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falling asleeep om malfoy
𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- draco malfoy
a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois, the gif sounds like he's saying my favourite- requests are forever open
luv,
tiya
requested- yes
currently playing- forever favourite
warnings- none i think-
"don't fall asleep on me, darlin" Draco cooed
his voice oh damn the lord, it sounded so pretty calling you darling. you'd want to hear it roll of his tongue over and over again. just wanna play it on a loop.
even against his misguided words, he had his hand around you waist, letting you lean on him with your head on his chest. you could hear his pretty heart beating so quickly.
why was he so nervous talking to his friends huh?
he had gone back discussing something about Potter again. maybe that's why his heart was beating so fast. Him and his bloody Potter for Merlin's sake. it was as if he was in love with him.
pottah this, pottah that, potta breathes, potta looked.
Malfoy on the other hand was having a whole panic attack inside his head.
is she comfortable? where do i keep my hand?
am i comfortable for her?
their droopy eyes slowly closed and they'd gone to sleep.
draco malfoy couldn't even pay attention to whatever they were talking about, his favourite subject in the world was in his arms.
his world was in his arms.
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🪩⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊🪄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 . . .
PERCY WEASLEY (masterlist)
others to be added soon
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Hi guys, I am new to all of this so please go easy on me. This is my first post on here and I wanted to let you know what kind of stuff I will write and who for.
What I will write:
Headcanons
Imagine scenarios
Fluff
Angst
LGBTQ+
What I will not write:
Smut (maybe in the future but as of now it is a no)
Incest relationships
Minor x adult (e.g Severus Snape x underage student)
SA/rape
Homophobia, Racism, Transphobia etc
Who I write for:
The Outsiders:
Ponyboy Curtis
Johnny Cade
Steve Randle
Darry Curtis
Dallas Winston
Sodapop Curtis
Two-bit Matthews
The Mighty Ducks:
Guy Germaine
Luis Mendoza
Charlie Conway
Adam Banks
Connie Moreau
Julie Gaffney
Dean Portman
Fulton Reed
Lester Averman
Ken Wu
Jesse Hall
Twilight:
Edward Cullen
Emmett Cullen
Rosalie Hale
Jasper Hale
Alice Cullen
Carlisle Cullen
Esme Cullen
Charlie Swan
Paul Lahote
Sam Uley
Jared Cameron
Leah Clearwater
Embry Call
Quil Ateara
Emily Young
Harry Potter:
Harry Potter
Hermione Granger
Ron Weasley
Fred Weasley
George Weasley
Blaise Zabini
Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
Theodore Nott
Pansy Parkinson
Luna Lovegood
Neville Longbottom
Ginny Weasley
Remus Lupin
Sirius Black
James Potter
Lucius Malfoy
Narcissa Malfoy
Bellatrix Lestrange
Dean Thomas
Seamus Finnigan
Oliver Wood
If you have requests please either comment them or message me
Fair warning, I do not know how to write for a male reader however if you really want to I could give it a go.
UPDATE!!!!
I have decided to start writing for Stranger Things as well, however I have never watched it nor will I ever probably watch it, I know the baseline of the plot but I can always do further research for a story. Here are the characters I will write for, for now:
Steve Harrington
Eddie Munson
Robin Buckley
Nancy Wheeler
Im aware it’s not a very big range of characters but these are the ones I have been focusing on more recently so I will stick to theses for now.
Send requests!!!!!!!!!!
#newwriter#twilight#mightyducks#theoutsiders#harrypotter#fandoms#imagines twilightimagines#themightyducksimagines#harrypotterimagines#theoutsidersimagines#headcanons#imagines#sfw#lgbtq+#angst#fluff#stranger things
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—this love
pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader
summary: mattheo finally asks you to be his girlfriend
warnings: mentions of sex, the scene is literally cuddling after doing it, so there’s that
a/n: i don’t think i’ve ever finished writing something so quickly, also, sorry this is so short, hope this is something that you can imagine happening hehe
inspired by: this request
“can you pass me the lighter, love?”
you reached out towards the nightstand, gripping the blue lighter in your hand. you turned around to mattheo, wordlessly lighting the cigarette that was already between his lips
“smoking’s bad for you, teo” you scolded, turning back around and returning the lighter to it’s original position
“so is sleeping with the dark lords son, but i presume no one warned you?”
you rolled your eyes
mattheo took a drag from his cigarette, before he exhaled the smoke. he held the cigarette away from the bed and motioned for you to come closer.
you crawled back into his arms, your lips eagerly connecting to his. “you taste like nicotine” you grimaced in distaste
“there has been a real genius lost on you, baby” mattheo grinned. you swatted his arm, before you turned your head, resting your cheek on his naked chest.
mattheo and you had been sleeping together since the start of the year. what had started as a once in a while hook up quickly turned into a friends with benefits situation. not that you were seeing other people and after everything you heard he wasn’t either.
“there’s something else i wanted to talk to you about” you could feel mattheo lean over you to put out the cigarette.
“yeah?” you asked curious, resting your chin on his chest and looking at him expectingly. “what’s wrong, teo?” you muttered softly as you noticed his features turning serious. “did something happen?”
“no” mattheo shook his head and send you a reassuring smile “i wanted to talk about us— the thing”
“oh” you made, dumbfounded. since the start of this special relationship you had never once discussed any details and just went with the flow, as mattheo had called it. “do you want to stop this?” you asked curious
“actually—“ he hesitated for a moment
“you can tell me” you smiled and it was as if mattheo immediately calmed down
“what would you say if i asked you to stop seeing other people” you raised your eyebrows
“i would say that i haven’t even started seeing other people”
mattheo smiled and you grinned back.
“good” he nodded in approval “me neither. maybe we could do something together, something non—sexual?”
your eyes were as big as saucers. mattheo wasn’t usually the type to do something that didn’t involve sex. of course you guys were friends before and would hang out together, but not in a romantic sense as he was clearly suggesting now
“mattheo riddle” you pondered “are you asking me on a date right now?”
“no— yeah” he hesitated, before his usual smirk returned, naturally finding back to his normal pace “actually i’m asking you to be my girlfriend”
“girlfriend?” you repeated “yeah, i like that”
“great” mattheo smiled and as if you hadn’t just talked about a whole relationship right now, he grinned at you: “can you pass me the lighter, love?”
“again?” you asked, watching his hand fall to the floor and pick up a cigarette “this is addiction”
mattheo shrugged “or you could kiss me again” he smirked “that would work as compensation”
you rolled your eyes, before you snatched the cigarette away. “okay, i’ll take that”
#mattheo x you#mattheo riddle for example#mattheo riddle x reader#mattheo riddle x you#mattheo x y/n#mattheo riddle#mattheoxreader#harrypotterimagine#harry potter#harry potter headcanon#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys
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Milestones
Pairing: Fred Weasley + fem!reader
summary: A small blurb of a night at the burrow in bed with Fred
Word count: 762
Warnings: none, but lmk
Requests are open
I wrote this in a grand total of fifteen minutes at 1am, so if there's any mistakes please don't mind them, and let me know
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"I'm sorry about my family" Fred whispers so low that I almost don't hear him. I move my head to the side to face him with a frown. I ask, "what?"
"They can be a little much sometimes I know." Fred continues and I find myself even more confused. I place one of my hand's to his face and I ask, "what makes you say that?"
He doesn't say anything, but I don't press, hoping that he will say something anyway. I rub my thumb in soft circles over his cheek, and I shuffle a bit under the covers. He holds my wrist, taking my hand off his face to press a kiss to my palm. Even after dating for a while now, I still get butterflies.
"I've been told that my family comes on a bit strong. Mom with her affection, dad with all his muggle gadgets, Charlie with the dragons-" Fred starts but I cut him off, unable to hear him say anything else, "Fred, no don't say that. I love your family."
"Really?" Fred asks, hesitantly. I nod my head eagerly, and ask, "what made you think that Fred?"
"I wanted you to like me- I didn't want my family to freak you out." Fred replies with a small blush on his cheeks. I smile at him and say, "if you haven't noticed Fred I do like you, that's why I'm your girlfriend."
"Hopefully it stays that way." Fred mumbles as he pulls me closer to him. I nuzzle my face into his chest as he wraps his arms around me. He rests his chin on my head and I don't think I've ever felt more relaxed. He asks, "well aside from my family, how was your day?"
"It was good, I read a new book, it was great." I say as I recall the events of what I'm sure is now one of my favourite books. Fred says, "you can tell me all about it tomorrow."
"But nothing else really, what about you?" I ask him lifting my head up so I can look at his gorgeous brown eyes. He smiles and says, "George and I found a good location for the shop, it's in diagon alley and above it, there is a good apartment-it's all within the budget of course."
"Fred, that's great. I'm so excited for you." I beam at the wonderful news, and I can see that mischievous and excited look in his eyes, the same one he always had when he was about to prank someone, except that this time it was bigger.
"The apartment is great too, two bathrooms, two bedrooms- that is if you don't mind us sharing the apartment with George" Fred rambles, and I blink for a second before realising. I tease, " Fredrick gedion weasley! Is this your way of asking me to move in with you?"
He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly. He says, " I kind of hoped that you wouldn't notice and just say yes. Things have been going well, I just thought that it was time- unless of course you don't want to-"
"Of course I want to, you idiot." I cut him off and nuzzle my head back into his chest. He wraps his arms more tightly around me and he presses a kiss to the top of my head and whispers, "good."
"Its got a big kitchen too since I know you like to bake." Fred says like he's still trying to convince me to move in with him, I would move in with him into a swamp if he asked me to. I reply, "Just some anxiety cookies no big deal."
"It doesn't matter what's their cause what matters is that they're damn good and by the way I love you" He says quickly that I almost don't catch it. My goes go wide and I look up at him and tease, "Crossing off a lot of big milestones today, Fred. What's next you're gonna pop out an engagement ring then tell me you're pregnant"
"Haha very funny" He replies, sarcastically, avoiding my gaze. I continue with a wide grin, I still can't believe he said it, "No seriously should I buy baby clothes, get you my ring size-"
"Go to sleep, love." He whispers before turning to the side to close the bedside lamp. I'm still smiling when I say, "Okay."
I wait a few seconds before pressing a knee to his cheek and wrapping my arms around his torso. I say, cheerfully, "I love you too by the way, goodnight."
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Across the Room
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George Weasley x Reader
Set to “She” by Harry Styles
It had been a while since you had gone to a party. Your friends convinced you to go out after a long week of work. You picked out one of your favorite casual party outfits, a pair of jeans, your favorite pair of burgundy Doc Martens, and a plain black long sleeve that was very low cut.
Ravenclaw was hosting tonight. The Ravenclaw common room was stunning, with massive windows that offered a view of the Great Lake and the mountains in the distance. At night though, the view of the stars was enough to put the most beautiful Veela to shame. You and your friends headed to the common room now, the drafty halls making you cross your arms to preserve body heat.
The party was crowded by the time you got there and you all immediately headed to the drinks table. You downed a shot and grabbed a glass of alcohol. Your friends moved to the makeshift dance floor and started dancing to the music. Your eyes wandered the party, subconsciously searching for the one pair of eyes that you wanted to meet.
And there he was. George Weasely. He looked up from his conversation and met your eye contact, holding each other’s gaze for just moments too long. He winked at you and went back to his conversation. The tension that stretched between you two across the room was tight.
You had been good friends with George since your first year, but lately things have felt different. The flirty banter no longer felt like a joke. You often found excuses to get George alone or touch him. And he was doing the same.
You surreptitiously kept shifting closer to George and your group of friends did not notice much to your good luck. George and Lee Jordan also seemed to be moving closer to you. The alcohol flowing through your veins felt golden and fizzed with each beat of the music. You looked to George again only to find him already staring at you. It seemed as though there was a golden aura around him. You wanted to reach out and touch it.
He finally abandoned his conversation with Lee and pushed past people to get to you. It was loud so he had to lean into you to say his hello. You could smell his familiar scent as well as a cologne that made your heart beat just a little faster.
When you leaned in to talk to him, you put your hand on his shoulder. He was taller than you so you had to slightly raise your toes to reach his ear. Someone pushed past you and in doing so, the front of your body crushed right into George’s. He put his hand out behind your back to keep your balance.
You looked up at him and saw him gazing down at you. His eyes were dripping with lust. Nothing mattered anymore. The people around you faded to background and the music only became the guitar that pounded throughout the room. His lips met yours with a fire that burned through your skin. Finally.
#georgeweasley#harrypotter#harrypotterimagine#georgeweasleyimagine#imagine#george weasley x reader#george weasley x y/n#george weasley x you#Spotify
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Hi All!
Hello, all 503 of you! I took a very long hiatus, and have returned in all of my writing glory to continue certain series, rewrite other ones, and continue with my single posts!
So, if you had a request I never got to, and you still want me to fulfill, or you still want to be tagged when I get back to writing my series, just comment on this post or send me a pm and I would love to get back into the swing of things!
I've missed you all, welcome home.
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dear parents
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Sirius Black x daughter!reader, Fred Weasley x reader
Warnings: toxic relationships, divorce, parents fighting
Summary: You open up to your dad about why you are afraid to be with Fred
A/N: this is inspired by the song dear parents by sundial because i’ve been obsessed with it for a few days
You loved your parents. Really. They had raised you well, loving you and making sure you had a good life. It was thanks to them that you were the person you were; confident, smart, kind (and a little cocky, let’s face it. Sirius Black was your father).
You loved them and they loved you.
And you knew that they loved each other. You had seen that love growing up. They was your dad lit up at the sight of your mum and how she would make sure to take care of him whenever he was stressed due to work.
They loved each other, even after they had split up.
But, that was the problem.
“Hey, love.” A pair of arms wrapped around you from behind, a body pressed against your back. A familiar head of ginger hair appeared in the corner of your eye as Fred rested his chin on your shoulder.
Your dad had told you that you would be staying at the Weasley house for a few days since he heard that Harry and his parents were here. He told you it was so you could hang around with your friends instead of your ‘old but cool dad’. You knew that he just wanted to see James.
“Good morning, Freddie.” You greeted back, fighting the blush that threatened to appear. You tried to focus on making your tea, though the heat from the redhead seeped into your back and was very distracting.
“Always a good morning when I get to see your beautiful face.” He mumbled against your neck. You rolled you eyes playfully at the line, though you couldn’t ignore the wild fluttering of your stomach.
You turned around in his hold, since he refused to take his hands off of you for even a second.
“I’m not wearing makeup, my hair is tangled and I’m still wearing my pyjamas.” You said. “Still think I’m beautiful?”
“You’re always beautiful to me.” He replied seriously, his eyes burning into your face. “Especially when you’re all natural.”
It was impossible to smother the smile that pulled at your lips. Fred noticed and grinned back, kissing your cheek as your dad and uncle entered the kitchen.
“I’ll see you later.” The redhead shot you a wink as he left the kitchen, practically skipping out.
“Not one word.” You warned the older males once seeing your dad open his mouth.
“I was going to say that you should ask him on a date.” You dad insisted, surprising both you and James.
“You were what?” James asked.
“He’s a good kid and I can tell that he cares about you.” Sirius shrugged. “You deserve someone like that.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You said.
“Why not?” Your dad frowned, walking over to you. “Do you not like him?”
“Of course I do.” You admit. “I just- I don’t think it would work.” You left the room before either male could say anything else.
Sirius and James shared a look.
“You should talk to her.” James said.
“I will.” Sirius promised. “But she would want it to be just us. If I ask her about it in format of people she’d just joke about it.”
“Sounds like another Black I know.” James snickered as the two left the kitchen.
“Yeah, Reggie really needs to work on that.” Sirius said. James rolled his eyes.
“And then the firework went off. It flew around the room and set George’s bed on fire. Mum was furious but couldn’t tell at us because our ears were bleeding. You should have seen her explaining what happened to the nurse at St Mungos.” Fred laughed at the end of his story.
“Merlin,” You sighed. “How are you two still alive?”
“To be honest, I’m just as surprised as you are.” He grinned up from where his head rested in your lap. You smiled back down, running fingers through his hair.
You two were in the attic, which had been decorated to be more comfortable. You sat on the sofa facing the big window, a blanket thrown over Fred and hot chocolates in your hands.
You turned your attention to the rain hitting the window. You loved rain. When you were younger, your parents and you used to sit at the window seat in your room, your mum reading a book to you as you cuddled into your dad.
It was just one thing from a list of things that had ended when your parents split.
“Are you okay?” You realised that Fred was now sat beside you, watching with furrowed brows, concern shining in his eyes.
“Yeah.” You nodded, forcing a small smile. “I just…I used to do this with my parents.”
“I’m really glad that you decided you could do it with me.” He said. You were grateful he didn’t continue the talk of your parents. “It’s really relaxing.”
“Well, with your life you need to relax a little.” You teased.
“I relax plenty.” He said, faking offence. You raised a sceptical brow and he pouted. “I relax!” He insisted, moving forwards to tickle your sides. “Admit it.”
You squealed, trying to move away from him, only succeeding in making you both fall on the floor. He straddled you as he continued tickling you.
“My dad taught me not to lie.” You managed in between giggles.
Fred paused, letting you catch your breath. He smiled down, admiring your flushed features and shining eyes.
“You really are beautiful.”
You blushed a little as he got off you, helping you up. The two of you were stood barely a centimetre apart, him staring down at you with adoration in his eyes.
Slowly, he slid a hand to rest on your waist and another to the back of your head. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he leaned a little closer.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered. “I really want to kiss you.”
Your head screamed that it was a bad idea.
“Please.” You heard yourself answer. Fred wasted no time at all before his lips were on yours.
You had heard people say they felt fireworks when they kissed someone. But you felt none of that. It just felt right. Natural.
Fred deepened the kiss for a few seconds and your hand fisted his shirt, returning all the passion. You pulled apart after a few seconds but kept your eyes closed for a while before finally opening them. Fred was staring at you, looking happier than ever.
The full impact of what had just happened hit you.
“I-I-“ You stuttered. You had to get away. “Excuse me.” You practically ran out of the room, hearing Fred call after you and footsteps follow.
As soon as you reached you room, you closed and locked the door, breathing heavily.
“Do I want to know?” You jumped, spinning around at the voice. Your dad was perched on your bed, staring at you curiously.
“Uh, I don’t- you- he-“
“Y/N?” Fred’s voice called from the other side of your door. “Y/N, please open the door. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to pressure you or-“
“You didn’t.” You replied. “I just- can you give me some space?” Your tone was a little harsher than you intended.
“Sure.” Fred said and you hated the sad tone of his voice. You could hear him walk away from your door.
“Ignore my earlier question,” Your dad said. “I want to know.” He made room for you on your bed. You sighed a little as you sat and were grateful he gave you some time to sort your thoughts.
“Fred kissed me.” You said finally.
“And you didn’t want him to?”
“No. I mean, yes. I wanted him to. I really wanted him to.”
“Okay.” You could hear the confusion in your dad’s voice.
“I want to kiss him and go on dates and just be with him.”
“But?”
“But I’m scared.” You admitted. “I really like him, dad. He’s so amazing and special.”
“So are you, sweetheart.” He said softly.
“I know. That’s not why I’m scared.”
“So, why?” He frowned. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what you were about to admit.
“Because of you and mum. The only love I’ve ever really witnessed was between you two. You were so great together at first. You were so in love. But then you started to argue more. I remember you once fought during a Christmas dinner over your job. And that trip we took for my birthday, you barely spoke. What if that’s what happens to me and Fred? I don’t want to lose him.” You looked at him, your cheeks wet. “I don’t want to have a love like you and mum.”
He smiled softly at you, wiping your tears.
“Sweetheart,” He pulled you into his side. “I loved your mum. I loved her so much. But the thing was, I wasn’t in love with her. We only really decided to marry because she got pregnant with you. We tried to make things work but you can’t fake being in love. You and Fred have that. You don’t need to pretend.” He hugged you. “You won’t end up like me and your mum.”
“I’m afraid.” You said quietly.
“That’s a good thing. If your scared, it means you really are in love. James was scared with Lily, and they’ve been together for almost fifteen years now.”
“Were you scared with Remus?”
“Absolutely terrified.” He grinned. “But I had you to support me. Now you have my support.” He kissed the top of your head. “Now go get your man.”
“Never say that again, please.” You laughed a little as you stood, kissing his cheek. “Thanks dad.”
Sirius watched you go with a proud smile. Yeah. He had a great child.
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hi lily. i want a sub harry and dom reader smut stat. if not i will haunt you forever. thanks love you :)
hello marvelyn, please do not haunt me:)
Good boy.
Pairing: Sub!Harry + Dom!reader.
Warnings: Thigh riding, swearing, very very slight nipple play, degradation, slapping.
It started off as innocent snogging, Harry straddling your hips, his arm’s around your neck as your back was against the headboard. Your hands were rubbing his thighs, lightly grabbing his ass at some points.
Your lips were smothering together sloppily as Harry softly grinds his hips forward against your stomach.
You moved your lips downward, to attach to Harry’s neck. He breathed heavily, tilting his head slightly to give you more access to his throat.
“Can i—“ He chokes on his words as you bite harshly on the sensitive spot under his ear.
“Can you what?” You questioned him, slightly mocking, still kneading the soft flesh of his bare thighs. He had boxers on, but that was it. You were fully clothed, but he was just in his underpants. It just thrilled him more knowing how he was almost fully exposed to you.
“Can i,” He swallowed harshly, his lust filled eyes staring right back into yours. “Your—uh—“ He looked down at your clothed thighs and imagined himself rutting against the fabric. It made his cock twitch in his boxers.
Your eyes also flickered down at your thigh, you smirked slightly, and looked back up at him. “Wanna fuck yourself on my thigh?”
He looked as though he had to swallow down a groan, and just nodded, lightly biting his bottom lip.
“Go ahead, do it then.” You snaked your hand up his chest and toward his nipples. You caught one between your fingers and it made Harry suck in a sharp breath.
He moved to straddle just one of your thighs, and slowly rocked his hips forward. The feeling was enough to send his mind reeling. He closed his eyes, his hands going to grip your shoulders.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” You mocked sweetly, before dropping your sweet facade and gripping his hips tighter to drag him down and forward.
He threw his head back in pure ecstasy as you pulled his hips harder on your thigh. “F-Faster.”
You lifted your hand from his left hip to slap him. Not hard, but harsh enough to make him moan as his head was lightly shoved to the side. “Don’t tell me what to do, you slut, move yourself faster.”
He moved himself as fast as he could, trying to reach his high as soon as possible. But, the odds were definitely not in his favor if he’s doing it with you.
You would edge him until the end of time, but that obviously was not in his head at the moment. What was screaming through his brain was the mixture of pleasure and pain you were sending through his body. The slightest touch could make his head spin.
His glasses were tilting off his head, but as he wildly dragged his hips along your thigh, you reached up and made sure they were right back onto his nose. Wouldn’t want them to fall off and break.
He looked down at his erection almost stringing out of his boxers. There was already a wet patch on the front, and you’d never pass up the opportunity to tease him for it.
“You’re about to cum already, aren’t you?” You snickered quietly, moving your hand toward his cock that was rubbing against your thigh with his every move and reached inside his boxers to rub the precum around his tip.
“Ah!” He moaned, nodding, bucking his hips up off your thigh at the feeling of your hands finally on his dick.
“Did i tell you to stop, dumb fuck? Don’t stop rutting against my thigh like the little bitch you are until you’ve came at least four times.”
Marvelyn i know it’s short, please dont attack me, be grateful for what i’ve given you.🙄
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ciao, amore. | tom riddle
The ruby-green of his necklace reflected onto the ground.
He stood above me, looking down.
Even in such a position where my life was on the line,
I would do anything for him without hesitation.
“You should’ve seen this coming, darling.”
is deep voice rings through my ears.
“I’ve been cold without you, everyday was blue, icy almost.
but now, my lord, now that you’re here, it’s all green.”
I reply, trembling yet smiling.
“is it now?, I have the effect do i?”
He asks as he crouches down beside me.
I try to move my arm to touch him, but i was chained to the ground.
He chuckled as he grabbed my face carefully,
“why are you trying to leave? darling, you know you’re never leaving.”
he emphasised the never, assuming i wanted to.
“I will never leave, my lord. I don’t want to, my salvatore.”
He chuckled once again,
“I know you won’t and I know you don’t.”
slowly, he pulled out a sharp object, a knife, out of his back pocket.
“I’m just making sure you won’t.
ciao, amore.”
he smirked as he plunged the knife into me.
Yelping, I still managed to smile.
All because here I was,
dying in the hands of a foreign man happily.
My Salvatore, Tom Riddle.
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Hi! I hope you’re having a great day! I had an idea for a fic and I thought I’d send it to you!
Theodore Nott or Mattheo Riddle x fem! Reader
The readers on her phone relaxing after spending all Saturday on homework, and she opens tiktok and watches edits edits of her boyfriend and watches some for like hours and then he walks in- (stay with me bestie-) and she dosent notice, and she’s gotten really horny, needy and turned on *cough* maybe she goes on character ai to try to make her miss him less and she’s just super horny- he sees her watching edits of him and it’s just super smutty?
A/n: Also this is my first time requesting! I sent this to a couple of my favorite fanfic authors bc I didn’t know who would respond, I love your work pls keep it up!!
p e r f e c t i o n
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- theodore nott
a/n: thelloo my darling, i am so sorry it took so long. i couldn't choose which character to do, so both are uploaded, one is the copy paste of the other except their names [ofcourse] so there isn't much difference, tysmm for requesting and i hope you're happy with how this turned out :)
p.s i love you and this literally has me giggling and smiling
requested- yes
currently playing- forever favourite
warnings- this is set in a modern au, here he's a famous actor
you placed your pen down, a clicking sound was heard as the cap enclosed the nib. you uncross your legs and make way to the couch with your phone on one hand, ready to take a well deserved break.
you opened TikTok, the symbol animatedly popping up as her for you page loaded. there was something so addictive about it, not that of the app, but how the edits and controversies of your boyfriend pulled you in for hours.
the thing was, the both of you had an argument and you're missing him more than usual. you long for him to grab your thighs, the neck kisses, his fingers running down you as if to sculpt you.
from POVs to edits to just scenes of him had you captivated. just the thoughts of him doing what they claimed. you found yourself rewatching an edit of his thighs. for some reason they turned you on so much. his walk, his arms, the way he moved, how could he do it all so seductively.
was it getting hot in here?
you instinctively started unbuttoning your shirt and removed your shorts, leaving you in a pretty set. you were home alone anyway, who would be bothered? but god didn't he love that set. you rested on your stomach as you encountered an audio, a one with Theodore Nott fucking you. you could feel yourself practically melt with his voice draining all thought and reason on your mind.
his slow footsteps took him to the bedroom which's door was slightly ajar his hand preoccupied with takeout.
fuckfuckfuck
you eyes look up to see the the biggest grin. he though he'd won. he knew you wouldn't go too long without him. it made you upset. but at the same time, his barely buttoned up shirt was loosely hung and his trousers outlined his visibly growing bulge.
leaving the food gently on the desk facing the door, he lifted you up from the bed with his hand under your thighs, placing you on top of his study.
his eyes ran through the pretty blue lace, he always said it looked lovley on her skin. he closed the gap between her, your breats pressed against him.
"I'm sorry my love, but i don't mind fucking you while you're still angry at me. it quite turns me on."
Theo backed you up against the wall, his mouth warm and heavy on yours as your fingers hooked his belt buckle. you were far from angry, you were ready to end him, oh and he knew. he would be dying today, but atleast it would end with his face berried in your pussy.
“sweetheart..” he held his palm out to you, pressing you against the cold wall as his chocolate eyes gazed you in absolute awe.
you pulled Theo by the tie, his hands swiftly picked you up and dropped you ever so gently on the centre of your bed. you push his standing figure on his back roughly as he just has the most blissful expression on his face.
you leaned over Theo and gently placed a feather like kiss on his abdomen, your fingernails gently paving a path down him, reaching towards his abs, the hard muscle were as if god himself had taken the time to sculpt it for you.
you slowly mount him, ghosting above him slightly.
"you have such an annoying face Nott."
that was absolutley untrue. is face was perfection. it was gorgeous and defined and just perfect.
"sit on my annoying face then baby" he murmured. it was soft and kind.
you crawled to the head of the bed, "you’re fuckin perfection." you muttered, pressing a gentle kiss on his jaw as he positioned his hands round your hips, pulling you on top of his face. you settled in, your legs locked on either side of his pretty head. one arm was resting on his chest lightly as the other played with his soft curls.
"fuck" you moaned, his lips spread under you only sucking harder, the sensation making you shudder. you were already dripping and he's just gotten started.
"darling-" he shushed himself off as you moaned, your fingers entangled in his brown hair as he lapped up your juices, quickening his pace.
his tongue lightly ball room danced around your clit as you came and your hands switched to the bedsheet so you don't nearly pulled his hair from his roots. he was memorized with the feeling of your thighs tightening
he continued his pace and as if muscle memory you gripped his hair again,
"fuck-"
you moaned out as he gripped your thighs, acting as if he could swallow you whole.
another orgasm.
and another.
one by one, they all fell into order.
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Howler
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader
Written: January 6th, 2021
Posted: January 6th, 2021
Warning: None.
Word Count: 1,033
Summary: The reader receives a break up howler.
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"I’ll see you after last period.” Your boyfriend spoke, littering kisses along your cheeks.
Frowning, you had forgotten you already made plans. Pulling back slightly, you dropped your gaze to the ground. “I...uh...I already have plans.” You muttered.
“What? With who?”
“With...With Draco...” Your voice trailed off. Quickly, you dared to gauge his reaction. His nose was flaring, as his eyes hardened.
“Again?” He spat. “That’s the tenth time this week and it’s only Tuesday!”
Flinching at his words, you shrugged.
His anger began seeping out of him, as fear washed over you. Taking a step back from him, you felt yourself on high alert.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you quickly rushed out of his room into the Hogwarts corridors. As you made your way through the halls, tears had begun sliding down your cheeks.
Glancing back over your shoulder, you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. It didn’t take long before you rang straight into someone.
Whirling around, you began apologizing before you got a look at who the culprit was.
“I’m so sorry...I...I wasn’t watching-”
“Y/N?” Draco’s voice questioned. “Are you alright?” His voice laced with concern.
“I...I..” You stuttered as you lifted your gaze to his. Frowning, the tears began forming in your eyes. “No.” You shook your head before a sob wracked through your body. Before you could stop yourself you hurled yourself at Draco.
Wrapping his arms around you, he rubbed your upper back in an attempt to soothe you. It wasn’t much longer before he began cooing in your ear.
“You’re okay.”
“It’ll be okay.”
You clung onto his robe for dear life, as you sobbed into his chest.
Reaching up, he cradled the back of your head as he pulled you impossibly closer to him, as you stood in the middle of the hallway clinging to each other.
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Sighing, you made your way towards the Gryffindor table. Finding the Golden Trio, you sat beside Hermione during breakfast.
Sitting with food on your plate, you moved it around with your fork as you let out sigh after sigh.
Someone had slipped a red envelope beside you. Gazing around, you attempted to see the person who had placed it by you. Shrugging, you opened it.
“Y/N Y/L/N.” The Howler hissed.
Gasping, you gazed at the red floating envelope before you.
“How could you cheat on me? And with all people, Draco Malfoy.” It spat.
The voice in the Howler was your boyfriend’s you recognized.
“I can’t believe you would do such a thing. Betraying my trust...”
As the Howler went on and on, the more people turned to watch or listen. Heat began dancing along your cheeks, as you locked eyes with Draco.
Once it had ripped itself up, the great hall seemed to have ceased all its conversations to listen in.
Gazing around the room, everyone’s eyes seemed to be on you. Feeling your palms sweat, you stood up before bolting out of the Great Hall.
Rushing through the hallways, you hadn’t heard the sound of footsteps following you.
“Y/N, wait!” Draco called from behind you.
Coming to an abrupt halt, Draco wasn’t expecting caused him to crash into you almost causing you both to tumble to the ground.
“I’m so sorry.” You spoke. “I...I didn’t mean to get you caught up in this.” You muttered, dropping your gaze to the ground.
Grasping your jaw, he lifted it forcing you to look up at him.
“I got involved because I wanted to.” His voice sounding like silk. “I...I have feelings for you, Y/N.”
“You do?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow.
Draco scoffed before rolling his eyes. “Why do you think I wanted to spend so much time with you? Surely not because I’m bad a Divination.”
Finding yourself at a loss for words, your jaw hung open slightly. Draco took a couple of steps towards you which allowed his chest to be snug against yours.
Leaning down, he rested his forehead against yours as your breaths begun to mingle. Nudging your nose gently with his, he tilted his head.
“Can I kiss you?” He breathed out.
You hummed. “Yes.”
Placing his lips gently on yours, the was short and sweet. Pulling back slightly, Draco attempted to gauge your reaction. Leaning back in, he nipped at your bottom lip, before sucking it. A pleasurable gasp fell from your lips.
Placing your lips back on his, you took his bottom lip between yours before you lightly bit it. Moving back slightly you took his lip with you, earning a groan from him. Releasing his lip, it snapped back in place. Your hands found their way to his robe, grasping his waist in hopes of keeping him in place. His hands laced in your hair, holding you to him.
Taking a few steps back, your back collided with the cool wall of the hallway. Gasping, your mouth fell open allowing Draco to slip his tongue in. You moaned at the sudden contact.
Sliding your tongue against his, it was his turn to moan. Closing your lips around it, you sucked gently causing Draco to release a deep groan. One of his hands that was interlaced in your hair, slid down cradling your jaw in the process. Sliding further down, he wrapped his hand gently around your throat, giving it a soft squeeze.
Groaning, you pulled away letting your head rest against the wall. Placing kisses along your cheeks, he nipped along your jaw before placing open-mouthed kisses along your throat, alternating between kissing and sucking. It wasn’t long before the column of your throat was littered with love bites.
“Mr. Malfoy! Miss Y/L/N!”
Gasping, you gazed at each other with winded eyes, before Draco turned slightly leaving his body to cover a majority of yours.
Gazing around the boy, you were face to face with one of the many teachers at Hogwarts.
“Detention! Both of you!”
Draco turned around, gazing downward at you. A grin made it’s way to his lips in the process. Having a hunch of what he might be smiling about, you returned his grin before grasping his hand. Bolting down the hallway, a fit of chuckles and giggles could be heard.
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"why are you always flirting in near death situations?" With Mattheo and bestie reader or girlfriend reader please. I love your imagined so much and this is my first time requesting 🥺
—willow
pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader
summary: mattheo has a brilliant idea for a date.. not
warnings: mentions of sex, a bit suggestive but no actual smut
notes: this was so fun to write anon, thank you!! please send more of these asks in the future! at the moment i mostly enjoy writing for mattheo or theo (or theo and belle -> from my fic call it what you want)
"this was the stupidest idea ever" you mumbled walking next to mattheo "you really outdid yourself this time"
"isn't it romantic?" he gestured in the air around you
you looked around confused "horrifying is more the word i would use"
"don't be so negative all the time" mattheo outstretched his arm and intertwined your fingers "this is the perfect spot for a quickie" he smirked
"you disgust me" you rolled your eyes, while still watching around you uncertain. mattheo had dragged you outside for a walk. in the forbidden forest. at night. "you really are pushing your luck"
"ahh" mattheo almost made a noise that sounded like a giggle "you wouldn't leave me"
"go on with that behaviour and you'll find out" you smiled sarcastically. mattheo relaxed when you squeezed his hand "can we please go back now?" you muttered
"are you scared?" mattheo laughed
"of course not" you shook your head "i just don't want to explain why my boyfriend disappeared"
"are you planning to murder me?"
"no body, no crime" you shrugged
"yeah.." mattheo trailed off and you grew suspicious
"matty?" you asked
"huh?"
"you do know where we are... right?"
"pfff" mattheo looked behind you "of course" he raised his arm to point in a general direction "there's that thing back there"
"you have no idea" you sighed, more to yourself than to him
"i was busy looking at you"
"don't do this right now" you breathed "this is just great" you turned around, trying to find a hint of the way that would lead you back to the castle "did you never read hansel and gretel?"
"what?" he asked flabbergasted
"the muggle tale about the siblings getting lost in the forest, who find their way back using bread crumbs" you got a bit heated and started speaking louder
"no?" mattheo replied offended "why would i?"
"because we are in the exact same position as they were, aren't we? where are our bread crumbs?"
"i'm not sure what you mean, the kitchen has been closed for hours" he said confused
"i'm not talking about actual bread crumbs" you replied frustrated while messaging the space between your eyebrows.
"ooh, yeah.. i understand what you mean" matty nodded and for a short second you had the hope that he put a bit of planning into this idiotic idea "whatever the equivalent of bread crumbs is.. i did not bring it" mattheo admitted and shrank under your gaze
"did you bring anything? a map at least?"
"ehh.. no"
"what was your plan exactly, matty?" you crossed your arms
"well" mattheo said, scratching his neck "my plan was to come here and have sex behind a tree. yeah.. that was it"
"do you ever think with your head?"
"not about you, no"
"okay" you tried to calm yourself down "i'm gonna get us out of here"
"i'm so proud to have such a brilliant girlfriend"
"flattering won't get you anywhere tonight, baby" even though his strategy didn't work, mattheo was glad that you didn't seem as angry as before
"sure" he nodded "what are we gonna do"
"first we're--" you paused, suddenly noticing something that send a shiver down your spine
"baby?" mattheo asked, confused why you had suddenly stopped talking "is everything alright?"
"no" you shook your head, before you grabbed his arms, gently turning him around so he could see what you did
"shit" mattheo said as he noticed the webs and the signs, that had warnings of spiders plastered all over them
"this is my worst nightmare" you panicked. there was nothing, really nothing in the world you were more scared of than spiders. mattheo knew that. his eyes softened as he noticed you shaking and grabbing at his hand.
"don't worry" mattheo whispered to calm you down, suddenly remembering something very important "i did bring a map" he took out a parchment and held it in your direction. theo had been as impressed as you by mattheo's stupid idea, so he had drawn a map, just to make sure you both would survive the night. "theo coulnd't talk me out of it, but he gave me this"
"i need to tell theo that i love him" you said relieved. theo's handwriting was neat, so you had no problem to read what he had drawn.
"this kinda turns me off, baby"
you send mattheo a look. "you better be kidding. why are you even turned on in the first place?"
"you look so hot in that dress" mattheo smiled "my pretty lady" he kissed you on the neck longingly
"why are you always flirting in near death situations?" you asked, impressed how he was still able to concentrate on sex while you were literally surrounded by possible danger
"we're not dying, are we?"
"i suppose?"
"i will never not get turned on by you as long as i can breath"
"matty" you giggled as he sucked on your sweet spot "i'm not gonna have sex with you right now and definitely not here"
"too bad" mattheo acted disappointed "how about my room? i'll get rid of theo"
"don't you think he already did enough for us tonight?" you asked, raising theo's map "we can go to my room" you sighed "but get us out of here first"
"yes ma'am"
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You're in love
Pairing: Ron Weasley + fem!reader
Word count: 8502 (DAMN)
Summary: A (LONG) one shot inspired by Taylor Swift's song you're in love from 1989.
Warnings: none, I believe, but let me know.
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The music was blasting loudly all over the room, they would’ve been scared to get caught if professor McGonogall wasn’t too happy herself. The room was dim, and the disco lights (that some muggleborn had conjured up) were the only light source available. Everyone was dancing, except for me, I was looking for someone.
The Quidditch team was surrounded by everyone, giving them pats on the back and telling them how good they played. We did play well today, after all we did win the cup, but no one patted me on the back because I was too busy, I was looking for someone.
I scan the room again from on top of one of the couches, I get a better view of the room from up here. The fifth years and above all had red cups in their hands, filled with alcohol, I could smell it. The people that were younger than fifteen had similar red cups except that they were filled with soda instead. I should’ve had one myself, but I was looking for someone.
“You did really well today.” Harry interrupts my search as he looks at me with a smile. I smile back and hop off the couch. I say, “We all played really well.”
“You scored a lot of goals.” He says, and I shrug my shoulders at the attention and say, “It wouldn’t have mattered if you hadn’t caught the snitch.”
“It was a team effort.” A new voice says from behind me, and I feel a hand on each of my shoulders. Fred and George are standing behind me and they look at me before asking, “Mind if we steal Harry for a bit?”
I shake my head, and they look at Harry with a mischievous look in their eyes. Harry’s eyes go wide with fear, before Fred lifts him up on his shoulders. The room goes wild again as Fred leads Harry to the centre of the room. A small smile cracks on my face as I watch everyone celebrate again.
I look around the room again, and I try to find him, but I can’t see anything because why were seventh years so tall? I turn around and hit someone flat in their chest. I look up to find George looking at me. He says, “He’s across the room, on the other side.”
“Who is?” I ask, and he gives me a pointed look with a smirk, as if he can’t believe that I don’t think he knows. I do know that he knows, I think everyone but him knows. George leans down, so I can hear him better. He says, “The one you’ve been looking for all night, and won’t celebrate without.”
I feel a blush coating my cheeks, but he’s right, every word. I have been looking for him all night, and I haven’t celebrated at all despite our victory because I’ve been looking for him all night. I mutter, “Thank you.”
George seemed satisfied because he gave me another teasing grin before he left to go into the middle of the common room to join the celebration and probably help Fred lift Harry up. I make my way to the other side of the room, but it’s hard to see with the dim lighting and the sheer amount of people in this room.
I push through several people and I try to make my way between them, but with all the dancing and jumping, it makes the easy task much harder. I see a wall, or at least I think I do, and I walk towards it. I reach the end of the common room, and I press my palm to the wall, as if to make sure that it’s real, like I’ve actually made it.
I see him, then. I recognise him as soon as I see him, despite not being able to see nearly anything, maybe it’s because of the distinctive red hair, or maybe it’s because the way my heart nearly went out of my chest at the sight of him. He has a cup in his hand, that he’s taking a few sips from and another in his other hand, that he hasn’t touched. He’s leaning against the wall. He’s looking around, just like I was a few minutes ago.
A smile blossoms on my face, and I walk to him. A couple footsteps, and he notices me when I’m only a few inches away. He smiles, just like me, and he meets me halfway. I feel nervous. He extends the untouched cup to me and I take a sip, it’s my favourite soda.
I look at him, and it’s different. I wonder if he knows that it’s the look I give to him and only him. I wonder if he notices that when his smile widens that I realise that I like him. I wonder if he realised that he liked me at the same moment. He says, “Hi.”
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No one ever really told me how fast time goes by when you’re at Hogwarts. That one second you’re taking your first ever potions lesson and the next you’re getting ready for your NEWT potions. That one second you’re at a party realising that you have a crush on someone and the next thing you know you realise that you’ve been in love with Ron Weasley for three years.
This year hasn’t been easy, definitely one of the easier ones to take in, of course, but with NEWTs it's been near impossible to be caught up with work. That’s even harder when the guy you’ve been in love with just kissed another girl a week ago and right now is no doubt getting ready to go on a date with her.
The common room was quiet. Everyone was already at Hogsmeade and the people below third year were too busy getting a little bit extra sleep. The only thing I could hear was the fire crackling from the fireplace and the sound of pages turning as I studied Transfiguration for the upcoming test, but I couldn’t study because of the aching feeling in my chest.
We all saw it when Lavender kissed him after we’d won the match, but only a few people saw me run off after that. An even fewer amount were with me when I started crying, and only Harry knew what happened afterwards. I saw him talking with her a few mornings ago, deciding that they’ll go out today to Hogsmeade, no doubt to madam puddifoot’s. I look at the same page I’d been staring at for who knows how long, trying to understand anything that is written.
“Hello? Is anyone down there?” I hear him say, and a few seconds later, He walks down the stairs, and my breath hitches when I see him. He’s gotten all dressed up for this date, and I can’t deny that he looks absolutely beautiful.
He says my name and he stays there for a moment. He’s late for the date, I know that he knows that, and I’m sure Lavender who’s probably standing alone in front of the tea shop knows that. I feel uneasy, looking at him, knowing he’s going to another girl in a few minutes.
He clears his throat and gestures to his unbuttoned coat, he says, weakly, “Would you mind helping me? I can’t close the buttons, they're too small and the holes for the buttons are just invisible to me.”
He chuckles, but it’s out of nervousness. I can tell, I know his happy laugh, his sad laugh, I thought I knew everything about him, but apparently I don’t because I thought he knew how I felt. I don’t say anything, but I close the book and place it beside me on the couch.
I stand up and walk towards him, he meets me halfway. I fix his coat by the long collar and I trace my hands to the buttons, I can hear his breath hitch, and the silence between is deafening. I mutter, “You look good.”
“Thank you.” he replies, and I’ve buttoned half of the buttons when I pause to look into his eyes. He’s already looking at me. I look at him the way I always do, a look filled with everything that I can’t say, a look that’s meant just for him. He’s done something different with his hair, I don’t know what, but it makes him look absolutely irresistible, more than he usually is, at least to me anyways.
“It’s like we’re a married couple.” He laughs, and I can imagine exactly what he’s saying. Me helping him get ready in the morning while he goes off to work when it’s snowing outside and needs his coat. I let out a chuckle, before I said, “Wouldn’t that be something.”
After that the room is charged with something I can’t quite put my finger on, and it makes my heart beat faster and faster with every second that I push each button into its hole.
I take more time buttoning up the last button, and I pause my hands there. On my way to look into his eyes, I notice that the top part of the coat is wrinkled, so I press my hands to his chest and smooth the fabric of the coat out. I leave my palms there a bit longer, feeling the way his chest moves up and down and the way I can feel his heartbeat under my fingertips.
I lift my hands from his chest and in a second, he grabs both my wrists and holds them close to him. I look at him, and he’s got a look that I can’t decipher. I wonder if he can tell that I’m miserable just thinking about where he’s going, or the fact that he’s going there with someone else.
He opens his mouth, and it takes him a few seconds before he says, “I’m not going on that date.”
For the first time in days, I feel my chest stop constricting, I feel like I can breathe again, but it doesn’t make any sense. I lick my lips before asking, “Why?”
“You know why.” That’s his only answer, and he doesn’t say anything as he slowly drops my hands, and goes back up the stairs. I’m left down there with my thoughts.
***
“Are you sure Mr Weasley allowed you to do this?” I ask as I hold on tightly to the handles of the door. I look out the window and stare down as I can see the tops of the buildings getting smaller and smaller by every second.
“I’m an adult now, of legal age, he can’t tell me what to do and what not to do.” Ron said, with confidence as he started out into the road-sky. I look at him with a pointed look, unconvinced by his speech. He clears his throat and says, “He said yes.”
“You’d think that after second year’s incident that he would be more cautious about letting you use this thing.” I say, grinning, remembering the way Ron broke his wand and almost got expelled. Something good came out of it though, Ron became my wand partner and we spent more time together. He laughed, “He said that if I scratched it, he would kill me. I think we made an unbreakable vow or something.”
I laughed at his words, and looked out the window. I wondered how long his small talk can last before we start getting to the subject that we’ve been tiptoeing around these past few months. I wasn’t talking about the war, we all knew that was coming sooner or later. I was talking about us.
“Thank you for picking me up.” I said, looking at him. He shrugged his shoulders as if travelling several hundred kilometres back and forth was no big deal, he explained, “You had to come here someway. Fleur would’ve killed me if she found out that you weren’t coming to her wedding.”
Even after his words, a small part of me hoped that he wanted me to come. He grips the wheels tighter and every few seconds he would rub his hands over his jeans to wipe away the sweat. I take a breath before I courageously grab his hand into mine. I keep them both in my lap, and he looks at me baffled. I ask, “Do you need it to drive?”
“No, I don’t.” He says and he looks back quickly in front of him. I smile as I see the tiny pink tinge to his cheeks, matching mine exactly. I look out the window and I see the sun setting, by the time we’re there it will no doubt be midnight.
It was nearly midnight when we got there. Mrs Weasley was the only one who was still up, waiting for her son to get home and waiting to greet me. She had a smile on her face, tired, but still as wide as always. I didn’t need her to point me to the direction of the room I’ll be staying in, I already knew.
I enter the room and place my bags on one of the beds, I notice Hermione and Ginny already sound asleep. I change into my pyjamas, brush my teeth and get ready to go to sleep. The place is warm and the perfect atmosphere to fall asleep in, but when I tucked myself into my covers, I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me.
I kept sighing as I turned to either of my sides trying to fall asleep. Changing the pillows from one side to the other, tossing and turning until I decided that I’ve had enough. I rub my tired eyes and see that the clock had struck twelve. I sigh and get up.
I headed down stairs in my fuzzy slippers, I tried not to make any sound, but the creaky stairs weren’t helping me. I made it to the bottom where the kitchen was. I opened the door and was hit by the smell of fresh coffee, just what I needed. Ron was sitting on the table with a cup in his hands.
He turned to see who had just entered the kitchen. Upon seeing me, he stands up, nearly dropping a bit of coffee from his mug in the process. He breathes, “Hi.”
I return the greeting, as I move towards the cupboard where the mugs are. I know where everything is, having helped Mrs Weasley enough times to know. I felt his eyes on my back the entire time, and I grabbed my mug, everyone had their own mugs, even me. I turned and gestured to the coffee pot, I asked, “Do you mind?”
He shakes his head, and he looks at me as I add the milk and sugar. He looks at my every move and it makes me feel lightheaded, in the way that makes me feel like I’m going to float to the moon. I turn to the table and he’s already beat me in pulling out a chair. I sit down and give him a grateful smile. I wrap my fingers around the mug, and lift my feet to the chair, resting my head on my knees.
He’s looking at me. We’re the only people who do that. We never say anything, but I can hear what he wants to say. It was our thing being able to feel everything in the silence. I wonder if from these looks he can tell just how much I love him, or maybe, how long I’ve loved him for.
“Why are you up?” he asks, after a beat, and I take another sip before replying, “I couldn’t sleep, you?”
“Same thing, but I had to get up in a couple of hours to help with setting up for the wedding anyway, so I made the coffee.” he explains, and I nod my head at his words. I don’t say anything else, but the air is heavy. How long can we go on like this? With everything that I feel between us, that I know he feels too, left unsaid.
He takes both our mugs and places them into the sink. He waves his wands and they start washing themselves. He tightens his grip on his wand and he pauses before saying, “Do you want to go somewhere?”
***
Muggle London was still alive, or at least more alive than any other wizarding establishment. It wasn’t that far either, so it was the perfect place to go, and that’s where we were. I was walking on the sidewalk and he was walking beside me. My arms were swinging and I kept thinking what would happen if I just reached over and grabbed his hand.
There weren’t many cars passing by, just one or two every few minutes. Neither of us knew a lot about Muggle London, but we knew what not to do in front of muggles, so we kept our wands hidden and kept the magic chatter away.
“Your brother is getting married tomorrow.” I sigh, Fleur is getting married too, it only seemed like yesterday when I was just meeting her after she stepped off the flying carriage.Time really does fly by, doesn’t it. Ron sighs, wistfully, “Yeah.”
“I think it’s great that they’re doing this.” I say, and I kick a pebble in front of me, then I add, “Especially at a time like this, I think that we all need a bit of cheering up, don’t you think.”
“Yeah.” He replies, and it makes me feel confused. He wasn’t very talkative tonight. He looked very deep in thought, it made me nervous. I stop walking and turn to him, I ask, “Ron, are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He replies and I quirk up an eyebrow and he chuckles, “Yes, I am.”
I shrug my shoulders and continue walking, it’s best with Ron not to press on things. He’ll tell me when he’s ready. What could possibly be on his mind? We all know that the war has been making everyone unnerved, but this felt different. Ron and I tried not to talk about these things, I didn’t want to express my fears of something happening to him, especially since he was so close to Harry. I shake my head at the thoughts, and try to lighten the mood.
“Does Bill know about how you liked Fleur?” The teasing question brings Ron to a screeching halt. His cheeks turn as red as his hair, and I start laughing. He stutters, and it only increases my laughter. I hold my stomach and lean forward, laughing.
“He-he doesn’t know, so let’s not remind anyone of it. The last thing I need is Fred and George remembering and telling him.” Ron stutters before he folds his arms over his chest and pouts. I pause for a second to pretend that I’m thinking, I tap my chin and furrow my eyebrows. I say, “That’s actually not a bad idea.”
Ron’s eyes go wide and he lifts his pointer finger and threatens, “You wouldn’t dare.”
“I’m on my way to tell them right now.” I say, before turning around the other way and starting to run. Ron runs after me and he’s calling out for me and telling me to stop, I can barely hear anything over the sounds of my own laughter.
Suddenly, my chuckles stop as I feel something, something like air, pulling me back very quickly. I stop when I feel Ron’s chest behind my back. He tucks his wand away and I turn to scold him, “Ron! You can’t use magic here!”
“There’s no one around.” Ron says, and I turn around to look and there’s only a few people around. No one is actually paying attention to us. I look back at him and he’s got his hand hovering near my face. It’s all so sudden to me the way the atmosphere changes, the way he’s looking at me with those eyes, identical to the ones that I give him.
I don’t move, and he takes it as a sign to move his hand forward. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my face, and he cups my cheek. My breath hitches. He whispers, “It wouldn’t have been good ammunition against me anyway.”
“Why not?” I whisper, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, but I can’t bring myself to care about that now anyway. I might have been mistaken, but I see Ron’s eyes flicker to my lips, it’s just for a second, but it ignites everything within me, including a pinkish colour to my cheeks. I lick my lips anyway, and this time I’m not mistaken because he definitely looked at my lips this time.
“Because everyone knows there’s only one girl I’ve ever liked.” Ron says, and it makes butterflies swarm in my stomach, my heart beat out of my chest, all those romantic feelings. I don’t need to ask who because I know, and because I know. I lift my heels from the group and kiss him.
***
“It’s a really pretty view, isn’t it?” I hear him say from behind me, I’d recognise that voice anywhere. I turn to look at him with a smile, I don’t know how I didn’t notice him coming before. I fixed my gaze back at the tent where the wedding was happening. Fleur and Bill are husband and wife so now everyone is celebrating. I reply, “The prettiest”
“It better be I worked really hard to make it that way.” Ron huffs and it makes me chuckle. He sits down on the grass beside me, looking at the tent as well. I sigh, with all that’s happening in the world I don’t think that there’s anywhere I’d rather be. I can hear the faint sound of the music from up here on the hill, and it feels peaceful.
I can hear the birds chirping and the sounds of laughter. It was really, very pretty. I feel a hand touch mine, and I look at Ron who looks like he’s just been caught stealing, maybe stealing my heart, but he’s already taken that a long time ago. I smile and shuffle closer to him to hold his large hand with both of mine. I rest my head on his shoulder, and I hear him let out a breath before he rests his head on mine.
If I was given the opportunity to stay like this forever, then I would have, of course, I’d see if there was a way to kill Voldemort first, then I’d stay like this. We haven’t talked about the kiss, but Ron’s been much more affectionate since then. A part of me was afraid that he’d chicken out and say that it was simply the cause of sleep deprivation. The other part of me was terrified that he would give me all his love then end up dying in this war.
The idea brought a shudder down my spine. Losing Ron is the last thing I can take, especially when I’m so close to finally having him. I’ve been afraid to try and kiss him after the first time because what if I get too attached and something happens to him? What will I do with myself then?
“I have something to tell you.” Ron breaks my train of thought, and the feeling of him lifting his head off of mine, prompts me to do the same. I look at him and he has a grim look on his face that only makes me worry even more. I ask, “What is it?”
He doesn’t answer, and my mind reels with the possibilities, each one worse than the one before it.I squeeze his hand and suck in a deep breath. I say, “Ron?”
“I’m planning on leaving.” he replies, and I furrow my eyebrows confused. Where would he be going at a time like this? Why would he leave in the middle of the war? I say, trying to make my voice even but it comes out shaky anyway, “Leaving where?”
“We’re going to find the Horcruxes and destroy them, Harry, Hermione and me.” he explains. Ah yes, the Horcruxes the pieces of Voldemort's soul and the key to killing him. Ron told me all about them after Harry told him. I hoped that Dumbledore would be taking the lead on this ordeal but as soon as Ron explained, Dumbledore was dead.
Why does it have to be Ron that goes to do this extremely dangerous mission? Does it have to be my friends too? I feel my eyes beginning to water, so I look away. I can feel Ron’s gaze burning into the side of my face. I blink the tears away because I know that Ron’s going anyway. It’s the Gryffindor side of him. I ask, “Is there any other way?”
“No.” he replies, shortly and straight to the point. I sigh, even though I knew it. The leaves rustle and the wind strengthens around us. It makes me shiver, Ron takes off his jacket and hands it to me. He wraps it around my shoulders and tugs it around me, making sure that I’m covered. He looks at me then he says, “You can’t contact me when I’m away.”
“Yeah, I gathered that.” I say and chuckle to hide the fact that it is the complete opposite of what I am feeling. What I’m currently feeling is a whole bunch of emotions that don’t even remotely come close to happiness. I chuckle, though I’m sure he knows that I’m not kidding at all, “Well then, promise you’ll come back in one piece.”
“I promise.” he says, and he smiles, but we both know that it’s not up to him. He presses a kiss to my forehead, and i close my eyes, trying to take in the feeling, in case I don't get it for a long time, in case i don’t ever get it again, it’s a morbid thought, but it’s possible. I sigh, “When are you leaving?”
“I don’t know, Harry and Hermione are deciding.” Ron says, and I nod my head. I wonder if there’s any way Harry can forget about Voldemort and all the death eaters drop dead with something like food poisoning. I promised myself that in the last moments that he’s here before he leaves I’ll let go of all of my fears and all of my ghosts to spend these moments with him.
“I have something to show you.” he says, and his frown is replaced by a slight grin, he’s brought me a gift to soften the blow, he knows me too well. The thoughts are still in the back of my mind, but I push them away and focus on him, while I excitedly say, “What is it?”
He waved his wand and a square shaped box appeared. It drops from the air to his hands and he gives it to me. I waste no time in taking off the wrapping which disappeared as soon as I did, and lifting the lid off the box. My breath gets caught in my throat as soon as I see it. I push my hair away from my face. The wind makes it impossible for me to see it clearly. I look at the tiny figurine that matches me, or me three years ago, it’s hard to believe that it was that long ago.
It was a snow globe and inside it were tiny figurines of Ron and I dancing. The snow falls over us just like it did the moment when this was taken. The tiny me and the tiny Ron only move in a circle but it’s perfect. I look up at him and realise, he’s perfect, maybe not in every way, but at least he’s perfect for me.
My lack of answering must have made him panic because he’s started rambling, “I made it a few days ago because I didn't know I just wanted to give you something to remember me by- or something equally as cheesy. It’s fine if you don’t like it-”
“I love it, Ron.” I cut him off, holding his hand with mine that isn’t occupied. I smile, and he does it back. He rubs the back of his neck, no doubt embarrassed by the amount of attention I’m giving him. He mutters, “Oh, I’m glad you like it.”
“It’s us by the way at the-”
“At the Yule ball.” I beat him to it, did he seriously think I wouldn’t remember? I was Harry’s date because Ron was too chicken to ask me out, and I would’ve asked him out, if I didn’t want to teach him a lesson, and maybe a small part of me was scared of rejection as well. Harry didn’t dance the whole night and neither did Ron. I spent the whole night dancing with my friends and their dates, until when almost everyone was off of the dance floor, Ron asked me to dance. He says, “Yeah.”
“How’d you make it?” I asked, looking at the snow globe, closely. I was very intrigued by the mechanism of it, It looked nearly identical to the actual event. I was wearing the same dress down to the pearls around my neck and everything. Ron explains, “I give them a memory of mine in a vial and you know- they make that-”
He gestures to the globe in my hands, and I nod my head at his words. I shake it again to make the snow fall over tiny me’s head. I smile looking at it, remembering the wonderful night. I hear the sounds of the people instead the tent turns more quiet and I look at the tent, curiously. Ron says, "Look up.”
I do just that and as if on queue the fireworks start around the tent. There were several murmurs of exclamation at the sight from the tent, and I couldn’t help but agree. It was beautiful. Seeing the colour shoot one after the other, purple and blue and yellow and red, each one exploding then fading into the sky. It was a wonderful sight.
Our shoulders brush and I look at Ron to find him looking at me. He looks at me with that look again. The look that I gave him back in third year in a dark room, that made him see my love for him even with the lights out. The look that I give him when I have a hundred words to say, but I can’t say them, and he just knows what I mean. The look that I gave him when we were driving to the Burrow that made him feel what I meant.
The light reflects on something and it pierces into my eyes, I notice that it’s a chain around his neck. The chain that I gave him as a present only a few months ago. He was in the hospital wing after he almost got poisoned, I couldn’t sit still that day, I even had to leave the castle. That’s when I stumbled across it, it wasn’t much, but I knew that Ron would like it. I say, “You kept it?”
“Of course.”
I find myself leaning closer and closer to him. My breath is hitching as I’m filled with the anticipation of our second kiss. Not saying anything was our thing, I hoped that with this kiss, he would feel what I wanted to say. I love you, I love you, I love you, I hoped he would feel it and maybe even return it before he left.
But he doesn’t. We’re torn apart by the sounds of screams coming from the tent. Ron jumps up to his feet and one hand holds his wand while the other holds mine. He starts running in the opposite direction and he pushes me into a shed. I can’t question him about how absurd he’s being pushing me into a shed, but I don’t have time. He’s already got one hand on the door, and he says, “Stay here you’ll be safe.”
I want to complain, I want to go fight with him, but I didn’t because he was already closing the door to the shed, but before he does, from a small crack between the door and the shed’s walls, he says, “I’ll be right back.”
***
Except he didn’t come back, he didn’t come back for a while actually. When I heard the screams and the noise coming from the tent stop, I came out. Everyone was ( to a certain extent ) okay, but Ron was nowhere in sight. His family were all frightened of course, and I hated to be the one to inform them about the news.
My parents fled the country opting to go to America instead because it was safer, I refused. My whole life was here, I needed to stay in England to protect it. I didn’t go back to Hogwarts that year, not with the staff being changed, not with Snape as headmaster. The death eaters had warned that all students should return to Hogwarts, but I lived with Bill and Fleur under the assumption that Bill was teaching me how to become a curse breaker.
I didn’t want to burden them with my existence by staying with them, considering that the only money I had was in the vaults, but I couldn’t go and get them, not while death eaters were around. Bill told me that we were valuable to the death eaters, considering that we had a close connection to Ron and hence Harry. He told me that we should stay hidden for a while.
It wasn’t easy, but I spent my time with Fleur. She taught me bits of French when we were bored, and we kept to the garden most of the time. Sometimes, members of the Weasley family would come to visit at the Shell Cottage, but they never stayed for long. I barely spent any time inside at all, I wanted to leave Bill and Fleur alone together, after all they were newlyweds, I didn’t want to impose, despite their arguments, saying that I was not imposing.
I spent most of my time thinking about Ron, how he was. I kept listening to the radio, the station that Fred, George and Lee had made, under code names. I prayed every time that I wouldn’t hear the names of anyone I loved. Harry, Ron and Hermione left so suddenly, I wondered if they had anything prepared with them at all. I know Hermione did, but did the rest of them. Clothes, food, water, did they have what they needed?
I know that Ron is doing this to save the world and everything, but couldn’t he just take a break from saving the world, and just spend a little time with me. It was selfish, I knew that, but it didn’t stop me from wishing for just that.
I wake up one day, close to noon, like I always did nowadays. It was November and the air was chilly, so I kept a blanket around my shoulders. I had a room for myself, it was the guest room, but I turned it mine after living here for so long.
I brush my teeth and my hair. I wobble down the stairs, and I see Bill and Fleur’s backs. I furrowed my eyebrows, it was an odd sight. Usually, in the mornings, Bill would be outside placing protective charms while Fleur stayed inside and prepared breakfast, or read one of her favourite books. I ask, “What’s going on guys?”
They step aside and I see what I didn’t expect, Ron. He looked dishevelled and tired, and something else that I couldn’t place. I didn’t want to analyse his expressions at the moment, I just wanted to hug him. I whispered his name like I couldn’t believe he was here and I rushed down the last few steps and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I can’t believe you’re here, I missed you so much.” I say, and I tighten my grip around him. It takes me a few seconds to realise that he wasn’t hugging me back. I pull away from him and I ask, “What’s wrong?”
I lift my hand to cup his cheek, to hopefully get him to look at me. I don’t understand what’s got him acting this way, especially after I didn’t see him for months. As soon as my hand touches his cheek, he turns his head away, like I burned him. He takes a step away and he asks, “Did you sleep with Harry?”
My blood runs cold, and I feel Bill and Fleur looking at me expectantly. This was the last thing I expected him to ask me, ever, and definitely not the first thing I wanted him to say when I finally saw him. I stutter, “I-what?”
“You heard me. Did you sleep with Harry?” he shouts, and I scrunch my face up and close my eyes. I can’t believe that we’re doing this now. I was going to tell him, I was, but not when everything was going wrong around us, I didn’t want us to go wrong too. I try, “Ron, calm down.”
“That’s not an answer!” Ron shouts, and I press my lips tightly together and I avoid his gaze, looking down at the floor. I hear him scoff and I can hear Fleur’s tiny gasp. Bill grapes his wife’s hand and they leave the room, and they go upstairs. I can’t imagine what they must think of me now. I sigh, “I really wanted to tell you, Ron.”
He huffs and starts to walk outside into the garden. I follow him without question and I try to reason with him, “I couldn’t tell you with everything that was going on. Too much was already happening, I didn’t want to add to that.”
“Why the bloody hell would you sleep with him anyway?” Ron shouts back at me and I rush over to grab his shoulder and stop him. He doesn’t look at me, but I don’t let him move away from me. I say, “Could you stop running away for a moment and just let me explain?”
He doesn’t reply, and I can see him clench his jaw, but he sits down on the grass anyway. I sit in front of him, cross legged and I hold his hand. He still wasn’t looking at me, but after a beat, a take a deep breath in then begin to explain, “When you kissed Lavender, it was kind of like the whole world just threw me off for a second, because you were this guy that I liked for years, and I just assumed that you liked me back even though there wasn’t much proof, but it was enough for me to just keep on liking you back.”
I took another breath and then continued, “I realised that we weren’t really anything, and you obviously knew that because you had your tongue shoved down someone’s throat. I was really hurt, I felt miserable and that continued on for days after, but at the moment I wasn’t really thinking. I had to get out of there because everyone was cheering and I couldn't breathe.”
His hand relaxes in mine a bit and I feel the weight on my shoulders loosen a bit as I keep going, “Hermione and Harry were the only ones who noticed I left, so they followed. They comforted me, and when Hermione left, Harry told me that everything was going to get better. He knew that because that’s the way he felt when Ginny was with Dean. I needed someone and he needed someone, and we were both there.”
I didn’t bother continuing because he knew what happened next. He pulls his hand from mine, and he shuffles away from me. I feel a knife going into my chest, but I know that it must be nothing compared to the knife in his back. I don’t say anything else, and I wait for him to say something. He asks, “Did you sleep with anyone else?”
I knew the answer was going to dig my hole even deeper, but I couldn’t lie to him. I knew it was just going to make it worse, so I brace myself for the impact and I sigh, “No.”
“Oh that’s just great. I thought that if you were some kind of whore then it would’ve been better, but no, you had to pick Harry.” He mutters, angrily, and I feel my eyes begin to water, but I look to the side to blink them away. He adds, “Even after knowing the way he makes me feel-”
He cuts himself off with a sigh, as he covers his face with both his hands. I knew what he meant. Ron has always felt inferior to everyone in his family and especially Harry. A part of Ron always hated Harry because he was the chosen one, and the boy who lived, and he was just his best friend. I always tried to make him feel like he was the best person on the planet, but my words only did so much.
“I really am sorry, Ron.” I say, and I feel my eyes start to burn again. I purse my lips and hope to stop the tears from flowing but they do anyway. I chuckle bitterly, “This is not how I imagined this would go at all.”
I can see his expression falter, no doubt taken aback by hearing the change in my voice. He knew I was crying, but he still didn’t look at me. I say, “I know that you’re hurt, and I’m sorry, but I know that- that you know that you’re the only person I’ve ever liked.”
“I love you, Ron.” I say it for the first time, my feelings are out, and he hears them. I don’t have to share them with him with glances and small touches. He now knows for sure how I feel. I sniffle, “If by some chance, at some point, you don’t hate me, then come talk to me, okay?”
He doesn’t reply, so I wipe away the few stray tears, and I stand up and go to my room. I wondered if Bill and Fleur would let me stay with them after knowing this piece of information. Once I close the door to my room, I can’t stop the tears from flowing freely. Just as soon as I had him, I lost him, and it wasn’t because of the stupid war.
I sit on my bed and I cover my face with both my hands. I didn’t want it to be like this, I wanted him to come back and he’d tell me that he missed me, and he’d kiss me. He did keep his word though, he came back in one piece. All I wanted was him.
The door to my room opens and I’m quick to wipe my face as I look up and find Ron entering the room. He closes the door behind him and he leans against it. I watch him closely. Ron huffs, “It’s unfair- it’s unfair that as soon as you cry, you can get me to do anything you want.”
I don’t say anything, and for the first time since what feels like forever he’s looking at me with something other than hate. This isn’t the first time Ron and I fought, but this was the biggest fight. Like every fight, after it, we talk. He takes a few steps and sits on my bed with me, except that he stays as far away from me as possible.
“I’m sorry I called you…that.” He says, and I know what he’s talking about. I’ve been insulted before, like every person on the planet, but it always hurts the most from the person you least expect it from. I sniffle, “It’s fine, I deserved it.”
“No, you didn’t. I overreacted-”
“Which is totally understandable.” I cut him off, and I feel him warming up to me. The silence between us is heavy, but in a way, it’s more comfortable. He runs a hand through his overgrown hair and he says, “This isn’t how I wanted this to go either.”
“How- how did you want this to go?” I ask, carefully. He doesn’t reply, but he answers as he leans forward to embrace me. He wraps his arms around my body in a big, warm hug. It’s the best feeling in the world. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip him tighter.
A few knocks on the door are heard when the door opens and we hear the hinges squeak. Fleur and Bill poke their heads in and they smile at the sight of us both in a tight embrace. Bill says, “We’re going to Mom’s, do you want to come?”
“I think I’ll just stay here, but say hi for me.” Ron replies to his older brother and Bill nods, then he leaves the room. As soon as the door is shut, Ron holds my face with both his large hands, and he says, “Merlin, I missed you so much.”
“You have no idea.” I reply, and he presses a kiss to my forehead, and I rest my head back in the crook of his neck. He mutters, much to my dismay, “I’m going to have to go back.”
I know where back is. Back where Harry and Hermione are, back where he was fighting dark wizards and back where he was hunting Horcruxes. Ron’s always been the perfect mix of a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, of course he was going back to his friends. I sigh, “I know, but can you stay, just for a little while, at least.”
It takes him a second, and I know that he’s thinking about it. He squeezes me tighter and that’s how I know he’s got his answer ready. He whispers, “Okay.”
That’s when we decide that for the short time that he’s going to be staying here that we’re going to make the most out of it, and we do. In the middle of the night, after the previously occurring events, he looks at me, and I grin at him. I thought he fell asleep. He looks at me with a strange look on his face. He pauses, then says, “You’re my best friend.”
I know that was his way of telling me that he loved me too.
***
I wake up to the smell of something burning and Ron not beside me. I groan as the bright sunlight hits my eyes first thing in the morning. I can hear the birds chirping and I wonder if Bill and Fleur were back, I assumed that they weren’t because neither of them would ever burn anything.
I sit up and I stretch, feeling the cold autumn chill hit my naked body, making me want to curl up under the sheets for a little while more. I see Ron’s shirt on the ground, and I grab it as well as a fresh pair of underwear.I brush my teeth, and head downstairs, and I see a very pretty sight.
A shirtless Ron in only his boxers, cooking breakfast, or at least trying to. I chuckle at the sight of the three burnt toasts on a plate on the kitchen counter. It alerts him of my presence, and he turns around quickly. He sees me looking at the toast and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. He says, “I was trying, okay?”
“I didn’t say anything!” I laugh, and I walk around the kitchen island to get to him. I wrap my hands around his torso and I hug him tightly, and he does the same as much as he can with a spatula in one hand. I lean back and I get a perfect view of his bare chest and I just want to say ‘thank you, quidditch’.
“I’m just going to wait here, until you’re done making-” I lean forward to see what he was making in the pan on the stove, and I see something yellow, so I detect that it’s eggs, but it didn’t look quite right so I continue, “scrambled eggs.”
“It’s supposed to be an omelette, but okay.” Ron says, with an annoyed tone, but it makes me chuckle anyway. I sit down on the kitchen island, and when Ron’s finished, he sets the plates beside me. I take it as an opportunity to wrap my hands around his neck and pull him in for a kiss.
He sets his hands on my waist, and he pecks my lips a couple times before trailing down to give a few kisses to my jaw and neck. He begins to suck on a certain spot, and I pull away. I give him a threatening look and I warn him, “You gave me enough of those already last night, no more.”
He laughs and presses a quick kiss to my lips that makes me smile just as wide as he is. His eyes trail down and he notices the shirt I’m wearing, his shirt. He grabs the material between his two fingers. He gives me a look, “This is mine.”
A firm statement, it’s his shirt, I know it, he knows it. I feign an innocent look, and look down at the shirt, like I’m just noticing that I’m wearing it in the first place. I furrow my eyebrows in fake confusion and tilt my head to the side. I say, “is it?”
“Yes, it is.” Ron replies, with a grin on his face. I shrug my shoulders and hum, “hmm, didn’t notice. I’ll give it back to you when it’s time for you to leave.”
“Nah, keep it.”
Ron ended up staying a lot longer than just a little while. Hermione and Harry were very mad at him because of that, but it didn’t matter because in only a few months after a very big battle, all was right in the world again. We had lost so many people, but in the end, we won.
We returned for our last year at Hogwarts as 8th years. I studied to become a curse breaker, I guess it wasn’t a lie after all, and Ron became an Auror. Every once in a while Ron would help out Fred and George with stock and inventory and all things shop related. They even gave him his own office. I was pleasantly surprised to find a picture of me on his desk.
All I can say is that the wait was worth it because I was very much in love with Ron Weasley and he loved me too, so despite everything despite all the longing glances, the fights and the bloody war, we made it, and nothing is better than when you’re in love.
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