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BUY ME PRESENTS | draco malfoy

summary; draco loves you, and you love him. he just needs a little push to make things official. OR, draco malfoy fighting for his life when he realises just how much everyone wants his girl.

word count; 8928

notes; this is based on christmas eve, but I'm posted a couple days later! this fic puts us half way through our slytherin boy holidays! I'm not sure how the one I expected to be the shortest became the longest one so far. like, seriously, I know I keep saying this but wtf? why can't I write a short fic?

Dinner had already been served by the time you made it to the Grand Hall, the smells of roasted meats and seasoned potatoes filling the air, your mouth watering as you navigated between the throngs of people. Your seat had been saved, of course. A spot on the bench between Draco and Daphne, and as you neared, your friends noticed, smiles rising and waves in your direction.

Sinking into your seat, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the blond boy beside you, his face tipping up to receive it and lips twisting into a smile, attention moving to you as you sat.

“Good day?”

“Better now that it’s over.” You smiled, a chuckle falling from him, and his hand came to rest upon your thigh, squeezing comfortingly while you helped yourself to a plate of whatever food was left. “What are we talking about, what did I miss?”

“Not much. Just Theo telling us all about Christmas in Italy.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, as though you all hadn't heard this exact same speech since that very first Christmas you’d become friends. Most of the group seemed to have simply tuned it out, laughing and nodding at the correct times as they whispered their own conversations.

A swipe of a thumb over your thigh as you finished filling your plate with food, and you shifted your attention to Draco. “So, what are your Christmas plans, Dray?”

Shuffling a little bit closer now that your plate was full, his arm moved to lay across your shoulders instead, letting you snuggle up into his side. “Oh, you know, the usual.”

He smiled, and your world seemed to get a little bit brighter, his lips brushing your hairline as he left a barely-present kiss there.

“Typical Malfoy-family Christmas. I get to do the tour with my parents, visiting every other rich-arsehole couple they know. Christmas Eve party. The pleasure of my father’s annual ‘you’re growing up now, son, it’s time to get serious about the world’ over the dinner table on Christmas Day. Open some presents I don’t want, on a schedule I don’t like.” He sighed, clearly used to it by now, but it didn’t make it sound any less awful.

“Well,” You smile, nudging him playfully with your elbow. “Maybe we could write to one another, or even get a little visit in?”

The hope in your voice was evident, and Pansy gave you an encouraging smile across the table. You’d been meaning to ask Draco this question for weeks now, and your last chance had been fast approaching. Since the summer, you and Draco had been hooking up. It was no secret among your friends, or even the students; your affections for one another were hardly contained, but it wasn't official.

You wanted the labels, the security, and the safety of knowing that he was yours and you were his, and nobody else could come between you. You wanted to be introduced to his parents, be his date at events, to have him be proud to call you his girl. But Draco had been hesitant, avoiding every conversation that might inch into the ‘so, what are we?’ territory, keeping a safe distance from any kind of real commitment.

It wasn’t enough for you anymore, not by a long shot, but trying to talk to Draco about it only ended up with him shutting it down, or skilfully diverting the conversation and you were growing tired of his games.

Draco only made a vague noise, neither an agreement nor disagreement, and looked away from you as he picked up his drink to take a sip. “I don’t know… maybe. I can get pretty busy over the holidays, I’d hate to let you down.”

Another skill of his, making it seem like cancelling or delaying or not doing something at all was your idea. He was clearly hoping you’d brush it off, and tell him not to worry about it, but instead, you kept quiet. Not giving him the satisfaction of any easy win, this time.

Pansy caught your eye across the table, shaking her head disapprovingly, and shooting a glare at an oblivious Draco. She had been your confidant these last few months, every update and development in your situationship, she’d been informed of. Every decision, she’d been a part of. She was practically as invested as you were, at this point, and she certainly did not approve of his nonchalant behaviour either.

“Speaking of parties,” Mattheo cut Theo off, clearly having had enough of the annual rehashing of ‘that one Christmas when Theo was eight’ for today, and changing the subject, “Who’s got their dates sorted for the Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball, and who’s daring to go solo and have Narcissa set them up like a matchmaker all night long?”

Chuckles rang out among the group, and Pansy smiled, leaning into Blaise’s side with a love-struck grin. “I think we’re safe this year.”

“I’m going solo, but, I did tell Aunty Cissa that I have my eye on a girl in one of my classes, and I’m seeing how it plays out. So, she’s not setting me up anytime soon, since she believes I’m already onto someone.” Enzo smirked, and Blaise congratulated him for his clever tactics.

You smirked through your mouthful of food, listening to Mattheo explain his complex excuse, to Reggie mournfully spill the story of how he’s already been set up by his parents witha ‘potential bride to meet’, and how he hopes she doesn’t show up. You laugh with the others as Tom simply raises an eyebrow, knowing that even Narcissa doesn’t attempt to set him up anymore, lest he scare away any more of her friends’ daughters. Theo, ever the player he is, is looking forward to dancing with every single lady he can find, and taking his pick at the end of the night.

“I suppose nobody needs to ask Draco who his date will be.” Mattheo grins, wiggling his brows at the pair of you as you smile, leaning a little further into the man at your side.

“Hey, who knows?” He chortles, and your eyes narrow a little, “I’ve had plenty of offers. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“Oooh.” Enzo’s eyes went wide, the other boys joining in, and Pansy fixed him with a glare. Daphne leaned around you with her jaw dropped at his statement, and you sat up from his embrace, lips pressed flat and a brow raised.

The boys snickered, ‘he’s in shit’ and ‘someone’s in the doghouse’, but he lived for the spotlight, a drama queen at heart, and he smirked down at you.

“Oh, c’mon. Don’t look at me like that, babe.” The playful nickname was one he only ever used when joking around. When he was sincere, he was much more romantic; darling, sweetheart, beautiful. “What am I supposed to say? ‘Hi mum, hello father, meet the girl I’m skipping class to shag! Thanks for paying my tuition!’, I don’t think so.”

The boys all laughed, Daphne scoffed in sync with her sister behind you, and Pansy looked like she’d lunge across the table at any moment, if it wasn’t for her chastising Blaise for laughing, instead. ‘You and Draco can share that couch you’ll both be sleeping on tonight’, she’d said. ‘See how funny you think it is then’.

The words stung as he spoke them, dismantling your relationship down to the bare minimum; to sex and physical connection and nothing else. Like the nights spent talking until the sun came up were nothing, the times you’d held him while he cried, or washed him in the bath when he was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open. Like he didn’t rub your stomach for hours every month when you got cramps, or had a stash of your favourite snacks in his bedside table for whenever you came over.

You knew that Draco Malfoy lived you, just as much as you loved him. It was evident in everything he did, every kiss and every word. But, he needed a little push.

“I suppose you’re right,” You sigh lightly, giggling along with the laughing boys around the table. “I’m not so sure Lucius wouldn't burst a blood vessel then and there.”

“Exactly.” Draco hummed, and you glanced back to Pansy. She was shocked, only for a second, before taking in the subtle signs of mischief on your face. Her own smirk stretched out in return, and her gaze flickered once to Draco, before back to you.

A new game was afoot, and Draco wasn’t going to stand a chance.

Slipping your coat from your shoulders, the annual Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball was well underway. Your parents had disappeared into the crowds before you’d even stepped out of the carriage, uncaring of where you were as long as you weren’t causing trouble. They were here to mingle with the other importants, and you were just here to learn the ropes of proper socialising.

The garment was taken from you, your small bag clutched in hand as a ticket was given to you for it, and you brushed down the front of your dress delicately. Pearls moved under your touch, beading along the bodice flat and perfected, and you felt your confidence rise as you looked at yourself once more in the reflection of a dark window. Adjusting the small lace gloves on each hand, you took a step towards the dining room.

Elegant music was playing from a live band up on a stage, the room was decorated this year to look like a winter escape. Pale and frosty, like a palace of ice, twinkling lights and glittering decor, crisp white tablecloths and ice sculptures. A layer of goosebumps travelled along your skin at the sight of it all, despite the warming charms that took place for the guests.

Scanning the room, you quickly found your table. The designated kids table, despite you all being legal adults and far beyond such status. You’d all be the babies of the ball until the new generation emerged, no doubt. Moving through the bodies and crowds of people politely, Theo was the first to glance up and spot you, his mouth falling open, and a rush of confidence took over as he raised two fingers to his lips and whistled.

The sound caught the attention of the others’ chatter fading to quiet as they all turned to look for the object of his cat-calling, Enzo’s eyes widened, Pansy cheered loudly, and even Mattheo looked momentarily speechless. You’d had the same reaction when you’d seen yourself in the dress too, your stylist had truly outdone herself for this one.

You looked flawless, and you looked expensive, and utterly elegant. Doing a little spin as you approached, a smile broke free on your lips as you stopped before the chair with your name card before it.

“Merlin, babe,” Pansy started, drawing your attention straight her her, “You’ve got every eye on you tonight. If I was single, I’d be all over you.”

She winked when you laughed, and Blaise rolled his eyes but smiled, leaning in to kiss her cheek affectionately.

“Pretty necklace,” She commented, and your fingers rose to the pretty string of pearls and diamonds that you had.

“It was a gift,” You simply hummed, tugging at your gloves. Glancing at the others, you gave each a polite smile, eyes lingering on Draco as he stared. In any other style, this dress would be scandalous for an event like this. A low neckline, spaghetti straps, no sleeves. Tight and fitted to every curve of your body, and yet the classic designs and vintage nature elevated it to the kind of class Audrey Hepburn would be proud of.

He looked just as good, a dark suit, a fresh white shirt, a champagne-coloured tie that made the colour of his eyes and his hair stand out and your mouth dried out a little. Silver rings adorned his fingers, the Malfoy signet standing out, clenched so tightly around his whiskey glass that his knuckles were almost white.

You’d worn soft, golden makeup effects today, a dusting of glitter along your cheekbones and eyelids, a shade of pink on your cheeks and lips that you knew was his weakness.

“Someone really wanted your attention with that, huh?” Your best friend teased, and your eyes snapped away from Draco, back to her.

“I suppose so,” You muse, hand coming up to touch one of the beads on your ear, “Since they also got me this lovely pair of matching earrings.”

Pansy made a dramatic show of admiring them, and Blaise gave a funny look, glancing at the jewellery, and then back at Draco, who was frowning. Before you could reach for your chair after placing your clutch down, Enzo was shooting to his feet from beside you, tugging out the chair for you.

Draco scoffed as you gave him a thank you, settling into your seat, and he glared at the man beside you. Enzo didn’t flinch, however, smirking at Draco as he spoke;

“What? It’s called being a gentleman, cousin.”

Crossing your leg delicately, you’d hardly even removed your gloves, before a tray was coming down by your side, and a young waiter with a dazzling smile was looking right at you.

“Champagne, ma’am?” Not a planned pawn in your game, but a welcome addition, you smiled sweetly in return.

“Oh, I’d love some. Thank you.” Taking the single glass by the stem, you lifted it from the tray and the man’s smile stretched wider as you sipped the bubbly, holding his eye.

“Of course, miss. If you need anything, anything at all, I’ll be at the bar, happy to serve.” His flirting was heavy enough that normally you’d want to roll your eyes, but tonight, you suppressed that urge, playing into it as you bat your lashes.

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Thank you.”

He took the dismissal, staring appreciatively as he walked away, another look over his shoulder to you as you watched him go.

“Stop eye-fucking the help.” Draco snapped, and your focus moved to him slowly, just to find his icy glare on you. He didn’t scare you, though, all that mean bravado, but you knew what was underneath.

“I was doing no such thing.” You tut, placing down your drink. “Don’t be jealous, Dray. You look even better in that suit. If you want compliments, just ask. No need to be mean.”

He seemed rather placated by this, his ego settling down, even if the others did laugh at him.

The conversation seemed to continue around you as you settled in, avoiding Draco’s heated stare and sipping at your champagne. The rush of warming alcohol through your veins settled every dancing nerve, and gave you the calm confidence to do what you had planned. Sitting forwards, just enough, you angled your body so that Draco might have the perfect view over your cleavage as you feigned interest in the chatter around you.

He took the bait, his gaze falling right where you wanted it, the gems of your necklace dangling just over the swell of your breasts, and he licked his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth.

Raising your hands and catching the swinging gem, you toyed with it carefully, letting it run over your fingers. Time melted away as Draco’s gaze flicked between your nimble touch, your lips, and your chest, shuffling in his seat every so often, and gulping at the bubbly in his glass.

He was on his third refill by the time food started to be taken around, and you took pity on him momentarily, sitting back in your chair and angling away from him, ready to receive your first course.

As the starters came around, you turned to thank your waiter, surprised to see it was the same man from the bar who had brought you your champagne. You’d given him little thought since he’d walked away, and you’d never spotted him again, but perhaps that was exactly why he was delivering your food now, as he beamed at you and set down the plate.

Men did love a little attention, after all.

Reaching for the bottle of champagne cooling in the centre of the table, the waiter never looked away from you as he refilled your glass without being asked. Draco finally seemed to notice as he finished adjusting his napkin, gaze narrowing on the man serving you. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” He muttered.

You pretended to take no notice, smiling at the man and waving your fingers flirtily as he walked away.

“I’m going to get another drink at the bar,” He announced, leaving without his glass and without asking if anyone else wanted one. You knew where he was truly going, if the lock of his jaw and the stamp in his step were any indication. You doubted you’d be seeing that waiter again.

As you poked at your food, Pansy excused herself too, only a few bites into her meal before she disappeared with a wicked grin and no explanation to anyone. Enzo just chuckled beside you, glancing around the room like he was watching all the cogs of a machine in motion, before turning his gaze on you. “You do look lovely tonight, do you know that?”

“Of course I do. I spent days on end trying on dress after dress to find this.” You sighed, admiring the gorgeous piece of art on your body as you set your cutlery down.

“And is it serving the purpose you need it to?” He teased, voice knowing, and you nodded. Flicking your gaze over the patrons and guests in the room, you searched for Draco, finding him talking politely to one of his mother’s friends at the bar.

“It is, I think.”

“Let’s hope it stays that way.” He whispered, your focus still on the man who truly held your heart, who was making his polite excuse and walking way, back towards you all. His gaze locked on yours, only for a second, before Pansy was calling your name and drawing your focus elsewhere.

When you looked up to her, she was grinning, a man by her side. “This is Elliot, he’s been wanting to meet you for some time. I promised him I’d introduce you both tonight.”

You offered the best smile you could as his cheeks reddened, and Pansy merely patted him on the shoulder, slinking away as you offered your hand to him. “Lovely to meet you, Elliot.”

“You too. As embarrassing as that introduction was, it’s true. I have wanted to meet you for some time.” He had a kind smile and pretty eyes, and he seemed far too nice to be dragged into your game tonight, but he seemed almost like a willing participant, and you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. As Draco took his seat, Elliot continued, “Pansy has told me so much about you. You know, if you’re free one day before you go back to that fancy boarding school of yours, I’d love to take you out.”

“Yeah? What have you got in mind?” You smile, twisting a little more to face him, and your encouragement only brightens his expression as Draco’s darkens in your peripheral.

“A night in London, perhaps. We could get dinner, and see the opera?”

“She doesn’t like the opera.” Draco sneered, openly staring at Elliot with enough contempt to scare away lesser men. Elliot tugged at his collar, glancing at Draco, and then back to you as you tried to hide your shock at his behaviour.

“The theatre, then?”

Draco looked ready to snap again, and before he could, you nodded, sparing your unwilling partner. “That sounds wonderful, I’ll see what my schedule says. I’ll get in touch with you through Pansy if I can find the time, is that okay?”

“Perfect.” He smiled, sneaking another wary glance at Draco who was not backing down from glaring at him unflinchingly, but Elliot shook it off, bravely. “It was a pleasure to meet you, truly.”

“And you, Elliot.”

Soon after he left, the plates were being cleared. You tried not to smirk as a different waiter, and one who very pointedly did not so much as even catch your gaze, cleared your dishes away at record speed.

You knew that Draco had something, everything, to do with that. He was jealous by nature, a spoilt single child who did not like to share his favourite toys, and that is exactly what you were betting on tonight.

You stood, taking a lap around the room with Pansy to settle your food before the next course, and to get another drink. She took the opportunity to fill you in on how her first Christmas event with Blaise’s family had gone, and when you returned, you made sure to surreptitiously place yourself behind Draco’s chair.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, a friendly gesture, squeezing and rubbing enough that your thumb swept over his collar and across his neck. His pulse jumped under your touch, and he tipped his head closer, into your touch.

As he did so, your heart leapt in your chest. To others, it might look like a friendly gesture but to you, it meant so much more. You were tempted to cave then and there, to live with this being enough, to settle, but you couldn't. You didn’t want this to be it, you wanted to follow this by leaning down to kiss him, to have him smile against your lips in public the way he did when you were alone.

To arrive at these events together, arms linked, and to stumble out tiredly together too. To sit by him, his hand on your thigh, to rest your head on his shoulder, to kiss him on the dance floor. The thought was enough to push you through.

He twisted his head, to kiss your hand like he often did when you did this. Carefully, you slipped your hand away just in time, knuckles brushing across the nape of his neck as you stepped away, and back to your seat.

His sights moved to you, but like a saving grace, the servers began to appear with more dishes, and dinner soon distracted you all. A delicious serving of salmon and potatoes, and the hall fell quiet enough for you to hear the beautiful music playing when chatter fell low.

Low conversation, drinks refilled, and that perfect mood set across the room, as people took to the tables and quieted down. Your favourite part of the night, usually. Good food, your friends, and a chance to catch up without the usual weight of it all sitting on you. Regulus was talking, telling the rare story that had him caught up in a long conversation where he usually just observed quietly, but your attention was fixed on your lover.

Until, Theo spoke up.

“Oh, merda,” He muttered across Reggie’s’ story, his gaze cutting to you alarmingly quickly. “I forgot to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” Your heart skipped a beat, a flash of panic.

“My cousin flew in last minute for the party, and he wants to speak to you.” Theo’s words soothed your panic, and you offered him a flat look for the dramatic way he’d put it. Taking a sip from your glass, you raised a brow.

“When?”

“Now.” He confirmed, sights lifting to sit just behind you, and before you could even turn, a chair was being pulled up beside your own from another table. Turning your head to the owner, a smile burst across your face at the man sitting before you.

“Dario!” Your arms were around his neck before you could stop yourself, and he was chuckling as he bundled you into an equally enthusiastic hug. He chuckled lightly, pulling back only far enough to press a friendly kiss to your cheek, and you cupped his face as you parted from him. “You’re growing a beard!”

“My mother hates it.” He chuckled, rubbing a hand over it. As you twisted a little more towards him, he reached down, practically manhandling you as he reached for the edge of your seat by your legs, tugging it sideways to face him. You squealed as the chair jolted, screeching on the floor, tugging you closer as he leaned in. “Sei incantevole.”

“Are you charming me in Italian?” You smirk, a boyish smile on his face as he lounged back in his seat. “What are you doing here, anyway? Theo said none of you were flying in this year! I thought you couldn't make it.”

“I couldn't,” He sighed, shrugging, “But, then I heard that you would be here, without a date, and I knew I just had to make it. So, here I am, la mia bella donna. You think a short flight from Italy would stop me rushing over here to you?”

Your giggle was against your control. Even if he was more like family than a romantic interest, the way his accent twisted around coyly spoken words, was enough to bring a blush to even the most unreceptive woman’s face. “Cut it out, you flirt.”

“You’ll save me a dance later, right?”

“We’ll see.” He rose his brow, and you lifted your glass, taking a sip of bubbly to hide your smile, leaving him hanging. “Depends on how much more of your cheesy flirting I can endure.”

“You mean my wonderful Italian charm?” He teased, pinching one of your cheeks, and deepening the flush he had already created. “Don’t think I don’t see the way I make you blush.

You could only scoff, mouth dry as you tried to think of a retort, and you didn’t miss Theo muttering in Italian behind you, curse words you’d picked up on tumbling from his mouth.

“Perhaps this can convince you,” Dario reaches for his inner pocket, producing a small, slim box. An excited squeak breaks from you as he hands it over, your fingers brushing the elegant leather, an Italian name embossed across the front. “Open it later, alright?”

You could only nod, admiring it happily, before slipping the box safely inside of your clutch. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles as he stood. A final wink as he offered you hid charming goodbyes, and a farewell to the rest of the table, before returning his borrowed chair to where he had taken it from.

You watched as your friend left, disappearing into the crowd, no doubt to mingle and socialise as he had always been so good at, before you swung back around in your chair.

“He taught you everything you know, huh, Nott?”

Theo only shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face. “What can I say, tesoro? We Nott men just have charm. We’ll woo your panties right off.” He winked, the cockiness not lasting long as Draco swung at him, a fist landing roughly on his arm as the Malfoy heir scowled, glaring at his best friend.

“Cut it out.” He growled the words through gritted teeth, and your hand shot up, rubbing at your lip to hide your grin as Draco made no effort to hide his own emotions. Theo only laughed, rubbing at the patch on his arm he’d taken the hit.

Dessert was served, a beautiful display of ice cream and winter berries that almost looked too good to eat. The key word being almost. You hadn't been able to resist, however, and the first small groan you’d let out as the sugar hit your tongue had Draco’s gaze snapping straight to you. I did not leave, once, after.

Instead, he watched, through a dark gaze, every curl of your lips around the spoon, every swipe of your tongue to catch the juice of burst berries. If you’d put on a little extra show, just for him, nobody else had to know.

It was like he was staring right into your soul, so intense, even after the meal was long since finished. Finally, you indulged him once again, turning to look at him and raising a brow. “Yes, Draco?”

“You look beautiful tonight, I am simply admiring.” He let his gaze move across you slowly, making his admiration apparent, and his gaze lingered a fraction of a second longer on your neck. He stared at you with open adoration, the kind of look that told you exactly how he felt, even if he was fighting it, but he was close to breaking. He was close to losing this game he didn’t know he was playing. Then, his gaze flickered over your shoulder, sweet observation morphing. His brows drew together, his open hand slamming down on the table hard enough to make the glass rattle. “Oh, fucking hell…”

Mattheo erupted with sudden laughter, loud and brash, and there was a tap on your shoulder before you could even ask him what had him in such hysterics. A young man you did not know, perhaps a few years younger than you, and glanced around the table to see which of your friends had put this one together. Each seemed to have caught on in their own time, and had a hand in adding to the fun, to watch Draco suffer more, but none of them were laying any claim to this one.

“I’ve been watching you all evening, and you are beautiful.” He smiled, stuttering over his words slightly, and Draco made no shy show of his disdain, rolling his eyes and making a disapproving sound. “I was wondering if you might grant me the pleasure of a dance?”

“She would dance with you,” Enzo interrupted, before you could speak at all, leaning forward toward the edge of your chair from his own, and you could have kissed him in gratitude for saving you. “But, she promised me her first dance. Isn’t that right, love? And I think now is the perfect time. Let’s go.”

Offering you his hand, you took it, letting him sweep you away without a second’s delay, navigating you both to the dance floor and twirling you expertly into his arms. One hand clasped your own, the other sitting at a respectable place on your waist, your own on his shoulder, and he fell into the well-rehearsed steps of a classical ballroom dance he’d been doing since he could walk.

You let out a shaky sigh, relief flooding your veins as you looked back to your seat, noticing that the boy had taken Enzo’s rejection well and disappeared, not hanging around and waiting for your return.

“You’re killing him slowly, like a predator playing with its prey,” Enzo smirked, neither of you needing to clarify who you were talking about, as he brought up his cousin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Really?” He chuckled, spinning you out before pulling you back in, sharp actions that made you dizzy with their accuracy, and you grinned as he brought you tumbling right back into his arms, perfectly. If he’d been trying to win you over, his dancing alone would’ve had you swooning. “You just show up to a fancy event like this, dripping in diamonds and pearls and looking like a million bucks, supposedly single. You mean to tell me you didn’t know that all these rich London boys wouldn't descend on you like vultures?”

“Not my fault I’m single and hot, Enz.”

He just laughed, dipping you a little. “We do struggle, don’t we.” You wove between people, a happy silence falling between you both once again as he guided you over the floor, back and forth, “Are you, though? Single, I mean.”

“That is up to your cousin.”

“Touché.”

You continued to move, until your feet were sore from all the twirling, clinging to Enzo in fits of giggles as he spun and twirled and dipped you more, hands on your waist as he lifted you through the air, making a show of his dancing.

He may have seemed altruistic in his gestures, sweeping in to save you and Draco from your dance with the boy, but he was using you too. Enzo was taking every opportunity to show off his moves to every lady around the room watching, a flirty smile on his face between conversations and he glanced around, and you wouldn't be surprised if he received more offers than Theo or Dario by the end of the night.

As the third song came to an end, and the music fell for just a second, you panted slightly, arm around his neck now, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a bright smile. “Can we take a break?”

“Tired, already? You only gave me three so far.” He smirked at the way your jaw dropped, your face going hot and you knew your cheeks were red. You untangled yourself from his body, barely making it a step away from his laughter before he wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his side. “Oh, c’mon. I thought the aim was to flirt and make him mad?”

“He’s not even here to listen!”

“I’m practising,” Enzo murmured, steering you towards the bar, and leaning on the wood as he flagged down the bartender. You were quickly served, by a woman who fawned over Enzo as she passed by, and you had to snap your fingers in front of his face to snap his gaze away from her retreating form. “So, how long are you going to make him—”

A tap on Enzo’s shoulder cut him off, and he turned to look, straightening up instantly from his slumped position. As soon as he moved so you could see, your relaxation melted away too, as you found yourself face to face with Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.

“Lorenzo, I’ve hardly had a chance to talk to you all evening. I want to ask you about your schoolwork.” The impressively formal and deep voice of Lucius Malfoy settled over your skin like fresh snow, cold but smooth, and you shuddered.

Narcissa only chuckled lightly at her husband’s words, her eyes on you. “You’ve been busy, though. Who is your lovely lady?”

“Uncle Lucius, Aunt Cissa. This is my friend, (Y/n).”

It wasn’t exactly the circumstances you’d wanted to meet them under, but you smiled nonetheless, nerves running wild as you offered your hand to them both, shaking politely just as your parents had taught you.

“Ah, (Y/n). Yes. I make a point of knowing all of Draco’s school friends, but I’m in business with your father, aren’t I?” Something like a small kernel of sweetness was buried in that statement, his interest in his son’s life, even if he tried to hide it behind formalities, but it wasn’t your place to comment.

“Yes, sir. That is correct.”

“They’re very proud of your schoolwork. They were telling me about your latest project. You synthesised a new potion to grow murkweed faster, is that true?”

You were surprised he knew so much, your small project submitted for Herbology was the last thing you’d expected Lucius Malfoy to know of, or take an interest in, and your mouth felt like sandpaper as you tried to form words. “Yes. Yes, sir. That’s right.”

“Interesting.” That calculating gaze scanned over you, analysing you from head to toe, like he could see right through you with a single glance. “That is impressive, for someone of your age. I’d be open to learning more. Are you considering making a future out of your alchemy talents? I have connections that I could contact for you.”

You were speechless, your stomach going wild with butterflies born of both excitement and anxiety. He smirked, a look that would set you on edge if you weren’t sure deep down that this was in your interests, not against them.

“Perhaps we can discuss it more soon, when we next see you. With Enzo?”

Enzo’s arm around your waist shifted, a reassuring weight that you were sure had been your only grounding presence for this surreal conversation. He patted your hip encouragingly. “Oh, no, we aren’t…”

Motioning between you both, Lucius’ brows furrowed, and Narcissa tried to hide her sigh.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Aunt Cissa. (Y/n) isn’t mine, though it is wonderful that you approve.” Before either could question him, or expand on their confusion, Enzo gave your waist a final rub, before removing his touch from you entirely, and stepping towards his family. “Shall we go and discuss schoolwork then, Uncle? You have questions, and I have answers. I hope the ones you want.”

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/l/n).” Lucius politely offered you his hand again, shaking it firmly, and that was about as friendly a dismissal as you’d ever get from him, you’d heard. This was only supported by the surprised look on Narcissa’s face, and the beam Enz gave you as he guided his uncle away.

“I hope to see you again soon, (Y/n). You look wonderful this evening, thank you for coming.” Narcissa murmured, before following her husband and nephew, glancing back at you only once over her shoulder. She knew. The woman was far more cunning than she let on, the true embodiment of a sneaky Slytherin, observing quietly and taking everything in. Her eyes glinted. She knew you knew she knew, too.

Your heart was pounding, cheeks warm as you lifted your fingers to them cautiously. The disappointed waitress placed down two drinks before you, Enzo long gone without his, but you smiled at her with appreciation, fingers shaking a little as you lifted the glass to your lips to take a sip.

You’d spoken to Draco’s parents.

They’d liked you. Lucius had offered to put you onto the career path, and Narcissa had complimented your dress. A soft laugh of disbelief slipped free, your eyes sliding closed for just a second as you revelled in the moment.

It hasn’t been what you’d set out for tonight, but it was far more than what you’d hoped for. Opening your eyes again, to head back to the table and find Draco, you were met by the sight of a stranger leaning before you on the bar, grinning down at you in amusement. “Hello.”

“Hi.” You gave a terse smile, and a single nod. “If you’ll excuse me—”

“I didn’t even get to ask you to dance yet. Saw you out on the floor with the Berkshire boy, earlier, and I thought—”

“I’m dancing with her next, mate. Piss off.”

Draco rarely sounded that mad, a chill went down your spine as you felt an arm slide around your waist, tugging you back into his chest. “Dray…”

The stranger only scoffed, glaring at Draco as he wandered away, and your hand reached for his forearm on your body. He snatched it away too soon, however, tugging on your hip to turn you around. His jaw was clenched tight, eyes more frozen than the coldest glacier. “Dance with me.”

Not a request, and he didn’t wait for an answer, before plucking your drink from your hand and slamming it down onto the bar, guiding you back to the swaying bodies. Standing before you, you offered him your hand, your hand sitting lightly on his shoulder. He didn’t take the respectable route, instead, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, sweeping you close to his body, and beginning to move you both in simple steps.

It was several minutes before he relaxed, your arm sliding further around his neck in a more intimate hold, bringing the two of you much closer, swaying slowly. The tension in his body gave way with every step, and with a resigned sigh, he finally spoke, “You met my parents.”

“I did. They were lovely. Very curious about Enzo and I’s relationship.”

His hand clenched on your waist, and you tipped your head at him as his piercing gaze drilled into you. One more move…

“Oh, don’t be so mad, Dray. We’re only shagging, after all. You’ll find a new girl if I get swept away by someone else.”

His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching, and a fire burned in those silver eyes now, melting the ice away with rage. Checkmate.

“You win, alright? I’m not playing this stupid game any longer.” He took a deep breath, and another, fingers twitching on your back as jealousy bubbled under the surface. “For fucks sake, how many pieces of jewellery from other guys are you wearing? Who bought you those earrings, that necklace? I should be the only one buying you gifts. I should be the one spoiling you. You want the Malfoy family ring? I’ll go yank it off my mother’s engagement ring from her finger right now, just take all this off.”

He studied you for a second, confusion growing at the smirk that grew on your lips. Victory was yours, and you leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. Letting the hand from his neck smooth down his chest, his gaze stayed locked on the jewels around your neck, glaring angrily. “No.”

“No?”

“No. It’s pretty. I’m going to keep wearing it all, let it remind you what you have. Next time you piss me off, forget a date, or use the last of my shampoo, I’m going to put it all back on so you can remember how many guys would jump at the chance.” His nostrils flared, but he stayed silent, wisely knowing when to keep his mouth shut. “I don’t want your family ring, Malfoy. Not yet. I just want a proper title, and the respect that comes with it. I’m not your booty call, or your side piece. You don’t want to play games anymore? Then don’t.”

“You already won.” He whispers, his head dropping down to let his forehead rest on your own. “You know how much you mean to me.”

“Yes, I do. But I want the whole world to know it, too, Dray.”

He didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he twisted his head, enough to press his mouth to your own, silencing any more arguments between you both as he kissed you. His lips claimed yours, a tender and loving kiss, showing everyone just how much you meant to him. There was no mistaking the emotions within it, not as his arms wrapped around your body, holding you to him as the pretence of dancing was given up, your hand on the back of his head, fingers in his hair, meeting every push and pull.

When he pulled away, your smile took over, bashful now under his openly adoring gaze, and he stole several more pecks from your lips. A happy sound escaped you as he tugged you in, tucking his face into your neck, and swaying you both to the music.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“You have, but I’d be open to hearing it again.” Your hand smoothed over his hair, and he chuckled against your skin, leaving a kiss on the crook of your neck before raising to meet your eye.

“You are breathtaking, darling. I’m in awe. This colour is my favourite, you know.”

“Why do you think I wore it?”

His fingers trailed down your spine, eyes sparkling even more at that revelation. “How about we get out of here? We’ll make our goodbyes to my parents, and head out.”

“Our goodbyes?” You repeated as he took your hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Yes. From their son and his girlfriend. I think you deserve a proper introduction, after all.”

Tugging you across the floor, he gave you no time to prepare, and certainly, none to disagree, as you smoothed your hair and attempted to control the blush he’d brought to your cheeks. Through the crowds he wove, until he was pulling to a stop just shy of his parents, and Enzo looked as though he could have cried with relief when Lucius’ intense focus was taken away from him. The boy quickly slipped away as both of Draco’s parents turned to face you.

“Miss (Y/l/n), when we said we hoped to see you again soon, I didn’t realise you’d take it quite this literally.” He murmured, voice as low and calm as always, and your lips parted, a different kind of heat flooding your features.

“Oh, behave now, Lucius,” Narcissa grinned, her gaze dropping to your clasped hands, before she reached up to her son’s face, pinching his cheek with a smile. “Draco, darling, I’ve hardly seen you all evening.”

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you Mother, but we’ll be leaving early.” She only gave him a knowing look, ignoring Lucius’ displeased huff, as if she wasn’t surprised at all.

“‘We’?”

“My girlfriend and I.” He said, proud and strong, before tugging you forward a little more to stand in front of him. His hand left your own, circling your waist instead, and she offered him a smile at the news.

“I see.” She smiled, patting her son’s cheek affectionately, before turning that knowing gaze on you. “Now Lorenzo’s evasiveness whenever I asked him about you makes sense.”

“You asked about me?” Your words were a rushed squeak, which only seemed to amuse Narcissa more.

“Of course, dear. I wanted to know more about you. I’d ask you to sit and chat with me for a spell, but I believe my son might combust if I did.”

“Mother!” He gasped, and Lucius only tutted.

“Draco.” His father growled softly, shaking his head, and the red on his son’s cheeks only grew.

“You both may go, for now. But I hope you’ll visit me soon, and we might talk?”

“You mean… just us?” Your words tapered off to a near whisper, and Lucius smirked to himself as Draco rolled his eyes.

“Yes, dear. We’ll have tea.”

You could only nod, bidding your final farewells to them both in a state of awe, before Draco was hurrying you along. Tight hands gripping your waist, lips on your neck as he loved you through the crowds, swiping up your bag and giving you barely a moment to say goodbye to your friends before sweeping you away again. It was only due to the snow falling outside, you were sure, that he allowed you to stop long enough to get your coats.

Helping you, he lifted the garment onto you from behind, kissing your cheek as he reached around your body to fasten it. His elegant coat was already on, and leather gloves were on his hands as he offered you one. Lacing your fingers through his own, he smiled, tugging you out into the freezing night, and ushering you around the side of the Manor, away from the stream of cars lined up for guests as they left.

“Where are we going, Dray?”

“To one of the gardens near the path.” He never turned back, leading you carefully around patches of ice and slippery snow as you moved, the light from the house fading. It was almost pitch black, before he mumbled a small spell, and the garden lights glowed to light, glittering on the fresh blanket of ice.

Sitting on the grass was an old-fashioned sleigh, enchanted to keep dry, even in the snow, and two reindeer sat happily in the snow snuffling at the grass and scattered food.

The landscape stretched out far before you both, trees and grass and walls all covered in snow like something from a Christmas card, and the sigh that left your lips clouded in the air before your face.

“Oh, Draco…” Taking a few steps closer, snow-tipped over the tops of your heels as you stepped off the pathway onto the grass, chilling your feet for only a second, before Draco was following. Scooping you up into his arms, you kicked the ice from your feet with a giggle, your arms looping around his neck. “What’s all this?”

“This is your Christmas present. I didn’t realise that was the kind of ice you wanted instead.” He muttered, eyes flicking down to your neck, as he carried you carefully through the snow and towards the ornate sleigh. As you leaned in to kiss his cheek, he smiled shyly, avoiding your gaze as he became embarrassed, “I wanted to do something romantic for you. We can take the sleigh back to the town, get a cab, and take the jet anywhere you want to go. Pansy already packed a bag for you.”

He placed you down on the edge of the sleigh, letting you shuffle across onto the warmed leather. With another kiss to your lips, he scoffed at your smile.

“Merry Christmas, my wicked little girlfriend.”

“I can’t believe you arranged all this.” You were practically bouncing in your seat, watching as Draco nervously tugged on the reins, prompting the lazy animals to stand back up, before settling into the sleigh himself. Like they knew just what to do, they took off in a slow trot, tugging the pair of you along through the snow.

“Maybe if you’d have waited, instead of making me fight for my life tonight, you’d have been surprised.”

His arm was splayed along the back of the seat, and you snuggled in a little closer to him. Curling his arm around you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, shaking his head and burying his nose in your hair. “If I didn’t make you fight for me, Dray, you’d probably have introduced me to your mother as your study partner. I gave you a little push, that’s all.”

“Is that so?” He muttered, guiding your face up so he could peck your lips. “Who do you think helped me arrange all of this for my ‘lovely lady friend’, hm? I’ve been writing to my mother about having an interest in someone for months now. You underestimate me.”

“You never gave me any other indication!”

“Oh, please. You walk me like a damn dog, you knew how I felt.” His mouth closed over your own, stealing a kiss, and you couldn't help but smile into it. “I think tonight just proves it.”

The sleigh trotted on as Draco kissed you in the back, beyond thought and reason, your hands tucked into his coat for warmth as he kept you cuddled in close to his side.

Minutes melted away, the two of you lost in your own world as you jostled and trotted through the fields, back toward the town. Whatever he had planned, it had been in motion for days, and the thought only made you fall a little more in love with him. Perhaps you had underestimated him, but none of it mattered now, not when he was kissing you like you were his only way to breathe, and you had him in your arms, properly, at last.

“So, Pansy knew about your little plan?”

“Yes. I told her days ago.”

“Hm…” You loved her, and it was perhaps her knowledge of Draco’s actions that made this all the funnier. “So, she knew about your plan, and mine. And still, she made sure to introduce guys to me all night. She played us both just for her own amusement.”

As you thought of her, your fingers lifted to your neck, sitting on the delicate jewellery there, and Draco huffed. Looping his finger underneath it, he tugged lightly. “Can you take this off now, please?”

“Why would I do that?” His pout deepened, glaring at the offending item, and you gave in with an airy laugh. “Pansy, Daph and Tori picked it out personally.”

“What?” His head snapped up, pout gone as his jaw dropped, and he was not laughing like you were. “You let me believe another guy decked you out in diamonds all night! What about the matching earrings?”

“Blaise.”

“The bracelet?”

“Theo and the Notts.”

At that mention, his eyes narrowed again, searching for your clutch and finding it resting in your lap. “But Theo’s cousin Mario gave you a separate gift.”

“Dario.” You corrected, and he mimicked it childishly, scoffing afterwards. “Well, that part was real. He truly was flirting, and I have no idea what it is, I haven’t opened it yet.”

“Give it to me.” He reached for your bag, a second too slow as you swiped it away from him with a gasp. He didn’t give up, still trying to snatch it as he leaned over you, pressing you back into the seat through fits of laughter, the two of you fighting over the bag until it was pressed to your chest, your eyes wide as you stared up at him, shaking your head. “Give it to me! I’m chucking it, hand it over!”

“No, it’s mine!” He slumped back into his seat, panting for breath and smoothing his hair back down. He was pointedly staring away in the opposite direction, and when you leaned in closer with a chuckle, he leaned away. Grabbing his shoulder, you planted yourself firmly in his lap, kissing the underside of his jaw. “I’m keeping it, but your present is better, I just know it. Whatever it is, could never beat this.”

“Promise?”

“I promise, Dray.”

He gave in, wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you in closer to his body and pressing a happy kiss to your cheek. “Fine, but I’m buying you a new necklace when we get off the damn plane. I don’t care who bought that one.”

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agirlsguidetolove · 8 months

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I THOUGHT YOU KNEW

pairings: theodore nott x reader

word count: 0.9k

summary: “i thought you knew?” “you thought i knew we were dating?” “yes!” “how would i know that, nott, you never told me.”

Theodore Nott had dead eyes. That was something you had learned early on in your friendship with the boy; never expect his eyes to tell you anything. But, right now, you couldn’t help but wonder if your own advice was wrong because the look he was giving you in the moment was the farthest thing to dead. Alive.

Theodore’s eyes were ablazed, like you had lit a match in his face just as he had done with his cigarettes the night before. They looked on fire as he glared off at you, standing and chatting with some Ravenclaw boy who had decided to make the stupid of going to a slytherin party and talking to Theo’s girl.

It was a common fact that you and Theo had something, everyone knew. Well, maybe except for you.

Maybe that’s why you hadn’t expected for Theodore to waltz up to you and your new friend and throw an arm over your shoulder, and stand and listen to you too talk, not saying a word.

“Think we should get out of here?” Was the first thing he said to you, well, whispered into your ear, pulling you closer.

“I’m okay here, Teddy,” you said. Theo visible softened, melting into you at the nickname only you were allowed to call him. “You can go, though. I’ll be alright, promise.”

Theo smiled at you as you patted his arm that was wrapped around your shoulder, watching as your attention drifted back to whoever this guy was. He sighed.

“I know,” Theo started before your Ravenclaw friend interrupted.

“Yeah, mate, we’ll be okay,” he said. Theo hardened, dead eyes becoming colder as he took his arm off your shoulder, stepping forward and shoving the guy.

“Was I fucking talking to you, mate?” he spit.

“Woah!” you cut, pulling Theo back with your hand to his chest, “What the hell, Theo?”

“Yeah,” the Raveclaw pants. “What the hell, Nott? Calm down!”

Theodore sneers, glaring harshly ate the boy before hissing, “Fuck off,” and pushing past him and bumping his shoulder aggressively as he makes his way out of the common room.

Staring of at his fuming figure you quickly apologize to the boy before chasing off after Theo. When you find him, he’s angrily pacing through the hallway, running a hand through his hair.

“Theo,” you state angrily. Theo’s head whips to where you stand before shaking his head and choosing to walk away from you and down the hall.

“Theo!” you yell, walking quickly behind him. “What the fuck was that about? Can you wait for a second and talk to me?”

Theo stops, allowing you to catch up to him. You can practically see the steam coming out when he turns to you. “What am I supposed to do?” he asks bitterly. “Just let him flirt with you?”

“What?” you ask, just as bitter. “What are you talking about? Why’d you have to fucking shove, Dylan?”

Dylan. Theodore scoffs, getting madder by the second. He takes a step closer, towering over you. “So I’m just supposed to stand there when some prick is running up on my girlfriend!”

Girlfriend? What the hell was he on about. “Girlfriend?” you question, softer.

“Yes! You’re my girlfriend!” Theodore shouted. He just wasn’t getting it, was he?

“What?” you spluttered. “Since when?”

“What,” Theo got quieter.

“i didn’t know…” you said. “when did we start dating?…o-officially?”

“You didn’t know?” he repeated, incredulous. “I… I thought… I thought you knew?”

“You thought I knew we were dating?” You were getting louder, voice echoing off the walked.

“Yes!” Theo yelled, eyes getting sadder.

“How would I know that, Nott, you never told me!”

Theodore shakes his head, again getting gentle. “Don’t start calling me ‘Nott’ now, angel, you don’t do that.”

“Theo,” you reiterated, taking a breath. “When did we— when did we start ‘dating’.”

Theo looks like a kicked puppy when he says, “Last trip to Hogsmeade. We kissed.”

Looking at the ground, you say, “Just because we kissed doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“To me, it did!”

“You kiss plenty of girls that you’re not dating!” you argue.

Theo scoffs, “They’re not you, now are they?”

“Teddy,” you say, tears quickly forming in your eyes. Looking up at him, he purses his lips, heart breaking in his chest. “Why couldn’t you have just asked me to be your girlfriend?”

“Love, I… I thought you knew, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you swallow, hugging yourself with your own arms, still holding in your tears. “Well, I didn’t.”

It’s silent between you both for a moment, nothing but you staring at the floor and Theo staring at you. Theo takes a small step forward, his hands touching where you hold yourself. “Would you?” he says, “Be my girlfriend, if I asked?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, looking up at him, “if you’d ask, you dick.”

Theo chuckles, dipping his head low and putting his lips against yours. His lips are so soft, despite how he tastes like liquor and cigarettes. He breaks apart from you, hand coming to caress your cheek. “Would you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, I would.”

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vipwinnie · 5 months

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Sleeping after an argument

mattheo riddle x reader

Summary : you decided not to sleep with him after an argument

In the dimness of his room, you sit on the edge of the bed, your heart heavy with frustration. The walls echo with the reverberations of an seemingly endless argument. He stands, a sharp gaze in his eyes, his poisoned words filling the air.

"Why are you always like this?" you ask, trying to contain your own anger. "Your attitude is toxic, Mattheo. It can't go on like this."

He sneers, an ironic smile distorting his face. "Oh, now it's my fault? You're always the victim, aren't you?"

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the flames of anger rising within you. "It's not about being a victim. It's about mutual respect. You can't keep acting this way."

Mattheo approaches, his presence oppressive. "Mutual respect? Funny coming from you. You just criticize me, judge me."

"Because you act disrespectfully! You constantly attack me, and I can't take it anymore."

He shrugs, disdainful. "If you can't take it, leave. No one is forcing you to stay."

The tension reaches its peak. You stand up, facing Mattheo with determination. "Maybe that's what I should do."

The words hang in the air, heavy with consequences. The room is filled with the silence that follows an argument, and you wonder if this confrontation marks the end of something, or perhaps the beginning of a new dynamic.

Frustrated by the atmosphere, Mattheo abruptly stands up and heads to the bathroom, using the excuse of needing to prepare in there to escape the confrontation. You remain in the room, Mattheo's dark look still echoing in the air. The decision not to spend the night in this toxic atmosphere takes hold in you, and you head to the bathroom as well.

Reflecting in the bathroom, you decide to leave the unresolved argument behind and choose not to sleep that night. The idea of returning to your shared room with Pansy becomes a tempting refuge. Exiting the bathroom, you silently slip through the hallway, deliberately avoiding Mattheo's room.

Meanwhile, Mattheo, after anxiously waiting in the bathroom for some time, starts to worry about your absence. Concerned, he knocks on the door, softly calling, "My love, are you okay?" Faced with your silence, he eventually opens the door, discovering that you're no longer there. Regret fills him as he realizes the impact of his behavior.

Determined to find you, Mattheo heads towards the girls' dormitory, disregarding any rules of decency. His only thought is to bring you back to him, suddenly realizing how crucial your presence is to him.

Upon opening the door to your room, he notices Pansy's absence, but you're there, asleep in your bed, hugging a pillow that was supposed to replace him for the night. Mattheo gently removes the pillow from your arms, slipping into its place. He embraces you tenderly, whispering an "I love you" in your ear, realizing the foolishness of the argument. He holds you tightly, hoping that you'll find it in yourself to forgive him despite the hurtful words he uttered.

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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A good mum

Sirius Black and fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Y/n and Sirius never planned on being parents, but after the events of Halloween they are left to raise Harry

Warnings: talks of pregnancy and birth, cannon character death, grief, insecurities, hurt/comfort, all things baby related (diapers etc), big angst in places but lots of fluff, mentions of nudity, eating, food and sex

A/n: 6.6k words, I really like this, a lot of the things are based off of my own experiences with my baby cousins and me being completely incompetent living on my own, thank you for the request, enjoy x

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You had never fancied yourself a mother, even from a young age you just knew you never wanted kids. People around you always gave the ‘you’ll change your mind later’ but the years went by and, if anything, you became more adamant about it.

There were two main reasons, the first was you were positive you wouldn’t make a good mum, you couldn’t hardly take care of yourself let alone another human being that depended solely on you not to mention you were a bit of a risk taker and definitely lacked the responsibly needed. Second, the idea of actually giving birth and pregnancy along with all the associated pain terrified you and after seeing your godson come out of your best friend that was solidified. Birth wasn’t a beautiful thing; sure, once little Harry was all cleaned up he was cute as a button it was but merlin was it gross and accidently picking up Lily’s mucus plug was probably the worst part.

Due to this, most of your relationships never lasted too long as they would start talking about the future, having kids. Sure, you were young at the time but with the war life moved faster than normal, people were getting married and starting families young since no one was sure they would survive.

After graduation you moved in with your best friend, Sirius, since James and Lily decided to get a house and he was now in need of a roommate and you a place to stay. You and he had always had a connection, you were terribly similar, so much so it was the reason neither of you ever made a move. That was until the close proximity finally pushed you both over that fine line you were teetering on

“Siri I’m back!” you call out, hauling in the heavy shopping bags “Siri!” your shout is a little strained

You get no response so you struggle with the bags and close the door on your own, that was until you catch one on the corner of the table and everything spills out. You were only thankful you didn’t buy eggs as it all hit the floor the cans causing a considerable large thump

“Fuck” you yelp as one of them hits your foot, squatting down and letting your butt fall to the floor as you clutch your foot

You look up to hear the banging of a door and what sounds like a skid followed by Sirius coming around the corner panicking

“Holy shit, are you okay darling?” he asks kneeling down in front of you, checking you’re alright but your more focused on his current attire

No wonder he didn’t hear you he had been in the shower, hair damp with droplets falling from his perfect curls, glistening chest covered in the tattoos you had always adored and a pretty pink towel wrapped around him, one which used to be white but thanks to a pair of Sirius’ boxers had been since dyed

“Y/n?” he peers at you confused before following your eyes, beginning to smirk “Darling” he says in a lower tone

You finally look up “Yeah?” you ask a little flustered but not embarrassed, you had admired him many a time before as had he with you

“I asked if you were alright”

“Oh” you look around seeing the groceries, the pain in your foot returning “Yeah the bag broke and I think a tin or something hit my foot” your hands try to smooth the injury through your shoe

“Here” Sirius moves your hands away, slipping off of your shoe and sock, warm hands massaging over the area as he shifts closer, pulling your foot over his towel clad lap “Better” he looks up to see you smiling at him

“Much, thanks Siri” you scoot with your butt closer to him, wrapping your arms around him

He looks a little surprised but accepts it “What’s this for? If anything, it’s my fault for sleeping in and letting you go shopping yourself” he says kissing the top of your head

You hug him a little tighter before you let go looking up at him “Siri” you give him a look before shaking your head “Nothing” you wave it off going to get up but he stops you

Sirius eyes meet yours and almost like he can read your mind he leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss. It’s sweet like he’s testing the waters, and when you don’t pull away he deeps it, pulling you closer to him as his lips begin to move in sync with your own

He rubs his nose with yours as he pulls away “That what you wanted to ask?” he says a little breathless

You smile, you and he were always on the same wavelength which is why he would still love you for this “Nope I was actually going to say that you really do smell like a wet dog now” you test with a teasing grin

He lets out a laugh “Oh really…I’ll show you a wet dog” he smirks wickedly at you

“I hope that’s a very strange euphemism…” then it hits you “Oh no” you scramble up as Sirius shifts, chasing you around the flat as a dog

Eventually you fall over onto the couch turning onto your back as he jumps on top of you licking your face making you laugh

You hold up your hands “I yield, I yield please it tickles” you giggle but it slows as you feel added weight on top of you

Looking up you see Sirius back to his usual self, grinning down a you “Hello” he says in the flirtest tone he’d ever given you

“Hi” your hands move to grip the towel but there was none instead you griped his bare hips

Both of you look down to see Sirius wasn’t concentrating enough to shift back with the towel. His eyes flick to see your reaction, checking you aren’t uncomfortable, smiling to himself at your raised eyebrow, the way your lips are pressed together in an admiring smile

“Like the view darling?” he says confident, leaning in to kiss your forehead

You finally tear your eyes away “You better buy us another a new towel pretty sure that was the last one” you say causally

He pokes his cheek “As long as you dye them pink again, it suits me” he smiles at you

You nod eyes shamelessly flicking down “Deal and pink definitely suits you pretty boy…” you peck his lips “…my pretty boy?” you ask with slight inflection

His smile grows “Hell yeah…and you’re my darling?” he asks in a similar tone to you

“Hell yeah” you copy his enthusiasm and he chuckles “Oh and Siri…” you pull him closer to you

“Yes?” he licks his lips, letting his nose brushing over yours

“Killer view”

Everyone had already seen it coming a mile away and if the two of you were honest you both knew you were headed down this road already. Your dynamic didn’t change much, the two of you were touchier and kissed at every opportunity but you remained best friends, joked around and never bothered to confirm or add labels to anything because the two of you just knew. You and he never spoke about the future, you were still nervous about how he might react when you told him and little did you know he had the same worries.

Sirius never wanted to be a father, he was terrified he would impart his damage onto the child and he knew himself he was far too reckless to be intrusted with one. He bounced around from person to person back at Hogwarts, his relationships barely making it to one month, which is one of the reasons he made yours and his so special. There was this small looming feeling in his gut, he knew he wanted to marry you, spend his life with you and only you, but he didn’t want kids and he was scared when you found out that fact you would leave

“We have a little announcement” James clinks his glass standing up, smiling like a mad man

You and Sirius just smile, his hand squeezing your upper thigh as you turn to listen, Remus, Marlene and Dorca sitting opposite you with Peter on Sirius’ other side. James walks around to Lily’ side, hand going around her waist and then his hand and her touched her…stomach

Your heart fluttered, you knew she had been wanting a baby and been getting worried since it had been almost a year since their wedding, so you were overjoyed for her.

“We’re pregnant” Lily’s says happily, both her and James’ smiles so wide

Marlene and Dorca practically jump up and tackle Lily as gently as they could while Remus stands to go give James a huge hug, followed quickly by you, Sirius and Peter. Soon everyone had given their congratulations as well as many, many hugs and now you were all digging into dinner

“Can’t believe one of us is going to have a little baby” Dorca says super excited, so much so Marlene giggles as she rubs her girlfriends back making sure she doesn’t combust

“I’m so happy for you guys, you’re going to make great parents” Remus says holding up his glass

You and Sirius raise yours and smile but there’s an uneasiness, Sirius’ hand returns to your thigh and yours cups his, both seeking comfort you didn’t know the other needed too

“Thanks guys, my Lilypad going to be the best mum in the world” James smiles fondly at Lily down the table before turning to you and Sirius “What about you two? Should we expect a mini pads or y/n” he wiggles his eyebrows

Your smiles falter but luckily Remus’ joke lightens the mood so you don’t have to answer “Wouldn’t be surprised they’re like bunnies”

“I would have though Sirius would be more…doggy” Marlene teases eying Sirius while the rest laugh

Sirius keeps composed and laughs “Well since you asked we like variety in our lives and sometimes y/n likes to…” your hands claps over Sirius but everyone knows what he meant, Remus, Dorcas and Marlene giving you amused looks, James and Lily just giggle while Peter looks confused before going through the 5 stages of grief when he realises

Both you and Sirius hold each other that little bit tighter the rest of the night, something that both comforts and terrifies you both. As it leaves the two of you wondering if it’s because the other wants to have kids.

When you return to your flat you and he are quiet, which was abnormal. Sirius looked over at you whilst you were getting changed, watching as you fiddled with the top of your shirt unable to quite get the small clasp

“Let me” he says quietly, moving over and easily undoing the fastener

He motions silently for you to lift your arms pulling the shirt over your head before moving around to hook your bra, leaving you to start work on your trousers while he gets changed. As he finishes he sees you in thought as you pull a baggy shirt over your head

“You alright?” he asks softly

You don’t look at him, just move to sit on the edge of the bed

He joins you “What’s wrong?” he cups your hand with his, feeling a little worried, was this it? Were you going to ask him to try, would you leave when he told you no?

Your fingers trail over his hand for a few seconds like your trying to find the words and he waits patiently even if his mind is a run with thoughts

“Siri…I don’t want to have kids” you admit quietly, like it wasn’t the first time you had told someone and you were afraid he would act the way they did

Sirius takes a moment to process before wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you towards him and kissing your temple, relief washing over him, always the same wavelength

“You aren’t…disappointed right?” you face him, melting under his warm eyes

He shakes his head, hand cupping your cheek “No of course not” he assures, kissing your forehead “I…”

“No” you cut him off, confusing him “Please don’t say I can wait until you’re ready because…I don’t want kids. Ever. I’m happy being Harrys godmother, I’m happy to babysit but I…I…wouldn’t make a good mum and I don’t want to be one” you can’t look at him as you speak scared this will be the end

He tilts your head to look at him, heart aching at your glassy eyes “Darling that’s okay. I was going to say that’s good because I don’t want to be a dad either” he confesses

Your shoulders relax “Really?” you ask and when he nods you climb over his lap and hug him

He hugs you back right away “You’d still marry me though?” he asks half serious

You break away, cupping his cheeks “When you ask me I’ll say yes”

You did end up getting married the following year, a few months after Harry was born. Everything was good for a while, until just after Harrys first birthday and everything began to fall apart. Marlene died first, you and Dorca where the ones to find her. Dorcas screams were something you would never forget, nor would you ever forgive yourself for not stopping her before she apparated, as she died less than a week later seeking vengeance on the one that killed the love of her life…little did you know that person was closer than you thought.

Remus went into isolation, Frank and Alice continued to fight but were wary for their son’s safety and the Prewett brothers were killed, then James, Lily and Harry needed to go into hiding. Dumbledore asked them to appoint a secret keeper, or keepers, he offered but of course James and lily wanted you and Sirius first. However, after much thought you decided it was too obvious so you asked Peter

Less than one week later, the spell concealing them was broken and your friends were murdered

The night of their death you and Sirius rushed to Peters hideout, under the impression Voldemort had got to him first but you were met with an empty hideout, no signs of struggle and evidence in the form of letters that your close friend, a brother to you both was a traitor. Sirius spent the next 30 minutes smashing everything in the room while you just sat and watched, heart shattered into pieces

“We need to find him, he needs to pay” Sirius says after a while, exasperated and beyond angry

You stare at him for a minute, he was right peter deserved to suffer but not at your hands, you had to be smart about this “We can’t”

“We can’t? Y/n he killed our friends!”

“He’s been a mole for months, possibility years, you don’t think he’s thought this through?” you stand up pointing to the letters “No one but us know he’s a mole Sirius, if we go on a blind revenge trip, we will slip up and he can easily frame us or we’ll get ourselves killed. How does that help Harry, or Moony or Alice and Frank if we go to Azkaban?”

“He killed Marlene y/n you read the letter she was his initiation…no wonder there was no forced entry she let him in the house!” he exclaims and you grimace

“Sirius I fucking know that, I saw her body, she didn’t even have her wand in her hand. Trust me I want him dead but we need to go to Dumbledore and explain, show him the letters, let what’s left of the order search for him. We’ve lost what feels like everyone Sirius, but if we go down that road be will actually lose everything”

After some more convincing Sirius reluctantly came home with you, he was still angry but after a few hours of forced sleep he realised you were right and was beyond grateful. In the light of day, it was announced Voldemort had been defeated by none other than your godson, some death eaters didn’t stop though Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr and the Lastrange brothers kidnapped Frank and Alice. Luckily you, Sirius and Mary managed to get there and save them since the hideout was detailed in on of Peters letters, the couple were beaten up, tortured but they would be okay in the long run.

Dumbledore came to you and Sirius after having Harry in his care for the last 24 hours, with Peter officially on their most wanted list, you and he were granted custody if you wanted it, if not he would give the boy to Lily’s sister. You had met the women once when you had helped Lily move her childhood stuff to her new house, she was cold and hated wizards with a passion that rivalled Snape’s for James, therefore, despite your fears and you both agreed, it’s what they would have wanted.

There was a learning curve to being a mum and dad neither you are Sirius knew about, in fact you both just sat staring at Harry as he played on the opposite couch

“This seems rather simple right?” Sirius asks looking a bit nervous

You bob your head “He seems to be enjoying himself” despite your agreement you felt sick, what if you were a bad mother, there was no way you could live up to Lily and it felt wrong to even call yourself the ‘m’ word when that belonged to your late friend

“Should we feed him soon? There’s a bunch of those little jars they used to feed him with” Sirius says and your hearts ache, neither of you had said their names, knowing that saying them out loud would be admitting they were truly gone and you were ready for that

“Good idea…” you trail off seeing Harry scrunching up his face like he was concentrating…oh he was pooping, wasn’t he? “Oh merlin” you say to yourself

“I’ll get the food ready shall I?” Sirius escapes before you can stop him

“Siri” you plead but he offered no response

Sighing you stand and walk over to Harry who does have the most adorable pout on his face “Hi kid” you greet “Shit yourself?” you joke before your eyes widen “Don’t say shit” you point at him to which he just looks at you strangely

You let out a nervous chuckle awkwardly lifting him into your arms and making the mistake of holding him by the butt, feeling the squish

“Aww fuck…don’t say fuck either” you warn him earning again another weird look

Carrying him through to his bedroom, well your guest room which had a half-built crib you gave up on erecting, a changing table and some cans of yellow paint, you place him down on the table

You began to change his diaper, well attempt with the best can do attitude

“Oh good heavens Harry” you half gagged at the smell, looking down at the nappy “What in merlin did you eat?” you ask him like he could answer you

You didn’t really know how to talk to kids, you weren’t the baby talk kind of person, you talked to him normally, it was weird but later you would learn that Harry loved that about you

“Right so we will take this” you take off the diaper holding it far away from your face as you fold it up and put it in the little bin “Okay now to clean you up” you pull out some baby wipes and clean him up “See fresh as a daisy” you smile “Well…until the next time anyway” you add and he tilts his head at you

You hadn’t noticed Sirius was now leaning on the doorframe watching you with a curious smile

“Okay now” you stare at the new diaper “Do you know if it has a specific way around?” you ask him leaving some space for him to answer which is filled by a little babble “Your right I should check the box” you take it reading it for instructions placing it on the table as you try to follow them

Sirius tilts his head as he hears you swear to yourself, asking Harry if he would be willing to be dangled over the toilet so you didn’t have to do this again. He had never imagined either of you as parents, you as a mother but watching you it light something in him he didn’t know was there. He was nervous sure, his insecurities weren’t going away any time soon but he knew it was going to be alright, you would get there together

“Done…I think” you say picking up and shaking him up and down softly “Look at that” you smile proudly as you look over and finally spot Sirius

He has a look in his eyes you can’t quite read but you like it that was until he started chuckling

“What?” you pout at him

He nods to Harry and you look sighing as the diaper as slipped off “Oh for Godric’s sake” you say before eyeing Harry “Siri why does he look confused? He…” you begin but are cut off as he starts peeing and you just nod as it covers your front, accepting it while Sirius is fully in laughter

Eventually you did learn and become an expert at changing diapers, Sirius was better at it though and offered most times to change harry when He cried during the night. You both were exhausted but got into a routine, they two of you were stay at home parents thanks to Sirius’ uncle’s money you wanted for nothing…well actually wanted sleep maybe a long lie in past four in the morning

One day Sirius had taken Harry out to visit Remus, leaving you in the house yourself. You would have gone but after some dire cramps in the morning Sirius insisted you stay and rest, of course the silence was nice for all of one hour before the novelty ran off

“Has that window always been brown…I could have sworn it was white” you say to yourself as you sat on the couch with your little water bottle, some muggle show about antiques playing in the background “Maybe we should paint it white” you muse

After spending around 30 minutes deciding whether or not to actually do it you figure that’s probably not the best job to start yourself and instead go get started on dinner. You took out one of the little recipes from Lily’s old book, your fingers tracing over the writing before you placed it down and got out what was needed for her soup.

“Seems about right?” you mutter to yourself as you measure the last of the ingredients before giving the stock a good stir

Cutting up the veggies you put them in a little bowl until the base had boiled, dancing around the kitchen to the radio as you went but it wasn’t the same as it was before. The house still felt quiet, you missed them, both of them. In the last few months you grew used to Harrys presence but you didn’t feel connected with him, not like Sirius did anyway. He could make Harry laugh, rock him to sleep, do everything a dad should be able to do yet you felt like you were holding an alien sometimes. He wouldn’t laugh just watch you…to be honest you wouldn’t be surprised if he thought you were the alien

Sirius had Harry on his hip as he came in the door “You get any bigger Harry I’m going to need to visit the gym” he says to himself as he puts the chain on

Walking deeper into the flat he was going to call out when he heard you singing along to dancing queen on the radio

“Young and sweet only seventeen”

He smiled turning to Harry “She’s still as pretty as she was at seventeen, more so actually” he tells Harry who tilts his head and smiles

Sirius walks to the door of the kitchen to watch you dancing about

“Watch that scene”

“Gladly darlin” he says to himself eliciting the smallest of giggles from Harry who also watches you intently

“You're a teaser, you turn 'em on”

You sing as you pick up the bowl of veggies and begin pouring them in

“Leave 'em burning … oh fuck don’t burn me merlin” your whole-body jerks back as you continue to drop them in, cowering behind the bowl to avoid the boiling liquid splashing

Sirius bites his lip “That’s my dancing queen” he lets out a chuckles

Harrys birthday rolled around soon enough and you, Sirius and Remus took him on a trip down diagon alley, which was easier said than done as he had become rather adapt at walking and mini sprints away

“Would it be inappropriate to get him a lead?” Sirius asks as he watches you run after him this time

Remus lets out a huff of a chuckle “Ironic considering James suggested that to you once” he says with an amused smile seeing you have caught up and are carrying him

Sirius lets out a small laugh but his heart aches at the mention os his name. It warmed and destoryed him that Harry was the spitting image and those big green eyes reminded him so much of one of the best women he’d ever had the pleasure of knowing

“You know…Kid!” you say as the boy scrambles in your grasp trying to hug you like a kola “You know maybe he needs a lead or something…I swear he’s like a little rocket” you shake your head, voice shaky as you let Harry wrap his arms around your front like he was a backpack

Sirius smiles at you while Remus shakes his head

“I swear you two are turning into each other” Remus notes

You give your husband a funny look while he just winks at you “So where do you want to go first?”

“There’s a gallery down the way, with an ice cream shop across from it so i was thinking...”

Harrys head lifts from the crook of your neck “Ice-cream, ice-cream, ice-cream!” he exclaims giddily cutting you off

He didn’t have the biggest vocabulary but he could say some words perfectly and those included ice-cream, Siri, y/n, Remmy, doggie and chocolate, yes Remus was certainly to blame for the last one but the extra treats did give harry the cutest chubby cheeks so you forgave him

“Looks like he’s made up his mind” Sirius chuckles, giving Harrys hair a little ruffle and a kiss to the cheek while your give him a little pout “What?”

You turn up your nose “Nothing I just see how it is” you try to keep a straight face but he can see the tiny smile

“Oh darling do you want some sugar?” he says coyly in a tone that Harry finds funny

Remus rolls his eyes, taking Harry from your grasp but you are too distracted with Sirius to see his saddened pout and attempt at grabby hands

“I’m going to head to get us some sweets” Remus announces walking away with Harry who cuddles into Remus but leans his head on his shoulder and watches you and Sirius forlornly

Sirius places his hands on your hips “Sorry darling” he apologises

You keep up the charade “That’s not going to cut it” you cross your arms yet you can feel yourself melting into his touch and oh does he know it

He kisses your cheek and you give him a little dissatisfied hum in response, he then kisses your other cheek and you repeat the noise but need to press your lips together to prevent the smile trying to take over your face. He kisses your nose and then rubs his with yours cauing the smile to slip out but you recover

“Nope” you pop the ‘p’

He chuckles pecking your lips before it comes to him “I have something” he poses

“What?” you eye him

He leans in to whisper in your ear, breath trailing down your neck “Dishes for a week” he proposes

You finally let yourself smile “You got yourself a deal” you look at him triumphantly before kissing his cheek and walking off after Remus

Sirius stands there for a moment then jogs to catch up with you “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” he says taking your hand in his

You smirk at him “Oh yeah” you nod, pleased with yourself “Also” you stop just before entering the shop “Remus is staying this weekend and the Longbottom’s are coming for a playdate…” you push open the door looking back “and will be staying for dinner too” you throw him a wink as you enter

Sirius looks at you in faux annoyance but he couldn’t stay annoyed for long as he enters the shop, seeing Harry waddle over and show you with a cone that’s basically the size of him.

He felt so happy at the scene but he felt guilty at times like this. He loved the chaotic little family you and he had been given but it was bittersweet knowing it should have been Lily and James. He didn’t know being a father figure would be so rewarding, nor did he think you and he would do as good a job…well he didn’t think he would do a good job because he could see how Harry lit up around you, the way Harry gravitated towards you more, something he was more than happy with as he could see sometimes you still had fears

You dropped your keys into the little dish as you entered the apartment, hearing Harrys distant giggles. You smiled to yourself closing your eyes briefly as your heart warmed at the sound. Walking deeper into the flat you entered the living room expecting your husband to be watching cartoons or something but instead you were greeted with your husband in his Padfoot form with Harry clutching onto the fur of his back as they trotted around the room

You didn’t know whether to be angry or laugh, you would be a liar if you and Sirius hadn’t joked about doing that to Lily and James but now you were in the parent seat and suddenly you could see the corners of the tables and every little thing that could go wrong…was this mum mode?

You could tell by Sirius’ grey eyes peering at you he had been caught, clearly not expecting you back so soon as he stops in his tracks

“Y-Y/n!! Look at me” Harry says cutely as he spots you, looking happier than the sun

Your heart is a puddle on the floor around you though “I see you” you say with a smile you can’t peel off your face but your tone is a little wary

“M-” Harry starts trying to wave but ends up falling off of Sirius, it’s a small fall but to you it was like he fell off a building

“Kid!” you stumble over, knees hitting the floor as you look at him in panic

The boy looks up at you just as you feel Sirius shift bac, both of you wincing as you wait for the tears but instead your met with little claps and giggling

“Again, again!” Harry says happily

You and Sirius sigh in relief “See he’s fine” Sirius ways a little out of puff

Nudging him with your elbow you scold him “Fine this time but what were you thinking”

You turn back to Harry scooping the boy into your arms and holding him to your chest, something the boy doesn’t protest in the slightest while Sirius just looks at you a little nervous at your tone but his heart fluttering at how mum-sey you are being

“He is 3 Siri, what if he hit his perfect little head, or what if he hurt your back and you couldn’t shift…he’s too young for this kind of thing” you say firmly with a pout as you cuddle Harry hand going to the back of his head

Sirius licks his lips and let takes a deep breath “Sorry darling” he caresses your cheek with his thumb, wiping it over the skin gently “He was upset we saw a dog in the park and didn’t have one, I just wanted to cheer him up” he explains but even though your face softens you give him a look “It won’t happen again” that you’ll know of

“It better not eh Kid” you pull Harry back to look at him “Because there will be no Siri and Y/n alone time for a month if it does” you smile scrunching up your nose at the boy making him smile and nod

Sirius gives you a tight-lipped smile “Rather harsh” he mopes lightly

You give harry a cheeky look before sticking your tongue out at Sirius, not seeing Harry copying your movements

People noticed you and Sirius never used the words mummy or daddy in front of Harry, which meant the boy never used them because he simply never heard them used to describe you both. Even 3 years after their death you never used the terms, parents? Sure. Guardians? Definitely. But mum and dad? Never

“Sirius” Remus asks as he digs into his lunch, watching you eating with Harry on the couch as he watches some cartoons, although according to Sirius you enjoyed them more than the boy did

“Yeah” Sirius replies swiping his lip with his thumb then sucking off the sauce

“Why do you not use mum and dad to Harry” he says turning his gaze to his friend “I’ve been wondering for years”

Sirius’ eyes flick between a blissful you and Harry to Remus, finally settling on the latter “To start it felt wrong considering the circumstances, but now?…I want to call her it...” he confesses “...just not sure if she’s ready for it”

Remus nods but there’s a surprise in his face “She’s an amazing mother” he compliments

Sirius smiles “She is” he agrees wholeheartily before speaking lower “Remus we never told you this…I never told you this”

“What?” Remus tilts his head

He takes a breath “You remember how you all used to joke about a mini pads or y/n” Remus nods “Well we never wanted that, we never wanted children”

Remus’ eyes widen a little “I get that” he says truly “Get that more than most but…you seem happy raising him now, you both do” his eyes flick to you as he says the last part

Sirius places his hand over Remus’ giving it a squeeze before retracting it again “I am, I like...I like being a dad” Remus smiles “And I think she likes being a mum, I just…I think she’s still scared she isn’t doing a good job”

“Seriously?”

“Siriusly” they chuckle lightly before Sirius looks at you sadly “I found her crying a few nights ago while Harry slept”

“A few nights ago was…”

“Red’s birthday” his eyes go glassy with forming tears “She was apologising to him, wishing she could be the mother he deserved, scared that she’s doing it all wrong”

Remus’ eyebrows knit together, heart aching as he watches you put Harrys plate down and let him sit on your lap as you continue watching

“She hides it well” Sirius says drawing the man’s eyes back to him “I really hope she sees what we see one day”

That day didn’t come for another year and over that year leading up to it your little family only got closer. You took Harry on plently of days out, both wizard and muggle activities just like James and Lily would have wanted, he was allowed to play with Sirius as Padfoot, even walking him along with you in the park, something you teased Sirius about rotten.

Something you didn’t know was that Sirius had slipped saying the ‘m’ word when describing you to Harry on occasion, the first time he didn’t mean it but over time he grew to adore that word for you and hoped you would too

“You okay?” you ask coming up behind Sirius on the bed, arms slithering under his arms as you plant a kiss to his bare shoulder

He hums as you begin to put his hair in a braid for bed “Harrys down but it’s the thunder, I can already hear it…times like this I hate Padfoot” he shuffles uneasily as he hears another rumble

You lift the completed braid and kiss below his ear “Don’t worry I’ll happily be big spoon tonight for my brave…” you kiss him again further down his neck “…little…” you kiss his jaw as he turns his head “…puppy” you peck his lips

He smiles at you “Merlin I love you” he twists his body around to hug you properly

“Love you too pup”

You and Sirius settle into bed, his head on your chest, arms wrapped around you with his legs entangled with your own while your arms hold him protectively, soothing his hair with your fingers as he shivers with each grumble.

You both were about to fall asleep when you heard the door creak open, your head turned and Sirius shifted his around still on your chest but he could now see the door. Your hearts aching as you see a sniffling Harry clutching his little deer teddy to his chest

“What’s wrong kid you have a nightmare” you ask softly, you hated seeing him upset it broke your own heart

He shakes his head “The noises…are…are scary” he pouts wiping his nose with his shirt “Can I sleep with you” he asks and how could neither of you could ever say no too

“Of course” you tell him gesturing for him to join while Sirius shifts off of you and opens up the covers

He practically jumps into the bed looking happier than before, kneeling beside you with Sirius on the other side and you shift so he can snuggle into your husband

“Who do you want to cuddle with?” Sirius asks with a knowing smile

Harry doesn’t answer just falls into you, clutching your pyjama shirt with one hand and his teddy with the other, while you freeze looking at Sirius who just kisses your cheek like he expected it. Your eyes returned to the boy and you smile as you wrap one arm around him, heart-warming as he nuzzles into you.

“Come here pup” you say quietly to Sirius and let him cuddle into your other side, giving both of their head’s kisses, your boys

“Night Siri, night kid”

“Night darlin” Sirius leans up and gives you a quick peck “Night Harry” he brushes the boys hair gently making him smile

“Night” Harry says to Sirius before propping his head up to look at you “Night mummy” he says with the cutest tone then cuddles into you, quickly falling asleep

Your mouth was agape, tears forming as you looked at Sirius ‘did he?’ you mouth

Sirius nods shifting upwards in the bed to whisper in your ear “You’re a good mum y/n” he kisses your cheek “And it’s okay for us to be his mum and dad” he affirms

You let a small tear fall as you hug Harry tightly “But…”

He wipes the tear “It’s okay, I like…I love being his dad, and I know James and Lily would be happy knowing that” he says softly, finally saying their names and it feels like a weight is lifted, a weight that had been holding you both down since that awful night

You look at Harry then your husband “I love being his mum too” you confess, a smile breaking across your face as you say it, eyes closing

“You want to use the names from now on?” he asks quietly, Harrys light snores in the background

“I’d like that” you nod

Thank you for reading 💛

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HESITATING // t. nott

RATING: R / 3.9K WORDS

Theodore Nott x Fem Reader Insert

+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this* After a trip to Hogsmeade, you realize that Theo seems to get an awful lot of attention from girls. To avoid getting hurt, you start to distance yourself from him to rid yourself of your crush. But Theo is not having it. (Smut)

+ WARNINGS - SMUT! No protection - piv, praise kink, slight body worship, biting (one time), fem reader, language, one time skip, dom!Theo (lmk if I missed any)

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

more than friends - Isabel LaRosa

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Your eyes found the clock on your bedside table. You were supposed to meet Theo in the Great Hall in ten minutes, yet you stood completely still in your dorm, switching back and forth between two outfits. It was a Saturday, and you didn’t have the usual crutch of your school uniform, hence the inability to decide.

As the year progressed, the temperature dropped outside as well as within the castle. When chills were scattered across your arms in class, your teeth were almost clacking together. At the thought, a small shiver went through you.

You decided on a heavier sweater and jeans, noting that if you were cold in the warmth of your dorm, you’d likely be cold in the stone Great Hall.

You slipped the outfit on, selecting a thick pair of socks and a ratty pair of shoes you’d had since fourth year. It wasn’t the most stunning style, but it was efficient and comfortable. Five minutes to go.

You slipped your wand into your back pocket and headed toward the hallway, slipping the dorm door closed behind you. Theo was likely already there with his group of friends, ones you liked to call friends, as well. The sons of big names around Hogwarts and the wizarding world, in general, though they were just boys to you.

As you arrived at the grand doors of the Great Hall, the boys in question caught your eye and shot excited waves at you. While some of them had a bit more pride than others, they always seemed happy to see you. A smile broke across your face as you walked over to the Slytherin table, claiming the space between Theo and Mattheo.

“Hello there, darling,” Theo purred in your ear when the group went back to their conversation. A twinge of heat flared in your chest. You hid a smile.

“Miss me?” You asked, voice low. He smiled.

“Of course I did.” He threw a playful arm over your shoulder. Though it seemed to be a friendly gesture, it felt like a claim to you. A claim by him placed onto you, alerting all who you belonged to. It made you embarrassingly happy.

“Any plans today, boys?” You asked. The group turned to you.

“Actually, we were thinking of heading down to Hogsmeade for the day,” Mattheo said. “We were going to ask if you wanted to go with us?”

“I’d love to, as long as I’m not forcing myself on the group,” you said, only half-joking.

“Of course not,” said Enzo, a sweet smile on his face. “We love hanging out with you.”

“Yeah?” You teased. Mattheo rolled his eyes.

“You know we like you,” he joked, running a mean hand over your head, tousling your hair. You exclaimed and pushed his hand away, laughing along with the dark boy.

“We definitely do,” Theo laughed, pulling you tighter against him for a moment.

“Well, alright,” You laughed. “Heading there now?”

“Yes!” Enzo clapped his hands together and stood, already headed toward the door. The rest of you laughed and made to follow him.

“What about jackets? It’s cold out there!” You exclaimed, rubbing your hands over your arms.

“Ah, I’ve prepared for that,” Theo said, picking up two jackets that had been placed beside where he’d once sat. You hadn’t noticed them originally.

He selected the smaller brown one and slipped it over your shoulder while he pushed his arms through the black one.

“Theo!” You exclaimed, running your hands over the nice corduroy material. “Where on earth did you get this? Whose is this?”

“Yours, of course,” he laughed as the four of you exited the castle and headed down the cobblestone path to Hogsmeade.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Call it an early Christmas gift,” he said, smiling smugly.

“You can’t be serious!”

“Of course I am,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I saw it in one of the shops last weekend and thought of you.”

If you weren’t the wiser, you’d have thought your heart had melted and poured down through your rib cage. A blush filled your cheeks and your stomach at the thought of Theo thinking of you and then buying something.

“Thank you, Theo,” you sighed. He laughed and shrugged it off as if he hadn’t just made your whole week, if not your whole decade.

The whole way down to Hogsmeade, your heart refused to let go of your brain. The pink filter that had been placed before your eyes glowed brightly. This little crush of yours seemed to have elevated a bit, but you’d never admit that, of course.

The group stopped before the Three Broomsticks, eager to slip into the cozy building’s warmth and order several rounds of Butterbeer.

The four of you pushed through the door and selected a round booth near one of the back windows. Enzo and Mattheo headed to the front counter to order for the group.

“Have you got any plans for the rest of the day?” Theo asked, naturally sliding his arm around the back of the booth behind you.

“Well, if you’ll have me, I’d love to stick with the three of you,” you suggested.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he smiled, playfully tugging on a piece of your hair. He was hoping you’d say that?

“Here we are!” Enzo cheered, placing two pints of Butterbeer on the table before the two of you. Mattheo was close behind him, carrying two for the both of them. They slid into the booth beside Theo, with you and Mattheo on the ends and Theo and Enzo between you. It felt comfortable.

Between each of your smiles, all with different personalities, you’d found a very safe space to stay. Every moment with these people made up a memory you knew you’d remember until you could no longer. Nothing could have ruined this evening.

“Oh, my God!” A loud voice said, drawing the syllables out. The four of you turned to look at the unfamiliar face standing before your table. “Teddy? Is that you?”

“Teddy?” You asked, wrinkling your nose at the nickname.

“Holy shit. Laverna!” Theo laughed. “How long has it been?”

“A while! I’ve just been visiting recently and thought I’d stop by Hogsmeade after not having seen it for so long.”

The girl standing before your table was incredibly gorgeous, with flowing platinum hair that reached the bottom of her spine and shocking blue eyes. Her skin appeared flawless and luminescent beneath the comforting lights within the restaurant. A fire of jealousy broiled in your chest.

“Guys, this is Laverna,” Theo introduced her. “We were pretty close before her family moved to France, and she transferred to Beauxbatons.”

“That’s me!” she giggled. It sounded like she even had a hint of a French accent. You struggled not to roll your eyes.

“I was just going to get a drink. Do you want to catch up a bit?” she asked.

Theo ushered Mattheo and Enzo out of the booth. A bit confused, they got to their feet and allowed the boy next to them to slide out and give a hug to the beautiful woman. You sipped your Butterbeer.

The other two boys sat back down and glanced up at you in scattered patterns. You ignored their eyes. You were pretty sure they knew about your little crush. Scratch that. They definitely knew.

Over your shoulder, you could hear the two of them laughing and carrying on. You attempted to ignore the burning in your cheeks. Mattheo and Enzo nursed their drinks, fidgeting randomly.

A few moments of randomized chatting passed before Theo finally came back, a poignant smile still painted over his lips. You looked away from him.

“Sorry about that,” he laughed, scooting in next to Mattheo. You tried not to think about the fact that he didn’t sit next to you. You were being dramatic.

“Alright, where to next?” He asked. The four of you discussed what to do with the rest of your day with random store names circling about. The final agreement was to head over to Honeydukes to enjoy some of their Christmas sales, and so Enzo could stock the small jar that sat beneath his bed. He tended to snack throughout the night as he was tending to assignments, refusing sleep.

You gathered together and made your way through the small town, window-shopping here and there. Every time you pouted over Theo’s seemingly obvious interest in the gorgeous girl, you remembered the jacket currently around you. Theo cared about you. Was it the way you wanted him to? You weren’t sure.

Once inside the colorful store, the four of you split and wandered your separate ways, each looking for different sweets. You always headed right toward the chocolate frogs, eager to extend your vast collection of cards. Perhaps it was a bit childish, but who cared? It was a fun hobby.

You stopped before the rack piled high with the blue boxes and stared. You tried to guess which one would have a card you’d never gotten before, conjuring up every ounce of intuition you had.

With another second of thought, you chose the one sitting on the shelf directly in front of your face. You were excited to open it with Theo; he always loved to see you add to your collection.

You turned the box over in your hands, examining the packaging. Out of the corner of your eye, a flash of red caught your attention. You turn to the left and notice Theo laughing aloud, talking with that same girl, Laverna, and another girl. A dark-haired goddess with blushed cheeks and a perfect figure. Fuck’s sake.

The urge to crush the chocolate box in your hand flashed through your mind. You rolled your eyes and headed further into the store, trying to put distance between the two of you.

Mattheo was standing against a wall, browsing a rack of magazines, occasionally picking one to flip through. You stopped before him, leaning up against the same wall.

“Pouting, are you?” He asks, not looking up from the magazine in his hands. You scoff.

“No, I’m not…I’m just…,” you sigh and close your eyes.

“Just in love?” He asked, glancing up at you with a smirk.

“Fuck off,” you groaned. Was it that obvious? Maybe it was. You didn’t know. An exhausted sigh left your lips.

Uproarious laughter sounded from the corner. You recognized one of the laughs as Theo’s. The others belonged to women. That was it.

“Okay, I’m heading back to the castle,” you said, throwing your hands up. “Tell Theo I wasn’t feeling well or something.”

“What? Are you sure?” Mattheo asked, finally dropping the magazine. “We still want you here with us.”

“It’s okay, I’m just tired,” you said. “I think I’ll just head back for a nap until dinner.” And with that, you paid for your candy and headed back to the castle.

xxx

Over the next week, you made an unintentional decision to skip meals with the group. You weren’t trying to avoid them—or maybe you were—but you found yourself wanting to be alone more and more the past few days.

The thought of having to see Theo after Saturday, when he had the attention of half the girls in Hogsmeade, made you want to vomit. Perhaps it was jealousy pushing you away, but it was your anxiety keeping you there. Every time you thought of heading back to eat with the group, you reminded yourself that Theo hadn’t tried to reach out since you’d stopped seeing them. If he wanted to, he would, right?

With your decision to keep away from the boys for a while, you’d taken to eating in your dorm over your lunch break. Nobody else was ever in there, and it was kind of comfortable, to be honest. You would nibble on your meal and read, or draw, or whatever came to mind, and it was nice and quiet.

You set your book on your bed and gathered the little meal you’d prepared for yourself. Pulling the covers back, you settled in and grabbed your novel. This was absolutely lovely after a busy morning.

Just as you’d begun to settle yourself into the routine you’d started the previous week, two shouts of your name shot through the air. Before the disappointment and onset of anxiety came shock. Was that Theo?

Rapid steps grew closer and closer until the dormitory door echoed a gentle knock as if the person behind it had slowed down just as they’d arrived.

“Um…who is it?” You asked awkwardly.

“Baby, it’s Theo,” a breathless voice came from behind the door. “Please open the door. Please. I need to talk to you.”

Baby? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? The shocked mantra rushed through your head as you shakily ripped your comforter away, ignoring your food and book.

You slowly pulled the door open, seeing a nervous Theo. His eyes were shot with blushed red, and his lips were swollen. Had he been crying?

“Theo, what—?”

“Please, can I come in?” he asked. His breath exited his body in short, rough pants. You nodded wide-eyed and moved out of the way. He pushed into the room, walking to the center of the room. His hands pushed through his hair repeatedly.

You pushed the door closed and pushed the lock. When you turned, he did the same, eyes on yours. His eyebrows were furrowed together, desperation painted on his face. His lips were parted, his eyes wanting.

“What is it—?”

“You have to tell me what I’ve done,” he begged. “I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean! Where have you been? You’ve been gone for days; the boys say you’re mad at me, that you might not come back—what the fuck are they talking about?” he demands, his eyes wide.

Your lips parted stupidly. No words came, no matter how hard you searched for them. The only thought that could process within your brain was how you were gonna kill Enzo and Mattheo for saying such stupid things to him. If anything, they were likely trying to get him to come and talk to you—which, it seems, has worked.

“Theo,” you cave, “it’s not that I wasn’t returning or mad at you…I was…” You could barely get the words out. He watched you with intent and pressure. It felt as though you were about to suffocate.

“What? Please tell me. What’s wrong?” He begged, his voice cracking. He moved toward you, his hands raising to touch you, then hesitating and dropping. A line of shimmering tears pool within his eyes, and the pure shock of seeing Theo about to cry had your lips parting again.

“I was…,” you groan, “…jealous.” You practically whispered the last part.

“Wait, what?” He gasped, his eyes widening even further.

“Theo, please don’t make me repeat it,” you sighed, pressing your hands to your face. “I’m embarrassed as is, I was jealous of those girls from last Saturday. I felt like every time I saw you, you were making another girl laugh, and they were all fucking perfect, of course, and I-I like you so much, Theo—”

His hands pressed to either side of your face, his fingers tight and warm. His eyes were widened, his breaths heavy.

“No more,” he breathed, “please, tell me to stop, and I will, but I have to…”

His lips pressed roughly to yours, his breath more like pants. He kissed you like you were air, his lips desperate and biting. The sound he pressed against your mouth was like one of relief. You gasped against him, finally realizing where you truly were and what was happening. Your fingers tightened in his hair, begging him closer to you.

“I n-need you,” he shivered against your lips, breath shuddering. You nodded fervently, barely having time to wrap your arms around his neck as his hands placed themselves around your thighs. He yanked you into the air and placed himself on your bed, settling you over his lap. The way he’d forced you to straddle him pressed his firming core against yours, sending a shock of excitement through your body.

His fingers began to quickly work the buttons of your shirt apart. When the fabric was finally split down the middle, he pressed his mouth to the top of your breasts, mouthing hot kisses against the soft flesh there. You sighed softly, letting your head fall back to allow him all the necessary room.

“Wanted you for so long,” he mumbles against you. Your fingers brush through his curled hair, gently scraping against his scalp every so often. The feeling of his lips against you made your heart race to the point of beating against his tongue.

Much to your dismay, he pulled away and shoved you back. You fell against the foot of the bed, completely helpless as he climbed over you. The domineering air he carried with him spread over your body, rendering it pliant beneath his searing touch.

His fingers gently cradled your hips as he worked his mouth over your stomach, dipping his tongue across every curve and dip, savoring the taste of sweat that slid down your skin. As his lips heated your skin, the shaking breaths he blew through his nose cooled it down and had you reeling. The ceiling above you was all but spinning.

He followed the curve of your body all the way up to your mouth, allowing his tongue to learn every inch of your abdomen. When his lips found yours again, the both of you were panting. The only thing standing between the two of you was your uniforms.

With a burst of confidence thanks to his session of worship, you gently cradled him in your hands, applying slight pressure against his most sensitive area. At the touch, he choked against you, sucking in a rough breath.

“Please,” he moaned. “Let me fuck you. I'll do anything.” He whispered your name. Over and over and over. Begging and begging.

“Anything?” You smirked, watching as his eyes seemed to well up with the same liquid. He nodded quickly.

“I want you to do whatever you want to me,” you whispered. And if it wasn’t like giving someone a million bucks.

“Thank you,” he whispered, a wave of relief washing across his face. The obvious desire written across his face and actions had you feeling wanted and gorgeous. The confidence built by the second.

His fingers quickly found the hem of your skirt and pushed it up over your thighs. At the sight of the thin bottoms you had on, a slow moan pushed itself between his lips. “Fuck,” he whispered.

His thumb came down to slowly swipe down the center of your core through your bottoms. You jolted at the soft action, not prepared for it. A smile spread over his face.

He gently pushed the fabric to the side, reveling in the feeling of the white lace against his fingertips. Once he’d revealed you, an even louder moan escaped from him. Only a moment passed before he pressed two fingers to his lips, coating them with a thick layer of saliva. He pulled them from his lips and began to lather you in himself.

Your lips parted in a breathy whine at the feeling. His fingers were gentle but direct, only brushing the most sensitive spots before slowly filling you up to the hilt of his fingers.

“Fuck, you just opened right up for me,” he groaned. His words sent shocks of lightning through your stomach. His skilled fingers stretched you out perfectly, preparing you for what was to come. The want in his eyes was growing darker and darker, imagining the next few minutes. It was all too much; you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Please, Theo, just fuck me,” you whined, “no more.”

“Yeah, baby? I’m gonna fuck you, don’t worry about that,” he whispered. “‘ve been dreaming about this cunt for months.” He makes quick work of his trousers, roughly ripping the clinking belt from its loops. He separates the button and pushes them down, revealing the dark briefs that framed every muscular curve.

He separated your legs and placed himself neatly between them. His hands reached down to agonizingly trace himself up and down your core. You moaned at the feeling, bucking your hips against his warmth. You attempted to salvage any of his warmth, begging for the feeling of him within you.

When he finally pushed himself into you, there was no resistance. The sounds that left your mouth chorused each other, echoing across the dorm room. He gave only a few seconds for you to adjust before building his pace rapidly. The pure length of him hit everything within you with ease. This time, there were tears welling up in your eyes as he abused every inch of you.

Sweet nothings left his mouth as he pushed roughly into you. His strong hips showed no weakness, and the hands that gripped you branded bruises against your flesh. Every second of this moment would visit you for years to come, promising you’d never find someone like Theo. He was the body made to fit perfectly against yours, with the intent to love and please and hold. And, fuck, if he wasn’t doing exactly that.

As he worked you closer and closer to the end, he reached down and pulled you quickly against his chest. Out of habit, your arms wrapped around his neck. Despite the change in position, he never let up on his speed or brutality. The only thing you could feel was his strong hands bouncing you up and down him. His teeth pressed into your neck, piercing the soft flesh there. And that was what did it for you.

You finished around him hard and heavy, your limbs becoming pathetically weak. As you came down from your high, you could barely keep your hold around him. His arms tightened around you, holding you up as he fucked himself into you, harder and harder, until he was coming, too. The feeling of his release pouring within you and every thrust he performed to push it back within you pulled you out for the final moment.

Stars danced around your head as he finally set you back down against the bed, his touch so gentle in comparison to what he had done prior. The contrast of his touch against you as he pushed the wet hair clinging to your forehead was blinding. You sighed contently as he lay next to you, eyes watching you closely.

“I’m sorry I was so emotional,” he whispered. “I thought I was going to lose you forever…before I’d even had the chance to tell you what kind of feelings I was harboring.”

“What kind of feelings?” you whispered back, turning over to face him.

“That I’m completely in love with you and have been for a long time.” Your heart swelled at the confession. Quiet giggles spilled from your mouths at the realization of what he was saying.

“I’m in love with you too, Theo,” you laughed. “That’s why I was so jealous.”

“Because I’m so sexy?” he teased. You rolled your eyes and placed a playful smack on his arm.

The moments that followed were filled with quiet laughs and sweet kisses. And before either of you had noticed, you’d both drifted off against each other. Afternoon classes were a lost cause, as was the hope of meeting back up with Mattheo and Enzo for dinner, but neither of you minded.

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