#'where's ginevra'? who cares?!
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It was hot, summer, and sticky, and terrible. His eyes would not unglue from the dreadful image ahead: a bead of water sliding down his chest, glimmering-gold on his skin, and oh, fuck, Draco was doomed.
Draco, in his fucking linen trousers (who in hell convinced him to wear this), in his fucking face, flushed so helplessly and so telling. Why did he come? He could be home with his ancient fan right now. He could be sitting on the floor with a drink in his hand and pining himself stupid over Potter’s text. Why even text him, if he’s so intent on speaking to Ginevra? Over there by the pool, with his fucking hands. In his hair (wet, why did he have to be so wet) and clapping his thigh (thick, why did it have to be so thick) and—touching Ginevra’s face—
Oh, Draco forgot, he couldn’t do this. Had places to be, had—things to, do. None of them included sitting in the shade, trying to control his face and swallow the scream. None of them included a first-row seat to the Lovebirds getting back together. No, in fact, a nice hot dip in the actual magma of the actual sun would be more pleasant than this, excuse him, Granger, excuse, fucking Weasley, trying to lure in him a chat about—chess? He really couldn’t pay the slightest attention. Escaping, er, going to the, er, loos, so get off him, Luna, he’s just—
“Draco?”
No, no. No. Draco wasn’t ready for this. In his trousers and his face and his heart beating a racket in his ears. Please, he just needed a moment to cool down. To stuff all this unbearable heat somewhere private, somewhere distant, where it’d only scorch a little and not flay him open.
“Where are you going? You’re not leaving yet, are you?”
He turned to Potter with what started as fury, then melted, turned stupid, more grunting than actual words. Potter, still so fucking wet from when Neville pushed him in, dripping right in front of him. All big smile and that dimple which sent Draco to many a miserable fit, and those hands, those hands. Sent out, to stop him, maybe.
“I, er. I have to… there’s something…”
The Gryffindorks were all staring. In the corner, Pansy was sunbathing and couldn’t care less. Blaise was grinning. The pool area smelled of chlorine and beer, and Potter, who was somehow getting closer. Oh, he was moving. Towards him. Draco would back away, but the sun lounger was already nudging his leg, and. Helpless. With Potter’s… everything.
“You can’t go. You only just got here!”
Draco blinked. Begged himself for a shred of coherency. Found none. “You… ahem. You seem to be quite busy anyway. So, ah, it shouldn’t matter if—”
“Matters,” Potter said, directly onto Draco’s face. He was warm and wet and mesmerising. Draco couldn’t think. “It matters. Stay, just a little longer?” one Hand rose, a finger gently tapping the edge of his nose.
“Hmm?” was Draco’s best effort.
“You have a little bit of sunscreen,” with a breathy laugh. “Here, let me just…”
Let him? What would Draco not let him do? The concept was absurd. “Potter,” he tried, with the very last of his might.
His hand was warm, and big, and perfect. Without quite noticing he was doing it, Draco let his mouth fall open, deaf for the raucous beating in his chest.
Potter’s thumb came up to rest, gently, on his bottom lip. “Stay,” he whispered. His face was so close. Draco only had to lean an inch and they’d be—closer.
Splashing from a few yards away, yelling and laughter; the world ceased to exist. Draco could vaguely tell they were in the shade. Was only somewhat aware of other people who might be watching this. A funny sensation was already tingling on his skin, like sunburn, but worse.
“Okay,” he heard himself say. More vibration than word, making Potter’s thumb twitch. That blasted hand took his chin, brought it the tiniest bit down. What wouldn’t Draco let him do? He’d let him anything.
“Okay,” Potter said back. There was a tilt of a smile to the word, to his lips. Pink and very, very close. Coming closer still. Slowly, so slowly, and Draco’s head was burning with it, smoking, was fit to combust—
“Come inside? I need to dry off. You could help towel me down.”
“Down,” Draco said, wisely. “Towel—yes.”
Potter was bright everywhere, but his smile, oh god. Made Draco’s mouth water and his eyes sting. And his mind melt. “Good,” Potter said, and leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. “That’s good.”
It was roasting hot, summer, sticky and sweaty. And good, yes, also very, very good.
#drarry fic#longing in the summer#meant to be 'summer kiss' from a prompt but we never actually. got there#nose kisses count?#800 words#jealous Draco#rockingrobin69#i think i forgot how to write?
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Written for @hinnymicrofic
Prompt 8: Alone
He had arrived at the Burrow only a few days before. He had thought his nightmares about Sirius would calm down there. Instead, being surrounded by people he loved seemed to only remind him even more of who was missing.
He had spent all day trying to push away his terrible mood until he had found the perfect opportunity to disappear.
He was seating under a tree in the orchard, hiding from the summer sun.
"Here," a voice startled him, Ginny's voice. He looked up to see the sun give her hair a golden aura. She was smiling, holding two sandwiches, one was being eaten by her, but she was offering the second to Harry.
Before he could find a way to refuse, his stomach grumbled. Ginny smirked and put the sandwich in his hand.
"Thank you," he mumbled, still unsure of why she was there in the first place.
"Mum made it," she revealed, "You have a tendency to not eat when you are upset." She bit into her snack and watched him carefully, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as usual. "You can't be a grumpy git if you die of starvation."
Harry snorted.
"Enjoy having one around?"
"Not really. But I need some actual competition for my summer Quidditch plans," she confessed in a false conspiratorial tone. Harry chuckled while Ginny made a move to go back to the house.
An unexpected sense of anxiety gripped him.
"Where are you going?"
"Inside?" She seemed genuinely surprised by his question.
"I thought--"
She shrugged. "You clearly want to be alone."
"So... You aren't going to tell me I should talk about my problems?" Hermione had. Repeatedly. Even Ron surprisingly had dared. Mrs Weasley had hinted at her excellent listening skills many times. Harry had appreciated their good intentions but fundamentally had found the idea horrifying.
Ginny was looking at him like Ron looked at a chessboard. "Do you want me to?"
Did he want her to?
Her amber eyes bore into his green ones.
"I'm not sure," he answered, finding himself unable to lie to her. "Maybe," he added. "It's just--"
It's just that you wanted to go save Sirius because you cared about him. Not me. Not the DA. It's just that I feel like I missed half of the story. Did you ever talk about me with him? What did he say? It's just that every time I talk with you I feel ten times lighter. Do you feel it too? It's just that I know it was you who told Luna who Sirius was so that I didn't have to. Thank you. It's just that I prefer being with you to being alone but I don't know why. Am I allowed to feel like this?
"It's just--" he said once more, desperate to find the right words.
"GINEVRA!!!!!"
They both jumped at Mrs Weasley's furious voice.
Ginny smiled guiltily. "Sorry, I have to go. I might have made a bit of a mess in the kitchen." She bit her lip. "I lied before, I made the sandwich, I thought you'd be more likely to eat it if you thought it was from Mum..." She laughed as Harry realised he had nearly eaten all of it already. It was kind of an amazing sandwich.
When he looked back at her she was already walking away, her flaming hair dancing behind her.
Despite the excellent food he wished she had never come.
He had been fine with being alone before her.
#I feel like I haven't written them in years even if it's not true#ginny weasley#harry potter#hinny#harry x ginny
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SECRET NOBILITY
pairing: knight!ginny x princess!fem reader
synopsis: it’s a knights duty to look after the princess even if all they knew was how much the despised one another.
warnings: mentions of lewdness but in passing, no smut
note: omg it took me forever to find the time to write this but i was kicking my feet over knight!ginny omgggg i hope you guys enjoy !! happy women’s month & day and i love you lesbians !!!
A guard and her beautiful princess.
Ginevra Weasley meticulously crafted her life and battled her way through the rigorous knighthood training which was already difficult enough to enter a world where the women work hard in kitchens, brothels, and, of course, at home to please others. Ginny fought to escape, to work for something else. To work for the pleasure that fighting brought her, work for the pleasures that nobility brought to her lifestyle.
The one downside to being a knight was having to be at your beck and call.
You were the princess of Evythia. Kind, sweet, and charming to all who knew you, that is of course, except Ginny Weasley.
You had the girl flogged on the first day the two of you met for nearly trampling you with her steed and the kingdom has since established that the princess and the kingdom’s most valued knight were at war with each other. The hardened gazes, the trembling hands of fury, the stiff stances when the two were forced next to each other. The days could not bring you together with their passings as time could not heal all wounds.
When the sun turned to the into moon and the pale sky darkened as the kingdom reached another midnight, Ginny Weasley was home, if one could consider home being between your legs. The single time she enjoyed pleasuring someone else rather than herself.
How could two people who seemed to utterly despise one another because of every inconvenience turn lovers?
The story begins at midnight, the midnight.
Ginny was not on guard duty and those days were special. She was enveloped by the chills of night and the goosebumps across her arms could not match the prickling nerves as she ruminated about anything and everything, and more specifically, who she really was.
Ginevra Weasley had come to terms that she was a lesbian on one of these midnight walks of hers and it gave her both everything and nothing. Everything in the way she felt at peace with finally discovering an inch of the mystery that is identity; nothing in the way she felt lost in the archaic world.
“Maybe I’ll find love… somehow.” She thought, hoping for a miracle to land at her feet that she would find someone who could be fearless for her, to love another woman, even if it was behind closed doors.
When Ginny asked for a miracle, she didn’t expect the worst luck imaginable to fall in her lap at the given opportunity. She clutched her shoulder from the impact, quickly making way to apologise before she saw the face behind the encounter, your face.
“Oh, it’s you.” she spat, causing your face to scrunch in distaste. “So, the beloved knight loses her manners off duty, who could’ve imagined it.” You rolled your eyes, showing off your clear disdain for the knight. Ginny scoffed, “Oh please, a princess who couldn’t even do much as say a simple ‘thank you’ is going to lecture me on manners? But of course, I suppose the princess is too lost in her ego to care about the rest of us. I would’ve thought she’d thin her lips and humble herself, but what should I know?”
There it was, the condescending attitude you despised so much. “You act like you know me, but you don’t! Do you understand how infuriating it is to constantly be held to a high standard and then here you are making me feel like it’s not enough to wear the tightest corsets to please an audience of thousands and bend backwards to try and find solutions for everyone when I can’t even figure out anything for myself!”
Ginny was taken aback by your outburst but her own stubbornness urged her to fight back. “Oh please, I’m sure it’s so difficult being born a princess where you could have everything you want and the entire kingdom bends to your will. I had to fight for my place, something you’ll never know.”
She waited for your wit to attack her again but when silence struck, she turned to see your reaction, which she hoped was satisfyingly gobsmacked. She was stunned to see the tears rimming your eyes, twinkling down your cheeks rapidly like shooting stars falling through the sky.
She tried to shake away her thoughts in an effort to focus on you, a concern she didn’t think she’d ever have.
You didn’t speak until Ginny’s hand fell on your shoulder, “That’s it, isn’t it… I’ve been given everything because I’m a princess but I don’t know who I am. I can’t choose anything and I cannot be anything. I– I’ve envied you for so long.” Ginny couldn’t hold her surprise. “That was abundantly clear when you had children throw their most rotten vegetables at me.” You laughed, a charming sound that the knight was unfamiliar with. A new melody to indulge in from time to time hopefully. “A lapse in judgment, I suppose, now that I think of it. It might’ve been the third, or maybe the fourth time I was nearly trampled that day, I was simply irritated by my luck. My deepest apologies to you.”
The knight didn’t expect the apology to come so easily after the years of vitriol. “That’s all it took? I’ve hated you for so long starting from that moment and all I needed to do was talk to you?” Well, of course, it was a simple solution but Ginny was never one for simplicity, thus the egregious hotheadedness. “Well, you’ve been right about me, I am quite stubborn so I don’t know about what could’ve been, but you’re the only one who had ever listened to me like this so I would think that makes you deserving of an apology… and my gratitude for your services as a knight and a shoulder tonight.”
The two of you had made an agreement to continue the charade in public to keep your nightly walks of peace private. Neither of you were caught, the advantage of knowing every inch of the castle like the back of your hand. It had been another momentous night, one the girls wouldn’t know would become so important until later. Ginny was given guard duty to watch over you and so the two of you sat on your bed, simply chattering.
“How did you know?” You asked with the sort of curiosity that Ginny recognised. The curiosity behind the questions that meant you had been trying to discover more of yourself through her experiences. “How did I know what, princess?” The name was your title, a formality, but the use of it made Ginny’s stomach churn with nerves. “How did you know you’re a lesbian? That you prefer to court women?” Ginny blanched. She had told you of her preferences recently and was relieved to know you were not judgemental of it, now here you were suspecting with that curiosity of yours that you also had the same preferences.
It felt like the clock had frozen as the knight was consumed by her own vivid thoughts. It was not abnormal of her to find you in her dreams, to find your lips pulse against her own, to find her fingers across your skin. She jolted before her thoughts became immoral, “She is the princess… you are a knight… she is a friend.” Ginny would recite the reminder like a mantra.
She turned to you and answered, “On one of my walks, I realised that I was never interested in the advances of my fellow knights looking for a rendezvous. I had always, secretly, yearned for the pretty women around me.” She watched you nod. You bit at your gums in thought, “I always felt I enjoyed a man’s company. Flirted with a few nobles and knights on occasion.” The knight felt sick hearing the princess she dreamed about frequently, dreams that edged towards a twisted lewdness, talk about the men they flirted with. “I realised I no longer wanted a man when they actually fell under my spell. I’ll admit, my charm is like a hex.” The knight choked out a laugh, hiding the fact that your narcissism was a truth for her. Over the nights of secret meetings, she had fallen for you.
“Ginevra… I wish to be brave like you for a change so I’ll get on with it.” She felt the need to laugh. A knight like her was brave on the battlefield, a true mark of courage, and here she sat, completely in fear and shaking with torrential anxiety.
“I’ve dreamt about you.” The two of you stared in shock. Ginny couldn’t even believe the words that spilt out of her mouth. Her face was a sickly shade of vermillion that made her hair seem brighter and her face more akin to a tomato. “Princess y/n, I am deeply apologetic. I would never be so crass and I let it slip out of impulse. My lady, I would never–”
Your soft hands pulled her face towards yours. The dreams Ginny had of kissing you were nothing compared to the reality of it. Your soft lips against her own so intensely that she could feel the fine lines through them so perfectly. When you gently pulled away, you laughed at the face of surprise and wonder before you. “You beat me to my confession, although I would say you were much more blunt about it than I was planning to be.”
Ginny, at a loss of words, felt the deep urge to kiss you again. The night was spent with quiet laughter, odd revelations, and many more kisses than either of you could have hoped for.
#vani fics#fanfic#harry potter#harry potter x reader#golden trio#golden trio era#ginny weasley#ginny weasley x reader#ginny weasley x y/n#ginny weasley x you#rivals to lovers#knight#princess
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a fluffy dramione story told through newspaper articles
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
this is part 4/ 10
The DAILY Prophet
Draco Malfoy’s ex-wife, Astoria, is laid to rest at emotional funeral.
London (2018). Members of the Malfoy and Greengrass families today led the mourners who attended the funeral of Astoria Greengrass, the estranged wife of Draco L. Malfoy who died last week at St. Mungo’s after a long illness. Eyewitnesses reported that Astoria’s older sister, Daphne Greengrass, gave an emotional speech, and highly personal account of how much she misses her sister already, describing her as a devoted and loving mother to her son whom she had during her six-year marriage to Draco Malfoy. The funeral drew some unexpected crowds, this newspaper can confirm that Harry Potter, his wife Ginevra and their second oldest son, Albus, were in attendance. Astoria leaves behind her parents and older sister, and her son, Scorpius, 12, as well as her ex-husband, Draco Malfoy, whom attendees described as being devasted by her death. Prior to her illness, Astoria had worked at the Malfoy Foundation where she, amongst other things, set plans into action to turn the abandoned Malfoy Manor into an anti-war memorial, honoring those who gave their life during the wizarding-wars.
Statement from Theodore W. Nott, Attorney at Wizarding Law, Spokesperson for the Malfoy Foundation.
Published January 2, 2018
“Mr. D.L. Malfoy would like to thank everyone who expressed their condolences in the aftermath of Astoria’s death. He also wishes to thank the incredible staff at St. Mungo’s for the care they have provided during her month-long stay. Mr. Malfoy hopes that the public understands his desire to maintain as much normality for his son, Scorpius, as possible and his focus on supporting him as he faces a life without his beloved mother.”
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finished charlotte brontë's villette today. some more thoughts to add to the collection... (SPOILERS AHEAD!)
- literally WHAT???
- two whole chapters dedicated to a bad drug trip. i wasn't joking in my last villette post when i said it had to take the trophy for weirdest brontë novel ever (starting shirley after this, but just based on the plot synopsis alone i already know it doesn't come close)
- there are SO many parallels between this novel and jane eyre it's truly insane - to the point where it truly feels like a retelling of the jane eyre - with all the fairy tale themes (quite literally acknowledged in the book) but without jane eyre's fairy tale ending
- the main character's love interest, paul emmanuel, is literally charlotte saying: "what if i took mr. rochester, erased all of his sex appeal, and made him way worse in general? okay, that backfired, shit, shit... wait, but then what if i try to make him better later on? okay, this is going well, this is going w— ah, shit, lucy doesn't need him anyway, let's just have him disappear and people can think whatever the fuck they want. i don't really care what they think."
- and apparently charlotte tried to kill him off in the end but her dad made her leave it up to interpretation thinking it wouldn't sell as well if not... so anyway what i'm saying is that this book is for the mr. rochester haters
- i don't even really hate paul but i didn't really feel for his loss either, even though i did learn to tolerate him and like him maybe a little toward the end... but in the main, his character flaws were so striking, and his lack of chemistry with lucy compared to jane/rochester for example, is really to blame for that
- i feel like lucy may be incapable of lasting love and/or she is truly suffering from comphet or gender troubles
- i feel like she had way more chemistry with john whether platonically or romantically. honestly he was one of the most entertaining characters because he felt very real.
- i wonder if villette (based on their frienemy situation) had repressed feelings for ginevra or vice versa because 1) the theatre performance where lucy had to act as ginevra's male lover and fell really really into the role, 2) the fact that they keep up a correspondence, 3) when lucy said ginevra would lean on her like she was her male suitor & it made her uncomfortable, 4) complimenting her beauty & defending her to john despite her dislike of her (this could just be lucy's goodness) 5) lucy's comment to polly where she said she could never love a man OR a woman "in that way you're referring to" (tightly paraphrasing here), 6) lucy analyzing the artwork of naked women & then defending herself to paul, 7) lucy admiring/idolizing madame beck who is described as being masculine, 8) probably many other things i've forgotten
- after reading theories about charlotte and ellen nussy i'm feeling vindicated in my discovery of the queer themes - the novel can be read as being very comphetish (comphet = compulsive heterosexuality; for those of you who may not know, this term was coined by writer/theorist adrienne rich to describe the ways in which lgbt people [she focuses on women] are brainwashed to think they're straight, & the weird symptoms this can cause!)
- i read a spoiler about characters being not who you think they are initially, and so i knew john was dr. bretton, BUT I MISTAKENLY THOUGHT POLLY WAS GINEVRA! and in my last post i made a reference about seeing a lot of adèle varens in "the french girl of the story" but really i see a little bit of adèle in both ginevra and polly - to clarify this point. but i also see how the fairy references re: polly parallel jane - that's about where their comparison ends though.
- anyway the nun plot was interesting but kind of underwhelming. also which we got more time with ginevra's rakish beau.
- might make a whole post just on the comparisons between paul/rochester & paul/lucy & rochester/jane... so many... damn...
#villette#jane eyre#charlotte bronte#charlotte brontë#the bronte sisters#book opinions#book thoughts#book review#the brontes#books#reading#currently reading#my analysis#my opinions#literature#english literature#victorian
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hello everyone! i’m so sorry i missed the Several Sunlit Daylights challenge yesterday, i haven’t been feeling well and it was very hard to get motivation to write, but thankfully i finished so here it is! also, i will try to post the challenge for today too!
also, this is in Hermione’s POV!
Prompt: Based off a Bridge
Lover - Hinny
I could practically feel the excitement and anticipation in the beautifully decorated tent that Molly did a great job on. It was the day that a few years ago, I never thought would happen. It felt like a miracle.
Now that miracle came true as I was now at the wedding of my best friend, who was marrying my other best friend and I was her Maid of Honour.
It was the blissful wedding day of Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley.
I glanced over at Ron, who was Harry’s best man. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, shifting his weight ever so often. He was clearly nervous, I mean, it was his sister’s wedding!
I looked at Harry to see his nervousness was nowhere near Ron’s level. He was almost shaking with excitement and nervousness and happiness and Merlin knows what else.
The thing I was anticipating most was the vows. Given that Harry and Ginny are both romantic sops, there was no doubt that these would probably be the most romantic and amazing vows I’ll ever hear.
Finally, the man at the front of the alter that would soon declare Harry and Ginny a married couple, spoke. “Ladies and Gentlemen, will you please stand.” I grinned widely, facing to the front. Everyone arose from their seats, all smiling. I made a silent note to myself that if anyone objected, I’d hex them good.
Finally, Ginny entered through the curtains of the tent, her arm linked with her father’s. She was wearing the biggest smile that mirrored Harry’s. I could feel myself about to cry but composed myself. Ron was smiling softly at his sister and it was definitely endearing.
When Ginny came right in front of the aisle, she stopped and Arthur kissed her on her cheeks, his eyes pricked with tears. With a final smile, he departed and went to go stand with his wife, Molly, who already had tears falling from her eyes.
Ginny stood in front of Harry, her hands in his. They looked at each other for a while before turning their attention to the priest.
“We are gathered here today to celebrate the wedding of Harry James Potter and Ginevra Molly Weasley. Both of them have prepared vows. We will start with Harry,” The priest said loud and steady. I was smiling so big that my cheeks were hurting but I didn’t care.
Harry looked into Ginny’s eyes and smiled. I was wondering why he didn’t have a paper of something in his hands before I realized that he memorized!
Harry cleared his throat. “Ginny,” He began slowly. “I have been dreaming about this day for so long. Years ago, that’s all I called it, a dream. But now, seeing you standing in front of me, looking absolutely beautiful, I feel like the luckiest man alive to say that my dream has come true and it’s all with you. I remember when we were younger and when we first started dating, all I wanted was to be around you. I wanted to smell the flowery scent in your hair, wanted to get lost in your beautiful brown eyes, and I just wanted to hold you. Even when I was away from you for so long, all I thought about was you and you motivated me the whole way through. I always thought that all’s well that ends well to end up with you. Now, I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you and love you forever.” Harry had the biggest smile on his face which I found absolutely adorable. I felt tears in my eyes the whole time he was talking and just felt so happy.
Harry pulled Ginny into a kiss with his hands cupping her face. Applause broke out along with cheering.
It was beautiful.
•••
The ceremony was over and now everyone was sitting at tables talking, eating and just having fun.
I was sitting at a table beside Ron and Harry was sitting across from us. “Where’s Ginny?” Ron asked Harry.
“Oh, she’s just with her Mum. This seat is reserved for her and only her.” He put his hand on the table with a stern look on his face.
“Alright, mate,” Ron laughed. I smiled as Harry always did save Ginny a seat at every table. I habit, I guess.
Soon after, Ginny came and sat down beside Harry. “I practically had to pry myself away from Mum. She was crying the whole time and hugging and kissing me. I don’t know how I got away.” Harry chuckled.
“I don’t know what she’s gonna do to me then,” Harry muttered.
“Mate, she might actually suffocate you with hugs in kisses. And I don’t think she’ll regret it either,” Ron said. We all laughed and continued talking.
Later on, it was the time when everyone was welcome to the dance floor. Harry and Ginny went along with a bunch of other people.
Ron got up and held his hand out to me. “Can I have this dance?” I smiled up at him.
“Of course,” I said as I took his hand and got up. He led me to the dance floor just as a slow song started playing and I wrapped my hands around his neck while he put his hands on my waist.
“Gosh, I’m horrible at slow dancing. Or any type of dancing for that matter,” I chuckled.
“Oh, please, ‘Mione! Do you remember me at the Yule Ball,” Ron said with a laugh and I laughed with him.
I took a glance at Harry and Ginny and saw them happily dancing, Harry whispered something to her that made her giggle and blush. I smiled at them. “They look so happy.”
“I know. Considering everything that they’ve been through together, it’s refreshing to see them happy.”
I nodded slowly. Everyone knew that Harry and Ginny were perfect for each other. We knew it from the very beginning. It’s beautiful to see what they’ve become now.
Lovers.
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Fluorite side profile :0 WITH GOLD ACCENTS! :O
Fluorite info dump!!
Fluorite was born from a rich family their mother being a stay at home business woman and their father being a astrologist, they where actually a rainbow child and their parents loved them so very much but one day while fluorite was off at school their parents mansion was burned down by some villains along with the maids, chefs, and their parents, they where given to their aunt where they turned their cousin into a half bird half bat creature and was kicked out, they walked the streets with their stuffed alien plushy that their mother had made for them for their love of space but while walking the streets they ran into two thugs and where almost taken because of their parents when Edward, who is a well known villain in the city and made them stop when he relized it was a child he took them in and raise flourite as his own because he always wanted a child but no one would let him adopt, after a while flourite got excepted into a top science school meeting some friends and Cassiopeia, them and Cassiopeia dated their entire college year and moved in together but flourite descovered a element that can stop the aging process only very very slowly and started to make a elixir to stop aging but the side effect is that flourite would slowly and slowly get more paranoid and insane and became a villain like Edward l because of their power, but during that accidently killed 3 innocent people that where young and when they relized that they where young they started to feel paranoid from the guilt and started to see their ghosts so flourite stole their body’s and started to make them as experiments of half human half creature, Cassiopeia found out and flourite showed their true self while going more and more insane while speaking and in self defense Cassiopeia grabbed a knife and slashed fluorite’s eye and ran out never talking to flourite again, after that they tried drinking the elixir but caused the elixir to burn half of their mouth loosing one of their canines, after all that they met ac which crashed landed into the roof of their apartment and took care of ac because it reminded them of their plushy their mother made them after a while flourite met ginevra, they fell in love because ginerva acted like Cassiopeia soon started to date Cassiopeia found out and just didn’t care and kept to them selfs (that’s all I have now)
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Fic masterlist
Below, is a master list of my writing, including the central character and/or ship for each piece!
Thank you to everyone who takes a look, leaves comments or kudos, or just has a read ♥♥
I mainly write BBC Ghosts and Classic Lit fics!
BBC Ghosts
Who would have thought it (Julian-centric)
A second (minor) heart attack (Julian/Robin - part 1/3 - can be read separately)
Not quite like the books (Julian/Robin - part 2/3)
A piece of the universe (Julian/Robin - part 3/3)
Hard-earned privileges (Julian and everyone)
That wonderful smile of yours - now, where is it? (Kitty-centric)
A table for eleven (Alison-centric ft everyone)
Sending worries to the moonah (Robin-centric, ft Julian)
Get a job! (Julian-centric, ft Robin, Alison and Thomas)
Weaving (Mary-centric - written pre-S4)
Still the same girl (Fanny-centric)
Postcards (Pat-centric)
Sometimes good (Robin focused, ft everyone)
The ghost stories are true (but you don’t believe them) (everyone - pre-series)
Thinking back, I might have nailed the coffin shut with that (Julian ft Robin)
None of us is; or else we all are (Thomas-centric)
Nobody in the world by you cares for cleverness (Fanny-centric, pre-series)
Stuck to the gum that’s stuck on your shoe (Julian and Robin)
Gaze (The Captain-centric)
Striking a deal (Mike-centric, ft Julian)
we are unfashioned creatures, but half made up (Annie/Mary, Mary-centric, S4 spoilers)
Could be worse (Humphrey-centric)
Albatross (Robin-centric, S4E1 spoilers)
Stuck on an island and you found your way off it (Kitty-centric, ft Captain)
Soggy cereal and other regrets (Pat-centric)
Sky Glow (Robin-centric, ft Julian and Mary, S4 spoilers)
this astonishing delay, the everyday, takes place (Alison-centric)
This feeling (Julian centric, Robin/Julian, sort of)
Inheritance (A Rachel-centric fic, with a bit of Julian)
The Tiger (A Fanny-centric fic)
Losing (Julian/Robin)
you’re dead anyway, so who cares? (Julian/Robin - kind of a follow on from Losing)
House Share (a 30k Mike-centric fic)
Shared Chaos (Alison-centric)
after the rain (comes more rain) (Humphrey-centric, ft. Sophie - part of the ‘wedding portraits’ series)
ship to wreck (Julian-centric, ft. Margot and Robin - part of the ‘wedding portraits’ series)
you make no way and the sea is not in sight (Fanny-centric - part of the ‘wedding portraits’ series)
Uninvited Guests (Alison-centric - ft my OCs, basically, in which two strangers come to Button House)
Pick yourself up, dust off your knees (Pat-centric, part of the ‘wedding portraits’ series)
Big Boring (Julian-centric, a hint of Julian/Robin/chess husbands)
Red Sky in the Morning (Mary-centric, ft Annie - can be read as platonic or shippy - part of the ‘wedding portraits’ series)
home will always be a moment (Kitty-centric, part of the ‘wedding portrait’ series)
a workshop of filthy creation (Thomas-centric, ft Francis being awful)
Just Happens (Robin and Julian)
Behind the clouds (Robin and Julian - could be pre-chess-husbands)
The Story Might One Day Have Been Yours (Captain-centric, written pre-series-5, part of the ‘wedding portraits’ series)
Honeymoons and other wasps nests (Robin-centric, written post-series-5, part of the ‘wedding portraits’ series)
Maps to the End Point (a closer/alternative look at the finale, giving each of the ghosts a moment of realisation)
Keep it Fawcett!! (Robin/Julian, chess husband ramble)
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Villette by Charlotte Brontë
Don’t let them get you down, you’re the best thing I’ve seen (Ginevra Fanshawe centric, post-novel, slight AU, Ginevra/Lucy, multi chapter)
How could anything bad ever happen to you? (Ginevra-centric, hint of one-sided Ginevra/Lucy if you want it but vague, could be canon)
Watch me shimmer (Ginevra-centric, one-sided Gin/Lu, canon-compliant, just from Gin’s pov)
a hidden courtyard (Lucy-POV, ft Ginevra)
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Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
Warmth (Pip/Herbert - slight, canon-compliant)
Those that love us (Pip/Herbert, ft Joe and Biddy, canon ending divergence)
Rubies, Sapphires and Diamonds (Estella-centric)
I shall always need you, because I shall always love you (Herbert/Pip, canon ending divergent)
Absolutely necessary (Pip, Herbert and Clara)
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Grantchester ITV
The Happy Things (Leonard/Daniel, ft Mrs C)
Together (Leonard/Daniel)
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Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
The loneliest guys in the world (George and Slim)
If they drag you through the mud (George and Slim)
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Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
where the evening splits in half (Henry Clerval/Victor Frankenstein)
We shall do nothing and smile (Henry/Victor, ft Elizabeth) (very, very old, but you’re welcome to it)
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Armadale by Wilkie Collins
Never have relish in thy faery power of unreflecting love? (Allan Armadale/Ozias Midwinter - niche, niche, niche)
Sweeter skies and longer days of sun (Allan/Ozias, again, a sort of canon divergent thing post novel)
#my writing#BBC Ghosts#Villette#Great Expectations#Frankenstein#Grantchester#Of Mice and Men#Armadale
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Chapter 13 - The Way We (Love) Hate Each Other
The hours passed quickly in the countryside, Harry couldn't think of things other than what he needed to do and the families he needed to visit. But when night came and all that was left was the solitude of the tavern where he was staying, Harry had to look for ways to make the minutes go by faster.
His mother had sent him a letter, it didn't say much other than that he was supposed to take care of himself and keep sending her news about where and how he was.
Mia sent him one too, but she seemed a lot colder than she used to be.
His father sent him a simple “Please be careful, keep us posted on your situation.” Something that didn't surprise Harry, but it didn't assuage the guilt that plagued him now that he was gone and he could think more about what had happened.
He'd like to write a long letter to his father telling him about the times James made it seem like Harry wasn't good enough, but what was that worth? Honestly, he was aware that putting it out there wouldn't change the past, and that it didn't rule out the times when James was patient and really helped him understand things he couldn't.
But perhaps the thing that hurt him the most was the feeling of fear.
Fear gnawed at Harry's every vein and artery, a hopeless feeling of thinking that he was the only one who could make or break things right, and that there wouldn't be enough class to guarantee that Harry had learned everything he should.
The fear of not being what others expected paralyzed him and made him do stupid things, like turning his back on his father or kissing Ginevra.
Not that kissing her was a bad thing, but if Harry could be honest, he'd hoped that when it did, it would be something far more… sentimental than it was.
Harry felt lost. And not even the work he so enjoyed doing seemed to help him with that feeling.
It would be long hours before he managed to fall asleep—or until the firewhiskey he was drinking took effect in clouding his mind and silencing all that cacophony inside him.
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The Batman OC Masterlist
Arrowverse || DC
Name: Carlotta Falcone
Story: Salt The Earth
Faceclaim: Ana De Armas
Love interest: Bruce Wayne
Summary: Carlotta Falcone knew exactly who her father was, thank you. She knew what he’d done, she knew how much of Gotham he controlled, and she knew that she would only have one chance to take him down. But stopping her father wouldn’t be enough for her, someone else would just rise up and take his place. No, Carlotta Falcone was going to bide her time, make a plan, and take out not only his operation but as much of Gotham’s underworld as she possibly could in one fell swoop.
Teaming up with the Bat had never been a part of her plan, but when the Riddler’s games threaten not only her years of careful preparations but also her childhood best friend’s life, she knows that the time for waiting is done.Whether she likes it or not, Carlotta is a Falcone through and through. And Falcones always play to win, no matter what it takes.
Name: Felicity Nashton
Story: Untitled
Faceclaim: Jodie Comer
Love interest: TBD
Name: Florence Pennyworth
Story: Untitled
Faceclaim: Lily Collins
Love interest: Bruce Wayne
Name: Gianna Iglesias
Story: Untitled
Faceclaim: Eiza Gonzales
Love interest: Bruce Wayne & Selina Kyle
Name: Ginevra Maroni
Story: World Burn
Faceclaim: Emily VanCamp
Love Interest: Bruce Wayne
Name: Josette Cobblepot
Story: Untitled
Faceclaim: Samara Weaving
Love interest: Bruce Wayne
Name: Katherine Wayne
Story: City Of Ruins
Faceclaim: Florence Pugh
Love interest: TBD
Summary: At only seventeen years old, Katherine Wayne had seen more death than any teenager should have. She’d watched her parents murdered while walking home, had seen friends fatally shot in robberies across the city, and had just seen her first love brutally beaten to death. Death may have been inevitable, but Gotham was a cursed city, and she knew that she had to leave.
After a blowout argument with her older brother, words spoken that neither could ever take back, Katherine left Gotham. She travelled the world, picking up all sorts of skills and a vigilante identity to go with it, before settling down in Blüdhaven, where The Raven tried her best to keep the hellhole from turning into a second Gotham. She continued to travel, going all the way to Nanda Parbat to train under Ra’s al Ghul, and refused to ever think of the home, the family, she’d left behind.
Until her plane sets down in London, a layover on her way back to Blud, and breaking news comes onto every TV screen. A terrorist calling himself The Riddler had bombed Wayne Tower, and Alfred Pennyworth was left in critical condition.
Katherine Wayne had sworn never to return to Gotham, but she’d also sworn that she was done losing the people she loved. Whether Bruce wanted her there or not, no force in heaven or hell would be enough to stop her from protecting what was left of her family. But Gotham might not be big enough for a Raven and a Bat, and not everyone is happy to see another Wayne in their city.
Name: Sarina Strange
Story: Untitled
Faceclaim: Elizabeth Olsen
Love interest: Bruce Wayne
Name: Verity Atwood
Story: Untitled
Faceclaim: Olivia Taylor-Dudley
Love interest: TBD
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behind closed doors
♡ pairing: harry potter x reader x ginny weasley
♡ summary: ginny wants to add a third person to her sex life with harry and you make them both glad he said yes.
♡ requested: yes | no
♡ warnings: oh my god it's FILTH ─ swearing, threesome smut, oral sex (female & male receiving), face fucking, fingering, vaginal sex, praise/possession kink, scissoring, overstimulation, nipple play/praise, cum slut stuff but i got no clue what to tag that as. also i didn’t proofread or edit because if i reread any of this shit i know it won’t get posted LMAO
it was funny, really.
everyone thought the chosen one was this awkward, inexperienced git when it came to sex. and they all thought the youngest and only girl of the weasleys must be this pure little princess. but, they were oh so wrong and you knew that first hand.
you knew because harry was almost at his breaking point. he didn’t think there was anything as precious or plain sexy as ginevra weasley but merlin, did she have some odd kinks. he’d do them all for her, even enjoyed some of them. but this one had harry redder than dragon breath.
“ginny, i don’t want another guy with his hands on you when we’re being intimate!”
finally snapping, harry was flushed and frustrated. it was the second time ginny had brought up the possibility of bringing another person into their bedroom and harry did not see the appeal. the weasley girl perked an eyebrow, however, and laughed.
“who said anything about a guy, dear?” ginny toyed with a charm on the bracelet you’d given her and shook her head. “you know my friend, y/n, don’t you?”
the boy’s eyes widened behind his glasses and his mouth went a bit dry. “yes,” was all he managed, trying to remember what house you were even in. what he did remember was that you were quite the sight to look at.
ginny grabbed harry's hand, “we had a bit of a thing before you and i. she’s a fun person, she’d do it without any strings attached.”
how had harry had no idea that his girlfriend had been sleeping with y/n? and why did the idea of letting her into the equation arouse him so much? although surprised that ginny felt absolutely no jealousy or even batted an eye at the situation, he found himself grinning when ginny did at his sudden nod.
this was how you’d ended up with harry potter’s cock buried in your pussy while your face was in ginny’s. and right now, it wasn’t very funny at all. what it was fell under the category of fucking like heaven.
“oh, good girl, just like that, y/n!”
ginny moaned with her head thrown back. her eyes were rolling back into her head with every moan she heard from her boyfriend paired with the warm vibrations of yours meeting her pussy. “look so pretty, taking harry’s cock for us,” you responded to her dirty praise by a finger into her dripping cunt, your tongue still assaulting her folds and your ass in the air. she moaned even louder and barely made eye contact with harry, who was still thrusting into your clenching walls. “so good, y/n... blimey, gin, she’s so tight,”
“and ours,” the panting girl added, her hands now gripping your hair messily. “our pretty little slut, in’t that right, harry?” he agreed with a rather distracted grunt but ginny was too occupied to respond, screaming as you put your fingers as deep into her as you could, curling and pumping while your tongue kept adoring her clit. “oh, y/n, y/n, y/n,” it was impossible at this point to tell whose moans were whose and who was saying your name louder, but either way it was addicting.
“f-fuck!” you babbled incoherently, harry and ginny's names both getting lost on the way out of your mouth. harry burst into you with a final, shallow thrust, moaning like a porn star. your orgasm clenched your stomach and your walls tightened around harry’s dick while you came, the white liquid seeping out into ginny’s view. your breathy moan was hot on ginny’s throbbing pink pussy and the sight made her want to come, hard. you took your fingers away and instantly replaced them with your tongue. gripping her thighs tightly, you let all of her sweet cum enter your mouth and drip down your chin eagerly.
“oh, that’s a good girl,” ginny was breathing fast and giving both of you a toothy grin ─ one which you and harry returned. “how hot does she look, harry?”
“so hot,” harry gasped, forehead sweaty and cheeks flushed red. “so hot covered in our cum, she knows that, doesn’t she?”
nodding and flustered, you tried to gather yourself after being fucked and fucking ginny at the same time but you were flipped onto your back. a loud yelp caught both ginny and harry and they both wore different smirks on their face. harry's said he was nothing short of loving the experience and ginny was thinking of ways to make it better for the former... and herself.
“open,” she commanded, biting her bottom lip with the cockiest look on her face. without any hesitation, you spread your legs as wide as you could to let ginny do whatever she wanted with you. “good little girl, you’ll be rewarded,” she hummed and you were desperate to be touched again. “but first ‘m gonna let harry have a bit more fun, show him just how good you are with that pretty mouth.”
the messy haired boy was already pumping up and down his shaft, tip as pink as his cheeks. “open?” harry’s request was softer but in some way, just as sexy as ginny’s. you parted your lips just enough to take his tip between them and sucked softly, eyes intent on harry while you did so. his were already scrunched in need and you made your way down, cum covered lips and saliva wetting his dick for you to suck him better. with hollowed cheeks, you bobbed up and down on his length, feeling more and more satisfied with his bucks hitting your throat. even gagging on his cock and nose hitting right above where he was slapping against his own skin, you moaned and sucked until ginny spit on your cunt.
“oh,” you let out muffled on harry. no longer watching you two, ginny was lowering her own pussy onto yours and the heat of both your aroused cunts felt heavenly. you whimpered with your lips around harry, tears streaming down your face, hoping to be touched by ginny. your wish was granted as you moaned muffled again and she sank onto you, using your thigh to ride your pussy. clits rubbing against one another with deliciously rough friction, cock all the way into your mouth, you saw stars. it didn’t even matter whose cum was dripping down your leg when the pleasure you felt was so mindblowing and harry was spilling his seed down your throat. “good little cum slut,” ginny rubbed your clit harshly.
“ginny, this is so good,” you groaned, on the verge of a sob, “but ‘m too sensitive, just let me please you guys,”
as if you’d told a funny joke, she laughed and turned to harry. “your turn baby, i want that pretty, pretty mouth back between my legs now that she’s all swollen and sexy,”
“poor thing,” harry chuckled at your scream when he attached his mouth to your soaked and abused pussy. his hands yanked you by the ass and he ate you out like you were a fucking pumpkin pasty. ginny lowered to sit this time on your mouth, facing harry’s buried head. whimpering almost pitifully, though extremely sexy to the couple you were pleasing, your tongue took messy movements to ginny’s pussy.
she was so wet that it didn't matter how out of it the sensations had you, your open mouth on her core was enough to have ginny spitting moan after moan. “cum now, y/n, i know you’ve got another one left in you,” harry cooed. you couldn’t even object with your mouth so preoccupied and all coherent thoughts being smashed by harry’s tongue fucking your hole. “that's it,” his teeth grazed you while you came and your sob on ginny’s pussy sent her to the very edge of her orgasm.
right then and there, she could have orgasmed all over your flushed face but she held on and took her pale fingers to your breasts. “i think she’s got one more in her harry, fuck her one more time,” she purred, hips bucking on your lips. the strangled moan you exhaled made harry beam while he prepared to enter you again. “you love it, don't you?” your mouth tasting between ginny’s slick folds wouldn’t let you scream his name, but you desperately wanted to when harry pushed all of his inches into you. “being just a pretty cum slut?”
in only a minute, ginny’s release washed over your face and flooded your senses. all you tasted was the last ginny had before she collpased beside you, panting heavily. she watched as harry kept fucking you like you were theirs. “pretty tits bouncing, shame we didn't give ‘em too much attention,” she chirped. your teary eyes widened, you weren’t sure if you could take ginny touching your breasts on top of harry pounding into you. but you desperately wanted to.
it must have showed in your eyes, or admittedly, in ginny’s desire because she wrapped her lips around one of your nipples and pinched the other one before switching to soft flicking. “so tasty,” she alternated, praising both your tits with her skilled fingers and warm mouth. about to coax you into your orgasm, you finished loudly and harry let himself release the second that you did. pulling out, he found his way next to ginny and wrapped his hands around her waist while she focused on your tits, tired yet euphoric. “aren’t they perfect?” ginny hummed contently and released them, and harry stroked your hair and ginny's.
“y’know, perfect’s just one word i’d use for this.”
the lovely filth of having the wild versions of harry potter and ginny weasley all to yourself were some of your best nights, you often thought. though you supposed deep down that they were the ones who had you to themselves, you didn’t care. what mattered much more was that you ─ and certainly ginny and harry ─ were quite glad that you were their good, little slut.
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Stuck With Me (3)
Summary - Draco’s POV on losing his soulmate
Draco Malfoy x Reader
Word Count - 3.5k
AN- I am so sorry this took so long, I hope you all enjoy it!
Part 1 2
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Sometimes Draco thought about how different his life would be had he not left you, had you not gotten hurt and lost your fucking memory.
It was truly ridiculous, the universe was actively conspiring against him, he was sure of it.
His current living situation just proved that further to him. “Wake the fuck up.” Blaise said slowly pouring water on his face even though Blaise himself was evidently groggy. “I will kill you.”
“Looking forward to it.”
Draco was unsure as to why Blaise had chosen to live in a crappy apartment when his family Manor was free. He missed his silk sheets and expensive pillows. Yet sadly the ministry had decided they wanted to take that leaving Draco on Blaise’s smelly consignment store couch. Had he gotten completely cut off by his family? Perhaps, it would make the disgustingly plain beans and toasts they ate daily make a lot more sense. He’d hate to think that Blaise fed them this by choice.
“Guess who wrote.” Blaise said, wiggling a letter in Draco’s face.
“Loud ginger?”
“Loud ginger.” He confirmed dropping it in on Draco’s face. “You should answer her before we get a howler, then we’ll really see how loud the ginger can get.” Draco looked at the letter, Ginny’s name was scrawled on the envelope and the aggressiveness of the signature made him heavily considering not opening it but the possibility of getting a howler from her convinced him otherwise.
Draco,
You are the worst and I hate you. I’m not sure if you care anymore given that you have refused to make contact with her but y/n is doing fine. I mean sure she’s been asking about her soulmate and lying to her is slowly killing me, but I’m glad you and Blaise are having fun in your bachelor pad and that you have successfully cleared your amnesiac soulmate out of your head.
Looking forward to hearing your pathetic excuses,
Ginny Weasley.
It was way too fucking early for this.
-
Things were strange.
You had gotten most of your memories back but everything was very different than what you remembered, everyone was different after the war.
The Weasleys, oh the poor Weasleys, they were like your family but the life has been sucked out of them without Fred. They had all tried to hide it from you, they believed you were already going through enough and you didn’t need their problems too. Ginny especially, she hadn’t left your side since you woke up. You kind of felt bad for Harry because whenever he wanted to spend some one on one time with Ginny she always insisted you tagged along.
For example whatever the fuck this current situation was.
“I’m really sorry Harry.” You whispered to him. “I told her I’d be fine alone.”
At first it had sort of made sense how careful everyone had been around you, but at this point it was exhausting. You would walk into a room and it would just go silent. You lost your memory, not your basic communication skills.
“It’s fine, I understand Ginny can be quite persistent.”
“What about me.” Ginny said hooking her arms with the both of you.
“Just that I don’t think I should be going on your dates anymore, it’s kind-“
“Ginny.” Harry said interrupting you pointing towards a boy down the street. He was blonde and lanky, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
You had seen Ginny mad, in fact it was one of the first things to come back to you. Her calm fury was something that hadn’t remained constant since she was young and right now you saw it on her face as she stared daggers into the boy.
She scoffed. “I’ll be back.”
“This might take a while.” Harry said quietly, shaking his head. “Come on we can meet Ginny there.” You stole a glance across the street as Harry dragged you away. Ginny was yelling at the boy but he didn’t seem to care because he wasn’t looking at her he was looking at you. You felt your face heat up and you looked away from him following Harry. “Who was that, should I know him?”
Harry paused for a minute.
He had that face that people had whenever they were walking on eggshells around you.“He went to school with us but I don’t think you two were ever friends.” The way he didn’t look you in the eyes screamed to you that he was lying.Harry was always a horrible bloody liar.
-
It was really hard for Draco to process what Ginny was saying. Her anger had gone right to her face and Draco had been silently betting with himself as to how long it would take for her face to turn the same color as her hair. “Your face is really red.” Draco said, struggling to hold back his laughter. “Are you drunk.” Ginny said stoically.
Was he? It was likely, he honestly couldn't remember the morning or yesterday. The days were sort of blending together.
“Malfoy.” Ginny said. Usually when people used his name they were yelling at him or were angry at him. But Ginny said it with pity which somehow felt worse.
“I don’t get why you're doing this to yourself.” She said. “You’re miserable.” He deserved to be miserable.
“It’s for the best.”
“How’s that.”
Draco had no interest in divulging his feelings to weaslette of all people, but it seemed his judgement was slightly impaired by the alcohol he may or may not had been drinking. “I’m going to fucking Azakban Ginevra,I just dont see the point in telling her I’m her soulmate and possibly facing rejection just for me to be thrown in Azkaban for the rest of my life.” Draco huffed. “Even if she somehow forgave me, I doubt the dementors will be allowing conjugal visits.”
“There are no more dementors at Azkaban, Kingsley got rid of them.”
Now normally Draco was against hitting girls but he was considering it heavily. “Thank you Weasley. I feel way better, I’m sure Azkaban is a paradise now. Remind me to send Kingsley a thank you letter.”
“Draco.” Ginny said.
Gross, hearing Ginny say his first name with pity felt even worse.
“You’re not going to Azkaban, Harry agreed to speak at your trial.”
“Oh great he’ll testify to the one time I helped him, I’m sure it’ll cancel everything else out.” He said. “I’m not a good person Weasley, that’s why I know I’m going to Azkaban, because I deserve it.”
“Is that why you’re staying away from y/n?” Ginny said even angrier than before. “Is this some sort of self punishment.”
Draco stayed quiet.
“Merlin, Draco go to fucking therapy.” Ginny huffed. “You’re not the only one that’ll suffer because of your self pity. She needs her fucking soulmate back, as much as I hate you for everything you’ve put her through I can’t argue with the fucking universe and neither can you.”
“Exactly.”
“What?”
“I shouldn’t have fucking gotten involved with her in the first place, it’s only put her in danger.” He took a deep shaky breath. “And her losing her memory was the universe’s way of telling me to stay away.”
He had known for a long time that she was too good for him
It was dark and he was tired, turns out making potter stinks badges and teaching all of Slytherin clever chants was demanding. Draco wasn't really paying attention to his surroundings as he walked back to his dorm until of course he heard quiet sobs. He was a firm believer that crying in public was pathetic, especially in a hallway where anyone could stumble across you. And he might’ve told them that had it not been you. He had been thinking about you, not that he would ever tell anyone that ever. But how could he not, you were his soulmate and that had to mean something.
He barely had time to think as his feet moved on their own bringing him in front of you.
“Why are you crying.”
Merlin, could he have been any less compassionate.
“Why do you care Malfoy.” You said.
He hated the way you looked pretty even if your eyes were all puffy and your face was all red.
“I don’t.”
He did. He even started to walk away for dramatic effect of course.
“I’m scared.” It felt weird to hear sincere words from you that weren't you yelling at him, and he hated the fact that he didn't hate it. “Harry has his first task tomorrow he could get hurt or worse.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that. Don’t tell him I told you this but he has to be some sort of invincible to defeat Voldemort at the age of 1. Don't you think?”He could hardly believe the words he was saying.
“I suppose you’re right.” You finished off.
Draco sat tensely, he wasn't exactly sure what to do. He couldn't hug you could he? No that would be seriously overstepping. You would probably punch him in the face, again. After all you had been the one who wanted to forget about the whole soulmate thing and of course you were a halfblood and a gryffindor on top of that. It would never work.
For once he hated being right.
-
You were actively weighing how likely it was for Ginny to kill you if you woke her up.
Very, is what you eventually came up with. Maybe you could play the amnesia card.
“What do you want y/n.” Ginny grogged from under her. “I’ve been listening to you shifting around for the last hour.”
You had been staying at the Weasley’s and you had absolutely refused to take Fred’s bed so that had resulted in a cramped hammock floating in Ginny’s room.
You turned around to face her with a sorry look on your face.
“Did I know that boy, the one you were yelling at.” You said. “I just feel like I knew him.”
Ginny was quiet the same way Harry was. “No.” She said turning away from you. “No you didn’t.”
“Ginny-”
“Y/n please don’t.” Ginny said, cutting you off. “It’s not for me to tell, if it was believe me you’d already know.”
“I want to go.”
“Go where.”
“To Hogwarts.”
It was embarrassing. Everyone had gone already; they had been able to at least attempt to cope with the trauma they had endured. And you who couldn't even remember the bloody war couldn't work up the nerves to go.
Ginny stared at you for a bit before muttering. “Hermione and Ron are going soon, they’ll likely let you join them.” You were about to make an argument about going on your own before Ginny turned back around nonverbally telling you that the conversation was over.
You still couldn’t sleep and not from lack of trying. Your mind was whirring, ever since you had seen Ginny yell at the boy your lack of memory seemed to be feeling different. And your fear was beginning to settle in, your doctor said that some memories may never come back and that thought made you sick to your stomach. You didn’t feel all that different, Ginny said you were the same whenever you asked. But she could be lying (since she seemed to be in the habit of doing so these days) and you would never know because you had amnesia.
-
Draco was regretting not taking his plea deal. He would much rather be sleeping in Azkaban than waking up on Blaise’s concerningly uncomfortable couch to an angry looking ginger towering over him. No one seemed to value his rest and it was getting ridiculous. He pressed his eyes closed and pull his blanket further over his face in hopes that maybe Ginevra would disappear. Sadly that was not the case and Ginny ripped the blanket off of him leaving Draco quite cold.
Ginny stared down at him as she stood impatiently at the foot of the couch.
“Blaise someone broke into your flat.”
“I noticed mate.” Blaise said who looked just as exhausted hunched over his coffee.
“We need to talk.”
“We talked remember, or were you drunk too?”
Ginny did not look amused and Draco almost felt bad for being so difficult but then he remembered he didn't care.
“Y/n’s going to Hogwarts with Ron and Hermione. She’s likely going to get her memories back.” Ginny said. “Thought you should know.”
Draco sat up. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Ginny said taking a deep breath. “You need to be there.”
“How so?”
“She’s going to remember all the shitty things you’ve done to her and are yet to apologize for and you’re going to lose your soulmate for good.”
“I don't see how me being there will change that.”
Ginny didn't answer him rather she walked towards his chimney. “You know what, screw you. I truly do not care if you go, I just thought you should have the choice that's all.”
Ginny didn't look at Draco, rather giving Blaise a short nod before using the floo to go back to the Burrow.
Draco let himself fall back down to the couch as he listened to Blaises loudly chow down his cereal.
“So are you going to go?” Blaise said his mouth still full.
He felt bad for Blaise’s mum all that money on etiquette lessons for what?
“No.” Draco said, burying his head in his pillow.
“You’re a tosser.”
“I can live with that.”
He could and he has. If he had a sickle for everytime he was called some variation of ‘tosser’ he certainly would not be sleeping on Blaise’s couch.
“I’m calling Pansy.” Blaise didn’t scare him, not in the slightest. But Pansy was another story, Pansy scared everyone, especially the people that loved her which sadly included Draco. “I will kill you.”
“You’re just saying that cause you know she’ll knock some sense into you.”
“I have a lot of sense.” Draco groaned. “In fact I have too much sense.”
Blaise ignored Draco’s exaggerated groans as he called Pansy.The call was short or maybe it was long, all Draco knew was that Pansy was standing over him with that look on her face.
“I’m not going, and you’re not changing my mind Pansy.”
“Blaise leave.” Pansy ordered.
Blaise looked insulted. “This is my house.”
“You call this a house?”
Blaise huffed mumbling under his breath curses at Pansy.
“That was rude.”
“So you're going to lecture me on rudeness now, that's rich coming from you.”
“I dont care.”
“You look and smell like shit, I can tell you ‘don’t care’.” Pansy said.
Never in her life had Pansy been one to sugar coat things and apparently she had no intention of starting to do so. Draco was going to argue it was the couch but he realized he couldn't remember the last time he showered so he kept his mouth shut. Draco a year ago would’ve drowned himself in the black lake had he known he’d come to be like this.
“Fuck off.”
“I’m pulling the card.”
“Pansy no that’s not fair.” Draco said sitting up.
“Fair?”
Poor choice of words.
“Draco, do I have to remind you my soulmate is dead, I stopped feeling tugs and being able to talk to my soulmate when i was 13. Your soulmate is alive by some fucking miracle, and frankly you’re being a selfish prick.”
“Oh.” He always hated when Pansy talked about it. Not because he didn't care but according to Pansy because he cared too much and the last time he had shown any sign of pity towards Pansy it had not gone well for him.
“What lies do you have Ginevra feeding her, does she think she has no soulmate, does she think her soulmate is dead?”
“She doesn’t think she has a soulmate.” Draco said in a low voice, he wasn't proud of what he was doing but he also knew he had no choice. “She was in her coma during the tug. I figured by the time the next one rolls around I have something figured out.”
“And what about you.” She asked. “She may not remember you but you’ll remember her, you'll never forget that you have a soulmate out there that you refuse to see.”
“I won't let myself ruin her.”
“She’s a grown woman, I find it demeaning that you don't see her capable of making her own damn choices.”
“What?”
“You think she'll hate you, you think she’ll be ruined, you think she’s better off. What about what she thinks? You think she'd be okay with you slowly killing yourself?”
“You're a bitch Pansy.”
“So I’ve been told.” She looked towards the clock.
“Come on lets get you something to eat.”
She reached her hand out for Draco to grab.
“I can walk to the kitchen without holding your hand thank you very much.”
Pansy rolled her eyes and grabbed onto Draco’s arm.
“What are you-”
Draco’s sentence was cut off by Pansy apparating them both out of the loft.
-
Draco had gone to his fair share of therapy, did it ever work? no, Draco would rather die before talking about his feelings with a stranger but he had been taught his fair share of anger exercises . And Merlin did they come in handy, truly it was the only thing keeping him from throttling Pansy as she stood there with a smug face looking at the rubble that once was Hogwarts.
“Pansy.” Draco said slowly.
“Shut up, look she’s right there.”
“I’m not ready Pansy.” Draco said wiping his palms on his pants out of stress. “I wanted to bring her flowers.”
“flowers?”
“Forget me nots.” He said with a sardonic dry chuckle. “It was our unofficial flower, ironic isn’t it.”
“The fact that you have an unofficial flower makes me want to throw up.”
“I need flowers.” He said. Pansy groaned before searching the grass. She picked up a dandelion swirling her wand transfiguring it into a bouquet of forget me nots.
“Here, go.” He was about to give another excuse but Pansy apperated away. The one time he needed her she leaves.
He wasn’t exactly sure how he was supposed to approach her without seeming like a stalker.
His thoughts were disrupted by Hermione and Ron walking up to him. He wanted to turn around so bad but he had no doubt that if he did so Hermione and Ron wouldn’t hesitate to curse him.
“Granger, Weasley.” He said sticking his hands as deep as his pockets would allow him.
“I didn’t think you were going to come.” Hermione said.
Draco shrugged.
“Just go talk to her.” Ron said.
“Thats why Im here.”
Ron mumbled something under his breath but Draco didn’t feel like fighting Weasley.
Draco had never felt such anxiety because of another person. He had always been confident and walked around like he owned the world, but now he felt scared.He watched you as you traced your hands across the bricks of Hogwarts, his steps faltering as he came closer to you.
“Hi Y/n.” He called out.
You turned to look at him. Draco’s heart felt heavy at the way you looked at him, not any recognition in your eyes. You had once looked at him with such love, then such hate but now you looked at him with nothing. because right now that’s what he was to you, and it broke his heart.
“You.” You said stepping closer. “You were the one talking to Ginny.”
“I wouldn’t really call it talking, she yelled I stood there.”
“Ginny does that a lot.” You shrugged.
“Yeah.” He said.
You spotted the flowers in his hands.
“I’m sorry, who did you lose?”
His hands tightened on the flowers.
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” You said. “I lost my friend Fred, and my memory. But I don't feel like I lost it since I can't remember ever having it. But I miss Fred.”
He studied every centimeter of your face noting the subtle changes he didn’t notice the last time he saw you as you rambled on about Fred anxiously.
“You.” He said voice wavering. “I lost you.”
You stayed quiet for a second.
“I’m sorry I-“
“don’t know who I am?” He said with a dry laugh. “I was sort of expecting that.”
You didn’t say anything studying his face for anything that sparked a memory in you.
He dug through his jacket pocket pulling out a photo.
His hands were sweating and he tried his best not to touch your hand. Partially because he didn’t want you to feel his sweaty hands and because he feared he would break down at the realization that you were finally here in front of him.
“I’m Draco and you’re my soulmate.” He said
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AN THIS IS NOT THE LAST PART THE LAST PART WILL BE THE NEXT PART
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Obsession
Ginny x Reader
"He's so gorgeous, isn't he?" Ginny sighs while staring at the Golden Boy.
You force a smile onto your face.
"Sure, if you're into the martyr types."
She laughs and hits your shoulder playfully. You watch as the sun peaks through the trees, causing Ginny's hair to shine. Her hair frames her face and her sparkling blue eyes twinkle with mischief.
Merlin, you had it bad. You are in love with the youngest Weasley and have been for a while.
But it takes strong willpower to be with her. When with her, she is constantly watching or talking about Harry. Instead of a normal crush, it had blown up to a full obsession.
You do strange things for love... right?
***********
"His glasses are crooked. Look Y/N. His glasses are-"
"Ginny, I have to go."
She looks at you puzzled.
"Go where?"
"I need to go talk to F/N for a moment."
She looks a little disappointed.
"Alright."
You rush away from her. You feel bad. You hadn't lied. You do need to go talk to F/N. But you also couldn't handle Ginny's obsessive rant right now.
You find F/N in your dorms.
"Hey Y/N. What's up?"
"I can't handle it anymore F/N. I want to be with Ginny. I want to be with her and laugh, and just hang out. I know she probably doesn't like me like I do her, but it's killing me seeing her want Harry. That's all she talks about. About how gorgeous he is, how talented he is, how his glasses are crooked. Harry, Harry, Harry. Ugh! I try so hard to be the best for her and all she sees is him!"
You sigh and sit on the bed in defeat.
F/N comes and sits next to you.
"Don't be the best. Be you. If she doesn't see you, that's her loss. Don't be the best, just care the most. Are you showing your love if you make her choose, which would cause her pain? Just care the most Y/N."
*************
F/N's advice encouraged you. From that point on, you stayed with her. When she started the obsessive rants, you changed the subject. You were there for her.
You were there for her when Harry first asked her out. You were there for her when she raved about how magical their first kiss was. You were there for her when Harry broke up with her for Draco.
You were there for her and you loved her through it.
************
You're walking through the Courtyard when you notice Ginny sitting alone on a bench. You walk over and sit next to her.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
She looks at you puzzled.
"What's a penny?"
"Never mind. It's a Muggle thing."
She shrugs.
"What were you thinking about? You looked pained. I've never seen you think so hard and we've been friends for years."
She smiles.
"I was just thinking about someone. This someone I've known for a while, but I didn't realize I was in love with them until now. I see it clearly."
Your heart sinks.
"Oh. Is it Neville?" You ask jokingly.
"No."
"Ooo, is it Dean?"
"No."
"Please tell me it isn't Seamus. He looks better with his eyebrows, but c'mon."
She laughs.
"No."
"Then who in Merlin's beard is it?"
She whispers something that you don't catch.
"What?"
"You."
You blink multiple times in surprise.
"Me?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
She sighs.
"You're going to scream and run away, aren't you?"
"No."
She looks at you.
"Why not?"
"Because I love you."
"Really?"
"I have for while now."
On the outside you were acting cool, but on the inside you were screaming.
"So are we dating now?"
"Uhm, if you want to."
"I do."
"You didn't ask me out properly."
She rolls her eyes and gets down on one knee in front of you.
"Y/N M/N L/N, please be my partner!" She calls loudly.
"I shall do so with pride Ginevra Weasley."
She grins as she stands up and hugs you.
"I made the mistake of forgetting that you grew up with George and Fred."
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little miss perfect
pairings: ginny weasley x reader
warnings: fire whiskey, slight implications of homophobia? mentions of food, badly written bc i’m half asleep (tell me if i missed anything)
word count: 3651
note: enjoy, ig 😀 happy 300th, sof <3 going to sleep now bc it’s 2 am ! little miss perfect // taylor louderman
y/n l/n. top of the class. y/h prefect. straight girl. simple goody-two-shoes.
nearly everyone knows who you are. professors usually make you the perfect example of a perfect student-- much to the students’ displeasure. you’re like the hermione granger of your year.
you swung your book bag around your shoulder as professor mcgonagall dismissed your last class of the week. you walked out of the classroom, through the hallways with your chin up, you made sure to walk in one way, careful not to bump into anyone.
people greeted you as they walked past you, and you smiled in return. you were about to turn left towards a hallway when you heard a familiar laugh. you stopped in your tracks, turning your head to the source of the sound.
ginny weasley. in all her stunning glory.
your breath hitched in your throat as the both of you locked eyes, heart fluttering at her gaze. she waved at you, making you snap out of your trance.
she bid her goodbyes to luna and neville and made her way towards you while you took the time to remind yourself that you weren’t supposed to be flustered around your best friend. you weren’t supposed to be flustered around girls.
“hey, you,” ginny greeted, linking her arm with yours, “where we off to?”
“we are off to the library and finish our assignments,” you said, blowing the loose strand of hair off your face.
ginny made a face of repulsion, “boring, let’s have a girls’ night instead. ‘s just you and me, and chocolate frogs, maybe even steal fred’s fire whiskey stash.”
butterflies erupted in your stomach when she said that it would only be the both of you, but you knew that if you spent any more time with ginny, especially with the unknown emotion that you were feeling, would damage the reputation you had right now.
you shouldn’t even care about that, you knew, but you were everything your parents have ever wanted.
straight o’s, straight hair-- which you always had to flatten, straight forward, straight girl. it was almost like a mantra that you always had to remind yourself of.
you worked so hard for where you were now, a debt for their hard work and love. you always had to remind yourself to get it together, even if it means disregarding your feelings. which also just outshines the fact that you knew nothing about romantic love.
“i can’t today, gin, ‘m sorry,” you apologized, removing her arm from yours, “but i’ll see you around, yeah?”
you gave her a small apologetic smile as you made your way towards your common room.
ginny sighed, watching your retreating figure until you were nothing but a small dot, “yeah,”
you were currently perked up in your own room, courtesy of being a prefect. aggregations of books and papers scattered around you as you were studying for an upcoming exam-- which was still a week away.
the only problem was, you couldn’t concentrate. your mind is always bringing you back to ginevra molly weasley. her smile, her laugh, her wit, just… her.
you sighed, slightly shaking your head to release some tension. you were about to go back to studying when someone knocked on your door.
and as if she knew that you were just thinking about her, ginny grinned widely as you opened the door. you didn’t even get to utter a word when she pushed past you and flopped on your swamped bed, dropping the bag she brought with her.
you huffed, closing the door and leaning against it, “what d’you think you’re doing?”
she just smiled at you innocently as she gathered your things and placed them neatly on your bedside table, “serving my purpose as your prodigious best friend,”
“and how exactly are you being prodigious right now?” you asked, sitting at the edge of your bed.
“by throwing a very much needed girls’ night,” she said, grabbing the chocolate frogs, and unsurprisingly, a bottle of firewhiskey from her bag.
you sighed, and she stopped her movements. ginny pursed her lips, “c’mon, y/n, we haven’t had time for each other anymore. is your charms exam really more important than me?”
your expression softened, “fine, but we are going to study at the library tomorrow morning, hangover and all,”
she whooped in glee, making you laugh, “now that everything’s settled, let’s see how many shots little miss perfect can take,”
you scoffed in amusement, “you’re on, weasley, hand me that shot glass,”
maybe it was the way your fairy lights hanging around your room shining against her face, or maybe it was because this was the most fun you’ve had in a while, or maybe it was because of the one too many shots you’ve taken, you didn’t know, but something about ginny right now is luring you towards her. it’s exclusively platonic though, yup. totally platonic.
you were definitely just drunk.
ginny suddenly stood up, slightly stumbling towards the vinyl player you own. she browsed through your pieces of vinyl ‘til she ended up with one and posing it down to play.
a few scratches through the record later, paul mccartney’s track played. the upbeat yet soothing music surrounding your room.
ginny smirked at you, making you blush furiously. you laughed it off as she swayed her way towards you, lifting you up by your arms.
dancing through the room, the both of you waltzed and twirled around. laughs and giggles heard from inside the room, open for anyone who passes by the hallway to hear.
hours of dancing and fun sped by like seconds, the record was still playing on repeat via magic.
you and ginny were now sitting on your bed, backs against your headboard. surprisingly, the firewhiskey was yet to be finished.
ginny didn’t even bother to use a glass anymore, opting to drink through the bottle instead. you bit your lip, watching as the drops of the drink leaked through the bottle and down her chin.
“i just thought of something funny,” she slurred, “if i wear an orange shirt, orange pants, orange socks, and orange shoes, i’d look like a talking… carrot!”
you laughed, wheezed even. if you were sober right now, which you definitely weren’t, you would just roll your eyes and come up with a better joke, but right now, you were laughing so much that you were already coughing, ginny was laughing her arse off, clutching her stomach as she patted your back.
calming down, ginny pushed you slightly, grabbing the pillows from behind you, and moved it in the middle. with a satisfied pat, she sat on it and motioned you to move.
you situated yourself in between her legs and leaned against her, ignoring the loud thumping of your heart.
ginny’s hand found your hair tie and removed it from its messy bun. she slowly massaged your scalps, making you sigh in content.
she whispered a small accio charm for your hair brush.
as she brushed through your tousled hair, and slowly, but surely, your eyes started to droop. the alcohol mixed with ginny’s comfort making you pass out.
ginny was busy braiding your hair when she heard your soft snores, she smiled. this was the first time you ever passed out from drinking. you have always claimed that you needed to be responsible, therefore only drinking a few shots before choosing to drink water instead.
she pushed away the stubborn strands of your hair, admiring your serene and heavenly state. ginny didn’t want to disturb you, given that this was one of those days where you weren’t fussing and stressing over something, but her arms were starting to get numb from being under your weight.
“y/n?” she whispered, rubbing your arms slightly.
you just hummed in response, turning slightly to absentmindedly cuddle into her more. ginny’s heart stopped for a moment.
“y/n, wake up,” she tapped your cheeks.
you slowly start to open your eyes, yawning a bit, “oh, hey, gin,”
ginny just sent you a small smile as you turned to face her, “look, i braided your hair,”
your eyebrows shot up whilst you patted your hair, and evidently, it was braided, “didn’t know you could braid hair,” you teased.
“shut up,” she whispered, slowly leaning in as did you.
you didn’t even think about it. all you knew is that this was right. everything about ginny feels right.
when you were an inch away from your lips touching, you stared at her lips before moving your gaze to her eyes.
ginny cupped the side of your face before tilting her head to capture your lips with hers. you climbed on top of her thighs as she pulled you closer by your waist.
you could taste the mix of the firewhiskey and the sweetness of the eaten chocolates you had. she bit on your bottom lip, making you groan into the kiss.
ginny pulled away slowly, the both of you breathing heavily.
marveling at her pink cheeks and swollen lips, you let out a small whimper, pulling her into another heated kiss.
your hands found their way into her hair, tangling themselves with her red locks, whilst ginny’s arm circled around your hips.
the next morning, you woke up with a start. if it wasn’t for your unmistakable headache, you would’ve immediately noticed the arm wrapped around your waist.
“g’morning,” ginny yawned, making you snap your head towards her. bad move, you thought, because now your head was spinning.
you promptly peaked underneath your blankets and sighed in relief when you saw that the both of you were still fully clothed.
“what’s wrong?” she asked, sitting upright as she stared at you in concern.
you gulped, closing your eyes, as you tried to remember the events from last night.
firewhiskey.
chocolate frogs.
dancing.
laughing.
passing out.
braided hair.
kissing.
sleeping.
wait a minute, kissing? you gasped, making ginny approach you slowly.
oh no, no, no.
“gin, did- i’m sorry about last night. i- i didn’t know what i was thinking,” you sniffled. you cannot risk it, y/n. you can’t. even if it means hurting yourself and ginny. you can’t afford to have something to distract you, you don’t even know anything about love! it’s still a losing situation in the end.
“hey, hey, it’s okay,” she cooed, pulling you into a hug.
“no, ginny, you don’t understand,” you whimpered, mentally preparing yourself to lose your best friend, preparing yourself to let her take your heart with her.
“then explain, y/n,” ginny said, cupping your face with both of her hands. she knew what was coming, she just didn’t want to accept it. she needs you to tell her word for word.
you nibbled your bottom lip, the same lips that she attacked with love and affection, “i’m sorry, what- what happened last night was just a spur at the moment, i- i don’t--”
ginny cut you off, “you’re telling me that what happened between the two of us last night meant nothing to you?” she whispered, her heart breaking slowly.
“i-” you stopped, dropping your gaze to your finger as you played with them. just deny the truth, y/n, it’s easier.
“answer me, y/n,” ginny pressed, her jaw clenched as tears pooled in her eyes.
“i was confused, and drunk, and i wasn’t thinking straight,” you choked back the same upcoming tears.
ginny couldn’t even accept what she was hearing because she knew you. you were her best friend. she knew that you wouldn’t just kiss her for nothing. she knew that you wouldn’t let anything happen between the both of you if you didn’t like something.
“i don’t believe you, y/n, i don’t,” she said, trying to catch your gaze.
“believe me when i say there’s nothing there, ginny,” you said, your voice firm, determined to let your false point get across.
ginny stood up, grabbing her bag and leaving you alone in your dorm.
“it’s never worth it anyway, when you’re little miss perfect,” you whispered, letting your tears fall as you hugged the pillow she used. her strawberry and vanilla scent prominent, making you sob more.
you silently thanked merlin that today was saturday, meaning you have two days to wallow yourself in well-deserved self-pity. and a pint of ice cream.
you let out a shaky breath, clutching your sleeping robes together as you wore your fluffy bunny slippers and went out of your dorm.
you could honestly care less about how you look, you just needed to go to the kitchens, grab a pint of ice cream, get back to your dorm, and cry some more.
sounds like an amazing plan.
ginny, on the other hand, chose not to wallow herself in pity as you did. instead, she hastily grabbed her quidditch gear and broom, and flew to the pitch, letting out all of her dejection and heartache into the quaffle.
you sighed, fixing your y/h tie in front of the mirror.
as you slowly let your arms down by your sides, you stared at yourself. dark bags under your eyes from sleepless nights and chapped lips from anxious biting was the look you were currently flaunting.
it’s been nearly a week of avoiding ginny.
but you were tired. so tired of pretending that you were okay. so tired of pretending that you were alright with being little miss perfect. so tired of being little miss perfect.
so you devised a new plan, which you could assure didn’t include kleenex and ice cream. well, unless it doesn’t go as you thought. you might as well live in the kitchens instead and let the poor house-elves listen to your silly problems.
you went back into the bathroom and washed your face, putting on some concealer to cover your dark bags and chapstick to moisturize your lips.
after that, you stared at yourself for a few more minutes before giving yourself a small smile.
everything’s going to be alright.
everything is not going to be alright. and that was fine. it’s fine. it is!
because as soon as you entered the great hall, eyes scanning for a particular ginger, your shoulders slouched as you saw her laughing with harry potter.
you should’ve seen this coming, really. did you honestly believe that after practically disregarding her feelings, she would run back into your arms with that slow-mo effect in the muggle movies? c’mon, y/n, she’s ginny, it would take a whole lot more than what you had planned. not because she’s stubborn, but because she deserves it and more.
so you just headed towards the end of the y/h table, clutching the two letters you had in your hand.
your parents were currently in the study room of your house, sounds of scratching quills, papers being flipped, and classical music were the only things surrounding the both of them. that was until the soft tapping on their window disrupted their peace.
your mother leaped from her chair, grabbing the folded parchment and giving the owl the neglected crackers she once snacked on.
she made her way towards her husband and read the letter from their daughter together.
dear mum and dad,
how are you? i’ve missed the both of you so much. i’m so pleased to say that holidays are coming up in a few months, meaning i’ll be seeing you again!
but i do have something to tell you, and i believe that it couldn’t wait any longer.
mum, dad, the both of you have been the greatest parents a child could ever ask for. to be honest, i’ve branded you that title the moment you’ve adopted me. you’ve spoiled me rotten ever since, but you never failed to raise me well. i’m the person i am right now because of you.
so i’ve worked myself off in school, determined to make the both of you proud. every straight o’s, every perfect essay, every perfect assignment-- all dedicated to the both of you. you were both my inspirations since day one, but i also want to tell you that another person has been added to the list.
ginny weasley. i know that you know her. she’s been my best friend since first year. we’re practically attached by the hip, you even said, but i’ve been feeling something more when it comes to her. i love her, mum, dad.
i like girls just as much as i like boys, and i’m so exhausted from pretending that i’m someone i’m not.
i hope this doesn’t affect or even change anything between all of us. i hope that you can accept that this is who i am. even if you don’t, please know that whatever you might say about the two of us still wouldn’t change how i feel about her.
i love the both of you so much,
y/n
your mother gasped, feeling the tears pool in her eyes. but they weren’t tears of disbelief or sadness. she was happy, your father is, too. happy that you’ve decided to open up to them and be honest about who you really are.
they’ve raised you well, indeed, because they would never want you to play the role of someone you never wanted to be. they want you to be who you want to be. they want you to be happy.
so whatever, or whoever makes you feel in a state of bliss and happiness, they’ll accept it. they’ll accept you, and that’s all you’ve ever wanted.
“miss weasley?” a mousy first year squeaked.
ginny stopped her conversation with harry, turning around her place on the couch to look at him, “yeah?”
“uhm, someone told me to give this t’you,” he said, blushing as the chosen one smiled at him.
“who’s it from?” harry asked as ginny grabbed the folded parchment from his hands.
the first year, if possible, turned even redder than before and said, “she told me not to tell you,” before running away.
ginny furrowed her eyebrows, fingers caressing the flower stamp-sealed envelope.
“y/n,” she whispered, before gingerly opening the parchment open.
hey gin,
i know that you probably don’t want to hear from me, but please, just finish reading this letter and then we can go our own ways if that’s what you wish.
ginny, i know that what i did was wrong in all ways possible, so i’m terribly sorry.
hurting you is the last thing i ever wanted to do, but i was remarkably selfish. i was terribly driven by my own pride to ever admit that i fancied you-- and i still do.
i always thought about my studies, my reputation as ‘little miss perfect’, i always thought about what other people would think about me, about you, that i never considered my own feelings. i never considered yours.
but i’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, and i thought, who cares about what they would think. who cares about my reputation? i have you and that’s all i ever need.
i have you by my side, through all my ups and downs, through every laugh and cry, and that’s all i ever need.
love is such a beautiful thing, they said, but to be honest, i haven’t the slightest idea about it, but if it means exploring the beauty and pain of it with you, then i would gladly fail my charms exam for you.
what do you say, gin?
i’ll be waiting by the kitchens for you if you ever decide to give me a chance.
all my love,
y/n <3
harry could practically see the gears shifting in ginny’s head. from what harry have heard with ginny’s ramblings, he knew that she fancied you, too, so he did what every great friend would have done, even if it means breaking his own heart, “go get her, gin,”
ginny turned towards harry, “thank you, harry, for everything,”
with one last hug, ginny pulled away and ran towards the kitchens, your letter in hand.
harry smiled as he watched her retreating figure, “anytime, ginny,”
you were sitting against the wall of the kitchens, picking on your chipped nail polish as you waited for ginny, or at least hoping that she'd come.
when your watch ticked 5:20 pm, which marked the fifteen minute time you set, you sighed.
standing up, you dusted the dirt off your school uniform and made your way back to your prefect dorm.
“y/n!” ginny yelled, grabbing your attention as she saw you walk away.
you turned around, “gin?” you whispered, a small smile gracing your lips.
she slowed down to a stop when the both of you were three meters apart at most. both thinking of the appropriate things to say.
“hey,” you murmured.
she rolled her eyes, striding towards you. when you were at least inches apart, she cupped your face and muttered a small ‘hey’ back before brushing her lips against yours.
you sighed contentedly into the kiss, pulling her closer to you. she pecked your lips a few more times before pulling away to gaze into your eyes.
“you’ll really fail your charms exam for me?” ginny teased, brushing the strands of hair away from your face.
“that was supposed to be an exaggeration to validate my point, and you know that i’m fully prepared for it, which just proves that it’s vastly impossible for me to fail it,” you rambled, “but i’ll still love you, gin. always.”
ginny laughed, making you swoon a bit, finally letting yourself feel. and oh sweet baby merlin, how you loved the feeling.
“well, it was nice to know that you’d at least figuratively fail something for me,” she chuckled, before kissing your nose.
she intertwined her fingers with yours as she dragged you towards the painting.
tickling the pear, she said, “and i love you, too, y/n. forever.”
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Hell, Most Likely
Ginny Weasley x reader
Summary: Ginny catches you sneaking out.
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A/N: A short little thing that I love. Honestly the HP girls are my weakness.
GIF isn’t mine
It wasn't uncommon for you to get into trouble at school. Actually, you had quite a knack for it. Though not necessarily a good thing, it was entertaining from time to time. So it also wasn't uncommon for you to sneak around at night or for you to be caught red-handed helping out the Weasley twins. Sometimes you were even used as a diversion for the prefects while the two redheads executed the plan. But never once were you caught when you weren't supposed to be. However, on this fateful night, there was one variable that you hadn't thought of and that variable was a Miss Ginevra Weasley.
Being so talented in the art of sneaking out of the dorms, you knew what time everyone began to head up to bed and every night, without fail, the common room was empty by one thirty latest. All parties had moved to dorm rooms or somewhere else in the castle by that point and you were always careful to check the common room before heading out. See, you went up to your dorm by eleven every night and then came down after those three hours, since you wanted to leave another half hour to be sure. Usually if there was still a kid or two, you'd sneak back up. But not tonight, a shoe happening to trip you up and bring the attention of a certain redhead, who you may or not be crushing on, over to you. Knowing that she knows you're there, you just sigh and take those few steps into the light so her face becomes less confused and more, well no its still a little confused.
"Did you just fall over?" You shrugged, face scrunching up as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. It wasn't like you'd never spoken to her before, you were good friends with her brothers and Ron was your partner in Potions from time to time so your paths had crossed. But you had just fallen up the stairs in front of her so. "You know, it would look that way," She snorted, pulling her blanket up as she looked back to the fire and at the lack of another response, you assumed the conversation was over. Taking another couple of steps to the portrait to leave, you stopped when you heard her ask, "Where are you going?" Turning on your heel to face her, your hand flew to the back of your neck, scratching as you tried to avoid eye contact, "Hell, most likely," Another laugh was pulled from her at that and you grinned at the sound. You knew you shouldn't just stand around like this, staring at her whilst she laughed but how were you supposed to turn away. Butterflies swarmed your stomach as you thought about how she'd laugh at your joke, not something that happened often.
She noticed the staring, grinning sheepishly as you did so too and when she patted the seat next to her, you weren't sure what to do. As awkwardly as humanly possibly, though not intentionally, you walked over and fell onto the space next to her on the sofa. She was staring at the fire as you looked round, trying to will yourself to say anything. You noticed how her arms were wrapped tightly round her knees as she brought them to her chest and smiled at the plaited ponytail that had become looser since Quidditch practice earlier. It was silent except for the fire and you felt extremely awkward so you just blurted out the first question that came to mind, "Have you ever seen the muggle movie Robin Hood?" She glanced over to you, smile confused as she took in your pained expression.
"Um, no? Should I have?" You looked up, shocked she answered at all. It took a few seconds for her words to process before you began to stutter out a response, "No- no, I was just- It's a good- I just thought that you'd like it is all. I thought you'd- it was my favourite movie growing up, is my favourite movie. It was just a suggestion," the heat in your cheeks wasn't dying down anytime and Ginny was grinning to herself at how flustered you'd become. She'd never seen you break like this for anyone. She was kind of enjoying it.
"What's it about?" Ginny laughed at how you seemed to just stop working every time she spoke, hands fiddling with the blanket whilst you stammered to form a sentence, "Um, there's an outlaw called Robin Hood and he steals from the rich to, er, give to the poor and then he falls for this girl called Maid Marian and the king refuses to let them be together given that Robin's a criminal and all. Anyways, basically there's some bad guys and some problems but Robin ends out on top obviously, 'cause the good guys never lose," she nodded along to the explanation, watching your scrunched up expression before your face lit up and you exclaimed, "Oh, and they're also all animals!"
"Animals?"
"What? It's an animation! Don't judge the cartoon," you mockingly pointed a finger in her direction and she burst out laughing, hearing you join in within seconds. After the laughter had died down, she grinned to you, "Well, it sounds like a good, um, what do the muggles call it?" You were still smiling brightly to yourself as you fiddled with your fingers, switching your focus from them to her, "It's a film. Or movie. I'm not sure what the difference is," she nodded, seemingly holding back giggles at your half shrug and instead carried on, "Right, movie. Maybe you could show me it sometime," Once again, your focus had been on your fingers but your head shot up as you stared wide eyed at the girl, "What?" Once you realised she was serious, you tried your hardest to play it off, "I mean, ye-yeah, I could do that,"
The two of you sat in silence for a couple more minutes, both grinning from the conversation before Ginny's laughs caught your attention again, "Aren't you supposed to be going to 'Hell'?" Your eyes widened again and you shot up, cursing yourself as you rushed towards the portrait to help the twins out like planned. But you stopped halfway there, stumbling back as you grinned to the youngest Weasley and leaned against the back of the sofa. "Okay so, there's a possibility that I've read this entire situation wrong and I'm in a hurry so I won't have until later to actually think about what you say now but would you want to go on a date sometime?" Her grin grew impossibly bigger as she slowly nodded, trying to seem casual about the whole thing. "Yeah, yeah that'd be cool,"
"Great! Talk to you when it fully hits me," with a wave, you dashed out the room and left a chuckling Ginny behind.
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The Gilded Poppy Meets Marinette
First of all, I hit 1000 followers last night! Thank you all so much, this is so cool. If there is anything special y’all want me to do for 1000 followers, let me know.
This is an idea that I saw and talked about with @anastasian-dreamer and @musicfeedsmysoul12 and I loved it so much. I just had to write it out! I will write another one where the Poppy helps to defeat Hawkmoth. Find it here. I hope you all like it!
Nikolai and Remy had met the Dupain-Chengs not long after they met each other. They were only 15 and had not yet mastered being thieves. They needed food and they decided to try stealing from a popular local bakery. The plan was for Remy to talk to the bakers and distract them, while Nikolai grabbed some bread. The plan, however didn’t work at all. Sabine caught Nikolai the instant he touched the bread. But instead of getting mad and calling the police, Sabine gave them the bread with a smile. Sabine could tell they were living on the streets when they came in and since the bakery was doing well, Sabine didn’t see the harm in giving the boys free food. The boys thanked them and left the bakery with their stomachs full.
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That wasn’t the last time they went to Tom and Sabine’s bakery. They often went there and the couple always gave them free food. They grew close with the family and one day met their daughter Marinette. The boys were in the bakery, talking to the couple as they ate when a young girl, who couldn’t have been older than six, came into the room. The little girl looked at the teen boys and with a big smile on her face, asked her mother, “Mama, are they the ones you give all the bread to? Can they come play with me?” Sabine looked at the little girl with a kind smile, “If they want to Marinette.” That is how Remy and Nikolai found themselves being led into the most pink bedroom they had ever seen, with a plate full of fresh cookies and one very excited six year old. As they played with Marinette, the two boys agreed to make sure no harm ever came to this little girl and her parents, and to make sure to pay them back for their kindness.
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Years went by, and the Gilded Poppy was now a well known group of thieves made up of six people. Despite being busy with their heists, Remy and Nikolai always made a point to visit their favorite bakery every time they were in Paris. The rest of the Gilded Poppy often came with them and had also grown to care for the Dupain-Cheng family. Remy and Nikolai acted as older brothers for Marinette and the rest of the Poppy were like the crazy aunts and uncles of their weird family. Jett, Remy, and Zoe often got up to crazy schemes (nothing illegal, but always funny) with Marinette, the four of them constantly laughing. Vivienne would talk to Marinette for hours about fashion and her latest designs. Remy and Nikolai had also started sending the family expensive gifts to pay back their kindness from all those years ago.
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On one trip to the bakery, as they ate their food and talked with Tom and Sabine, the door to the bakery was flung open by Marinette, who rushed by and up to her room without a word, very clearly upset. Tom and Sabine just looked resigned at this point. They knew this was likely the work of that liar Lila Rossi, but there wasn’t much they had been able to do to help Marinette. They supported her as best they could at home, but they hadn’t made any progress with the school. When Nikolai asked what was wrong, they told the Poppy the whole story. Needless to say the Poppy was furious that some third rate con-woman had been making life hard for Marinette. And they were going to try there best to stop it right now.
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For the next few days, they followed the liar around discreetly. They listened to all her lies and listened to the class falling for them. Any time that Lila lied and said Marinette was bullying her, the Poppy had a hard time not jumping in right then, but they knew they needed to wait for the right lie at the right moment. So they watched as the liar continued to lie about everything under the sun and the class isolate Marinette more and more. The only person that seemed to stand by her was Adrien Agreste. Other than that, all her other friends had abandoned her, and it made the Poppy furious. But they soon got their perfect moment to intervene.
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Marinette was away at a doctor’s appointment and Lila was using the opportunity to come up with the most outlandish lies she could say, since the designer wasn’t there to mess anything up. She was telling the class about some of her ‘adventures in Italy’ when she came up with a new story. The Gilded Poppy was in the news a lot lately, so Lila claimed to have almost caught them once during a heist in Venice. She told the class she had risked her safety to safeguard a priceless painting and how the Poppy had threatened her, but she still did what she thought was right. Alya was looking at Lila with stars in her eyes. “Wow Lila! That is amazing. No wonder you are Ladybug’s best friend, you are already like a hero.” The class fawned over their friend’s ‘heroic deeds’ not knowing they were being listened to by a certain conman.
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Remy couldn’t believe the idiocy of this liar and the class. He and Nikolai really needed to convince Tom and Sabine to move Marinette out of this class. But that is a discussion for another time. For now, the liar had backed herself into a corner and Remy would be able to put an end to this madness. He quickly fell into character and approached the class. “Pardon me, but did I hear your story about the Gilded Poppy correctly?” Lila smiled at the stranger, always looking to charm and amaze the people she met. “Yes, it is true. If it wasn’t for me, they would have stolen that masterpiece.” Remy put on his most charming smile, making sure he sounded calm and happy. “That is amazing. I am a true crime author and am writing a book about the Gilded Poppy. I would love to include your story in my book. When did this happen? What were they trying to steal? And where were they stealing it? Tell me everything.” Remy knew the girl would take the bait. From what he could tell, this girl lied for attention and fame, so the offer to be in a book would be too good to resist. Remy smirked as Lila jumped into a story about how last August, the Poppy had tried to steal the famous Ginevra de’ Benci painting from the Museo Correr and ending her tale with how the Poppy had threatened to kill her for stopping them.
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Lila had finished her story and expected this author to be as astonished and fooled as the class. But instead she was met with a confused look. Remy made sure he looked perfectly confused before innocently asking, “Young lady, what are you talking about? Please don’t waste my time with made up stories.” The class looked confused at the man in front of them, before Nino spoke up. “What do you mean sir? Lila isn’t lying.” Remy looked at the class with a practiced cool look. “I do not wish to be rude, but she is lying. I have several accounts, including witnesses, police reports, and news articles that put the Poppy in New York from last July to September. They weren’t in Venice. They also are notoriously non-violent. They wouldn’t threaten to kill you. Also, the painting you mentioned is famously held in the National Art Gallery in Washington D.C., not the Museo Correr in Venice. You can all look this up, it is common knowledge.” The class all pulled out their phones, trying to prove that their friend wasn’t lying. Trying to defend her against this author. But they couldn’t find anything. They saw that everything this author said was true. About the Poppy, about the painting, everything. They quickly turned to their friend, now realizing that she was a liar. They started yelling at her and the school courtyard dissolved into chaos. It was so chaotic that no one noticed that Remy had disappeared.
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Things got a lot better for Marinette after that. Lila was exposed as the liar she is and the chaos of that day even drew Mr. Damocles out of his office. Once he found out what happened and the extent of Lila’s lies, Lila was expelled from school. The class did apologize to Marinette, but the friendships were already to damaged to be mended by a simple apology. Remy and Nikolai did end up convincing Tom and Sabine to switch Marinette out of that class. Now Marinette was in Mrs. Mendeleiev’s class and was much happier. She had made a bunch of new friends and the class had a lot less drama going on. The Poppy was just happy to see their dear Marinette happy again and was glad they could help her.
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