theo had accidentally succeeded in hitting him instead of the goal, mattheo and theo had flown into each other multiple times and ron was wearing an impressed smile.

“well, look at that” ron said, after you had finished cheering for gryffindors win “who would’ve thought that would work?”

“eh.. me?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“me too” ginny added, hugging you from behind “our sister is a genius, ron”

“that was actually really smart” hermione complimented and you smiled at her approval.

“thanks guys” you nodded “i better go apologize to theo now though. here’s your jacket”

ron was grimacing once again “you can keep it. better put it on before you go down there”

“yeah” you nodded, before you excused yourself, rushing down the stand in the direction of the slytherin changing room.

theo was leaning against the wall, seemingly already expecting you. he was rubbing his arm and you were guessing that he probably had a few marks from crashing into mattheo that many times.

“hey, baby” you smiled.

he was not looking happy, but you knew that he wasn’t actually angry.

“you played really well” you softly held him by the neck.

“we lost” theo muttered, like you were offending him.

“i know” you lay your head to the side “but you still did your best”

“i played like a goddamn beginner” theo furrowed his eyebrow “don’t act so innocent now, i know what you had in mind”

“do you?” you smirked up at him and he was going feral by the way you quickly closed and opened your eyes, suggesting you did not know what he was talking about.

“yeah” he muttered “and it’s super unfair” his fingers down went to the zipper of ron’s jacket “and what’s even more unfair is that you’re all covered now”

“i don’t have to make sure you lose a game now” you added

“oh, totally” theo nodded “my bad”

“you know i love you baby” you whispered into his ear “so i did what you asked me to do”

theo shook his head, impressed how you could still spin this to be his own fault. “i guess you’re right” he finally gave in. “how about we go back to the castle? i still have to shower”

“i knew you wouldn’t be able to be mad at me” you smiled. “but is enzo alright?”

“he will be fine” theo said a bit too quickly. as if to prove his words to be utter bullshit, enzo walked out of the door behind the both of you, holding a cold pack to his bruising eye.

“hey y/n” he greeted once he had been able to recognize you with his other eye.

“hi enzo” you smiled sympathetically “i’m sorry about your eye and everything”

“it’s alright” enzo smiled and you were impressed that he was still this calm after literally being beat up by his best friends.

“sorry” you cringed again as you watched him walk away. he waved at you from afar. “you really did a number on him”

“totally matt’s fault” theo excused.

“totally” you nodded “so will matt be joining us for the shower?” you joked, hinting at the way the boy had been staring at you the entire time, even going as far as catching the kiss that you had clearly send in theo’s direction.

“don’t even start” theo muttered, taking your hand in his and starting to walk up back to the castle.

“maybe i should wear your jersey more often”

“we’ll burn it after this”

you giggled, before you quickened your pace to keep up with him. “maybe just in private” you assured, kissing his cheek.

theo smiled and you mirrored his expression. “i guess that would be alright”

Quidditch

It's very important in the Harry Potter narrative.

It is a sport that is so pervasive through the Magical World that anything related to the sport is kind of a 'neutral ground' for wizards and witches from both sides of the wizarding war.

Also, you know shit is going down when quidditch gets cancelled. Every major conflict incident int the books occurs after quidditch is cancelled, or affected in some way.

hey, i just dont understand why people assume that harry is better at quidditch then ginny, even tho ginny is the professional one. in many fics i've seen harry is the one teaching their kids how to fly, while ginny sits back and watches, like what? i was wondering what your thoughts on it are <3

Oh, I’m sure there are many reasons ranging from people just loving to see Harry being the best at things, people liking/being used to the idea that natural talent is what makes someone good rather than the less glamorous hard work, or internalized misogyny that just makes it more attractive in our heads for the guy to be better at a thing than the girl, or more sense for a dad to teach his kids about ‘sports’.

Like, it’s possible to be above the curve at something when you’re 11 and 12 and then everyone else just catches up or surpasses you. But maybe enough people have suffered gifted child syndrome that they prefer the fantasy in their fic, and that’s fine too.

Personally, I think Ginny is the best at Quidditch of all her brothers and better than Harry and I think she got there through hard work, practice, and endless drive to be the best.

(Though I could buy Ginny letting Harry teach the kids to fly a) because she knows it means a lot to him and he missed out on that stuff as a kid, and/or b) she’s like, YES PLEASE, I do this all day, let someone else handle it, and is happy to sit back and just watch her husband be hot and joyful with their kids. Just a thought.) 

nice try, now move aside malfoy (t.m.r.)

warning: mentions of anxiety

walburga placed the glass of water she got for you on your bed side table. the gentle clink making you open your eyes.

“thank you,” you say quietly, giving her a thankful smile. your roommate gave a nod. a small response, but it was how the Black heiress showed her reserved affections.

wrapping the blanket around you, you turned onto your other side, back facing the door. the coolness of the previously unoccupied side of the bed satisfying your warm body.

meanwhile on the other side of the wall, your other friends worried about you.

“bad day,” lestrange tossed the paper ball up, “it happens,” he shrugged, catching it mid air. avery sat against the opposite wall fiddling with his fingers, wanting to believe his friends calm reassurance. malfoy on the other hand was pacing up and corridor outside your room, guilt bubbling in his chest.

“i don’t know mate, maybe it was my fault. it was me that pushed her to try out for the team, even though she didn’t want to.” he said with furrowed brows. the scene of her running off the field mid game replaying in his mind.

“nah, wasn’t your fault. (y/n) is extraordinary on the broom, she makes an exceptional quidditch player,” nott cut in, dropping the pencil he was using as a mustache from his upper lip. “it was rosier that yelled at her even though she was doing exactly what he said.”

“rosier did what?” all four heads whipped to the new guest to their worry party. rip rosier ayyy.

“riddle,” lestrange greeted, catching the paper ball and tossing it beside him. tom gave a curt nod.

“lestrange,” he acknowledged in return, “nott, malfoy, avery.” avery looked at his peers nervously.

“what brings you here at this fine hour?” nott asks.

“i should be asking you the same thing nott,” the salazar descendant lifts an eyebrow, “in fact, why are you four outside of my girlfriend’s dormitory? was there a sleepover i was not invited to?”

it took a long minute for the rest of the slytherins to realize the joke.

tom riddle made a joke.

a nervous laugh reputed from avery, the rest following him, hoping that riddle had only wanted to make them laugh then leave. now that’s funny.

“speaking of which, i would like to see her-“ immediately abraxas grabs onto the door knob, preventing the boy inches taller than him from twisting it.

don’t let him see me like this, you specifically told them.

“what is the meaning of this?”

“(y/n) is not available for the time being,” reinhard pulls the attention away from malfoy.

“and why is that?” suspicion rises in toms voice as he straightens up his back to look down on the boys.

“menstruation.”

“diarrhea.” avery and nott say at the same time. they look at each other.

“diarrhea.”

“menstruation.”

tom looks between the two expressionless, giving reinhard and abraxas one more look over before turning back to his main purpose.

“nice try, now move aside malfoy.” he gracefully pushes the blonde aside and opens the door, making him cringe at his failure. lestrange shakes his head in disappointment as avery and nott begin to argue like children.

“diarrhea really?”

“it was the first thing that came to mind because of last nights chicken.”

the sound of the door creaking and footsteps ascending made you roll over.

“avery i said- tom!” you screamed in surprise, rolling back and away from his sight quickly, only to have you falling onto the wooden floor.

“my dear, are you alright?” suddenly he was by your side, lifting your chin and checking for any injuries.

“yes, just a light fall.” you reassure, sitting up properly. toms hands never leaving your face.

“now why have you been hiding in your room all afternoon?” the question you dreaded falling from his full lips. the memories coming flooding back cause you to groan into your hands, negative thoughts attacking your mind at once.

what will he think of you? weak? sensitive? getting overwhelmed by the heavy stares of all the other experienced players, watching your every move. no one feels the need to isolate after something like that, right?

“hey, hey we don’t have to talk about it, love. it’s alright.” he comforts. taking in a deep breath, you remove your hands from your face and stare into his beautiful brown eyes.

it’ll be okay

it was finally time to let the wall down.

tom has been supportive in every way. he may not always show emotion or how he’s feeling, but he always made you feel safe. with your challenges shouldn’t be any different.

“i know, but i’d like to.”

he smiles at your response looking at you proudly, bringing your head forward for a kiss at the root of your hair.

❤️ my sexies that struggle with mental health i see you and love you keep going! ❤️

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kobe! (t.m.r.)

summary: what can i say, tomothy shablagoo hates quidditch

“i hate quidditch”

“i know”

“i despise it”

“i know tom, but we’re here to support our friends,” you remind.

tom huffs in defeat and sits back, watching the the slytherin players get into their positions, eyeing their hufflepuff opponents.

“ladies and gentlemen…” the commentator introduces the two teams, each corresponding house cheering for their side.

“nott! malfoy!” you cheer, standing up and applauding like a hyped mom.

“must you be so loud?” tom looked up at you in distaste. you pause your clapping and turn to him with furrowed brows, flicking his forehead.

“did you just flick me?” he says with disbelief.

“shhh it’s starting!” your hand grabs onto his face, tom watching through your splayed fingers.

the beginning was not very climatic. there was a lot of dodging and good defense on both ends. but as the game progressed, hufflepuff began to grow tired, while slytherin on the other hand was getting fired up. using this to their advantage, your house scored 10 points.

“yes! let’s goo!!” you cheered. the abrupt movement of your arms knocking toms hot dog out of his hand mid-bite.

he crossed his arms in disappointment. but he couldn’t be too mad because of how happy you were.

eventually one of the slytherin chasers got attacked by a bludger, causing him to fold like a tortilla, falling down into the pit. in response, rosier was called to replace him.

you rolled your eyes.

you prayed rosier wouldn’t get any playing time. if there was anyone who couldn’t take a hint it was him. he constantly flirted with you despite your disinterest before you and riddle got together. even then, he would still remind you how he would be waiting for you. not when tom was around of course. he wasn’t that bold. your boyfriend never found out because you begged your witnessing friends not to tell him because merlin knows what would happen to the boy.

the game proceeded as normal, until rosier spotted you in the crowd.

now this was trouble.

you snuck a glance at tom who was playing tictactoe with a first year that also seemed to not have interest in the game. maybe he wouldn’t notice.

“this ones for you (y/n)!” toms head immediately shot up. people were looking around for who he was talking to.

“oh no…” you groaned, hiding your face in embarrassment. the little devil winked at you.

instant death wish.

“did he just-“

rosier confidently pulled his arm back, launching the quaffle forward toward the goal. “kobe!” the spectators hold their breath in anticipation.

only to miss.

in response, an awkward silence blanketed the crowd. nott tried to cover his snicker with his gloved hand only to receive a smack to the back of his head by malfoy.

the wrong day to be bold rosier.

despite the weight of the second hand embarrassment of the whole stadium, he still had the audacity to take another glance at you…and your upset boyfriend.

“now i really hate quidditch”

tom stood up from his seat and grabbed your hand, pulling you up with him. he gripped his wand and within a blink of an eye you two disappeared from the stands.

rip kobe we miss you black mamba❤️

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Uwu

Score for Gryffindor

Oliver Wood x Reader

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SLYTHERIN WINS… the whole of Slytherin erupts with cheers while Oliver lands the rest of the Gryffindor team falling close behind. They watch Oliver closely; he's fuming there's smoke coming out of his ears. They've learned through the years that it's best to leave him alone when he's in a mood like this. 

Then they see her, the Slytherin captain and Oliver woods nemesis. She's constantly teasing him, messing with him trying to get in his head before any games even if it's not against Slytherin. Oliver always gets pissy after they talk, usually taking it out his frustrations on the team. That's the last thing they need right now, not when he's already about to explode. 

“Good game Wood” they were not expecting that, there was no teasing in your tone you were being genuine. For a moment they think that someone must have drunk a polyjuice potion and replaced you.

Oliver on the other hand knew you were still messing with him as soon as the words left your mouth he felt something snap inside him. You’ve always been bitchy to him, teasing him not only during quidditch. You’d stop him before he heads to the pitch for practice and rile him up even during classes, you always find a way to bother him. 

“Shove it, L/n”

“Don’t be that way, I’m just being friendly” You reach out placing a hand on his shoulder, a friendly gesture it would seem. Oliver didn't take it that way, no you couldn't be friendly. Everything you did had an alternative meaning, and right now he had no patience for it. In a second he's shoving you against the closet wall getting right in your face. 

George is the first to speak telling Oliver to calm down; they never expected their captain to get violent. He gets very passionate about quidditch but he's never done anything like this. 

“Shut your mouth before I shut if for you” Olivers' words are filled with venom. Instead of being intimidated though, you seem pleased, excited even. 

“Please do” your voice is just above a whisper but the team still caught it. Their eyes widened dramatically. No way the ice cold Slytherin captain just said that, and no way is there captain Oliver Wood snogging them.  None of them knew what to do till Oliver pulled away from you leading you away from the pitch.

“Guess Woods going to be scoring on Slytherin after all” 

i love quidditch so fucking much

hermione: there are apparently 700 ways to commit a foul in quidditch and all of them were commited in the Quidditch World Cup of 1473

harry: well for now

hermione: what

Dating Fred Weasley but being Draco’s sister Would Include:

(for this request I imagine you to be in the same year as Fred but in Slytherin)

- lets just say that this would be quite an unexpected relationship as you family didn't really like the Weasleys. 

- so for the most part of your relationship would be kept a secret from your family, but this became much harder after Draco started school.

- sneaky kisses in abandoned hallways as you both know how much trouble you would get in if your family found out.

-only having a few lessons together as you are both in different houses.

-but when you do have lessons together he tries extremely hard to make you laugh and smile even if he gets in trouble.

-Going to all the Quidditch matches and secretly cheering him on when Slytherin aren’t playing

-this becomes a slight challenge when Slytherin play against Gryffindor.

-sneaking into secret places in the castle late at night to make up for the lost time during the day.

-your guy’s favourite place to sneak off to would be the top of the astronomy tower, mainly because that's where Fred admitted he liked you and where you had your first kiss.

-being good friends with George and Lee Jordan

-being told about all the latest pranks that are to happen to Slytherin as Fred wants to make sure you don’t get caught in the crossfire.

- on numerous occasions nearly being caught by students and teachers alike making out in empty corridors.

- dating Fred for at least 2 years before Draco found out.

-Draco found out because he wanted to tell you about the latest Quidditch match you and your family were going to in the holidays. and he caught Fred helping you sneak out of the Slytherin common room. 

-at first he was shocked as his older sister was dating a WEASLEY. but as he talked to you and Fred he realised that Fred made you genuinely happy and he promised to not tell your parents as long as he didn't see any lovey-dovey stuff.

-lying to your parents to be able to spend the holidays with Fred.

-when you visit the Weasley family for the first time they are shocked but they soon love and adore you. 

-joining Dumbledore’s Army with him and George.

-your family finding out and disowning you. Fred comforting you when he finds you crying in the astronomy tower with the letter by your side.

-the next day you receive another letter from Mrs Weasley to come and permanently live with them.

-when you see Fred that day you literally hug him and thank him for writing to his mum.

-life from then on got a bit easier as now you and Fred show PDA (and sometimes excessive amounts) everywhere no matter who’s watching.

this one was slightly longer but I don't know how much this makes sense but it made sense when I wrote it. :) what do you all think of this imagine. feel free to ask for more.

Dating Oliver Wood Would Include...

(I've wanted to do this one for a while now so. for this I’m imaging that you are in the same house as him and in the same year.)

-for two first met in first year on the way to your very first broom riding lesson. You were walking with a small group of friends you had made on the train. when below and behold he comes sprinting down the corridor and slams right into you. before you can utter a single word he runs of shouting that he’s gonna be the best at quidditch someday and that he’s late for “quidditch practice”

- lets just say that after he saw you again in the lesson he came over and apologized whilst criticising you on your lack of broom knowledge. he hands you a book of Quidditch through the ages and saunters off to his group of friends.

- after that you see him more through the castle and you take notice of him in most of your lessons. a week goes by and before transfiguration starts you place the book on his desk with a thank you note inside.

- slowly you and him start talking. at first he was trying to help you with your quidditch knowledge but it then escalated into you helping him with other subjects.

-as time passes you quickly become fast friends all the way until his fifth year when he became Gryffindor quidditch captain. 

-you are both in the library when he first tells you that he likes you as more than a friend after you won a debate over why duelling is a much more important skill than playing quidditch (in the later years he says that he purposely let you win this debate)

- after that you become the ‘cute couple’ around the castle.

-when he sees you around school especially in the mornings and evenings he gives you plenty of forehead kisses. he promised himself that he would do this at least 5 times a day on the forehead.

-this is forgetting to mention the numerous amounts of kisses you will receive during the day. walking to potions, there’s Oliver giving you a small kiss on your cheek before you enter the class. 

-once he forgot that you were in class and he gave you a cheek kiss after a particularly long question. this ended up with Professor McGonagall separating you two, deducting 5 house points from Gryffindor and had Oliver in detention for it. (Fred and George try to mention this as much as possible to him as it never fails to make him stutter cause of course they happened to be sat in detention as well for a prank they had pulled earlier that day)

-whispering how much he loves you when you go to bed and when you see each other first thing in the morning.

-watching every single one of his quidditch games and cheering him on. sometimes getting a wink from him. which usually results in the opposite team sending the Bludger towards him.

-sitting with him holding his hand when ever he gets injured from quidditch and him always insisting that he’s fine. but you can tell that he’s not.

- receiving warm back hugs on the top of the astronomy tower as you point out constellations you know.

- walking around Black Lake with him at least once every week to help him ease his mind of quidditch and school work (but mainly quidditch)

-helping encourage him to win matches. and giving him an endless supply of encouragement, cuddles and kisses whether your team wins or looses.

- for special occasions he’ll take you out to dinner in the three broomsticks and taking a wonderful and peaceful broom ride after.

-him stealing kisses anyway he can think of. studying, there’s Oliver kissing you if you get a question right. after a detention. Oliver is waiting for you outside ready to surprise attack you with kisses afterwards.

-after some time he tells you that you are the only one that can call him Oli with out being told off.

- the twins flirting with you a lot to try and piss Oliver off in the hopes he will cancel quidditch practise this week (it never works though)

-over the summer every day you aren’t together you are constantly writing to each other.

-eventually he invites you to go with him to see all the quidditch games in the summer.

- spending equal time round each others houses during the holidays. 

-on your last year of Hogwarts he gives you a promise ring and he goes into the many reasons why he loves you. and that after you graduate that you will most definitely be marrying him. he kisses you as he places the ring on your finger and he tells you that he loves you more than he loves quidditch. and you simply smile as you know that, that is a lot.

passing the time quite nicely. I wrote this one a while back and just forgot to post it so here it is. hope you enjoy it and request anyone else you want to see in the future.