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Better than Revenge | M.R [2]

Y/N vowed to herself that she would get her revenge on her ex-boyfriend. The only question was, how would she get her revenge? What better way than to involve his best friend. After all, the worst thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies.

Pairing(s): Mattheo Riddle x Y/N Nettleby, Ex! Theodore Nott x Y/N Nettleby.

Warning(s): Mentions of cheating.

ii. “Wake up and smell the break up, fix my heart put on my makeup.”

Chapter One

"Who could possibly be better than you?" Hermione questioned as Y/N and the friend group sat around the table at breakfast. News had gotten around that Theo had broken up with the Gryffindor and the Slytherins had now turned their backs on Y/N. It didn't bother her; she had only ever hung around with her brother and Theo's friends.

"Please, it has nothing to do with Y/N." Ginny stated before taking a drink of pumpkin juice. "Theodore's a git and we all know it." She finished with a simple shoulder shrug.

Y/N opened her mouth to reply but closed her mouth when her attention was caught by her ex-boyfriend entering the dining hall. A black-haired Slytherin girl hanging on his arm. The Gryffindor girl quirked an eyebrow up in disbelief as the two sauntered their way to the Slytherin table and towards his ex's brother.

Y/N glanced over at her brother, only to lock eye with Mattheo who was wearing an indecipherable emotion. "Hey," Hermione spoke softly to get the girls attention away from Theo and the Slytherin table. "Let's get out of here." she offered as she went to stand up.

Y/N shook her head as she grabbed her arm and yanked her back in her seat, "If we leave, it will attract eyes and he will think he hurt me." The Nettleby girl explained as she turned her gaze back to her food.

"But he did..." Ron trailed off confused before Ginny kicked him under the table.

"I'm not giving him the satisfaction of knowing that."

Y/N had left breakfast with Hermione, Harry and Ron. They went back to the dormitories so they could grab their books and bags for class. The fact that Y/N had rushed her last couple homework assignments made her realize how much she depended on Theo. No matter what, she shouldn't let what Theo did affect her daily life. Yet, it affected her everyday she woke up.

"You're going to be okay." Y/N mumbled to herself before she followed Hermione to the first class of the day. It was the class that she had with Theo and a few others of the friend group. Hermione had sat beside Neville Longbottom after the Nettleby girl had begged her to switch with Theo. "Remind me to never tell you to switch with my boyfriends." The girl told Hermione before they walked into the class.

"I tried to tell you." Hermione mumbled before taking her seat beside Neville. The two of them talking about what they will be learning today.

Y/N rolled her eyes and made her way to her normal seat. She was hoping that Theo and his friends would skip class, like they sometimes did. Theo had tried to get her to skip as well but she refused, saying she cared about her grades. Getting her books out, she decided to read what they would be learning today to get an idea of what they would be doing.

A loud thud broke the Gryffindor girl out of her reading with a jump. "Fancy seeing you here." Y/N groaned at the voice that she had known all too well.

"Mattheo, to what do I owe the pleasure?" She asked sarcastically with a slight glare before going back to her book. She was unsure as to why the heir of Slytherin was sitting right next to her, or why he was even in class anyway. "Shouldn't you be out on the lawn, smoking during class?"

Mattheo raised an eyebrow with an amused grin growing on his face. "Keeping tabs on me, darling?" He teased as he sat down beside the girl that he had known since their first year. "If you wanted me instead of Theo you could've just asked."

Y/N rolled her eyes before glancing up at the boy that she was previously used to. There was a time when Y/N and Mattheo were friends, no one knows how close they were. Something had happened, and Mattheo turned a cold shoulder with no warning.

"Can I help you with something?" She snapped not feeling like dealing with the Slytherins and their attitudes today. "I am not playing into your games today, Riddle."

Mattheo's gaze softened a bit noticing the look on her face, before he quickly wiped it off and returned to his normal emotional state. "What's your plan?" The boy asked as he leaned over to his best friend's ex.

"What are you talking about?" She asked as she quickly jotted down notes about what she had read. Only the parts that she felt was really important.

Mattheo rolled his eyes, seeing right through the girl that he knew. "How are you getting back at Theo?" He asked again as he leaned a bit closer.

Y/N scoffed and shook her head, "how old am I? five." She spoke trying to play off her real emotions. The Riddle boy gave her a look before she sighed, "I had a few ideas." she shrugged finally giving in. "I don't want him back, so making him jealous is pointless." She whispered only for the Slytherin to hear. "I'm just going to move on." shrugged.

Mattheo scoffed, "That's it?" He asked. "How will that do anything."

Y/N rolled her eyes before putting all her attention towards the boy in front of her. She didn't know how trustworthy he was now, but she knows that he kept their old friendship a secret. Hopefully he would keep this conversation a secret. "Enzo has a soft spot for me, so I was going to ask him to be part of it." She shrugged. "it'll hurt worse with his friend involved." she added.

The professor has walked in talking to the class and went over a part of the chapter before giving the paired-up students a project to work on. "Don't you think it would hurt worse with his best friend?" Mattheo spoke up quietly, trying to see the girl's reaction.

"What are you getting at?" Y/N asked even though she felt as if she already knew what he was going to say.

"Use me instead of Enzo." He suggested which caused Y/N to laugh and shake her head a bit. "At least we used to be close." he whispered, acting like he wasn't paying attention to her reaction.

"What's in it for you?" She asked trying to decipher why he cared so much. Mattheo didn't catch feelings for people, yes, she had heard about him having one-night stands and girls he toyed with.

"let's just say," Mattheo spoke softly as he continued looking at the project before glancing back up at her. "I have my reasons." he finished.

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"Absolutely not, are you out of your mind?" Hermione scolded as the golden trio, Y/N, and Ginny sat around the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room. Y/N had just told them her plan and the conversation that she had with Mattheo during class. She knew it was a reach including them in on what she wanted to do, strictly because Mattheo's family. "This is worse than Theodore!" She insisted.

Y/N rolled her eyes slightly knowing that her friends would be against it. "You're forgetting the family that I come from." The girl muttered as she kept her gaze on the orange and yellows hues of the fire.

Hermione looked at the group around her, trying to get someone and anyone to agree with her. To Gryffindor's and the other houses, Mattheo Riddle was intimidating and charming. He came off as rude, cocky, and self-absorbed. Yet, Y/N knew that it wasn't who he was, or at least who he used to be.

"Do you honestly think Riddle is capable of helping you without something in return?" Ginny asked carefully as she glanced around the group.

Ron scoffed at his sister, "of course not. you know where he came from." the Weasley boy spoke in disgust.

Y/N sighed at that and ran a hand down her face. She knew all too well what people thought if they go by family trees. "And you guys know where I came from." she countered.

"That's different." Harry finally spoke up, thinking about the situation at hand. "The sorting hat knew what was right, so it's clear that you aren't like them."

"Says the one that was writing to Mattheo's dad, in his dad's journal with no thought about who he was." Y/N shot back. Tired of her friends being rude to someone they did not truly know. She didn't even know why she was defending him. She hadn't even properly talked to him since she had gotten with Theo, he had just passed a few snarky comments to her and went on his way.

The friends went quiet for a few minutes so they could try and sort out their feelings so nothing would be said. The last thing they wanted to do was to break up the friend group and all be fighting.

Y/N sighed, breaking the silence. "I'm sorry for being so worked up. I just know how my family is going to be once word reaches that Theodore and I broke up." She mumbled.

Coming from a family of Slytherins and death eaters, it was clear that his followers would do anything to get him back. Along with raise their kids to do dirty work and be one of them as well. Y/N was hoping that dating a Slytherin, especially from the Nott family, that her parents would get off her back about being a disappointment.

Hermione gave a small smile to her best friend, "I'm sorry." She apologized too. "It's none of my business what you do. I just don't want everything to fall apart."

"I can handle my own." Y/N promised as the group resumed back to their previous antics before the talk about the plan came about.

Early the next morning Y/N had gotten herself ready for the day. Many of the witches and wizards were going to Hogsmeade today, so she had decided to spend the day alone. She always went to Hogsmeade on weekends to spend time with her friends, but lately it had been almost like a third wheel, well, fifth wheel. So, when the time came, she had promised her friends that she did not want to go, and she had bid them goodbye after assuring them to have fun.

She had lounged around the common room, until she had gotten bored of doing the same things and decided to wander a bit. It was always a breath of fresh air when taking a walk around the castle and with most people gone, it could be quite relaxing. When walking about looking at the scenery, everything looked so peaceful and beautiful.

"We're going to get caught." a familiar voice had caught the attention of the Gryffindor girl. Her walking has slow and she came to a halt at the corner, carefully peaking her head around to see who was talking.

"Oh, please, since when do you care?" A nasally voice asked before going back to whatever she was trying to do. "You didn't complain when you cheated on your girlfriend with me in a classroom."

The man, who Y/N had now identified as Theo, scoffed. "A classroom is a bit more private than the hallways." He muttered.

Before Y/N could hear what, his new girlfriend was saying back, a voice caused the girl to jump. "Eavesdropping, love?" The voice of the Slytherin came out smooth. "Didn't anyone ever tell you how rude that is?"

Y/N rolled her eyes turning the face the curly haired boy. She had been wanting to find him since last night but had debated against it. "I simply came across them on my walk." she spoke truthfully as she turned to fully face Mattheo.

Mattheo's eyebrows shot up, "that's a bloody lie." he muttered loud enough for the girl to hear. She scoffed before rolling her eyes and leaning against the wall. "It won't last." Y/N's eyebrows furrowed at what he was talking about. "If Theo couldn't keep a relationship with you, he won't keep one."

"What do you mean by that?" Y/N asked as she eyed the boy in front of her curiously. Maybe Theo had not told the boys why they broke up because she was sure that they would make fun on her for it.

Mattheo shrugged keeping his lips in a tight line and scooting a bit closer to Y/N. "They're coming." he muttered. "Did you make up your mind?" He asked referring to what they had talked about in class.

"You." Was the only statement she could get out before he quickly placed a hand on her cheek as his best friend turned the corner.

Y/N and Mattheo's eyes quickly shot up to Theo's and the Slytherin girl that he had cheated with. Mattheo had faux annoyance, while Y/N looked nervous. Theo looked angry and his new toy had a surprised look on her face.

"Can I assist you with something?" Mattheo asked as the couple just stood there, not saying a word to the two. "I was busy, if you couldn't tell."

"When did this happen?" The Slytherin girl asked as if she knew exactly who both of the boys were and what they would or wouldn't do. "It's hard to believe that you would go for a Gryffindor." she added.

Mattheo rolled his eyes and took his hand off Y/N's cheek. He stayed close to her so he could ensure to play whatever part. "Just testing the waters." he shrugged before glancing at Theo and noticing his jaw clenched, a smirk grew noticing that.

"Y/N, can I have a word?" Theo asked as his gaze stayed locked in a war with Mattheo.

Y/N glanced between the two boys as she leaned forward and grabbed Mattheo's arm. To calm him down and also to say that she wasn't leaving without him. "I don't think that necessary." she replied back her hand moving down to Mattheo's. "We'll just get out of your way."

Without another glance she turned away from the couple and tugged Mattheo along with her. She didn't want to be around Theo or his toy.

Y/N let out a huff once they had lost sight of her ex-boyfriend, "Why does he have to be such an arse?" she mumbled with an eye roll. It was clear that Mattheo was watching her, maybe to see her reaction or to see if she had anything else to say. After getting her emotions under control she looked up and met her gaze with the boy in front of her, his warm eyes looking back in hers. "What are we doing? No one is going to believe that we started dating." she explained.

Mattheo thought for a moment, "Then we start spending time together, to make it known that we are around each other." He spoke trying to think of an idea that will make it seem real. "I'll meet you outside your common room every morning, we'll have meals together."

Y/N snorted at that before realizing that the boy in front of her was serious. "There is no way I am having breakfast or dinner at the Slytherin table." She refused.

"Do you want to make this believable or not?" Mattheo asked Y/N, trying to get her to see the reason behind then spending meals together.

She nodded, "fine. How about classes? I see that you replaced Theo as my partner in my classes. You guys barely come to class anyway." She explained as she had noticed how Theo had moved over to sit with someone else in class. "That's not even a concern right now though, how are we going to pull off dating? I mean, couples..." Y/N trailed off hoping that he was getting what she meant.

Couples showed plenty of public displays of affection. Especially when they have the biggest "bad boy" and "heartthrob" hanging on their arm. So, it was a given for the two. "Whatever you're comfortable with, love." he shrugged.

Y/N thought for a moment, her cheeks slightly turning red at the thought. Gaining a bit of confidence she spoke, "Everything." She told him. "Whatever you want."

Part three

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Jealous

Hermione Granger x fem! reader

Summary: Y/n is a natural flirt but when a girl gets cosy with her at a party Hermione gets jealous, but when Hermione tries to do the same it backfires

Warnings: swearing, post-hogwarts, established relationship, jealousy, light angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of drinking, sex and nudity (non-sexual), reader is an animagus, Ron is a good friend

A/n: 2.3k words, non voldy au and once again wolfstars adopted daughter because I have no control x thank you so much for the request, enjoy love 💛

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Hermione didn’t hear what her friends were saying, her eyes were focused on you. A few minutes ago, she wouldn’t have batted an eye, but a few minutes ago Cedric and Cho were also there and a few minutes ago that ex puff wasn’t giggling like an idiot and hanging off of your every word

She tried to ignore it, people natrually gravitated toward you. It wasn’t technically possible but you inherited Sirius’ gene for flirtation, pair that with Remus’ soft-spoken side and people were goners…her included.

She knew deep down you were just chatting and had no reason to feel like this but she was growing a little tired. The girl wasn’t exactly turning down dates right and left but she wondered how you would react if you were in her shoes, what if you had to watch some beautifully sculpted being slobbering all over her…or maybe the next best thing

Hermione wasn’t exactly proud of her next decision but that didn’t stop her pulling her ex up to dance, an ex who she was still best friends with but the way she started dancing with him wasn’t very friendly

“Mione” Ron gently stops her from grinding into him “What are you doing?” he whispers firmly, looking awfully confused

“Making y/n jealous” she admits, turning around to face him arms moving around his neck

Ron sways with her hesitantly, face softening but the confusion remains as his eyes flick from you, who’s happily talking with some girl, to her. The boy had no idea what his friend was doing, a year ago he would have been killed for this and in truth he would be the first to admit he hated you for a while, but now he was happy for you both, you treated Hermione the way she deserved, far better than he ever did

So what the hell was she doing?

“I thought you two were solid?”

“We are…but” she huffs “She’s always so flirty Ron. I do love that about her, it's one of the reasons I fell for her. It's just…I want to make her a little jealous because she’s always so unbothered. Like last week this guy asked me out and she was completely unfazed” she argues, growing a little annoyed as she remembered you didn’t even look up from your book, no reaction, none!

Ron's eyes widen, trying not to chuckle

“Mione I understand being jealous…believe me” he says and she giggles nodding “But this isn’t the way to fix it” he cups her cheek “Just talk to her, I wish I had cause then maybe I wouldn’t have lost you to someone…” he shakes his head “...someone way better suited and so much better for you” he gives her a smile before he drops his hand back to her waist

She sighs, nodding herself

“I hate when you’re right” she grumbles playfully, igniting more giggles

“It does happen very rarely, must be a blue…moon” his words trail off as he sees you heading up out of the party quickly

“Must be” she giggles but then clocks his expression, looking in the direction he is staring but there’s nothing out of the ordinary “What was it?” she asks turning back

“Y/n left” his eyebrows knit

A pit forms in the girl's stomach uncoupling herself from Ron

“Was she alone?” she hated herself for asking, the moment she said it she wanted to punch the little green gremlin in her stomach

Ron gives her a look she can only describe as hitting that gremlin in the noggin “Course she was” he says firmly “She might just be going for more firewhisky or Neville's stash but you should go check on her just in case she did just leave”

She nods, beginning to walk away but turns back to ask “When did you grow up?”

He chuckles “When I lost you and gained a brain” he jokes light-heartedly, no malice in his voice “Now go get her”

She gives him a smile before making her way through into the hallway, asking some boy if she saw where you went and being told you went through the fireplace

Heading home via the floo network, she was met with a still flat besides a trail of light coming from down the hall. The bedroom. Reaching the door she finds it ajar, light from the room flickering through the small crack. She was about to push it open when she heard it…a sniffle…although it’s more like a whimper?

She slowly leant one ear towards the door checking she heard it right, maybe it was just allergies you didn't know you possessed or a very strange crackle from the fire but it wasn’t and that broke her heart

You rarely cried. Movies? Yes. Bambi hitting pretty hard when she made you and Harry watch it…thinking back that probably wasn’t her smartest moment

No, tonight trumped that, big time

“Y/n?” she calls out

She hears rustling of sheets then a yip of some kind before it’s followed by a distant swear

“I’m getting changed!” you say quickly before nothing

Hermione swears she can hear the cringe, more so she can picture it, the little cringle on your nose, the rare yet cute embarrassment flooding your expression…shame it was bittersweet

“That was a terrible excuse wasn’t it?” you ask, an awkward laugh escaping your lips but she can hear the graininess in your voice from crying

“Little bit yeah” she nods even though you can’t see it “Can I come in?”

Please say yes

“Promise you won’t laugh”

She new that tone, already trying to suppress her laughter

“You know I can’t but I can try” she offers

There's a small silence

“Okay you…you can come in”

Hermione pushes the door open, pressing her lips together as she sees you sitting on your shared bed, the sheets clearly like you were hiding under them with a blanket covering your figure

“Are you nude?” she inquires but she already knows what happened

You nod, not shyly or really embarrassed more just…well she can’t place it, you had never looked this way before, so timid, so unlike yourself

“You startled me and I forgot to shift back with my clothes” you say quietly, fiddling with your fingers “Actually that's a lie I somehow still have one sock” you stick your foot out of the blanket, wiggling it around

She lets out a quiet giggle “What did you lose this time?” she asks, moving to sit next to you but keeping a little distance in case you didn’t want her there

“Just my shirt and underwear…oh and the other sock” you gesture to your jeans and jacket hanging over the chair “Got tired so I was going for a nap ya see”

Half of that was a lie

She could see the glistening of your cheeks, painted by tears, stray hairs sticking to them. Eyes puffy, raw almost bloodshot…and still that look she couldn’t place, a look that terrified her

“You go back to the party, I’ll get a good nap in then I’ll be good as new” you say softly, sadly, that usual charm in your voice gone

“Sweets” your face scrunches at the pet name, face tilting away from her “Please look at me”

You swallow before turning to look, tears brimming your eyes, leg shaking as you plan what to say

“What's wrong?” Hermione wonders, hand moving to cup your now bare knee as you had managed to shrug the blanket off when you showed her your one socked foot and shaking

“Do you still…still want me?” you ask, voice a broken whisper

Her mouth drops open, that expression she couldn’t place was clear now, no wonder she couldn’t read it, you were feeling insecure

“Course I do” she shifts closer, grasping your hands “Why…” she closes her eyes “...sweets it wasn’t like that with Ron, It was just a dance” she tries to explain but you don’t seem to gain any solace from it

“Not from where I was standing” you quip with a foreign lace of bitterness “You said you were over him, that he’s just your…”

“Friend, he is just my friend” she cuts in, panicking over where this was going, panicking you weren’t looking at her anymore “Y/n”

“Why then?” the tears fall down your cheeks, voice cracking

She cups your cheek, bringing your face around so she can see you properly “I wanted to make you jealous” she confesses, shame evident on her face

“Jealous?” you shake your head, eyebrows knitting “Am I not giving you enough attention?”

Suddenly the roles switch, you’re moving to comfort her, thumbs running over her knuckles, face switching from upset and mild anger to sympathy and worry

“You are” she nods “You are” she repeats a little quieter but harder

“You sure? I know I blew off our date last week on the day…”

“Sweets…”

“...so fucking stupid of me to do. George and Fred were setting up their new store and I should have…”

“Sweets”

“...told them to fuck off cause so what if I’m the third own…”

“Y/n!”

“...er…sorry, so sorry” you take a few quick breaths, re-gaining your composure

“It’s not about the date, I honestly forgot about that and if you recall you took me up a hill to watch the sunset later to make up”

“Wait so if it isn’t that or…why?” you look a mix of confused and fearful as you wait for the answer

“Would you believe me if I said it was because I was jealous?” she poses

Now you were perfectly clueless and her heart ached. You had no idea what you had done, completely innocent and she hurt you for no reason…even if she had one nothing merited what she did. You never consciously made her jealous but she did and it was down right cruel now she thought about it

“You were talking to some girl and she was…well you’re so flirty and I was just…I’m sorry” she takes a moment to breathe and you let her, listening sadly “I wanted to get a reaction out of you, make you feel possessive…that's not the right word but just…you don’t ever get jealous, or annoyed when someone makes a move on me and I guess wanted to force it out of you. ”

“You’re wrong”

“What?” she cocks her head

“You’re wrong, I do get jealous. Very jealous” you shrug “You know how many people talk to me like I’m not your girlfriend? They think because I’m a flirt they can subtly tell me how hot and smart you are as if you’re my single friend and not my girl” you say with clear emphasis on the last part

“Why have you never told me that?”

“I was scared you’d think I was like Ron…sorry” you flinch at your words, apologising

She knows what you mean though and even if you think you've overstepped, given the circumstances you were more than in your right to say it

“I’m like my dad. I use flirting as a coping mechanism. Everyone thinks I’m this happy, confident person when in reality I have the same…hell sometimes I think more insecurities as everyone else”

“What kind of insecurities?” she inquires, letting you fiddle with her fingers

“I’m a bit of a tomboy for starters. I never cared much at school, I was fine with a pass but sometimes I hear people talking about how you’re dating an idiot…a hot idiot but an idiot” you let out a little laugh as does she “You have this amazing career and I’m so fucking proud of you" you look her in the eyes as you say it, honing in your pride before looking away "I feel like you could do so much better than me…merlin I could be here all night love I mean we haven’t even got onto physical stuff” you motion to your body and she grabs your hand

“You’re beautiful. Do you have any idea how good you dress, tomboy or not everything you wear is sheer perfection. God, I wish I had your style, why do you think I steal your clothes so much? For one they smell like you and two, they are so cool!” she tells you, cupping your cheek “As for my career, all I care about is that we are happy with what we do. Yeah the ministry can be tiring and I want to kill some folks on occasion but I love it, just like you love the shop. Our happiness trumps everything else. I love coming home and hearing about your day because I never know what to expect. You make my life exciting! If anything I’m the boring one...”

“Are not” you argue “Who made you think that? I’ll make sure a damaged shipment gets directed their way”

She giggles leaning forwards, forehead kissing your own “I’ll give you a list” she says half seriously

Theres a comfortable silence before you pull back, meeting her eyes

“Please tell me next time” you plea “My heart can’t handle that again”

She presses her lips to your forehead, lingering there for almost a mintue

“I will. It’ll never happen again…never ever” she kisses your cheek “Never” your other cheek

She continues whispering ‘never’ between each kiss across your face. This goes on for some time. When she finally looks at you you’re smiling, a little bashfully actually and it makes her heart soar

“You missed one more never here” you tap your lips

She pecks them softly but as she parts your hand comes to the back of her head and holds her lips in place, extending the kiss before she can mumble the word

When you finally break apart you flick your thumb across her cheek “I love you and I’m going to tell you every day until you don’t want me anymore”

Hermione's heart flutters, how could she ever believe you would ever stray elsewhere? You looked at her like she was your everything and she was never making that mistake again...because if she did, she really would lose you

“I promise you the exact same. You better get ready because when we're in our 70’s and you forget, that's it, divorce” she jests and you bark a laugh

“Agreed”

Thank you for reading 💛

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here2bbtstrash · 2 years

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heartless - teaser (explicit)

✯ genre: pwp, smut, toxic exes hooking up

✯ pairing: jungkook x reader

✯ summary: after a wild summer at the shore where he made more than a few mistakes, jungkook is ready to remind you why you always take him back.

✯ teaser word count: 773

✯ teaser contains: member POV, shirtless jungkook (yes that's a warning), general toxic relationship fuckery (we're talking sammi and ron vibes #iykyk), tragic 2009 fashion, jk steals the gum out of reader's mouth (sorry), reader's thong is out lmfao, mildly suggestive language

✯ a part of the jeju shore collab - dropping september 4, 2022!

✯ other works in this collab: You DTF? by @haliiimede and Himbo Hours by @gimmethatagustd

✯ A/N: aaaaaa babes i'm so excited for this collab to finally happen (and so happy that y'all are excited tooooo 🥲) - this idea has brought me joy for several many weeks and i cannot wait to drop these toxic exes on you this weekend 👀👀 be sure you also check out jai & hali's teasers and fics for the full ~maknae line experience~ !!! i couldn't have asked for two better people to do my first collab with especially because i don't know what the fuck i'm doing and i'm very stupid 💜 ok ok love ya and i sincerely hope you enjoy this lil taste of what's to... come 👅💦🎥

Jungkook swings the door wide and leans one arm on the frame as he takes you in. You’re standing on his stoop, arms crossed angrily over your pink crop top, belly button piercing glinting in the porch light. He smiles fondly, remembering the summer you got it done, the way you squeezed his hand so tight when the needle went through that he nearly lost feeling.

It was nice then, the way you acted like you really needed him. You used to be so sweet. He wonders when that changed.

It’s been too long. “Hi, jagi,” he says, and it comes out softer than he would’ve liked. It makes him sound weak.

“Fuck off. Answering the fucking door shirtless. You did that on purpose.” You roll your eyes as you brush past him to walk inside.

He turns sideways, purposefully taking up most of the doorway so you have to squeeze through, and when you do, his fingers hook in the belt-loops of your jeans to pull you closer.

“Just like you wore these?” There’s no way you don’t know what those white low-rise jeans do to him. Jungkook always tells you they make your ass look so fat, and even though you complain every time, he means it as an honest compliment.

Clearly still trying to act pissed off, you pop your gum at him, but he knows better than to believe that you’re really mad. If you were, you wouldn’t have come here. And you certainly wouldn’t be looping your arms around his neck and tilting your head up like that, moving so close that he can feel the heat of your breath ghosting over him.

“Maybe. What are you gonna do about it?” You purr, like you don’t already know the answer.

Jungkook’s lips find yours at the same time his hands slide around your hips, fingers sinking into the denim stretched tight over your ass. You squeak a little at how hard he grabs, and he takes the opportunity to swipe his tongue into your mouth, deftly retrieving the wad of gum from between your teeth. He pulls back with a cocky grin and spits it halfway across the yard.

“How about you come inside and find out?”

“Jesus.” You make a face when you step in first, leaving your Gucci flip flops in the front hall, and Jungkook turns back to shut the door behind him as he follows you. “You guys trashed this fuckin’ place.”

He frowns at your utter disregard for his cleaning efforts, but he follows your gaze and, well, you’re not wrong. He probably could’ve done something about all the half-empty liquor bottles, the overflowing ashtrays, the sink full of dishes. But right now he really doesn’t give a shit.

Jungkook closes the distance between you again, arms slipping around your waist from behind, head ducking down to nuzzle in the crook of your neck, to make you squirm the way he likes. “This is the bachelor life. We need a woman’s touch,” he murmurs against your skin, and you scoff a laugh.

“I’m serious,” Jungkook protests. He pauses to suck a mark into the crook of your neck, only stopping when he manages to coax a soft whimper out of you. “Why don’t you and I get a place together next summer? I’ll tell Jimin and Tae they’re on their own.”

You hum softly, in the way that tells him you want that, too. But you’re still playing coy, even as your hands slide over his arms locked tight around you. “That’s very presumptuous of you.”

“Maybe I should do some convincing,” Jungkook’s lips brush over the shell of your ear, and you wriggle out of his grasp, crossing into the living room and tossing your purse on the couch before dropping down unceremoniously next to it.

The wild animal feeling hasn’t dissipated— when he follows after you, Jungkook can’t help but feel like a predator stalking his prey.

It’s probably fucked up, but he likes the chase.

Leaning back on your hands, you gaze up at him, jeans sunk low enough for Jungkook to see the pink straps of your thong that peek out over the curve of your hip. The visual makes his own pants start to feel tight.

You tilt your head expectantly. “I’m listening.”

“I wasn’t gonna talk,” he admits with a smirk, standing over you, one leg teasing your thighs apart.

You reach forward to trail a hand down the defined lines of his stomach— the gym has been good to him this summer— and blink your long lashes innocently. “Will you at least use your mouth?”

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sunflowerdarlingx · 3 years

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RONS FAMILY SEEING THE MARKS YOU LEFT ON HIS BACK AND MOLLY YELLS AT HIM FOR LIKE 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT THEN IT JUST CLICKS THAT ITS FROM $EX AND SHES JUST DISGUSTED BUT RONS SIBLINGS THINK ITS HILARIOUS (for later)

First new post in months, so I would love some feedback :)

Ron Weasley x Female reader

Warnings: smut, Molly Weasley discussing safe sex.

18+

Minors DNI

Smut below

I always think of this happening when one of the older brothers coming to the burrow for a surprise visit.

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Ron would be on top, your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into you. His strokes are nice and deep, hitting that sweet spot inside you that has you seeing stars.

"Fuck angel, feel so good" his head would rest in your neck, voice muffled as he praises you.

He'd have you whimpering below him, cries being muffled by his shoulder because you're still very much aware of how many people live in the burrow.

Ron would pick up the pace slightly, fingers moving to circle your clit as he feels you clench around his cock. His face moves to watch the way your mouth forms into a little 'o' and your eyes roll back slightly. "Ron please...don't..dont stop"

A low groan would rumble in his chest as your nails scratched down his back, nails pressing crescent moon shapes on his skin as you got closer to your high.

"Cum for me angel, cum around my cock like the good girl you are", his hips continuing at a steady pace would have you cumming in seconds. Muffled cries leaving your mouth as your pussy clenches around him, juices coating his cock.

Now it’s time for Ron to focus on reaching his own high, after all that was the third time you had orgasmed that afternoon. Ron would flip you over, “ride my cock pretty girl”. A lopsided grin takes over his features as you immediately get to work, hips working perfectly against his.

“Ronald Weasley, don’t make me come up there” the shrill sound of Mrs Weasley's voice booms through the burrow.

“Fuck sake” Ron groans as you freeze against him, “Be down in a minute mum” he calls back.

Your eyes are wide like a deer in headlights. “Clothes baby, you need to get dressed.” Ron places a lazy kiss to your cheek as he stands you both up before setting you down beside your clothes.

You slip on a hoodie and some shorts, fixing your hair quickly before making your way to the door. Ron got up, tugging on some shorts before standing for a moment, trying to position his cock in a way that hides the previous activities you were taking part in.

He doesn’t bother with a shirt, his hands moving to your waist as he walks behind you down the stairs.

“It’s about time you two! Bill is home!” Molly squeaks in happiness. She stood at the kitchen counter, filling a few mugs with tea before sitting at the table.

You and Ron greet Bill before taking a seat at the table.

“Sugar?” Ron asks as he sits at the table.

“Oh I left it on the counter” Molly replies sweetly, shifting in her seat to get it.

“I’ve got it mum, sit down” Ron smiles sweetly before getting up to the counter.

Your eyes watch him, a small smile on your face which drops as soon as you see Rons back. You gasp and Molly looks over to Ron. Her eyes go wide and she looks in between you and Ron,

“RONALD WEASLEY”, Ron spins round, hands dropping the sugar on the floor as he stares at his mother. “WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN DOING! lOOK AT YOUR BACK!”

Molly then turns her gaze to you, “AND YOU. DID YOU DO THIS TO HIM!?”

“M..mum, we..you see, we are adults” Ron stutters out as you sit stunned in your chair, positive Molly would curse you both for your antics.

“Mrs Weasley, we didnt...I didnt mean to” you mumble, tears forming in your eyes at the idea of her being mad at you both.

“Mum, calm down. As Ron says, they’re adults. Cut them some slack” Bill shrugs casually as he sips his tea, a cheeky grin playing on his lips as he looks at his brother.

Molly is bright red, you swear you could see some steam coming out of her ears. She sees the look on your face and calms down. She moves to sit beside you and pulls you in for a hug, “Give us some time alone Bill, I need to talk to these two”. Bill leaves the kitchen, giving Ron an expression that says you got caught, you idiot.

The next half hour is spent with Molly giving you both lectures about safe sex. From using protection, to ensuring that everything is always consensual, to ensuring both yourself and Ron know each other's boundaries (although she leaves you to discuss that in private).

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comfortwriting · 3 years

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Prompt 02 - F.W

Prompt 02: He glared at you and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

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A/N: @stephaniewinchester-weasley thank you so much for being so patient and for making a request! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing.

Fred Weasley x Fem reader

Fred paced outside the dungeons waiting for you whilst you packed away your potion textbooks.

“I’d hurry up if I were you Miss Y/L/N, I don’t want that troublemaker boyfriend of yours hanging around outside for another minute.” Snape hissed at you.

You sighed and pushed the hair out of your face, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “I’m not responsible for his behaviour, professor.” You hissed back, causing your house to lose more points.

Finally leaving the cold, dark and gloomy dungeon, your gaze met Fred’s – his eyes full of anger – which was very unlike him up until recently.

Fred started to become more irritable around you, around George, and his outbursts could be scary at times – you could not understand what had caused his sudden change in behaviour, George couldn’t either and you found yourself making things worse by trying to help.

Fred grabbed a hold of your wrist and dragged you away from the dungeons.

“Fred what are you-“ you tried to break away from his grip “let go okay? I’ll follow you, alright!”

Tightening his grip around your wrist he dragged you up the stairs, practically yelled the password at the fat lady and stormed through the portrait hole. George was already in the common room sitting on the sofa, messing with his wand. You flashed him and looked, and you began to feel uneasy.

Freeing yourself from Fred you sat next to George, your heart racing and you started to shake.

“Are you two going to own up now, or what?” Fred glared, pacing around in front of you.

Almost taking a double take, you and George exchanged another glance, what is he on about?

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me Georgie, everyone’s been talking about the two of you, just own up!”

Squeezing your eyes shut at the sharpness of Fred’s shouting, you put your head in your hands and your knees began to bounce.

“Fred, please. We honestly have no idea what’s wrong – just tell us so we can help.” Your voice croaked, tears streaming down your face and into your hands.

George placed his arm around you, whispering to you, telling you not to cry.

“You can’t even look me in the eye mate, I thought you of all people would be honest and tell me the truth.” Fred shouted again; his hands clenched in fists.

George stood up and stared down his brother “how many times do we have to tell you, Freddie, that we don’t have a clue what you’re on about!”

Fred let out a laugh and shook his head, pacing more.

“Of course, you don’t, not when it catches up to you.” Fred paused.

You looked up and you were met with beaming eyes, full of fire – you wanted the ground to open so it could swallow you whole.

“I fucking loved you” Fred spat at you “you’re a fucking cheat and a liar.” He glared at you and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

The common room fell silent upon Fred’s exit, you and George were speechless for a moment trying to figure out what just happened.

“a cheat and a liar” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head “I’ve never-“

George walked over to you, sitting back down on the sofa. He put his arm back around you and rubbed your arm.

“he’s accusing the two of us.” George sighed.

“but we’ve never-“

Ron walked through into the room before the two of you could workout this complicated puzzle, Ron appeared to have quite an amusing look on his face.

“Serves you right, rotten git.” He muttered, realising he was not alone Ron looked up and spotted you and George on the sofa.

“What’re you smiling at?” George questioned his younger brother, staring at him.

Ron noticed the tear stains on your cheeks and the distressed look on both of your faces, realising the damage he had done.

“oh, bloody hell.” Ron whined, walking over to the two of you “I was only getting back at him, I didn’t think the plonker would take it seriously.”

You stared at Ron, searching his eyes. “Take what seriously? Do you have any idea how horrid he’s been? What he’s just said to us?”

George stood up and grabbed his little brother by the collar “what did you do you little twerp?”

Ron’s voice started to shake “I-I lied, told Fred I saw you both k-kissing in the library, I didn’t know h-he would take it seriously, I was just getting b-back at him. I’m so bloody sorry.”

George let go of Ron’s collar, the two of you feeling enraged but also relieved.

“You are fucking a twat” you stood up, walking over to Ron. “You’re going to find Fred and you’re going to explain everything.”

Ron shook his head “but he’ll batter me, you know that!”

“and I’ll batter you if you don’t do it.” George snapped.

Ron looked bewildered and sighed, giving in but only if George would go with him knowing he would be able to hold Fred off if he tried to swing at him.

“You coming along?” George asked, giving you a sympathetic smile.

You shook your head “I’m going to have an early night.”

Getting into bed you shank into the mattress and drowned yourself with the covers, hiding underneath them you cried, the thoughts still swimming around your head.

Your boyfriend, well, mostly likely ex-boyfriend believed you to be a cheat and his behaviour throughout the past few weeks finally caught up and took hold of you, you felt nauseated and worn out.

“Y/N, love.” A whisper in your ear “Darling, please wake up.”

Slowly opening your eyes, you pulled the covers back, uncovering your face. Sitting up slowly, you rubbed your eyes and adjusted to the light of the room, looking at the person who woke you up.

Fred with a sorry expression on his face, sat on the bed next to you, holding a rose in his hand.

You stared at him, not saying a word as you didn’t want to cry more than you already had.

“I’m really sorry Y/N, the little sod told me the truth.” Fred croaked.

You nodded slowly, your sad, dull eyes mixing with his.

Feeling more awake and familiar with your surroundings, you took Fred’s hand in your own.

Fred placed the rose on your bedside table and kissed your hand.

“I’m so sorry my love.”

“I forgive you but” you paused “you can’t treat me and George like that, you should’ve believed us.”

Fred nodded his head “I know, I’m sorry - it’ll never happen again. I just got so scared and I didn’t want to believe it at first but I got paranoid.”

“You need to trust me, your brother George, you need to trust us.”

You placed your hand against Fred’s cheek and rubbed it with your thumb, he leaned in and placed a kiss on your nose.

“You also need to stop waiting outside of Potions for me, Snape has it in for you.”

The two of you burst out into laughter, Fred planting kisses all over you to make up for what he had done.

In the morning over breakfast, you spotted Ron sporting a black eye, you felt bad but you couldn’t contain your laughter – Fred and George laughed too.

“Serves you right, rotten git.” George commented, his mouth full of toast.

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F.W. Who We Are

Chapter One: One More Time

a/n: ok chapter one! i was going to start with a one shot but got rather carried away with this idea so this will prob be a three - five chapter kind of thing. hope you like it !!

Pairing: Fred Weasley x fem!reader / Slytherin!reader

Summary: fred and george tell you their idea for a new prank. cute fluff with some memories. (groundwork for upcoming chapters)

Word Count: 3.2k

I always looked forward to Christmas, every year it was a chance to go home and relax, considering everything that had happened in the past two years, watching your friends battle death itself when they themselves barely understood it as it is. I looked at Ron, Hermione, and Harry like little siblings, and watching them constantly get tackled with hardships and pain hurt me. I often put myself out on the line for them, I was only a year older than them but I knew if in their position I would want help too.

Ron was actually how I met Fred and George, although I knew of them due to their pranks on the student body I didn’t know them personally. Their company was worth the many times I stuck my neck out for the trio. I reminisced on the times I almost died or nearly got expelled but it was completely worth it, my friendship blossomed with George first, he never let me forget how I helped save Ron and Harry from the forbidden forest spiders, he would go as far as to tease Ron about having a crush on me but I assured him Ron had a thing for Hermione. Fred took longer to warm up to me though, I thought he hated me at first but he’s a sweetheart, just was shy, I understood why with my house being what it was.

“Ah, my favorite imposter. How are you Y/N?” George asks. I turn around from my position on the couch, grinning up to George and Fred. The Gryffindor common room had become like a second home to me. I believe I spend more time here than my Slytherin common room, the portrait just lets me in, although I believe that may be because it was hexed by the twins.

“I am doing swimmingly George, although I would be doing better had you two arrived on time.” I said, still smiling. It was no secret that the boys tended to make plans and be anywhere from 20 to nearly 40 minutes late.

“Have you ever considered that you are always early? We never said 2 o’clock I remember us saying 2-ish.” Fred said as he plopped down on the couch. He adjusted for a moment finally sprawling about and placing his head in my lap. He grinned up to me and I could feel my face begin to flush. I turned my attention to George who promptly smacked Fred on the forehead, I assume for taking all the space up on the couch before sitting on the floor in front of us.

Finally, I spoke again once I knew that my voice wouldn’t falter. “2-ish does not mean after 3.” I flicked Fred on the head and he yelped dramatically and placed his hand over his heart with a hurt look on his face.

“You can’t act like you want our company and then bully us!” Fred said, drawing out his dramatics. I rolled my eyes.

“Wrong.” I chirped, looking down at the beautiful boy under me. I nearly forgot to speak, I was so transfixed on his eyes. “I’m not bullying George.”

George snorted and threw his head back laughing. Fred glared at me and stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. My eyes moved down looking at his lips. Don’t stare at your best friend’s lips Y/N. I shook my head at the thoughts of Fred’s lips and instead looked at George who was smirking at me. He had caught me multiple times ogling at his twin. The first time he confronted me about his question was “Why not me, I’m obviously the better-looking twin!” which earned him a good punch in the arm. I had never admitted to the growing crush I had on Fred to him but then again I never denied it either. That was enough for my private teasing from him. I ignored him and pressed on.

“Now will you tell me what the plan is, you keep almost telling me and I swear to Merlin if you don’t tell me this time…” I trailed off while giving them both a stern glare to which they both snickered at. I raised my hand to flick Fred again, his eyes widened with fear. “Ok fine!” he exclaimed. “George tell her before she bruises me!” He looked pleadingly at his brother who only rolled his eyes before getting up and looking around making sure we were alone. My hand was still raised and pointed at Fred’s forehead but my eyes were trained on George inspecting the common room. Before I could react Fred had lifted my cardigan and successfully shifted himself so his face was now pressed against my shirt while my cardigan covered his head.

“Hey!” I yelled while pulling my cardigan back but to no avail, his grip was on it tight.

“You can’t flick me now Y/N! My forehead is safe!” He yelled into my stomach. I looked up to George who was now sitting in front of us making kissy faces. I rolled my eyes and grabbed a pillow that I promptly chucked at his head but he caught.

Now hugging the pillow against his chest George looked very serious. He lowered his voice when he spoke. “We need you to help us with this prank because you are a Slytherin.” His eyes met mine pleadingly. My hands stopped wrestling Freds for ownership over my cardigan as I looked at George.

“Haven’t I already told you guys I’m not helping you torture my house because then my house would torture me? Do you not remember last year?!” I huffed. I hadn’t forgotten the year before when I let them hang out with me in the Slytherin common room. They had offered to help me study but they had ulterior motives, motives which laid with turning most of the other students in the common room into birds. Once I realized what was happening which wasn’t long after a few screams and a lot of feathers being strewn about, I had grabbed the back of their collars and threw them out. Even after shutting the door in their faces, I could hear them laughing on the other side. I spent the rest of my evening burning their Feathered Figs and transfiguring birds back into students. It didn’t upset me too much until I had about five teary first years coughing up feathers and sobbing. I rushed all the ex-bird people to Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing who took care of them.

Soon enough, Snape had found out, rushed into the hospital wing, grabbed the back of my neck, and pushed me out. Once we were out of earshot he let out on me, he demanded to know the origins of the candies and I took the fall. Saying that I had bought some candies from Honeydukes and Zonkos for friends and got them mixed up. He huffed and gave me a week of detention. It took me two weeks to even look at the twins, they had done everything in their power to try and get my attention on them again but I ignored them. Purposely sitting with Cedric or Luna every day at lunch and dinner.

After a week and a half of me ignoring them, I was sitting in the courtyard with Cedric. It was our Tuesday tradition to spend the afternoon together doing homework or more likely procrastinating together. Ever since my first year, even after I was sorted in Slytherin, Cedric made time to be with me. He didn’t care so much as some other people who I thought I was friends with before, he said he knew I was a kind person and didn’t see that changing. His kindness was something I always appreciated. Something I didn’t always appreciate was his ability to read me. He always seems to know what is bubbling under the surface, and always knew exactly what to say to help. In this instance, it was to hear the twins out. I remember us fighting about it but in the end, he was right. I had been missing their company more than I had liked to admit, and in my attempts to ignore them I had also been ignoring Harry, Hermione, and Ron.

The guilt ate away at my chest and I went to the Black Lake, a place the twins and I would meet to blow off steam. Almost like they had telepathic powers, they arrived nearly five minutes after I did, both panting heavily as though they had sprinted from across the castle. Fred was teary-eyed and George held a guilty look on his face. They hugged me at the same time and told me how much they have been dying without me. I laughed, then cried, which freaked them both out because they hugged me with too much force. I smacked them both on the head.

“Don’t ever use me like that again,” I said sternly. They both nodded looking guiltily at their feet. “Because Merlin I missed you so much.” Their heads snapped up and they smiled, I smiled back. “It’s damn hard to stay mad at you.” I laughed out the words and their smiles grew. “Especially when you are stalking me.”

Fred and George glanced at each other then laughed. I gave them a puzzled look. “We weren’t planning on stalking you.” George grinned.

“Not that intensely at least,” Fred added and George shook his head again. “After 3 days Hermione sat us down and lectured us. She told us about your detention, how you took the fall for us-” “Made us feel like foul gits, she did.” George piked in, crossing his arms. Fred nodded enthusiastically. “She told us if we had just driven away one of her best friends and-” he untucked his arms to use air quotes, “The only other girl in the group.” He rolled his eyes. “She would make us wish we weren’t born. I told her you were more like one of the guys in the group and well, she didn’t like that at all.” His eyes went wide at the end of his sentence. I smacked him on the arm.

“Well I don’t either you git!” I laughed. “At least I know Hermione will always have my back.” I threw my hand on my chest rather dramatically.

“I will too you know,” Fred spoke up. I looked at him with my brows furrowed. Did he really just? “have your back, I will always be there.” He smiled softly at me and my knees felt like they were going to give out. Something about his soft smile just made my heart swell up.

We spent the rest of the evening at the lake. Eventually, I laid my head in Fred’s lap, my feet residing in the lap of George. Talked so much that we missed dinner. I hadn’t noticed how late it had gotten until I saw the darkened windows of the castle indicating that everyone had moved up to their dormitories. I shot straight up, bringing myself then the two boys to their feet before jogging towards the castle. They walked me to the Slytherin common room through a secret passage they had found the year prior. Once we got to the painting I looked at both of them. We all had a sudden hesitance to do anything, but not wanting to leave.

“Well,” I coughed the word out. “Goodnight then.” I smiled at them weakly. George pulled me into one of his famous bear hugs. I laughed into his chest and hugged back. When he finally released me I turned to Fred. My cheeks were burning but it was too dark for him to notice and thank Merlin for that. He quickly wrapped me up as well but his hug felt different. His hands didn’t rest on my back like Georges did, they wrapped around my waist and brought me in tightly. His head was placed in the crook of my neck. With his hands and breath on me, I was feeling dizzy. I stood on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around his neck and shoulders.

“I don’t want you to go, we just got you back.” He murmured into my neck. I squeezed him into me as a response to tell him I felt the same, not trusting my voice to remain steady, before releasing him. When I looked back at him his face resembled a kicked puppy, he looked sad, his brown eyes which usually gleamed with mischief were now glossed with sadness.

“We could always sneak her into our dorms,” George said, raising his brows at me. “I think I’ve done it about a dozen times with Angela, really easy.” Fred and I both stared at George with our jaws on the floor. After realizing what he had said George turned red. “N-Not like that!” He said loudly. Fred and I looked at each other, we both had the same look on our face- disbelief. Soon enough the secret passageway was echoing with laughter. I had to grab Fred’s arm to balance myself, my own laughter causing my legs to feel like jelly and my stomach to cramp up. He was quick to support me by placing his arm around my waist and pulling me into him, my hands rested on his chest but I couldn’t think of it to be flustered. I was still struggling to breathe and stop laughing.

“Really mate, did you have to bribe her?” Fred asked between chuckles. George didn’t respond; he just huffed angrily and leaned against the wall very over our antics.

After grabbing some things I would need from my dorm I spent the night in Fred’s dorm. George told me he simply would not have me because I continued to giggle about the thought of him and Angela together while sneaking into the Gryffindor common room. I didn’t think much about it until George excused himself for bed, not before winking at me and making glances between me and Fred. My face turned red but Fred didn’t notice too busy focusing on finding a sweater to sleep in. He and I sat and talked for a while.

“I can leave so you can change. You probably don’t want to sleep in your uniform.” He laughed while standing. I immediately facepalmed myself for forgetting to bring nightclothes. Fred noticed. “Of course you did.” He laughed seemingly being able to read my mind.

“Shut up! You wouldn’t have thought to grab a new uniform if the roles were reversed and I got that!” I huffed, embarrassed. I stood too and shook off my robe. “My uniform isn’t too bad, I can just sleep in it.” Fred looked at me like I had grown a second head. “What!?”

“You’re going to be uncomfortable!” He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes. “It’s not that bad Fred.” I smiled.

He began to ruffle through his drawer and mutter to himself. Finally, after going through all of his drawers he handed me a pair of sweatpants that looked like they wouldn’t have fit Fred in years. His legs were far too long. Before I could say anything he was taking off his F sweater, as he did his shirt was pulled up and exposed his midriff. He handed me that too and I stared at the clothes instead of him, my cheeks burning. “I’ll be outside the door, let me know when you’re finished.” He stood there for a second longer, hesitating like there was something else he needed to say or do. But then he was out of the room without another word.

I pulled my uniform off, actually excited to be out of it. I pulled the sweatpants on first, they pooled at my ankles and slid down my hips. I tied the strings tighter to fit my frame more comfortably before cuffing the bottom of the pants so I wouldn’t trip on them. Then I slid Fred’s sweater over my head. It smelled just like him which made me smile, the sleeves ended past my fingers, and the bottom of the sweater ended a little past my mid-thigh. I smiled to myself while I could, there was something so comforting about being in his clothes even when they were so oversized.

I let him back into the room and he looked at me for a moment. Having his eyes rack over my body made me suddenly very self-conscious and I hung my head to hide my red cheeks. He quickly walked over to the bed and grabbed the sleeve that hung from my hand, pulling me with him. “You should read to me that muggle book you keep talking about.” He finally spoke.

My cheeks burned red. “You remembered?” He hummed in response while moving his other arm under his head. He turned to look at me. “Did you bring it?”

I scoffed. “You know I take it everywhere with me.” He grinned at me. “That I do, go get it.”

I spent the next long while reading to him. He was quick to ask questions which I had to refrain from answering and spoiling the future chapters. When my speech began to slow he instructed me to move and give him the book. I laid my head on his chest and listened to it rumble as he spoke. He continued to read with a lot of enthusiasm. I don’t remember much but I do remember waking up in his arms the next day.

“Y/N!” I snapped my head up, pushing the events of last year back to the depths of my mind. It didn’t mean anything. I had to remind myself. Fred was a touchy person, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had done that with many people, that being said I never asked. I knew that if my suspicions were true my heart would shatter that I wasn’t for a fact special to him. I didn’t want to ruin my memory of that night. It was something I thought back to quite a bit.

“How many times are you gonna make us apologize for that?” I smiled smugly and rolled my eyes.

“I didn’t ask you to apologize again, just not include me in pranks against my house.” I sighed. Fred had finally released his hold on my cardigan and pulled his head out. His long hair was a mess and some of it had fallen into his forehead. He looked up at me with a smile I couldn’t help but smile back.

“That’s the great thing Y/N, the prank isn’t against your house technically speaking.” He shot me a wink that made me giggle. I brought up a hand and brushed his hair out of his face. “And how is that, technically speaking.” I made sure to draw out technically the same way that Fred did and I looked between the two brothers. They were looking between themselves almost as if they were speaking telepathically.

“It’s on Snape,” George said smugly. “So technically not your house, just the head of the said house.” My eyes shot open and I jumped up knocking Fred off of me in the process. I could hear him whisper something but I was too caught up in the multiple thoughts running through my head.

The boys looked at me expectantly, Fred rubbing the back of his head where it had made a harsh impact with my knee.

“How can I help?” I grinned wildly, this was going to be my favorite prank yet.

Chapter Two

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E1: The One Where It All Begins//F.W.

Series Summary: FRIENDS but with Harry Potter characters after Hogwarts graduation, trying to figure out their lives and relationships. Non Voldy AU. Begins around the end of FRIENDS season 4 with The Wedding (except this first one) and semi follows plots in season 5. Partially inspired by @lunalovecroft but follows different episodes and plots.

Pairing(s): Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader, Romione, Hinny, Georgelina

Warnings: Mentions of food/drink, suicide joke (very brief and light, nothing graphic), slight language, mentions of sex/strip clubs

Summary: It’s been 3 years since Y/N graduated from Hogwarts and moved into an apartment in Diagon Alley. Her life with her friends is simple and predictable, until a girl she hasn’t seen in years walks through the coffee shop door.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: My first fic posted to tumblr! Probably going to be a 5-10 part series I haven’t decided yet

Based on FRIENDS S1 E1

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“There’s nothing to tell! It’s just some guy I work with”

You waved your hands frantically at the people questioning you, trying not to spill your coffee on your new sweater and plaid skirt, apparently to no avail. You huffed as the latte sloshed over the edge and landed in a heap on your lap. The redhead sitting next to you, your roommate and closest friend Ginny, grabbed some napkins to help clean you up.

“C’mon,” spoke a voice, coming from the chair to the left to the couch upon which you were sitting. “You’re going out with a guy, there’s gotta be something wrong with him!”

“So does he have a hump, a hump and a hairpiece?” came another voice, this time from off to your right.

Rolling your eyes you replied to the almost identical voices coming from identical people. “Oh sod off you two, like you haven’t gone out with some whack jobs.”

Ginny laughed as her twin brothers, George and Fred respectively, mumbled and settled back in their seats. She helped clean up any coffee that spilled on the couch before realization dawned on her. “Wait, does he have a small penis?”

Three groans came out simultaneously from the group, ⅔ of which were from Ginny’s siblings.

“What? I just don’t want her to go through what I did with Dean, aww.” She looked off into the distance as if in a trance, remembering her time with the boy she dated back when you were all attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

“You know you have a boyfriend, right?” Ginny smiled sheepishly at the words coming from her boyfriend, the infamous Harry Potter, known also as the boy who lived. If it wasn't for his mom sacrificing herself for him, Voldemort wouldn’t have died for good that Halloween night. Imagine if he was somehow brought back, what a series that would be.

“Ok, everybody relax,” you said, returning the conversation to your dating life. “I have no idea how big or small his dick is, Ginny.” You scoffed and her brothers gagged at their sister’s discussion of her and her ex’s sex life. “Besides, this isn’t even a date. It’s just two people going out to dinner and not having sex.”

Harry, the quietest one of your group, spoke up. “Sounds like a date to me.” You threw your dirty napkins at him and he ducked the toss, hiding his chuckle behind his coffee cup.

Ginny got up to order a cappuccino, her usual at the Diagon Alley coffee shop. After the twins started their joke shop, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, and the rest of you graduated, you and Ginny decided to get a place together down the street from the popular business. Being the same year as Harry and one of Ginny’s other brothers, Ron, you stayed in touch with the boys after graduation and they eventually found an apartment right across the hall from yours. With the 6 of you--Ginny, Ron, Harry, Fred, George, and yourself--living so close to each other, you began to spend all of your free time together, usually ending up lounging around the coffee shop until the owner kicked you all out.

“Do you guys want to hear about a dream I had last night?” It was Fred who had spoken, the slightly older and slightly more attractive twin, in your humble opinion.

“If it’s another sex dream about Snape, Freddie…” The group howled with laughter and you threw a hand to your mouth, silently cursing yourself for giving up the secret your friend had told you months ago.

“You arsehole!” he yelled, not actually meaning it. He buried his face in his hands, trying to cover the deep red spreading through his cheeks.

You tried to hold back your laughter but it bubbled out as you apologized. “I’m so sorry Freddie, it just came out! Kind of like in your dream when--”

“Y/N!” He jumped out of his chair and launched himself onto you, covering your mouth with his hand. You were bent over, holding your stomach with laughter. Ginny returned looking extremely confused.

“What’s so funny?” Fred gave you a look, telling you that you were dead meat if you mentioned this to his sister. You shrugged at him and nodded. You would just tell her once you two got home anyways.

“Your darling brother here was just about to tell us about a dream he had.”

Ginny groaned loudly, plopping down in her usual spot on the couch. “Is this like the one about Snape--”

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?”

Oh. Maybe you had already told Ginny. Whoops.

After a few more rounds of laughter and jesting at the oldest of the friend group, Fred finally told his dream, consisting of nudity, a wand for a penis, and a very interesting Howler from his mother.

You were all in hysterics, Harry wiping tears from his eyes and Ginny switching spots with you to throw her legs over her boyfriend's lap. It was at that moment that the final member of your 6 person friend group, Ronald Weasley, Gryffindor’s King, moped into the café.

He trudged over to the couch and chairs that your group had practically claimed as your own. “Hi.”

“Wow,” said Ginny, “my brother says hi I wanna kill myself!” Harry slapped Ginny playfully on the shoulder as she moved and nuzzled into his chest.

You stood up to meet your oldest friend. During Hogwarts you and Ron were inseparable. You did everything together, usually along with Harry and another girl, who you hadn’t spoken to in years. You laid a hand on the sulking man’s shoulder. “You ok sweetie?” you asked.

Ron huffed and sat down on the couch. “I just feel like someone reached down my throat, grabbed my small intestine, pulled it out of my mouth and tied it around my neck.”

“Cookie?” The younger twin spoke up, trying to defuse the tension but only making it worse.

You sighed and realized you would have to explain the situation, even though almost everyone there was his family and should have known what was going on already.

“Padma moved away today.” Your words were met with a chorus of ‘ohs’ from the group. George leaned over to pat his brother’s shoulder and Fred stood up to buy him a coffee.

“I’ll be fine, alright really everybody,” Ron said. “I hope she’ll be very happy.”

“No you don’t,” said Harry.

“No I don’t, to hell with her she left me!”

Ginny almost let out a chuckle but figured right now was not the best time to tease her hurting brother. Unfortunately, her other siblings didn’t have the same idea.

Fred returned with the coffee and he and George spoke at the same time. “And you never knew she was a lesbian?”

Ron facepalmed and groaned into his hand. He was growing increasingly tired of you all making fun of him for his relationship with Padma. After their date to the Yule Ball they dated on and off for the rest of their time at Hogwarts. They stayed together after graduation, going out consistently for the last 3 years. Ron was even considering a proposal soon, but that was when Padma came out to the world and let Ron know she was moving to the country with her old “roommate.” Needless to say he didn’t take it well and your friend group never let him hear the end of it.

The youngest Weasley brother kicked George’s shin as he continued to laugh. “No, ok? Why does everyone keep fixating on that? She didn’t know, how should I know?

“Sometimes I wish I was a lesbian.”

You all turned to the end of the couch, where two voices spoke in unison. However, these weren’t the constantly in sync voices of the twins. Harry and Ginny had both spoken those words out loud and were now staring incredulously at each other.

“Harry--”

“Ginny--”

“Well mates, it looks like you two have got some things to work out, and I would appreciate it if that didn’t happen in front of your family.” Fred winked at the couple before turning back to Ron. “Alright Ron, look. You’re feeling a lot of pain right now.”

“You’re angry,” interrupted George.

“You’re hurting.”

The twins leaned in toward their little brother. “Can I tell you what the answer is?” George asked.

Ron nodded reluctantly and the twins sat back and nearly screamed their solution. “Strip joint!”

“You two are disgusting” you said, suddenly losing your appetite.

Fred wiggled his eyebrows at you. “You’re just saying that because you don’t get anything out of it! How about afterwards we go back to your place and I put on a little show for you?”

At that comment everyone took turns slapping Fred upside the head, you going back for seconds.

Ron was still sulking, not having even touched his coffee.

“C’mon, ickle Ronniekins!” George began. “You’re single, have some hormones!”

You met Ginny’s eyes and shared a similar annoyed look. It was difficult only having one other girl in a friend group of 4 boys. Sometimes you wished you had someone else to help balance the group out.

“See George I don’t want to be single, ok? I just, I just wanted to propose to her! To be married!”

The ringing of the bell above the coffee shop door grabbed your attention, and you almost spilled your coffee again. Walking into the building, wearing a full wedding dress, makeup and hair done and all, was your old friend. The one you hadn’t seen since you graduated 3 years ago. The one you hadn’t heard more than a peep from in forever.

“Hermione?”

Fred looked between his youngest brother and the mystery bride, complete confusion on his face. “And I just want a million galleons!” He stuck his hand out as if expecting the coins to fall from the sky. You pushed past him and made your way to your old friend.

The brunette turned at the sound of your voice and her face lit up. “Oh Godric, Y/N hi! I was just at your apartment and you weren’t there and then this guy with a big hammer, who probably should have a background check done on him I’ll write to your landlord about that, but he said that you might be here and you are, you are!”

You grabbed the hysterical girl and walked her over to your group. Hermione Granger, the girl who was usually so logical and under control, was going absolutely crazy.

“Ok umm,” you started. “Hermione, this is the gang. You remember everyone right? I mean there’s Harry and Ginny, she and I share an apartment right next door. Then Fred and George, we’ve been spending a lot of time together over the past few years. Oh, and obviously Ron, he’s sulking in the corner.”

Ron shot daggers at you as he stood up to give Hermione a hug, which ended up a disaster of a mess as he dropped a jelly donut on her white dress. The boy sat down as Hermione said hi to everyone, greeting Harry and Ginny with massive hugs.

“I didn’t know you hung out with the twins, I thought they always saw us as their little brother’s annoying friends. I guess I’ve missed a lot, huh?”

“Yeah, why do we hang out with them George?”

“Because it’s either that or have mum at our throats for not spending time with our siblings.”

“Ah, that’s right.”

Hermione scooted in between Ron and Ginny, sighing and staring at the coffee table in front of her, oblivious to the 6 pairs of eyes boring into the crazy woman before you. Having no spots left to sit you walked toward Fred who gestured to his lap with a sly look. You rolled your eyes at the boy and muttered a “you wish Weasley” before sitting on the arm of the chair, letting your ginger friend grab your hand and fidget with the rings on your fingers.

“So you wanna tell us now, or are we waiting for 4 wet bridesmaids?” Hermione looked at you apologetically before she spoke.

“Oh Godric, well. It started about a half hour before the wedding. I was in Bulgaria with Viktor’s cousins, all wonderful ladies by the way, and I was looking at his staff, y’know the big one he carries around that makes him so attractive?”

You and Ginny nodded, along with Ron who seemed to be daydreaming about the Quidditch star.

“Well, I’m looking at this staff, this rough rugged staff, and I realized...I realized that this staff has more intellect and substance than Viktor! And then I got really freaked out, and then it hit me. How much Viktor looks like Mr. Potato Head.”

You and George made eye contact across the room trying to communicate with your eyes whether or not you should all bolt and leave the crazy girl behind.

But she continued. “I mean, I always knew he looked familiar but, anyway, I just had to get out of there and I started wondering, why am I doing this and who am I doing this for? I thought I loved Viktor, and moving to Bulgaria helped me with foreign ministry practices, but I just, I wasn’t thinking. Or maybe I was thinking too much? I don’t know.”

Ginny rubbed her friend’s back and Hermione leaned into the touch. “So anyway,” she said, looking at you, “I just didn’t know where to go and I know that you and I have kinda drifted apart since Hogwarts but you were the only friend I knew who was living in Diagon Alley--albeit I didn’t know you were living with Ginny but it’s a great surprise to see you.”

You took a second to process everything that was happening, not even realizing your other friend had begun to soothingly rub your back. “Your only friend in Diagon Alley, who you haven’t written to in years and who wasn’t invited to the wedding?”

Hermione rubbed her temples in desperation and you knew you could never actually be mad at the brightest witch of her age. “I was, I was really hoping that wouldn’t come up. I’m so sorry about that, Y/N, and Harry, and Ron, and even you Ginny.”

“Wow, alright then,” the twins spoke in unison again.

Hermione scowled at them, her already bad mood being worsened by their jokes. “In my defense you two never really liked me in the first place.”

Fred was about to say something but you shushed him, fearing that more likely that not it would be something offensive to the scared girl.

You stood from your uncomfortable seat and lifted your friend up by her hands. “I was just thinking about how great it would be to have another girl around. And Ginny and I do have an extra room that we were going to rent out, but seeing as an opportunity has presented itself…”

The young witch’s face beamed with happiness as she threw her arms around you. “Thank you Y/N, thank you so much! I’m still working for the Ministry so I can pay rent, and I’m sure there are things I can do to fix up the apartment, the building looked a little, umm, under the weather when I went to find you, and I can get closer with you and Ginny, and obviously catch up with you boys, and--”

Hermione continued to ramble on, but you drowned her out as you felt a warm breath next to your ear. Fred had snuck up behind you and was bent over your shoulder, whispering softly.

“She’s going to be a real handful, isn’t she?”

You elbowed the boy and turned to look up at him, giving a knowing smile. “As if you aren’t. Besides, I have a feeling that having Hermione here is about to make our lives a lot more interesting.”

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weasleylovers · 3 years

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Hey guys! I’m posting this for anyone who writes Fred Weasley imagines (Fred Weasley x reader)! I have a lot of ideas and since I’m not a writer, I’ll be posting them on here and ANYONE is welcome to take these ideas and write them. Please do! And tag me please, I want to read them!

- most of these will be after the war imagines and Fred lives because he shouldn’t have died! I said it! He shouldn’t of!

- a imagine about Fred leaving the wizarding world after almost dying during the war and meeting a muggle (reader) at a bookstore. But plot twist, she turns out to be Hermione’s sister who don’t get along. Maybe they don’t get along because Hermione stoped talking to her once she became a witch and the reader being her big sister felt alone and sad. And maybe we see them rekindle their relationship. (After the war)

-being Cedric’s twin sister (or younger sister) and naming your first born boy after your late brother with Fred Weasley (after the war)

- one about Fred likening the reader but gets jealous when she’s with Cedric but he doesn’t know there really brother and sister. Twins. (During 5th or 6th year)

- Fred trying to do the Im breaking up with you because I’m not in love anymore. And you overhear him yell goerge so you get him back but doing the “I’m in love your Ron.” Joke. Jealous, crying Fred who begs you to give him another chance and he’ll treat you better then Ron. (During 5th or 6th year)

- doing the I kissed another girl prank, and reader crying a lot, but she knows it’s a joke cause Harry and Ron tell her and reader gets him back by saying, I cheated on you to prank. (During 5th or 6th year)

- George getting a new girlfriend who still can’t tell apart the twins and kisses Fred who is reads fiancé. And reader sees and thinks Fred doesn’t love her anymore so she leaves. But she doesn’t see Fred pushing off George’s girlfriend. And saying, he has a wife. And Fred looks for her and finds her crying somewhere. Cute ending where there happy. (After the war)

- or Fred dating Harry Potter twin sister who looks like lily. And is snapes favorite student and is always so nice to her and always protecting her. Maybe them walking around at night and Snape catches them but let’s them go because reader looks really excited and happy for the date. (During 5th or 6th year)

- another one could be muggle/Dursley/Harry’s cousin reader, but when Fred meets her he doesn’t know. And they fall in love. But when it’s time how will she react when she finds out Harry is Fred’s brother in law. And she wasn’t even invited to the wedding. Maybe Harry and reader where really close as children because she always protected him and treated him like a brother. And he forgots about her. Cute ending. (After the war)

- one about Fred being in love with the reader who is the Trio’s best friend since first year. And now there way older, the war is over and they feelings for each other are out. But Ron (who sees her like a sister, his twin sister because maybe they have the same birthday) is upset because if they were to break up, he would have to chose a side. And he loves them both, he doesn’t want them to get hurt. Happy cute ending tho! (After the war)

- something eles could he Fred having a son he doesn’t know about, but he gets sick and needs Fred’s blood, the reader needs to find Fred and ask for blood and tell him. Maybe you can fast forward a couple years where there a real family. And love each other deeply. (After the war)

- maybe on about reader and George secretly trying to date when Fred and Angeline are together. Back in hogwarts. But it doesn’t work out. And after the war it’s Ron’s birthday and they play truth or dare and Ron says, “remember when we caught reader and George kissing in the common room” or something like that. And Fred who’s the reader fiancé and Angeline who is George is girlfriend are both shocked and mad. But of course reader and George get upset to, and reader says, “well you two can’t say anything because you knew I liked Fred Angeline and you Fred can’t talk because I’m not...to upset you dated my best friend.” Both Fred and reader get insecure but everything works out in the end because they were meant to be. Cute lovely ending (After the war)

- (warning this one can be sad! Please don’t do unless you’re comfortable with the topic) your kids and Fred pulling a prank on you so you get them back by saying your done and your leaving without them. And tell them you never want to see them again. (Like walking out) and then all the kids crying and telling you they love you. Cute ending! (After the war)

- taking you kids to platform 9 3/4 and being really emotional to let them go but Fred tells you, I’ll be okay. Maybe them being afraid to let you go as well because they don’t want to be without you. Cute family moment. (After the war)

- Fred and reader being married! And the reader is a couple months pregnant and they find an abandon baby outside late while closing the shop. And they get attached to it and adopt apout it. Happy ending! (After the war)

- reader being a single mother to a three year old son and dating Fred. And Fred is the perfect father to a son that isn’t his. Maybe you can fast forward some years where Fred officially adopts son as his own. And reader is so happy. (After the war)

- reader and Fred being married but a new employee getting to close to Fred which upsets the reader and makes Fred uncomfortable. But she’s a good businesswoman so they don’t fire her. But things go to far when she threatens the reader and says Fred will be hers sooner or later. Fred and George overhear this and fire her immediately and we see a overprotective and loving husband Fred take action! (After the war)

- Fred dating Draco Malfoy’s twin sister and Narcisa and Lucis accept it because they’ve never seen the reader so happy. Maybe we can see all the Weasley warm up to her and Draco who is the readers best friend not just her older twin brother warm up to Fred. (After the war)

- one about the reader being Fred’s best friend but when he gets with angelina and says, “she’s like a sister.”, she can’t take the pain and moves schools. Years later, they see her again but she’s changed in a good way. Maybe George is getting married to Angeline but Angeline can’t help but feel jealous who George acts with the reader (who he only sees as a sister) but it doesn’t look that way. And Fred was in love with her before she left, but thought she loved George so he got with Angeline which was dumb. and they find out there. Cute ending where they get together! bonus where they end up getting married years later. (After the war)

- being the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and Lucius Malfoy is revealed after the war and was a death Eater to protect her younger half brother. Plot twist is she saved Fred from the wall and Fred had a huge crush on her in hogwarts. Happy ending! (After the war)

- Fred liking an older reader, maybe she’s Charlie’s age and is friends with him. But things happen and they end up liking each other. And she’s worried about what his family will think cause she older. Fred loving her so much, and doesn’t care. (After the war)

- Fred telling his twin daughter how he meet their mother (the reader) and how he fall in love with her. A bedtime story. (After the war)

- being ginnys best friend and dating Fred without her knowing because you don’t want to upset her. Maybe she finds out after trying to set reader up with someone and Fred gets really jealous. (After the war)

- pretending to be Charlie Weasley fake girlfriend for a family dinner so Molly will stop setting him. But have a special connection with Fred, maybe things happen and Fred falls in love with her. And feels so bad because she’s his older brothers girlfriend but they both tell him it was a act and they kiss :))) that would be so cute! (After the war)

- being Fred’s ex-girlfriend after he breaks up with you to keep you safe. And you parents want you to get married and since you don’t have Fred, you agree to the arrangement wedding and Fred shows up and stops it. Asking for you to no choice him and that he’s still in love with you! Happy ending! (After the war)

- being Snape’s daughter and falling in love with Fred, maybe it’s your wedding day. But you dad died during the war and it hurts to think about him not walking you down the aisle. And being really emotion. Cute fluff ending with Fred telling you I’d be okay and that he loves you so much. Maybe even asking George to walk you down the aide for your father. (After the war)

- Fred Weasley imagine where he finds a cat animagus and he takes a liking in it. Maybe she’s hurt and he helps her, but she’s stuck somehow. And he’s with her all day, then later during dinner, she falls asleep on his lap, and suddenly she turns back into a person but she’s asleep in Fred’s lap, and everyone’s shocked to see who it is. it’s Draco Malfoy’s best friend who’s in slytherin. Maybe Fred’s always had a crush on her and she likes him back. (During 5th or 6th year)

-Fred Weasley imagine where the reader is a neville Longbottom older sister but she never went to Hogwards so after the war when the Weasley see Neville there all shocked to see he had a beautiful sister, they never knew about. (After the war)

- that’s it for now!

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Waking Up In Vegas: Chapter 4

After a night of debauchery, Ron and Hermione wake up in Vegas... married.

Muggle!AU. Romcom!Romione. Slow burning, smutty, angst-fest.

Rated M for reasons.

Ao3 | FFN

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Chapter 4

[Hermione]

Hermione breathes a sigh of relief when she enters her hotel room, and the door shuts behind her. She pulls off the Chudley Cannons t-shirt and boxers, throwing them into a pile on the floor by her suitcase, before making her way to the bathroom for a shower.

Her suite's bathroom is an assault of color, too happy and cheerful to match her sullen mood. The tiles form an elaborate design which Hermione guesses is supposed to be a mermaid, but who knows, really. She stopped trying to identify any cohesive theme to the hotel's elaborate decor the moment she arrived.

As she scrubs herself clean, she can't help but wonder about last night. Did they really have sex? If they had, it would be a first for her. She's had sex before, of course, but only within the boundaries of a committed relationship. Never a one-night-stand, if that's what that was.

The idea that she and Ron Weasley might have shagged last night doesn't bother her in the way she'd expect — in fact, there's a small, but very present part of her that hopes they did. Hermione's only slept with one other man before, and her anxiety surfaces every time she imagines having sex with someone else — someone who might see her differently than her ex-boyfriend Viktor. She often wonders if there's anyone else out there that finds her attractive enough, and hates to admit that insecurity led her to stay with Viktor much longer than she really should have. It's that same fear that makes the thought of taking her clothes off in front of another man so daunting. She's often tempted to numb her worries with alcohol, and get it over with. Maybe last night she did.

Hermione glances down at her body and tries to keep her insecurities at bay, but she can't. She's never been one to concern herself with cosmetic endeavors, not like Lavender, who is always talking about tanning lotion and bikini waxes. She wonders what parts of her Ron had seen and touched, and oddly, she's desperate to know if he liked it.

She's imagined sleeping with Ron before. Not intentionally, of course. It's just a passing thought that occurs with any single, attractive, age-appropriate man, but for some reason, it happens more frequently with Ron. Neville, Dean, and Seamus, Harry's other groomsmen, are all just as attractive, but she isn't nearly as curious to know what it would be like to shag them. Maybe it's the way that Ron bickers with her and irritates her — there's something so focused about it. It's like he knows exactly how to push her buttons. Her need to learn more about him in bed must be purely academic — if he can drive her mind crazy, what might he be able to do to her body?

It's tempting to reprimand herself like she might a friend after a one-night-stand, but she doesn't feel guilty. If there's any reason to be angry with herself, it's not because she slept with Ron; it's because she can't remember it, and she really, really, wants to. For science, of course.

Unable to avoid the day any longer, she turns the shower off and reaches for her towel to dry herself. Any guilt she feels is mostly about ditching Ginny last night. This week is for Ginny, and as her maid of honor, Hermione has a duty not to abandon her to rendezvous with her brother.

She wraps her towel tightly around her body and heads back into the bedroom. The bathroom's aggressive color scheme continues into the rest of the suite, but the mermaid tiles are now replaced with lime-green area rugs, lava lamps, and an ombre accent wall that fades from white to teal. The whole ordeal feels both retro and modern, like she's entering both the past and future at the same time. While rummaging in her suitcase, she finds her phone, blinking with dozens of missed messages from Ginny. Scrolling through the messages tells her that Ginny was really worried about her last night.

Where did you go?

Are you ok?

Are you with someone?

Please text me back, I'm worried!

The phone buzzes and startles Hermione. She glances down to see Ginny's name again, this time accompanied by a new message.

Don't forget about brunch! You owe me a mimosa and an explanation! 11 am :)

Okay, Ginny doesn't sound too angry. Hermione checks the clock and groans. 10:55 am.

She extracts a clean change of clothes from her bag, which happens to be a periwinkle sundress that Ginny convinced her to buy for the trip. It's a little shorter and more revealing than Hermione would typically choose, but seeing her in it might make Ginny feel more sympathetic. Plus, if she shows up looking perfectly put-together, she might have a chance at convincing the girls that she did not get blackout drunk and shag Ron Weasley last night. Still, she imagines showing up to brunch in Ron's boxers and Chudley Cannons t-shirt, and the picture brings a smile to her lips. Of course, she'd never do that, but the look on Lavender's face might be worth it.

Hermione sends Ginny a quick text to tell her she's on her way and pulls the sundress over her head. She then stations herself in front of the bathroom mirror to work on both her hair and an alibi.

One step into the god-knows-what-themed restaurant gives Hermione an instant headache. The music, the conversation, and the smell of breakfast food and alcohol instantly remind her of her hangover. She passes the giant, decorative goblet in the middle of the room and spots Ginny's red hair, standing out against the forest-green wall paint behind her. Ginny sees her too, and waves her down.

"Hermione Jean Granger!" says Ginny as soon as Hermione sits down at the creaky bamboo chair across from her. Also at the table are Luna, Demelza, and Lavender, who eyes Hermione's dress suspiciously. "Dish!"

Ginny's already halfway through her first mimosa and is smiling brightly. Hermione instantly relaxes at her demeanor, her guilt melting away. "Dish? About what?"

"Where you ran off to last night, of course!"

"Ginny thinks you shagged someone, but I think you just went back to bed," says Lavender, and Hermione is briefly tempted to wipe the smug smile off her face with the truth, but she resists.

"What does everyone else think?" asks Hermione. Maybe they'll come up with a better alibi than she has.

"We took bets. I think you ran off and shagged a stranger, because I know there's a rebel in there somewhere," says Ginny, waving a lazy finger toward her face. "Lavender thinks you just went to bed early like a party-pooper. Luna thinks you got lost. And Demelza thinks you disappeared with Ron."

"What?" says Hermione, glancing curiously at Demelza, "Ron?"

"Yeah," shrugs Demelza. "It would make sense."

"Would it?"

"Not like that," chuckles Lavender, rolling her eyes. "It would make sense because he's the best man. Demelza thinks you two are planning something for Ginny and Harry, and that's why you two disappeared. We can't figure out where he went either, but Harry's working on finding out," she adds bitterly.

"Oh," says Hermione, breathing a sigh of relief. "I thought you meant—"

"We didn't," laughs Demelza.

"Definitely not," says Lavender cooly. "You're not his type, anyway."

Hermione turns away from Lavender, ignoring the prickle of insecurity ignited by her comment. "Well, not to let you all down, but I had too much to drink last night, so I just went back to my hotel room early. I meant to send a text, but I passed out pretty quickly."

"Knew it," says Lavender.

"As for Ron," she adds, turning back to face Lavender, "I did run into him. He was with a girl, but I don't know who she was. Super pretty, though." Hermione can't help but enjoy the flash of jealousy on Lavender's face.

Lavender meets her eyes with a scowl before dropping her gaze to Hermione's exposed legs. "Nice dress. Who's it for?"

"Sorry? Who's it for?"

"Your dress is awfully short," she adds matter-of-factly, taking a strategic sip of her mimosa.

"Oh, well," Hermione shrugs. "It's warm out."

"Well, you look very attractive. Almost like you're trying to impress someone." Lavender's cheery tone juxtaposes her icy stare. If only there was a prize for backhanded compliments, Lavender could finally consider herself a winner.

"I just like this dress," says Hermione through gritted teeth. "Who would I be trying to impress?" The table has gone awkwardly quiet, the air suddenly thick with tension.

Lavender shrugs. "Nobody. Wouldn't be worth your time," she says, bringing her mimosa back to her dolled-up lips.

Hermione rolls her eyes. Lavender doesn't seem to like Hermione, and Hermione cannot figure out why. It might have something to do with how often she and Ron talk to one another. Lavender has a habit of inserting herself into their little arguments and trying to redirect Ron's attention as if she's trying to save him from Hermione's incessant pestering. Maybe she means well, but Hermione finds it condescending.

They only ever talk about wedding logistics — It's not like they flirt. As far as Hermione knows, Lavender has nothing to be jealous of. Either way, Hermione doesn't have time to mull it over because Luna breaks the tension. "Are you sure you didn't get lost?"

"Sorry, what?" asks Hermione, having already forgotten the previous conversation.

"Last night," clarifies Luna. "You weren't lost?"

Oh. "No Luna, I wasn't lost. Why?"

Luna shrugs. "I just checked your room before I went to bed. You weren't there."

Hermione feels Lavender's piercing stare once more and tries to send a quieting glance to Luna, but Luna remains oblivious. "Are you sure you didn't get lost?" Hermione retorts. All the girls, except for Lavender, laugh.

Luna smiles wistfully. "Maybe I had the wrong room."

"Probably," says Hermione firmly, then in an attempt to change the subject, "Another round of mimosas?"

Ginny's beams. "Sure! But this round's on you!"

"Sounds good," says Hermione, rising to her feet. "I'll be right back."

It's probably in her best interest to keep the drinks flowing.

Hermione is waiting at the bar for another round of mimosas, tracing the playing cards ingrained into the counter with her finger, and mulling over her conversation with the girls. Something feels very off with Lavender, and she wonders if she suspects anything. Hermione glances down at her dress; it is awfully short. She tugs self-consciously at the hem. Lavender doesn't think she's wearing this dress to impress Ron, does she?

Sure, she wore this dress the day they arrived in Vegas, and at one point, she noticed Ron's gaze drifting from her face to her chest then to her thigh. Normally, she'd react by calling a man out on that, but with Ron, she said nothing. It was such a fleeting glance, probably because Lavender was watching, and he might not have wanted to offend her. But she also liked it. Something about his eyes on her body made her feel sexy, and it's been a while since she's felt that way. The memory of Ron's wandering eyes and how they made her feel might have been part of her motivation to wear the dress this morning. A small part, but a contributing factor nonetheless. Maybe Lavender can sense that. She seems to detect any possible interest in Ron like a bloodhound, and clearly, she still thinks Ron is her man.

A sudden voice startles her out of her reverie.

"Hey! Good to see you again!"

Hermione turns to see a woman about her age. She doesn't recognize her at all. "Hey," she says tentatively.

The woman is wearing a green jumpsuit that almost camouflages her into the restaurant's decor. Her bright pink manicure reminds Hermione of claws, and her large gold spectacles magnify her eyes, giving her the appearance of an insect. She looks like she's intentionally trying to dress as an animal, but hasn't decided which one.

"How are you feeling this morning?"

Did Hermione meet this woman last night? "I'm okay. Doing better," she adds, hoping her tone is neutral enough to be non-committal.

"Okay, that's good to hear! We had so much fun last night, by the way!"

Hermione is more confused than ever, but she feels like her opportunity to admit that has passed. "Thank you," she says instead. "I… did too. I think."

The woman laughs, an almost-maniacal cackling sound that makes Hermione shudder. "Honestly, I'm so honored that you included me. I know we just met last night, but I already feel like I've known you two forever!"

Okay, what the hell is happening?

"Oh, of course, I feel that way too!" she lies. Hermione needs to find a way to end this conversation.

"I'm glad I found you! I tried to send you this photo, but I realized this morning that I didn't have your number." She pulls her phone out of her pocket and scrolls through her camera roll. Hermione curiously looks over her shoulder, hoping that maybe this photo will spark her memory of last night. "Here it is!"

The woman shoves the phone into Hermione's face, and Hermione's jaw drops.

"I know! It's so cute, isn't it?"

It feels like her heart has stopped. She's looking at a photo of Ron holding her up, one hand is under her knees, and the other supporting her back. Hermione's arms are laced around Ron's neck, and their lips are pressed together in a passionate kiss. Above them is a sign that reads Just Married.

"That's definitely one you should get framed!" says the woman excitedly.

Hermione tries to steady her breath, but she feels about to panic. This has to be some sort of joke. "Yes, thank you," she says in the giddiest tone she can manage.

"Go ahead, send it to yourself!" says the woman.

"Right, right," says Hermione. A few clicks of the keypad later, Hemione feels her phone buzz again in her pocket. She hands the phone back to the woman.

"And now I have your number,'' she says! "We should definitely celebrate again. I will text you!"

"Yeah," says Hermione mechanically, although she knows it won't happen. "Of course."

"Congratulations again!" The woman hugs Hermione before sauntering away.

As soon as she disappears into the crowd, Hermione pulls out her phone to examine the photo. She recalls how horrified Ron was to wake up next to her and has no idea how she'll be able to have this conversation. She's tempted just to delete the photo, but she knows that won't make it go away.

Then, something jumps out at her. On the wall below the words Just Married are the words Follow your heart's desire! They're small and easy to miss, but it sounds like bad branding.

She switches her screen to search those words. A single click pulls up a website.

Erised Elopements

Follow your heart's desire!

Maybe there is a way to make it all go away.

She saves the address into her phone, right as the bartender pulls up with five mimosas. "Sorry about the wait!"

"No problem," says Hermione distractedly, pocketing her phone. She smiles and pays for the drinks before heading back to a restless table of girls.

"What took you so long?" asked Ginny.

Hermione shrugged, setting the drinks down on the table. "Busy, I guess."

"Are you ok, Hermione?" asks Luna.

"Yes, why?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm fine." Ginny looks at her with concern, and Hermione waves her off. "I'm great."

"Are you sure you haven't seen a ghost? This hotel is haunted, you know."

"No, Luna, I haven't seen a ghost." Just accidentally got married.

"Okay," says Ginny. "If you're feeling ill, just let us know. You can go back to your room and rest…"

"Actually, that might be a good idea," says Hermione quickly. "Are you sure you won't mind?"

"No, of course not," says Ginny, although Hermione can sense the disappointment in her voice.

"Sorry. I'll be ready to rally tonight, I promise." Hermione snags her purse and slings it over her shoulder. She slides her untouched mimosa across the table to Ginny. "An extra for you."

Ginny perks up and takes a sip. "Feel better, Hermione!"

"Thank you," says Hermione as she waves goodbye and turns to leave the hotel restaurant, still aware of Lavender's eyes on the hem of her dress. At first, she heads in the direction of her room. Then, checking over her shoulder to make sure the girls aren't watching, she pulls out her phone and searches the address from the website. She'll be able to fix this; she's sure of it.

#romione fanfic #ROMIONE #hp fanfiction #hp fanfic #hpromione #romione fics #muggle AU #waking up in vegas #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #ron x hermione #Ron and Hermione #ronweasley #hermionegranger

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Giving Up {Harry Potter X Reader} Part II

Disclaimer : This is not a stand alone shot. You can access the first part here.

Summary : Harry Potter and Y/N have been dating for some time. 6 months into the relationship, Y/N realises that Harry is in love with Ginny and is ignorant of the fact. Y/N manages to talk to him and makes him realise his love for her, breaking up yourself from him. [P.S : No Voldemort or Boy who lived Drama. Normal Teenage fiction]

You tried to focus on your Potions homework so hard but no matter how much you tried, You couldn't bring yourself to forget the image of Harry kissing Ginny in the common room after the Quidditch match. After you broke up with him, You both remained good friends trying so much not to be awkward around each other. It was alright till evening, when after a great Victory of Gryffindor Quidditch match against Slytherins, Harry Potter kissed Ginny Weasley in front of all the Gryffindors. You knew you had expected this coming since the time you heard Ginny's break up with Dean but it still pained you so much that you had to sneak out undetected from the common room and come back to your dorm and pretend to complete your home works.

You bit your lips trying to suppress the sobs that was threatening to come out from your lips. You heard the click of the door and hastily rubbed your eyes and face. You looked up maintaining a normal face only to see Hermione, Harry's best friend and your roommate standing there with a pityful expression.

"Y/N...",She took your name moving towards you slowly.

"Hii..!!",You smiled waving. She smiled back and slowly sat beside you. "Did you complete this? I might need some help!",You said as if everything was normal.

"No. I couldn't because of the Quidditch. The boys didn't let me!!",She replied.

"Oh..That's okay. They wouldn't want you to miss such a great match. Gryffindor against Slytherin..!!",You simply replied smiling.

"Didn't you come? I think I didn't see you there!",She asked.

You looked up from the parchment, "Huh? Nah..!!You know I am not that interested in Quidditch and Besides, I had some works to complete. So, I thought I will just miss it."

Hermione looked at you. She knew what you were telling was exactly not true. Of course, You didn't care about Quidditch but you never missed a match of Gryffindor. You can always be seen at the stands cheering for your house. She knew why you didn't come. You kind of expected something from Harry and Ginny since both are playing and you were not sure how you would react.

"You know you don't have to pretend before me..!!", Hermione spoke and your hand froze on the parchment. You looked at her putting a confused facade. "Sorry. I didn't get what you are on about!", You tried not to sound rude.

"Y/N..We have been roommates for more than 5 years now. And above that, You are my friend. Do you expect me to believe what you just said?",She asked raising her eyebrows. "And also, You suck at lieing.",She added and you couldn't help but take a heavy sigh.

"Okay..!!I know you know. But it doesn't matter. Harry is happy and Ginny is a really nice girl. I can't wish more happiness for them. I am truly happy. I swear.", You spoke keeping your quill and parchment on the bed.

You were honest when you said you are happy for them. You truly were. But still, You loved Harry once and it kind of feels painful at times but you know you will soon get over it. This is just a period.

"Then why did you come here and not join the party?", Hermione asked.

You looked at her exasperated. "FOR MERLIN'S SAKE HERMIONE, THAT GUY WHO IS SNOGGING GINNY WEASLEY RIGHT IN FRONT OF ALL THE GRYFFINDORS HAPPENS TO BE MY EX-BOYFRIEND WITH WHOM I BROKE UP SOME WEEKS AGO. DID YOU EXPECT ME TO STAND THERE AND CHEER FOR THEM? I AM NOT THAT GOOD." You took a deep breath and looked at Hermione who was looking at you shocked. Of course, She has never seen you lose your temper before. No one has. You suddenly felt sorry for her. She is not at fault after all. "Oh. I am sorry Hermione. I didn't mean to say all those things. It just that........ See, I am happy for them. Honestly, but still it do pains when you see things like that. I just need some time. To get accommodated and be like before."

Hermione looked at you and simply smiled. "I understand. And I am sorry too..!!",She said.

You looked at her with a smile, "Why? You didn't do anything wrong. I was the one who shouted at you..!!"

"Nothing..!!",She shrugged. "But you do know that you will have to see such things often from now on. Right?"

You nodded. You have no idea how you are going to react. Making things awkward is the last thing you would want now.

"And running away every time may not always be possible. You want to face it. I am sure Harry doesn't do anything awkward before you but still...!! You know!!!",She said.

"Yeah, I know..!!I'll try.",You smiled and stood up. "And thank you so much. I really needed someone to yell at and be with me!",You chuckled followed by Hermione.

"Where you goin?",Hermione asked as you turned in your heels. "I though we will complete the homeworks!"

"Yeah..!!I don't feel like doing it right now. I think I will just go out and get some fresh air. Join?",You asked.

"Nah..!!I think I am gonna do my works..!!They won't let me come back here if you go now.!",She smiled and you turned around to walk out of the dormitory.

You reached the common room and saw that the party has subsided and the common room seemed almost empty. You noticed Harry and Ron sitting on the couch near the fireplace simply staring at the fire. Of course, they would be talking about Ginny since he was Ron's sister and you knew how much possessive he is of her. You thought about Hermione's words. She is true, You do have to face it. So, You walked towards them, "Hey..!!",You greeted. They looked at you and you knew they are surprised.

"Can I?",You asked pointing at the empty space beside them.

"Yeah..!!", Harry moved and you sat with them. You looked at Harry and you knew he is awkward after what happened between him and Ginny in the common room and the fact that you also saw it. Ron looked at Harry and then at you before standing up taking his bag, "I think I am gonna find Hermione and ask her help me with the essay..!!",He stood up to leave.

"She is in her dormitory..!!", You said out loud and Ron turned to look at you. He thought for a while, "Do you mind if I sneak into your dormitory?",He asked seriously and you couldn't help but laugh followed by Harry.

"I don't think I would, But Hermione and the stairs will!!",You chuckled.

He smirked, "That I can manage!!"

"Seriously Ron? Can you?",Harry asked smirking.

Ron rolled his eyes and left.

"They won't realise it! Will they?", You asked Harry chuckling.

He smirked,"Not anytime soon anyway!"

"So...Where's Ginny?",You asked and he looked at you surprised. You chuckled at him. "She left. Said she had some works to complete!"He said.

"Yeah, She has to. Her O.W.L.S are coming too..!!",You spoke and Harry nodded.

"Anyway, Congragulations both of you..!!",You greeted cheerfully.

Harry looked awkward, "Er..-Thanks!"

You smiled and stood up, "Okay then. See you around..!!"

"Y/N", Harry called you out when you turned to leave.

"Yeah?"

"Er..-I..- Thank You so much..!!I mean, I don't know, if it's not for you,I don't know if I would ever realise it. Thanks.", He smiled gratefully and you returned it.

"That's alright!", You simply said before walking through the portrait door.

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steps of falling in love (draco malfoy x f.reader)

word count: 1.1k

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step 4: learn about your prospect

"I'm not going with you."

I rolled my eyes, letting my back fall on the wooden door behind me with my hand still gracefully on the handle.

"If you want Kline you have to know Kline," I felt like a broken record at this point.

"She's a girl, can't be that hard."

I was seconds away from beating him to the floor if he didn't stop with his nasty comments.

"She's Melody Kline, she's impossible and that's why she is the only Slytherin not in an arranged marriage beside you."

I watched his eyes roll to the back of his head, finally pushing off the large desk with another stolen book in his hand.

"If anyone asked, Snape told me to tutor you," he muttered the words quickly, slipping out the room without daring to let his shoulder brush against mine.

"More like I'm tutoring you," I whisper more so to myself, but based on how face he turned around he must have heard.

He said nothing about my words, simply pushing open the door to the corridors of the castle. His fingers lingered on the door but not longer enough for me to slip through.

I rolled my eyes, pushing open the door and running to keep up with him. His feet brought him to the edge of the courtyard before he stopped. I stood beside him, looking over the different heads that sat around the courtyard.

"Morning (Y/N)," I spun on my feet, looking at a happy Neville as he waved to me. I smiled happily back.

"Morning Longbottom, how's potions going for ya?"

"Better, thank you for helping me write that paper," I watched his eyes drift to Malfoy who watched both closely. I turned back, Malfoy eyes watched Neville and I liked a crazy documentary.

"What are you doing with Malfoy?" Neville spoke softly but by the face Malfoy made he still overheard him.

"I'm helping him study for Defense," I whispered softly out but I felt a swift poke to my back, looking over my shoulder but ignoring his glare. I turned back to Neville but Malfoy cut him off.

"I'm helping her in potions," Malfoy coughed out, his head held high before Neville spoke.

"She has the top grade out of all Hufflepuff's, everyone knows that."

I smirked to myself, looking up at Neville who gave me a sweet smile and left to join Dean Thoman across the courtyard.

"You should have told me about potions," was the first thing Malfoy whispered-yelled to me as I turned to look at him with a sweet smile.

"You didn't ask," I caught sight of Melody's black curls walking across the courtyard with a few other Slytherin's and a Ravenclaw.

"Evil, you're evil," he muttered as I moved his arm, his jumping when I grabbed his black suit and pulled him into a near-by bush.

"Not my style," I spoke gently, keeping a close eye on Kline as she took a seat on one of the stone benches.

"This is incredibly creepy Kennedy," Malfoy barked out from behind me, I finally let go of his suit as I looked back to KIine and ignored his whining.

"Why can't I just go up and speak to her?"

I turned from Kline and sat on the dirt below up, giving Malfoy a deadpanned look as I went to explain why his idea sucked.

"Because you mess up with one word with Kline and it's over."

He said nothing, his stone cold eyes looking to me as if I just ruined his dreams of such.

"Why didn't you tell me about potions?"

I rolled my eyes, sitting on my tip-toes and turning to look back at Kline who was giggling with a Slytherin, someone Ky was going to have to keep an eye on to find their humor.

"Seriously, you made me look like an idiot," he whispered directly into my ear, which brought shivers to my spine with how close he seemed. As soon as he noticed he backed up, his expression was neutral as I looked at him.

"I told you, you didn't ask and the truth is nobody cares as much as you think that you're seen with me," I barked out, making sure to keep my voice quiet as we still hid in a bush.

"You don't understand-" he stopped himself, saying nothing as he looked over my shoulder and looked to Kline. I looked back, his face barely hovering over my shoulder with little sniffs. I originally thought he was crying for some odd reason but then he started talking.

"Why do I smell chocolate?"

I said nothing, my hand reaching into my pocket to pull a bar of chocolate from my pocket before letting it rest back in my robes.

"Why the world would you just carry around chocolate?"

"Professor Lupin also said it made people feel better and I agreed so if I'm ever down or I see someone else down I just give them chocolate and the gesture enough makes them smile," I didn't know why I was explaining myself but it felt simple enough so I didn't say anything.

"So you just walk around smelling like coconuts and chocolate all the time?"

I felt my eyebrows draw together, looking over my shoulder to a shocked Malfoy, His nose could have touched mine if one of us moved the wrong way.

"I noticed last time you had a bottle of coconut perfume and I smelt it in the closet," he spoke, redirecting his eyes to where Kline sat. His eyebrows drew together and he pointed. I followed his longer finger to see her getting awfully cozy with Blaise.

"Aren't you both friends?"

"Mhm-" Mafloy muttered out, keeping his eyes on Blaise who was making Kline giggle and touch his arm.

"Shit-" I spoke mostly to myself before the side of the bushes we hid in were pushed back.

I turned quickly with wide eyes as I looked at the two boys who were walking Malfoy and I with wide eyes.

"Did we interrupt something?" Ron Weasley spoke with wide eyes and a cracky voice.

"No!"

"Blimey no!"

Malfoy and I spoke at the same time, my eyes trained on Harry as he gave me a shy smile before looking back to Malfoy.

"See you around (Y/N)," Harry spoke and I felt my cheeks heat up with fiery blush.

"Bye Harry, Ron."

I couldn't believe that I even got the words out, they both let the bush close back but there was a small opening where he had grabbed the branches.

"Oh Merlin, you like Potter," Malfoy spit out his name like venom.

"I'll kill you with my bare hands if you tell a soul Malfoy."

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Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Ch. 24 of 27: Graduation

Summary: Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

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Words: 3.2k Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader, post-war Warnings: mentions of mental health issues incl. self-harm (only in like 2 sentences tho)

Four weeks until graduation …

Draco Malfoy and you were over. Whatever glimpse of happiness and fleeting bliss had been bestowed upon you – it was gone. It was gone and you were alone again. In your head, you replayed your last time together over and over and over until you felt sick to your stomach. For months did you pretend not to feel anything for him beyond friendship but damn, you loved him. You loved with him with every fiber of your body. Every thought on every day was devoted to him and him only. You looked for him in the hallways, glanced at him during class and each time your eyes met, another piece of your heart broke.

To be quite honest, you weren’t worried about yourself as much as you worried about him. You spoke to Theo from time to time, asking him about Draco. He told you exactly what you had suspected all along: his dreams had gotten worse. He skipped therapy sessions, spent his days scribbling in his black notebook instead. You knew it wasn’t fair to you but you still couldn’t help but blame yourself.

During meals, you watched him with Astoria who was glued to his side. To your surprise, she seemed happier. Even though she grew paler with each day she wore a smile on her face. An honest, happy smile. You heard her laugh and wondered if it had been this beautiful all the time. You watched her talk to Draco with a spark in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. You wanted to hate her but seeing her like this? It certainly made it harder for you to do so. Still, each time you saw them walking to class or sit outside on the grass, your stomach plummeted and on particularly bad days, tears filled your eyes.

Eventually, you grew sick of feeling this way. You had fought hard for your own happiness to return after all the shit you went through and to now have it taken away from you in an instant by him felt humiliating. The whole mess started because you wanted to hurt Ron. So how did you end up hurting instead?

You tried tuning out the pain by burying yourself in work. Studying, quidditch training, stupid parties in the Gryffindor common room – you tried anything and everything to numb down the pain. It worked. For the most part. However, your thoughts always began to stray after a while. As soon as his image popped up in your mind, you pinched yourself as if you were trying to wake up from a bad dream. One time, you did it during a therapy session and Merlin, did you regret that. The lecture about self-harm that followed was definitely not worth it.

The days grew warmer. Sunlight fell through the dusty windows of the Hogwarts classrooms, the smell of flowers and freshly cut grass filled the air. Summer had begun to knock on the door. You weren’t ready to open it yet. Once summer arrived, your life would change once again.

However, before that happened you still had to get through your exams. You dreaded the thought of taking them. These past months … well, to put it gently, your focus hadn’t been on school exactly. Sure, you spent hours upon hours in the library but you weren’t sure how much of the things you read actually stuck with you.

“Ready?”, Ginny asked you the morning of your final exams.

You glanced at her and shook your head. She laughed. “Come on, it won’t be that bad. We’ve taken thousands of exams, we’ll get through it. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Y/N doesn’t achieve the grades she needs to become an auror,” Hermione chimed in matter-of-factly. “That’s the worst that can happen.”

“Thanks, Mione,” you said dryly.

She smiled at you apologetically. “It won’t come to this, don’t worry. You got this. We all do.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

***

Two weeks until graduation …

You sat together with Ginny and Hermione at the Black Lake, feet dangling in the water, eyes closed as you enjoyed the sunrays warming your face. Ginny kept on talking about the tryouts for the Holyhead Harpies that would take place just a few days after graduation while you and Hermione only occasionally commented. You reassured her that she would do just fine. After all, there was no doubt in your mind that Ginny Weasley would join the team and have a successful quidditch career ahead of her.

After a while, the conversation shifted. Hermione worried about the amount of reading she had to do before her internship at the Ministry of Magic started, and you snorted. “They don’t expect you to know everything about the job beforehand, y’know?”

“Well, good impressions are important,” she replied.

During the whole afternoon, the topic of your future plans didn’t come up. Your friends sensed your apprehension regarding that particular topic. After the utter debacle that was your exams, you tried to forget that you were supposed to have an idea of what to do with your life in just about two weeks. You still waited on a letter from the Ministry, waited for the news that your plan had worked out. That you could become an auror, a dream you had since you could think. Yet, you screwed up and you weren’t sure if your performance in the final exams was enough to get you a placement. Thankfully, your parents were still too wound up in the whole drama Alissa brought with her. They didn’t even ask how your exams went and you weren’t mad. The importance of exams paled in comparison to the prospect of a life sentence in Azkaban.

A bee buzzed close to your ear and you opened your eyes again.

***

One week before graduation …

“You look horrible, darling.”

You rolled your eyes when Theo appeared by your side. You were on your way to the Great Hall, earlier than usual in an attempt to study a few more minutes in the library before your first class. “Thank you, Theodore. Just what a woman wants to hear before breakfast.”

He snickered. “Apologies.” Then he held his hands out, motioning you to give him some of the books in your arms to help you carry them.

“Accepted,” you said and gave him the whole pile of books instead. He groaned and you chuckled at him. “How are you then?”, you asked.

“Relieved about the fact that school is almost over.” He dodged a first year student who ran past him and one books slid dangerously close to the edge of the pile. You were surprised by how many students were already awake.

“Any plans for what comes after?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Travel.”

You looked at him in surprise. “Travel?”

“Blaise and I are going to travel around Europe for a few months,” he explained. “I need to get out of the country where everyone knows me as ‘that Death Eaters kid’ and Blaise is simply loaded with money and doesn’t want to work.” The two of you laughed at the last statement. “And afterwards …” Theo shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

“That sounds nice,” you sighed. “When will you leave?”

“After Draco’s wed-” He stopped midsentence. “Ah, shit.”

You bit your tongue. Actually bit it. “It’s official then,” you said softly. “I haven’t seen the announcement yet.”

Theo stopped. You had almost reached the Great Hall. The Slytherin looked at you with sympathy. “It’ll come out today.” He lowered his voice: “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You avoided his gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Theodore stayed quiet until you resumed your walk. “For what it’s worth, he doesn’t love her,” he finally said. The statement hurt even more.

“What a fucking mess we made.”

Theo nodded. He didn’t say anything else. When you walked into the Great Hall, he handed you the books back and softly squeezed your arm before mumbling: “I’m really sorry.”

He was right – the Daily Prophet printed the announcement of the wedding on that same day. Yet, when an owl dropped the paper onto your plate, you were oddly calm. You lowered the glass of orange juice carefully and rolled up the newspaper. Their picture was on the front page.

Astoria’s beauty was unlike anything you had ever seen. She wore a simple black dress and was glowing in the picture. She smiled widely as her gaze switched between Draco and the camera. Spooky how different she looked. You wondered if they had used magic to hide the circles underneath her eyes and the sunken-in cheeks. Draco stood beside her, wearing his trademark simple, black suit. His back was straight, his eyes focused on the camera. He didn’t smile.

As if you had felt his stare, you looked up. Draco sat across the hall at the Slytherin table, Greengrass – his fiancée – by his side who excitedly showed the article to Parkinson. You forced yourself to smile but it didn’t reach your eyes. He turned away. Just in time to miss the tears you had to blink away.

This isn’t right, you thought, none of this is right.

***

One day before graduation …

Tears streamed down your face as another sob shook your body. You stared at the letter in your hand, reading it over and over again. At this point, you had memorized every word but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

Dear Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,

When an owl brought you the letter, you didn’t open it immediately. You didn’t want to do it in front of your friends, already sensing what was written inside of it. So instead you grabbed it and went to the bleachers of the Quidditch field. High up above, where no one would interrupt you.

We regret to inform you …

It wasn’t entirely unsuspected but it didn’t hinder the tears from dwelling up. Before you knew it, they streamed down your face. Cold fear gripped your heart. This is it, you thought, it’s all over now. Your entirely life you wanted to become an auror. You had no plan b, no other option, it had always been this. And now you failed.

“Y/N?” The voice caused you to whirl around. “What happened?” Draco. His eyes widened in shock and concern when he saw your face. With three long strides he crossed the distance between the two of you.

“Draco …”, you whimpered and then he was there, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispered and held you tighter. Instinctively, you relaxed against his body and let him embrace you. It felt so right. “Shh, it’s fine, it’s all going to be fine.” He repeated over and over. Sobs shook your body while your tears drenched his uniform. It felt as if hours had passed until you finally began to calm down. With each shaking breath, the scent of his cologne wrapped itself around you.

“What happened?”, Draco asked again when no more sobs escaped you and you quietly buried your face in his shoulders. Without a word, you held up the letter. A few seconds passed and Draco snorted. “Well, their loss,” he said, audibly disgusted.

You whimpered another time. “It’s all my fault. I should’ve done more, I-I …” You wiped over your eyes. “What do I do now, Draco?”

He sighed before he answered: “Anything you want. Y/N, you’re intelligent, clever, witty, beautiful – you can do anything you want.”

“Except for becoming an auror,” you scoffed.

“Maybe. So what?” He shrugged. “Fuck them. It’s their loss.”

You remained silent. Draco had his arms still wrapped around you. In this position, you almost forgot your situation. This felt so … normal. So right, so natural. As if it was meant to be. As if he was the one to hold you in this exact moment. You thought about asking why he was up here on this night but held your tongue. A part of you wanted to believe that it was because of you. Everything started up here on the bleachers, last year in September. Right here, the two of you talked for the first time in years. A conversation, you could recall to this day. Everything began here. Maybe he came back because he hoped to find you here. You wanted to believe that.

“It’s all I ever wanted to do,” you whispered after a moment. “I don’t have a plan b. I –” Another tear rolled down your cheek. He looked at you, his grey eyes full of love and adoration, and wiped it away.

“You’re hurting, I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s going to be alright though, I promise.”

You smiled sadly. “Everything goes to shit in my life, everything! The fucking war is over and yet I can’t seem to catch a fucking breath.”

“I believe, the war will stay with us for a lot longer than we thought,” Draco whispered. He didn’t let go of you as he watched the castle in the distance. The sun begun to set and drowned the Scottish landscape in its golden light. It was a marvelous sight.

Sudden music caused you to flinch. A group of seventh year students had arrived on the Quidditch field. Loud voices and laughter mixed with the rhythm of a new popular song. They weren’t from your house, you realized.

“I should leave,” Draco said. And when you recognized Astoria’s high-pitched scream as a drunken Blaise picked her up, you knew why he was here to begin with. Not for you. For them.

“Yes, right, I’m sorry.” You cleared your throat and sat up straight. Draco let go of you reluctantly before he got up. He looked at you and you wondered if he was going to say something. But even if he wanted to, he didn’t. He only nodded and then made his way towards the stairs.

“I feel as if I should congratulate you on the engagement but …”, you suddenly spoke up.

Draco stopped and glanced at you. “Don’t.”

You saw how a shadow flickered over his face. Then you remembered something else. “Wait, I have something for you.” You reached inside your back and pulled out a picture. He looked at you in surprise when he gave it to you. It was a picture of you two from the last Christmas, taken during a dinner. Draco had his arm wrapped around you and raised a glass of wine, an amused smirk on his face. You laughed in it, covering your mouth with your hand. It was the only picture of the two of you but you loved it. It showed Draco the way he truly was. The way he made you feel every time you looked at him.

“You carried it with you this whole time?”, he asked softly. He held the picture so carefully as if he was afraid to accidentally damage it.

You gave a half shrug. “Only for the last few days. I hoped to catch you alone at some point.”

“Thank you.”

“Will I see you?”

He looked up at the question.

“After graduation, I mean?”, you clarified. “Maybe send me an owl once or twice a year? I need to know you’re okay.”

“So you can rip out my heart again, little Gryffindor?”

You opened and closed your mouth at the statement. Draco chuckled. “I’ll do it. If you promise me to reply.”

“I promise.”

You didn’t know it yet but Draco would keep his promise. However, when you received his first letter, you broke yours.

***

A few weeks after graduation …

The last day of school came and went. Funny how you had expected it to be filled with tears and laughter when, in the end, it was just another insignificant day of the year. To be fair, some tears had been shed. Long hugs with your friends and promises to stay in touch were shared on the train station in King’s Cross before all of you parted ways.

Your parents picked you up. They looked like mere shells of themselves as they kissed you on the cheek. A lump formed in your throat when you saw their sad faces. They had aged immensely in these past few months, the stress had left deep wrinkles and tired eyes behind.

They didn’t speak much on this day. They only hugged you when you told them about the rejection from the Ministry. “I’m so sorry, darling,” your father had mumbled, “you’ll find something else, I’m sure.” A part of you was relieved they didn’t ask any further questions.

The next morning, your mother had asked you if you wanted to see Alissa. You didn’t. You couldn’t. The mere mention of her name made you grit your teeth. Alissa was the reason for all the suffering in your family’s life. For all the heartbreak and tears. All the sisterly feelings had shrunken during the past year. Now you were left with rage and hatred when you heard her name.

“Will you please come to the court hearing in two weeks then?”, your mother had asked when she noticed the expression on your face and you had agreed.

And here you were. Standing in your kitchen, a cup of freshly brewed tea in your hand while you listened to your parents screaming at each other upstairs. You had just come home from the hearing and now looked outside into the garden. The roses, once your mother’s pride and joy, were neglected, you noticed. Their heads hung, most of them dried up from the summer sun.

“Twenty-five years in Azkaban,” you mumbled to yourself. Alissa’s future. Twenty-five years locked away on an island. You had hoped the sentence would give you satisfaction. It didn’t. Instead it frightened you. Would Alissa survive this? Twenty-five years without seeing her family? Would your mother survive it? Or would she wither like the roses in her garden?

You took a sip of your tea and wondered how your life changed once again, now that the problem of Alissa was finally … resolved. It ended. The anxious waiting, the not knowing … it all ended. By now, she would have already arrived in the prison cell that would be her home for the years to come.

You hadn’t spoken to her. You had watched her in the courtroom while she didn’t look up at your family. During the whole hearing, her eyes were locked on the ground and she remained silent. It was the strangest sight – the broken-down woman in the dirty dress wasn’t your sister. The fiery spirit inside her had left a long time ago together with her beauty and wits. You stared at Alissa, desperately trying to find a glimpse of the sister you once knew and loved. You were unsuccessful. This woman was a stranger and your sister was dead. And you wanted nothing more than to simply move on.

“The nerve this family has,” your father muttered behind you. “Unbelievable.”

You sat the tea cup down on the counter and turned to him. The screaming had stopped, you realized. You had been so lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed how your father came downstairs again.

“What are you talking about?”, you asked.

Your father shook his head and handed you an envelope without another word. Your gaze fell onto the dark green emblem printed on the back and suddenly, your throat felt very, very dry. You’d recognize the sign anywhere. With shaking hands you opened the envelope and pulled out a card.

“Can you believe it?”, your father asked. “They actually have the nerve to invite us to his wedding?”

***

A/N: I hope you liked it! Feedback is always appreciated! We’re almost finished with this story, I’m so sad btw.

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i knew you (ron weasley x reader) part 11

part 1/masterlist

summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black of Slytherin house just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other?

warnings: SMUT

CHAPTER 11 - when the party’s over

Don't you know too much already? I'll only hurt you if you let me Call me friend but keep me closer And I'll call you when the party's over

Quiet when I'm comin' home and I'm on my own And I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

when the party's over, Billie Eilish _____________________________

Cassiah awoke to the sound of soft snoring in her room, and she startled a bit. She glanced around quickly but found nobody on her bed. It was until she saw him asleep on her floor that her heart rate calmed again – it was just Ron.

But on her floor, not in her bed next to her, like he had been the last time she'd woken up next to him.

She'd woken up to the soft sensation of gentle fingertips on her hips and a tentative tongue pressing little kitten licks to her core. His fingers were always so warm, and she felt him squeeze into the thick flesh of her hips appreciatively.

He ran his tongue in a circle over her most sensitive bundle of nerves and she shivered, letting out a quiet "ah" and leaning further into his touch.

"Good morning, baby," she heard Ron murmur from under the sheet, his voice thick and raspy with sleep in a way that made her hot all over. Merlin, she loved it when he called her that. It was a nickname only reserved for sex, and it sounded so sinful coming from between his lips.

She wanted to say something back but he'd buried his face back between her legs and she couldn't form words. He sucked her clit into his mouth and she let out a broken moan so filthy that it made him groan against her in return, the vibrations from his sound only torturing her further.

"That's my good girl," Ron whispered against her and Cassiah arched her back at his ministrations. He was so talented with his tongue and the best part was knowing how much he loved doing it. She guessed that shouldn't be too much a surprise. Everyone knew how much Ron loved to eat.

He couldn't even wait for her to wake up to get a taste of her, and the idea of that drove her absolutely mental. He'd probably woken up already hard and leaking for her.

He lapped at her entrance, pushing his tongue inside her tight walls, and used his thumb to draw quick circles over her clit. He'd only started touching her a little over a minute ago and she was already so close. She was pretty sure that if he stopped, she'd cry.

Ron moved his mouth back up to her clit and began licking and sucking faster over her. She closed her legs around his head, trying to get him as close as possible, and buried her hands in his messy red hair. He whimpered and said in between strokes of his tongue, "I love it when you're so desperate for me, Cassie. Crushing my head in between your sexy thighs. Tell me how good I make you feel, baby."

"So good, Ron," she panted, her voice high pitched and barely above a whisper, "No one makes me feel this good but you." She knew he loved to hear how she was all his for the taking and how no one could fuck her good as he did.

Ron teased two fingers at her entrance before slowly pushing them in, stretching her, all well never letting up with his tongue. She gasped at the sudden pressure.

"Merlin, you're so fucking wet for me, Cassie," Ron moaned, curling his fingers to hit just the right spot and causing Cassiah to cry out loudly. "...Dripping all over me. I want you to come for me," he urged, quickening the pace with his fingers.

"Ron," she chanted, feeling the hot pressure build in her core and knowing that she was close, "Don't stop, please, just keep doing that."

Ron didn't let up the torture on her clit or the pounding on her g spot. The sheets had long since been pushed out of the way and he looked up at her, his big blue eyes sinful as he licked a thick stripe over her. "Come for me," he demanded, and at that, she snapped, her back arching and legs thrashing as she came.

He didn't let up even as her legs shook, replacing his mouth with her thumb and drawing quick circles over her. She let him go for a minute until she couldn't take the overstimulation anymore, pushing him away and chanting, "Oh, God" over and over and over.

Ron crawled back up to her face, grinning ear to ear with pride. His face was coated in her juices and she moaned again quietly at the sight, circling her hips for friction. He looked so filthy, she wanted to kiss the little smirk off his face.

She grabbed him by the back of the head, kneading her fingers through his hair, and capturing his lips and a messy, desperate kiss.

"Are you ready for me now?" he asked against her mouth, grinding his hips against hers, "I need you so bad, baby."

"Yes," she whispered, nodding assuredly. She could feel his thick length pressing against her side and it made her core flutter. She'd known that Ron wouldn't be finished with her after making her come just once. He always ate her out before fucking her, making sure she was soaking and shaking before pushing into her.

Ron picked up Cassiah's legs and heaved them over his shoulders with such ease that she shuddered. She always forgot how strong he was until they were in bed together, when he would get dominant and take whatever he wanted. She locked her legs behind his head, begging for him to push into her. He guided his tip through her folds, coating it in her slick.

"Fuck me, Ron," she whined, "Please, fuck me."

"You want me to fuck you?" Ron questioned, still teasing at her entrance, rubbing his tip over her clit and making her gasp. "You want me to make you scream my name?"

"Yes, please," she was begging now, desperate to feel him inside her.

Without another word, Ron pushed into her, stretching her so she felt every single inch before bottoming out. They both groaned in harmony.

"Merlin, you're so tight and wet," he said.

"Do it again," Cassiah chanted, "I love it so much."

Ron pulled all the way out and slowly pushing back in, letting her feel him press against every part of her in the most delicious way. She let out a low dreamy, "Ohhh, Ron," and circled her hips against his.

He started with a relentless pace, hiking her legs even higher over his shoulders so that he could fuck into her a deeply as possible. He was rewarded with her high-pitched cries that never seemed to stop. She was a mess for him and she knew he loved it.

When she let out a particularly sinful moan, he responded with a harsh spank to her arse, and she moaned even louder.

"That's my girl," he praised, "I love how bad you are for me. Just for me. Want me to spank you again?"

Cassiah couldn't form words, she was too busy crying out his name, and getting the wind knocked out of her, but her whines and whimpers were enough of a "yes" for Ron to know what she wanted. He delivered three more smacks to her backside, and then massaged the red, hot skin he left behind with his big, meaty hands. "I love seeing my handprint on your arse," he murmured, giving her a squeeze and picking back up with his brutal thrusts.

"Ron, I'm gonna," she panted, "I'm gonna– Again." She could barely form a coherent thought. The pressure of his cock sliding against all the right places was too good.

"Come, Cassie," he said, "Come with me."

He didn't have to ask twice. Immediately, she was overcome with waves of pleasure and release, and the squeezing of her tights walls around Ron pulled him right over the edge with her.

"That's my good girl," Ron was praising her, collapsed on top of her and running a hand through her long, brown hair. Cassiah loved the feeling of his warm chest on top of hers. This was her paradise, her safe place. She reached out to wrap her arms and legs around him, holding him close and they caught their breaths.

Cassiah found her core aching at the memory. She glanced over at Ron, who was still sleeping soundly on the floor, his chest rising and falling.

She needed him so badly, but she couldn't have him. And she couldn't do anything about it herself either. Wouldn't it be wrong for her to touch herself to the thought of her ex?

She considered. There was no way that Ron hadn't jerked off the idea of her post-breakup. First of all, he was a guy, and second of all, he was Ron. She might as well call it even...

Cassiah let her hand slip under the band of her sweatpants and the lace of her panties, teasing softly over her own folds. She shuddered slightly at her own touch, remembering how it had felt to have Ron be so rough with her.

The moment didn't last long though. She heard rustling coming from the ground next to her, and a sleepy Ron calling out, "Cassie? Are you awake?"

Merlin, his morning voice. It sounded like sex itself.

She quickly removed her hand from her pants and sat up in bed to face him. He couldn't have known what she was doing. He couldn't see anything from down there, anyway. It was a coincidence.

"Yeah, I am," she replied, trying to calm her voice. So what if she was about to get off to the memory of Ron? She could be cool about this. He never had to know. "You decided to crash on the floor?"

"You don't remember the walk home?" Ron countered, a boyish grin spreading across his face as he sat up on the carpet and pushed the spare comforter off of himself.

"You know I usually don't," chided Cassiah, now sitting up herself.

Ron chuckled to himself, raising his hands to surrender that she was right. He yawned lightly. "I'm sorry about ruining your hookup for you last night. I wasn't trying to be possessive or anything, we were just both drunk and I wanted to make sure you were oka–"

"Ron, seriously," Cassiah reassured him, rising out of her bed and putting her feet into her slippers before sitting back down, "I believe you. And I definitely was too drunk, so... Thanks, for realizing," she said, blushing and ducking her head in embarrassment.

"I'll always make sure you're okay, Cassie," he said simply with a small smile.

He had no idea how much pain that one sentence hurt her – a sentence she was sure he had meant to be kind. But that was what he had said to her the day he left her: If you ever need me, you know I'll be there. That was the most painful thing she had ever heard, and now here she was, hearing it again.

"I know," she replied, not wanting to discuss it further. "Do you want to go get breakfast? I'm sure everyone's already heading down to the hall."

"Merlin, I thought you'd never ask," Ron groaned, placing a hand on his stomach, "I could eat a horse. Or two. Please, let's go."

Cassiah giggled at that, but also knew that it was most likely true. She'd never seen someone eat like Ron Weasley. She swore he had a hollow leg.

The two of them headed down to the dining hall to meet up with all of their friends at the Gryffindor table. Thankfully, everyone was arriving from different places at the same times – Dean from the Hufflepuff dorms, Fred apparently also from Slytherin where he'd gone home with some girl – so no one noticed that Cassiah and Ron were arriving together.

Fred and George both looked like hell, and so did Seamus. Cassiah found herself feeling thankful that she'd woken up without a hangover. It seemed that Ron, Dean, and Harry were similarly lucky. She also noticed that Neville was nowhere to be found, and when she looked around the hall, neither was Luna. She smiled knowingly to herself.

"Merlin, Ron, just watching you eat all that is gonna make me hurl," Seamus complained, rubbing his temples. Cassiah looked over, and sure enough, Ron's plate was already piled high with pancakes and eggs and sausages and the lot. He was tearing into it messily, complete with a bit of syrup on the side of his mouth. Cassiah wanted to kiss it off.

"Wha?" Ron mumbled incredulously through a mouthful of cornbread, "I'm hungry. Sorry that I'm not hungover, Finnigan."

"Ronnie's just built different," George supplied, jokingly messing up his brother's hair. Ron scowled at him. "Anyways," he continued, "Fred, where did you disappear to last night?"

Fred looked up from his coffee with a smug smirk on his face, "Down in the Slytherin dungeons. That's all you wanna know."

"Gross," Dean wrinkled his nose and Ron nodded aggressively in agreement.

"So," Fred continued, "Before we woke up massively hungover, Georgie and I had planned on playing a little pick-up Quidditch if any of you are still interested?"

Everyone in the group agreed to it, even Cassiah, who usually would shy away from sports. It was going to be pretty low-stakes, and they assured her that she could just fly around on a broom if she really felt like it. That was enough of a sell for her. Plus, she'd get to watch Ron play up close.

No. She had to stop thinking like that. She'd seen him flirting with other girls last night, and she'd make a promise to herself that she'd stop trying to win him back. She had to respect his wishes to just be friends. But, she supposed, that didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the view?

The said "view" right now was polishing a second, or more likely third, plate of breakfast food and sopping up the extra syrup and jam with a piece of toast. He leaned back in his chair, clutching his stomach and muffling a belch with his fist. Why was it cute and endearing when he did it? Watching anybody consume that sheer volume of fat and carbs should make her feel physically sick. But it was Ron, and this was how he was, and she loved him for it.

"Merlin, that last pancake was definitely a mistake," he announced to the group, "I'm definitely going to need a nap before we play, lads."

"Whatever, Weasley," Seamus rolled his eyes, still grumpy from his presumed hangover, "Why don't we meet around noon down at the Quidditch pitch?"

"Let's raise the stakes," George said with an evil glint in his eye that Cassiah knew all too well.

"H-how?" she asked, not really wanting to know the answer. The group fell silent, considering, until Fred broke into the most devious grin Cassiah had ever seen.

"I don't like that face," she murmured to Ron, who nodded in agreement as he sipped his orange juice.

Fred wiggled his eyebrows. "Losing team jumps into the Great Lake."

Cassiah felt her body relax when she heard his words. That was so much more benign than she thought it was going to be.

"Naked."

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Cassiah showed up to the Quidditch Pitch with her hair in a braid down her back and Ron immediately knew his concentration was fucked. She looked so effortlessly beautiful in her sweater and her leggings, which cupped her backside perfectly. But it was the hairstyle that really had him screwed. He had vivid memories of her braiding her hair like that and then giving him mind-blowing head. He felt his dick give a weak twitch in his pants and he willed it away. Bloody hell.

"Hey boys," she said casually as she approached, "Who's ready to play some Quidditch?"

His heart melted. Even the way she held her broom was cute. It was obvious she wasn't used to carrying one, let alone maneuvering her way around one. Here she was, though, ready to play.

Ron wasn't nervous about the little scrimmage. They'd pulled teams, and even with Cassiah on his team, he still thought they were set up to win. It was him, Dean, Harry, and Cassiah against Fred, George, Seamus, and Neville. Sure, Cassiah was a bit of a liability, but the twins were surely out of practice after not being at school for a year, and Ron nearly doubled Seamus in size. Dean himself was pretty decent. But what really mattered was the combination of him and Harry. Harry was an amazing flyer, and quite honestly, in the past few months, Ron had really bloomed as a Quidditch player. At this point, he was easily better than Harry and definitely stronger. He was probably the best player at Hogwarts, but he didn't want to admit it out loud.

In short, he was planning to show off, and everybody else on the team should just stay out of his and Harry's way.

The match started and Ron immediately started out rough, barreling straight towards Fred and nearly knocking him off his broom in his mission to get the ball. As a team, he and Harry scored goal after goal and didn't let a single one in. Dean even got in on it a little bit. Merlin, Ron loved the feeling of playing Quidditch. It made him feel so good about himself.

They were probably halfway through the match when he saw Cassiah fly by, a little shaky on her broom. He couldn't help but notice the defeated look on her face and the way she hung her head a bit.

Ron didn't even notice the ball soaring towards him until it had hit him straight in the gut. He grunted and grabbed it, whipping it uncharacteristically aimlessly in any direction. He couldn't get the image of Cassiah's sad face out of his face. Sure, he wanted to win the game, but...

"Time out!" he called gruffly, his voice carrying throughout the pitch. Everyone looked at him, confused, but he ignored it and gathered his teammates around.

"What's the problem, Weasley?" Dean questioned, "We're winning by a longshot."

Ron noticed that Cassiah was watching him with big, expecting eyes. It was clear to him how uncomfortable and out of place she felt, and he couldn't stand to see any of his friends looking like that, let alone her.

"I just think we ought to let everyone get a little action," he explained with a shrug, "I mean, we're far enough ahead that it should be fine."

"Weasley, I don't want to have to strip naked–"

"Obviously, Dean," Ron countered, growing frustrated, "Just– Let me show Cassiah a few things."

Cassiah looked at him, blushing at having to be tutored, but also clearly very relieved and thankful to be included. "Thanks, Ron," she said quietly.

"Course," he replied with a crooked smile, "So when we break, you stick with me, Cassie. Harry and Dean will run defense."

"Okay."

The game came roaring back to life and Ron made sure to keep a slower pace, letting Cassiah keep up with him to ride along his side. The other players whizzed past them, creating a wind that blew through their hair, but he ignored the itch to go knock them off their brooms. It wasn't all about showing off, after all.

"Wait here," he told her and she giggled,

"Where would I go?"

He took off after Seamus, swerving to intersect a pass and grabbing the ball out of the air. He circled back around the Cassiah, dodging both of his brothers in the process. He tossed her the ball gently, and she caught it, her eyes big and questioning. God, those hazel eyes.

"What am I supposed to do with this?!" she cried, completely bewildered.

"Shoot!" Ron responded with a chuckle. When she didn't move, he flew a bit closer to her to come behind her.

"I'm gonna miss, Ron," she admittedly defeatedly, "You should just do it."

He shook his head, "No. Here, I'll even line the shot up for you."

He tried to ignore how he heard cheering and scoring happening on the other side of the field. Everyone was pretty much ignoring him and Cassiah.

Ron flew right up behind Cassiah and took hold of both of her arms, gently positioning them to line up the shot for her. Loose hairs from her braid tickled his nose and he inhaled, breathing in her soft, lavender smell. He was so close to her he could feel the warmth radiating off of her skin.

"Okay, if you throw it as hard as you can from here, I promise it will go in," he reassured, knowing that she was afraid of embarrassing herself in front of everyone. He was just proud that she was playing at all. If she'd done this when they were dating, he would've gone mental. His favorite girl playing his favorite sport. That obviously wasn't the case anymore, though, he reminded himself. He was just happy to see his friend letting go of some of her anxiety.

Cassiah wound up and, as instructed, threw the ball as hard as she could. As promised, it soared through the hoops and counted as a goal.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked with excitement, "I did it!"

"You did it!" Ron crowed, giving her shoulder a squeeze, "I told you!"

It was so worth all of the extra work just to see how excited she was, in comparison to how defeated and upset she had been earlier.

"Bloody fucking hell!" he heard from across the field. He and Cassiah both turned, startled out of their reverie. Dean was throwing down his hat angrily and Harry was running a distressed hand through his hair.

Ron looked at the scoreboard, which had been magically keeping count of the goals. He gulped.

Fred and George had scored a lot without Ron there to fend them off.

So much that they'd actually come back and won the game.

He and Cassiah flew over to the others, who were either celebrating or pouting, respectively.

"Hope it was worth it trying to get your dick wet, mate," Harry muttered angrily in Ron's ear.

"Shut up, Harry, I was just trying to be a good friend," Ron sputtered defensively.

Fred and George were celebrating the loudest, excited to watch the other act out their punishment for losing and make fun of them for it.

"Alright, get to it!" George smirked, gesturing at the lake looming just a little way in the distance.

Ron glanced over at Cassiah, who looked surprisingly calm. He, however, felt sick. He hadn't considered before that the losing team having to skinny-dip might include Cassiah. He didn't want everyone seeing her naked. Sure, he wasn't his girlfriend but she was his ex and he knew what she looked like. He knew how good she looked naked. He didn't want everyone else to get to know, too.

"I dunno, lads, I'm a little bloated today. M'not looking my best. Maybe we should save the stripping for another time," Ron tried to joke his way out of it, but no one was having it.

The four of them made their way down to the dock like they had been given a death sentence. They knew the water waiting for them was cold, and it was humiliating to have to jump in naked. But these were the terms they'd agreed to – that was before, though, when Ron had planned on winning awesomely and not getting distracted. It had still been kind of worth it though to see Cassiah so happy, even just for a few seconds.

And now, in a few seconds, he was going to be naked in front of Cassiah again. Something so familiar, so comfortable, and yet also everything but familiar and comfortable at the same time.

Harry and Dean stripped down quickly, earning a few wold-whistles from the others, before diving into the lake as quickly as humanly possible. Ron vaguely recognized the sound of Harry swearing about how cold it was.

He looked over at Cassiah, who was looking at anything but him. He supposed he should probably do the same. He couldn't believe this was happening – him and Cassiah. Naked.

Ron gulped and reached down to take off his shoes.

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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Second Chance

Harry Potter AU

Pairings: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: After escaping from prison, Sirius gets a second chance to fix the mistakes of the past 13 years.

Rating: M

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‘I’ll keep an eye on her. I don’t want you to worry.”

Remus Lupin’s words rang in your mind over and over every day since Sirius escaped from prison. You were still a worried mess the day that you sent Matilda off to Hogwarts with Harry. Looking at your daughter, you couldn’t help realizing just how much she resembled her father.

‘“Mum, it's fine. You’re really worrying over nothing. Harry and I will work on that whole being good thing.”

You knew that Matilda was trying to appease you with simile promises that she would be unable to keep (but she tried). It never failed, you would get a letter from Minerva within a few weeks of the term beginning that Matilda had fallen from grace.

‘ I wonder where she gets it?

You thought sarcastically as you kissed both children goodbye. Matilda turned and gave you that little smile that always sparked memories.

Your mind went back to Sirius and pain went through you yet again. Thinking about your husband... ex-husband...whatever he was to you; made you want to cry. It had been 13 years since he was hauled off to Azkaban for a crime that you honestly wasn’t sure if he committed or not. Part of you wanted to say no but the other part was questioning everything. Sirius was in a hellish mood when he left the house that morning. Hellish was probably putting things lightly! It didn’t matter how much you begged him to stay home. He had one thing on his mind and apparently it was murder.

Some of the rumors about Sirius made you laugh. When people said that he was a death eater, it took all you had not to go ballistic. Sirius was never in the same race as those nutcases. Besides, you had seen his whole body on a regular basis. There was no dark mark on him.

At that point, you were three months pregnant and apparently very naive. You never thought that the man you had been in love with since you were a girl was capable of doing what he was accused for. When Peter Pettigrew’s finger was the only thing that could be found, the logical side of you had a feeling Sirius did exactly what he planned on doing.

It was Matilda and yourself that suffered in the long run. After Sirius went to prison, the two of you were pretty much forgotten about by all of your friends. Your brother Remus was the only one that remained by your side. That you expected. Remus would never abandon you.

After about two years, you were finally able to gain custody of Harry. It took ages of fighting stupid Vernon and Petunia. They were convinced that you weren’t capable of caring for him. You were the single mother of a little girl whose father committed mass murder. However, after they got tired of dealing with the baby; they were more than happy to hand him over to you.

“Mum?”

You smiled as Matilda ran back to you and threw her arms around your neck.

“You are going to miss the train if you keep coming back.”

You said, pushing her dark hair away from her face.

“I just wanted you to know that I won’t go looking for him.”

Matilda was sad to see the wave of sadness wash over your face. Since she was a little girl, she had seen you suffer with what her father had done. Matilda hated admitting it but she knew that you were still in love with her father. The fact that you still wore your wedding ring and had never gone on another date told the girl everything that she needed to know.

Did Matilda think that her father actually killed those people? She wasn’t sure. You couldn’t give her a direct answer. Everyone else was quick to say yes but that didn’t mean anything.

Matilda was relieved when you finally smiled. She wished that you were able to smile more.

“I know. Just make good choices this year.”

“I’ll try.”

Matilda honestly tried to keep her promise to be good. The first of the school year was a bit of a pain. Matilda had gotten sick of all the other kids whispering about her behind her back. Whenever her father was mentioned, she would sink down in her seat and pretend that she was invisible. Had it not been for Harry, Ron, and Hermione, Matilda would have probably gone around the twist a long time ago.

It didn’t help that all of the professors seemed to be watching Harry and Matilda like hawks. Matilda had quickly gotten annoyed with the looks of sympathy that her uncle Remus would give her any time that her father was mentioned.,

“I just want this year to be over.”

Matilda muttered and put her head down on the herbology book that she had been attempting to read. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had gone out hours before to be with Hagrid while Buckbeak was being put out of his misery. Matilda had thought about going down but she decided to stay in the common room. The last thing that she wanted was a howler from home over being out after hours.

“Matilda!”

She looked up when Hermione came running into the common room.

“What? I’m busy playing dead.”

Hermione reached out grabbing her friend’s hand and tugging the other girl to her feet. It wasn’t a difficult task as Matilda was smaller than all of her friends.

“Let's go.”

Matilda struggled to keep up with Hermione as they quietly made their way down the hallway.

“Where are we going? My mum is literally going to kill me if I get in trouble again. Remus told her about Harry finding that map. I am guilty by association. You saw the letter that we both got!”

Hermione shook her head.

“I know just come with me. I can’t say right now. Too many ears!”

Matilda sighed. She had a feeling that this was going to be a mistake in the making. If Matilda got in trouble maybe she could tell her mother that she was forced into going outside. Maybe she would buy that...not a chance.

Once outside Matilda followed Hermione to the whomping willow. Matilda quickly yanked her hand out of Hermione’s.

“Hermione, stop! I am not about to go near that tree until you tell me what in the name of all things holy we are doing.”

(Meanwhile)

Harry sat beside Ron as Sirius and Remus continued to scare the crap out of Peter Pettigrew. He hadn’t said it but he was afraid of how his godmother would take the news that Sirius was actually innocent and Matilda was finally able to meet her father. Harry was also worried about how Matilda was going to take everything. He had been trying to keep Matilda safe all year and now he was letting her face her biggest emotional trauma.

Sirius had turned around to glance at the door,

“What’s taking so long?”

He muttered, nervously. Sirius was disappointed that Matilda wasn’t with Harry and the others. After spending most of the school year watching his daughter and godson; Sirius wanted nothing more than to actually talk to her. The moment that he had finally seen her for the first time it took all that he had not to fall apart!

Sirius had quickly regretted every decision that he had made that day 13 years ago. He wished that he stayed home when you begged him to. “Sirius, I don’t feel well. Can you please calm down and just stay home? You are going to go cause chaos and get hauled off to prison. Would you please think about our baby?”

Your words had haunted him for years. Now he could only hope that he could fix the wrongs that he caused. Was it crazy for hoping that you hadn’t moved on and would take him back? Probably. If you had moved on, it would crush him even more! Sirius couldn’t handle the thought of another man holding you the way that he was supposed to or another man being dad to his child.

Harry patted Ron’s shoulder before walking across the room where Sirius stood.

“Matilda is very nice. She’s a lot like Y/n.”

Harry was relieved when Sirius smiled.

“She and I tend to get into trouble a lot together. I think sometimes Y/n doesn’t really know how to react.”

Harry continued with a smirk. Sirius’ grey eyes rolled to Harry.

“I suppose the two of you come by that honestly.”

Harry shrugged. Although he didn’t know his godfather much he could tell the man was worrying over the aspect of meeting his daughter for the first time (in a very unorthodox way).

“Matilda doesn’t blame you. Neither does Y/n. I know them well enough. There isn’t hate in either of them.”

Harry was about to add more about Matilda when he heard footsteps coming closer. Matilda’s voice was the first that he heard.

“You punched Malfoy? Was it glorious? Did he puke?”

Hermione’s perplexed voice was next.

“I think he wanted to.”

Meanwhile, Matilda walked down the tunnel with her mouth open. Listening to Hermione's tell of socking Draco Malfoy was enough to make her whole week. Matilda had been wanting to lay into the kid all year long! From the time that school started, Malfoy had made it his personal mission to make Matilda’s life hell. Now he was getting his comings and goings.

“I would have made him puke.”

Matilda said with a smirk, ignoring Hermione's worried tone. Hermione had deliberately left out the fact that her friend was about to meet her father for the first time when explaining that Ron’s leg was broken.

“So...Harry, Ron, and I went down a tunnel under the whomping willow. Ron has broken his leg and we need your help.”

Matilda’s attention focused on the beat to hell door that was a few feet away. She silently prayed that Remus wasn’t sitting in his office staring at the map. If she got caught, Matilda had no idea how she would explain this one. She would be better off telling her uncle that she was selling drugs or joined a top-secret fight club.

“I swear Hermione if Remus catches us out here all hell is going to break…”

The moment that she stepped into the room, Matilda froze seeing her uncle a few feet away with his wand pointed and some bizarre-looking man.

“Oh, crap.”

Matilda muttered as Remus turned to her. His green eyes didn’t look mad or surprised like she had expected.

“Matilda.”

“So...are we forming some kind of secret society in here or something?”

Matilda asked as the strange-looking man on the floor made a mad dash at her.

“Matilda! You look so much like your parents! Please don’t let them kill me!”

Matilda jumped back against the wall with wide eyes. Whoever this man was made every warning bell in Matilda’s mind go off at once!

Sirius, meanwhile, was seeing red. He almost killed Peter the moment that he talked to Harry. Now that the trash was trying to touch his daughter, Sirius was ready to commit the crime that he was imprisoned for. He quickly reached out and kicked Peter away from the frightened girl.

“Get your filthy hands off of her.”

Matilda, meanwhile, stood with her mouth open realizing just who the other man was.

“What is going on here?”

Matilda managed to squeak. Remus had slipped around the room ready to comfort the child and explain what was going on.

“Matilda, everything is okay.”

Remus started. Matilda shook her head. This was not okay! On what planet was being inside the shrieking shack with her convict father who was on the run okay? A better question was why was her uncle so damn calm?

“Uncle Remus, I think you are going mad. How is all of this okay?”

Remus looked up to Sirius who was staring at his daughter with pain-filled eyes.

“Sirius, talk to her!”

Matilda’s eyes rolled to her father as he stepped closer to her and kneeling down beside her.

“Matilda, I’m not going to hurt you. Sweetheart, you are so beautiful. You look so much like your mother.”

Matilda didn’t move to speak for a moment. This was everything that she had wanted! From the time that she was little and saw her father’s picture for the first time; she had felt cheated that she had no time with him. It was beyond difficult seeing other little girls with their fathers and not feel jealous.

Now here Sirius was telling her how much she looked like her mother. Matilda glanced toward Harry for some kind of confirmation that this wasn’t some fucked up weird joke.

“It's fine, Tilly.”

Harry said, softly. Matilda turned her attention back to her father.

“Mum says that I look like you.”

Sirius almost melted when Matilda finally spoke. The way that she looked afraid of him broke Sirius’ heart. The last thing that he wanted was for his little girl to be afraid of him. When her afraid expression was slowly softening.

“You have Y/n’s lovely features and I bet if you smiled it would look just like her too. I love both of you very much, Matilda. I would have never done anything to hurt either of you.”

Matilda forgot about the others in the room. This was the conversation that she had dreamed of having for a long time!

“I have one question.”

Sirius had a feeling what it was going to be. Hell, he knew.

“I never killed those people and I can prove it to you.”

Sirius stood up and walked across the room to grab Peter by the shirt. Matilda stepped back against Remus as the mousy looking man was drug back over.

“Matilda, this is Peter Pettigrew.”

She glanced back at her uncle for confirmation. Remus nodded as he gently placed a hand on Matilda’s shoulder. Sirius hadn’t let go of Peter as he glared down at him.

“Show her, trash.”

Peter winced, knowing that he was trying his luck. He hesitantly held up his hand to reveal the missing finger. Matilda’s eyes widened as she put her hands over her mouth.

Sirius dropped Peter; not caring how hard he hit the ground. He went back to Matilda and knelt back down beside her.

“That day, I only went to scare him but the little jerk got the better of me. I lost my temper…”

Matilda smiled, softly. Her mind was going a million miles an hour as she took everything in. She wanted nothing more than to get her mother on the phone but she also didn’t want to leave the conversation with her father. What if she never saw him again after this? Matilda wanted some kind of memory.

“Mum says that I got that from you.”

“Your mum would know. Matilda, I’m sorry that I haven't been there like I should have been. I regret…”

Matilda held her hand up. Sirius froze. He was suddenly very afraid that Matilda was going to say that she wanted nothing to do with him.

“You’re here now. That’s what matters. Mum still loves you...for what it's worth.”

“It's been a long time, sweetheart.”

Matilda reached into her robe pocket and took a photo out of her pocket. She smiled before handing it to Sirius. He looked down, almost wanting to cry, the moment that he saw you. Everything about you was still the same. You looked as though you had barely aged in the past 13 years.

“I know my mum. She hasn’t moved on.”

Sirius’ eyes rolled back to her face. He slowly reached out and cupped her cheek.

“We’ll see what happens. I have to keep you both safe for the time being. Maybe soon we can be a real family again.” 1 week later…

It had been a busy day. You had been working long hours since Sirius had managed to escape. Being an auror was harder and harder every day. You had been fighting the internal war of if Sirius ever showed up would you haul him back to prison or let your husband go. How would you explain either to Matilda? Neither seemed like a great idea but the first wore you down the most. If you were to let him go, maybe you could see him at least once more.

You’re being stupid.

You thought miserably. Seeing Sirius again probably wasn’t going to happen. It had been months and he hadn’t come to you yet. If he was going to come to you before now it would have happened.

This was what made you question Sirius even more. The man that you married would have been back trying to sweep you off of your feet. He wouldn't act as though yours or your daughter’s existence meant nothing.

Walking to your doorstep, you searched through your bag for your keys. Finally finding them, you glanced down at the door and something caught your eye. A small bouquet of daisies lay on the mat. Your mouth dropped immediately. Only Sirius knew that your favorite flower was daisies and this bouquet was made up just the way that he used to do.

“I think that I was wrong…”

You muttered before looking at your door and wondering just what was going on inside...

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anything4our-moony · 3 years

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By the Water Fountain

Pairing: Draco x Harry

Word count: 4.6k

Rating: T, mild language

Warnings: mention of excess drinking

Prompt/Summary: from @lxncelot‘s 100 dialogue prompts:

8- “Keep talking, I want to fall asleep to your voice.”

43- “Why didn’t you tell me?”

68- “But I’ve never told you that before.”

This is my first time posting a oneshot on this blog; I hope you all enjoy! <3

•••

Harry honestly didn’t drink very often.

He would occasionally have a beer with friends at dinner or a glass of firewhisky on special occasions. He was typically the designated sober friend when Seamus and Ron wanted to get drunk and sing karaoke in muggle bars, ensuring that they made it safely to their homes at the end of the night. He didn’t mind; he loved seeing his friends happy.

But after the day Harry had, he welcomed the blurred around the edges effect that crept into his vision as he downed his 4th drink at a local pub, and it was all because of Draco Bloody Malfoy.

Harry and Draco’s paths began to cross quite frequently, Harry working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Draco being the healer to patch up his wounds when his Gryffindor heart outweighed his rational brain and got him into dangerous situations. The fifth time Harry ended up at St. Mungo’s, Draco simply shook his head and muttered, “We have got to stop meeting like this, Potter.”

After getting over the initial awkwardness of ‘used to be enemies but are now grown adults with bigger issues’, they started to form an almost friendship. They both frequented a small, family owned Middle Eastern restaurant on their lunch breaks that was nearby the hospital, and after running into each other one two many times, decided to start sitting and eating together. “Because there’s no need to give the staff double the work, Potter.” Draco had scoffed when Harry had raised an eyebrow at his suggested arrangement. But he never complained.

Harry sat on the stiff, wooden barstool, stirring his drink mindlessly and staring at the glistening ice cubes, possibly hoping they had advice for him, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“This seat taken?” Ron Weasley sat down next to Harry and gestured to the bartender. “Can I get a pint of whatever you have on draft?” He turned to look Harry up and down. “You look like hell.”

Harry raised his glass a bit and mutter “Cheers, mate.”

Ron snorted. “Who is he and what’s he done to make the great Harry Potter run away to a bar to get plastered alone?”

When Harry first “came out” to his friends, Ron was the first to accept it. He had a conversation with all of their male friends and told them if they ever said anything cross to Harry about it, he’d hex their bollocks off. He was so grateful for Ron’s unwavering loyalty.

“How do you know it’s a bloke that’s got me gutted?” Harry replied, still staring down at his drink.

“Please.” Ron scoffed. “You’ve been staring at that drink like it might lay you on a couch and start giving you relationship advice.” He took a swig of his drink and added “Plus I’ve known you since you were eleven, mate. You’re not as mysterious and hard to read as you think.”

That made Harry laugh and then groan. He put his head in his hands. “Ron. I think that I might fancy someone.”

Ron looked startled, but replied, “Harry that’s great! Anyone I know?”

Harry moaned into his hands and hesitated but finally answered. “I think...I think I fancy Draco Malfoy.”

Harry hadn’t come to this realization quickly. Obviously he knew he was into blokes, but he never really considered anyone he was already acquainted with as an option. His small dating pool consisted of first dates with internet matches and set ups with friends of friends whose only similarity to Harry was their mutual queerness.

But Draco was...well, Draco. He would insult and tease you to your wits end, but was fiercely protective of the people he loved being their backs. He was outwardly cocky and arrogant, but when Draco sat next to Harry’s bed at St. Mungo’s chatting with him hours after his shift ended, he would confide in Harry all the ways he was immensely unsure of himself. He confessed how frightened he was that someday he wouldn’t be allowed to continue his work because the wrong person wouldn’t want an “Ex Death Eater” saving their life. He admitted that he had been utterly terrified during the war; that he wandered out early on, but had no idea how to get out without risking his and his parents’ lives. He even thanked Harry for the time he saved him in the room of requirement.

“I never showed you even an ounce of kindness, yet you risked your life just to save me. I didn’t know anyone could be that selfless.”

Even after all that, Harry still hadn’t put a name to what he was feeling for Draco. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was until that morning; the morning that caused him to end up in the pub in the first place.

Harry met Draco for lunch at their usual spot. They were talking about the recent Quidditch match that they had both read about in the Daily Prophet.

“I don’t know why the Harpies don’t just go ahead and make Ginevra the starting seeker. She’s not doing any good on the bench, and she can fly circles around that Malcolm chap.” He sipped his coffee and continued, “I bet she could even give you a run for your money.”

Harry laughed and took a bite of his falafel. “She could definitely kick my arse at this stage in my life. I haven’t been on a broomstick since the last time I tried to give Rose Weasley a flying lesson, and I think even she was better than me by the end of the day.” Draco flashed an easy smile at him.

They paid for their food and began to walk towards the hospital. There had been a misfired jinx at Harry’s work, resulting in all of the plumbing pouring out fruit pastilles instead of water. It didn’t seem like that big of a deal to him, but he was glad to have the rest of the day off regardless.

They walked in comfortable silence for a bit. The restaurant hadn’t been busy, so Draco had a few minutes to spare before he needed to return to his shift. They decided to take a seat on the edge of an old fountain in the middle of the square.

Draco looked at the water and laughed light heartedly. “Muggles are so odd. Why would anyone throw money into the water just to watch it sink? Do they know that it’s useless down there?”

Harry couldn’t help but smile. “It’s a superstitious tradition. You throw the money in and make a wish, and it’s supposed to come true. I’m not really sure why, though. Maybe because you made some odd kind of offering to the god of water fountains.” Draco pursed his lips and considered this.

“Here.” Harry said and reached into his pocket and pulled out two sickles. He handed one to Draco and closed his eyes. “I wish that the pipes get filled with candy at work more often so I can spend more time with my dear friend Draco.” He threw the coin over his shoulder, and it

splashed into the water. Draco smiled. He stared at the coin in his hand for a long moment, and just as Harry was about to open his mouth and say something, he closed his eyes and closed his hand around the coin.

“I wish that the world will someday see me for the good things I do in the present and will do in the future rather than the bad things I did in my past.” He tossed the coin over his shoulder and opened his eyes.

Harry stared into the grey eyes he had lately been becoming more and more familiar with. There was a hint of sadness there, but also a look of steadfast finality. He knew that Draco would continue to try and pay for his mistakes time and time again, whether through healing those who needed him or reinventing himself into the kindhearted, compassionate individual he was today. A gust of wind suddenly blew his platinum blonde hair into his face, and without thinking, Harry reached up and gently pushed it out of the way, revealing his grey eyes once again. Draco stiffened, and Harry dropped his hand and looked away. After a too long pause, Draco cleared his throat.

“I’ll- I better go inside, then.” He stood and brushed off the back of his trousers. Harry, carefully avoiding his eyes, nodded and stood as well. They both murmured awkward goodbyes and went their separate ways.

•••

Harry rested his elbows on the sticky bar top and groaned again. He fancied Draco Malfoy, and now he wasn’t sure if he’d ever recover.

Ron spluttered a bit, then finally said, “Well, it could be worse. At least he’s pretty attractive.”

Harry shifted his gaze towards his friend, frowning. “Yes I’m quite aware of that, thanks.” He sighed. “I think I just need to have a few more drinks about it.”

Ron smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder. Suddenly, his phone chimed, causing Ron to jump. He was still having trouble getting used to muggle technology.

He frowned. “Uh oh. ‘Mione says baby Hugo’s got a stomach bug. I better get home and relieve her for a bit.” He stood up and said pointedly to Harry, “It’s not the end of the world, mate. If you think it’ll work, ask him out. If you don’t-“ he shrugged “I guess you’re on the right track.” He gestured towards Harry’s empty glass. “Listen, don’t try and apparate in your condition. Get a cab or something, and call me if you need anything.” Harry grunted a response, not knowing if he could say anything coherent in his state. Ron patted his shoulder again, then turned and headed out the door.

Harry sighed, then asked the bartender for another drink.

After a while, the crowd in the pub began to dwindle down, and Harry realized he should probably make the trek home. He stood up and saw stars and knew Ron was right; he definitely could not apparate like this, unless he wanted half of him to end up in the Pacific Ocean. But there was one problem- Harry didn’t have any muggle money for a cab, and he was too drunk to remember what to do in this situation. He remembered Ron’s offer and picked up his phone and went to his recent calls. He was about to choose Ron’s contact when he saw another name.

‘Malfoy’ with a green snake emoji.

Harry giggled and grinned, and thought ‘what the hell?’ He stepped outside and clicked the call button.

It rang one and a half times, and a gravelly voice grumbled, “Potter? What the hell are you doing, do you know what time it is?”

Harry snorted and replied, “Yes Draco, I do know how to read.” He giggled. “Just because I’m not in Ravenclaw doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

There was a short pause, and Draco remarked, “Are you drunk?”

“Hmm”, Harry mused happily, and said, “Extremely.”

Draco let out an exasperated sigh, and there was a shuffle of movement on the other line. “Where are you?” He demanded.

Harry looked and his vision swam. “Um. London?” He heard Draco inhale and start to say something, but quickly continued. “I’m just kidding, hah. There’s a street sign, but I don’t know what it says. Maybe I can’t read...” he trailed off. Then he spotted a familiar sculpture in front of a small park, and he perked up. “Oh! I see my statue!” He narrowed his eyes at the golden replica of him that had been placed there not too long ago. “It’s really embarrassing that they put that here. And I don’t think I’m actually that tall.”

Draco sighed again, and said, “Potter. I’ll be there in approximately 4 seconds. Please try not to die.” The line went dead, and Harry heard the *crack* of someone apparating next to him.

Put together, ready for the day Draco was already a sight to see; his pure blood upbringing instilled a need to constantly look flawless, no wrinkles or hairs out of place. He had immaculate posture, and one could tell by merely looking at him that he was someone important. But rumpled, hair perfectly messy, fresh out of bed blinking sleep from his eyes Draco? Well.

He was so beautiful Harry could cry.

“Hi.” Harry grinned drunkenly at him. Draco pursed his lips, looking equally amused and annoyed at the same time.

He murmured a simple, “Hello.”

Harry stared at his face, so gorgeously illuminated in the moonlight, sharp edges softened by the glow. Even in his drunken state, he wondered how he missed this; how he hadn’t recognized the burning need to stroke his ivory skin, run his fingers over his sharp nose, his lips...

Harry shook his head and sighed. “I’m drunk.”

Draco’s mouth turned up slightly at the corner, and he simply replied, “Quite.” He turned to look around. “We can side along apparate as long as you don’t try to do it yourself. Otherwise we’ll both end up splinched between here and Merlin knows where.” Draco put one arm around Harry’s waist and the other firmly on his bicep so they were chest to chest, while Harry tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

Draco looked at him softly, expression unreadable, and asked, “Are you ready?” Harry swallowed and nodded, trying to ignore how close their faces were. Harry closed his eyes and hoped he didn’t vomit as the familiar feeling pulled at his stomach and the air swirled around him.

Just as quickly as it had started, everything suddenly stilled. “Harry.” Draco whispered. Harry opened his eyes to see Draco staring at him intently, with the same soft and confusing look as earlier. “Come on, I’ll help you up the stairs.”

Harry vaguely noticed that he didn’t quite recognize where they were, but he was focusing most of his attention on breathing steadily. He was extremely aware that Draco kept a firm hand on Harry’s waist as they walked up the stairs to a quaint little townhouse. Draco unlocked the door with the key and quietly let Harry inside.

At this point, Harry could feel his eyes starting to close on their own and his legs start to grow weak from exhaustion. Luckily, Draco led Harry to a bedroom with a beautiful wooden four poster bed. He sat down on the edge and rubbed his temples while Draco rummaged through a dresser. He pulled out a shirt and a pair of sleep pants and handed them to Harry.

“I’ll run and get you a glass of water.” He patted the top of Harry’s head before exiting the room and closing the door behind him. Harry quickly changed out of his stiff work clothes into the more comfortable ones Draco had leant him. He ran a hand through his unruly curls and moved to lay down. Draco came back with a glass of water and a small vial.

“Take this in the morning. It’ll help a bit.” Draco smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed and shook his head. “I never thought I’d have to be the one to rescue Harry Potter from a drunken escapade.”

Harry snorted sleepily. “I’m usually not one to drown my sorrows, but there’s a first time for everything.”

Draco pressed his mouth into a hard line and retorted, “Who’s the lucky girl that got to break The Chosen One’s heart?”

Harry just stared at him confused for a moment, before blurting out, “I’m gay.” Draco raised an eyebrow, and he continued, “Like, really really gay.”

Draco once again got that unreadable expression on his face, but his shoulders relaxed a little bit. “Well, I hope whoever had you ‘drowning your sorrows’, as you so eloquently put it, is worth it.” He started to stand up, but Harry clumsily grabbed for his hand.

“Wait no.” He frowned. “Keep talking, I want to fall asleep to the sound of your voice.” Draco’s face reddened (and Harry was way too drunk to consider what that meant), but nodded and sat back down.

“What would you like me to talk about, then?” Harry closed his eyes and relaxed. “Tell me more about your wish. At the fountain.”

He heard Draco’s breathing, not slow and even, but not panting either. Harry was vaguely aware that he was still clutching Draco’s hand. “I know that there’s no excuse for my actions. I’m well aware that I hurt more people than I can even begin to understand,” he hesitated, “but I hope someday I’ll be remembered as someone who eventually started to help rather than hurt.”

Harry wanted to keep listening, wanted Draco to talk to him until his voice gave out, but exhaustion was slowly taking over. He softly squeezed Draco’s hand and murmured, “I’ll always know that. I’ll remember.”

As Harry drifted off to sleep, Draco whispered, “Thank you, Harry.”

•••

Harry woke up the next morning feeling as though he had been repeatedly run over by the knight bus. He groaned and sat up. With a start, he realized he was not in his bedroom. He looked around the light grey room as the events of the night before came flooding back to him. “Oh Merlin.” He moaned and put his head in his hands.

“No, sorry, just me.” Draco smiled as he walked through the door. He set a mug of steaming tea next to Harry and said, “Three sugars and a pinch of cinnamon.” Harry looked up at him, squinting a bit as his eyes adjusted to the light.

“You know how I like my tea.” He stated blatantly. “But I’ve never told you that before.” Draco looked away, embarrassed.

“I’ve eaten lunch with you almost every day for the past four months, Potter. It’s an insult to my intelligence that you think I’m that unobservant.” There was no malice in his voice, only light hearted teasing. He looked at the bedside table and handed Harry his glasses and the vial he placed there the night before. “This won’t cure a hangover, but it’ll make it a hell of a lot more bearable.”

Harry mumbled a thanks and slid his glasses onto his face. He downed the potion in one gulp and grimaced. Draco laughed at whatever face Harry was making. He grumbled, “Remind me never to go near alcohol again.”

“Duly noted.” Draco said with another grin. “Come one them, I’ll make breakfast.”

Harry walked into the living room and noticed the blanket and pillow laid on the couch. “You slept on the sofa?” Harry asked.

Draco shrugged. “My bed was a bit occupied for the night.”

“I would have shared.” Harry replied without thinking. Draco looked away and busied himself in the kitchen.

What on Earth was wrong with him, Harry wondered idly. Draco apparently had the uncanny ability to make Harry say whatever was on his mind, both drunk and hungover it seemed. Draco started to hum to himself while he buttered bread, and Harry walked over and sat himself on the counter and allowed himself to really stare.

Draco was in the same rumpled shirt and sleep pants he had been wearing when he rescued Harry from the streets of London the night before. His hair was a bit flattened in the back from his pillow, and he had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Harry let himself daydream about

getting to witness this every morning; waking up to Draco, looking like a slightly disheveled Adonis, making Harry breakfast. His heart yearned for the domesticity of it all.

He didn’t realize he’d been caught staring until he looked up and his eyes met Draco’s. His cheeks warmed and he but his lip, embarrassed, but didn’t look away. He tapped his fingers on the counter anxiously. Draco stared at him for a moment longer then looked away, continuing his cooking. “Are cheese toasties alright? I always like a bit of comfort food when I’m hungover.” Draco smiled at him, a small but still dazzling smile.

“You don’t have to do that for me, I’m fine with anything, really.” He looked down at his fingers still tapping the counter.

Suddenly Draco’s hand covered his, halting his anxious tapping. “A bit restless, are we?” he teased softly. Harry looked up, about to respond, and realized Draco’s face was mere inches away from his own. He wasn’t sure if it was the leftover alcohol in his system or if it was his stupid, reckless Gryffindor heart, but something in him made him suddenly close the distance between them to kiss him.

As soon as he did it, he regretted it and pulled away. He leaped down from the counter and stumbled away towards the living room.

“I’m- er, sorry, I’ll just...” he stuttered. “I’m going to go.”

Draco reached an arm out to him. “Harry, wait-“

“Thank you for, um, all this. I-“, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “See you later.”

He quickly disapparated, leaving Draco standing in the kitchen looking confused, his arm still extended towards Harry.

•••

Harry hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch since he had arrived in his flat 3 hours earlier. He laid on his back with his arm flung over his eyes, his head still pounding from the hangover and his mortifying actions in Draco’s kitchen. His heart sank every time he thought about it. The

truth was, even before Harry’s discovery of his more than friendly feelings towards Draco, he’d cherished their relationship. Ron and Hermione were great friends, but they were everything to each other and often were lost in their own bubble, which was something Harry couldn’t and didn’t want to compete with. His relationship with Draco was something Harry had all to himself. It was effortless and easy, and he found himself looking forward to any time they spent together. He knew he’d ruined everything, and he was already grieving the loss of their friendship.

There was a soft knock on his door. He groaned. A local football team had been going door to door selling magazines to raise money for some kind of tournament for the past week. He got up and slowly walked to the door. As he opened it he said, “Look guys, I already bought a subscription last week, I’m really not interested in-“. He looked up.

Draco stood in the doorway with a tentative smile plastered on his face. He held up a brown paper sack and said, “You left without your breakfast.” Harry blinked at him, not processing what was going on. “Er-“, Draco rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, “can I come in?”

Harry blinked and nodded, stepping out of the way. Draco walked to the sofa and sat down. He looked back at Harry, who was still standing by the doorway looking flabbergasted, and gestured towards the empty seat next to him. Harry swallowed and slowly walked to the couch, sitting as far away from Draco as the tiny love seat allowed.

They were both silent for a moment. Harry started to tap his fingers anxiously on the cushions, but he remembered what had happened the last time he had done that near Draco and decided to put his hands in his lap instead.

Draco finally broke the silence by saying, “Do you remember Blaise Zabini?”

Harry pursed his lips at the odd question but answered, “Of course. He works over at Gringotts now, right?”

Draco nodded and continued, “He and I had a sort of fling in our fifth year. Very casual, very secret, but still very real.”

Harry stared at him blankly until realization dawned on him. “So...you’re saying that you’re-“.

“‘Like, really really gay’ as you so eloquently put it last night.” Draco smirked at him, and Harry gave him a tentative smile in return. Draco nonchalantly slid his knee closer to Harry’s and looked at him until he finally met his eyes.

“And”, he began, ”I think that I’d like to give you a proper kiss, if that’s alright with you.”

Harry swallowed loudly but managed to say, “I’d like that very much.” Draco smiled and slowly raised his hand to stroke Harry’s cheek. He moved towards him painfully slow, and Harry closed

his eyes and exhaled, parting his lips in a slight ‘o’ shape. Draco closed the last few inches between them and pressed their lips together.

Draco’s lips were soft and warm as they moved slowly against his own. Harry slid a bit closer and placed one hand on Draco’s knee and the other at the nape of his neck, twisting his fingers in his hair and deepening their kiss. Draco slowly slid his tongue along Harry’s bottom lip and let out a soft moan. Harry, in a moment of blind confidence moved his hands to Draco’s thighs and pulled him onto his lap, never breaking their kiss. He felt Draco skim his teeth along Harry’s lip as Harry slid his hands underneath Draco’s shirt, resting on his hips and gently tracing circles on his bare skin. Draco moved his hands into Harry’s hair and tugged gently, making him gasp and accidentally breaking their lips’ embrace. Draco pressed their foreheads together, eyes still closed and trying to catch their breath. Harry opened his eyes and silently traced his fingers across Draco’s facial features like he had longed to do last night. Draco leaned into Harry’s palm, still straddling him with his hands tangled in Harry’s ebony hair.

Harry was the one to eventually break their silence. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Draco quirked up an eyebrow. “You mean why didn’t I tell you that I’m gay, or why didn’t I tell you that I’ve wanted to snog the hell out of you since I was fifteen? Either way, it’s not something that just easily comes up in conversation, Potter.” He rolled his eyes but stroked his thumb against Harry’s face.

“Well you could’ve told me either way. I-“, Harry stopped. “Wait. Did you say fifteen?”

Draco but his lip. “I was a prat, I know. But I didn’t know how else to cope with falling for my sworn enemy. Very un-Slytherin of me.” Draco shifted so he was now sitting next to Harry with his legs stretched out across his lap. He held Harry’s hand in both of his and gently stroked his long fingers. “How long have-“, Draco stumbled, “Er-, when did you, um, realize?”

Harry laughed quietly. “Well I’ve known I was gay since I was 17. But I only discovered my feelings for you-“, Harry put his hand under Draco’s chin and pulled his face up to look at him, “less than 24 hours ago.” Draco’s face was so comical he couldn’t help but laugh. “I knew I felt something for you; a tug in my stomach perhaps. But I only put a name to it yesterday. You know, drowning my sorrows and that whole bit.” Harry paused, watching Draco’s face, then continued, “And I think you are, by the way.”

Draco looked at him questioningly. “Are what?”

Harry smiled a crooked smile at him and replied, “You said you hoped whoever I was drinking about was worth it.” He pushed Draco’s hair out of his eyes like he had only yesterday at the fountain. “And I definitely think you are.”

Draco sighed. “Bloody Gryffindor’s. Ridiculous romantics, the lot of you.” But he beamed at him and pulled Harry in to kiss him again before saying, “Harry Potter, you have the most brilliant soul I have ever had the privilege of encountering.”

Harry grinned and pushed him down on his back into the sofa and moved to hover over him. “Now who’s the romantic?” Harry stared into those granite grey eyes and smiled before kissing him once again.

•••

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