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Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M

Chapter Eighteen | Beginning

Prompt: glow Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know.

“Do you like it? I put in on just for you.”

A horrible sense of deja vu slams into James as he whips his head up to peer at his dark doorway – eyes strain to make sense of the form in the shadow. A moment later, a breath escapes him as he looks at Lily – his Lily – as she enters the room.

It’s immediately obvious she’s sober; the tentative way she walks, the way her hands wring nervously. James congratulates himself on noticing any of this when she’s standing in his Quidditch Jersey – just his jersey – in his room, completely by choice and without a drop of firewhisky in her system.

“Is this alright?” She tugs at the hem of the large shirt as she pulls her lip between her teeth uncertainly. He vaguely acknowledges – through the fog of admiration – that she must have nicked his shirt, before he also realises he hasn’t said a bloody word and her face is beginning to fall.

“More than alright, sorry you rendered me speechless for a moment…you’re so…well I don’t think beautiful even begins to do you justice.”

She flushes prettily, ducking her head down as she shifts her weight.

“Want to come here?” He holds the cover of his duvet open for her; looks on in disbelief as she scurries to his bed quickly, slipping under the cover until she’s close – but still much too far away – enough to smell. He inhales deeply through his nose, nostrils flaring at her scent.

“I wasn’t sure if it was too soon to joke about, but, well, I umm, I want you to know I do still want to be here even when I’m not smashed.”

“It’s not too soon,” James assures her. “I was just very distracted.” He trails his fingers along the boundary of fabric and skin.

“You’re not without distractions yourself.” She glances down at his bare chest, biting her lip. “May I?”

“Yeah.” He nearly stops breathing as her nails trace a soft pattern down his abs. “Can I touch you ?

“Please.” It’s whispered a breath from his mouth as she leans in to capture his lips.

The third time they kiss it’s slow and sensual, new and familiar all at once. James thinks he could call her lips home, could greet dawn and dusk attached to them; taste them until he runs out of oxygen.

“Is here okay?” He whispers as they part briefly. Just long enough to let their heavy breaths mingle together. His larger hand slips up, lightly caressing the swell of her arse.

“James.”

“Yeah?” He stills his hand, ready to backtrack at one word from her.

“Everywhere is okay.”

“Me too.” He squeezes the flesh of her before flattening his palm and pulling her flush against him. He slips his hand up to her back, supporting her as he flips them over so he can hover over her, one forearm holding his weight while the other hand learns the map of her skin. Lips crash together again, more desperate this time; tongues slip past parted lips.

His heart nearly beats out of his chest as he cups her through his jersey. Her nipples rise like bread as he teases her through the thick material of his jumper, before sliding it up so he can devour her breasts with no barrier.

He throbs wildly against his underwear as she lets out her first whimper at the feel of his lips.

“You’re perfect.” He tells her. She is. She’s like a goddess laid out before him, fanned red hair on the pillow adding to her ethereal glow.

“Are you wet for me Lils?” He ventures in a daring whisper, groaning as her eyes snap open to look at him, pupils blown.

“Why don’t you find out?” It’s an invitation James doesn’t need twice. His fingers trace her through her knickers – pulling another delicious whine from her lips – before he slips under to her soaking flesh, lightly skimming up and down as he gets a feel for her.

“Shit, you are .” Lily is breathless as he circles her clit, dipping his fingers inside of her to spread the juices of her arousal. He pulls one more breathless cry before pushing the fabric up so he can pepper kisses across her naval. “Can I please taste you?”

She props herself up on her elbows – brow furring into a minuscule frown that means she’s nervous – as her eyes dart over his face, so James waits, pressing one gentle kiss on each side of her belly button. “You can change your mind,” he reminds her. “We don’t have to continue if you’re not comfortable, I –”

“It’s not that!” She bites her lip. “I want to continue…I just haven’t done this before.”

His eyebrows knit as he recalls the months Lily spent with Alden Fawley. She must read his confusion – guess what he’s thinking about – because she flushes slightly. “I thought you guys…I heard you got caught in…” He fumbles, unsure if he wants to think about the night he’d overheard that particular tidbit of gossip.

“Yeah, we did. I’ve done the fingering and the sex, just not this .”

James feels an irrational surge of possession that he’ll be her first if she’ll let him.

“Well you look delicious,” he says truthfully, glancing down at the wet spot visible through her knickers. “I really want to taste you, but only if you want to too.”

She holds his gaze for a moment before her expression softens, she lifts her hips with a moaned assent and a whispered I trust you , humming as James pulls her knickers down, sucking the inside of her thigh before – unable to resist the pull of the delectable looking feast in front of him – leaning into the wetness between her legs so he can properly devour her.

She’s wet and shaking and oh so sensitive. James exploits each moan with a swipe of his tongue as he drives her closer and closer to ecstasy. He ignores the ache and throb of his own desire as he buries his face into her, groaning alongside her when her thighs begin to tremble, squeezing his head tight between her legs as her fingers pull at threads of his hair.

James keeps a gentle pressure on her – lets her hips guide her pleasure – until her fingers push at his head instead of pulling him closer. He plants one parting kiss on her wet lips before trailing gentle open-mouthed kisses up her body until he can kiss her again.

“You’re really good at that.”

Pride fills him to the brim, escaping in a soft bashful smile. “I’m glad you thought so.”

Lily pulls him down, lips moving slower this time, but no less sensually, as her hands skim tracks of fire down his abs. He sucks in a breath when she traces the outline of his erection through his pants; her lips stretch to a smirk as she squeezes him.

His brain clouds as her hand slips past his waistband – all he can remember is repeating her name over and over again – until she scoots down, rubbing the head of his cock against her soft folds. “Lils, you feel so good.”

“I want to feel more of you,” she confesses, letting the head of his cock rest at her entrance in invitation.

“Fuck.” He sinks into her – she’s wet, warm and all-consuming – swallowing her moan as his pelvis grinds into her. “I won’t last long,” he confesses, flushed. “Are you on the potion? I’m sorry, you –”

“Don’t be sorry, James.” She squeezes around him. His eyes flutter closed. “I’ve on the potion; you can finish inside.”

“I want to get you there again,” he murmurs. “Tell me what you like.”

“Circles,” Lily guides his hips until she’s whining after every stroke, “and can you…” she gestures at her breast as she trails off into a low moan. He cups her breast, thumb teasing her nipple as he alternates between watching her face and the place their bodies join. “Mouth,” she requests, arching her chest into him.

James sucks the pebbled flesh between his lips, flicking his tongue over her. It’s all she needs to crash into pleasure – juices gushing around his cock as she sighs in his ear – and that is all he needs to follow, throbbing inside her quivering walls as he releases into her, hips stuttering, eyes fluttering, breath short in gasps.

“I love you.” His heart sings when she echoes his words. The first time they bask in the afterglow it’s sleepy and sweet, murmurs of sweet nothings float between them, fingers link and brush against each other and they’re happy. For now.

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pookha · 4 months

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Dream With Me

Chapter 2: July 1998

See first chapter for summary and TWs. This chapter contains violence.

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Now that Ron has started his training with the Aurors, Hermione's nightmares have returned. The results of the paparazzo's photographs are revealed in the Quibbler. Hermione receives disappointing news from Australia. While Hermione is out, Luna comes to visit to talk to her, but ends up talking to Harry and Ginny instead.

July 1998

The knife bit deeply and Hermione screamed. Bellatrix’s foul breath spilled into Hermione’s mouth and nostrils as she questioned Hermione. Nothing mattered but making the pain stop, nothing mattered, not Harry, not Ron, but she held and didn’t tell. The knife bit again and again. Bellatrix’s teeth ripped at Hermione’s shoulder and she whispered to her in between questions.

“Greyback’s next for you. He likes a bit of sweet meat. Tell me how you got it and I’ll kill you quickly. It doesn’t have to be Greyback.”

Then she was back to screaming questions at Hermione. Bellatrix’s eyes glowed at Hermione’s pain-filled writhing.

Hermione pushed it away; she knew it was the nightmare again. It wasn’t as bad here at the Burrow and she pushed. Bellatrix stretched like taffy and snapped, then she saw Greyback coming, but she turned him into a corgi with a crown like the Queen’s. She stood and willed Malfoy Manor to go away.

Hermione woke up, drenched in sweat, touched the spot where Ron had slept just the week before and sighed. She held his pillow to her face, but his scent had already faded. He’d come back once to get some more of his clothes and a small trunk of possessions and then had left immediately back to his training. The nightmares hadn’t been as bad when she was sleeping with Ron, but they were coming back stronger again. She rested in bed for a long time, her head down in her hands. Suddenly, a knock came at her door and a hand slid an official looking envelope under it, followed a moment later by a magazine with a lurid ad for ‘Potions of Prowess for Men of Discernment’ featuring a very phallic looking wand that covered the entire back cover. Hermione knew it had to be an issue of the Quibbler .

“Dear, you should probably read the letter before looking at the Quibbler,” Molly’s voice came from behind the door.

“Thanks, Mrs—Molly,” Hermione said, rising to get the letter.

The letter was from the Australian Department of Muggle Relations. She picked it up and slit open the wax seal.

…regret to inform…further memory manipulation could be detrimental…cannot authorise restoration of memories…they are thriving…seem happy…Sincerely.

The words danced menacingly around behind her closed eyes; they spiralled and twisted and her stomach churned with vertigo. She’d expected the worst, but now that it was confirmed, she found she hadn’t really been ready for it. When she started to cry, it surprised her. She gulped in big breaths of air, but they came out explosively in heaving sobs. Tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the oversize shirt of Ron’s that she wore to bed. She didn’t know how long she’d sat there on the edge of the bed with her tears smearing the ink on the evidence of her crime against her parents when Harry opened the door already dressed for the day in jeans and a T-shirt.

He crossed the room in two loping steps and sat next to her on the bed. He pulled her close and let her cry on him until her sobs subsided and her hitched breathing grew more regular.

“I did this to them,” she said, shoving the smeared letter into his hands.

He read it quickly and kissed her forehead.

“You saved them. If they’d stayed, the Death Eaters surely would have killed them.”

“But is what I did any better? I didn’t ask them; I just assumed I knew better. How is it different from ‘Magic is Might?’”

“It is different. You saved them because you love them. ‘Magic is Might’ doesn’t care about love, it only cares about control.”

“I suppose…” she started to say, but Harry cut her off.

“Don’t suppose, it’s the truth; don’t be hard on yourself. I know how it is to be without your parents.”

“Not going to tell me that it’s going to be easier for me because I know they’re still alive?” Hermione asked, a little acid in her voice.

“No,” Harry said simply. “No, that sounds like shit. It’s going to be fucking hard. I’ll be there for you; anything you need, you call me. Okay?”

She’d told Molly recently that Harry was like her brother and it was true; he was her brother and she was his sister and he’d always be family to her.

He tossed the letter on the desk and picked up the Quibbler curiously. When he turned it over, his face reddened in anger.

“What is it?” she asked and he held the magazine out to her.

The front of the magazine was a full-page, grainy, long-range shot of Hermione and Ron sitting on a blanket in the Burrow’s garden. He was holding out a ring to her and she was reaching out toward his hand. The caption under the Quibbler masthead read ‘Wedding Bells for our Saviours?’ She thumbed the magazine open to the article. Harry could see more pictures of Ron and Hermione in the garden, some from the same day and some from other days. There were a couple of photos of Harry and Ginny there, too. He couldn’t read the article over Hermione’s hands, but he knew what it had to say from the way her face went from sadness to anger to flaming rage. When she’d finished, she threw it across the room, grabbed her wand and a second later, the magazine exploded in a shower of confetti. A little fragment of a photo of her and Ron kissing landed on her lap and she ripped it apart.

“This fucking rag!” she yelled.

“Was it bad?” he asked and she rounded on him.

“It was a total fucking invasion of our privacy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck” she got louder with each shout.

“He said that Ron and I have been secretly engaged for weeks and that we were going to get married in a big event when we receive our Orders of Merlin. It’s so dumb. Even if Ron and I got married, we wouldn’t do it in a big spectacle. The article made us out to be giant egomaniacs just riding your coattails. They put words in our mouth without interviewing us: not like I’d sit for an interview with the Quibbler anyway. I just don’t know how they can make stuff up wholesale.”

She flicked her wand at the confetti bits of the magazine and they flew into the bin, then she set them on fire. No smoke came from the fire and the bin didn’t catch alight, but no trace was left of the magazine after a few seconds, not even ash.

“Do you want to hire a barrister?” Harry asked.

Hermione shook her head.

“It would just give credence to it with publicity and I don’t want any more publicity, good or bad. Do you?”

“No. You’re right,” Harry said.

“I wonder if I damaged him also when I erased his memory of us?” Hermione asked, flopping heavily back on the bed. Harry understood she meant Xenophilius.

“I don’t think so; Luna would have said something.”

“I need to get out of here today, go somewhere, do something. If I knew what I needed for sure for Hogwarts, I’d go get my supplies. Or at least I would if I had money. Now I know how Ron always felt.”

Harry dug in his pocket and pulled out some Galleons.

“Why don’t you go to Flourish and Blotts and buy yourself some books, my treat.” He tried to push the money at her, but she pulled back.

“I can’t take more of your money, Harry.”

He grabbed her hand, opened it, stuck the coins in, and closed her hand over them..

“You can and you should. I have more than I need and it can help you. Get yourself something nice, treat yourself to lunch, visit George and bring me back something from WWW or some sweets.” He closed her hand.

“I—thanks,” she said.

“You probably should wash and put on some clothes though before you go or the Quibbler will have more interesting pictures.” He nodded at her bare legs and tear-streaked cheeks.

“I have knickers on under here,” she said, swatting him.

“I know, but the Quibbler would say something like ‘Temptress and Seductress.’”

She laughed and then sobered up instantly.

“I don’t understand how Luna can believe so much of the Quibbler, so much of her dad’s lies.”

“He’s her only family; her mom died in an accident when she was small and Xenophilius raised her. Seems natural that she’d look up to him.”

“I guess. I’d hate to lose her as a friend because of her father, but if she’s always going to bristle at criticism of him and the Quibbler, then I don’t know if I can be her friend.” She sighed and started digging in her pack for clothes.

“You haven’t put your clothes in the dresser?” Harry asked, nodding toward it.

“It seems too permanent.” She started to shuck off her sleep shirt, then stopped and stared at him pointedly.

“I’m going, I’m going. Have fun in Diagon Alley. Forget the letter and the magazine. Bring me some sweets.” He leaned over, kissed her forehead, then left.

Later, Harry heard Hermione leave through the Floo and went in search of Ginny, who wasn’t in her room. He finally found her feeding the chickens with Crookshanks supervising from outside the coop. He scratched Crookshanks on the back of the neck and Crookshanks butted his hand vigorously when Harry stopped. Harry laughed and kept scratching Crookshanks until the cat got up and stalked off, tail up.

“Aw, that was cute,” Ginny said as she put the feed bucket away and carefully cleaned up the spilled feed to keep away rats and gnomes.

“He’s a good moggie,” Harry said, watching Crookshanks disappear into the weeds of the garden.

“Yeah,” Ginny said, taking Harry’s hand. They headed toward the kitchen door.

“Did you talk to Hermione before she left?”

Ginny shook her head.

“I saw her and she looked upset, but she’d flooed away before I could talk to her.”

Harry thought for just a moment, then told Ginny about the letter and the issue of the Quibbler.

“So it had photos of us also?” she asked.

“It did, but I couldn’t see them clearly. Most of the photos I could see were of us snogging or Ron and Hermione snogging.”

“Could you tell where they were taken from?” she asked. He nodded and pointed to just outside the Weasley’s property. Ginny called Crookshanks, who came trotting out of the garden. She knelt down, whispered in his ear and pointed off at the grass where the photographer must have been hidden. Crookshanks listened in a very un-catlike manner, then stalked off, low to the ground into the tall grass. A moment later there was a commotion and the unmistakable sound of someone Apparating away. Ginny laughed as Crookshanks came trotting back, tail up with a camera strap in his mouth. He followed Ginny and Harry into the kitchen. Harry dug around and found a tin of tuna and gave it all to Crookshanks on a plate. He took the camera strap and hung it on a coat peg.

They were just about to head up to Ginny’s room when a knock came at the front door. Harry was closest so he opened it. Luna was on the other side, in a short yellow floral dress. An enchanted bright orange Japanese-style parasol floated over her head. She had a necklace of daisies and her wand behind her ear. Her large silvery eyes stared around the entranceway before landing on Harry.

“Harry!” she said gleefully as she stepped forward and hugged him. The parasol folded up, shrank and slid itself into a hidden pocket on her dress When Harry stepped back, Ginny hugged Luna and kissed her on the cheek. Luna returned the kiss on Ginny’s cheek.

She came in and Harry closed the door behind her.

“It’s been a while since Bill and Fleur’s wedding,” she said apropos of nothing.

“Yeah,” Harry said.

“What brings you here?” Ginny said, leading Luna to the sitting room.

“I was hoping Hermione was here,” she said quietly.

“Is everything all right?” Harry asked, noticing Luna’s tone.

“I was hoping to see her before she saw the latest edition of the Quibbler.” Luna looked at everything but Harry and Ginny.

“It’s too late for that. She was…” Ginny looked at Harry who shrugged.

“Vexed?” Luna asked.

“She threw a right old wobbler,” Harry said. Luna blinked.

“She was extremely angry, shredded the magazine, binned it and lit it on fire,” Harry clarified.

“Oh,” Luna said and lowered her head.

She sighed slowly, a sound that Harry had never heard from her and she kept her eyes down for a long time before raising them to meet Harry’s.

“Will you tell her I was here and I’m sorry for what my father did? I told him that it wasn’t true; I know that Hermione loves Ronald, but there’s no way they’re getting engaged right now. He’s going to join the Aurors and she’s going back to Hogwarts.”

“How do you know that? Both of those?” Harry asked.

Luna tilted her head and looked at him like he was an interesting bug or a talking dog.

“Well, Neville got a letter from the Aurors and he said that you and Ronald and Hermione had also. Neville’s not going to do it but I know Ronald will…it’s just what he’d do. In the same way, I know Hermione would want to go back to Hogwarts.”

“And you,” she pointed at Harry. “I’m not sure what you’ll do, but I think you’re coming back to school with us?”

Harry nodded.

“Daddy wouldn’t listen to me. He said it was obvious that they’re getting engaged because so many people got married young after and during the last war, like Molly and Arthur. I told him that Hermione was different, but I don’t know why he was so set on it.”

“Would you like to stay for dinner and wait for Hermione?” Ginny asked. She got up and sat next to Luna and took her hand.

“No, I need to help Daddy. He’s been trying to repair the tower, but he’s not as good at it as Mum was, or I am for that matter. Please just ask Hermione to forgive him and I’ll keep trying to make him understand.” She squeezed Ginny’s hand and stood abruptly.

As she was leaving, she turned and spoke.

“Oh, and let her know she was right. It was an Erumpent horn; I can tell from the damage. Apologise for me for that, too. Just apologise for me all around, I guess.”

Harry moved to talk to her, to grab her, but she closed the door in his face and he heard her Apparate away before he could open the door again.

“I’ve never seen Luna like that before, have you?” Harry asked.

“I—yeah.” Ginny took Harry’s hand and pulled him toward her room. He started to ask a question, but she squeezed his hand in warning and pointed at her ear. Harry understood she meant that someone, probably Molly, could be listening.

When they got to Ginny’s room, she closed the door and put the Silencing Charm on it. She sat on her bed and patted the spot next to her.

“You don’t know what it was like at Hogwarts last year. Everyone was scared, frightened of what they might have done to them or what they might be forced to do to others. Neville, Luna and I took on a lot with the DA in the Room of Requirement, but we were scared too.”

She sighed.

“Even Luna was scared. I—we…” she paused.

“You slept together; it’s okay, I already knew.” He put his arm around her shoulders.

“What? How?”

“The map: when we were on the run, I’d watch your name on the map and imagine I was there holding you. If you went into the Room of Requirement, it would disappear, but I saw your name and Luna’s together in both your dorm and hers. Whatever happened there happened there and I know it didn’t have anything to do with me.”

Ginny let out a long breath.

“I was so scared you’d be angry.”

“No, I get it. Don’t tell Hermione or Ron I told you, but at one point Ron left for a time and it was just Hermione and me. We almost…well, but we didn’t…it would have been weird. So I understand the need to be held and loved and don’t begrudge you that at all.”

“Thank you, love.” She lifted her face and kissed him lightly.

“Luna was like that then. She hides it better than anyone I’ve ever known, but she was so scared and lonely and so was I. And so was Neville. But if you had the map, you knew about that, too, right?”

Harry nodded.

“Same thing. It’s in the past, we weren’t together and they gave you what you needed. I’m glad they were there for you and you for them.”

He elbowed her lightly.

“I gotta know, though, am I better than Neville?”

She reddened, then laughed when she realised he was just winding her up.

“Hmm. I don’t know. I’ll have to check again.” Her hand slid under his shirt and they lost the next hour and a half.

“I love you,” she said when she got up to shower. She paused at the door and made sure her mother wasn’t watching before creeping down the hallway on tiptoes. Harry used his wand to clean up and slid his clothes on just in time before Molly knocked on the door.

“Harry, dear, can you help me with the runner beans?” her voice called from behind the door.

“Sure, Molly, be right there.” He met her in the garden a moment later and helped her tie up beans to stakes.

“Please, dear, I want you two to be careful,” she said eventually.

“What?” Harry asked.

“Ginny wants to play professional Quidditch, so no getting her pregnant, okay?”

“I—I,” Harry stammered. “We’re being careful. I’m using the charm and she’s using the potion.” He felt like he could fry an egg on his face.

“Okay, then,” Molly said simply and changed the subject.

Later that night, long after dinner, Harry was reading a book on Quidditch strategy when Hermione’s unmistakable knock came at his door.

“Come in,” he said.

She opened the door, came in with a big bag under her arm and closed the door. She sat on the bed while Harry stayed at his desk. She dug in her bag, rummaged a moment and then tossed a couple of Mars bars at Harry, who caught them.

“I went to Flourish and Blotts, but there were too many people who wanted to talk to me and ask me questions and get my autograph, so I went to Gringotts, changed my money, and went into Muggle London. I thought you might like a Mars bar.”

Harry had already unwrapped one and bitten into it. Hermione smiled as she watched him chew. It was the first real smile he’d seen from her that day. When he could answer, he said, “thank you.”

“It’s been so long since I’ve bought books that weren’t for school. Thank you for lending me the money.”

“You don’t have to ever pay me back; it’s a gift.”

“Thank you then for the gift.” She pulled out a thick book about brain chemistry and memory and another smaller paperback fell out with it. The paperback featured a shirtless blond man in a cowboy hat on a horse, both of them improbably muscled. The title splashed across it read, 'Untamed Bronco.' Hermione blushed and stuffed it back into her bag.

“That’s for later, since Ron’s gone,” she said. Harry laughed.

She tapped the book about the brain.

“I want to see how Muggle and Wizard view the brain and memory and where they agree and disagree. We might be different, actually different physically than Muggles.”

Harry picked up the book and flipped it to a random page. He didn’t understand more than a quarter of it.

“Does this make sense to you?” he asked, pointing out a passage. She read it and nodded.

“I’ll have to look up other resources, but I can muddle through it.” She took the book back and put it in the bag.

Harry suddenly remembered. “Oh, Luna came by today. She was really upset that her father had run the story about you. She said she tried to stop him and he wouldn’t listen. She also said she was sorry she didn’t believe you about the Erumpent horn and that she knows now it had to be an Erumpent horn from the damage.”

“That makes me feel better,” Hermione said after a long pause.

“I’d never seen Luna so upset before, but Ginny said it was a lot like when they were fighting with the DA while we were on the run. She knew somehow, in her Luna-like way, that you were going back to Hogwarts and Ron wasn’t and that you wouldn’t accept an engagement right now. You know how she is; she notices stuff.”

“Yeah, she does,” Hermione said after another long pause. She wiped her eye, which was tearing up again.

“I’m going back to my room now. Thanks again, Harry; I needed the day out.” She got up to leave. He caught her arm.

“You want company?”

She shook her head, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

“I’ve got Untamed Bronco.”

He let go of her arm. She left, closing the door behind her.

The rest of July passed in a warm haze until the week of Harry’s birthday. Hermione went back to Diagon Alley and Muggle London several times to buy more books and she visited St Mungo’s to talk to the Healers there. Harry spent the time practising Quidditch with Ginny when he wasn’t helping with the housework, gardening, feeding animals and all the other work around the Burrow. The day before his birthday Parvati Patil came to visit and she spent a long time holed up in Hermione’s room. When she came down late in the afternoon, she didn’t say goodbye to Harry or Ginny and her makeup was streaked like she’d been crying.

After dinner, while washing up, Harry leaned over and whispered to Hermione, “Everything okay with Parvati?”

Hermione glanced around to make sure no one else was in the kitchen.

“She’s going back to Hogwarts with Padma and she was a bit…” Hermione paused, searching for a word.

“Scared? Freaked out? Hesitant?” Harry asked.

“A bit of each, but also worried about…um…us?” Hermione’s whisper was very small.

“Ah,” Harry said, not knowing what else to say. The Map had given up Hermione’s secrets about her and Parvati a long time ago. Hermione knew Harry knew, but they’d never really talked about it. Harry knew that Ron knew and that Hermione and Ron had come to some agreement about it, but it wasn’t his business.

“I told her I wasn’t sure and we’d just have to see. I’ll come by your room later?”

Harry nodded and they finished the washing up. He was practising duplication Charms when Hermione knocked and he told her to come in.

She closed the door behind her and silenced it.

“Look, I know you know about Parvati and me and you’ve never pressed me on it.”

“None of my business and Ron seemed to be okay with whatever you two had decided, so I stayed out of it.”

She sat on his bed and he watched her from the desk chair.

“Thank you for that,” she said after a long pause.

“The thing with Parvati is…complicated but simple, I guess.”

“You don’t have to explain; I get it. You were lonely and scared and took comfort from each other. You’re not the only ones.” Harry got up and sat next to her on the bed and put his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into him.

“Yes, it was that and you’re right, others did the same.” She met his eyes. “Ginny told me about her and Luna and her and Neville, but it’s not exactly the same.”

“You don’t owe me any explanation,” Harry said.

“No, but I just want you to understand how it was. It wasn’t just about being scared and lonely. I needed someone to talk to who wasn’t you or Ron, someone…” she struggled for words again.

“Female?” Harry suggested and she shook her head then shrugged and snorted a single laugh.

“Maybe, but no…um, I don’t know how to say it without hurting your feelings.”

“Just spit it out, pretend you’re Luna.”

“I needed someone around my intellectual level, or maybe just more empathetic that I could talk to.”

Harry blinked then laughed genuinely.

“You’re not angry?” Hermione asked.

“Just a tiny bit, but I know that Parvati is much more your intellectual equal. But, why not Padma, then?” He was mostly joking.

“Because I didn’t share a dorm with her, so it would have been much harder to sneak into her bed to talk and snog.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Hermione sighed.

“This has been so heavy for so long. I knew you knew, but I didn’t know how to talk to you about it.”

“So what’s up between you and Ron right now, just so I don’t step in it?” Harry squeezed her to him. He felt tears start to soak through his shirt and kissed the top of her head.

“We’re being open right now. Either of us can see other people, but we’ll still try to be together, maybe. I just think we’re going different ways. School loves don’t always follow you after school and sometimes it just doesn’t work. I do love Ron, but I don’t know if I want to be married to him and live that family life with two kids and the white picket fence. I want…I want more, something different, to make a difference in a bigger way.”

“I get it. I think I want the opposite now. I want smaller. I just want to go back to school and have a normal year and be with my girlfriend. I think I do want that family and the small life, but I want you to always be a part of it, to. Friends always?” Her tears increased on him and his eyes started watering, too.

“Yeah, friends always,” she snuffled then laughed again.

“I’m tired of crying. I’m going to spend some time reading and then go to bed. Are you sneaking off to Ginny’s room tonight?” She elbowed him, sat up and wiped her eyes.

“Not tonight; I think Molly wants us to cool it a bit.”

“All right, see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight.”

She left and he lay back on his bed for a long time, picturing the quiet family life with Ginny and their children. What Hermione had said about school loves made him think and he hoped Ginny wanted the same thing. He vowed to talk to her about it tomorrow. He looked at his watch and realised that it was now today and it was his birthday. He got up and crept down to Ginny’s room. He didn’t knock and when he came in she was asleep with her hair pulled up in a knot. He sat down on the chair and watched her for a few minutes, then slipped into bed next to her. She stirred sleepily and slid over. He spooned up against her and soon her breathing lulled him into sleep also.

They woke up to noises in the hallway, obviously Arthur getting ready for work.

Harry kissed the back of her neck which elicited a shiver from Ginny.

“Good morning, love,” she said and turned around in his arms to kiss him.

“Good morning,” he said and kissed her again.

“I thought we’d decided to take a bit of a break to get Mom off our backs a bit?” she asked.

“Yeah, but something Hermione said last night bothered me.”

She arched an eyebrow at him and he knew it meant to go on.

“She said she wasn’t sure she wanted the quiet family life with kids and that she wanted to do something that made a difference and I knew that I do want the quiet family life and I want it with you. I know you want to play Quidditch and maybe I do, too, but after, can you picture us with kids, happy, doing good but not vitally important jobs?”

“Yeah, not seven kids of course, but two or three. Are you proposing, Harry?” She gave him a light kiss.

“Not officially, but I did want to make sure we were on the same page. I wanted to make sure this was…I don’t know, serious? For you too.”

“Very serious,” she said and slid her hand behind his neck to pull him in tighter.

“I love you. I’ve loved you for a long time and now that I’ve got you, I’m not going to let you go. I do want to marry you, not now, but when we’re done with school. I do want children, your children, but not for a while either.”

“Good,” he said, his voice muffled because she had his head tightly pulled into her chest.

“I should get ready for the day,” he said and started to pull back.

“Oh, no. Now that you’re here, you might as well get part of your birthday present, but you’ll have to be quiet, okay?” She slipped her hands into his pyjama bottoms and slid them off, then disappeared under the blanket. Harry had a hard time staying silent and eventually she had to stuff her knickers in his mouth to keep him quiet.

#hp femslash #luna x hermione #harry potter fanfiction #8th year #head dorms #oneiromancy #canon and non canon background ships #past Hermione x Parvati #Hermione x Ron #shared dreams #no smut

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southern--downpour · 8 months

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here's to three more!

#ranboo #ranboo fanart #ranboolive #artists on tumblr #virgil arts #i had to SPEEDRUN this so i can post it b4 heading to my dorm again

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kaevch · 1 month

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OH SWEET, SWEET LOVE !

where they like to be kissed— housewardens.

gn! reader. (you/your prns)

RIDDLE loves it when you kiss his cheeks. His face heats up in an instant as your lips make contact with his cheeks. If you did it in public, he might scold you about how it's not appropriate to display this kind of affection out in the open but if you did it in private, he'll just give you a shy smile while longingly staring at your lips. (....okay hes been staring for quite some time now. just give him a proper kiss smh)

LEONA practically melts into your arms when you lightly peck his ears, it twitching in response as he grumbles something before snuggling closer to the nape of your neck. You swear you can feel his face warm up though, and the rather rapid swishing of his tail that soon wraps around your leg kinda gives away how much he actually liked it. (thread ur fingers gently through his hair after that and he's hooked. this better be an everyday routine, herbivore 😞)

Gently holding his face and kissing his mole, slowly trailing your lips down to his neck as you mumble about how pretty he looks makes AZUL feel so loved as he squirms under your gaze. He can feel his ears turn red and he's sure you've noticed it too, given the playful smile that rests on your lips as you giggle. Sigh, how much he loves you.

Peppering kisses on KALIM's face everyday after class just might be his favorite thing, no scratch that, it IS his favorite thing. The tingly feeling your kisses leave on his face, oh it's the best ever. He'll look at you with sparkles in his eyes and a giddy smile as he leans in to capture your lips in his own, soon pulling away to land a peck on the tip of your nose. ( Urrghhhh Kalim js Kalim i fucking love him so so much. )

Taking VIL's hand in yours and kissing his knuckles softly will draw out a hum of satisfaction from him, a gentle smile resting on his lips at your gesture, watching intently as you move to kiss the tip of his fingers, that loving look still present in your eyes as you smile up so tenderly at him. He pauses, his gaze softening as a small blush tints his cheeks. How can you be so.. he sighs, shaking his head before using his free hand to point at his lips and raising a brow, daring you to plant a kiss there.

After FINALLY beating the game he was struggling at for a week , all IDIA wanted to do was take a break. And what's the best way to take a break? Cuddling up to you in his bed (as cringey as it sounds. <- his words not mine) and turning into putty the moment you kiss his forehead, the fatigue of pulling all nighters and stressing over the game leaving his body. He snuggles closer to you, burying his face into your chest before dozing off. Maybe just for you, he can be cringey. (that last part was also him guys)

MALLEUS...loves every kiss you give him. He really does, but it's something about the fleeting kisses that you leave near his lips which he can't seem to get enough of. The jittery feeling in his stomach worsens when he sees that smile on your face and the way your eyes sparkle with mischief every time you kiss him on that exact spot, pulling away just so he doesn't have a chance to actually connect your lips together (which, mind you he could've easily done so). It just feels so special to him, that you're teasing him like this, and only him. ( he also especially loves it when you kiss his horns. ) ( okay maybe he has two favorite kissing spots but he LOVES all the others equally 😢 )

dated: 24th March 2024

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channelinglament · 11 months

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Hello! If you are still open to requests, could you self aware dorm leaders reacting to seeing player holding a baby? (The baby would belong to a friend or sibling and player is just snuggling them for a bit). Up to you if the dorm leaders know that the baby does not belong to player or not. Love your writing!!

💗

It took me so long 💀

Also tysm for requesting this! It was fun to write hehe

Riddle Rosehearts

- *chokes on tea*

- Oh look, you're holding a baby.

- WHOSE BABY????

- Somehow has the "no thoughts, head empty" face despite having A LOT of thoughts.

- He looks normal on the screen, so you won't notice anything btw

- Would wait until he finds out whose baby is that. Once finds out he is calm again.

- Would wonder why are you looking after them, but overall is pretty chill

- Might even blush a bit, imagining how you two in the future could maybe have a family (adopted or birth doesn't matter)

- But until he sees that someone takes away the baby, would fr think it's yours.

- Might even sneak in one or two lines/facts about babies. Basically that he is a great babysitter and etc.

- Would be a bit angry at the parents. You had hard time playing twst because of their baby! Even if you care about this baby, Riddle would still be kinda upset about the fact that your "together" time was interrupted. And all because of some "bad" parents (his words not mine)

"It is their child, why would they make THE OVERSEER look after the said child? Unacceptable, they're bad parents 🙄"

Leona Kingscgolar

- 🧍‍♂️

- Our boy has bluescreened

- Who is this baby? Whose this baby? Why are you with this child?

- As we all know, Leona doesn't like kids (Cheka is the proof)

- I don't think he would think it's yours? I mean, I'm pretty sure you two won't visually look like each other, so Leona would be able to tell that it's not yours

- Tbh would be annoyed that your time was interrupted by the kid

- Might even growl a bit more than usual.

- Would be relieved when parents of said child would take it away. Finally some peace for both of you

-..why does he look grumpier than usual? Uhh, his sprite is normal, as alwayssssss.... It's probably just your eyes ehe 🤷🙇

"Hm? Oh the kid left. Finally some peace and quiet. Now we are finally alone, and I can watch you without anyone interrupting us"

Azul Ashengrotto

- 🧍‍♂️ 2.0

- He is flabbergasted okay?

- Another one who bluescreened.

- After getting out of shock, would wonder whose child is that, until seeing its features.

- Would consider the possibility of it being your adopted child. Doesn't mind taking it under his wing, or should I say tentacle?

- I mean, he has a step father, who took HIM under his "wing", so Azul won't mind that.

- Would blush at the thought of you two starting/being a family.

- Aww, you and the kid are so cute. You're very good at taking care of kids. You're definitely the best.

- After finding out it isn't your child, for some reason feels kinda sad????? He doesn't even know why, just strangely sad????

- Wouldn't mind making one or adopting a kid.

- His sprite seems...happier than usual? He smiles a bit more brightly at the idea of your two's future dw. If you don't have keen eyes/aren't observant, you won't even notice anything!

" Oh darling, our perfect future awaits us soon! I just need to make sure that once you're here, with us, I get to you first. Please don't be mad at me, I'm doing it for the better"

Kalim Al-Asim

- AWWWWWWW

- So cute!

- is it yours? Is it a boy or a girl???

- Another one who would think of your future family.

- This guy over here has TONS of siblings, and he loves them all

- So it's safe to assume that he knows how to play with kids (and maybe even how to take care of them!...maybe) (Kids are pobably on Jamil, Najma or other servants of Asim household).

- Overjoyed tbh

- Thinks the kid looks very cute.

- Ngl was also a bit angry like: Who did you make this child with-? And then he is like: Oh wait you could've adopted them

- However, idea of it being someone else's child never crosses his mind.

- Not until he sees it is being taken away and you talking with it's parents

- His sprite looks completely normal...but Jamil's on the other hand...why does his sprite has a shadow over his eyes..he isn't planning something isn't he?

" Let's create our own family! Huh? Why are you scared? I won't hurt you!....much unless you stop resisting me "

Vil Schoenheit

- Would be shocked a bit.

- Not because you're holding a baby, but because THIS BABY IS MESSING WITH YOUR APPEARANCE *clenches teeth*

- He doesn't care whose baby is that, but this baby is just very messy.

- I mean, if it's yours...it will be alright to make your.. lover? Husband?! Or...no let's not think about it.. fall asleep

- Magic is useful after all

- After finding out that this baby isn't your he is gonna clench his teeth even more/further.

- How dare this people make this child mess with your appearance?

- His sprite looks angry

" This potatoes...rotten potatoes don't know where their place is huh.. Well, it's nothing I can't do. But I will get them later, for now, I will give you a few lines about the importance of your appearance. "

Idia Shroud

- 💀🤷👀🧍‍♂️

- ┬─┬ノ(ಠ_ಠノ)

- *I sleep*

- Doesn't know how to react

- Bluescreens for a second and then...

- *hair turns red*

- WHOSE CHILD IS THIS????

- How dare someone make you look after some child when you could've played with him?? Or if it's your child then who made a kid with you?!!!??

- Is angry. Very

- He is gonna act as if they killed his minecraft cat.

- You're gonna be shocked to see his usually sprite turn red. Heh

- Will turn normal again soon, but would have his angry face on him still.

- Will not turn back to his neutral expression until the family of this child will leave.

" How dare this pests take away our time like this. Ah.. their child is so annoying, The overseer almost dropped their phone because of them ⸨◺_◿⸩ "

Malleus Draconia

- Huh

- The overseer has a child?

- THE OVERSEER HAS A CHILD?

- Chaos endures.

- The whole Diasomnia dorm is on fire, has tsunami and a storm inside.

- All faes are not sure what to do with this information.

- After looking at the child further, got that it wasn't yours.

- Diasomnia is finally calm

-..more like calm before storm

- AH THE OVERSEER IS SUCH A GOOD PERSON! THEY ARE LOOKING OVER RANDOM KIDS!

- You've gained even more affection from the whole Briar Valley/Valley of Thorns now.

- They worshipped and loved you a lot?

- Well, now even more.

- When the child is taken away, they are a bit sad. Fae steal children you know?

- But seeing your calm face they were fine.

- Another one who would think of starting a family with you. I mean, he wants to marry you, and would need a heir..

- And now everyone is sure you would be a great parent. They knew you were perfect, but seeing you being perfect/your perfection in action just pushes their obsession and worship even further

- His sprite looks unusually happy... he literally glows with happiness- wait isn't Azul is the only bioluminescent one?

" Ah, our happily ever after will start soon. I just need to get you here. You are so nice for looking after that child. I knew you were perfect and will be a great parent, but now I am even more sure *chuckles* "

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chimielie · 10 months

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what it is

summary: Oikawa x Reader. he makes it out of the friendzone (with some help)

word count: 1.3k

cw: nothing, oikawa in glasses

a/n: i wrote this in under an hour while heavily caffeinated?;!;!4& brain melting

“You’re late,” you say with a grin. Oikawa Tooru pouts at you, his team jacket folded over his arms. He’s already changed out of uniform, you notice; must have exchanged it for a white t-shirt and slacks in the locker room.

“I was swarmed,” he claims as the two of you start to walk together. You roll your eyes and don’t even bother making a jab about his popularity with the girls (and people of all genders, really). At this point, you’ve accepted that deranged fans come with the territory of being friends with the volleyball team captain.

You met Oikawa on the first day of your first year at Aoba Johsai and had been friends ever since. Even though you had no interest in the sport at first, his love for volleyball was infectious. He had even roped you into being the team’s manager. You still weren’t sure how he had pulled that off, but you didn’t mind too much—you’d grown to love the team and the sport too, in your own way.

Despite your closeness, you’d never really understood why he had a fan club, especially as a teenage school athlete. You expected his popularity to grow when (not if) he went professional, but the idea of swooning over some guy you had pre-calculus classes with was totally foreign to you. It was a running joke among your friends that you were immune to Oikawa’s looks and charming magnetism (and, honestly, to all four of the team’s upperclassmen. You could acknowledge how objectively attractive they all were even though none of them seemed to fit your niche).

Sometimes, you caught Oikawa making strange expressions while your friends teased you about not liking him. It felt like you were the only one who noticed these kinds of things, sometimes. You really liked being able to read him so easily: both of you had saved each other under the contact name “Platonic Soulmate” in your phones.

You chalked up the weird faces to your friend’s first-rate ego, and even though you knew that the notion of one person not being desperately in love with him wouldn’t scratch the surface of his self-esteem, you always found yourself taking his hand surreptitiously or leaning your head on his shoulder when you did see him looking mopey. He always perked up, after that, and all would be sunshine again.

Today, everyone else had bailed on you when you suggested a joint ice-cream-and-study-date before next week’s exams. Iwaizumi had claimed that Oikawa was too loud and always distracted him, so he couldn’t seriously try to study together. Matsukawa had to babysit and refused to bring the brats, as he affectionately called his siblings, to get sweets. Hanamaki had just quirked his eyebrows at you and said, “I don’t feel like third wheeling. Thanks, but no thanks.”

You hadn’t really understood what he meant, but you hadn’t questioned it.

Oikawa had almost begged off to do some solo practice, too, but you’d made a fuss about nearing the end of your high school experience and worrying that you would fall out of touch when volleyball became his whole life (even moreso than it was now!), and he’d caved with an overdramatic sigh and a soft look that told you he wasn’t all that mad about your guilt-tripping.

You’re broken from your thoughts when you reach the ice-cream shop, Oikawa jabbering in your ear about some drama you can’t keep up with.

“And then she told me—ah, I can’t read the menu. You know, they were late refilling my contact prescription this month, so I’ve been carrying around my glasses, I hate it. So unflattering.”

You worry your lip as you stare at the flavor chart, barely listening to him talk.

“I’m sure it’s,” you start, turning to him as he slides the case out of his pocket and puts the frames on his face in a smooth motion. “Um.”

The glasses are not unflattering, you think dumbly, staring at him, your sentence hanging unfinished. The glasses perch on his nose perfectly, making you appreciate, for the first time, the shape of his nose and his cheekbones. Had they always been that sharp? And since when had his eyes been so pretty, reflecting the sunlight in so many shades, framed with long eyelashes that would have made you jealous if you weren’t so—

You reach out and lift the glasses off his face slowly, hoping that the old, familiar features that you’d never felt anything but friendship-friendly feelings towards would return. You can still see it, though: the divot of his Cupid’s bow is appealing, now, his smooth skin glowing to you, his surprised expression fucking adorable. You drop the frames back onto his nose.

Very abruptly, whatever immunity you once had to Oikawa’s looks is demolished in one fell swoop.

“I have to go have a midlife crisis,” you say decisively, and march out of the shop.

“Hey! What—where are you going? You’re not even middle-aged?” Oikawa calls after you, and you try steadfastly to ignore him, but every sense seems to have been awakened to your friend. Your face flushes, and you start walking faster, nearing the pace of a jog even though your limbs are stiff.

You finally pull over in a quieter, slightly more secluded spot between two buildings. You lean against the wall, closing your eyes, trying to remind yourself to take deep breaths.

“Are you okay?” Oikawa says, and you curse his long, athlete legs for having followed you so swiftly. “What’s wrong?”

You open your eyes. He’s still wearing the fucking glasses. Rest in peace, you think to yourself, surely my heart is going to give up soon, at the rate it’s going. Your lips part, but you can’t seem to get the words out. His worried gaze studies you until he finds something—exactly whatever you didn’t want him to see. A slow smile unfurls over his face, and you narrow your eyes. Ugh, how dare his smugness be attractive too, now?

“I should wear the glasses more often, huh?” He says, and you shake your head no frantically.

“Please don’t,” you say. “It’s, like, it doesn’t even matter anymore, anyway, I can’t unsee it now.”

“Unsee what?” He cocks his head, and he’s getting closer, and there’s nowhere to back away from him because you’re up against a wall—

“You’re hot!” You wail. “I saw it and I’m never gonna stop thinking it now, it doesn’t even matter what you wear, I’m doomed! This is the worst thing ever, ‘Kawa, how’m I supposed to go on… I can’t be your friend and a part of your fan club. I don’t think I can even be a part of your fan club ‘cause I don’t just think you’re hot, I think I have a crush on you—oh, my God, I have a c—”

Your increasingly frantic rambling is cut off by Oikawa sealing his lips to yours. The kiss is quick and sweet, and when he pulls away he still looks so, so handsome, and so concerned.

“Please breathe,” he says, and you nod, gaping at him in shock. “I like you too, okay? Please stop having a crisis.

“Okay,” you exhale, bracing your hands on his shoulders. “Okay. I’m still freaking out, though. I think the only way to stop it is to keep kissing me.”

Oikawa heaves a big, overdramatic sigh, and leans in, his glasses bumping your face; giving in to you, just like he always does.

#WAS this inspired by the time i saw my bf in glasses and literally went to my friend’s dorm and screamed for sixteen seconds (he timed it)#well i’m not telling. that’s a secret.#oikawa: i like you #reader (visions of oikawa in that godawful plaid outfit swimming thru their head): i think even that’s hot now. i have to get a lobotomy #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tōru x reader #oikawa fluff #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu!! x reader fluff #hq x reader fluff #oikawa x reader fluff #hq!! fluff #the word fluff doesnt look real anymore

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dorinnn · 8 months

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more circus shuffle

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robo-milky · 3 months

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Heartslabyul maid

I like to imagine that Yuu gets to wear a dorm uniform (or something similar) in the unbirthday party at the end of Book 1, cause Grim gets a cool ribbon.

Then, this got me thinking… What if Cloche’ curse extends towards clothes too? Whenever Cloche attempts to wear a dorm uniform, it is magically altered to be more maid-like. (Dorm uniforms are imbued with magic anyways, so it might interact strangely with the bells…)

#this scene lives in my head rent free #hehe- I’d love to design cloche in other dorm uniforms 👁️👁️#cat scribblez 🌸#oc: cloche🎊#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst yuu #twst ocs #twst mc #twst grim #twst fanart #twst art #twisted wonderland fanart #twisted wonderland art #twst yuusona #yuusona #heartslabyul #twisted wonderland grim

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bubblesthemonsterartist · 2 years

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I think it says a lot about Loid that like he just ASSUMES that Damien will be able to invite Anya over to his fathers house. Like, this kid has probably not seen that place in years and will be lucky to see it when he graduates from high school.

Loid, when Anya and Damien make friends but is becomes clear that Damien never sees his dad: Oh I guess I have TWO children now

#spy x family #loid forger is going to have some kill bill sirens going off in his head #because lbr damien probably even spends the holidays in the dorms #and dad lives seven blocks away

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anekogia · 6 months

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*Yuu and the Dorm Leaders hanging out*

Yuu: So guys, what was the most painful thing that you've gone through in your life?

Riddle: When my mother forbade me from meeting Trey and Chenya.

Leona: When Cheka was born.

Kalim: I can't think of any.

Idia: My whole life is pain.

Azul: Mine was when I was bullied. People talk about my weight and my complexion. How about you, Yuu?

Yuu *Smiles at Malleus before answering*: Ahh, when I got bent over and penetrated.

*Everyone looking horrified as Malleus and Yuu smile at each other innocently 😊😊*

Vil: Same.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #mc/yuu #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst dorm leaders #twst dorm heads #malleyuu #malleus x mc #malleus x yuu #rookvil

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athenasparrow · 10 months

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A microfic series inspired by @jilymicrofics July Prompt List. All the times they touched...

Lay All Your Love On Me | Rating: M

Chapter Four | Beginning

Prompt: icy Summary: The first time Lily kisses James, he doesn’t even know.

Their private quarters – a privilege for the Head Boy and Girl – are unusually stiff following the incident. The simplest of interactions are strained and unnatural instead of exhilarating and alluring. Regret is everywhere: a heavy anchor in his heart; a looming spectre in the shadows; it prickles his conscious whenever she smiles – tight and quick replaces warm and free – at him.

Each time she side-eyes him, he stumbles deeper into the abyss of shame, dark and alone, until his insecurities seep into his bones like an icy fog, freezing him in self-doubt and remorse. She’s so uncomfortable she can’t even meet his eyes. It’s his fault. It’s on him.

Should he go back to the dorm with the boys?

He’s crossed an invisible line, tarnished their friendship and now he has to watch their hard-fought camaraderie crumble before his very eyes. The conversation is there – for now – but stilted and cautious replaces biting and playful. Their smooth waltz has become a clumsy tango; they’ve both grown two left feet.

"So…um…Tuesday’s patrol... we’ll have to cover another –” he hesitates, the incident vivid in his mind “–midnight shift" James suggests. Then winces. Great going, James. You sound ridiculous. Why is his scathing inner voice always in the familiar tone of his brother?

Lily nods absently, gaze fixed on her hands as she twirls a strand of hair around her finger and catches her lower lip between her teeth. She’s stunning . She’s untouchable. “Huh?” Lily murmurs.

She’s barely listening.

“I was just saying Matthew’s in the hospital wing; we’ll have to cover Tuesday’s patrol.” His voice rings in a feeble attempt to maintain a semblance of normalcy. But beneath the surface, emotions simmer, unresolved and unspoken – the barbed wires prick his heart as he inhales and aches in a completely different way to the incident – and he knows he’ll have to address it again soon. He misses their easy banter, the way they could effortlessly tease, when she let him read her face like an open book and now it’s banned from his sight. “Actually, I can ask Remus, he –”

“Remus?” Lily sits at attention, staring at him wide-eyed. “Why would you need Remus?”

“Because when we patrolled the other night and…well…I want to avoid discomfort.” I can’t watch you come to hate me.

“Right!” Lily nods rapidly – too rapidly, but her head has fallen behind the gates of her red locks – and scrambles to roll up her parchment as she stands. “Wouldn’t want any discomfort.”

“Lily! I –”

“I’m a bit tired, I think I’ll see you in the morning.” Lily rushes without a glance in his direction.

#jily #lay all your love on me #james potter #lily evans #athenasparrow #athena's library #athena's microfics #jily fic #jily microfic #jple #head girl lily evans #head boy james potter #head dorms

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pookha · 4 months

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Dream With Me

Chapter 1: June 1998

Rated Mature

Hermione wants more than just the white picket fence with Ron; she wants to make a difference. She always thought she’d be doing that in the Ministry, but finds instead that she wants to become a Healer. She doesn’t believe in soulmates, but when she discovers that Luna shares her dreams, literally shares her dreams, her foundations are shaken.

The war exposed Luna to her father’s lies. When she’s named co-Head Girl with Hermione Granger, she never expected to fall in love with her. When she discovers that Hermione shares the same dreams, literally shares the same dreams, her foundations are shaken.

An 8th year, Head Dorms story with dream sharing. After one early chapter partially from Harry’s POV, all the rest will be from Hermione’s POV.

All the scars are on the inside I'm not sure if there's anything left of me -Blue Oyster Cult-songwriters Michael Moorcock and Eric Bloom

TW: Violence, graphic violence referenced in nightmares, non-con referenced in a nightmare about Greyback (non explicit), PTSD.

A/N This story is complete and I will be updating approximately once a week. It will comprise 20 chapters.

Decisions are made to accept the offer of Auror or go back to Hogwarts. Harry, Ginny and Hermione all choose to go back to Hogwarts. Ron chooses to become an Auror. Hermione and Ron are unaware that while they are sitting in the garden at the Burrow discussing where their relationship is going, a paparazzo is photographing them.

June 1998

Hermione woke up to the first rays of the sun coming through a crack in the curtains; it spilled on Ron’s broad back just in front of her face. She leaned her head in slightly and kissed him on the base of his neck where it met his shoulders. He was warm and his skin smelled like him and her, freshly mown grass, spearmint, ink, parchment, and their mingled sweat. He stirred slightly at her lips, but didn’t awaken. She pulled back and looked around the room they shared. His boyhood Quidditch posters were scattered on the walls just like his Hogwarts books and laundry were tossed carelessly here and there. Their clothes mixed together in a pile on the floor, showing the haste with which they had gotten into bed the night before. Their wands rested on the table within arm’s reach. Hermione’s mouth twitched as she remembered Molly’s objections to her staying in the same room as Ron, but Hermione and Ron had just told her that was how it was going to be for now. Molly had been relieved when Harry announced he’d be taking Bill’s old room; she’d thought that maybe Harry was going to move into Ginny’s room. Sleeping with Ron had helped; the nightmares had mostly faded.

Hermione’s eyes flicked to the scroll of parchment on the desk with the wax seal broken. She knew it was Ron’s official offer from the Aurors and he was going to accept it. She could picture the same scroll in Harry’s hands as he sat at Bill’s old carved and graffitied desk and pondered if he also wanted to accept. She had initially thought he would, but lately he’d been spending more time with Ginny flying, tossing a Quaffle, and strategizing Quidditch together and now she thought they might just both play professional Quidditch. She’d also been sent the same offer and declined immediately, stating her intent to return to Hogwarts and get her NEWTs. When she told him what her answer had been, Ron had looked down at his offer again and frowned slightly.

She slid quietly out of the bed, found her knickers in the pile and slid them on, then put Ron’s shirt on also. When she stood, it came almost to her knees. She lifted the collar to her nose and sniffed: more grass, spearmint and sweat, but her scent also. She walked quietly to the desk and sat down. She took her beaded handbag off the shelf and pulled out parchment, ink, and quill and started writing. She had almost finished her letter to the Australian Department of Muggle Relations when she heard Ron’s voice.

“Homework?” he asked, laughing as he sat up and put his legs over the edge of the bed.

She watched as he found his pants and slid them on. It was still a thrill to see him like this.

“No, I’m writing to the Australian authorities to see if they can find my parents and if their memories can be restored.” She sighed and sobbed just once, but then wiped her eyes of the proto-tears and watched Ron dry-eyed.

He stretched and she looked at his tight stomach. He saw her looking and grinned.

“Like what you see?”

She moved to sit next to him and kissed him in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said when they broke apart.

“Yes, I like what I see.”

“Is that my shirt?” Ron asked

Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically and he laughed again.

“No, it’s mine…at least it is now.”

She stood and held out her hand like she was holding a flag.

“I claim this shirt in the name of Queen Hermione.”

She flopped back down onto his lap and he let out a muffled oomph noise. The light from the curtains had moved slightly and they both enjoyed the play of it on their bare skin.

“As much as I’d like to spend the day in bed, I do have to finish this letter and post it and we have chores to do around the house.” She sighed.

“And you’ve got to answer your letter.”

“If you want me to go back to Hogwarts with you, I will,” Ron said, as he ran his hand through her sleep-tangled hair.

She looked up and met his eyes.

“I want you to do what you want to do. I don’t want you to come back to Hogwarts just because I’m there. If you want to join the Aurors, you should.”

His hand stopped moving in her hair.

“I think I have to; I need to do my part.”

She sat up, pulling his hand down over his heart.

“We did our part already. You shouldn’t feel like you have to do more.”

“But I wasn’t there for all of it. I have to do this for myself.” He squeezed her hand where they met over her heart. His eyes went to the wound on her arm and she turned it so the mostly healed ‘mudblood’ that had been carved in it was no longer visible.

“That’s what I wanted to hear. I mean the truth either way. Not that I wanted you to go. Not that I wanted to go. I don’t know.”

“Do you think Harry’s going to take the offer?” Ron asked.

Hermione shrugged, but then shook her head.

“I think he’s either going to play Quidditch or go back to Hogwarts, either way it’ll be with Ginny.”

“Yeah.” He released her hand and slid his hand over her stomach and under her shirt then down over her thighs. She sighed and kissed his neck, but then sat back quickly.

“Sorry, I’ve got to pee.” She found her jeans and slipped them on, then left for the bathroom. Ron’s eyes stayed on her until she left, then flicked to the letter on his desk. He stood, stretched, then went to get clothes from his dresser. When Hermione returned a few minutes later, he was sitting at his desk, fully clothed with the letter open.

“Will you help me answer this?” he asked. She nodded and sat next to him at the desk. She helped him with his letter, then finished hers while he went to shower. When he came back, smelling of soap and no longer of them together, she also went to shower.

Their morning was taken up in chores and all the maintenance a large old house needs. After lunch, Ron joined Ginny and Harry for some Quidditch; they wanted Hermione to join, but she declined and helped Molly with her housework instead.

“Mrs Weasley—uh, Molly?” Hermione asked, still getting used to calling her Molly.

“Yes, dear?” Molly didn’t look up from where she was darning socks with her wand.

“Thank you for letting me stay here.”

“Nonsense, you’re family, just like Harry is. You can stay as long as you want.” She tossed a sock that was more holes than sock into the bin.

“I’m sorry I don’t have any money left to contribute. I lost what was left of my Muggle money when we were on the run.”

Molly waved her off.

“Will you be able to get your Hogwarts things? Do you need some new clothes?”

“I’m okay on clothes and Harry’s going to spot me money for supplies.”

“If you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask. You’re like my own daughter. I know I haven’t always been the closest to you, but I know now you’d never do anything to hurt Ron or Harry deliberately.”

“You do know that there’s never been anything between me and Harry, right? He’s like the brother I never had and that’s it.” Hermione tried to darn a sock and got it wrong; Molly showed her the right way.

“I do now. Sorry I didn’t know it then.”

Just before dinner, Ron posted his response to Kingsley and Hermione sent her request to the Australian authorities. From the garden, they watched the owls fly away to the southeast. A moment later another owl joined them from the window of Bill’s old room where Harry waved at them. He motioned that he was coming down. They waited in the garden, hand in hand. Harry came out of the Burrow with Ginny.

“We all decided, then,” he said.

“I’m doing it,” Ron responded.

“I’m not,” Harry said. He put his arm around Ginny.

“I just want to have one normal year at Hogwarts with my girlfriend, playing Quidditch and no one trying to kill me.”

“I get it, mate,” Ron said as he released Hermione’s hand and shook Harry’s. Harry only shook his hand for a second before he pulled him into a giant hug that Ginny and Hermione joined.

“I’ll miss you,” Harry said.

They all broke apart and Ginny asked, “Do you know when they’ll want you to report?”

“I suspect as soon as I hear word back. It’s going to be onsite training for six weeks and I’ll be living with the other trainees.” Ron sighed and then smiled.

“Maybe I’ll be assigned to Hogsmeade, you never know.”

“I heard new trainees have to work out of the London office with an experienced Auror, but who knows if there’s still enough of those left,” Harry said.

They all turned to walk into the Burrow almost simultaneously, which made Hermione smile; after so many years together, they all had taken on some of each other’s mannerisms.

“Got plans for after dinner?” Ron asked Hermione who shook her head.

“You do now; we’re going to watch the sunset in the garden together.” He took her hand.

“And snogging?” Ginny elbowed Hermione, who laughed.

“Probably. Not like you won’t be doing the same,” Hermione elbowed Ginny back. Ginny side-eyed Harry.

“Yeah,” she admitted as Harry put his arms around her shoulders.

Percy came to dinner with a trifle in a glass bowl and George surprised them all by coming too. Lately he’d been staying late at WWW and he’d not often come to family events. Hermione saw the dark circles under his eyes and asked Ron if they could do anything. Ron shook his head and said that George wanted to do it all himself. To Hermione it seemed like penance.

After dinner, Hermione, Ron and Harry did the washing up. When he was done, Ron disappeared into the house and came back with a tatty plaid blanket a moment later.

“Don’t want to get one of the good ones dirty,” he explained. Harry went to sit with Percy, Ginny, Molly and Arthur. George had made his excuses after dinner and left, but not before huge hugs from everyone including Percy.

Ron took Hermione’s hand and led her out to the garden under the watchful eyes of the gnomes. Crookshanks followed behind them, occasionally stopping to chase off a gnome who ran away laughing. When they got to a large spreading tree, Ron tossed the blanket down. They sat facing west, watching the red sun go down in a haze that was possibly heat or maybe smoke from a distant fire.

“It’s beautiful,” Hermione said when she came up for air.

“So are you,” Ron replied instantly, which Hermione knew meant he’d meant it and had said it without thinking.

“Thank you,” she replied and kissed him above one ear, then the other.

“I—I don’t know what will happen to us,” Ron said, pulling back.

“What do you want to happen with us?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I thought we’d be together after… just after, you know,? But we seem to be going different ways, different paths.” He ran his hand through his hair in a gesture that reminded her of Harry.

“Do you want to be together? Are we going to get married? Is that something you want?” Ron pulled a small, plain gold ring out of his pocket.

“Oh, Ron, no,” Hermione said, closing his hand over the ring.

“It’s not an engagement ring… just a promise ring,” he finished lamely.

“I…it’s too early for me to think about getting married.” She squeezed his hand over the ring.

He hung his head.

“That’s what I thought you’d say, but I had to ask, know for sure.”

“I do love you, Ron, but I don’t know what I want right now beyond going back to Hogwarts.” She kissed his cheek. He pulled back.

“I love you, Hermione.”

“I love you too, Ron, but I’m not ready to get married or even engaged. It doesn’t mean it won’t happen between us; maybe it just means ‘not now’.”

He hugged her and she returned it.

“Is it because of her?” he whispered in her ear.

Hermione knew who he meant.

“No. What I had with her isn’t the same.” She broke the hug and held him at arm’s length.

“Can we just enjoy the time we have now before you go to London? If not, I’ll move into another room if that’s what you want.”

He shook his head.

“No. We can enjoy our time together.”

She pulled him in and kissed him again.

Neither of them noticed the paparazzo with a telephoto lens hiding in the deep grass on the other side of the fence from the Weasley’s garden.

#hp femslash #Luna x Hermione #harry potter fanfiction #8th year #head dorms #oneiromancy #canon and non canon background ships #past Hermione x Parvati #hermione x ron #shared dreams #no smut

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