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sweetpandorabox · 1 year

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George Weasley as a Boyfriend 🧨🦁

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Warnings ⚠️: Slight mentioned of sexual themes and some spicy stuff.

Dating this mischief-maker yet kinder and handsome twin could include:

👨🏻‍🦰👂🏻🧹

He's very affectionate but in the most caring way, unlike Fred who's more playful he learns how to style your hair for you (like braids and ponytails) by asking Ginny to teach him, instead of holding hands like most couples do, he offers you a piggyback ride everywhere so you don't have to walk. He gives you a playful noogie when you tease him, tucks your hair behind your ear so he can see your face better, randomly making out of nowhere because he really needs it, and of course some light pranks here and there to make you laugh.

He and you aren't allowed to sit together in any classes that the two of you share together, not because of PDA since he's usually more lowkey rubbing your thigh under the table, but because the both of you just cannot stop laughing around each other for no reason which distracts the whole class.

The both of you wear a matching bracelet that George made himself, you wear his initial in yours and he wears your initial in his, and the two of you made a promise to each other not to take it off ever or not lose it, all to show that the two of you belong together.

He's a really patient boyfriend, no matter how angry you are and taking it all out on him or how annoyed and upset he gets he's never once raised his voice at you or dumped all his frustration at you in any way. He's even the first one to apologize after every fight, even if he didn't start it.

He calls you cute nicknames like Babe, Gorgeous, Dream Girl, or Precious.

Likes when you call him Georgie, Darling, Stud, Freckles, or Dreamboat (you used to call him that teasingly before you guys started dating not knowing he was into you, and still uses it to this day).

His love language is probably quality time, just like Fred he values his memories with you and loves making new ones all the time because those are truly precious over other things.

Anytime he needed a password he always uses your name and last name, your birth date, your favorite color, or the date when he asked you out to be his.

He can sing quite well and would sing a song when you're sad or aren't feeling the best, then he would offer his hand which you always take and he would spin you around before slow dancing with you to his singing as the music.

He would sneak into your room at night when you're asleep and kiss your forehead then leave something on your nightstand beside your bed so you'll always wake up to something new every day, whether it's a fresh bouquet of flowers in a vase, a book he issued for you that he thought you may like, a box of treats like chocolate and sweets or one of his sweaters/hoodies that smells like him.

He's shyer then Fred and still have that occasional blush, stammer and avoid eye contact with you when you change your appearance a little bit or did something that he found really attractive like twirling your hair or biting on your pen while focusing on something.

He tells funny stories about you any chance he gets to all his friends and Fred who finds it adorable that he's so excited to talk about you all the time.

He owns a polaroid camera that was made in the muggle world that he got from his dad as a "don't tell your mother I broke her favorite tea cup" present and takes it every time the both of you are out on a date, and he would ask to take pictures of just the two of you, let it print out and kept it in a bundle inside his sock drawer.

Holidays at the burrow Molly and Arthur love you and make you feel like a part of their family, but you happened to be closer to Ginny because it's like having a little sister. You'd talk about boys, quidditch, fashion, and more.

Instead of focusing on making joke products and trying them on you, he keeps trying to find ways how to make cool things that you can keep and that would impress you because, to be honest, he's just a little boy trying to impress his girl.

Sometimes out of nowhere he just goes "Will you marry me precious?" and get down on his knees or put your hand on his heart because he can't believe you're real and that never fails to make you blush so you just answered "Of course I will, but not now" with a giant smile on your face.

Hornier than Fred, but instead of being rough/playful and degrading during sex he seems to be more of a praiser and more gentle in the best way.

When you lay down on the Gryffindor common room couch he would sit on the opposite side, put your feet on his lap and message it asking about your day and what he can do for you today as well.

When he isn't with you during the holidays (Summer, Winter, and more) he would send you a cute little postcard every single day and a little gift through his family owl Errol.

As soon as he graduated and got the joke shop open he surprises you by saving up his money and getting his own place close to the shop so you can move in with him which you obviously accepted when he asks. The next thing on the list is a ring to marry you.

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pr33tylul · 1 year

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okg pls give us a hufflepuff reader with slytherin harry

HARRY POTTER X FEM!READER.

The bet

(LOVE WHOEVER MADE THESE PICS OMFL ITS HOT IN HERE 🥵)

Part 1 Part 2 part 3

Slytherin!Harry and hufflepuff reader!

Ravenclaw Hermione and gryffindor Ron.

All marauders are alive just not mentioned

Voldy baldy is dead.

Warnings: cigarettes, swearing

Harry James potter.

The girls around hogwarts loved him, until they found out what a total player he was. Many girls would cry over the heartbreak, some girls wouldn’t give a shit and never talk to him again. Some reckoned he was only like that because he was friends with Draco malfoy.

Y/n y/l/n. One of hogwarts most favourite students, y/n wasn’t one to hate on people but when it came to potter she couldn’t stand him, she promised herself she’d never EVER fall in love with someone like Harry.

“So what class have you got next, y/n” Hermione looked at her. “Oh I have char-” y/n not looking where she was going she bumped into someone, her books going everywhere. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going” she laughed awkwardly even before looking up and when she did, she wished she could take the apology back but she didn’t say anything.

“Oh it’s okay, not your fault” Harry had passed her books that he’d helped her pick up his friends not far behind him smirking at the both of them, he looked into her beautiful e/c eyes and smiled.

Y/n smiled as she walked off with Hermione, the slytherin boy just standing there.

“The Harry Potter just spoke to you!” Hermione squealed “did you see how he was looking at you? He was totally crushing!” Y/n looked at her best friend “he can crush all he wants, do you not know what he done to Ginny Weasley? He cheated on her with Cho Chang then he cheated on Cho for some other girl, how come you were so excited for him to speak to me? If you want him I’m sure he would snog wit-”

“Y/n! Gross anyways…Ron’s the one I like…what do you think I was doing why you and Harry were talking?” She shyly replied. Hermione wasn’t the kind of girl to fall for a boy then go blabbering on about it, she was very secretive with that kind of subject.

“Come on enough boy talk, flitwick will have our necks if we are late.” Y/n said walking a bit faster.

Later on.

Ron, malfoy, Harry, Blaise, Seamus, Dean. We’re all in the slytherin common room joking and laughing around. Malfoy then had said [this story there aloud in each others common room.]

“So potter, you looked real cozy with that hufflepuff girl, y/l/n? Was it.” Malfoy had lit up a cigarette. Ron turned over to Harry. “As in y/n? Blimey Harry” “we just bumped into eachother no big deal.”

“But she’s definitely not a big fan of you like most girls” Dean continued on. “Chang and Weasley basically told the entire school and rumour has it the golden girl of hufflepuff don’t like you, at all. No way she’d fall in love with you mate”

“Is that a challenge?” Harry smirked looking at Dean. “You don’t think I Can get y/n y/l/n to fall in love with me?” Harry sat up “okay I bet you all, I can make that girl fall in love with me.”

“And if you don’t.” Seamus Said, all boys now interested in this bet. “If I don’t I’ll jump in the black lake, naked.” “Alright, bet” Blaise said, Harry now lighting a cigarette.

The next day, Harry came down extra early making his way to the hufflepuff common room, waiting for y/n.

He had a cigarette in his mouth when She came out, her hair down and a bright smile on her face. “Y/l/n!” Harry shouted throwing the blunt on the floor and walking towards her.

She turned around “potter” he heard the annoyance in her voice. “You and me, date?” She rolled her eyes “yeah nice try, find another girl.” She walked off and he was left alone stood there.

Again the next day he came down waiting for her, she looked even more annoyed when she saw him. He took her books “what do you think your doing?” She said rolling her eyes. “Walking you to class, what does it look like?”

She smiled a little bit and she prayed that he didn’t see, but he did.

He did the same the next day. “Well I’m not surprised to see you here potter.” She said giving him her bag. He put it on his shoulder. “I want to get on a first name basis, if that’s okay with you?”

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” They walked to breakfast together. “So y/n. You gonna let me talke you on a date?” She looked down. She really wasn’t sure what to say. He didn’t do this for the others, maybe he was actually trying to keep a relationship.

“I don’t know” was all she said but Harry knew that he’d get the hufflepuff girl to fall in love with him with out falling in love with her.

Well, little did he know.

The weekend had come and Harry and y/n were in Harry’s dorm. “So what’s your favourite colour.” Harry asked randomly. “(Your favourite colour)” he nodded “ and food?” “(Your favourite food)” you were currently sitting at his desk why he was in his bed.

“Do you have a favourite colour?” Y/n asked looking at him. “Well I like red I suppose, and favourite food is Treacle Tart” y/n laughed at the way Harry licked his lips as he said it. “You know, I could get used to that, your laugh” Harry smiled at her.

She blushed a little.

“You want to make treacle tart?” Y/n offered, Harry’s eyes lighting up at the question, y/n being pushed down to the kitchen.

Y/n had started with the flour, salt and butter. Mixing it together with her hands, Harry standing behind her he put his hands in aswell helping her. Y/n slightly blushed but didn’t let him see. When they had done the pastry they started on the filling, then assembling the tarts and putting them in the oven.

Y/n cleaning up the flour on the side. Harry being Harry he took some and tapped her face. He laughed “oh really! Is that how you wanna be.” She giggled taking flour and chucking it all over him.

Y/n ran around the kitchen covered in flour and so did Harry but y/n was hiding and Harry was catching her. Quietly, Harry scared her casing her to scream and giggle. He pulled her in by her waist and looked down at her. He looked into those (e/c) eyes he adored so much.

Maybe he was falling for her after all.

After there fight they cleaned up the kitchen so the elf’s would have to, not even long after that the treacle tart was done.

Harry had taken it out the oven and he took one without waiting.

“This is the best treacle tart I’ve ever had, hands down.” He said smiling at her. She giggled as she wiped his lips with her thumb.

“It’s getting late” y/n said looking at the time. They were aware that they were out after hours but sneaking back was the problem. “It’s okay love, come on.” Harry had put the tarts on a plate and took one more before leaving the kitchen.

He took her up to the hufflepuff common room. “I’ll see you tomorrow” He smiled. She smiled back. “Yes. And you can take me on that date tomorrow night if you want.” Harry smiled, the bet had blown over him and all he cared about was her. “I’ll pick you up at seven”

She watched him leave before slipping into the common room, smiling as she walked to her dorm.

#harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry x y/n #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter smut #harry james potter smut #harry james potter x you #harry potter

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whinlatter · 4 months

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What about the dynamic between Ron and Ginny? I don’t see too many people talk about them other than the one time he tried to sl*t shame her.

this is a lovely one, thank you so much anon. the two baby weasleys. two beloved bruisers who will squabble til the cows come home but who would absolutely take bullets for each other in a heart beat... it's the loves of my life, ron and ginny weasley.

the dynamic between ron and ginny is, as you say, deeply misunderstood, deeply underrated and, ultimately, deeply loving. the ron haters will say ron's a misogynistic slut shamer towards his sister: the ginny haters (these are, i fear, much more numerous...) will say that ginny is a nasty bully towards her big brother, the family/molly's favourite who basks in greater limelight and parental love than poor tormented ronnie. i think that says more about fandom's inability to a) remember we are talking about children/teenagers, b) remember that tripping your brother to humble him when he's being openly horny about his future in sister in law is praxis, and c) grasp that conflict between characters does not preclude the presence of real love, care and mutual respect in their relationship. ron and ginny's dynamic is interesting because it brings out each characters' insecurities and flaws (for ron, his anxieties about his reputation among his own peers and his position within his own family, his worry about his family's wider reputation and wellbeing, his particular overbearing concern about ginny's safety post CoS; for ginny, her resentment of being overprotected, her inability to stomach hypocrisy and tendency to fly off the handle when confronted with it, her righteous temper in general...) but i think if the characters were, er, real, and you were able to show them the fandom takes/discourse around their relationship they'd be like, er, what? obviously we love each other to death. we're very very close. we're mates who enjoy each other's company and increasingly hang out a ton and treasure each other as dearly beloved family, what are you on about? like, yes, of course they bicker. of course they fight. but those two, in their core, are good. i think as adults they'd be closer still.

(there's been a horrid fanon tendency in the last few years to make a lot of hay out of the idea that molly desperately wanted a daughter and mistreated ron, her sixth son, as a result. this is an allegation that seems to have its sole canon basis in what the horcrux screams at ron ('least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter'). looking past the fact that the horcrux is, er, expressing ron's fears not reality (in its next breath claims hermione is .... in love with harry lads! tiktok fandom discourse do not like to remember this!), i think it's very important that even if this is ron's fear - that his mum loves him less than his siblings and only had him because she was trying to have a girl - it doesn't actually ever inform any resentment or jealousy towards ginny by ron. ron and ginny fight, of course, they do, but ron never makes this apparent anxiety ginny's problem. ginny could be someone ron bitterly resents, someone his mother and, by 1997, his best friend prefers. but he doesn't ever do that. ron just really loves his sister and wants her to be safe, and yeah, sometimes that pisses her off, but it doesn't come from a place of envy or resentment, which, given ron has oodles of that in other relationships, is saying something.)

my favourite ron and ginny moments:

in CoS when ron's desperate to see ginny get sorted and then gutted that he missed it :(

in CoS when ron teases ginny sweetly about her crush on harry but as soon as malfoy does it is ready to commit bodily harm

in PoA when ginny's suffering with the dementors and she goes looking for ron (even though the last thing he told her was to go away, lmao. just sibling things. fuck off and die! but also i would give you both my kidneys)

in GoF where ginny really is trying not to laugh at ron for asking out fleur when that is plainly fucking funny

in OotP when ron gets one singular look at michael corner and decides he is NOT good enough for his sister and also probably a traitor

in HBP when ron and ginny are at war with each other but ginny names her pygmy puff after him and as soon as ron is poisoned ginny is the first person on the scene (with hermione) and does up poirot with harry trying to solve the mystery of her beloved brother's assassination attempt. he will be avenged!

in DH when the catalyst for the ron/harry fight escalating and ron leaving is the moment ron accuses harry of not caring enough about ginny........ king shit sorry!

bonus in DH when ron's like yeah ofc i didn't go home are you mad. fred and george would have been fuming. and ginny, my moral weather vane, would have run me through with the rustiest of pikes

thank you for humouring me with this ask game anon!

#ron and ginny: lomls #calling your brother a prat is a god given right and also a love language #the pygmy puff joke is hall of fame funny stop being sour about it on tiktok fandom #ron weasley #ginny weasley #ask game #meta

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harrysmmm · 1 year

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐝.𝐦

Draco Malfoy x Y/N Potter (f!reader)

Summary: where Y/N is missing and neither her boyfriend Draco nor her brother Harry know where she is.

Setting: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part 2 movie)

A/N: Who would've thought it would be the world of wizards who would make me want to write again? Anyways, I am currently rewatching the Harry Potter saga (I have the two last movies left) and might've started developing a crush on Draco... weird cause it's been more than 10 years since I've watched the movies all over again and never really felt it before. Anyways, hope you enjoy and please do tell me if you want more draco x y/n potter imagines (who knows, it could become a series... I leave it up to you). love ya and it feels good to be back xxx

Notes: This imagine was FULLY inspired by an edit I bumped into on Youtube. It is basically a remake of that edit on a piece of writing, with some development of course. I leave you the link cause I think it can make you visualize the imagine better. Also, full credit to the editor of that video for the idea and some lines.

W/C: 640

masterlist here

“What brings you here, Potter?” Draco was pointing his wand to Harry in the Room of Requirements.

“I’m looking for my sister” Harry replies with no intention to pick up his wand. “You must know where she is”.

“How would I know where your filthy sister is?” he blurted out, still some hesitation was seen in his look.

“Because she would’ve never left without you.”

Ron and Hermione stood behind Harry and although not fully knowing the meaning behind his words, the latter understood right away. She tried to stop it from getting too far knowing there was a war about to begin outside of those walls.

“Harry, this is not the time—"

“It is the time,” Harry cut her off without taking his gaze off Draco. “Where is she, Malfoy? Did she tell you where she went?”

Draco was not speaking, still pointing his wand at Harry.

“Tell me!” Harry shouted.

Hermione looked rather uncomfortable, holding some tears from falling.

Draco finally spoke with a trembling voice:

“How do—”

“How do I know? How do I know that you’ve been snugging my sister? That’s beside the point, isn’t it?” He took a step closer towards Draco.

Draco took a step back and snickered:

“Well, if I’ve just been snugging her, I guess there’s no point for me to know where she is, is it?”

Harry lost his temper.

“She’s gone, Draco! She left!”

Draco softened his face and started to breathe heavily.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s not in the castle, no one has seen her in days.”

Draco kept being confused, his wand aimlessly directed towards Harry at this point.

“She is supposed to be with Ginny and the others. She got here days ago,” Draco finally replied vividly remembering his last conversation with Y/N.

“Ginny said she never came with them,” Ron added.

“What do you mean, Weasley?” Draco asked with disgust in his voice.

“Apparently the last person who talked to her was you,” Harry had softened his expression. “What do you know, Draco?”

Draco had to put himself together to not start crying. His wand kept being pointed at Harry.

“She told me she was going with Ginny and the others! She told me we would meet here and leave together!” A tear came down his face. “I guess she carries well the Potter blood after all, too coward to even wait for her boyfriend to go.” His voice turned into anger and his wand was more firmly lifted.

“Guys,” Hermione breakingly whispered.

Harry turned his head at her.

“What?”

“Haven’t you heard?” she was paralyzed while she spoke, slowly breaking down into crying.

Ron looked at her and Draco moved his wand towards her direction.

“Heard what?” Harry fully turned around facing her.

Hermione was staring at the ground, tears falling down her face.

“Just say it, Granger!” Draco shouted.

Hermione took a few seconds to pull herself together.

“Y/N died.”

No sound was made.

“Wh-what?” Draco whispered.

Harry’s face was a lifeless frame.

“She didn’t make it on the way. I don’t know who killed her or what happened,” she replied, her shaking voice filling the hurtful silence. “I’m sorry.”

After a few seconds of no one moving, Harry started running, calling Y/N with the hope of hearing her answer back. Hermione and Ron followed him.

Draco stood up by himself, his wand still pointing straight forward, although the enemy had no longer something to do with what was outside. He eventually broke down into tears. There was no point for him to fight anymore; there was no point for him to live anymore. He promised to her they would leave together, away from Hogwarts, away from her cursed past, away from his parents, away from magic.

When she left, she took everything of him with her.

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Thank you for reading :)

With all my love,

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction

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oflights · 4 months

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allie i've been trying to gather the courage to reread close behind honestly ever since i first read it in march last year but i've been too. emotionally distraught to actually do so but! i've literally thought about it probably twice each week. and now i'm finally actually almost over my ex so i should just bite the bullet but im SCARED bc the last time i cried for 5 hours

like i literally remember 2 am on a weekday in literally -2 C weather and i sat on my balcony, wrapped in a blanket, chain smoking and reading at the same time, tears streaming down my face. all this to say i long for that catharsis but i'm. scared

omg. anon!! first of all it's probably weird how happy this kind of message makes me lol, like yay, i left you emotionally ravaged!!! mission accomplished!!

second of all: just remember the happy ending! read the last chapter first, and keep it in your mind as you read the rest!! think about everything that could come after it, too, like:

harry and draco's first awkward af date in hogsmeade. ron, daphne, their kids, and scorpius all follow them in various disguises courtesy of george and they are very obvious but harry and draco are too into each other to notice.

draco never wears black again. for every date with harry, he wears a different set of brightly-colored, over-the-top robes.

he steals harry's colorful fair isle sweaters all the time, too.

oh and he gets a weasley sweater like, day one of his renewed relationship with harry. molly had actually been knitting him a bunch over the years but held them back because she didn't want to make things weird or upset harry, so there's a backlog to get through. some have a little dragon stitched on them and ron is super jealous.

their first holiday at the burrow? emotional, life-changing, beautiful, cathartic. harry weeps at least five times. ginny punches him for old time's sake.

speaking of, headmaster harry who holds regular office hours for all hogwarts students in case they ever need to talk to him about something. even if they just want to talk about socks.

(headmaster harry who gets all embarrassed whenever anyone calls him "the youngest hogwarts headmaster in a century")

terrifying new DADA professor hermione granger, who is distressingly unpopular amongst the students because they're all too intimidated by her and it takes her a while to learn how to deal with kids.

until she skips out on a hogsmeade weekend to scandalously elope with a much younger former department of mysteries intern and then she's just incredibly cool to them.

and listen. scorpius locks himself in his room when he finds out about harry and draco's past. he asks draco if he'd ever loved astoria and makes draco cry. draco teaches him that the heart is a universe and he doesn't have any regrets and a wonderful future doesn't invalidate a past he was truly happy in.

and then!! there's stepdad harry. my favorite thing. scorpius asks harry how he knew he was gay. harry gives scorpius the invisibility cloak and asks him to help perfect his disillusionment charm in return. scorpius asks harry to rig the house cup for slytherin as his birthday gift. harry refuses, even though draco thinks it's only fair.

harry and draco date, get engaged, get married in their 40s. they go back and forth between hogwarts and the hogsmeade cottage (which includes ron and daphne's fam like 70% of the time too; harry loves summers spent as part of the extended weasley-greengrass-malfoy-potter family). draco eventually retires from curse-breaking and becomes a nepo hire charms professor after scorpius graduates.

they really do live happily ever after, after all that. promise. 😌

#asks #anonymous #close behind #oflights #how will you remember?#that i love you?#yes.#that's easy. i can't help it.

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rinalouu · 9 months

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-> sum: y/n recalls the moments in her life that led her to the promise she made in her 6th year. -> pairing(s): draco malfoy x potter!reader -> warnings: mentions of death, dark childhood, bullying | let me know if there is anything else! Reader is fem pronouns and afab. -> word count: 2k (holy cow) -> i do not own harry potter nor do i support anything the author does, i just own my personal plot and ideas. -> y/n = your name - n/n = nickname - h/c = hair color -> return to harry potter masterlist here

“Harry Potter… is dead!” Voldemort exclaimed with a sadistic smile to the crowd, as they all examined the limp body Hagrid was carrying. “No!” Ginny sobbed, running towards him, before Mr. Weasley stopped her, clutching the sobbing girl to his chest. Y/n whimpered, clutching onto the arm of the platinum blonde-haired boy beside her. A reassuring squeeze to her hand, kept her quiet, as she glanced into the fearful gaze of Draco Malfoy. Her brother was dead, everything was lost.

“Draco…” She murmured, tears building in her eyes as she tried to keep attention from herself. The boy shushed her, giving her lips a light peck. A silent way of reassuring her that he was there.

How did it come to this? Y/n couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as memories began overwhelming her, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes, and truly begin to feel.

“Y/n! N/n! This letter has our names on it!!” An excited boy waved a beige letter in front of the small girl, who couldn’t help but give him a skeptical look.

“Harry… We haven’t got anyone to write to us, how in the world do we have-” She began lecturing him, a common occurrence in the Dursley household, although these two children didn’t quite look the part. Splitting images of each other, two halves of one whole, the boy and girl shared a bond like no other. All twins have a connection, but not all survive death together. She stopped herself, clearly catching the recipients of said letter.

“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry? What’s that rubbish?” She murmured before an annoyed Dudley caught the attention of Vernon, who in turn, despite wanting to avoid it, sent them down a spiral of events that forever changed their lives.

The scene shifted, suddenly the girl was in front of a platinum-haired boy, who had an annoyed look on his face. This was her third year, when Y/n finally unleashed her temper upon Draco Malfoy, the thorn in her side since the moment she stepped into the lavish castle of Hogwarts.

“What is your problem Malfoy? Why do you have such a stick up your arse all the time? Do Mommy and Daddy not give you enough attention? Is that why you feel the need to pester me constantly?!” The girl huffed angrily, pushing Draco slightly from her, a surprised look on his face. The look of surprise was quickly replaced with a smirk as the boy towered over her, crossing his arms.

“So the Kitty does have some claws.” He snickered, lightly pinching her cheek before stuffing his hand in his pocket and walking away, perhaps to pester someone else, leaving Y/n to stand there confused. This is where her feelings for Draco began to change.

Another shift, it was a year later. She found herself in the center of the great hall, the yule ball in full blast. Her (f/c) dress fit her nicely, and her hair was styled to her standard of perfection. She felt that jealous feeling arise as she glanced at Pansy and Draco dancing, giving a huff as she stormed out of the room. She wanted to pretend these feelings didn’t exist. He was the enemy, no matter how nice he had been to her since their interaction in their third year. She walked until she found a bench overlooking a window to the courtyard, sitting down with a sigh.

“What is wrong with me?” She fought the burn of her cheeks, trying to cool them down with her hands, to no avail. She hated this, being vulnerable. Ever since Harry’s name came out of that goblet, she built her walls thicker than imaginable. She thought it was impenetrable, until Draco Malfoy wormed his way through a crack. They were.. Friends. Although she wanted to be more. Footsteps took her out of her inner turmoil, and the man of her thoughts stepped into the light. “What do you want?” She sighed, keeping her gaze out the window.

“You left in a hurry, is it a crime to be worried?” He smarted off to her, taking the vacant seat to her right. Her stomach twisted, there he goes again with his words.

“Why would the ‘Great Draco Malfoy’ ever be worried about me, a ‘Potter’ no less.” Y/n gave a hiss, crossing her arms, trying to keep her gaze away from him. She knew if she looked into those sparkling silver eyes of his, it’d be as if she was under the imperius curse.

“You’re more than just a Potter, Kitty.” He smirked, the nickname he’s had for her since 3rd year rolling off his tongue, making her roll her eyes. He wanted a reaction, and she refused to give him one. Sensing this, he continued, “Did Dean not meet your expectations?” He muttered, a tone she couldn’t decipher in his voice.

“Dean’s just a friend, I’m sure he’s off with some bimbo who’s in love with him. What’s it to you anyway?” She shot back, finally gaining the courage to look at him, her anger immediately leaving her as she met his gaze. A storm of jealousy swarmed in his eyes, and she had to fight back a smirk. “Aren’t you supposed to be off snogging Pansy somewhere? She hasn’t shut up since you asked her to be her date.” She tilted her head up at him, as his eyebrow twitched.

“Please, I think I’d rather spend a day in a muggle city then snog her. Asking her was simply a formality, besides, I had someone else in mind.” His gaze shifted to gaze out the window, Y/n following his gaze to the courtyard. Snape was currently snaking his way around trying to find students trying to snog, it made her snort in amusement.

“Oh? They must be pretty special if they caught your picky eye.” She nudged him teasingly, trying to ignore the feeling in her chest.

“Ya… She is.” He mumbled with a softness she was shocked to hear. Turning her gaze to him, she was met with his gaze already on her. Her cheeks warmed once more, she could only hope he couldn’t notice.

“Oh? Well now I’m intrigued, what’s she like?” She pressed, poking his chest, turning toward him, ignoring the light shiver she gave as the wind started to softly pick up. Before she could protest, a black blazer was dropped on her shoulders, setting her senses on fire. His scent immediately overwhelmed her, his expensive cologne, fresh mint, and a hint of apple. She felt her brain struggling to catch up as he leaned closer to her.

“Well, she’s stubborn, feisty, and can be a little mean if she hasn’t eaten or slept enough. She’s a little dorky, and you can always find her with her nose in a book. She also has a heart like no other…” He trailed on, looking down at her, a light blush dusting his cheeks. “Enough about me though, why are you out here alone?” He tilted his head, jabbing a finger at her. She gulped, was it her imagination, or did he just explain her?

“Well.. I- Uh..” She struggled to find the words, glancing down at his lips, before trying to find something more interesting. “I just wasn’t f-feeling it anymore..” She stuttered, looking at her hands, wringing them nervously. Snuggling into the warmth of his blazer, willing it to calm her blaring heart. She looked back up at him, his gaze going from her lips back to her eyes, a pleading look in his eyes.

“Mhm..” He murmured, before he leaned down, catching her lips in a searing kiss. It felt like she was floating as she clutched onto his dress shirt, putting in as much passion as he was. Pent up feelings finally getting released as the two embraced the connection they had. That night changed their relationship forevermore.

“Draco, w-what is this?” Y/n shakily asked, looking down at Draco's forearm. This was their 6th year, they had just gotten back from summer break. Her and Draco were lounging in his prefect dorm, before a flash of black under his sleeve caught her attention. He yanked his arm back in alarm, getting up to create distance in between them. It was as if he thought the site would murder her at one glance.

“You… You weren’t supposed to s-see that.” He whimpered, clutching the arm to his chest. His whole demeanor changed, she could sense it. Draco suddenly became a scared little boy again, from the stories he told her about how he was brought up with his father.

“Draco.. Is that?” She asked once more, keeping her tone even so as to not upset him. She stood up, keeping her hands up, glazing from his arm to his face. His fear stricken eyes met hers, another whimper leaving him as he nodded, falling to his knees. She was quick to catch him, holding the sobbing man to her chest.

“I-I’m sorry.. I had too.. I didn’t want him to h-hurt you if I-…” He sobbed, clutching onto her. She rocked him, shushing him as she held him.

“It’s alright.. I’m here, we’re okay. We’ll get through this. I promise, I will be by your side.” She kissed his forehead, he looked up at her.

“I won’t let you go, I won’t let t-them hurt you. I love you.” He whispered, giving her a small peck on her lips, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

“I love you, Always.” She promised, continuing to comfort him through the night. Nothing could sway the connection between. Dark lord or not, she would be with him through it all.

The grip on her hand tightened as she was brought back to reality. Her eyes focused on the Dark Lord holding his hand out for Draco, his mother calling for him behind the serpentine man.

“Draco.. Come.” She commanded in a soft voice. Y/n knew all the woman wanted was to protect her son, but she wouldn’t allow him to do this. She clutched his arm to her chest, keeping him from going to the other side.

“Y/n, y-you have to let me go darling, I’ll be fine.” Draco whispered, trying to keep himself from breaking down as he tried to pry his arm from her. She refused, making Draco huff, his eyes pleading with her as Voldemort called for him once more, his mother frantically asking him to come once more. She felt all eyes on her, but she didn’t care. They were a team, she refused to let him put his family before himself like he has for years.

“No.” She looked up at him, unwavering determination in her eyes.

“Love, please.” He pleaded once more, looking back to his mother, and the dark lord, whose patience was running thin.

“Draco, we made a promise, remember? In 6th year? I’m not letting you go. You should know by now, how stubborn I am. We’re together, always.” She whispered to him, a strong smile reaching her face as he paused, recalling the memory. She was being strong for him, he could see the fear in her eyes, yet a strong smile was placed on her face.

“Draco, Now.” Voldemort hissed, but Draco shook his head, receiving a few relieved smiles from people in the crowd. Instead Draco kept his arm linked with the Potter girl beside him, they would stay together, even if it meant going against the strongest dark wizard ever known. He could see the absolute fear and disgust on his parents' faces but he didn't care.

He would choose her, Always.

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-> author's note: hello my lovelies, I am alive! I am so sorry if this sucks, it is 2am right now and I'm in draco brain rot and this has been on my mind for months... let me know what you think! and if you want more :) -> Harry Potter Tag list: None yet, comment to be added!!

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harmonysummertimemadness · 1 month

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Harmony Summertime Madness Prompt Spotlight! ~ 💖Time Traveling Harmony Child

So u/Val_shadowhunter reminded me of this prompt which honestly I'd really love to see more of too in Harmony fics! So here's a prompt spotlight and a drabble to go with it. Plus if you're interested here's some Harmony fics which have this trope:

Time Warped by Twitch E. Littleferret

An accident turns Ryan's life upside down. As a result, the beautiful Head Girl, Hermione Granger, is seriously crushing after him which seems to raise the hackles of Harry Potter who is determined to make his life a living hell at Hogwarts. Oh, and did I mention that Ryan's last name is Potter and that Harry and Hermione are his parents?

Time-Traveling Meddler by Harrys Mistress

A boy from the future who has a problem keeping his mouth shut. Harry and his gang are in for a little suprise. You all know I suck at summaries, so please read. Rating may go up in later chapters

The Next Potter by Lysander12

Lily Potter was supposed to be helping prepare for the twenty-fifth anniversary celebration and memorial of the Battle of Hogwarts alongside Cassie Malfoy. Instead, she wound up standing before Cassie's father, just in time for the battle itself. A.K.A. a time-travelling Harmony Child contributes to the peak of her parents' legacy and the hurricane of emotions in the aftermath.

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Twenty-year-old Harry sat between Sirius and Hermione on the sofa his head leaned back and his eyes closed. A glass of fire whiskey was in his hand. “I should have been smart like you and just ended things when I realized it wasn’t going to work out.”

Hermione patted his knee sympathetically. “I’m sure Ginny will calm down eventually—I mean, we’re all friends first, right?”

“She was trying to kick me the nuts before I disapparated.”

Sirius, who had dodged his fair share of witches out to maim him, winced. “Well, at least she wasn’t cursing you?”

Harry sighed contemplatively, still not opening his eyes. “I think I would have preferred her to try hexing me.”

At that moment, someone pounded on the door.

“Oh shit,” Harry muttered, sitting up and looking toward the door before glancing back at Hermione. “She’s probably come after me again. Remind me never to date anyone with red hair ever again.”

All three sat there unmoving while the knocks echoed through the house.

Hermione, who had her share of red temper tantrums, asked thoughtfully, “We can just pretend we’re not here, can’t we? And not answer the door?”

“Answer the door! I know you’re in there!” A muffled voice shouted.

Sirius, who liked the Weasleys well enough in small doses, but definitely not when they were ranting at him, straightened his shoulders. “I’ll answer it. I’ll just tell her to go away.”

Hermione and Harry gave him skeptical glances.

“What? I can be commanding. I am an authority!”

The skepticism increased exponentially in both their gazes.

“Fine! Watch me!” Sirius stood sucking a deep breath for courage. Then he straightened all his clothes and flipped back his hair.

“Ah, he’s going to try de-escalation by flirtation,” Hermione said quietly to Harry.

“I feel like that’s wrong in some way.” Harry shrugged. “But if it works to get her to go away — flirting offensive it is!”

Sirius placed his hands on his hips as he faced their ungrateful gazes before zeroing in on Harry. “I would be offended by that, but you get a pass since you’ve finally managed to get the balls to break it off with her after being miserable for six months and making me listen to it.”

“Oi!” Harry called after Sirius as he turned away to walk to the door. “Don’t be mean to me!” Harry turned back to Hermione. “I was not afraid of breaking up with her. I was trying to make it work like a responsible adult.”

Hermione bit her lip, eyeing him dubiously. “Uh, huh.”

Harry reached out and pinched her side, making her laugh. “Don’t give me that, uh, huh. I was!”

Hermione caught his hand grinning at him before repeating herself. “Uh, huh.”

Harry leaned forward and put his drink on the table with intent. “I’m going to tickle you if you say that again.”

“Look, I’m just saying that you avoid awkwardly emotional things at all costs,” Hermione said, jumping up to get out of his reach and holding out her hands placatingly.

“Hermione, you owled Ron to break up with him.”

“But I did in a timely manner! And—and I was really busy at the time!”

Harry smirked back at her. “Uh-huh.”

“You!” Hermione jumped forward as Harry laughed and they fell over onto the couch, wrestling and muttering things at each other as they tried their best to get to each other’s ticklish spots.

Sirius clearing his throat made them both look up. Hermione had managed to climb on top of Harry while he had both her wrists caught and held above his head. Seeing Sirius looking unnaturally serious made Hermione panic that Ginny was going to come in at any moment. And Hermione was not about to deal with any unfounded accusations of her and Harry being more than friends again. She pulled away from Harry abruptly, who didn’t let go of her hands in time and they both tumbled from the sofa with Harry squashing her flat.

“Ew. So you always behaved this way,” said a young feminine voice.

Harry and Hermione looked up to see a young girl with messy black hair and bright green eyes standing next to Sirius. “Uh–” Harry muttered, getting off of Hermione and helping her to her feet. “Sirius, who is this?”

Sirius, who still looked entirely too solemn and a bit pale, motioned to the girl next to him, “Harry …. Hermione…. This is…. Uh…. this girl…. She says….”

Giving him an annoyed look, the girl stepped forward and put her hands on her hips, her head tilting familiarly. “It wasn’t my fault! Jamie was being stupid, trying to tell me what to do, and I wasn’t even doing anything wrong. I just thought that maybe Dora had gotten into Mum’s research lab and I was looking around and he has such a big fat head it got in my way and then I knocked over something on the desk—which really Mum why would you leave it unlocked—and then it started to glow and then I picked it up and then poof! I’m home, but there’s someone else living there who starts screaming, so of course I started screaming—”

Hermione and Harry had no idea what to make of the babbling which continued on and on in a faster and faster rate as if there was a time limit about to expire on the young girl's spiel. Sirius’ eyes widened as he listened before finally interrupting the story. “Calanthe Potter–”

The girl stopped and scowled. “Don’t call me Calanthe! I told you! It’s Callie.”

“Harry has a cousin we didn’t know about?” Hermione asked, trying to figure out what was going on.

Harry, though, was staring wide-eyed at the girl who looked so much like him and yet had the same scowling face as Hermione. He asked the only question that made sense. “When are you from?”

Callie’s lip jutting out with the barest hint of a tremble and her eyes watered as she held out a necklace that closely resembled the time turner Hermione had used in their third year of Hogwarts. “Twenty, twenty-four.” She paused for a minute, then dashed forward, throwing her arms around Harry. “I know I’m not supposed to mess up time, but I’m scared, Dad.”

Sirius cleared his throat and gestured to Callie, who hadn’t let go of her tight grip on Harry. “And her parents are Harry and Hermione Potter, as you’ve probably figured out.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #harmione #harmony #harry potter #harry x hermione #hermione granger #hp fandom #hp fests #fest #harmony microfic #microfiction #microfic

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little-mary-marauders · 6 months

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My thoughts on characters I remembered in math class.

Regulus Black: Aka the better Black. Pandora Lovegood: PLEASE PLEASE MOMMY. Barty Crouch JR: Fruity asf. Evan Rosier: Lowkey manipulative sometimes (I WAS MAD AT HIM BCZ OF A FICT) James Potter: LOML,HUSBAND. Sirius Black: B for leaving reg but aesthetic>>> Remus (moony) Lupin: Moony>>> Entire Marauders/HP Universe. Peter Pettingrew: Young Peter>>> Older Peter Marlene McKinnon: She can do whatever she wants to me. Run me over and I'll apologize for being in the way. Mary Macdonald: Cute asf. Lily Evans: Sometimes my girl needs to calm down. (IDK OKAY SHES THE LOML MATH CLASS FUCKS ME UP) Alice Prewitt: Older sis Frank Longbottom: ILY, Older brother. Dorcas Meadows: Ur hand in marriage darling. Harry Potter: Child of Reg and Jamie, Lily = Surrogate mother. Also fuck head for naming his son that. Ron Weasley: Stfu not everything has to be abt u, ily tho. Hermione Granger: Remus 2.0 Ginny Weasley: BAMF AKA Dorcas Meadows reincarnate. Bellatrix Black/Lestrange: Someone save her from the Rudolph the red nose deer wannabe. Narcissa Black/Malfoy: Deserved love. Andromeda Black/Tonks: Slayed when she ran. W*llb*rga Black (burnt burger): The devil doesn't even like you. Or*on Black: Hell won't accept your sorry ass. L*c*us Malfoy: I hope you rot in hell, if satan lets you in. Avery: Bitch. Mulicber: Mother Fucker. Snivellus: Needs to wash his hair. Draco Malfoy: Needs to stop saying "My father will-" Mathew Riddle: Hot. Blaise Zabini: Eh, nice, depends tho. Crabbe: Idk, stupid and somehow turned black. Goyle: Idiot. Theodore Nott: Cute, Hot, Rich, Daddy issues. Pansy: Dora the explorer wannabe. Albus Severus Potter: Deserves a better father.

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annaloveshjp · 1 year

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dream girl•♡

muggle!au

post-war (19yr)

pairing: Harry potter x fem!reader

word count: 3k

!warnings!: a few cuss words, emo Harry.

a/n: this is a little story I thought of a while ago. if you listen to any cigarettes after sex song, that’s basically what the vibe of this story is.

(This is kinda short, let me know if you’d like a part two <3)

summary: harry, the boy who works at the local cafe has been having one recurring dream of this mysterious girl, until one day he finally meets her.

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Opening his eyes, he sits up, groans, and drags his hand down his face, questioning if he’ll ever get a new dream.

Harry has been having the same recurring dream for the past 2 weeks: a girl with Y/H/C hair who is always lost in her books comes up to him and asks his name, but he never gets the chance to answer before he wakes up yet again.

At first he thought nothing of it. Just a dream, no special meaning. until he continued getting it for 4 more days, then he became confused. Does this mean something? Should he research recurring dreams?

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Many theories agree that recurring dreams are related to unresolved difficulties or conflicts in the dreamer's life. The presence of recurrent dreams has also been associated with lower levels of psychological wellbeing and the presence of symptoms of anxiety and depression.

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Great. Harry thinks to himself. Just what I wanted to hear.

He wondered if he had seen this girl before, but anytime he racked his brain for a familiar face, he could never find her.

Harry has never been the type to believe in soulmates- Well, he used to be. love is stupid. he thinks to himself when he sees happy couples enjoying eachothers company.

He had one relationship in the past. Ginny Weasley was a kind, fierce, confident girl, Harry loved her and truly believed they belonged together. That was until she unexpectedly decided they didn’t.

“Harry, there isn't any easy way to say this, but i think we should stop seeing each other,” She said, avoiding eye contact with the 17 year old boy.

“I- What?” He stuttered, “Why? Did I do something wrong? Tell me how to fix it i swear i will—“

“You did nothing wrong Harry,” She reassured him “It's not you, it's me. I Promise, It's just—My feelings have changed, I Don’t know how to explain. I’m Sorry.”

With that said, and nothing more to say, she walked away, leaving him sitting in the Coffee shop alone.

And since then, he decided that love wasn’t his thing anymore. Not worth wasting years on something for it to just fall apart so easily. He truly didn’t want a repeat of his last relationship.

But deep inside, he wishes to have the kind of love that puts you at ease, the love that makes your breaths easier each time you hold your lover in your arms, the love that he almost had.

Each of his days are the same: Wake up, go to work, go home, question life, is any of this worth anything in the end? Will I just be stuck in this loop of nothing forever? go to sleep, and dream of that girl.

These dreams tend to annoy him when they occur several nights in a row, he always feels her right at his fingertips, his name on the tip of his tongue, waiting for its escape into her ears so she can finally find him, but he always has to wake up.

Little did he know, the girl in his dreams is real, living in the same city, having the same dreams, about a boy her age with raven hair and beautiful jade eyes, from her point of view, waiting to hear his name, never succeeding.

Unlike Harry, she believes in soulmates. She believes that the boy in her dreams is the one for her, waiting somewhere for her out there, longing to meet his one just as much as she is.

And also Unlike Harry, she has never been in a relationship before. But instead, reads about love… And Heartbreak, but mostly love.

Every time she has this dream of this mysterious boy, she wonders. Will I ever meet him? Have I already met him?

She sighs, lying on her bed shortly after waking up from that dream.

Getting up, she walks over to her bathroom to start her day, shower, get dressed, brush teeth.

Looking up from her bathroom sink, she looks into her mirror examining her appearance.

Calm but energetic resting face, ghost of a smile always lingering on her lips. When upset, her frown is prominent, but Beautiful. light freckles scattered across the bridge of her nose and cheeks, which are dusted with a dark rose color.

Her makeup, light but noticeable, consists of dark mascara, lipgloss and concealer.

Lately she has found concealer very helpful, as she has been waking up in the middle of the night to write about anything slightly different that happens in her dream.

For example; the first night she had this dream, it was sort of a blur, just a boy and a girl —the girl being her— sitting next to each other on a bench, a simple wooden bench. You might expect this bench to be somewhere like a park, or a sidewalk, but this bench was nowhere.

A bench sitting in void, the ground, walls and ceiling all white, no emotions radiating from the room except from the boy and girl. The girl calmly reading another one of her romance books, the boy, with headphones in, occasionally glancing at the girl and her pages.. Until she looks over at him and taps his shoulder. When he gives her a questioning look while taking one headphone out, she asks his name, then it ends.

The next few nights of having this dream were the same, except she started to notice some of the boys features more, like his eyes, which were an enchanting shade of green. Or his lips, pink, soft and slightly chapped; he was beautiful.

She wished everyday that she would see him soon, or even at all. He was the one. She could feel it.

She grabbed her bag then left her bedroom to have breakfast. She opened the fridge and got some strawberries, washed a few and threw them in a plastic bag, then made her way outside to walk to her bus stop.

I wonder if he likes strawberries. she thinks of him. if he doesn’t, then we definitely aren’t for each other. She thought, plopping a strawberry into her mouth as she waited for her bus.

The bus pulled around the corner, and made a loud hiss sound when it stopped. She entered once the doors opened, and found a seat by the window.

She pulled out the book she was currently reading, put her headphones in and began to read.

She liked the bus, it was a nice way of traveling. She sometimes just has her whole day consisting of riding the bus. She sees so many interesting people.

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I hate this job, why do I still work here? Harry thought to himself as he handed a warm latte to one of his customers. “Have a nice day,” he told her.

Right, it’s the only job that would take me. He remembered. “Hey, Harry,” one of his coworkers called to him.

He whipped his head around. “Hm?” He questioned.

“Could you work the register for a bit? I have to go do something,” his coworker said hurriedly.

“Yeah sure, whatever,” Harry replied, walking over to the cash register and straightening his name tag.

His coworker left for the bathroom. Harry watched as he saw another person follow them into the bathroom.

Ah, that’s what they meant by ‘go do something’ he rolled his eyes, turning his head back to the register to find a customer looking curiously to where he was previously looking.

“Sneaky little guy, eh?” She joked, turning back to order.

When Harry got a good look at her face, he swore he almost pissed himself. Is that actually her? No way no way no way-

Her eyes went a bit wide too, but Harry assumed it was because of the look of shock on his face.

“Uhm-“ she cleared her throat, “could I have a pumpkin latte with oat milk?” She ordered quickly.

“I uhm- yeah sure,” Harry stuttered, tabbing in her order, his hands shaking slightly.

That definitely looks like her. Her hair is the same, her eyes, she even has the same bag.

Harry saw out of the corner of his eye that she was examining his face for a second, only to stop when he turned back to her.

“2.13 is your total today, ma’am,” he said, watching her search her purse for her wallet.

“Here,” she handed him the money.

Just as she was about to walk away, he quickly said, “Oh and- sorry but, could I get a name for that order?”

“Oh, yeah sure,” she was a bit confused since this cafe didn’t usually take names for orders, but told him anyway. “Y/N,”

“Thanks,” he said, giving her a nod and a smile.

She smiled back and walked over by a window to wait for her order.

That’s a nice name. he massaged his temples. If that’s actually her, I don’t know what I’ll do.

After a few minutes, Harry saw her drink was done. He quickly rushed over to another coworker of his—who had the drink—and said “Hey, I’ll do this one,”

“Okay…?” He responded, before handing Harry the drink and starting to make the next one.

Harry quickly took the drink and walked over to the counter. “Pumpkin latte with oat milk for Y/N?”

She looked up from her phone and walked over to the counter. “Thank you, Harry,” she said, grabbing her drink.

He gaped at her with his lips slightly parted, wondering how she knew his name. She seemed to have noticed his shock, and said, “Your name tag,” she pointed to his chest.

He looked down at it. “Right, yeah,” he laughed awkwardly.

“I’ll see you around, Harry.” She said, giving him a smile and walking away.

“Yeah, you will,” he said faintly.

He stood there for a good minute, taken aback by the whole situation before he heard someone clearing their throat. Harry looked over and saw his coworker nodding his head toward the register where a customer was waiting.

Oops. he thought to himself.

After his shift was over, he started to clean up the store. While he was wiping down tables, he noticed a book was left on one of them.

Hm, I wonder who forgot their book. He thought, picking up the book and examining it.

Romance, ew.

He decided he would store the book in his bag for now, just if the person who lost their book came looking for it some day, he’d return it.

He went home that night thinking about Y/N more than usual. She’s fucking real? He thought while he brushed his teeth. or I’m going insane.

I’m probably going insane, how could I dream about her for months when I only just met her today? He thinks as he lay in bed, biting his nails out of habit.

What the fuck just happened. She thought, walking out of the cafe with her pumpkin latte.

Universe, when I said I wanted to see him soon, I didn't mean today!

I could be going crazy… but his hair was the same! Even his eye colour!

She was so deep in thought for so long, by the time she was back on the bus to go home, she didn’t realize she had forgotten her book at the cafe.

Shit. she thinks, searching her bag for her book. I forgot it at the cafe.

She decided she would just go looking for it the next time she went back to the cafe.

Finally, she was home. She kicked her shoes off, put her bag away, then headed to her room.

Walking to her dresser, she picked out a pair of pajamas, then brushed her teeth, then got into bed.

See you in a minute, Harry. She thought to herself. If it’s even you.

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“Hey, what’s your name?”

“Oh uhm- it’s Harry. What’s yours?”

“Y/N,”

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“HOLY FUCK!”

Both of the teenagers shot up from their beds right when they woke up.

It’s him

It’s her

Y/N didn’t know what to do now. She knows where he works, his name, and what he looks like. But she didn’t feel ready to get to know him yet.

I’m just going to avoid the cafe for a few days. Maybe I’ll cool down and he’ll forget my face. Yeah, that’s a good idea.

I have to see her. Harry thinks, pacing around his room. I have an idea. I’ll just ask her if it’s her book today and then we’ll talk about something. Easy.

He started his day happier than usual. He decided he would have a healthy breakfast. Some oatmeal with fruit.

Ugh, I hate fruit. Why do I have to hate fruit? He thinks, looking at his empty fruit drawer in his fridge. He looked closer and spotted some blueberries. Jackpot.

After he ate his oatmeal—which wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be—he took his bag, which contained the romance novel, and made his way to work.

The whole ride there, he tapped his fingers anxiously on his steering wheel, and glanced at his bag every few minutes.

It’ll be fine, she came in late last time, it’ll be a while before she comes in again.

His day went by as normal. Making drinks all day, occasionally stealing a cookie from the dessert case, and becoming extremely bored. Except today, all he could think about was her.

By the time eight o’clock came around (closing time) he hadn’t seen her come in.

Maybe she’s busy today. He thought to himself as he finished washing the dishes, and closed the store.

He took his bag and got into his car, sighing as he turned on the radio. Maybe tomorrow.

The next few days were the same. No sign of her whatsoever. Harry wondered if she was scared of him. No, that would be weird… right?

He began to lose hope, slowly, but surely. His routine cycled back to normal. Wake up, go to work, go home, question life, is any of this worth anything in the end? Will I just be stuck in this loop of nothing forever? go to sleep, and dream of that girl.

Only his dreams had stopped since that night. I finally told her my name. He thought. I wonder if she’s having the same dreams, maybe that’s why she’s avoiding the cafe.

A week later

Maybe it’s safe to go back now. Y/N thought to herself one morning as she showered. I’ve been wanting my book back…

After arguing back and forth with herself for maybe ten minutes, she finally decided she would go back to the cafe.

It’s fine, it’ll be fine. You were the one who wanted to meet him so badly anyway! Y/N argued with herself again as she rode the bus to the cafe.

He might not even be at the register this time. She took a deep breath. Just get your coffee and go.

She walked into the cafe and got in line. She didn’t see Harry at first glance towards the counter, but she played it safe still and kept herself distracted with her phone until it was her turn to order.

Her turn soon arrived, and she shut her phone off and looked up at the worker who was taking orders.

Phew. She breathed out. “How are you today?” The worker asked.

“I’m good, thank you.” Y/N replied.

“What can I get for you?”

“I’ll just have a pumpkin latte with oat milk, please.” Y/N said politely.

The worker tabbed her order in. “Pumpkin latte with oat milk? Is that all for today?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.” Y/N thanked the worker, then walked over to an empty table to wait for her drink.

See? It wasn’t so bad, you didn’t even see him. She thought, cracking her knuckles. And even if you do see him, he probably won’t even see you, he’ll be working. It’s fine—

“Pumpkin latte with oat milk for Y/N?” A voice interrupted her thoughts.

I- I didn’t give them my name—? She thought before she looked up and saw Harry holding her drink for her behind the counter.

He had a nervous grin plastered on his face, looking at Y/N. Her eyes widened, then she walked up to the counter to collect her drink.

“Hi again, Harry.” Y/N smiled at him, trying to suppress her shaking as she reached for her latte.

“Hi. I noticed you hadn’t come in for a while,” Harry said, “something happen?”

“Oh- no,” she waved him off, “nothing happened, just busy is all.” She lied.

“Hm, Alright,” he said.

“Oh and by the way,” she suddenly remembered her book, “have you stumbled across a book that might’ve been left here a bit ago? I left mine here,”

His eyes brightened, “actually, yes I have,” he grabbed his bag and pulled out the romance novel.

“That’s it!” She smiled wide, “thank you, Harry.”

“No problem,” he handed her the book and grinned. “enjoy your latte, Y/N.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, then began to walk out.

“Sweet dreams,” Harry called to her when she was ten feet away from the counter.

She froze. Oh my god. With a sudden burst of confidence, she turned around and replied, “you too,” with a wink.

Harry’s face flushed with colour as he watched her walk out of the cafe. It's definitely her. Maybe this job isn’t so bad after all…

It’s him. She thought, grinning as she walked outside. Maybe I’ll visit here more often.

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#harry james potter #harry james potter x reader #harry potter fluff #harry potter x reader #harry james potter fluff

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nayialovecat · 8 months

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The Ink Demonth 2023 - Day 16. Legacy

Day 16. Legacy Crossover: Harry Potter, Hogwart Legacy And then Alice Angel and Pansy Parkinson became BFF and terrorized the rest of the school together. By the way, am I the only one who has always thought that Draco Malfoy is short? Heh, it looks like the Boy Who Lived is no longer Ginny Weasley's best match at school... It's very obvious that I don't like the main trio and I favor Luna? :]

Well, I have only one association with the word "Legacy" recently. But I decided that with the crossover I would rather go towards the original series. That's why both are placed above. By the way, I wonder who came to the Workshop as part of the exchange - and why the Workshop has the rank of a magic school X"D Joey's new business plan? Teaching dark magic? XD

I honestly admit that I really didn't want to make this entry. It could have been ready yesterday - but I really, REALLY didn't want to do it. That's why in the end I didn't colour it completely - only the colours of the hair and houses so that it was clear who was where. Bendy, Bernard and Jack are, of course, in my favourite house: Hufflepuff. Why isn't Sammy in it? Well, apparently his racism outweighed his diligence (or it had something to do with Bendy whispering to the Sorting Hat: "anywhere but not with Sammy"). But don't worry, Sammy already has a plan to fix his separation from his beloved Lord ;)

As you can see, I put some of my OCs here: Bernard, Sara from the Movie Club and this guy, this time in Ravenclaw colours :D

Bendy and the Ink Machine (c) Joey Drew Studios Inc. Harry Potter (c) J.K. Rowling Sammy and the Ink Machine (c) Nayia Lovecat

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the-al-chemist · 1 year

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The Smallest Victory

A/N: today was Artemis’ 50th birthday, and to celebrate I decided to publish the story of her 27th birthday, and someone else’s birth. It also fits the theme of @hp-12monthsofmagic: Victory! Hope you enjoy. Warnings: mentions of childbirth and war.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more bored in my life.”

Charlie looked up from the copy of Which Broomstick? that he was currently thumbing through and regarded Artemis from the corner of his eye.

“You could still go out,” he said. “Chiara or Penny might still be free.”

“Penny won’t be able to get a babysitter at this short notice, and Chiara’s working here tonight. She might even be with Fleur,” Artemis exhaled heavily, blowing a stray strand of hair away from her face. “No. I’ll stay here. I should stay here. I just didn’t think there’d be this much waiting, that’s all. Do you reckon it’ll be much longer?”

“I dunno, Artie. I’ve never had a baby before. I don’t know how long it takes.”

“Ages, apparently.”

Artemis let out another huff of air, and slumped against the back of her seat with her arms crossed, one foot tapping impatiently. Charlie closed his magazine.

“I’m sorry,” he told her.

“Why? You’re not the one having a baby.”

“I know, but this wasn’t how you wanted to spend your birthday.”

That was true. Artemis had intended to spend her birthday at Bill and Fleur Weasley’s cottage in Cornwall, with sand and sea and a crackling bonfire. Unfortunately, her best laid plans had been scuppered earlier that evening by the arrival of a lion-shape Patronus, which had spoken with Bill’s voice and informed her that his wife had gone into labour, and that the pair of them were about to go to the hospital. Both she and Charlie had also gone straight to St Mungo’s hospital, where they had taken seats in the waiting room and waited. And waited. And were still waiting, even now.

“It’s fine, Charlie,” she said. “I mean, I’ve had worse birthdays.”

Another truth, albeit an unpleasant one. The previous two years, her birthday had been overshadowed by the battle that had taken so many lives, including those of her friend Tonks and Bill and Charlie’s younger brother Fred. The battle had broken out in the evening of her twenty-fifth birthday, and her twenty-sixth then became the first anniversary of the event.

This year, though she would turn twenty-seven on the eve of the victory and memorial, the fact seemed to linger less heavily on her mind now that yet another year had passed. Still, at her words, Charlie’s jaw tensed slightly. Artemis shook her head and unfolded her arms, guilty that she had accidentally caused harm.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

Before Artemis could continue further, the doors of the waiting room swung open, revealing a middle-aged couple, a tall wizard with glasses and a plump witch in a knitted poncho, both with red hair; Bill and Charlie’s parents. Behind them trailed a much younger witch with a face almost as freckled as Charlie’s and her hair - also red - pulled up into a messy bun: their youngest child and Charlie’s only sister, Ginny.

“Oh, you’re here already,” said Charlie’s mother, her cheeks flushed pink with excitement. “Any news?”

“None yet.”

“Oh, well. These things can take time.”

“Don’t we know it,” Artemis muttered. Mrs Weasley turned to her, beaming.

“And happy birthday, Artemis, dear,” she said. She removed her bag from her shoulder and pulled out a box of small triangular sandwiches. “Your present is at home, but I thought there was no point in the party food going to waste. Unless you had dinner before you came here?”

Artemis took the box of sandwiches from Mrs Weasley’s hands and wrenched it open. “No, I’m starving. Thanks.”

“Neither of us had time to eat anything,” Charlie explained, also helping himself to a sandwich. “We both came straight here after Bill sent his Patronus.”

“Really? But that was almost three hours ago!” Mrs Weasley shook her head. “I don’t know why you rushed. The baby was unlikely to arrive before now.”

“But it should come soon now that you’re here, right?”

“Maybe. Could be in the next half an hour-”

“Thank Godric,” said Artemis.

“- or it might be another three hours.”

“What?”

“Or longer, who knows?” Apparently oblivious to the look on Artemis’ face, Mrs Weasley clapped her hands together. “Oh, it’s so exciting, isn’t it? Now, where did they take Bill and Fleur? We should make sure they have eaten something, the food here is terrible, after all.”

Once she had been told where to go, Mrs Weasley and her set off to deliver refeshments - presumably more sandwiches - to their eldest son and his wife. Ginny Weasley remained in the waiting room, flumping herself down in the chair on the other side of Charlie, who had returned his attention to his magazine. Ginny leaned forward to talk across him.

“Do you think she’s done it on purpose?” she asked Artemis, who frowned.

“What? Who?”

“Fleur, obviously,” Ginny shrugged and raised her eyebrows. “I mean the baby wasn’t meant to be here for another two weeks, and now it’s coming on your birthday, when she was supposed to be having everyone over.”

“So, you think she’s having a baby to get out of having people over for dinner?” Artemis asked. Beside her, Charlie gave an almost imperceptible shake of his head, still looking determinedly at his open magazine.

“Maybe,” said Ginny. “And it’s just the sort of thing she’d do, isn’t it? Steal your thunder by having a baby on your birthday.”

“No, she wouldn’t… She… I mean, could she?”

Artemis directed her question at Charlie, who did not even lift his head to look at her as he answered:

“I really don’t think that’s how it works.”

Ginny clearly thought otherwise, for she mouthed ‘I bet she did’ at Artemis before leaning back in her seat so that she was out of sight. As Mr and Mrs Weasley returned from seeing Bill and Fleur, Artemis returned to her sandwiches. She was still bored, but now that she was being fed, she at least felt less annoyed.

But, as eight o’clock became nine, and nine became ten, then eleven, both the sandwiches and Artemis’ patience dwindled. Beside her, Charlie had managed to drift off into a slumber, but she was only growing increasingly restless. After her fidgeting reached the point that it had roused Charlie from his sleep, the two of them decided to find some sort of entertainment, and roamed the hospital corridors in search of somewhere where they might do just that.

When they returned to the waiting room, they found it completely and eerily empty, void of any people or noise. The flickering light of a candelabra on the wall was the only movement to be seen.

“Where did everyone go?”

Before Artemis’ question could be answered - or indeed, in answer to her question - Bill appeared from the direction of the wards. His face was pale and tired looking, but his eyes were bright and his smile was broad. He strode straight across the waiting room towards them and pulled each of them into a hug.

“There you are! Where did you go?” He did not even wait for them to reply before continuing, “Never mind, you’re here now. And so is she. The baby.”

“That’s great, mate,” said Charlie, hugging his brother again. “Is Fleur alright? Is she-”

“Fleur’s fine, so is the baby, she’s… She’s perfect. Come and see.”

Bill beckoned them through to the wards, where the entire Weasley family, Fleur’s parents and sister, and Artemis’ Healer friend Chiara were gathered around a hospital bed. Lying in the bed was an exhausted looking but still irritatingly beautiful Fleur, a small bundle of cloth in her arms. Bill sat on the bed and took the bundle from her, and everyone leaned in to see the pink, wrinkly, and slightly crusty baby inside.

“We haven’t decided on a name yet,” Bill said, his voice gentler than Artemis had ever heard it before. “We thought we still had a couple of weeks left to make up our minds, but this little one had other ideas.” He looked up at Artemis. “Sorry about your birthday.”

“If it’s any consolation, I enjoyed it less than you did,” muttered Fleur wryly, a comment that was met with a few quiet chuckles.

“And what better gift is there than the gift of life?”

“I dunno, Molly,” Artemis shrugged at Bill’s mother. “I asked for a new camera.”

There was another round of soft chuckles, but Bill merely shook his head.

“Well, you’ll have to make do with a goddaughter instead,” he told Artemis, whose jaw dropped open.

“Goddaughter? Really?”

“Yeah. Sure,” Bill shared a glance with his wife. “Why not?”

Artemis turned to Charlie. “You owe me a Sickle.”

“No, he doesn’t. You’re both godparents.”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind sharing,” said Artemis, as much to Charlie as to their goddaughter’s parents. “I’m going to have to get used to sharing my birthday anyway.”

“Actually,” Chiara looked up from the clipboard she held in her hands, “she was born just after midnight, so her birthday is the second of May, not the first.”

The clock on the wall confirmed Chiara’s words. It was past midnight. It was exactly two years after the battle that had ended the war. The entire family was still, silent, and solemn.

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I think it’s rather lovely,” Chiara said softly. “The idea that this day will be one of happiness in the future, rather than one filled with bad memories. It’s a small victory, but…”

“It is a victory, just the same.” Bill’s father nodded slowly. “Perhaps you should name her something to reflect that?”

“You could call her Joy!”

“That’s so old-fashioned, Mum,” said Ginny, with a noise of derision. “How about Hope?”

“Or Victoria?”

“Well,” Bill looked from his wife to his in-laws and back, “we were hoping for something French…”

“Victoire.”

“Sorry?”

“Victoire,” Fleur repeated. “It is the French for Victoria. It means victory.”

“It’s pretty,” her husband said. He looked down at the baby in his arms. “It suits her, don’t you think?”

“I do, yes.”

“Then that’s settled,” said Mr Weasley. He pointed his wand at a carton of pumpkin juice on the nightstand, which turned into a large bottle of champagne. Chiara frowned.

“Um, you can’t actually drink alcohol in here,” she said, but her voice tailed off as Mr Weasley continued to conjure fluted glasses from thin air. She sighed. “Oh, never mind.”

Once the glasses had been distributed, Mr Weasley raised his in a toast.

“To our own very small victory.”

“To the smallest of victories,” his son George chipped in, smiling at his tiny niece. Mr Weasley inclined his head.

“To Victoire.”

One by one, the others raised their glasses.

“To Victoire.”

#artemis hexley #harry potter fanfiction #charlie weasley #bill weasley #fleur delacour #victoire weasley #molly weasley #ginny weasley #arthur weasley #weasley family #chiara lobosca #hphm oc #hp12mom #happy birthday Artemis

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elisedonut · 15 days

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Microfic May Day 16!

@microficmay

I like the concept that Fleur and Bill are swingers I just think it fits them well even more so after Bill gets his scars because I always hc that it had more effects then was shown and that Veela are very hyper sexual because i will live and die on making Veela more creature like because in my brain I don't see the point of having characters that are part creature if they may as well be people otherwise. So because of that i think having a third in the bedroom helps them alot overall and its also just really fun c:

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Prompt: Squabble

Summery:

Bill and Fleur like inviting others into their bed, some of the Weasleys find that weird.

Fleur knows her relationship with her husband is seen as odd, as strange, as unnatural, even.

She’s seen the way his mother used to look at her– still looks at her even. She knows the things Ginny and Herminone still say when she’s not around, even if they no longer feel the need to say it to her face.

Pretending to like her for the sake of William.

For the sake of a harmonious existence.

For the sake of family.

Which is not to say that this is a bad thing really. Her relationship with the Weasleys is better than it had been before she got married, that is true. But that doesn't mean that she doesn't know. That she isn't aware of the things they think of her, of the words they whisper when in their own homes.

Point is– if it were left up to her. They would spend most of their holidays in France and only step foot in the burrow when absolutely necessary. They could even maybe drag Percy with them, he doesn't deserve the treatment they give him either in her opinion.

So yes she’s not stupid about their situation and she knows if they knew about this little couple's past time of theirs Molly especially would not be happy. Even so it’s all in good fun. Sometimes what you need is just someone else to join you and your love in pure bliss.

What they do is simply none of their family's business.

#bill weasley #fleur delacour #bleur #microficmay2024 #Im honestly shocked I still havent missed any days #this isn't like me at all who am i?

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whinlatter · 9 months

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reading | listening | writing | summer '23

sulking in bed with tonsillitis - never had it before, thought i was built different, crushed to discover i am, in fact, built the same (sickly). so thought was overdue a share of some of the fics i have loved that i've read these past few months (even though my TBR remains colossal), as well as some tune/travel updates, a lil writing check in, and a lil sneak peek of chapter eight of Beasts because the ex boyfriends are back, baby!!!

Reading

Bookbinding by @saintsenara (Myrtle/Tom Riddle, AU, 35k, multi-chapter, completed)

look. this is how it's going to go. i'm going to say myrtle/tom riddle AU, you're going to say 'are you right in the head you're a canon compliant girlie kindly get a grip on yourself'. but then you're going to click the link, and read it, and then you'll be chuckling and filled with boundless delight and want to read this stonkingly well-written properly funny rich magical little fic all over again as soon as you've finished and you'll have me to thank for it. it's a rom-com, people. dare you not to be enchanted. their ship name is literally tyrtle? the tag is 'she said: I can fix him! and she's right'. (and then you're going to read this hinny one, also by @saintsenara as a gift to me as a delectable chaser and lose your mind!)

everything i am is yours by @brightlybound (Hinny, AU, 4k, oneshot)

remember when i was like, AUs, not my bag! and then i read a load of AUs and realised i was talking out of my arse? weird. anyway, here is a lovely little hinny AU that i've gone back to a bunch because it's just really beautifully written and deeply charming and actually does something a lot of muggle AUs don't always do, which is play with harry's characterisation ever so deftly to say, hey, harry is harry, but if nothing bad had happened to him and james and lily lived, he'd be a little bit different, wouldn't he? this harry is our harry, but he's just that bit more confident, that bit more capable of digging an active flirt out of his back pocket. and that makes me happy!

The Last Something That Meant Anything by anonymous (Percy POV, Percy/Audrey and Percy/Oliver, short multichapter, 21k, completed)

i have a lot of percy thoughts these days. fanon percy, steeped in weasley bashing, doesn't do very much for me, so i really loved this belter of a percy character study that considers him both within and apart from his family in a way that attends to his trauma and inner life, but also shows the truth: he's not doing well, he does fuck up with a big moral lapse, and then he has work to do - interesting, deep, personal work - to make it right. please check the tags with this one, as it does contain reference to SA, but really do recommend a read if you feel able.

haunted mansion by @bronzeagepizzeria (Sirius-POV, 1.5k, oneshot)

this brilliant short fic really left me with so many sirius feelings: it just gets the claustrophobia and the grief of sirius' last year alive exactly right, and it just has these fabulous cameos that have detonated a thousand deep sirius thought bombs in my head forever. l o v e d it

perpendicular by akissinacrisis (Hinny, AU, 4.5k, oneshot)

harry/ginny AU, where harry goes to stonewall high and meets ginny at a party. it's so tender and beautiful and stiff and sad and understated, and it's really stayed with me. also it does what all good hinny fics must do (have them chatting. just talking, hanging out, shooting the shit together. they just love to chat, those two lil magnets snapping to each other).

empire builders by she-crow (Prongsfoot, possibly canon-compliant but technically AU I guess, 25k oneshot)

i read this laid out beside a lake and needed at least four more days of lying by a lake to think about it. it's a) one of the most beautiful fics i've ever read b) rip your heart out and staple it heart-wrenching and good and c) some of the best sirius and james characterisations i've read that really serves as a manifesto for playing around with marauders multiships to really different characters in such different lights. the other beauty of it is that it could be canon-compliant? like it could be read as a fabulous doomed tragic love affair between two boys completely infatuated with each other and not sure where to put it. and i think that's kind of gorgeous. so yeah uhh big fan

Notes from the Ravenclaw Bulletin Board by lostrobin (Gen, 11k, completed)

this is a fic told through (very funny) little notes on the ravenclaw bulletin board. been thinking a lot about different house dynamics atm and this a) made me laugh out loud and b) really think, you know who is really sound? those ravenclaw kids. love those bookworms. the crookshanks and fred and george cameos really make this, too. you'll zip through it and you'll giggle. there's nothing more to it!

Listening (while out and about)

i went outside and it looked like this (i like lakes):

and i listened to things like this:

pink light by muna (saw em live, lost my mind!) | space invader by the national (anthemic) | mountain by the joy (they're too good) | the greater wings (album) by julie byrne (literally stunning) | gorilla by lil simz (best beanie man sample of all time?)

Writing

other than this birthday microfic for mr potter, a bit of tinkering and dawdling with other misc projects that i pick up and put down over and over again, and my usual meta nonsense, i've just been writing Beasts! put four chapters out since last check-in, and am hard at work on chapter eight, which has some of my favourite scenes in the fic so far. we're gearing up for some chapters away from the castle (writing the winter break chapters in august. what am i like!) and some scenes i've been sat on for ages and some others that i'm having so so so much fun writing. i'm a michael corner stan now? who knew?

She lugs the trunk off the bus at the final stop and traipses around the warren of streets in Soho for a while, looking for the address written on the piece of parchment clutched in her hand. Finally, she finds the building, battered door with the doorbell hanging half off, and stands awkwardly in the street, catching her breath, until the machine crackles and a familiar deep voice says: ‘Hello?’ 'Hi, it’s me.’ She clears her throat. ‘It’s Ginny, I mean.’ ‘Oh, hi. Come on up.’ The hallway has an unmistakably damp, squat-like feel about it. Loud laughter spills out of the flat on the first floor, and a group of uni students, squabbling amicably among themselves, parade past her on the second floor staircase as she rings the doorbell and loiters in the corridor, feeling hopelessly out of place. ‘Your hair’s so nice!’ one girl with thick black boots and a face full of piercings says admiringly as she passes by, just as the door to the flat swings open. ‘Oh, good, you found it. I wasn’t sure you’d be able to.’ ‘Why wouldn’t I be able to?’ Michael rolls his eyes. ‘You know, Ginny, seen as it's Christmas, maybe we could try not to argue before you’ve even set foot in my flat.'

okay, one more 🕺

THE BOYS OF 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE INVITE YOU TO THE NEW YEAR’S PARTY OF THE CENTURY Eight til late, BYOB because we’re skint THE THEME: ‘MUGGLE MAGIC’ (BRING OUT THE MUGGLE IN YOU - BECAUSE MUGGLES ARE MAGIC, TOO!)

#fic rec #writing #beasts #and other things #god these fics are all so fucking good #i wish i could read them for the first time again #but i will have to settle for the nineteenth time each #sometimes life comes at you fast #and by life i mean 'accidentally becoming a michael corner stan'#did someone say lovable grouch on a hero arc #(it's me. i said that)#hinny #prongsfoot #percy/oliver wood

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lunatheseus · 10 months

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The lack of female friendship scenes in Harry Potter (and what I personally would suggest) - an investigation

One thing that I wished was different in the Harry Potter series is all of the girl to girl relationships! We need more scenes! We need to dive deeper into these relationships!

Exhibit A: Cho and Ginny's "rivalry"

They're both iconic and amazing in their own right, and I feel like they could have had such a great friendship!

Not only did they both absolutely kick ass in quidditch, they both risked their lives to join the Hogwarts war efforts! Cho was already graduated by the 7th book, but she chose to come back and help out! Ginny literally was one of the main leaders of Dumbledore's army!

The only reason why JK Rowling would make them rivals is because of Harry and how he liked Cho, but Ginny liked Harry? LIKE- GIRL- not the girls hating girls because of some GUY... seriously??

We need those scenes where they pat each other on the back after a quidditch match to congratulate each other on a good game. Female empowerment moment, yes? Maybe they show each other tips and tricks on their brooms.

There should be a scene where Cho teams up with Ginny during battle! Where they fight death eaters together!

Exhibit B: Hermione and Ginny's friendship

The only thing that bothers me about this one was that Hermione became friends with Ginny because they were forced to share a room as there was not more space in the Weasley Burrow. It was convenient. While I don't love that, it's ok, it makes sense logically.

There should be scenes where the two girls relate to each other, more scenes where they giggle about boys and talk about the latest books they've read. Maybe they can both complain about Ron and Harry to each other. They practically lived together for a while, so maybe we could get more scenes of them being more sisterly and having a sibling-esque relationship.

Exhibit C: Luna and Ginny's friendship

Correct me if I'm wrong but these two became friends shortly after Ginny was saved by Harry in the Chamber of Secrets. I feel like at that point, everyone kind of shunned/was scared of Ginny, and Luna was the only one who would talk to her. This is fine and all, but there's no in between fluff about how they built up their friendship from there.

We need more scenes where Ginny defends Luna from bullies, or when Ginny ditches her boytoy to comfort Luna. Maybe there's a scene where Luna misses her mom, and Ginny is there to talk it out with her! There is so much potential in this friendship! When Luna gets kidnapped, how does Ginny react?

Regardless, I know that there are other female friendships in HP (like the slytherin ones), but these three are probably the most relevant when it comes to the actual story.

Don't even get me started on how Molly, Hermione, and Ginny all hated on Fleur, or when Molly assumed Rita Skeeter's articles about Hermione being a player were true! Like- did none of the girls really have each other's backs?

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