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wizardingworld-imagines · 4 years

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Secrets - Draco Malfoy

Pairing - Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

Requested? - Yes! by @actyourownfandom-23

Word Count - 2k

Warnings - Umbridge. Need I say more?

A/N - I’m so so sorry that this took so long, however I hope I made up for it with the length and that it was worth the wait :)

Draco and Y/N were drawn to each other. There was an immediate spark, like fireworks going on a celebratory event for new years. There were only a few problems with their flirtations. Y/N was born to muggle parents, growing up without any knowledge of the wizarding world, until the Hogwarts letter arrived through their letter box. They were cautious, thinking it was some kind of prank or joke, but they eventually realised the truth and sent Y/N off to her new school for the next 7 years. She was also sorted into Gryffindor after arriving at Hogwarts, and swiftly made friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione. At Hogwarts, she would discover that she would find friendships that would last lifetimes, and a romance which was found in the strangest of places.

Y/N and Draco had been together for just over a year. They started getting closer in Third Year, when she helped look after him when his arm was injured by a hippogriff, who Y/N later came to learn was called Buckbeak when she helped Harry and Hermione save him. At the beginning of Fourth Year, Draco and Y/N started meeting in secret, spending tender moments together and Y/N learnt who Draco truly was. He was only a boy, manipulated by his father into believing extremist views, without little choice of his own. He had his reputation as a school bully, something most people would be cautious of, but Y/N understood why he did it. He was trying to gain his father’s approval, something he so desperately wanted that he’d sacrifice anything else for it. He could have done so many incredible things during his time at Hogwarts, yet he wasted his years being servile to someone who would never respect him.

When Umbridge came to the school, tensions were high. Y/N and Draco could no longer meet as often as they liked to, and their relationship was deteriorating quickly. Luckily, they were paired up in potions, allowing them to spend some time together.

‘No, Draco, you’re doing it wrong!’ Y/N exclaimed, as Draco ignored the instructions for the Draught of Peace, blissfully unaware of the adverse side effects caused by one small misstep. Draco turned to face Y/N, annoyance evident in his voice as he spat

‘I don’t need help from a mudblood, I bet you don’t even know how to brew the potion’

Draco’s eyes widened as he realised what he said, shame evident on his features. To anyone else he wouldn’t have cared, but he just insulted Y/N, his secret girlfriend of over a year. She stared back at him, outraged that he would say such a thing to her, but she couldn’t react. This was what he was like to everyone. She knew it wasn’t who he wanted to be, but he had been conditioned to think this way. ‘It wasn’t his fault’, she would tell herself, ‘it’s due to his upbringing.’ But surely he was at an age now where he could make his own decisions? Surely he didn’t have to keep trying to earn the respect of a father who might never be proud of him?

Y/N noticed the shame in his eyes, something only she saw. Most other people thought it was some kind of enjoyment, that he was sadistic and cruel, but Y/N knew what that look upon his face meant. He was hurting inside too.

Unfortunately for the pair of them, Umbridge was making her rounds of the castle and heard the commotion from the potions classroom as she strolled the dungeon corridors. She burst her way into the room, directly looking at Y/N and Draco.

‘Y/L/N. Malfoy. My office. Now.’ she said, turning swiftly around and out of the doorway where she just entered. Snape sent an unamused look towards the bewildered pair, and sighed, waving his hand to let them go.

Nerves racked through both of them as they walked towards Umbridge’s office. They had heard, and seen, what kind of torture went on in there. They paced the halls as they hiked to what felt like the gallows, neither of them wanting to speak about what just happened. Draco sent Y/N a look of apology, hoping she knew that he didn’t mean what he said. Y/N understood, she responded by nodding and then taking his hand in hers as they climbed the staircase to the office together.

Moments later, they sat opposite Umbridge, hands now parted as to not raise suspicion. She lectured the two about what had happened, and let Draco go without punishment. He was part of her inquisitorial squad, of course. He hesitated, not wanting to leave Y/N alone, but he had no choice. Staying would have only caused more complications.

After Draco’s departure, Umbridge brought out the parchment and quill Y/N had heard so much about. She had seen the scars on the hands of other students, and tears started to accumulate in the corner of her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Umbridge brought the parchment to the desk, and Y/N looked up at her, doing her best to be unafraid of what is going to happen.

‘Now, you must write ‘I must not keep secrets’ until you understand ok? How about 50 times?’ She says, sitting back down at her desk. The room was garish, pink and covered in decorative items with cats on them. The room was torture for the eyes, let alone the physical pain Y/N was about to endure.

‘Excuse me, why must I write that? I’m not keeping any secrets’ Y/N asked, curiosity in her voice.

‘I see how you and Mr Malfoy look at each other, and I reckon you two are sneaking out to see each other, are you not?’

Y/N was dumbfounded. How did she know? Y/N couldn’t answer, she just hung her head lowly and that confirmed everything for Umbridge.

‘Well, get on with it then’ She said, her tone a mix of excitement and disgust. And Y/N started writing.

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Leaving Umbridge’s office, Y/N examined the back of her hand, noticing the words etched into her skin already beginning to scar. The tears that threatened to spill earlier came pouring out, a tsunami of tears flooding her eyes and trailing down her cheeks. She ran to the common room, hoping that it would be empty, however to her irritation it was packed full of people.

She tried pushing past the bodies in the room, wanting to just go to her bed and cry, but to no avail, she was spotted by Hermione.

‘Y/N! Where have you been, it’s been hours since anyone last saw you!’ She stated, panic apparent with every word that she spoke. She grabbed Y/N by the wrist, noticing the marks on her hand. She was outraged, she pulled Y/N towards Harry and Ron, who were residing on the couch by the fireplace.

‘Look what Umbridge did to Y/N!’ She exclaimed, revealing Y/N’s hand to the boys. They both read the words, confusion visible upon both of their expressions.

‘But, you haven’t got anything to hide, have you?’ Ron asks, looking at Y/N, giving her reassurance that if there is anything she could tell them.

‘Well, actually…’ she starts, not knowing if she should tell them. ‘They have a right to know, they’re your best friends.’ She tells herself, so she continues, not wanting to leave them waiting.

‘Actually, I have got a secret. I may be in a relationship’ Her intonation higher on the last words, demonstrating her nervousness.

‘With who?’ They all yell, gaining the attention of everyone in the room in their desperation to know.

Silence fills the common room, and what can only be described a a squeak comes out of Y/N’s mouth.

‘Draco’

Mouths drop to the floor, did she really just say his name? Everyone was astounded by this, Draco Malfoy, the infamous hater of muggle borns, Gryffindors and essentially anyone who existed.

The silence was deafening. Y/N didn’t know what to do. She acted upon her first instinct and raced towards the common room entrance, leaving as swiftly as she could. She went to the only place she could think of, the spot where the Draco and her met in the forbidden forest.

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When she arrived, Draco was already there. He was mumbling to himself, something about being a terrible person and how cowardly he was for not staying to prevent whatever happened to Y/N. Oh his innocent Y/N.

Y/N approached quietly, trying to make out what he was saying. She could only catch words isolated from the rest of the sentence. The snapping of a twig underneath Y/N’s foot caused Draco to turn around dramatically,his wand drawn ready to hex whoever interrupted him in his solitude. Noticing that it was Y/N, he quickly put his wand away, rushing towards her. He clasped her hand tightly in his, and brought it up to his lips, kissing the scarred flesh.

‘There you are, I was starting to think she still had you in her office, I was debating whether I came back to rescue you from your captor’ He said, a smirk rising.

‘Draco, this isn’t the time for flirting, they know’

Seriousness washed over his face. ‘They definitely know?’ He asked, a lump forming in his throat.

‘Yes. I had to tell them. They wondered about what I was hiding and I’m so tired of keeping this secret. I know I should have asked you first but I just had to do it’ She responded, expecting him to be angry and wanting to leave her.

‘Ok’

‘Ok? That’s how you respond?’ She questions.

‘Well, they know now. And that’s ok. We can deal with that’

Y/N was astonished. Draco was ok with them knowing? He had wanted to hide things for so long, but now it’s suddenly ok?

She didn’t get an opportunity to speak when the sound of three pairs of feet, crunching the leaves below them, approached the couple.

Expecting something bad to happen, Draco instinctively pulls Y/N behind him, wanting to keep her safe from anything that could do them any harm. He only wishes he could have done the same back when they were in Umbridge’s office.

The faces of the trio peering back at them, Y/N steps out from behind Draco.

‘Hello’ Harry starts. ‘I know we reacted badly back there, but we came to apologise. It isn’t our place to judge who you date or choose to spend your time with and after consideration we would like to apologise for our actions’

Y/N smiled at them, her heart filling with warmth.

‘Now, this isn’t to say that we like you, Malfoy, however, we will tolerate you, for Y/N’s sake. But if you do anything to ever hurt her, you’ll have us to answer to. Ok?’ Harry finished his lecture, staring at Draco, making sure he understood what was being said.

Draco laughed at the thought of them confronting him, but he reassured them, ‘don’t worry, I wouldn’t dream of hurting Y/N’ Finishing his sentence by taking her hand in his.

‘Now, let's get back to the castle, dinner is about to start and if we’re missing without reason we’ll be in big trouble, let alone if they find us in the forbidden forest’ Hermione reminded them, as they began their walk back to Hogwarts. A place where they could be whoever they wanted to be, regardless of their family, their background, their actions. A place they truly called home.

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durmstrange · 4 years

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Undeniable - Harry Potter

Welcome to another Harry Potter Enjoy!

Word count: 1,328

It was not hard for you to admit you loved Harry Potter.

You were born into an all wizard and witch family, so you grew up hearing of Harry Potter and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and quite frankly, you were surprisingly over it but the time you began to attend Hogwarts. You were in the same year as Harry, and only a day younger, being born on August 1st, and boy, did he hold it against you.

You were also not too excited to meet this boy. He beat the Dark Lord, so what? What made him all high and mighty? He had defeated the Dark Lord when he was a baby, not even knowing what he was doing. He was a student, just like yourself, and that was the standard you would insist at holding him at.

That was until you actually met him and stopped judging him by his name.

You were sorted into Gryffindor, the same as him, and you found he was just as clueless and unsure of himself as a muggle would be if you told them the story. You were completely floored by how kind and humorous and humble he was, and you took a liking to him immediately.

It did not take very long her Harry to develop feelings for you, either.

Although you expressly told each other very early in first year how much you adored each other, you did not truly start dating until you were in your third year. It came as a sudden revelation when you watched Harry land on the ground once more, after riding Buckbeak, and you couldn’t help but to take his face into your hands, kissing him roughly and anxiously, because you suddenly realized how breakable he truly was.

From there on, the two of you were each other’s number one. It was not until the summer directly before fifth year did you have your first true fight. It was technically your fault, much to Harry’s credit.

Your family had joined the Order of the Phoenix in a heartbeat. They were strong supporters of the good in life, and you knew they would never sway towards the dark side. They were very active members and got along with the Weasleys as if they knew each other all their lives, which led to you spending the majority of your summer at 12 Grimmauld Place with Sirius, the Weasleys, Hermione, and other Order members. Your family grew by many so quick.

When Harry was attacked in Little Whinging, you quite literally threw up when you heard the news, and for once, it was not from one of the twins slipping you a new product of theirs. They did, however, take care of you as you were sick in the bathroom. They had become like big brothers to you, and you loved them with all you had. “Hush, now, little one. Harry will be fine. He always is.” George kept insisting all through the night as he rubbed your back.

Fred had tied your hair up for you as you sat next to the toilet, trying to steady your breaths. “He is the chosen one, after all,” Fred reminded you.

“Have some faith,” George encouraged you, and eventually, you were feeling better.

But that ended quickly when Harry had arrived.

It had all happened so fast, but you couldn’t blame him for being so mad. Per Dumbledore’s orders, you were to disclose absolutely nothing to your beloved Harry. This meant you could not mail him whatsoever, because Dumbledore knew you all too well. He knew you would still spill what was happening, so you were barred from sending any mail all summer, which strained your relationship with Harry. And it showed when he arrived and shouted at you for not mailing, which woke Sirius’ mother and caused you to cry as he shouted the most unkind words you ever heard him say to you.

You were so upset with both his words and yourself that you skipped supper that night, and you immediately obliged when your parents asked you to come home with them. As you walked out of the front door of the hidden home, you took once glance back to Harry’s angry eyes, and you felt sick from it.

For a two weeks, you remained home while your parents tended to the Order of the Phoenix. Now that you were allowed to mail, you kept in contact with Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, and even Sirius, but refused to send a letter to Harry. You knew you were being petty and foolish to act this way, but you were so hurt by his words. He had every right to be angry with you, but no matter how angry one is, some things are better left unsaid in an argument.

It was not until barely over two weeks later did you return to 12 Grimmauld Place. Harry was off on his charges, which you were jubilant about, but you were still cold with him. Your parents told you they would be doing work for the next few nights, so they arranged for you to stay with the Order. You didn’t mind because that’s what you had been doing most of the summer, but you did mind seeing Harry again.

You felt guilty and hurt, but you could only imagine how he felt. But, as you walked in the door of the grimy place, you did not expect for two strong, steady arms to be thrown around you the moment you entered. You almost dropped your bag of clothes as this happened, but you knew the scent anywhere.

“Harry?” You whispered to him, trying desperately not to wake Mrs. Black. “What is this about?” You struggled through his arms as you squirmed out of them, moving to give Molly a kiss on the cheek.

Harry watched you carefully, his face full of concern. “We should talk about what happened,” he told you lowly, so only you could hear.

Your family moved into the house, your parents disappearing to speak with the Weasleys, Sirius, Dumbledore, and Remus, and Harry took your hand, leading you up the stairs and towards a bedroom with three beds. “You, Ginny, and Hermione.” He explained awkwardly as you nodded. “I’m sorry for all I said to you when I arrived. It was out of bounds and I sincerely hope you know that I did not mean a lick of it,” Harry murmured to you as you set your bag down onto a bed, facing away from him.

You cleared your throat to speak, but Harry beat you to it. “And I know how you are. You are going to say it is your fault and that you could have found a way to of mailed me, but you couldn’t of. You were being watched by practically everyone and I am so proud of you for not mailing,” Harry continued as you felt him move behind you. He slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your back. “And I overreacted when I was so angry, and I took it out on you. I am very sorry, love.” Harry finished in an uneven voice, and you could tell he truly meant every word he said to you. You swallowed hard, placing your hands on his that were around you, and sighed gently as you leaned your head back to meet his.

“I don’t know what to do with you, Potter,” you mumbled as he allowed you to turn around, where you wrapped your arms tightly around him and nuzzled your face into his neck. “You drive me absolutely mad,” you teased him and he smiled sheepishly, allowing you to run your fingers through his hair lightly.

Harry looked at you closely, and for the first time in his life, he was sure of something. He was sure he would not lose you. No matter what it took, he would never, ever lose you.

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hermioneshandbag · 5 years

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One More Kiss, Part 5*

*Nipple Police Replacement Post

You and Tonks went home a bit later, much to Sirius’ dismay. He would probably be content for you to move in. When he wanted something he went all in.

The next week or so continued with you working in pest control during the day and spending evenings with Sirius, or with Sirius and Remus and Tonks. Sirius was greedy with your time; he wanted you all to himself. When you were alone, remarkably you weren’t constantly snogging. Oh, there was snogging, but not constantly.

You talked a lot, and learned each other. Sirius wanted to know everything there was to know about you, and you wanted that of him. You were always talking and laughing together.

Then the Weasleys came to stay, and you noticed Sirius becoming anxious because Harry wasn’t with him. He hated being locked up in the house when his godson was in danger, and at times he would lose his temper.

Remus simply rolled his eyes when Sirius started ranting, and usually left the room because you were better at calming him down now since Sirius actually worried about hurting your feelings. Remus was not too proud to use the newness of your relationship to skip out on Sirius’ tantrums.

Dumbledore visited occasionally and you got to know him a bit, but you didn’t care for the way he manipulated Sirius and Remus. Once you found out that Sirius had languished in prison for twelve years without even a trial, let alone a guilty verdict, you were infuriated that Dumbledore had never seen to it that Sirius was given a chance to defend himself.

You and Sirius finally agreed to disagree on the topic of Dumbledore, but secretly he was warmed by your protectiveness. He hadn’t felt the like since James’ parents had taken him in and made him a part of their family. Now he felt like he might have another chance at a family with you and Harry.

Someone you agreed with him completely about was Severus Snape. You had only seen him at meetings and once in passing, but he somehow managed to either insult Sirius or accuse him of cowardice because he was trapped in the house each time you saw him.

The first meeting had been a bit overwhelming and so you hadn’t noticed if he had done so, but since then you certainly noticed his little digs as well as their effect on Sirius. He instantly tensed and you could feel the hatred coming off him in waves. You took his hand and squeezed it until he looked at you, then you gave him a quick kiss, right there in the meeting. He seemed surprised, yet pleased and he was able to calm down.

The next meeting, when Sirius asked a question about whether some outlying villages that had been targeted in the past had been checked, Snape said in his most snide voice, “Perhaps if you didn’t spend your time lazing about here, we wouldn’t be spread so thin, Black.”

You felt Sirius tense and piped in, “Yeah, Sirius! Give him a break!” He looked at you with shock and betrayal. “This poor man is obviously so busy that he doesn’t even have time to take a shower and wash his hair!”

Sirius’ eyes widened with amazement, then he lost it when Remus chuckled in surprise. Sirius barked his wonderful laugh and hugged you to his side, realizing that no matter how many times Snape loosed his vitriol on him, he would never have what Sirius had in you.

Judging from the the chorus of coughs and covered mouths, as well as the malevolent gleam in your victim’s eyes, your snipe to Snape hit home. Dumbledore called an end to the meeting, hoping to keep the carnage to a minimum.

Sirius dragged you to the library and closed the door, pressing you against it and kissing you like you were the most amazing woman in the world. You were overwhelmed with the sensations of his mouth and hands and body, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on for dear life.

When his mouth moved down to your neck and you caught your breath, you finally noticed tapping at the door.

“Y/N!” you heard Tonks whisper-yelled through the door. “Open up!”

You giggled and pushed Sirius away from your neck with a fingertip on his forehead. He looked dazed for a second and tried to press his lips to yours again before he noticed you were giggling and Tonks was knocking.

“She’s taking this chaperone thing a bit too seriously,” he groaned.

You kissed him quickly and asked, “Can I let her in or do you need a moment to ummm adjust?”

He rubbed his groin against your stomach and you both groaned. “I need a moment.”

“Now so do I,” you whispered, before taking a deep breath and exhaling. “I’ll go distract her.”

He nodded, eyes smoldering with promise.

Sirius spent his days cleaning with the Weasleys, disposing of dark artifacts so the children didn’t get hurt. You helped when you came over after work if there were any new pests.

Finding a place to be alone in the evenings after chores was a bit of a challenge now that the house was full of kids. Sirius enjoyed the distraction and you spent several evenings laughing and playing games with them.

You got along well with the kids, too. Crookshanks took a liking to you, and Pig liked to fly circles around your head when he saw you. You told the kids about the menagerie you’d had when you were young, from dogs and cats to puffskeins and even a baby raccoon that you had found when his mother had been killed. You and your Dad had saved him and raised him and he was the sweetest little guy. Your father had laughed when you named him Sunshine because whenever he found a patch of sunlight he immediately curled up and took a snooze.

Most nights you made time to cuddle alone in Sirius’ room, talking and not talking as the mood came and went. Your silences were as loving and comfortable as your conversations. You honestly couldn’t believe that you had ever had a life that didn’t include Sirius. It was like you had been in a holding pattern, waiting to really live until the two of you met.

Meeting nights were getting tense, however. You felt like you were ready to start helping the Order, but Sirius threw reason after reason why you shouldn’t at you. Bottom line, though, was that he was scared and didn’t want to risk you getting hurt, especially when he couldn’t be there with you.

So you compromised and only went out with a few members he trusted: Remus, Moody and Shacklebolt. You agreed for the time being, but knew it would be another battle when the time came to have another partner. You hoped that he would accept it. Because he had to.

The time came that you were needed on a mission without any of your Sirius-approved partners. You felt Sirius tense next to you when the assignment was announced and you were paired with someone he didn’t know. You took his hand and squeezed, hoping he would at least have the decency to wait until after the meeting to rant.

After everyone left, you followed Sirius to his bedroom, his anger practically radiating from him.

When you entered his bedroom, you were prepared for some pushback, but when he turned around, he wore an utterly enraged expression and thundered, “I FORBID IT!!”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me?” you said quietly.

Sirius’ fists were balled at his side, his body ramrod straight. “I said,” he bit out angrily between clenched teeth, “I forbid it.”

“And what,” you bit out just as angrily, “pray tell, gives you the right to forbid me to do anything?”

“Because I want you to be safe!”

“Oh, I can’t keep myself safe?”

“This isn’t about your abilities, Y/N!”

“Then what is it about?” you yelled. “I was an Auror in America for four years and survived quite well, thank you very much! What exactly do you think I lack in skills that I can’t handle here? Hmm?”

Sirius threw his arms in the air. “Oh of course, turn this into me being an overprotective asshole!”

“Well if that isn’t what this is, please enlighten me! Because from over here, it looks a lot like you think I am not qualified for this and need some big strong man of your choosing to hold my hand!”

“Do you think I like watching you go out and risk your life while I sit here and wait to see if you survive?”

“No, but I don’t see you losing your shit when anyone else goes out on an assignment!’

“THAT’S BECAUSE I’M NOT BLOODY IN LOVE WITH ANY OF THEM, YOU SIMPLETON!”

“WELL I LOVE YOU TOO, BUT I AM NOT GOING TO LET YOU RUN MY LIFE OR DICTATE WHAT I CAN AND CAN’T DO, SIRIUS!”

With that, you stormed out of his room and disapparated home.

It took you about twenty minutes of pacing and grumbling before you realized that you and Sirius had just said – well, screamed – that you loved each other. You stopped, awed. Sirius loved you. You loved Sirius. He was being protective because he loved you and had lost almost everyone he ever loved.

You apparated back to an alley not far from Sirius’ house and then walked back to the front door and let yourself in. Remus appeared and saw it was you and breathed a sigh of relief. “I just spent the last twenty minutes keeping him here. I’m glad you don’t stay mad long.”

You hugged Remus. “Thank you for keeping him here. I’ll go settle him down.”

“He’s in with Buckbeak.”

“Oh, dear. That bad?”

“Worse.”

You went quietly up the steps, not wanting to frighten Buckbeak. Sirius visited Buckbeak often, but when he was very upset he always went in to see him. You heard Sirius’ voice coming down the hall.

“Why would she want me? She’s beautiful and perfect and I’m a colossal jackass. I mean, I can’t even follow her when we row!

“I love her so much, Beaky. She’s like the sun in my dank world.”

Buckbeak made a small sound that almost sounded comforting.

“And what do I do? Do I tell her in a sweet, romantic way that I love her? No, I scream it at the top of my lungs.

“I just want to marry her and make a home with her and Harry. With a room for Remus. He’s family too.”

Buckbeak made another sound.

“Of course with you, too, mate! A place in the country. Maybe near Hogwarts so she can teach. And maybe have a couple little ones if she’s up for it. She’d be a great mum.”

“Think so? I think my temper might be too short.”

Sirius jumped, then jumped to his feet and rushed over to you and folded you in his arms. “I’m so sorry, love. I’m so sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. “Shhh so am I. I can’t keep running away from you like that, I’m sorry.”

Sirius leaned away and kissed you gently, then said, “I love you, Y/N.”

“That is absolutely the first time I have ever heard you say those words!” you joked. “I love you, too, Sirius Black. I can’t wait til we have a home and family together.”

You pulled apart and held hands as you headed to the door. “Thank you for taking care of my boy, Buckbeak. You’re a good friend. And you will always have a home and be part of our family.”

He bowed his head regally.

If Remus and Tonks were nauseated and jealous before, your confessions of love were more than they could take. Tonks officially took herself off of chaperone duty and Remus just took himself off. He was disappearing for days at a time on what you suspected were missions for the Order.

You tried to be there for Tonks, knowing that she had only fallen harder for Remus by spending all this time here playing chaperone. But what you had with Sirius was new and you were at the “Can’t Bear to be Apart” stage. If before you had been inseparable, now you were joined at the hip.

As Harry’s birthday approached and passed, Sirius became even more touchy and cranky. You knew he wanted his boy with him, so did you. He was such a loving, protective man. He wanted to take care of everyone and was hobbled by his fugitive status.

You suspected that his frustration was not only because of Harry, however.

It was the first week of August and you were snuggled in Sirius’ arms, a cooling spell keeping the temperature comfortable. You and Sirius had been discussing your day at work, plans for attacking the next area of the house that needed to be cleared and other mundane topics.

There was another topic you had been trying to figure out how to broach with him, though. He was true to his word and never pressured you for sex, which apparently in his mind meant stopping just when it started getting good.

You were so freaking horny.

You wanted him. But you had never had to be the one to initiate sex before. You were pretty sure he’d be on board, but you were still insecure about being the one to make the first move.

But tonight was it. If you had to look at his ass in jeans one more time without wrapping your legs around him you were fairly certain you were going to die. Death by horny. So undignified. Best to get your man into bed.

You kissed him and then stood up and stretched in front of him. “Well, I am ready for bed.”

Sirius hopped up and looked disappointed. “It’s early, love. Already?”

You took his hand and pulled him across his room to the side of his bed. “You think it’s too soon?” you asked as you ran your hands up his chest, pushing his shirt up in the process.

“Godric, no, I thought I was going to die,” he said, roughly kissing you while you worked to undress him.

“I decided that dying of horniness was too undignified of a death. I want to die of too much sex rather than not enough,” you said as Sirius laughed and ran his hands all over you, randomly pulling at your clothes without pulling back from kissing you.

“I have spent more time fantasizing about you than any other woman…ever.”

“Let’s just say that I’ve imagined your hands and mouth and,” you reached between you and squeezed his cock gently, “this monster so many times.”

“I think it’s safe to say that I wank now more than I did as a teenager,” he laughed.

You winked. “Me, too.”

He groaned, dragging the rest of your clothes from you and lifting you onto the bed, lying down next to you to kiss and admire your beauty.

Then he described in vivid detail all of the things he had been thinking of doing to you as he ran his fingertips lightly across your skin, driving you to distraction with his words yet not delivering on them.

“Sirius! Make love to me!” you demanded.

He proceeded to put his mouth to much better use. You ran your fingers through his hair as he kissed his way from your neck to your clavicle, then to the valley between your breasts, a hand on each, pressing the flesh against his face. When his lips closed around a nipple you came off the bed.

He made happy sounds as he kissed down your ribcage to your belly button, and then slid down to lie between your legs and admire your center. He kissed each thigh until he was almost there, then stopped to nibble on your inner thigh. When you’d finally had enough of his teasing, you pulled his hair to try and get this show on the road. “Please, love,” you moaned.

Perhaps it was the polite request, or perhaps it was the none too gentle tugging of his hair, but Sirius licked a stripe from bottom to the top of your needy center, dipping his tongue inside a bit to flick against your clit.

Your body shook in pleasure. “Sirius!”

“Mmmmm,” he said against your clit, the vibrations sending fireworks shooting through your body. “Yes, darling?”

“More! That!”

Sirius redoubled his efforts, adding a finger and then another to your inundation of pleasurable sensations.

After that your moans and his licking and sucking noises blended into a mélange of happy lovemaking sounds, capped off by your loud praise of his skills and proclamations of your love when he brought you to your first orgasm.

After he licked you sweetly back down to earth, he kissed his way back up your body, stopping off again to worship your breasts along the way. You pulled him up to kiss him and said, “Sirius, I love you so much.”

He pressed himself to you as you wrapped your legs around his waist, then kissed you deeply as he guided his cock into your warmth. You both groaned loudly when you were joined, kissing and whispering endearments to each other as Sirius began gently making love to you.

This tender exploration of each other, learning where to touch and how to move together, this coming together as one inflamed your senses until you both began to move more quickly, frantically chasing the exquisite pleasure that was almost within your reach.

“Sirius! Ohh stars, Sirius I’m gonna Ooooh!”

“Yes, darling, come for me, love.”

Sirius started losing his rhythm and his frenzied movements pushed you over the edge, your orgasm taking his last bit of restraint as he snapped his hips into you and came deep inside you, screaming your name as he climaxed so hard he saw stars.

You held him close as his heartbeat and breathing returned to normal, his head on your shoulder, his lips roaming lazily around your neck. You ran your hands over his sweaty back, ankles still locked around his waist to hold him close.

He raised his head to kiss you sweetly. Looking into your eyes, he whispered, “I love you so much, Y/N,” as if in awe.

You squeezed him tighter if possible. “That was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced. I love you more than I ever thought I was capable of caring for someone.”

He kissed you again, then rolled to his back and pulled you against him.

“We are very sticky,” you said with a laugh.

“I am ridiculously happy and relaxed right now, love,” he purred, kissing the top of your head. “Sticky is fine for a bit.”

You kissed and nibbled his chest where you were cuddled up next to him, your leg tossed across his groin. Your fingers began twirling and playing in the treasure trail that had fascinated you so much. When you started following the line of hair you felt a stirring under your knee.

Sirius moaned and said, “Keep that up and you’ll wind up even stickier, love.”

You wound up stickier.

From then on you essentially lived there. You and Sirius slept together even when you didn’t make love, though that was infrequent. You had been drawn to each other from the moment your eyes had met and that had not changed. You somehow fell deeper in love with every day together.

You still had your apartment, though, so you went home to get clothes and things. Sirius had told you to bring more clothes at once so you didn’t have to go home as often, but he hadn’t broached the topic of you moving in and neither had you.

You suspected that he would eventually get to the topic, but right now he was barely able to contain himself because a plan had finally been put into place to get Harry here where he belonged. It had killed Sirius to be so distant to his boy when Harry was clearly confused at the remote tone of his letters from his godfather and his friends.

Because Dumbledore had said not to share anything that happened in the headquarters, and because frankly he could think of no other way to explain meeting you, Sirius had made no mention of you. So you were nervous about meeting the boy, worried that your presence would not be welcome.

#Sirius Black #sirius black fanfiction #sirius fanfic #sirius black x reader #hp

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MAKNAE LINE FRIENDSHIP HEADCANONS (pt. 1)

A/N: This is gonna be hella long so i'm splitting it into two parts because these guys are friendship goalz

(bless this gif for existing)

• I'm so excited for this the maknae line makes me so soft

• They're all in their first year when yoongi and seokjin (the eldest hyungs) are in third year

• The first time they meet is in king's cross station when they're about to enter platform 9 3/4

• Taehyung spots a lost little jungkook and his family looking for the platform and judging by the huge trunk and the caged owl that jungkook has, taehyung immediately realizes that he's going to hogwarts

• So being the sweet little boy that he is taehyung decides to help jungkook out and show him the way

• "You have to go through here! Like this!"

• Taehyung takes his trolley (is that what they call it??) and runs straight towards the WRONG wall

• Rip taehyung's luggage

• Jungkook pretends not to know him as everyone stops and stare

• Meanwhile jimin has been watching everything from the side

• He and jungkook help taehyung pick up his stuff and jimin brings them to platform 9 3/4 at last to board the train

• After long goodbyes with their family the three decide to sit together in the train

• Both jimin and jungkook are hella shy so taehyung is the one who leads the conversation to help bring them out of their shell

• The REAL icebreaker comes in the form of the good old hogwarts train snacks trolley

• They all pitch in to buy a little bit of everything

• Both taehyung and jimin love seeing jungkook's reactions to eating the Every Flavor Beans

• Jungkook exaggerates sometimes to make them laugh even more

• They all love chocolate frogs

• Jimin explains the whole card-collecting thing to jungkook meanwhile taehyung is just eating the chocolate, not really caring about the cards

• Both jimin and taehyung give their cards to jungkook since he's still starting out

• When jimin gets a limited edition newt scamander card taehyung literally freaks out because holy shit newt scamander

• Even though jimin doesn't have that card yet (and he's a die-hard card collector) he gives it to taehyung because the boy looks absolutely excited and jimin's such a nice boy

• Taehyung is so happy and thankful that he gives jimin the hippogriff feather that he found once in a camping trip in exchange

• Its the start of a beautiful friendship

• When they get to hogwarts they soon find out that they'll be in separate houses

• It really bums jungkook out most of all because the other people in his house weren't super welcoming to him

• They all see each other when they go to the same classes though

• Jungkook's favorite classes are Flying and Care of Magical Creatures because his friends are there

• The first time jungkook saw jimin fly he was jungshookt

• Likewise for jimin when he saw jungkook fly like a pro for the first time

• Both of them get scouted for their respective quidditch team obviously

• But jimin and jungkook find time to practice by themselves and they just have so much fun flying

• Taehyung isn't in quidditch but he's spends a lot of time helping hagrid out with taking care of the magical creatures

• He also loves watching jimin and jungkook practice though and cheers for them on the sidelines

• Which is great considering how self-critical jungkook and jimin are

• Like taehyung will see jimin worrying about his throw and he'll just yell "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU THREW THAT HALFWAY ACROSS THE COURT JIMIN THAT WAS AMAZING!"

• Jungkook quickly gets in on it and cheers jimin on

• And jimin's shy smile omg i can't breathe ahxjls

• Taehyung also brings snacks and water for everyone

• Other than quidditch practice they hang out at the herbology greenhouse too

• Mostly because taehyung and jungkook learn quite a lot of herbology from jimin

• They also love hanging out at hagrid's place and taking care of buckbeak (who was thankfully brought back to hogwarts)

• Most students see them as a pretty unique friend group and they often sit with each other during meals

• But the professors see them as the next ron, hermione, and harry group

• "Here we go again"

• When the three are sent to detention for going to the forbidden forest the beliefs are confirmed

• Taehyung and jungkook love the forbidden forest though

• Jimin not so much but he loves spending time with his friends so why not?

• He had to put his foot down though when taehyung suggested exploring the acromantula cave

• That time when they were sent to detention it was because taehyung was chasing down a niffler in the woods and they got kind of lost and made it back to the castle past sundown

• They try to be a bit more careful next time

• The first time they have to take exams they do their studying outside by the lake or in the quidditch field

• They do intend to study hard and pass their exams but they get REALLY distracted too

• Taehyung has to lock away their broomsticks to keep them from flying when they're studying at the quidditch field

• Jimin and jungkook literally have to hold taehyung back from jumping into the lake when he hears a splash that he swears came from a grindylow

• Eventually they crack down and somehow managed to study before the exams by doing all-nighters

• Peace comes at last to hogwarts for about 14 hours while the maknaes are passed out cold

• But then after that taehyung was back wading through the lake with his pants legs rolled up and looking for colorful fish to catch

• Jungkook retrieved his broom from the closet it was locked away and is zooming around on it outside the castle

• Jimin is reading the comic books he borrowed from jungkook and looking up once in a while to make sure taehyung isn't underwater because he thought he saw a hippocampus (again) and jungkook isn't taunting and flying around the whomping willow (again)

#headcanons #bts hogwarts au #hogwarts au #bts scenarios #bts headcanons #bts #jimin #v #jungkook #maknae line #maknae line headcanons

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Why I hate... #1

“The headcanon that James changed for Lily"

There is no evidence whatsoever that James Potter changed for Lily Evans. It’s something that fans have decided is ideal to want.

The main quote–if not the only–referencing James changing is from Order and the Phoenix, Career Advice (The chapter after Harry finds out Lily ‘hated’ James).

keys:

[my thoughts]

{summary}

quotes/quotes

The conversation goes as follows:

When he had finished, neither Sirius nor Lupin spoke for a moment. Then Lupin said quietly, “I wouldn’t like you to judge your father on what you saw there, Harry. He was only fifteen–” [He was actually sixteen at that point since his birthday is in March, but whatever.]

“I’m fifteen!” said Harry heatedly.

“Look, Harry,” said Sirius placatingly, “James and Snape hated each other from the moment they set eyes on each other, it was just one of those things, you can understand that, can’t you? [We know this is true from the flashback of them meeting in Deathly Hallows.] I think James was everything Snape wanted to be–he was popular, he was good at Quidditch, good at pretty much everything. [Snape does complain to Lily about how great everyone thinks James is in DH.] And Snape was just this little oddball who was up to his eyes in the Dark Arts and James–whatever else he may have appeared to you, Harry–always hated the Dark Arts.”

{Harry says James attacked Snape for no good reason. Lupin explains how they were the height of cool and sometimes got a bit carried away. Sirius and Lupin reminisce, and Harry says he thought James was a bit of an idiot. Sirius replies they were all idiots, “Well–not Moony so much.” Remus says how he never told them to lay off, and Sirius says he made them feel guilty sometimes.}

“And,” said Harry doggedly, determined to say everything that was on his mind now he was here, “he kept looking over at the girls by the lake, hoping they were watching him!”

“Oh, well, he always made a fool of himself whenever Lily was around,” said Sirius, shrugging. “He couldn’t stop himself showing off whenever he got near her.”

“How come she married him?” Harry asked miserably. “She hated him!”

“Nah, she didn’t,” said Sirius.

“She started going out with him in seventh year,” said Lupin.

“Once James had deflated his head a bit,” said Sirius. [Notice he says “a bit,” and not had a change of personality like in a numerous amount of fanfics.]

“And stopped hexing people just for the fun of it,” said Lupin.

{Then they start talking about James and Snape and them hexing each other and whether Lily was okay with it.}

The point is James had more important things to worry about than if a girl he fancied didn’t like him. Also, nowhere in that passage does anyone refer to him as changing, I mean he stopped doing things and deflated his head a bit but his essence was still the same (hated the Dark Arts, didn’t care about blood status, a good friend), he just grew up.

Such things being:

Sirius said he (as in Sirius not James) ran away when he “was about sixteen.” When Harry asked where he went he told him he went to James’ place and that James’ parents “sort of adopted [him] as a second son.” Sirius' birthday, according to Rowling, is November third meaning he turned sixteen two months into fifth year, so ran away before sixth year started seeing as he has no chance to runaway after he returning to Hogwarts for sixth year but before he turns seventeen. He either ran away during Christmas or Easter break during fifth year or the summer before sixth year. But seeing he could have stayed at Hogwarts or just stayed at James’ (Harry never needed his guardians’ permissions to stay at Ron’s house during breaks), it’s more likely he ran away during the summer. And James grew up after fifth year but prior to dating Lily in seventh year. And Sirius running away could be part of the reason.

Also, Voldemort was on the rise (knowingly and not) while they were students at Hogwarts:

By the time that Remus was four years old, the amount of Dark magical activity across the country was increasing steadily. While few yet knew what lay behind the mounting attacks and sightings, Lord Voldemort’s first ascent to power was in progress and Death Eaters were recruiting all kinds of Dark creatures to join them in their quest to overthrow the Ministry of Magic.

Eugenia Jenkins (1968-1975) Jenkins dealt competently with pure-blood riots during Squib Rights marches in the late sixties, but was soon confronted with the first rise of Lord Voldemort. Jenkins was soon ousted from office as inadequate to the challenge.

So Voldemort was known to be on the rise at latest late in their fourth year or early in their fifth year (between January 1975–fourth year–to December 1975–their fifth year).

If the roles were reverse:

If Lily and James switched roles no one would say Lily changed for James, Meaning if Lily was the bully who hated the Dark Arts and taunted James’ non-popular Dark Arts obsessed friend who hated Lily and followed her and her friends around to get them in trouble and fancied James, and James was the mature one who stood by that friend no matter what his other friends said until that friend called him a slur because Lily was humiliating them and made James realize (after years of denial) what that friend was becoming. If James rejected her because he didn’t like how they hexed people and acted like they owned the place. If James was the one who ‘hated’ Lily, then Lily changed and stopped hexing people (except for the ex-friend who also hexed her) no one would say Lily changed for James.

No there would be an uproar about how a woman doesn’t have to/shouldn’t change for a guy to like her. And people would say Lily didn’t change for James but grew up for the war and her friend who ran away from a family who believed in pureblood mania. Which is what likely happened in James’ case.

Why it Matters:

It matters because (as far as canon goes) James did not change for Lily. By saying James changed for Lily, you’re implying that he changed specifically for someone to like him. You’re diminishing his character; James fancied Lily (he wasn’t in love with her as far as we know, prior to dating her), and at the age of fifteen/sixteen he was an idiot and a bully. But you know what, a lot of teenagers are (not that that makes it okay), I was a victim of bullying for several years by various people, and I witnessed some of those people grow up and become nicer people than when the younger version of me knew them. You know why? Because people grow up. Are you the same person at the age of seventeen that you were at fifteen, at eleven? Likely not, because we go through experiences that change us and make us grow up. There was a war and people dying, they wouldn’t have stayed the same people.

Harry at eleven befriends people others wouldn’t (Hermione “know-it-all” Granger, and Ron “Poor Pureblood” Weasley) and makes a rival.

James at eleven befriends people others wouldn’t (Remus “werewolf-but-just-says-his-mum-is-sick” Lupin, Sirius “I-come-from-a-pureblood-family-that-believes-in-pureblood-mania-and-are-always-in-Slytherin” Black–also keep in mind that James hated Slytherin yet continued chatting well with Sirius despite knowing his whole family was from Slytherin, and Peter “I-look-like-a-nobody-and-people-overlook-me” Pettigrew) and makes a rival.

Harry at twelve gets annoyed with a fanboy of his following him. Saves Ginny Weasley.

James at twelve finds out his friend is a werewolf and continues to be his friend and tries to find a way to help him (along with Peter and Sirius).

Harry at thirteen Harry uses his invisibility cloak to throw mud at Malfoy for taunting Ron about being poor and for Hagrid. Spends most of it (along with Ron) mad at Hermione. Time travels to save Sirius and Buckbeak.

James at thirteen, tries to become an animagus (along with Peter and Sirius).

Harry at fourteen gets jealous and avoids using Cedric’s advice as long as possible because they fancied the same girl–which would have come back to bite Harry in the arse if it hadn’t been for Dobby. Saves Fleur’s little sister along with Ron (and waited until Cedric and Krum had already rescued Cho and Hermione respectively before taking them up) even though it wasn’t his responsibility.

James at fourteen, tries to become an animagus (along with Peter and Sirius).

Harry at fifteen attempts to use “Crucio” after his godfather dies and is constantly going through teen angst. Tries to save his godfather and stands up to authority no matter what it cost him.

James at fifteen saves a guy that he hates (Snape) and had been following him and his friends around in hopes of getting them expelled from a werewolf (after his other friend told him where to go, but it was partly Snape’s fault for going even when he already suspected Remus of being a werewolf). Became an animagus (along with Sirius and Peter) to help Remus. May have used an illegal hex (along with Sirius) on Bertram Aubrey–I say “may” in terms of James’ age, since we don’t know how old he was when it happened. Fancies Lily Evans. May have made the Marauder’s Map along with Moony, Wormtail, and Padfoot–again, I say “may” in terms of his age.

Harry at sixteen, has to handle his godfather’s death. Used sectumsempra on Draco not knowing what the spell did only that it was “for enemies.” Saves his mate's life. Fancies and later starts dating Ginny Weasley, and then breaks up with her for a noble reason.

James at sixteen, was a bully (I’m talking about the SWM scene, since it happens when he’s in fifth year, but he’d be sixteen at that point in time). Takes in his best friend who ran away from home. Began to deflate his head.

Harry at seventeen, used Crucio and Imperio. Lost more of his friends. Sacrificed himself for the wizarding world.

James at seventeen, became Head Boy. Began dating Lily Evans. Had his head deflated. Still hexed Severus Snape (who hexed him as well).

Also note that I wasn’t going to explain everything good and bad James and Harry did at their different ages because respectively we don’t know everything about one of them in canon and it would be too long if I wrote everything good and bad the other did.

At any age we do things we regret and things we don’t. Do you think James or Lily would have used Dark Spells? No. Yet Harry does. Younger Harry wouldn’t have even considered it, but older Harry didn’t feel like he had a choice if he was going to save the world (he uses Crucio on one of the Carrow siblings after they spat in McGonagall’s face and Imperio in Gringotts on one of the goblins when they were close to losing their covers–as Hermione was disguised as Bellatrix).

Back to James, by saying he changes for Lily you diminish the character he became. Sure it’s a romantic thought (although, I’ve always found it annoying in books), but you’re giving Lily too much credit and power over James. And it sends the wrong message of ”change for someone and they’ll fall in love with you” rather than “be yourself, whoever doesn’t like you is obviously not the right person for you.” You may ask: but he changed (grew up), so did Lily not really love him (or a variant)? Yes and no, yes he changed (grew up), but not for her. I’m not saying he didn’t take Lily’s comment to heart, but changing for someone and changing because you realize you don’t want to be a certain kind of person is different. Lily didn’t like the former James because of his former ill-behaved mannerisms, but he grew up and realized he likely didn’t want to be this person and again there was a war. He stopped being arrogant all the time (but he was likely still a bit arrogant, he’s James Potter) and acted more mature but kept a playful and loving manner–even if he still hexed Severus Snape who hexed him as well.

James Potter didn’t change for Lily Evans to love him.

Citations:

Rowling, JK. "Remus Lupin.” Pottermore. N.p., n.d. Web. 9 June 2017. <https://www.pottermore.com/writing-by-jk-rowling/remus-lupin>.

Rowling, JK. “Ministers for Magic.” Pottermore. N.p., n.d. Web. 9 June 2017. <https://www.pottermore.com/writing-by-jk-rowling/ministers-for-magic>.

Rowling, JK. “The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.” Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. New York: Scholastic, 2013. 111 . Print.

Rowling, JK. “Career Advice.” Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. New York: Scholastic, 2013. 670-71. Print.

#pro james potter #marauder era fanfiction #jily fanfiction #james potter #lily evans #pro jily #padfootpost

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