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yule ball - harry potter
a/n : we'll imagine harry is 15+, also this is very much book harry rather than awkward movie harry
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It was the night of the Yule ball, and everyone had their dates; they were all laughing and drinking punch together. Except you, who didn't have a date. You were third-wheeling all your friends and sitting down on a couch with your feet up.
You kept shifting in your seat as you got increasingly bored. You wanted to dance and have fun, but it just wasn't the same without a date. Suddenly, you heard a soft footstep coming up behind you.
You turned around and spotted your friend, Harry.
Harry smiled at you as he put his arm around your shoulder. "Having fun there?" He asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, so much fun." You responded sarcastically
"I can tell you're having a great time." He said it with an eye roll. "I think I have the solution to your boredom." Was that a faint hint of a flirtatious smile on his face?
"And what would that be?" You asked.
He smirked and said in a dramatic tone: "Me!" Harry placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you towards him. He leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "Dance with me."
You smiled as he led you towards the dance floor.
Harry let out a low chuckle. He spun you around, taking your hand and placing it on his shoulder.
He slowly dipped you and then pulled you back up, where you were extremely close to him.
Harry pulled you even closer. Your faces were practically touching. He leaned in and whispered in your ear again, his breath tickling your bare neck. "Can I tell you a secret?"
You nodded.
"You look stunning tonight." He said this, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your shoulder.
You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and moved back so that you two were face-to-face again.
Harry chuckled, then brushed his thumb across your cheek. You felt your heart flutter at his soft touch. "May I ask you something?"
"Of course," you replied.
"Are you single?" He asked with a slightly flirtatious tone in his voice.
"So what if I were?"
His smirk turned into a charming smile as he placed his hand around your waist. "Well, it just so happens that I'm single too." He said.
"Well, then you might just have to ask me out".
Harry leaned in and whispered in your ear again. His breath was hot against your bare neck. "Can I take you somewhere?"
You nodded
"After you, darling." He said it with a twinkle in his eye.
You slowly made your way through the crowd and headed towards the garden, in front of the forbidden forest.
He walked beside you, holding your hand. Your fingers were twined together, and your palm was pressed up against his. Every so often, the tip of his fingers drifted up your wrist and brushed against your delicate skin.
You finally stopped walking and turned around to look at him.
He looked down at you, his smile gentle and warm. His hand was still wrapped around yours, and he was standing very close to you.
"Did you know I've liked you since the second year?"
His eyes widened as you said this. He was surprised by your honesty. His cheeks turned slightly red because he wasn't expecting you to confess your feelings. "I had no idea you felt that way towards me for that long," he said, his gaze on you.
"Yeah, well..." You responded, facing the ground and not being able to look him in the eye.
He just kept staring at you with a soft smile on his face. Then he moved his hand away from your hand and placed it around your waist, pulling you closer. "Well, did you know that I have thought of asking you out several times this year?" He said it in a quiet voice.
You looked up at him and moved closer to him, putting your hands on his shoulders.
Harry placed his hands on your waist and pulled you more tightly against his body. Your faces were only a few inches apart. Your hands were on his shoulders, and your cheek brushed against his.
"Why haven't you?" you asked.
"I got nervous," he said. "Can I?" He asked, his lips inches away from yours.
"Yes," you whispered.
Harry smirked, leaned in, and pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes closed, and your heart seemed to stop beating as Harry's warm lips met yours. You continued to kiss until you had to pull apart for air.
Your breath was coming in short, shallow breaths. Harry smiled down at you. "Was that everything you expected and more?" He asked, his voice uneven.
"It was everything I was expecting, but I wouldn't say no to more."
Harry chuckled and let go of you. He took your hand and led you back into the main ballroom. You walked through the crowd together, holding hands. Everyone was smiling at the two of you.
You felt truly happy in his arms.
He smiled down at you and held your hand tightly. He leaned in and whispered in your ear again. "I'm glad you're here as my date." His mouth was so close to your ear that you could feel his breath on your skin.
"I'm glad I came, or else this wouldn't have happened."
Harry took your hand and kissed the back of it. The romantic gesture left you feeling warm. He tucked a piece of hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear, then took your hand and led you back to the dance floor.
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May I request a one shot Harry Potter with a reader who’s basically his personal healer, they’ve known each other since they were neighbors and she always looked out for him and banged him up and Harry is super protective of her.
first night back ; harry potter
synopsis: for once, harry's the one cleaning up y/n and making sure she's okay.
warnings: foul language, muggle!reader, punching, blood, harry being hit by vernon, reader being hit on, cat-calling, author likes the color green too much smh, tw: dursleys, this is a lil violent, kinda veered off the request i'm sorry 😣❤
reader's pronouns: she/her
harry left the house in a rage. not only had Dudley 'accidently' tripped harry, but was also given a sharp slap to the face by his uncle for 'lying' about what happened.
fuming, harry practically stomped to the park. muttering colorful words and kicking small rocks, he didn't notice the neighbor girl quietly singing an old song and petting a black dog on an area of grassy field.
"harry?" she called.
the teen whipped around, startled. he sighed in relief when he realized it was y/n. "hey y/n," he greeted, moving to sit by her and the dog, who was looking pretty grimy.
y/n squinted at him. bringing her hand up, she tilted his face in her hold. harry's eyes widened slightly. "what happened this time? it's odd for me to be needin' to be healin' ya when ya just got back," y/n asked, rubbing a thumb over the dark outline on his cheek.
harry's ear were flushing a dark red. quickly swatting y/n's hand away, he shrugged. "oh, y'know... just a day in the life of a Potter." he tried to laugh it off, but y/n wasn't having it.
the dog moved to lay in both of the teens' laps, looking eager to witness y/n's argument. "oh," she began. "so this has absolutely nothing to do with the screaming match i hallucinated earlier?"
the dog seemed to smile before looking over to harry for his reaction.
harry looked down. "y/n... it's really- it's really no big deal. dudley just, uh, just made me slip-"
"and that motherfucker making you slip up warranted a screaming match that ended up in you probably bein' kicked out for the night?" y/n asked automatically, bright eyes waiting to be told wrong.
harry sighed. "i only got mad because i'm still s- y/n, sweetheart you worry too much."
sweetheart.
"maybe you simply don't worry enough." y/n suggested.
harry swallowed. "y/n-"
y/n's hands shot out, grasping his face and pulling him toward her. the dog yelped at the sudden movement.
"harry i'm serious." she said.
releasing him, the dog jumped up and started licking y/n's face, tail wagging happily, smacking harry in the face.
spluttering, y/n pushed the dog away. "i guess you were serious too," she mumbled, wiping his face.
the dog jumped around the two happily, causing y/n and harry to laugh.
when the dog finally tired himself out, he flopped down against y/n and stared up at harry. "no no, darling, stand up. we're goin' back to my house." y/n said, and stood up, joint popping.
harry rose, still sore from falling off his broom the previous day, and fell in step beside y/n.
the dog, who was still being called 'The Dog', followed y/n and harry happily. sirius had a protective eye on y/n the second she offered him food and spent her lonely time with him. it was a welcome happiness from being shooed away from adults. she had a good sense of humor that reminded him too much of himself and his friends when they were all young and naive and (mostly) happy.
harry and y/n's conversation was cut short from a loud wolf whistle from across the street. sirius, harry, and y/n all looked at the small group of older guys already looking over at them. "damn girl! ditch that kid and come hang out with us!"
y/n sighed and flipped the guys off and continued walking.
hearing them talk amongst themselves gave y/n the time to grab harry's arm and drag him away. sirius growled at the group, already picturing ripping their throats out, like buck in call of the wild.
he was still growling when y/n called for him.
the sounding of footsteps made y/n walk faster, grip on harry's arm tightening immensely.
"hey, we're just bein' nice an' all. come on, ditch that mutt and-" the guy didn't get to finish his sentence before y/n scoffed, trying to walk faster.
the guy reached for her arm. "don't fuckin' touch me." y/n spat in the guys face, eyes burning with a glow harry had never seen before.
the guy's eyes hardened and he stuck his hand out and grabbed y/n's arm and tried to rip her from harry. but y/n punched him straight in the face. sneer on her face, she brought her knee up and kicked him in the crotch. while he was doubled over, she pushed him down to the ground and started sprinting the other way.
holy fucking shit. what the fuck?
harry quickly regained his senses and turned to follow y/n, and soon sirius followed suit.
a block later, y/n waited, doubled over and gasping for air. sirius bounded faster to y/n and almsot knocked her over by the force of which he jumped at her. when harry finally stopped, he helped y/n to her feet. he ignored the slick liquid on her knuckles, and brought her into a tight hug. her finger threaded through his hair, and her face snuggled into his neck. harry felt bad for being giddy at the feel of her so close to him while knowing what just happened, but he couldn't help it. it was fucking hot to watch her absolutely hand that guy his ass, but was scary to watch her go from the girl who always cleaned up his face and knuckles after getting into fights that seemed ro follow him everytime he came back from school.
"you're okay, love. just breathe," harry murmured, rubbing y/n's back.
sirius whined at their feet. it was distressing to see y/n cry. he nudged her leg and whimpered.
y/n pulled away, scrubbing at her eyes and turning to sirius to give him a watery smile, but with the street lights now on, they glinted off her cheeks and revealed the tears still leaking out of her eyes.
"lets jus' go," y/n said, grabbing harry's hand.
"yeah. yeah let's go home."
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could you do harry smut where he’s mad at the reader for teasing him and he drags her to room of requirement ?
Provoke (Harry Potter x reader)
Warnings: smut, swearing
You’d woken up this morning wishing you had spent the night with Harry. You felt incredibly needy for your boyfriend, which wasn’t uncommon but usually you could control yourself.
You met up with him in the common room, you come up behind him hugging him from behind “Morning” you say. Harry turns around hugging you properly. In his embrace his smell intoxicates you “Good morning, Darling.” He breaks the hug to peck your lips “I missed you, Harry” “I missed you too.”
You walk together to get some breakfast, Harry had already got the sense that you were in need of his attention. You barely ate anything at breakfast, you were too busy watching Harry eat and read the newspaper.
“Har, class doesn’t start for ten more minutes” you say trying to sound nonchalant “Mmhm” he says barely looking up from the newspaper. “Well, I really missed you, maybe we can go for a walk” “maybe later.” You were trying your hardest to get him away but he wouldn’t budge.
You get close to him draping your leg across his and kissing his neck. His cheeks become red and he puts the newspaper down and chuckles nervously. “Darling, it’s hard to focus” he says politely “You don’t like it?” “No I love it, just not here please.”
You were relentless, through first period you teased him subtly, in second period it became a bit more noticeable. In third period, Harry sat in the back row, the desk had enough room for two people to sit at, so you took your chance.
You sit beside him as class starts. Your hand moves from your lap to his, you wait a moment before rubbing his thigh, he glances at you but doesn’t do anything. As your hand gets closer up his body he tries not to think about it and listen to your professor.
As your hand rubs his inner thigh you slowly make your way to his crotch and rest your hand there. Harry makes eye contact with you almost warning you not to. You feel as he becomes semi-hard and you both know it’s going to be a painfully long time until you can find some escape. As he watches you, you palm him through his pants, his face goes red and he so badly wants to do something.
Your legs ache for him, you squeeze your thighs together to try to relieve yourself. He takes it the next step further by carefully unbuttoning his pants, you slip your fingers into his unbuttoned pants and palm him with less restraint. By now Harry is fully hard and you can only imagine how uncomfortable he is.
Harry counts down the minutes until he can drag you out of there and fuck you. As the bell goes Harry does up his pants and uses his robes to hide the prominent problem in his pants. You follow him as he quickly walks in front of you.
You make it to the room of requirement where there is a bed in an empty room. “Fuck, I have never wanted to fuck you more” he says angrily “since you can’t wait, I’ll give you what you want just to shut you up.”
You kick off your shoes and get on the bed still in your uniform, you spread your legs apart just to tease him that bit more as he unzips his pants. He gets onto the bed in his underwear and you can’t help but watch his every move.
He lifts up your skirt and pulls your underwear down to your ankles, you kick them off. “Go on, show me your pussy, you had no problem before trying to seduce me while we were in class.” You open your legs slowly as the cold air hits your thighs. “Look at how wet you are” he says using a finger to lightly massage your clit, whimpers escape your mouth.
“Doesn’t feel so good when you get teased, huh?” “No, it doesn’t” “d’you want me to fuck you?” He asks and you nod “tell me, with your mouth.” “Please Har, I want you to fuck me, I need you so bad, I need your help.”
Harry didn’t need much convincing and he couldn’t tease you anymore he just needed to be inside you. He gets out of his underwear throwing them to the side “Here I need your mouth just for a little” you take him into your mouth and Harry groans loudly.
“Fuck, that’s enough” he says, you lay back down, your saliva coating Harry’s cock. He lines himself up with your cunt “Please just give it to me, Harry” you beg “How bad do you want it?” “I have been craving you all day, I just want to feel you inside me.”
Harry pushes himself in the both of you moaning loudly at the feeling. “So wet” Harry mutters in your ear and starts thrusting inside you. He starts out slow and builds up the pace.
You feel as he hits the perfect spots inside you making you squirm. “Fuck right there is perfect” you moan “You feel so good squeezing around me.”
The sounds of your moans fill up the room as you get close. “Fuck” Harry groans “Im close” you tell him “Im right there with you darling.”
Harry finishes inside you and you cum right after him. You lay beside him trying to calm down from the intense orgasm. He presses a kiss to your lips “We should fuck like this all the time” he says “it only happens when I’m horny” “I like that side of you.”
#harry potter#hp imagine#smut#harry potter x fem!reader#harry potter smut#harry potter x reader#harry potter imagine#harry potter requests#requested#harry potter fluff#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter x female reader
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I'm almost home I promise||H.P
Summary: Your reading a letter Harry sent you while he's off fighting Voldemort
Based on this song
Second part by request: I'm home I promise
Dear y/n my love,
I love you, I love you so much I miss you so much I'm dying I can't stay away from you for 4 months it's torture. But your sage with your family in the wizarding world so stay there please. Until I come and get you I know this is wasting our time together but we'll be fine just picture me laying in bed right next to you. I hope you know I basically cry every night because it's so hard to be away from you. Don't worry I'll be back before you know, so don't you worry I promise I'll be coming home so trust me when I say I'll be back before you know y/n. Just wait another day I'll be back before you know. And then you can tell me what you were gonna tell me before I left as I was saying good bye to you. If I'm there with you I may give up where you are hiding and could get you killed, which can't happen I can't live without you. So I have to keep my distance until this war is over and Voldemort is dead to be with you. I miss sleeping beside you so much snuggled up keeping you warm hearing your soft breathing, have to say I've been snuggled next to a pillow pretending it's you, I think I sounded like a loser there. I love you so much y/n just wait ok? Just wait a little while longer I promise I'm almost home to you, then we can spend eternity with each other. When I get back I promise I'll make up for all the time I've been gone I love you so much. Y/n your my soulmate and I can't wait to be back with you and make our perfect family one day. I'm coming home soon I'll be back before you know.
You put the letter down as tears we up in your eyes you shift your son James this was your surprise for Harry before he left you were pregnant. James was born on May second 1998 the same day Hermione came and told you Harry was dead he sacrificed killing himself to destroy Voldemort. Now this letter is all you have left of him
You smile at James as he grabs your hair and you kiss his cheek well and James all you have left is this letter and James
You just hope somehow maybe he's out there and you just gotta wait one more day and he'll be coming home
"Please come home Harry I need you."
Just wait one more day you just gotta keep waiting one more day
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harry potter x female reader
summary : you become injured during the battle of hogwarts and your boyfriend thinks you’ve died.
warning: injuries, idea of death, grief
A fiery blast erupted from your lower rib cage, traveling up your arms and body, red hot pain blinding your eyes. Your body was flung against the brick wall behind you, the impact rendering you unconscious and unresponsive. Sweat coated your skin in fine layers of pale sheen, your mind foggy and disorientated.
The wound in your side was breathtakingly painful, dark crimson blood seeping through the white shirt you were wearing. Screams and cries of agony engulfed your ringing ears, the explosions destroying the castle erupting in frenzied bursts of flames and smoke.
Muffled voices brought you out of consciousness, your eyes too tired to open, body too limp to move. Arms wrapped around your legs and shoulders, supporting your head that lay against the shoulder of a stranger. A searing pain caressed your stomach, sobs leaving your mouth in a plea of desperation.
You felt the ground rock beneath your feet, the persons footsteps increasing in speed. After what felt like hours, your body was gently placed onto a hard surface, your arms going limp between your sides.
The smell of antibiotics greeted your nose and tears left your eyes as your wound was addressed with a bandage and alcohol swabs. Your eyes began to drift closed, and you allowed your body to drift into a dreamless sleep away from the pain and carnage that lay outside of the hospital wing.
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Harry was frantic.
The war had ended moments prior and although he would usually bask in the glory of attention, Harry was searching for his girlfriend. The ruins of tower turrets lay scattered across the castle grounds, blood seeping into the soil, staining the ground a ruby red. His hands were pushing past people, no respect for the celebrating witches and wizards as his eyes scanned the gathering crowds.
His hair lay matted to his forehead, circle glasses slipping down his nose in frustrated panic. Harry’s footsteps ceased into a quiet shuffle as he entered the hospital wing, breath hitching in his chest at the sight before him.
You lay peacefully on one of the hospital beds close to the entrance to the hospital wing, hair sprawled out across the pillow your head rested on. Your skin was pale and slick with sweat, eyes closed in contentment.
A thick bandage covered the lower half of your stomach, the white compress dirtied with blood and dust from the ceilings.
You weren’t moving.
Harry rushed forward, knees painfully hitting the concrete floor as he grabbed your hand, thumb gently stroking your knuckles in an attempt to wake you up. His eyes filled with unshed tears as he watched your chest stay still, no movement being detected.
Harry’s head fell forward, resting on your shoulder, hand clasped in yours as he wept silently.
Harry’s mind swam with images of you laughing and joking around, memories of you dancing across the common room, swimming in the lake, fighting with Ron over the last brownie. He remembers the sound of your voice, deeper in the mornings and higher after you drink some firewhiskey. He remembers how full his heart had felt when he kissed your lips, the feel of your skin beneath his own.
Harry’s tears became sobs, his grief overwhelming him in a tidal wave of sadness. This was the end for him. The war had ended but this was the price. Was this all worth it?
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The sound of crying brought you around to consciousness, and you immediately recognized the noise as your boyfriends. You had spent many nights comforting him in his dormitory, rubbing his back soothingly beneath his invisibility cloak, when Harry had let loose and expressed his worries.
You tried to move, but couldn’t. The drugs you were given weighed down your body, restricting your movement. A dull ache in your lower rib cage reminded you about what had happened, the memories resurfacing to your brain in flurries of bright light.
Your eyes slowly opened with great difficulty and you were met with the bright light of the ceiling. Fans beside you whirred and groaned in exasperation but you’re attention was turned to the noise on your left. Although you couldn’t move you head, your eyes could see the outline of Harrys body, bent over the side of the bed, hand clasped in your own.
The feeling of guilt and sadness washed over you as you watched your boyfriend break down into hysterics.
With all your might, you forced your fingers to move, slowly. One by one, the muscles in your hands began to awaken, and you squeezed Harrys hand in reassurance.
His head shot up from where he was sat, tears staining his cheeks. He moved at lightning speed, hands cupping your face as he brought your lips to his own, sobbing into the kiss.
Shakily, you brought you hands up to cup his own, a grin blessing your face as Harry peppered your face with joyous kisses.
“I thought you had died,” he whispered, green eyes staring intently into your own.
Your hands pulled Harrys face closer to your own so your foreheads touched delicately, “You really think you could get rid of me that easily Potter?”
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Black Roses - Fourth Year - Harry Potter X Female (Slytherin) Reader
Title: Fourth Year
Harry Potter X Female (Slytherin) Reader
Additional Characters: Hermione, Ron, Pansy, Draco, McGonagall (Mentioned), Blaze (Mentioned), Cedric (Mentioned), Cho (Mentioned), Padma (Mentioned), Snape (Mentioned), Ginny, Neville, and Viktor (Mentioned)
| First-Year | Second-Year | Third-Year | Fourth-Year | Fifth-Year | Sixth-Year | Seventh-Year | Epilogue |
WC: 4,378 (long chapter)
Warnings: Fighting, name-calling (nothing too bad), yelling, Ron being a jerk, slight angst, and fluff
You were walking towards your next class, potions when someone bumped into you, almost making you fall over. You quickly gained your balance and turned to see Pansy smirking at you. You looked down at her, glaring as you re-adjusted your over-the-shoulder bag.
"Parkinson... What a lovely surprise." You mumble, incredibly unhappy to have to deal with her.
Pansy just continued to smirk, crossing her arms. "Well, well, well... If it isn't little miss blood traitor."
You sighed, completely over her at the moment, "What are you going to do, Parkinson? Hang me in the gallows? I thought we went over this last week. Or do I have to teach you again?" You asked, before pointing to your tie.
"Mine is green." You then point to Pansy's tie, "And yours in green. See? Or have you become colorblind over the week?" You say snarkily with a smirk of your own.
Pansy smirks even bigger and you turn to walk away before you hear her speak up once more.
"You can't leave yet... I haven't finished talking to you, blood traitor." You stopped, turning to face the Slytherin.
"Oh! Did you not retain what I just taught you? I mean really, Pansy, honey, you're turning green with envy here." You spoke, shaking your head at her. "You're like a toddler in a teenager's body... and I thought you were supposed to be smart... I feel stupid now by just looking at you."
"Don't start something you won't be able to finish." She speaks, a bit of anger creeping into her tone.
"Please, Pansy, I'm a professional. I know what I'm doing." You spoke, looking down at her, quickly whipping out your wand, and pointed at her. "Now, I would suggest you be a good little witch and go to class, hm?" You say sickly sweet as you stared at her.
Pansy gulped as she stared into your eyes, she watched as they glinted and shifted, filling her with fear. She quickly glared at you and snarled at you before leaving down the hall with heavy steps. You humphed, pocketing your wand as you traveled back to potions. Opening the door, Snape looked up from his desk, giving you a knowing look to which you gave a small mischievous smile and shrugged, taking your seat in the third row. Opening your textbook, you flipped to the chosen page you saw a fellow Slytherin have their page on and began to take notes.
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"Has anyone asked you to the Yule Ball yet, Y/N?" Hermione asked as she did her homework on her big canopy bed. "It wouldn't surprise me if tons of other students did." He spoke and you sighed, looking over at the girl from your own bed.
"Oh! Yes, Hermione. I've had to push them off me with my wand. They have been lining up to just ask me." You spoke sarcastically and Hermione nodded, "Besides, I don't really know if I want to go."
"But it's coming up soon! Why wouldn't you want to go?" She asked, getting up and walking over to you, pulling you out of your seat, and taking your hands in hers.
Hermione gently danced around the room with you, "Imagine the sight. Oh, it will be gorgeous. The Grand Hall’s engulfed in white, light blue, and silver. The dance floor filled with everyone dancing. Dancing under the falling snow and stars. It's so romantic." She spoke dreamily.
"I don't know." You said, shaking your head, "But, also... Says you! Viktor is taking you. He should be feeling very lucky." You added and Hermione shook her head with a giggle.
"I never would have thought he'd ask me... Or anyone for that matter." Hermione spoke up as she frowned slightly, and you knew why.
"Ron is an idiot. This is your special night to have some fun. Not always stuck in your books and work. Viktor really seems to like you. I'm so happy for you, 'Mione." You smiled softly at her and she blushed, nodding.
"Don't think I forgot about you." She spoke with a 'I caught ya' look, "You should go to the Yule Ball." She whispered, before letting you go.
You nodded at her, "I mean... I want to go... If I had someone to go with. Heh, I mean. I'd go with any of our friends just if they asked me. I don't care if they fancy me or anything. To just be asked 'Hey, you want to be my date to the dumb ball? Yeah, I don't want to go either.'" You joke in a deep voice, making Hermione laugh.
"Don't you like Cedric?" She asked and you felt your face flush.
"Yeah, but he's going with Cho." You muttered, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise to your cheeks.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." Hermione spoke and you shrugged, turning away from her.
"Nothing's wrong with it. It's just... I don't know. Didn't really have too much hope for that. I've only spoken to him twice." You spoke, rolling your eyes.
"Ah, you're jealous." She stated, and you scoffed, "There's nothing wrong with that."
"How could I not? He's cute." You spoke as if it was a fact. "He's a man of quality."
You sigh, shaking your head, "He's perfect. He's smart, charming and funny. He's popular, and he's a great Quidditch player. There is nothing wrong with him." You spoke, trying to convince yourself as much as Hermione.
Hermione hummed, a small smirk on her face, "I guess so. Sounds like you’re talking about Harry." She trailed off and you looked at her with furrowed eyebrows.
"What are you saying?" You spoke, hoping she didn’t clue together that you also liked Harry.
"C'mon, Y/N... Harry's the kindest person I know. He's sweet, caring, and handsome. He's got the most beautiful green eyes... And he's kind to everyone." Hermione spoke, smiling gently at you.
You laughed awkwardly, "Sounds like you like him a bit, 'Mione." But she wasn't having it.
"I know you like to avoid this, but you need to understand and know these things." She insisted, waving her hands about.
"I know those things about Harry." You spoke, and she sighed, shaking her head.
"I'm saying, you should go with Harry. I heard he doesn't even have a date at the moment. And don't you dare try to say you don't fancy him too. I see the way you look at him and how highly you speak of him." She spoke, and you sighed, shaking your head.
"No. I'm not going with him. I just... I don't know if I can." You spoke, shaking your head again.
"Why not?" She questioned.
"Because... I don't know. I just..." You trailed off, sighing. "I mean... He would have to ask me." You say quietly, and Hermione looks at you, tilting her head slightly.
"You won't ask him?" She asked and you shook your head.
"I don't think I could live with that embarrassment if he rejected me." You told her sadly.
"What if it’s mutual?" She asked and you scoff, folding your arms.
"I don't know..." You spoke up, shaking your head. "I doubt he'd ask me."
"I don't understand you sometimes, Y/N." Hermione spoke and you groaned softly.
"Sorry." You apologized, sitting down on your bed.
Hermione frowned, "I'm sorry... I wish I could convince you."
~~~
After you talk with Hermione, you went out to the next Hogsmeade on your own to get yourself a dress. Stepping into the dress shop, your eyes immediately were drawn to one in the back center of the shop. You moved past the other shoppers swiftly, reaching the dress with ease. You picked it off the hanger and placed it against your figure, it looked perfect. Love at first sight. Scouting out an employee, you asked for a dressing room.
Stepping in, you placed your over-the-shoulder bag on the small bench before trying on the dress. Opening your eyes, you turned to the full-length mirror, in complete awe of yourself. You looked stunning. Perfect. You took a step forward and touched your hair, pushing it behind your ear. Looking back at your reflection, you giggled.
"This is perfect." You breathed, standing up and admiring yourself again in the mirror. Your eyes then dropped to the dress, marveling over it. It was tan in color, made of chiffon, and slightly see-through on the skirt. The fabric perfectly hugged every curve of your body. The bodice was a light creme color overlayed with a layer of tan slightly see-through chiffon. It was similar to a mermaid type of gown, though the skirt flowed out at the tops of your hips. You were pleasantly surprised to even see a small train behind you. Taking a look at the top of the dress, you caressed the soft chiffon sleeves and ruffled turtle-neck collar; whilst admiring the intricate gold floral embellishments along the top of the dress down to the middle of your thighs.
"I'm getting it." You whispered gleefully to yourself before getting redressed and checking the price tag. It wasn't too much, but it was more than you would usually spread on a dress.
You left with your dress perfectly wrapped in a white box, even paying a little extra for a matching pair of shoes to go along with it. With a pep in your step, you traveled all the way back to Hogwarts.
~~~
Passing a hallway, you heard someone calling your name. Stopping, you turned and watched Harry run up to you.
"Harry?" You asked, watching as he bent down to take a small breath before straightening up.
He gave you a shy smile, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hi... Uh, I was wondering- wait... What's that?" He asked, pointing down to the brown paper bag in your hand.
You glanced down at the bag, looking back up at Harry. "Uh... Nothing. Not like it's a Yule Ball dress or anything." You laughed nervously and Harry furrowed his eyebrows.
"Dress? Did someone ask you?" He asked and you sighed.
"No. But, I have a sneaking suspicion that Parkinson had something to do about it. Maybe she's been turning all my potential dates into frogs." You sarcastically pondered and Harry chuckled lightly.
"Yeah, sure, she missed one then." He spoke and you frowned slightly.
"What do you mean?" You asked, feeling your face heat up as Harry let out a breath.
He cleared his throat before speaking, looking everywhere beside you. "I'm actually glad no one asked you- wait... No! I'm not glad. No, I mean I am but I wanted to ask you, so..." He nervously rambled, fidgeting with his hands.
You couldn't help but smile at how adorable Harry was being.
"What I mean to say is... Do you want to go with me?" He asked, finally looking up at you.
You felt your heart flutter as you replayed his cute rambles in your head; and watched his anxious expression. "Of course, I'd love to go with you, Harry." You spoke, smiling fondly.
Harry grinned and nodded, "Great! Thanks! Um... Well... I'll uh... I'll leave you alone now." He stammered and hurried down the hall, disappearing out of sight.
You stood there in shock, but quickly recovered and began heading toward your dorm.
You were so excited to show Hermione your new dress.
~~~
Night of the Yule Ball and you were in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione and Ginny, getting ready. The two in question were almost finished, Hermione finishing up Ginny's hair, while Ginny moved nervously in her seat. The two of them looked so beautiful in the dresses.
'Aren't you going to get ready, Y/N?" Ginny asked, looking at you through the mirror.
You nodded, sliding off your bed and grabbing the white box from under your bed. "I'll be back."
Ginny smiled and closed her eyes as Hermione put down the brush and placed her matching hair clip into her long red locks.
"Lucky you, going with a gentleman like our little Neville Longbottom." Hermione sighed, brushing Ginny's hair down with her hand.
"Yes, yes, he's nice." Ginny said, giggling.
"He's extra lucky, going with you." Hermione spoke, as the bathroom door opened and she turned around.
Hermione's eyes widened as her jaw dropped, "Y/N?" She gasped, staring at you with wide eyes.
"What is it, Hermione?" Ginny asked curiously, turning to see you in your dress.
"Oh my goodness! Y/N! You look stunning!" The young girl squealed as you brushed your hand down the fabric skirt shyly.
"Stunning? You mean real-life goddess." Hermione complimented making you blush.
"Guys, stop. You might make me cry." You lightly scolded as the two girls scurried over to you, in awe of your dress.
"We're serious, Y/N. You're drop-dead gorgeous." Ginny replied and you clasped your hands together before you.
"It's nothing compared to the two of you. You both look like royalty." You replied with a chuckle.
The two women turned to each other, whispering excitedly.
"Can you believe it? Y/N wearing a dress that could rival a princess on her wedding day?!" Ginny asked, grinning madly.
"Oh yes, that dress is absolutely stunning." Hermione agreed, and you couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm right here, you know?" You shook your head.
The two turned back to you before Hermione spoke, "As we said, you look beautiful. Now, let's get your hair done." She spoke, leading you to the desk Ginny was sitting at before.
~~~
You watched as Ginny walked down the stairs, taking Neville's hand with a smile on both their faces. You were getting nervous. There were so many people down there.
"You'll be fine, Y/N/N." Hermione spoke, placing a hand on your arm as she gave you a reassuring smile.
You nodded, letting out a breath, before snapping your fingers and letting a small smirk of determination appear on your face.
"Good. You got this." She spoke once more before heading down the stairs. You watched as you peeked behind the wall, watching as everyone in the room paused what they were doing to watch Hermione walk down.
Hermione then took Viktor's outstretched hand and walked off to dance, glancing over at Harry and Ron. Ron's jaw dropped as he stared at Hermione. You narrowed your eyes with mischief. Hopefully, he'd realize his feelings for her now and ask her out already. Ron really needed to man up soon. Hermione might stop waiting for him, and he'll lose her forever.
Slowly, your eyes slid over to Harry beside Ron. You couldn't help but take a double-take. He looked so handsome in his slightly oversized robes. You could tell that he tried to do his hair, but you knew it was pointless, nonetheless, his shaggy hair looked great. He looked so perfect. He was biting his lip periodically and looking at his shoes, and you couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking.
Letting out a breath, you shook yourself a bit, letting out your nerves as you brought your light smirk back and took a step out behind the wall. Slowly stepping down the stairs, you made eye contact with Harry. His green eye widened slightly as his own jaw dropped before he ran his hand through his messy hair.
Once you got to the end of the steps, you watched as Harry just continued to stare at you. Ron nudged Harry on the shoulder, snapping him out of his daze as he cleared his throat. His face and the tips of his ears were a bright red as he made his way to you, offering you his hand.
"You look beautiful, Y/N." He spoke, voice shaking slightly.
"Thank you, Harry. You look rather handsome as well." You replied, your cheeks growing hotter.
Music began to softly sway and Harry looked at you curiously, yet nervously. "Do you want to dance?" He asked, offering you his hand, which you gladly accepted.
"I would love to." You answered as you stepped out onto the dance floor.
You didn't have to lead very far because Harry was right beside you. He seemed like he was in awe of you, looking at you with such adoration in his eyes. You wished you could hide your blush, but as Harry took your hand in his and put them beside you in the air and his other was placed on his waist; you forgot about your flushed cheeks. You placed your free hand on his shoulder before Harry led you into a waltz.
You were pleasantly surprised, Harry was a pretty good dancer. It reminded you of the dance practice McGonagall had taught. Ron danced with her, and Hermione and Harry were partners. As soon as McGonagall let the others practice, Draco grabbed you. He didn't want to dance with Pansy. You get it, you wouldn't either.
But, that memory faded away as you looked up into Harry's eyes, holding his gaze as he held yours. Your feet moved gracefully in time with his and his strong arms kept you steady. You couldn't help but sigh softly as you danced. You wanted to hold his gaze longer but you couldn't. Looking around, you tried to calm your racing heart. You weren't exactly used to dancing, but you could say that you really enjoyed this one. Especially with Harry.
Being so close to Harry was an amazing feeling. His hand intertwined with yours, his warm hand on your waist. You felt like you were floating on cloud nine. All the stress and anxiety that you were under vanished when Harry took you in his arms and held you close. You could smell him, and it sent a wave of warmth rushing through your body. You felt his arms tighten around you, squeezing you tighter against him and your stomach flipped over.
"Everything is so pretty." You murmur softly, and Harry nodded.
"Yeah, very pretty." He muttered and you turned to look back up at him, noticing he was still looking at you.
You smirked slightly, conjuring up a sneaky prank on your date. You looked around the room once more, draining awe, "Even the ceiling is hot dog." You spoke quietly to Harry, causing him to blush lightly.
"You're a hot dog." He muttered before his eyes widened and he heard what he had said, making you burst into laughter.
"Hot dog?" He questioned, "Why did I say that?"
You giggled, "I got you good. Seemed that you were so in awe of me that I just had to have fun with you." You teased, your smile turning into a smirk.
Harry was speechless, which was rare. "Huh?" He asked after a few moments, and you shake your head with a chuckle.
"You're adorable, Harry." You whispered.
"Well, thanks." He spoke, and you leaned in closer to him, kissing his cheek quickly. You pulled back, giving him a wink as the song slowly ended.
Before you or Harry could say anything else, Draco walked over to you. He looked at you before looking at Harry with a glare.
"Potter." He said with disdain.
"Malfoy," Harry replied with annoyance. "May we help you?" He asked.
Draco smirked and nodded, "Yes, I would like to ask the beautiful Y/N for a dance." He spoke, turning to you with a raised eyebrow.
You turned to Harry with a sorry smile, as he reluctantly let go of you.
"I would love a dance, Draco." You said to the platinum blonde before looking at Harry once more. "How about you get us a drink? I'll be right back." You wink and Harry nodded as he watched Draco take your hand and lead you onto the dance floor.
Harry sighed as his eyes dropped sadly, along with his shoulders as he found his way to a table with Ron, who was ditched by Padma. Ron was watching Hermione dancing still, eyes glaring at the young man in her arms. Harry looked to the dancing couple and to Ron, "You should be happy for her, Ron."
Ron frowned, "It's not that easy." He muttered and Harry shrugged.
"Sure it is. She looks happy doesn't she?" Harry asked and Ron nodded, giving him a small smile, "If you really like her, then you'd want her happy no matter what."
Ron shrugged, "She's just so pretty though. I should've asked her."
Harry chuckled, "Yeah, you should have."
"I just..." Ron trailed off, shaking his head with a sigh. "Don't know if I even have a bloody chance now."
Harry hummed as his eyes landed on you, dancing with Draco. You were spinning around and back into his arms with a laugh. Harry couldn't help but get jealous. He sighed heavily as he glared at Draco before his eyes focused on you again, your beautiful hair was pinned up perfectly, and small stray strands fell free; framing your face perfectly. Harry had a crush on you since the second year, and he was never able to admit it, and he wasn't sure if you felt the same. Getting up, Harry walked over to the punch bowl, grabbing two glasses for you and him. Hopefully, no one spiked it.
As the song ended, you said your goodbyes to Draco, waving a quick 'hello' to Blaze before wandering over to Harry with a smile on your face. Harry couldn't help but copy you, handing you your drink once you stood beside him. You sighed, taking a small sip from the glass. You loved the atmosphere of the ball, so soft and elegant.
"Did you have fun with Draco?" Harry asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"With Draco?" You asked, thinking before answering, "Yeah, he was fun to dance with. Why? You want to dance with him?" You teased, nudging him in the arm gently with a grin.
Harry sputtered in surprise, looking at you with his wide green eyes. "W... What? No, I was just curious." He mumbled before finishing his drink.
You side-eyed him, also finishing your drink; setting it beside you on a table. "Mm, well, you are obviously not jealous whatsoever." You taunt, watching the lovely couples dance around.
"It's hard not to be." He muttered, so quiet you almost didn't hear it. "I mean, you look amazing, Y/N. I don't know why you'd go with me." He spoke, running a hand through his hair.
"Why wouldn't I?" You questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"You could've gone with Draco. He doesn't seem to like dancing with Parkinson." He murmured, watching as the young woman laughed and Draco rolled his eyes with a deep frown.
You smiled softly, "Well, Draco didn't ask me, did he?" You taunted, looking back up at him.
"No? Yes? No." He corrected himself, earning a giggle from you.
Turning your body around to face him, you raised your hand to try and fix Harry's hair. Why was his hair so freaking soft? You were quite proud when his cheeks darkened. "And you asked me. And I said 'yes' 'cause I really like you, Harry." You smiled happily.
"You like me?" Harry asked, a small smile appearing on his face.
"Mmhm..." You murmured, dropping your hand from his hair. "Very much."
"So..." He trailed off, looking down at his nervously clenched hands before meeting your gaze again. "You wouldn't be mad if I asked you out on a date to Hogsmeade after the holidays?"
Your smirk slowly slipped into an adoring smile, "I would be angry if you didn't ask me." You joked as you nudged him again, your face feeling like it was on fire.
Harry bit his lip, fighting the smile and fidgeting with his fingers. You noticed, slowly reaching out with your hand and taking his hand in yours. Harry looked up at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging open slightly. You smirked at him, before turning back to the ball before you.
~~~
After noticing Ginny and Neville on the sidelines a ways away, you turned to Harry to let him know you'd be back before rushing over to them. Both Ginny and Neville had a frown on their faces and you too, frown; mostly in confusion.
"What's wrong?" You asked as you stopped before them.
"Ron said something rude to Hermione. She ran off crying." You immediately glared down at the ground before looking up at the two.
"Where is he?"
Ginny pointed to a table where Ron was sitting all alone. His arm propped up on his knee as he leaned his cheek on his palm. At this point, you were seeing red. You stalked over to him, Harry noticing as Ginny and Neville followed behind you.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" You raged, hand clenched tight as the young man in question looked up at you with wide, fearful eyes.
"How do you know my middle name?" He asked but you shook your head narrowing your eyes at him.
"I know a lot about you, Ronald, now what did you do to Hermione?" You seethed, and Ron visibly gulped.
"I didn't do anything, we just fought before she walked off." He tried to defend himself but you weren't having it.
"Uh uh uh," You waved your finger as a dark smirk crossed your lips, "She went off crying because of you, you git." You growled, stepping closer to him.
"I'm sorry, I... I didn't know I made her cry!" Ron pleaded with you, and you scoffed, "I bet you didn't even mean it, did you?" You spat sarcastically, and he winced, "Of course not! You just couldn't deal with her having a date who wasn't you." You snarled.
Ron's face paled, and he looked down, his voice low and quiet, "I'm sorry."
You narrowed your eyes, "You better be. You better apologize to her."
You huffed and pinched the bridge of your nose, "Really, Ron. You need to fix this with her." You said in a calmer voice and Ron nodded.
You then turned to Harry and gave him a sad smile, "I'm going to go and find Hermione. Thank you for taking me, Harry. I've had a lovely time with you." You kissed his cheek before turning and running off to find Hermione.
Harry smiled dreamingly, rubbing the place where you kissed him.
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(one shot coming soon) - Harry's exhausted and you can see it in his face when he arrives at the Burrow after losing Hedwig and MadEye.
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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.
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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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enemies with benefits
draco malfoy x female weasley reader
warnings: Hate Sex,Nicknames,Rivals With Benefits,Name-Calling,Insults,Nipple Play, and Nipple Licking
a/n:This is my first attempt at fanfiction so please be kind.and I tried with my grammar so be gentle.
"Oh fuck, yes! y/n feet were lanted on the mattress next to Draco's hips, leaning back so his cock would slide all the way down to the base, press all the way to the back of her cunt.
She rode him so hard, arms wrapped around his neck for leverage, bucking against him almost violently.
Throat and cheeks red, sweat beading between her tits, sweet sounds spilling from her lips — Gods, it was like she was using him.
“That’s it, Red, take what you need,” Draco groaned, leaning forward mouthing her cute tits, swirling his tongue around one nipple and then switching the other.
“Stop calling — oh fuck, just like that, Malfoy! Damn it, stop calling me Red !”
Draco released her nipple with a wet pop, pretty pink and shining with his spit.
“Hm, what would you prefer then? Bitch? Whore? Slut?”
“Fuck you, Malfoy!” she spat, nails sharp against his skin as she ground down on his cock viciously.
“You already are, Red,” Draco drawled, feeling her pussy squeeze around him.
She never commented on the nickname, but her body couldn’t lie to him.
“You’re dripping all over me, Red. You wanted to fuck so bad, hm? Needed my cock that much?
Draco slid his hand from her waist over her mound, pressing his thumb against her clit, letting her movements brush it against his thumb.
"Oh, oh my — ngh!" She was mindless. Whines and whimpers, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration as she smacked her ass against his thighs, riding him like a toy.
It was deliciously hot, watching her lost in lust — but annoying how she chose to ignore his taunts.
“weasley .” His voice was low and harsh as he pinched her clit lightly.
y/n squealed, her hips jumping up, pulling half his cock out of her and she glared at him.
“Malfoy, you rotten bastard!” She seethed, “I was so close!”
“Oh, Red.” Draco pressed her hips down, forcing her to take his cock until their thighs touched. y/n was already panting, the edge in her eyes softening, her teeth plucking against the edge of her bottom lip as she started using her feet to rock back and forth against his cock. “You know better than to ignore me. That is, if you’d like to come.”
y/n froze, with her mouth parted for a moment, Draco smirking back at her.
And then she exploded, Weasley temper at full force.
“Who the hell do you think you are, Malfoy? You think just because you’re a little bit good at fucking, I have to answer you?! You aren’t shi — oh my Gods!”
Draco started fucking up into her, y/n hips automatic, meeting him thrust for thrust as she whimpered and moaned. Hot anger replaced with need as she bounced on his cock.
Draco hugged her body close, y/n wrapping her legs around his back now, as he used the give of the mattress to thrust up. Draco pressed his mouth against her neck, licking roughly and swallowing down the sweat.
“Yes, Merlin, yes, keep doing that, Draco,” her voice was light and breathy — so different from her usual tone, it was erotic in how sweet it was.
Draco groaned into her neck before using teeth, biting down just hard enough that y/n began squirming in his lap.
“Oh, oh.”
“You love that, don’t you, Red? When it’s a little rough like that?” Draco kissed the bruises he left on her neck, y/n thighs trembling against his own. She was so close, wet and fluttering around his cock.
y/n moved her hands from his neck, tangling in Draco's hair, pushing his head down back to her tits. Draco didn't fight her, kissing and sucking on her nipples, leaving them swollen and red as y/n moaned and ground down on his cock. Nasty, wet sounds echoing in the room from her dripping cunt sliding up and down his length.
“That’s it Red, fuck, squeeze around my cock just like that, love,” Draco murmured against her tits, looking up at y/n who stared back down at him, her eyes almost black with desire. “I can feel your pussy fluttering around me, so close aren’t you? Going to make a mess on my laps and ruin my sheets?”
y/n seemed to be lost for a moment, a beat filled with the sounds of wet cunt, her low moans, and squeaking mattress, until her nails dug painfully into his scalp.
She yanked his head back, glaring down at him once more, even with the haze of need and lust in her eyes. “Don’t. Call. Me. Love.”
Draco’s jaw dropped.
This witch, this fucking bitch!
A low growl spilled from Draco’s lips, bringing his hand up to one of her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
“You are beyond infuriating, y/n!” Draco hissed before he took her other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks, then swirling his tongue against it.
Draco saw the arrogant flash of her teeth, the same sort he remembered from his youth. Her fingers flexed in his hair once more, pressing his face into her breasts, encouraging his abuse of them as she rode on his cock. “I know, ferret. And I know how much it turns you on, too.”
Draco didn’t bother replying, instead biting down, harsh, on y/n nipple, her punishment and her reward. The witch shattering around him with a scream, her luscious cunt squeezing and milking him, until he came too with a groan.
y/n still clutched his head against her chest, both breathing deeply.
“I fucking hate that…ferret.”
y/n released his head, laughing as she leaned back. She ran her hand through her hair, pushing it back off her forehead. “Yeah? And what in Godric’s name are you going to do about it, ferret?”
Draco placed his hand between y/n legs, feather light against her clit, still sensitive. She hissed for a moment before relaxing her hips.
“I suppose I’ll need to fuck you stupid, until the only words that come out of your insolent little mouth are draco malfoy, ” he drawled, fingers circling on her clit now, y/n breath catching.
“A-are you going to keep barking, or actually do something, f-ferret?” y/n bit her lip, keeping a moan at bay and Draco almost laughed at her bravado.
“You’ve asked for it, love.”
And, cock hard once more, he thrust up into That perfect cunt.
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Y/n, whispering: you know I love you, right?
Draco: why are we whispering?
Y/n: so Harry thinks we're conspiring against him
Draco: oooh
Harry: what are they talking about?
Snape, having heard everything: murder
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In This Together
Mattheo Riddle x Reader
Summary: Your period is late.
You tried your best not to panic. You tried your best to keep it together.
You tried... but on the inside, you were panicking over it.
And who wouldn't be?
Your period was late! And you wanted to crawl into a hole and cry all day.
Overdramatic? Possibly, yes.
But you were scared, so in your mind, it all made sense.
You even got to a point on your third day that you avoided Mattheo at all costs.
Which he of course noticed.
He tried to catch you in the halls but you were quicker.
He even debated barging into the girl's restroom at one point.
On the fifth day, he finally caught you and cornered you in the library.
"Why are you avoiding me?" he genuinely looked hurt.
"It's just..." you looked up at him, you knew no one was around you, so you decided to tell him. "I'm late."
"What do you mean? You don't have any classes."
"No..." you wanted to cry and yell but you just let out a sigh. "My period is late." you whispered and he froze in one place.
"But we always used... protection."
"Yes."
"How would it be possible? Did you check with the nurse?"
"I didn't check. My period always came when it should."
"We should go to the nurse."
"I'm scared." you said and you sounded so honest and desperate Mattheo hugged you.
"I'm here, we will figure it out okay? It could be that you are just a bit later than usual. Everything will be fine." he kissed your hair as you hugged him closer.
The next morning, you woke up to a certain pain.
A pain you knew very well.
And indeed, your panic was for nothing. You were simply later than usual.
You felt so relieved.
Someone knocked on your door before barging in.
"Good morning, Beautiful, so, I made a plan. Simple but I think we could do it. So, you stay in school, I drop out. I go and work in a store or at the Ministry, anywhere. I will put all my paychecks to one side and it would be a start. Then, you can give birth and we would have a home, you can decide if you want to go to finish school after or work, but I also have a small inheritance from my father so we can figure it out."
You blinked at your boyfriend.
"You didn't sleep did you?"
"Not a blink! Theo threw pillows at me because I kept mumbling, but I thought my plan was good. What do you say?"
"I really do appreciate you coming up with this, Matty but-"
"We are keeping the baby. I don't think that is up for debate... at least not to me."
"We don't have to keep the baby."
"But I want to! I-I realize we are young but we can do it."
"Matty, I'm not pregnant. You were right, my period was just later than usual."
"Oh." his shoulders slacked. "And I spent all night thinking..."
"I appreciate it, and it is very nice to know you wouldn't just leave."
"Of course, I wouldn't."
"Yes, I get it. You look disappointed."
"I'm not going to lie, I spent probably the last four hours just imagining the cutest kid with your eyes and smile and... I kinda am disappointed. It's okay though, I know your father would have killed me so at least now we can wait until after marriage."
"Yes, what? You want to get married?"
"Don't get me started on that. It was another sleepless night after you told me about your father and his... older views." you smiled and walked over to him.
"I love you." you wanted to say so many things, but you knew this would be simple and enough.
"I love you too." you hugged him and kissed him. "Then, I will get you some chocolate and candy."
"Aww, thank you. Who could have thought you would be such a great boyfriend."
"Well, duh. I'm the best Slytherin."
"That you are."
"And the best boyfriend."
"Exactly." you pulled him in for another kiss.
You really feared that he would just run and be like the guy your friends thought he would be, but it was good to know that he had his own plans, and his future certainly involved you.
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REGULUS BLACK | 21:08 — HOLD HER!
SUM : after a boggart class, you rush to Regulus for comfort. The only thing is… the grumpy slytherin doesn’t really know how to comfort someone. Thankfully James is there.
TAGS. : grumpy regulus ; sunshine reader ; gryffindor reader ; sunshine character seeking comfort in grumpy character trope ; remus approval secured ; sirius needs some convincing ; regulus needs a hug ; but reader needs it more in this fic ; regulus not wanting to admit stuff ; regulus sucks at emotions ; james being a lowkey but loud and panicky wingman ; protective james ; protective regulus
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PART 0.5 (PREQUEL)
“What. The. Fuck…” Sirius exclaims only to receive a hit upside the head by Remus who also pins him with a warning glare, “What?!” the eldest Black brother shouts and gestures to the unbelievable display happening before them, “Shouldn’t you be the one demanding answers? Usually she goes to you for this!”
Instead of answering him, Remus fixes an unreadable stare onto the scene happening before him; trying his hardest to suppress the smile tugging at his lips. Finally his suspicions were confirmed and he was happy to witness its conclusion. It was about time.
Yes, he was the person you typically sought comfort from when distressed and he was more than happy to be that person for you, however, he’s seen your longing glances and has witnessed many of the one-sided conversations you’ve had with the silent, grumpy slytherin — who was the complete opposite of you in demeanour and attitude. It’s an interesting sight seeing you constantly approach him with your bright smile, sweet face and sparkling eyes, a contrast to his notorious emotionless and cold disposition.
Some people who’ve also witnessed your interactions with Regulus Black couldn’t understand why you were so persistent when he barely said a word back and scarcely showed any interest in return to your friendly advances. They thought you were crazy but you were so bubbly and sweet with everyone, they assumed that it’s just a part of your nature to approach even those who were deemed unapproachable.
And Regulus Black is unapproachable. To everyone — except you.
Regulus never understood you.
Usually, whenever someone brave enough to approach him started conversation, they would get so turned off by his aloofness that they would cut the interaction short and move on. Those that continued to persist, received a glare and offensive remark, which finally shook them off and out of his personal space.
But you.
You love his personal space. He couldn’t so-easily push you away like the others. Your tenacity rivalled the stubbornness of a bull — it was quite admirable. You weren’t deterred by his aloofness nor his ice-cold glare and snide remark. Secretly he was grateful. He’s grown to love your company (though he’d never say it out loud) ever since you shot down his attempt at forcing distance between the two of you.
“Why would you say that? That’s so mean,” your pout was adorable, “and stop trying to look scary,” you poke your finger between his brows and ease the creases in his skin from his glare, “it doesn’t work when you have such a pretty face,”
Pretty…
You love calling him that, although he’d argue that the flattering term suited you much more than him. Growing up, he was told to despise Gryffindors; his brother was the only exception until you came along with your pretty smile, pretty eyes, pretty nose, pretty hair, pretty voice, pretty lips — pretty everything!
…he’d never admit it out loud, however.
He’d never admit a lot of things out loud when it came to you. Maybe that’s why he hardly said anything when you were around him. At least he doesn’t scowl as much anymore, he just holds a blank stare whilst trying to stop a smile from taking over his face.
He likes listening to you a lot more than he does anyone else and appreciates your company very much, even if it’s just to listen to you talk about your day and all the things you’ve done; how you loved the omelette they served for breakfast, how you really wanted to learn how to ride a broom but were terrified of heights, how your favourite subject was astrology and eagerly waited for each lesson, how you love his company and being close to him.
He loves it too, being close to you. You’re warm and soft and he loves your fragrance. Surprisingly, it’s not as sickly sweet as he’d once imagined (and dreaded). Rather, you smelled perfectly floral with a hint of piquant spice that was unique to you. It wasn’t intoxicating, instead, it was calming and Regulus was addicted to the peace you were able to bring into his chaotic life, a life that remained jumbled with no help from his Gryffindor brother, his only brother, someone he still deeply but silently adored.
Regulus appreciated you for being able to give him regular updates on his estranged brother since you were pretty good friends with the Marauders. You were especially close to Remus, which you admitted was due to his level-headedness and calmness. You explained to him that being around such stolid characters were comforting to you because their presence was reassuring. Regulus didn’t understand your reasoning. Although it could be because a creeping jealousy had coloured his eyes green for the tall brunette he had never had the pleasure of officially meeting. Nevertheless, it answered his question on why you so often gravitated towards Remus, especially when distressed.
So… why were you desperately clinging to him when Remus was just across the courtyard?
James was in a frenzy. He had been worried ever since this morning. Ever since meeting you, he had grown to see you as his younger sister and with that, came a an urge to protect you from all things physical and intangible. Therefore, it was only natural for his senses to flood with worry as soon as you mentioned ‘boggart’ over your a plate of your favourite omelette at breakfast. You were going to have your boggart lesson for DADA today.
Consumed by worry, James had rushed to the courtyard as soon as morning classes were over and desperately searched the crowd for you. Remus tried to assure him, confident in your courage as a fellow Gryffindor but that wasn’t enough to quell his anxiety for your condition.
His apprehension was for good reason, it seemed, because for the first time ever! There were tears in your eyes. You were crying. You were sad. Sad enough to sob in someone’s arms. In Regulus Black’s arms!
“WhAt ARe yOU DoING?!” James shouts, his voice cracking and fluctuating from his panicked state as his hands grip and pull at his untamed locks.
For the first time ever, Regulus stutters, “I-I—…uhh!”
James’ eyes widen at Regulus’ shaking hands, hanging suspended in the air, his fingers twitching slightly from his hesitation and inexperience with comforting someone, “YOU IDIOT!” only James Potter would have the nerve to call Regulus Black an ‘idiot’.
In his eyes, James was watching his precious baby sister, who he loves to pieces, sob into the arms of someone she wanted comfort from but had no clue how to comfort her, “HOLD HER!” James demands, “HURRY!”
Finally…FINALLY Regulus hugs you back, one hand on the back of your head to softly pet your hair down as his other circles around your waist and pulls you close. He feels you sob into his shoulder as your shaking hands cling onto the back of his button up shirt. When he focuses on your trembling sobs and usually sorrowful form, an ache takes hold of his heart and he finds himself clinging onto you.
You don’t deserve to cry. You’re far too precious and sweet to deserve experiencing such distress. Whoever did this to you, once he finds the culprit, will have hell to pay…
As soon as you feel the secure squeeze of Regulus’ arms around you, your shaking sobs slowly reduce to pitiful hiccups and faint sniffles. Beside your ear, Regulus whispers soft, kind assurances and you’ve never felt so safe. It escapes you that Regulus was actually speak to you instead of the other way around.
“It’s okay, my flower…” your heart leaps in your chest, “you’re going to be okay; I’m here for you,”
A/N : i had this idea and parts of it written ages ago and rediscovered it while i was on holiday — finally! i got to finish it haha! i hope you lovelies enjoy, this turned out better than i originally imagined it to go
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hello, I hope you're having a good day!
I saw that your requests were open and I was wondering If you could maybe do a one shot / headcanon (whatever you prefer) of Harry falling in love with Hermione's sister who's a lot more edgier than her (maybe in slytherin?) but she's always flirting with other guys and it really bothers him so he works up the courage and confesses?
with happy ending pls?
thanks!!
Yours (Harry Potter x reader)
Warnings: none
The only thing you have in common with Hermione is your last name. You don’t look much like your older sister so when people find out you’re sisters it comes as a shock to some people. You’re in Slytherin and Hermione is in Gryffindor, you were almost glad when you were sorted into Slytherin even though Hermione told you all about how bad Slytherin is. You didn’t want to be associated with Hermione and live in her shadow.
You made lots of friends in Slytherin but also enemies, people would judge you based on their preconceived notion. People just thought you were an object of desire, boys chased you but would never fully have you.
Harry watches you from the Gryffindor table at breakfast as Draco Malfoy gets a bit too close to you. “What does Malfoy want with your sister?” Harry asks jealousy filled in his voice. “Probably doesn’t know she’s my sister yet or he doesn’t care” Hermione says staring at you and Malfoy.
After breakfast, Hermione finds you in the hallway talking to Cormac McLaggen. “A word please” Hermione says, you see Harry standing behind her and try not to blush. You’d had a crush on Harry since you met him, it’s just one of those crushes that never goes away.
You and Harry used to be best friends, Hermione first introduced you in her first year. You and Harry were not as close when you got to Hogwarts but you were still good friends, until his third year. He wouldn’t stop talking about other girls and it made you jealous, that’s when you stopped talking for a while and things between you changed.
“What do you want?” You ask your sister “To talk alone” “She’s fine” Cormac says “Let’s go” Hermione takes your hand “And she is too young for you McLaggen” Hermione says dragging you away.
“We weren’t doing anything, he’s a friend” “They always are.” “What do you want?” You question “Stay away from Malfoy, he has prejudice against muggleborns and if he finds out he isn’t going to be nice about it” “He already knows. He knows you’re my sister too and he doesn’t care.”
“We only want the best for you, It would be better if you stayed away from him, he’s not right for you” Harry speaks up “yeah he’s a git” Ron adds “He called me a mudblood” Hermione says “If it’s that much of a problem I’ll stop.”
You couldn’t stop thinking about Harry, you hoped his disapproval of Draco meant he was jealous. All these years he’d only seen you as a kid and you didn’t want to be a kid in his eyes.
Harry couldn’t stop thinking about you, he knows Hermione would be okay with it if he asked you out, she says it all the time. But the problem is, you might not want a relationship.
The next day Harry noticed you were walking down the hallway with your Slytherin friends. As you approach Harry your friends make some sly comments about him. “Hi Potter” you say with a wave “Hi y/n” he says quickly before you walk past him.
“Why do you like Potter?” Pansy asks “he is Hermione’s friend and he’s quite nice.” None of your friends would ever approve of Harry, just one of the many things keeping you from making a move on him.
Later that day you decided to be alone and go for a walk, you end up sitting outside in the sun to be alone with your thoughts. You were never really alone to think about things properly and all you could think about was Harry.
“Mind if I sit?” You turn to see Harry standing in front of you, the one person you were hoping to see “go ahead.” “What are you doing out here all alone?” He asks “I came here to think, I could ask you the same question” “I was hoping I’d bump into you.”
Somehow you couldn’t believe that “you were looking for me?” “Why do you sound so doubtful?” “Because you and I don’t talk anymore” “Hey, I tried talking to you, you decided you were too cool for me.” “That’s not true, you changed” “So did you” he says.
You stay silent “I’m sorry, I didn’t come here to argue about the past” he says “why did you come here then?” “This is so selfish but I don’t care anymore. I wanted to tell you that I don’t like the guys you are hanging around with, it makes me jealous and I hate being jealous. I know you don’t owe me anything but I still fancy you, would you mind just keeping it low key when I’m around?” It took a lot for Harry to say and you could tell how sincere he is.
You lift his chin up to face you and you press your lips to his he pulls you in closer to him and kisses you back. His arms securely wrap around your body as the kiss deepens. You slowly pull away from him “Only if you promise that I’m all yours” you mumble your faces still close together “I promise.”
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No Longer Yours
James Potter x Female!Reader
IB: In The Cold November Rain by @sweetsweetjellybean (Make sure to check it out, it’s incredible and one of the best I’ve ever read !)
A/N: First, I wanna say thank you to @sweetsweetjellybean for letting me be inspired by her story even though I am stupid, lol, but seriously (not kissing ass), check her series out; it is fantastic. Thank you to everyone for the kind comments, reblogs, and likes. I'm overwhelmed with love, and I'm so thankful that people actually want to read more of what I write but anyways, enjoy!
Summary: James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?
Warning: It may contain swearing and soon-to-be smut.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you all the way?" Your mother asked, squeezing your hand.
"I'll be fine," You caressed her hand, "I'm still your baby, though."
She laughed lightly, "Make sure to write always," She held your face with her hands, "Have fun; it's your last year."
You touched her hand on your cheek, "I will."
You hugged her one last time, taking in her scent. Every time you said bye to her, it was as sad as the first, without you crying and begging to stay.
"Okay," She smiled, taking her hands off your face, "Are you still sure you don't wanna wait for James here? I mean, you've done it all these years."
Little did she know, you had been ignoring James's letters, all 128 of them. He had been persistent, asking you what was wrong and begging for a reply to know you were safe.
You even received a letter from his mother, Euphemia Potter, asking how you were and everything was in Paris. You would never have it in your heart to ignore Ms. Potter, so you replied dutifully and happily.
And then you got a letter from him saying,
Dear Y/n,
Are you really going to reply to my mother and not me?
Sincerely,
Your BEST FRIEND, James Potter.
You didn't reply, scoffing at the bolded best friend. The last letter you received was last week, him telling you he couldn't wait to see you and wanted to talk as soon as he got to you.
Bullshit.
"Yeah," You gulped, "I'm just gonna meet him inside."
"Well, I'm sure he misses you," She started fixing your coat, "I mean, you have been in Paris all of this time, and I just think it would be good for you to-"
You cut her off, pecking her cheek, "Love you!" You yelled, going towards the train.
She shook her head, "Be safe!"
You smiled at her, going through the wall to the train. The feeling still felt the same, nostalgic. This was the last time boarding the train, and it felt sad.
You remembered the first time you ever boarded it. James was practically high on excitement on his first day at Hogwarts. You were scared out of your bloody mind, not wanting to leave your mum and dad.
When you had finally stopped crying and holding onto your mother's leg, James was the one to hold your hand and tell you that he would take care of you.
Maybe that was the first time you had realized James was more than a friend to you, or perhaps you were a naive child.
But either way, he was the one that you needed protecting from. You realized he hadn't been your friend since the fourth year.
But this year wasn't about James; it was about you having the best last year of Hogwarts that you could have ever had.
You boarded the train, moving through the compartments to where Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, and Lily usually were.
Compartment 222.
It was pretty lucky; it is where you guys first met.
You opened the compartment, "Did you guys miss me?"
They excitedly cheered, "Now tell me, Y/n, how many French boys did you end up shagging in France?" Marlene asked.
"I would say about thirty, oui oui." You joked in a French accent as they all started laughing.
You sat down next to Dorcas, giving her a side hug. You saw Lily and Mary whisper something to each other, to which Mary said, "Just say it!"
You could see Dorcas in the corner of your eye, shaking her head no aggressively. Apparently, Marlene was the only one not in the plan, continuing to look at her newsletter.
Your eyebrow raised, "Am I missing something?"
"It's really nothing," Lily nervously said.
"Okay, so what is it?" You laughed.
"Well," Lily fiddled with her fingers, "You know how you specifically requested that none of us tell James that you were replying to our letters and not purposely ignoring him."
You said, "Uhuh." Already knowing where this going.
"Well, I accidentally let it slip out over the letter you had spoken to Marlene and me." She admitted.
Your mouth agape, "Lily."
"I know, I know," She groaned, "It was a total accident."
"How do you accidentally slip something out over letter?" Marlene snorted, earning a glare from Lily, but she still looked at her newsletter.
"What did he say after?" You asked, kneading your forehead.
"Why is she ignoring me?" Lily answered, "I just said it was none of my business, nor was I involved."
The group stayed in silence, waiting for you to reply.
You sighed, thinking about how much James would bother you more now that he knew you ignored him.
"Are you mad at me?" Lily asked quietly.
"No, of course not," You smiled, looking at her, "I just don't want to talk to him and explain everything,"
"Who says you have to?" Mary asked.
You looked at her confused, "I just can't ignore him." You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"And why not?" Marlene asked, now looking at you.
You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. You thought about it harder, and why wouldn't you be able to ignore James? Maybe it was hard because you have never done it before.
"So I just don't reply when he tries to talk to me?" You asked.
"Well, I don't support this, but," Lily started, "You could always just walk away when he says something to you."
"Wouldn't that be mean?" You asked.
"What did I tell you in person and in the letter?" Dorcas asked as you looked at her.
"Give him hell."
"So do it." She said.
They were right; you couldn't keep explaining to James what he did wrong; you just had to be done with him. You missed your friendship, but it took a turn years ago; you never said anything.
And you had to start not caring about him.
"So, how was your guy's summer?" You changed the subject, grinning as Marlene went on about how she perfected her Quidditch skills and would finally be the best chaser at Hogwarts.
Then Lily talked about her poetry that she started over the summer and how her sister had ripped a few of them, but she fixed them with a single swish of her wand and appreciated magic more.
Mary talked about how many soap operas she had seen and how she might even go into it after she graduates from Hogwarts.
Lastly, Dorcas talked about how this year was her year to be a seeker and how she got a whole book collection from her sister in New Zealand.
You began talking about how you tasted so many new foods and learned a bit of French, showing off your knowledge of the profound language.
You were interrupted by someone opening the compartment doors, "Hello," Remus greeted as you stood up to hug him immediately.
He caught you as you almost made him fall over by the movement, "Remmy, how much I have missed you," You said, kissing him on the cheek.
"And Y/n, how was France?" He asked, smiling.
"Quite a bore; every man was all over me; I was getting exhausted," You exhaled, sitting back in your seat.
"Well, if you ever want to get with a real man, I'm here, Y/n," Sirius said, nudging next to you as you looked disgusted.
"Did you have to bring him?" Dorcas asked Remus, rolling her eyes.
"He insisted," Remus shrugged.
"There needs to be some form of restraining order against him by all of us," Mary sighed.
"I thought his STDs were enough of a restraining order for us to keep away from him," Marlene teased.
Sirius interrupted before another insult could be made, "Ladies, this Sirius Black hate train is honestly starting to hurt," He pretended to be hurt.
"Aww, poor baby," You said in a baby voice, pinching his cheek as he swooshed your hand away.
"Now, Y/n, why are you ignoring poor Prongs?" Sirius asked as you wanted to throw him out of the train through the window.
"I thought he told you to dance around the question," Remus snorted.
Sirius disregarded, "What did my poor, stupid boy do this time?"
"I'm afraid it's none of your business, Black." You simply said.
"It is my business when my friend is sulking and bringing down my mood," He explained, "So why are you upset with him?" He asked.
Marlene abruptly laughed, "I'm sorry, but he really thought you would be the one Y/n would say something to,"
Sirius fake-laughed, "Oh McKinnon, I'll be laughing like that when you fall off of your arse on the field,"
Marlene mocked his facial expression as he did the same thing to her.
"May I please just arrive in peace without one word of James Potter? I'm begging." You reasoned.
"Well, at least I can tell him I tried and that Moony was no help." He glared at Remus.
"I told you I wasn't going to talk to her for him; it was all up to you," Remus said as Sirius went outside, and Remus waved everyone goodbye before closing the doors.
You could already tell it was going to be a long year.
After finally sorting the first year, everyone was allowed to dine. One thing you always missed about Hogwarts was the fantastic food; it was always incredible.
You were sitting in between Remus and Dorcas when Remus abruptly got up.
"Where are you going?" You asked, mid-laugh from a joke Marlene had made about Dumbledore and McGonagall in their secret chamber.
"Don't kill me," Remus stated before leaving. You looked confused, and James took the spot in front of you. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your meal.
"Please talk to me, Y/n," James pleaded.
You continued to stay silent, not even giving him a look as you looked at Marlene. She shook her head, and you continued to eat.
"I just wanna know what I did," James begged.
When you still didn't respond, he grabbed ahold of your wrist in an attempt for you to look at him.
"Don't fucking touch me." You spat before getting up and leaving the dining hall, telling your friends you were just gonna meet them in the dorm.
You tried rushing to the common room, but James was behind you.
"Y/n!" He yelled, speed-walking after you.
You continued to ignore him, going to the common room until you were stuck with the singing lady at the door who would not give it a rest.
"You have to talk to me," James demanded while the lady continued to screech.
"I don't have to do a thing you say," You scoffed, "In fact, I would prefer if you screwed off and stopped talking to me."
You went to one of the corridors, trying to escape him, but he followed you.
"Can't you just explain to me what I could've done for you to treat me like this?" He said roughly.
You turned to him, "There is not a single, simple explanation of what you could've done; there is a book of things," You snapped, "And treat you like this? Ever since I fucking stepped foot into your life, you have continued to treat me like shit." You stepped closer, "I stuck with you despite Lily, despite what other people said, and despite what you have shown me."
He continued to stay silent, "And now that I finally stick up for myself, I've done you horribly? Bullshit." You spat, "You have continued to show me exactly why I will never ever love you again, and yeah, for a matter of fact, I did love you, but you don't deserve me and never will."
Your words shocked him, not being able to mutter a word.
"Now you have nothing to say?" You manically laughed, "The smooth-talking and fantastic golden boy that shocked the century has nothing to say? What a pathetic-"
He kissed you suddenly precipitously, his tongue entering your mouth, entangling with yours.
For a second, you were drunk on his mouth, engaging with his kiss with as much passion as he gave you. His hand pulls on your hair lightly, making you moan.
His lips went from your mouth to your neck, sucking hard, red marks into your skin, knowing it would bruise.
Then you remembered everything. You remembered James's bitter words, his voice mocking you, and the boys laughing in the locker room.
You pushed his hard chest off you, breathing hard from the whole interaction. He looked at you, breathing as hard as you; realizing what he had done, he tried to touch your hand, but you pushed him again.
Tears brimmed in your eyes, "You're such an asshole," You cried, going to the Gryffindor common room.
You rushed up the stairs, immediately going into your bed. You couldn't believe what had just happened.
A part of you wanted to be grateful, grateful that you pushed him off, and realized that he only wanted to be with you when he felt convenient.
Another part of you wanted to continue kissing him, laughing with him, hugging him. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you had never figured it would be painful.
What if you had loved James for so long that you didn't know anything but to love him?
It was stupid and pathetic.
You were tired of being stupid and pathetic, you just wanted to move on from James Potter and get away from him, and if that wasn't possible, you had to make him regret being friends with you in the first place.
So you did.
You got up fresh and early in the morning when all of your roommates were sleeping, taking a shower immediately.
You looked in the mirror, your mascara smudged and dark red and purple hickies wearing your skin. You placed a shit-load of powder and concealer to cover up the parts you could.
You tried several spells to cover it up as best as possible, changing into your uniform.
You slipped into the most showing tights you could and wore your skirt from the fifth year that you so obviously outgrew, showing almost your ass cheeks.
You would be thankful not to get a write-up from McGonagall.
You unbuttoned two buttons off the top of your shirt, showing a tiny bit of your bra. It wasn't the most rebellious or seductive, but it could work.
The first challenge of that day was Potions; all of your friends were there, including all of the Marauders. But, thanks to Merlin was also Jacob Carrow's class, the Slytherin Captain that James hated with a burning passion.
They both could not be in the same room without spitting a hateful insult at the other. James once had a dream that you and Jacob had gone out, and he refused to talk to you for an entire day until you convinced him you would never do that.
You never considered yourself a liar.
The only problem was that Jacob was a dickhead, but so was James. You were surprised they didn't get along, maybe in another life.
You went inside Potions with your friend group, and you spotted Jacob Carrow in the back with an empty seat next to him as you told your friends you were gonna sit in the back.
You were thankful none of his friends were around him; it would be ten times more unbearable.
You sat next to him with a wide grin painted on your face, trying not to show your pain.
"Sitting next to me, Y/n?" He smirked, "I thought you were Potter's little puppy."
You tried to ignore your annoyance, "Pets tend to lean away from their owner at points; I guess that's my case." You shrugged.
"I am no Potter; I don't like having little girls follow me and do my shit for me." You could tell he was insulting you, but you stood tall.
"Good thing girls don't like to be in your presence." You snickered.
He smiled, "Love a kitty with claws," He leaned into his chair, "What do you want?"
"Do I have to want something?" You asked, popping your chest out to show your tits as he looked down at your face.
"You finally trying to make your boy toy jealous?" He asked.
You dropped the facade, "Are you gonna help me or not?"
"Control the temper, baby; I just wanna know what's in it for me." His body faced you.
"Isn't James being angry enough?" You asked.
"Nah, I can piss off Potter by just existing." He replied.
"What do you want?" You asked, half-annoyed.
"Meadows on a date with me."
You laughed, "Dorcas would never go on a date with you."
"Then no deal." He said with a fake smile.
"Ugh, fine, I'll talk to her if you just make James's life hell for a few minutes." You said.
"Okay, deal." He smiled, "Do you want me to touch you or,"
"Sure, but don't overdo it." You warned.
"I love when you flatter yourself." He said as James walked in, laughing with the Marauders.
Jacob immediately placed a hand on your thigh, slightly higher than preferred, but you continued smiling.
You started fake-laughing at Jacob's joke, which immediately caught James's attention. You looked behind you, and James's head looked like it would explode.
You looked back at Carrow, touching his shoulder and admiring how much muscle he had.
"What else do you want me to do?" He said through his teeth.
"I'll scoot closer to you, and you can put your hand on my waist." You suggested as he nodded.
You faced the front as Jacob touched your waist, tickling you with his fingers as you laughed.
"Mind keeping it down?" James scowled, "Not everyone wants to fucking hear that shit."
"How about you piss off, Potter?" Jacob mocked as he gripped your waist tighter, which pissed off James even more.
Before James could say another word, Slughorn started the class.
Throughout the class, Jacob would squeeze your thigh or tickle you, almost rising to touch your tits. Whenever he did those actions, you would giggle, earning daggers from James.
Once Slughorn instructed everyone to look inside their microscopes at the different ingredients used in Veritaserum, you took the opportunity to sit on Jacob's lap, looking in the microscope as he bounced you with his knee, causing you to laugh.
This really pissed James off, him storming up to you both. He grabbed your arm, practically flying you off of Jacob.
"Mr. Potter!" Slughorn yelled as the class watched the entire thing.
"Don't you dare fucking touch her," James said brusquely.
Jacob scoffed, "What will you do about it, Potter?" He stood, going closer to James.
You rolled your eyes due to the amount of testosterone in this conversation.
James got closer as you grabbed his hand, pushing him back, "Stop it." You said to him as he looked at you.
He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the classroom to an abandoned bathroom.
"James, let go of me!" You yelled as he pushed you inside the bathroom.
He was fuming, and you could tell which scared you. You hadn't seen him this angry since he lost a Quidditch match against the very man's lap you were on.
"You dragged me in here, so is there something you have to say?" You looked at him angrily, hands on your hips.
"Us not being friends anymore doesn't allow you to be a slut," He ridiculed.
You slapped him, "Don't you fucking dare call me a slut; I can do whatever the fuck I want,"
He wiped his mouth with a smile, "You think he gives a shit about you? He would fuck you and then dump you." He said as he moved closer, and you backed up.
"You don't know a thing," You replied nervously.
"He wouldn't even clean you up after," He continued, "He would let you rot there like a slut," Another step closer, which you took backward. You didn't understand if he purposely tried to intimidate or lecture you.
He didn't stop.
"He would tell all of his friends after," Another step, "He wouldn't dare spare you a minute after," Another step, "You would mean nothing," You were backed into the wall now, "But it's okay because you can do whatever the fuck you want."
"James." You kept eye contact with him, his eyes beaming into yours.
His mouth lowered to your ear, "But I think you want me to give a shit; you wanna see me mad." His hand snaked to your waist, "I guess you win." His body left yours, storming out of the bathroom.
Did you really win?
A/N: Y/n: 2, James 0??? There is also an alternate chapter to this because I couldn't stop writing two plots LOL.
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10 Things I Hate About You
Sirius Black x Evans!Reader
Lily Evans isn't allowed to date. Not until her big sister does. At least, James Potter thinks so. What better way to rectify this than to get Sirius to date her. That shouldn't be hard, right?
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Lily Evans was not allowed to date. At least that was what James believed. He believed the reason she wouldn't date him was because of her sister.
Her crazy twin sister who was a loner freak. She was pretty, sure. Just as pretty as Lily. But she was abrupt, aggressive and, quite frankly, scared most people off. She was unashamed in voicing her opinions, not giving a crap on what anybody thought.
Lily Evans wasn't allowed to date because Y/N Evans wasn't dating. It wasn't a jealousy thing, it was a protective older sister thing.
"You don't need to waste you time on the guys at this school, Lils. You should just be focusing on your studies and getting the best grades you can," she said as she sat, stretched out on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, book open in her lap.
Lily let out a huff and returned to her homework. She knew there was no point arguing with her sister. And, it wasn't even like she wanted to date anybody, it just would have been nice to have the option. Especially when James Potter ramped up the flirting.
James Potter. He stared at her across any room they were both in. Pranks had gone wrong because he was too busy staring at Lily.
He'd asked her out several times. But her answer was always the same. She always turned him down and blamed Y/N.
So, James had to come up with a solution. He liked Evans, so damn much, he just had to get her sister out of the way.
Moony would never go for it. He was already sort of friends with Y/N. Academic rivals who had found friendship. They compared homework, attempting to correct each other. Which worked out great for James, Sirius and Peter.
Peter. Y/N would never go for him. Especially not after she'd caught him peaking into the girls hanging room after quidditch practice.
That left James with one last friend: Sirius. And might have well as been perfect for the job.
Sirius accepted. If it finally got James with Evans, he'd do it. Plus, Y/N was a challenge. If he managed to date her, he'd hate dated the biggest bitch in Hogwarts.
Of course, Sirius had the impossible task of getting her to agree to go on a date with him first.
On Sirius' first attempt, he waited leaned against the wall beside the doorway into charms. It wasn't a class they shared, and Sirius only knew where she was because he'd asked Lily.
So, he'd skipped his own class and waited outside of hers.
The girls in Y/Ns year giggled and batted their eyelashes at Sirius as the walked past. He flashed that ever charming smile, but that was the only attention he was going to give them. They weren't the one he was looking for.
"Hey," Sirius said as Y/N walked past.
She spared him a single glance and kept walked, not answering him.
It was a good thing thing Sirius was a persistent person. He followed Y/N away from her classroom, towards Muggle studies. "You got muggle studies?" He asked.
Y/N snorted. "What do you think?" She mumbled. "Haven't you got any classes whatsoever?"
"I might," he replied, leaning against the wall.
Y/N finally turned to look at him. She wouldn't admit it, but she noticed it, noticed his rolled up sleeves, his loose tie, the way he wasn't wearing his robes.
Sirius Black was undeniably attractive, sure, but Y/N wasn't looking to date. And good facial features weren't the only thing that mattered to her. So far, Sirius was all aesthetically pleasing facial features.
"I might want to stay here and walk to you."
Y/N scoffed and walked into Muggle Studies, leaving Sirius where he was.
***
"I'm telling you, James, she doesn't want me. She wants nothing to do with me," Sirius said as they lounged around in the common room.
James shook his head. "Come one, Padfoot. Every girl wants you, so why doesn't she?"
Before this whole ordeal, Sirius had wanted Y/N, but it was in the same way he wanted every girl. It meant nothing and the feeling would pass as soon as something had happened between them. But the more she rejected him, the more he wanted her.
So, with the help of Remus, the boys devised a plan. They were going to throw a party in the common room. And if Y/N and Lily came, and Lily saw Y/N with Sirius, maybe James might have a chance.
They spent the afternoon preparing everything, getting records together and sneaking alcohol into the grounds. Using the tunnel that led to the shrieking shack, Sirius and Remus managed to get to Hogsmeade. From there it was easy enough to by something to drink and get it back to the castle.
By the time the Gryffindors got back from dinner, the boys had the party in full swing. All that was missing was people.
It didn't take much to convince people to join their party. First, second, third and fourth years were ushered up to bed, since the marauders didn't want to be responsible for a bunch of drunk Fourteen year olds.
It was Peters job to make sure they stayed upstairs while everybody else partied. Sirius' job was handing out the drinks and Remus' job was to keep things rolling while James flirted with Lily.
Y/N was one of the last to make it back from dinner. Her sister had gotten to the common room first, and was already sat on the couch beside Marlene McKinnon, drink in hand.
Once Y/N walked into the common room, she scoffed and went to make her way up to her bedroom.
But Sirius caught her, getting in her way and handing her a drink. "Stay for a while," he said over the music and the chatter. "Have some fun with your housemates."
"I'm busy," said Y/N as she stared at him.
Sirius insisted, pushing the drink into her hand. "One drink, that's all I ask," he said. "Just one drink."
Reluctantly, Y/N took it. But one drink turned onto two, and two drinks turned into three. Soon Y/N was dancing on the table to the Queen records Sirius had put on.
Other students gathered around, laughing and watching as she danced. But Sirius could see it, see her slipping and falling from the table. So, he strode over, pushing his way passed the other Gryffindors, who let him pass without protest, and grabbed a hold of Y/Ns hands.
"Let's get you some air," he called over the noise.
"But I'm having fun!" Y/N shouted back, throwing her head back as she swayed from side to side. "Isn't this what you wanted?"
Sirius practically pulled her from the table. He wrapped his arms around her, leading her out of the common room.
Sneaking through the halls of the castle was hard enough on a full moon. But, with a drunk Y/N Evans clutching onto his arm, it was damn near impossible.
Sirius hid her in an alcove with him, holding his fingers to her lips as Slughorn came past. Y/N let out a giggle and licked Sirius's finger, but he quickly placed his hand over her mouth.
Once Slughorn was gone, it was easy enough to get Y/N outside. Sirius walked her down to the Black Lake, sitting her down against a tree. "How are you feeling?" He asked, sitting down beside her.
Y/N let her head fall against his shoulder. "My head feels fuzzy," she complained, shutting her eyes.
"That's because you've had too much to drink." Sirius pulled a carton of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled one out. He put one between his lips and lit it.
As soon as Sirius took the first puff, Y/N reached for the cancer stick. He gently batted her hand away, wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "You'll throw up if you smoke this," he said and Y/N just nodded his head.
***
She didn't want to talk about it.
Some Gryffindors laughed as they passed her in the hall, but Y/N's harsh glare was enough to shut them up.
She hid herself away in the library, in the darkest corner as she read through books. For one she wasn't studying, reading for the pleasure of it.
When somebody walked towards her, Y/N turned away.
When Sirius Black walked towards her, Y/N scoffed and shoved her nose deeper into her book. If there was one person she didn't want to talk to, it was the person that got her drunk.
He sat opposite her, drumming his black nails against the desk. "How you feeling today?" He asked, using his finger to lower Y/N's book.
She glared and lifted it back up. "Go away, Sirius."
"I'll go away," Sirius replied, "If you go to Hogsmeade with me."
Again, Y/N scoffed. But this time she stood up and walked away from him. She checked her book out of the library and strode out, all while Sirius watched her go.
Goddamn he wanted her.
He needed Remus's help.
Sirius met his friend in the Gryffindor common room. "We need to do something," he said as he paced in front of the fire place.
Remus was sat back, looking cool, calm and collected. Of course he was, he had virtually no part in this whole Lily and Y/N plan. "Do you think it's really fair that you're chasing her just so that James can date her sister?"
Stopping his pacing, Sirius stared at his friend. He wanted Y/N Evans and he wanted her bad.
Remus let out a sigh. "Have you ever noticed that she's always reading these romance novels?"
"So?"
"You'll need to do some sort of gesture, something big and romantic," Remus replied, running his hands through his hair.
Some big, romantic gesture, huh? Sirius could do that.
***
Y/N had never received a howler before. Never, not in her entire life. With her parents being Muggles, they didn't know how to send them. So, when the owl dropped the red envelope into Y/N's lap, her sister stared at her. "Who on earth sent you that?" Asked Lily as Y/N picked it up.
She shrugged her shoulders and unsealed it. Immediately, the red envelope and letter inside became a mouth. A mouth that started singing. "Oh my god," Y/N mumbled, hiding her face from everybody else in the great hall, eating their breakfasts. She'd never been this embarrassed in her life, not even when she'd gotten incredibly drunk last week.
The Howler sang Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy by Queen as Sirius came and sat opposite her, smirking with his ring covered hands clasped together. "This is from you, isn't it?" Y/N asked over the singing.
Instead of answering, Sirius climbed up onto the table. He sang along with the howler, kicking dishes of food away from the table. And, when the song was over, he held out his hands towards her. "Y/N Evans, will you go out with me?"
The embarrassment had turned into laughter. As embarrassing as it was, Y/N loved it. It was amazing. It was the most Sirius Black thing in the world.
But Y/N didn't get to answer him, not when Professor McGonagall came striding towards him and pulled him from the table. He waved at Y/N as he was dragged away to detention.
"What on earth," Lily muttered, shaking her head as Y/N stood up from the table.
"I don't know, Lils," Y/N said and ran office.
She knew exactly where to find Sirius. McGonagall had him in her office, writing line while she watched over him.
Y/N knocked on the door and waited for McGonagall to let her in. When she shouted, Y/N strode into the office. "Hey, Professor. As a Muggleborn student, I have some questions," she said and walked over to the window, pulling McGonagall's attention away from Sirius.
It took Sirius a moment to catch on. So, Y/N kept talking, kept holding McGonagall questions. "So, do how do Muggleborn students come to be?" She asked.
Sirius's eyes went wide. He stood carefully pushing his chair back while McGonagall was turned around.
But she went to turn back. "Like, do I have a magical family member from a few generations ago?" She asked as Sirius tiptoed towards the door. "And, how come Lily and I are both magic but our sister isn't?"
"I'm sorry, Miss Evans," McGonagall said, keeping her eyes on her as Sirius made it out of the door. Y/N got herself ready to run. "But I don't have time for this right now. Can't you see I'm busy?"
"You're right, Professor. I'm sorry," Y/N said and swiftly walked out of the office.
She got away quickly, before McGonagall could call her back and ask about Sirius's whereabouts. Y/N wasn't sure, anyway. Sirius was long gone by the time she got out of the office.
Suddenly, Sirius appeared out of nowhere. He strode forward and tapped Y/N on the shoulder. She turned quickly, ready to tackle her attacker, but when she saw Sirius, she relaxed. She went to say something, but he beat her to it. "Meet me on the astronomy tower later," he said and walked off again.
***
James walked towards Lily and placed his arms around her shoulders. "Word on the street is your sister is seeing Sirius," he said as they walked.
Lily didn't remove his arm, but she didn't give him the time of day, either. She just kept walking, as though James wasn't there. "So, now that your sister is dating, how about I take you on a date?"
"A date, James, really?" Lily asked, finally pushing his hand away.
James nodded his head. "If Y/N is dating, why can't you?"
Letting out a huff, Lily turned to face him. "Okay, if I go on one date with you, will you finally leave me alone?" She asked and James nodded.
One date. All he needed was one date.
***
Y/N made her way up to the astronomy tower. She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a knitted sweater, keeping herself warm as she walked through the castle.
Sirius was already up the astronomy tower, a picnic set up in front of him. He had the blanket, the basket, a candle surrounded by food. It was simple food, sandwiches and snacks.
"Wow," Y/N whispered as she walked over to him.
Sirius grinned and spread his arms. "Surprise," he said and sat on one side of the blanket, gesturing for Y/N to sit opposite him.
She took her seat and Sirius passed her a biscuit. "So, what is the deal with James and my sister?" She asked as she leaned back, looking across the castle grounds.
Sirius shook his head. "He really likes her," he said and ran his fingers through his hair.
Y/N let out a snort. "I think the whole school knows that."
"No, I think the whole school knows that I like you," Sirius muttered with a smirk.
They spoke the whole evening long. Even once the food had been eaten and they were comfortably full, Y/N and Sirius stayed where they were, talking about their lives. Y/N learned about his home life and just how shitty it was. She told him about being Muggleborn and how spiteful her sister was.
They were sat beside each other, Y/N leaning against him as he watched the stars. "So, why don't you date?" Sirius asked her. "You're gorgeous, I know so many guys that would be so happy to be in my position right now, so why am I the lucky guy?"
Y/N shrugged her shoulders. "I've just always wanted to be more focused on my studies," she said.
Suddenly Sirius placed his finger under chin and tipped her towards him. He kissed her, slowly gently, eyes closed as his lips moved against hers. He tasted of smoke and mint, the taste intoxicating. Y/N couldn't get enough.
She ran his fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. Sirius let out a whine and pulled away, resting his forehead against hers. He couldn't stop the smile crossing his face as they just sat there.
There were footsteps, making their way up towards them. Y/N and Sirius pulled away to look at who was approaching.
"Lily," Y/N said as she stood, moving away from Sirius. "What're you doing up here?"
And then James appeared behind her. He grinned when he saw the two of them, both of them breathless. "Thanks, mate," he said as he and Lily came up the stairs.
Y/N stared at Sirius. "What does he mean?" She asked, picking up her things. "Sirius, what does he mean by that?"
"Y/N, listen, you've got to understand-"
But that was enough for her. Y/N turned on her heel and walked away from him, running down the steps and back to the common room.
Sirius spent the next few weeks trying to speak to her. He waited outside of her classrooms and tried to corner her in the common room, but Y/N marched away from him, a furious look on her face.
She was furious. Furious that Sirius had just asked her out for James' benefit, furious that she had fallen for him.
She was hurt, incredibly hurt.
She hated the way she felt around, the way he made her heart flutter. She hated the way his gaze heated her cheeks, hated the way her hand felt in his. She hated the way he smelt like cigarettes, hated the way he tasted of smoke and mint, and hated the way she loved it. She hated that he'd taken her on her first ever date and hated the way she loved it. But, most of all, she hated the way she didn't hate him.
Y/N sat in the common room, reading her book. She was constantly looking around, making sure Sirius didn't appear in front of her.
Suddenly, a couple of books appeared on the table in front of her. They were held together by a piece of twine, held together in a neat bow. Beneath the bow was a small note, her name written on it. Y/N grabbed a hold of it and turned it around.
'Forgive me? - S'
Y/N looked across the common room, meeting his gave. She gave him a quick nod and went back to her book, a grin splitting across her face.
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