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danpuff-ao3 · 8 months

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Draco Malfoy: Rare Pair Rec List

If you know me, you know Draco is my fandom bicycle. Pass that boy around, baby! So here are a list of some of my favorite Draco-ship fics with various rare pairs! Different ships, different vibes, all kinds of goodies!

A Lesser Magic

by lq_traintracks (@lqtraintracks). Draco/Albus Severus. Rated: E. Words: 5,005. Daddy kink. Age play. Praise kink.

⭐️ Obsessed with this one. Pretty sure it will live in my brain forever.

Draco and Albus find something in each other that they can’t possibly get from anyone else.

A Room with a View in the Flowering City

by wolfpants (@wolfpants). Draco/Bill. Rated: E. Words: 1,446. Friends with benefits. Colleagues. Power imbalance. Minor Draco/Harry.

During Draco's internship at Gringotts, Bill and Draco get to know each other in surprising ways. For Bill, it's fun, but also comforting.

Reciprocity

by crystalusagi. Draco/Blaise. Rated: E. Words: 326. Dubious consent.

Draco gets more than he bargained for.

Danger in Frustration

by gracerene (@gracerene). Draco/Charlie. Rated: E. Words: 3,569. Mild dub-con. Dirty talk. Virginity. Intergluteal sex. Just the Tip.

⭐️ "Just the Tip" is one of my favorite tags!

Draco doesn't believe in sex before marriage. Charlie's found a loophole.

A Regal Affair

by FangQueen (@fangqueen). Draco/Cormac. Rated: E. Words: 5,079. Underage drinking. Underage kissing. Implied/referenced drug use. Frottage. Desk sex. Quickies.

There was nothing even all that special about Malfoy. Sure, he was pleasant enough to look at, if you liked the pointy, pale, platinum blonde sort. He had a nice arse―what could be discerned about it through those impossibly tight trousers he insisted upon wearing. And he was a decent kisser, from what Cormac could remember. Still, why all the men seemed to flock to him in droves, he thought he may never understand.

Take It In Trade

by gracerene (@gracerene). Draco/Dolohov. Rated: E. Words: 3,130. Dubious consent. Sex for favors. Power imbalance. Hogwarts 7th year.

Without a wand, and with his family out of favour with the Dark Lord, Draco finds himself in need of protection. Draco is fairly certain Antonin Dolohov will provide it, but he's not going to do it for free.

Killing Fields

by calrissian18. Draco/Firenze. Rated: M. Words: 9,938. Bestiality. Angst.

In which nothing dies but reluctance.

Walking Shadow

by ThreeSidedOrchid. Draco/Hagrid. Rated: E. Words: 4,085. Draco/Snape.

Some days after are harder than the war itself. "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing." (Macbeth V.v.19-28).

Brighter Than the Sun

by GoldenTruth813 (@goldentruth813). Draco/James Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 23,798. Curse Breaker Draco. Auror James. First time. Denial of feelings.

James Sirius Potter is gorgeous. He's also half Draco's age. Getting emotionally involved with him would be a complete and utter disaster. Fortunately for Draco, he's had a lifetime of practice compartmentalizing his feelings. Draco can definitely handle fucking James—young, beautiful, rash James Sirius Potter—with no strings attached.

A Persuasive Performance

by Alisanne. Draco/Kingsley. Rated: E. Words: 2,681. Draco/others. Prostitution.

It was just another night on the job for Draco until a customer came in with a very specific request.

Whatever You Can Dream Up Next

by spacekc929. Draco/Moody. Rated: E. Words: 57,505. Consensual kink. Past rape/non-con. Under-negotiated kink. Daddy kink. Age difference. Size difference. Rough/painful sex. Crying. Fear play. Aftercare. Various other kinks and warnings.

⭐️ Full of filth. 10/10.

Alastor Moody is fifty-one years old when he accepts a scrawny, traumatized, eighteen-year-old Death Eater into his home through Harry Potter’s new pet project, the Young Parolees Initiative.

AKA, the obscenely cross-generational Draco/Moody BDSM romance no one ever asked for, featuring a protective, obsessive, sadistic Alastor whose capacity for tenderness is outmatched only by his depraved imagination, and a Draco with trauma who wants nothing more than to be Alastor’s good boy.

The Ugly Duckling and the Peacock

by Vukovich (@vukovich). Draco/Neville. Rated: E. Words: 12,357. Veela Draco. Herbology Professor Neville. Potions Master Draco. Accidental bonding. Scent kink. Fluff. Angst. Humor.

“Aye,” Hagrid said, nodding somberly. “Yer a Veela, Draco. Well, a bit." -- By Thursday evening, I had managed to entirely avoid sitting near Longbottom at meals. I had only walked slowly past his classroom door three times. I’d only snuck up behind him and smelled him four times. He caught me twice. And I’d only stood outside his bedroom door at 3 AM and jerked off in my robes the one time. -- My fingers threaded through his soft hair, and he sighed into mine, and I would have stayed like that for days. “Did you write a book on Veela-fucking?” I murmured. He chuckled. “No, I just read it a few times.”

Only One Word

by EntreNous. Draco/Remus. Rated: E. Words: 7,871. Developing relationship. Daddy kink.

Remus worries far too much what Draco thinks of the differences between them, until he discovers what Draco truly thinks.

Refuge

by Indigo_Scarf (@indigo-scarf). Draco/Scabior. Rated: T. Words: 2,990. Cottagecore. Fluff. Angst. Unhappy ending. Suicidal thoughts.

After the war, Scabior has been hiding in a hut in the woods near Malfoy Manor.

Old Dogs, New Tricks

by youcantseeus. Draco/Sirius. Rated: T. Words: 14,099. Postwar. Cousin incest. Humor.

⭐️ My favorite Drarius fic!

Draco isn't gay, he just appreciates a good looking man when he sees one. Honest! And Sirius Black is a good looking man.

Shall we descend once more, my Hades

by megyal. Draco/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 10,219. Postwar. Forced bonding. Podfic available.

[From the request: Later schoolyears, possibly seventh year | In return for killing Voldemort, Draco is given to Snape, to become his concubine. (Prompt: The Myth of Persephone)

Used

by torino10154. Draco/Teddy. Rated: E. Words: 811. Forced feminization. Dubious consent. Self-hatred. Humiliation.

Teddy wants Draco to be happy but at what cost?

The Lovers

by mushroomheadgirl. Draco/Theodore. Rated: E. Words: 4,941. Friends to lovers. Hogwarts 8th year. Falling in love. Love confessions.

It started with a note and ended here: the two of you huddled together in a lumpy bed in a frigid motel room in a backwater town. Far away from the castle you used to call home. Draco’s hand wavers just over yours, and there’s a lot unsaid and a lot that could go wrong, but you silently beg him to close the distance. * A story about schoolyard notes and the confessions that sneak through the lines.

The Lemniscate, or the Nature of Infinity

by lysanatt. Draco/Viktor. Rated: M. Words: 5,582. Prostitution. Quidditch. Romance. Previous unrequited Draco/Snape.

The war is long over, but Draco Malfoy is still caught up in the loss of the man he only too late realised that he loved. Trying to forget, he finds himself immersed in Quidditch and sex -- sex for money, that is. Not all men, however, are willing to pay. Happy end romance.

Seasons Change, And So Do We

by calrissian18. Draco/Voldemort. Rated: E. Words: 6,053. Dubious consent. Pining. Minor character death. Mythology fusion: Persephone/Hades

The Malfoy boy is sixteen when he burns the Mark into him. It’s almost more than he can bear; marking something his that isn’t quite.

#danpuff recs #draco malfoy #rare pairs #draco rare pairs

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daydreamingqueen1 · 6 months

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People watching

Pairing: Jily/Jegulily (James x Regulus x Lily)

Content/ Warnings: mentions of self hatred, PINNING, fluffy really

Summary: Reggie watches James ask Lily out yet again.

Word count: 1.0k

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When you hate yourself, watching everybody else's life becomes a great way to pass the time.

Regulus hates himself. He could get into great detail as to why, but that would involve acknowledging his existence, which right now he is trying to avoid. In addition to this, his favorite novel is starting.

He makes himself as small and insignificant as possible, an old art he has perfected as the youngest son to the noble house of Black. A big book and a corner in the library are usually a good way to archive that.

James Potter has just walked into the library. His self confidence and petulant optimism give him a strut that Regulus hates with the same passion he that he loves.

Lily Evans has been studying by herself next to the big window for an hour now. Regulus knows that. But James is discovering it just now.

A slight smirk forms in Regulus's face; the show is about to get interesting.

"Evans!" An overly excited James exclaims, pleasantly surprised at spotting her.

Three things happen at the same time.

"Shh!" Madam Pince utters with a certainly terrifying look.

"Ugh," Lily groans into her lecture notes.

James trips.

Oh, Regulus loves this.

The boy wonder regains his footing with only a small blush and a big ego bruise, "Sorry," he mutters and but not even his charming smile has much of an effect on Madam Pince's permanent scowl.

Delayed but not deterred, James makes his way to Lily's spot. She is, to be fair, containing her laughter pretty well if it wasn't for the slight crinkle on the side of her eyes. Regulus has come to search for it over time.

"Hey," James leans his weight into his hand that he carefully positions next to her things. To the simple eye, it might look like an effortless pose, but if people cared to observe, then they'll notice how he is absolutely forcing it in an attempt to not seem nervous, which he, in fact, is.

Lily stares back at him, half amused and half annoyed. The usual dichotomy that writes onto her face and brain when it comes to James Potter. "Hey."

What is only a polite acknowledgment of existence is quickly taken as an invitation to intrude, for James smiles brightly and sits next to her. "History of magic essay?" The question is redundant, the whole spread of Lily's notes is covered in the long scribbles that you can only get from the tedious lectures on the Goblin's war.

Regulus watches James left foot tapping incessantly, he is definitely nervous. The question now is why. There's more to it than his usual giddiness around his crush Lily.

The young witch nods, a traitorous fond tilt of her lips betrays her overall look of annoyance, "Yes, Potter, why do you care?"

James startles at that, it seems like his planning had only reached that far.

"Um, well, I was just… uh... I need help with it!" he stammers.

"Really, Potter?" Lily arches her eyebrow, her arm resting bored over her notebook. "Which part?" She challenges him.

James blinks blankly for a few seconds, "That's the thing, uh, I haven't started it yet."

Idiot.

Regulus admires them from behind his book, observing every detail as Lily finally gives in and agrees to study with James. He takes in everything: The subtle glances and accidental brushes of their hands; the way Lily's lips curl slightly, betraying a certain fondness despite her chastising every time James attempts to distract her; how James eyes glint underneath his glasses, looking at her as if she's the most beautiful thing in the world.

A sigh escapes his lips involuntarily, he longed to be them. Shed out his skin and exist in the middle of their mutual pull.

James's hand trembles slightly as he pulls something small from his back pocket. Regulus can't make out what it is, his body leaning forward discreetly.

"Uh, Lily?" James clears his throat nervously, sliding the thing closer to her as she looks up from her parchment. "It 's for you..."

And with that he points his wand and mumbles a quiet 'Engorgio' making it grow into a beautiful white rose.

Oh...

Regulus had been wrong. James hadn't entered the library casually.

Huh, that explains the nerves. He wonders how Lily's going to react.

The Gryffindor girl stares down at the rose on the table, blinking at it like it will suddenly explode or something. Regulus thinks that with James’s record you never know but it's not probable that he'd do that to his precious Lily.

The boy shifts on his seat, fixing his glasses nervously as he waits for some kind of response. As ever, James Potter isn't the patient kind. He starts rambling.

Sweet heavens.

"I saw it on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and– Well, I thought that it sort of reminds me of you, you know? Lily, flowers, a rose." James chuckles awkwardly, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck, regretting exposing his dumb trail of thought.

"I know you have made yourself clear— very clear, indeed— but I still wanted to give you this and ask you one last time."

Gently, he nudges the offending flower closer to the yet unreadable girl. "If you say no, again, I won't bother you anymore... I just wanted to try one last time, for good measure," he takes a deep breath, looking at her vulnerably as he asks in an uncharacteristically soft voice,"So, Lily, would you go out with me, just once?"

Regulus spares him an empathetic smile. Here we go again. Another Lily rejection.

Something flickers in her, the green of her eyes glimmering in a way that makes even Regulus hold out his breath.

"Okay." Lily sighs.

Now it's time for James to blink bewildered, "...What?"

"I said okay," Lily repeats like she hasn't just turned James' world upside down, "Saturday. The Three broomsticks. Five o clock."

She picks up her notes and stuffs them inside her bag before standing up, her long fiery hair swaying magnificently as she grants him one last look. "See you, Potter."

And with that she passes right next to Regulus as she swiftly exits the library, leaving both him and James shocked with the sudden turn of events.

Regulus loves his novel.

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♡, reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

probably gonna make a few more parts of this, I have so many ideas for the jegulily beginnings

masterlist

#marauders #marauder's era #james potter #marauders era #jegulus #jegulily #lily evans #regulus black #harry potter #james potter x lily evans x regulus black #james potter x lily evans #james potter x regulus black #lily evans x regulus black #regulily #dead gay wizards #marauders fic #jegulily fic #jegulus fic

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g-xix · 13 days

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YouTubers+ x Harry Potter [Alternate Universe]

Calfreezy!HP au where Cal's nicknamed "freezy" for fucking up transfiguration within the first practical class - when in trying to transfigure a mouse to a button - he accidentally turned the whole of the DADA tower and potions dungeon into a freezing cold tundra which took the transfiguration, charms AND headmaster three days to clear up (which also made Freezy very popular with the other years, as that meant potions was cancelled for the next three days.)

Ginge!HP au where when he got his letter delivered by owls to his house he thought one of his mates had just decided to train an owl to do it and was unconvinced until Dumbledore showed up at his door in these strange robes and told Ginge he was going to come to Hogwarts (that was indeed a real school).

James Marriott!HP au where he has a pet cat that's called Otto and is the only pet given free range to walk around Hogwarts (other than Mrs Norris.) and all the students at Hogwarts ADORE him, petting n stroking him whenever he struts by. Oftentimes Otto also follows James to Hogsmeade and will even be allowed into the three broomsticks to sit n purr besides the fire, or get a milk for himself.

Danny Aarons!HP au where Danny is the sub for his house's Quidditch team but is notoriously awful. Like, when he's subbed on because of some typ'a injury, there's an audibly LOUD groan from the crowds. Nobody knows why he's still there tbh, but it seems as though every year - no matter who the captain is - Danny's always sat on the bench.

TheBurntChip!HP au where Chippo has an assigned seat in the common room, where he tells stories. In first year, he sat there and told all the older years about trivial things like - what happened in his charms lesson, and what happened whilst he was walking to the dungeons - but every fortnight or so, he'll throw a spanner into the woodworks and just tell everyone about the one time when he almost got kidnapped in Knockturn Alley and was tied to a stake where he would've been doused in some bubbling black liquid, if not for his Mum finding him (gasping, horrified) and cursing all the hooded death eaters that circled the little six year old. You know, something actually traumatic or weighty like that. Which obviously has all the older years with their jaws dropped… But nonetheless, the enthusiastic first year, Chip, was always one of the favourites in the common room - and when he progressed up to fifth, sixth and even seventh year, he kept that same seat in the common room and would tell all the younger years all his fickle little stories from his time in Hogwarts, making them laugh, gasp and scream with his storytelling skills.

Deji!HP au where Deji sometimes randomly used to try invent new spells by wafting his wand around aimlessly and saying a jumble of neologisms. Lots of little things accidentally went wrong beforehand (like accidentally levitating, shrinking his bed, achieving anti-gravity…) But Dej never actually stopped his little hobby until he accidentally transfigured his pet dog, Tank, into a hamster - showing up to the transfiguration professor with teary eyes and wet sniffles.

Callux!HP au where he was the captain of the Quidditch team for all first year!Sidemen and co.

WillNE!HP au where his animagus is a cow which he's completely pissed off over since it's so boring, but he'll still transform into it when that pretty girl in the year below is walking down to the fields, because she always smiles and gets happy petting him and putting flowers behind his ears (which he definitely doesn't keep in a vase enchanted to keep all flowers fresh and unwilted)

#youtube #youtubers #youtuber #hp #harry potter #hp fandom #calfreezy #callum airey #callux #callum mcginley #angrygigne13 #angry ginge #morgan burtwistle #willne #will lenney #deji olatunji #deji #comedyshortsgamer

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 1 year

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Things we need to agree about the Midnight album:

"Mastermind" is probably what James thinks of himself in the jily perspective. You can't lie to me about that.

"Labyrinth" is definitely wolfstar 100%

"You're on your own kid", first two people that popped up in my head, Sirius Black and Harry Potter

"Sweet nothing" is basically domestic bliss for wolfstar

Sirius would literally strut into the Gryffindor common room completely bedazzled while blasting " bejeweled". You can't tell me I'm wrong

"Midnight rain" is literally Jegulus reincarnated

"Snow on the beach" is giving dorlene "I still can't believe I get to have this type of love in my life" vibes

Regulus would play "vigilante shit" religiously while also claiming to anyone near him that he doesn't listen to Taylor swift but if someone were to even insult her a little bit, that person would be seeing the afterlife real soon

The marauders blasting "karma" in the afterlife while watching Peter getting his karma for betraying his friends

Remus likes to listen to "Anti-hero" during the full moon weeks because he feels in that mood even tho he isn't actually an Anti-hero and he's really just self deprecating

Idk why but "Maroon" is kinda giving a wolfstar vibe but also a jegulus vibe? It feels like it can apply to both of em

And last of all, "lavender haze" sorta feels like a track Lily would start playing during a pillow party with Marlene and their dormmates and they just start vibing till it's a while dance party

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spotcanlon · 11 months

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In my Harry Potter arc (shoot me)

IF YOU DISAGREE DON'T TELL ME.

(Drarry)

Tiny addition to Half-Blood Prince.

After the scene in the bathroom where Harry uses Sectumsempra, Snape sends Draco to the infirmary despite having healed him (maybe to keep him away from Harry? Maybe so that Draco can properly recover from the emotional impact of almost dying?). And, HEAR ME OUT.

Okay so, the day after as Draco lays in the hospital bed, none other than Harry James Potter struts his bottom ass shit through those doors, looking a little ansty. He sits down beside the bed and Draco looks at him sceptically, anxious to hear what he says,

"I didn't-" Harry begins, the same thing he began in the bathroom, "I'm sorry."

Draco's reply came weakly (he definitely wasn't milking the situation, and it definitely wasn't to see the guilt on Harry's face when he spoke), his breathing tight in his chest, "I thought you hated me?"

Harry laughed half-heartedly, though it didn't feel mocking, "Hated you? I thought you hated me."

"Why would I-?"

"I rejected your friendship, remember?" Harry seemed a little guilty, and it made Draco smile a little at how the other boy remembered.

"You embarrassed me Potter, but I never hated you."

"I didn't hate you either."

They smiled together, sitting in silence, until Harry stood, leaving Draco alone once more.

Then they never speak of it again.

AND AND AND. PART OF THE REASON HARRY WENT BACK FOR DRACO IN DEATHLY HALLOWS WAS BECAUSE OF THIS INTERACTION AND THE LINGERING GUILT FROM ALMOST KILLING HIM.

Draco was a dick to Harry to keep up the Malfoy name. Harry was a dick to Draco because he's James Potter's son, it's in his blood.

I know I know. I'm delusional.

I'M NOT SAYING THEY'RE FRIENDS OR CRUSHING (though if Draco has any gay awakening it was Harry. Talk to the wall) ALTHOUGH IT CAN BE READ THAT WAY. BUT GUYS HEAR ME OUT.

#harry potter #drarry #draco malfoy #half blood prince #i'm delulu

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reesespenisbutercups · 10 months

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“my father didn’t strut” um ok harry idk who you’re talking about but james potter, best beloved, prongsie, definitely did strut

#the marauders #james potter #harry potter

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embrassemoi · 3 years

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Move me, Baby! | 2

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS CHAPTER | AO3

PAIRINGS: Bassist!Remus Lupin x Ballerina F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

CONTENT: alcohol consumption, explicit NSFW content, male masturbation (oops!)

CHAPTER 2 | Taste You On My Tongue

Inwardly, she created a list ranging from numbers one to four. They looped like a mantra in her head:

Talk to Remus,

Flirt him into submission,

Either get his phone number or better yet,

Get him into bed.

Fuck, she was tipsy. Not enough to be considered drunk but definitely hazy. And her plan, which in hindsight she would have slapped herself for, seemed foolproof. Perfect.

Righ, the logical, sober, part of her brain screamed, because she was known for her flirting skills.

Nonetheless, Remus Lupin was going to be hers.

While waiting with Lily in the crowd, enjoying the performances that followed, James eventually returned to bring them backstage. However, he was stopped several times by eager fans asking for photos.

“Letting fame get to your head, Potter?” She asked as a fan was moved to tears by his presence. He fixed his glasses, wrapping an arm around Lily’s shoulder and pulled her close as they continued to weave through the bustling crowd.

James scoffed playfully. There was a triumphant grin that lingered while a hand slapped to his chest in offence. “I’d like to think of myself as humble.”

There was a beat of silence before Lily snorted loudly, her hand shooting to her mouth as they broke into a round of giggles.

“I wouldn’t use humble to describe you.”

Backstage told a different story. With muffled music that sent vibrations through the walls; instrumentalists sauntering leisurely, private dressing rooms were littered through every turn and TV monitors of the proceedings on stage hung on every wall. A few people dressed in all black with headsets, no doubt stage production, ran back and forth while they carried spare microphones and boxes.

Soft chatter came from one of the dressing rooms as they neared. The door was slightly ajar, revealing the rest of the band members lounging around the room.

Sirius leaned against the wall near the makeup table. The drummer sat adjacent, not too far away as he sipped on water.

And the bassist, Remus, sat on a couch. His eyes were closed, head lolled back to lean against the wall as a glass filled with amber liquid rested on his thigh, long fingers enclosed around.

“Everyone!” James shouted, strutting through as he dramatically opened the door. “You already met the love of my life, my beautiful girlfriend!” He announced, gesturing to Lily who blushed. “But meet my best friend!”

Sirius grinned, already stalking up to them with a teasing tone to his voice. “I didn’t know we had to fight for the spot.” His hair was pulled back now, chest now covered with a white shirt. “It’s been a while. How are you, love?”

A breath she had been holding released, glad to know that despite their awkward past, Sirius was treating the situation normally, as if it hadn’t happened.

“Fantastic,” she purred back. “Great show, you know how to have a good time.”

At this, Sirius brightened more than she thought was possible as he lent in, forearm propped against the doorframe flawlessly. His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he opened his mouth. But before he could speak, James yanked down, hard, on his hair — unravelling the bun.

“Oi! Shag another time!”

Both she and Sirius bellowed as Lily snorted, slipping out her phone.

“James!” “Shut up!”

“Anyway, are we still going out tonight?” Lily asked.

“Of course we are, but this git here might not make it.” Sirius deadpanned. James rolled his eyes in response.

“I’m calling an Uber then!”

James pressed a quick kiss to Lily’s temple. “Right!” He clapped, saying her name out loud before starting introductions. “Anyway — this is Peter.”

She grinned, shaking his outstretched hand. “You’re very talented. Beautiful work.”

“And you already know our dog —” “HEY!” Shouted Sirius who protested. James ignored him. “And this is Remus.”

Remus was already watching her but coughed, quickly averting his gaze to the ground simultaneously rubbing the back of his neck.

There was a gold chain that sat at the centre of his sternum; wearing a loose white shirt that the front was tucked into his jeans, a jacket keeping him warm.

A mere glance at him felt sinful.

“I loved your playing!” She said, sincerity seeped through with every word. “And that riff! I wish I had it recorded so I could watch it again.”

Remus shuffled on the couch, making room while shooting a small, yet genuine smile. And it was dazzling. She wanted him to keep smiling.

Although he didn’t keep their gaze, expression became blank once more. That wasn’t a good sign, but it wasn’t going to discourage her.

“Thank you,” he said softly, hair falling in front of his face. She felt borderline pathetic as her heart pounded faster. His voice… She glanced at his large hands around the cup… and —

Listen! She chided inwardly, don’t get too desperate. Hold yourself to a higher standard!

“Our Uber should be here soon,” Lily chimed in, continuously scrolling on her phone. Everyone nodded, grabbing their belongings and exited the small dressing room. Remus was the last one out, holding a bass amplifier. Deliberately, Y/N lingered behind a beat until Sirius slowed his pace, gravitating towards her.

“Hey,” he said in a soft, low voice, head dipping so no one could hear. Overall, his posture was hunched, unsure, shy — very unlike the Sirius on stage. “It’s just… the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable. I can leave if —”

She shook her head, peering up to him with a thankful smile. “It was a one-off. It happens to all of us. We’re good?”

Sirius straightened up, smirking. “We’re good.” She patted his shoulder for good measure as he pulled out a cigarette box once finally exiting the venue, waiting by the backdoor. “Want one?”

With a shake of her head, she thanked him for his generosity. He only winked in response, taking a long grad as billows of wispy grey and white smoke surrounded them.

“Over here you lot!” Lily shouted, waving next to a large red car as James spoke rapidly with the driver, giving them directions.

Y/N made sure to sit beside Remus.

Not so sneakily, considering Lily nudged her several times, she peered at Remus. The low lighting seemed to make him artful, necklace glinting in the street lights.

Being so close was daunting; he was beautiful. Face slender, however, squared as freckles were painted on like splattered watercolours.

On his nose, there was a scar that ran along the bridge, another silver scar slashed through his brow, stopping just before his eyelid.

Skin heating up, she wondered how they got there. He had hardly said a word, and she was intrigued. Who was Remus Lupin and why was he so alluring?

Lily and Peter chatted animatedly as Sirius and James were off, joking, attempting to mimic something which left her and Remus quiet, sitting beside each other…

It was the perfect opportunity.

She swallowed thickly — thoughts running a mile a minute, desperately attempting to conjure a segway to talk to him. But, after taking too long panicking, the car came to a halt, hindering any process of building confidence.

The pub James had taken them to was fairly empty, but not absurdly so as music played in the background with several strangers dancing or drinking.

They all huddled into a large booth, waiting for a waiter to come and serve them. She sat in the far corner, surrounded by the wall and Sirius beside her, Remus directly opposite while Lily, James and Peter filled the vacant spots.

A little sobered up and with a clearer headspace, she schemed. How would she talk to Remus?

Spill a drink on him?

Offer to buy him a drink?

Not! Wait for him too!

What about music?

Perhaps ask about his life outside of music?

She could groan, they all seemed so mundane. Dreaded small talk.

A barmaid came, taking all of their orders until Sirius nudged her.

“What do you want?”

With a few blinks, trying to recover, “Ugh… Whatever Lily’s getting.”

His head bobbed, repeating the order until returning his attention to her. Not quite the person she wanted to talk to, but she was starting to enjoy Sirius’ presence. “Between you and me, what did you really think about the performance?”

“Is this a trick question?” She interrogated with a playful wiggle of her brows.

“I will never pass up an opportunity to be complimented by a pretty woman.”

“You really are a dog!”

They both laughed.

“It was great! I wasn’t lying.” She continued quickly, “Was music something you always thought about doing?”

He leaned on the cushioned seats. A thoughtful look passed his features. “Yeah. It’s a long story. How about I cut it short?”

“We have plenty of time.”

He winked. “I was raised in a… particularly strict household. My mother was someone of extreme discipline and would sign me up to take dance or piano classes. I always loved music, I was tired of classical music and wanted to break free of those confinements, y’know? So then I took vocal lessons secretly, listened to punk and rock music, and then it spiralled.”

She nodded, taking in the information.

“So not only is The Marauders something I enjoy doing but the last thing I got to do to spite her before she died.”

She nearly choked on air but Sirius only chuckled. “I hate her and I’m glad she's dead. Foul thing.”

Y/N took this as him avoiding pity. “Bummer.”

Sirius looked at her, a large smile forming. “Isn’t it?”

“You should sprinkle her ashes on groupies.”

He threw his head back in laughter. She was just glad he didn’t seem uncomfortable anymore.

“Oh, what about you?” She looked to Remus, trying to rope him into the conversation. “I’m sure it took a lot of time to learn how to play the bass like that.”

You can also play me like that, an inner voice spoke.

Remus only shrugged. Nothing to indicate any sort of excitement. “My dad was a music professor. I played around with his guitars and basses a lot when he was at lectures.”

“That's impressive! I bet you can play loads of other instruments too then.”

“Hmm.”

Short. Done. Tone nearly flat.

When their drinks arrived, the barmaid set them down with a tray and left. James passed everyone their cups but out of reach, Remus leaned against the table and grabbed hers, passing it over.

Their hands accidentally brushed: no reaction. Again. She frowned.

With a few drinks in, James was already on the dance floor, dancing with Lily — eyes nearly shaped in hearts as she continued to twirl him around. Even Peter was up, flirting with someone near the corner of the room.

“Wanna dance?” Sirius asked, standing up as he wiggled his brows, beckoning her.

She wanted to stay with Remus but was discouraged from his lack of interest. He didn’t look at her, didn’t speak, didn’t give an ounce of attention. Without wanting to come off as pushy, she abandoned her initial plan.

“I’ll be there soon!” She yelled. He nodded eagerly, hopping off to the dance floor. Sirius slipped in the crowd, nearly howling in laughter as James held up two forks (he somehow managed to find) and raised them to his ears, pretending to be a stag.

James tried to charge at him; Sirius wiped tears away.

“P-Prongs!”

Y/N headed to the bright neon bathroom sign. However, she paused monetarily, pretending to study the large overhead menus, she shifted her body slightly to see what Remus would do when he thought she couldn’t see him.

Bingo?

Remus’ head peered up, watching her. There were no distinguishable emotions. No blush, no smile, no nervous ticks to indicate what he felt. He was just simply… watching.

With no queue outside the loo, she waltzed in. She tried to comfort herself, washing her hands soothingly and studied her reflection in the mirror before growing insecure. The first person she had shown interest in seemed more than disinterested.

Perhaps he just didn’t find her pretty enough, or interesting, or funny or smart. Maybe he preferred someone of a different height, hair colour or —

No! It wasn’t the time to get insecure! Not everyone was going to fancy her back and it was their loss if they didn’t.

She was a catch! Beautiful, intelligent, funny — had a lot going for her! She was the most sought out ballerina in the academy! She was more than talented and interesting. Fuck men! And fuck Remus for not seeing that! Fuc —

“Hey,” a voice spoke. “You’ve been in here for a while. You okay?”

“Lily!” She spun around, leaning on the sink.

“What’s up? Do you want to leave?”

She waved her hands. “I’m good.”

“Then what is it?” Lily continues stubbornly, voice incredulous.

Instantly, and maybe it was the mixture of the buzzing alcohol, she blabbered.

Although Lily bustled with mischief while listening to her dilemma. Lily simply waved a hand dismissively, trying to soothe her worries. “He’s an introvert — introverts are terminally shy. Took him two weeks before speaking to James directly and another three to recruit him for the band.”

Y/N only sighed, shoulders slumping. “Stop it. He doesn’t fancy me. It’s fine.”

“Nope!” Lily sang, popping the P. She threw an arm around her shoulder. “I’m going to make sure you two talk tonight.”

“I don’t wanna to push it —”

“Shut it.”

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to. I should respect that.”

“No! I’m sure he does. Positive.”

Soon enough she was dragged out of the bathroom.

“Have I ever told you how much I hate you, Evans?” She hissed, nearing Remus who moved to sit by himself at the front bar.

“You’ve mentioned it occasionally.”

With a small whine, Y/N couldn’t help but try and shrug her off but alas, with a steel grip, Lily shoved her down to sit beside Remus.

“Hope you don’t mind us!” Lily chirped. “We ought to keep you company.”

He gave a little smile. Her heart gave a little thump in return. “Not at all.”

“Right! Well, I’m going to grab us a few drinks!”

She kicked Lily under the table. She still left with a simper.

Remus coughed, surprisingly initiating the conversation. “She didn’t ask us what we wanted,” he stated, although there’s a lilt to the words. They observed as Lily turned sharply, dark red hair bobbing as she made a b-line to Sirius and James who were too busy dipping each other on the dance floor. “I reckon she wants us to talk.”

He was already looking down at her when she swivelled the chair to him. Never one to shy away from attention, there was something about his gaze, his attention that felt intense. As if he saw something underneath.

“Then let’s give her what she wants, shall we?”

“I agree.” There was a hint of amusement on his face but quickly hid it with his glass, tipping it back.

He raised his hands, fingers motioning a small wave to flag the bartender. “Hi, can I please have a whiskey on the rocks and —” He turned to her, voice low and intimate. “What about you?”

From her peripheral vision, the word rum was written in large letters on the overhead, and she immediately blurted it out without thought.

The bartender nodded, and as quickly as he left, he returned, sliding their drinks to them.

“So,” Remus started, “You and Sirius… you two are..?”

She chuckled at the implications, having to pull the drink away to avoid choking on the burning liquid. “First date gone wrong. Nothing came of it.”

Remus hummed in acknowledgement.

“So,” she started, glancing at her reflection quickly from the reflecting glass, She subconsciously sat straighter. “What do you do? Aside from music.”

He took a sip. “I’m a history major and music minor. I er — work at a small book shop part time.”

Would Remus take it as a compliment if she combusted? Her hands found their way to the drink, nursing it.

“You?”

“Ah,” her hands traced the edge of her glass. “I’m a ballerina.”

A faint blush settled on his cheeks as he shifted in the stool but aside, he gave no indication of what he felt. “That's really cool.” He sounded sincere. “Now that you mention it, I think I’ve seen you on posters before.”

Her face heated in embarrassment. “Yeah, that would probably be me.”

“Swan Queen? Quite the accomplishment. Congratulations, Odette.” She perked up at the name. “Why don’t you tell me more.”

Flirting time.

Hook. “I can’t give away all my secrets.”

“You like keeping people guessing, don’t you?”

She lent in. “I think we all need a little mystery in life. Don’t you think, Remus?”

Line.

He quirked a brow. She finished her drink.

“Is that your prerogative for tonight?”

“Perhaps. If you want it to be?”

“Well,” he lent in too. Even while sitting, he loomed over her. “Are there others lined up to learn your secrets?”

“Depends on tonight.”

Sink.

Remus returned to just watching her, his measured scrutiny was riveting. But equally as frustrating.

“What? Y’don’t fancy mixed signals?” There was a pleasant, teasing tone to his voice.

She chuckled, looking down. “You don’t want to impress each other?”

“There are other ways to use our time. Effectively. You just have to tell me.”

“I — Christ!” He had her flustered, butterflies swarming in her stomach.

He wet his lips again, watching with amusement.

Then, he grabbed a napkin, leaning over the counter and grabbed a sharpie, scribbling down before handing it to her. His number.

“There, how's that for impressing each other?”

She could have kissed him there.

“Let’s dance you two!” Sirius shouted over the loud music, breaking their spell.

Lily bobbed her head fast. “They’re playing Taylor Swift!”

Remus shook his head. “I don’t d —”

“Oh come on!” she said. “At least let me teach you a little, huh?”

Instantly, he caved, flagging the bartender again for the bill. In a panic, she opened her mouth and as if he read her mind, Remus interjected. “Please, let me. I was the one who ordered them.”

A charmer.

The music was loud when they arrived at the dance floor where the rest of their friends belted out the concluding lyrics to Wildest Dreams. She was able to get Remus to awkwardly sway; his long limbs didn’t cooperate.

Another song started up again. They turned into a giddy mess, and she saw how Remus was loosening up, dropping the cold exterior and letting himself have fun.

‘Take you like a drug’

‘I taste you on my tongue…’

They danced and danced into the late night, and she used it to her advantage. She pulled him close, and he became her shadow, bendable at will. His hands were on her hips, back pulled to his chest.

‘It’s crazy what you’ll do for a friend’

She spun around, hand dragging down his front as she leaned in close, body pressed on his.

Dancing was a language in itself, and it’s one she sang loudest she could. If Remus was allowed to sing his, she might as well return the favour.

‘I’d run away and hide with you…’

There, again, was that delightful blush that coated his face. He managed to rasped out, “Wanna get some air?”

Remus led her away.

They snuck through the back entrance, as they leaned against the brick wall outside the pub. They caught their breaths, breathing in the cool air that whipped around; the sound of the music was loud enough that it thumped through the walls and bleed outside.

‘Nobody does it like you —’

Remus pulled a lighter from his pockets, a pack of cigarettes similar to Sirius.

He placed on between his teeth, bringing the lighter to it. He pulled it away from his lips and with an exhale and looked at her. “My bad, I should’ve asked you.”

“No, it’s fine.” She took his hand with the cigarette and brought it to her lips instead. Their eyes locked before he fixated on her mouth around the white stick. His chest rose in a shuddery breath as she pulled away, exhaling. “I hope you don’t mind.”

A grin. His focus fluttered down to her lips again.

“What?” She asked innocently. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N positioned herself forward, slipping her fingers through the belt loop of his jeans and tugged him closer. The cigarette was subbed out on the wall, long forgotten as Remus shifted, caging her against the wall. His jaw clenched, breathing heavily

His head leaned in, towering over her. He was so close, enough that she could count his long lashes and see her reflection in his green hues.

Large hands and fingers slid across her jaw, reaching to grasp her chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilting her to stare up at him.

“Tell me,” he murmured, smirk growing wide and voice teasing. Borderline mocking. “What do you want?”

“Can you kiss me?” She whispered, coming out more as a plea.

“Mm, see?” The rumble of his chuckling reverberated through her. “All you had to do was ask.”

Their bodies pressed together headly as he leant in, his hips pressed possessively down on hers, keeping her locked while their lids fluttered close as their lips met.

Remus’ lips were warm and soft, the lingering taste of cigarettes and whiskey inundated her senses. The combined thudding of their heartbeats thundered in their chest.

Her hands tangled into his hair and gripped his shirt, a small grunt coming from his. He pressed down harder, hands were everywhere, making warmth bloom across her chest and heat pooled in her knickers, soaking them.

Her mouth parted slightly, letting his tongue push between her lips, scraping her teeth and mouth, he moaned quietly, almost disbelieving as if he couldn’t understand how this was happening.

But too soon, Remus pulled back, head resting on hers. They breathed in deeply.

“We should stop.”

She visibly reclined, wondering if he might’ve regretted the kiss.

“Oh no, no,” he rushed, soothing away her worries as he brushed out any hair. “S’not like that. Another time? Completely sober?”

Talk to Remus? Check.

Flirt him into submission? Check.

Either get his phone number (check) or better yet;

Get him into bed? Another time.

─────── 〔 ♬ 〕───────

Hours later, sprawled in bed with a phone precariously dangling above his face, Remus started, waiting for a notification. From her.

Dropping his phone to the side of his head with a loud exhale, Remus started at the ceiling of his apartment, cringing as earlier memories flooded his mind.

He just had to be so bloody awkward, stupid and possibly creepy. He swore his IQ was slashed in half the moment he was placed in front of a pretty woman. Let alone someone of her calibre.

And shit, a ballerina?!

Remus groaned, hands dragging down his face. He felt himself grow warm. He was just glad that it panned out for him later in the evening.

Remus had something to hide in that pub, and it wasn’t easy. God, he wished they were fully sober. Every part of him yearned to have her.

And he felt himself grow hard again.

He mulled over what she sounded like, how she felt and tasted like. He already got a glimpse, a tease, and it clouded his mind.

Another time, he thought, holding onto hope that there indeed would be another time.

He looked down at his lap, feeling impossibly hard that it started to hurt.

Slipping beneath his briefs, his fingers grasp around his cock as he groaned at the feeling. Pulling himself up, he gave a few experimental tugs as he ran a thumb over the top. His eyes fluttered close, images of her face played like a movie, pretending his hand was replaced with hers.

They were so small in comparison to his and the thought had him jerking quicker. His free hand began to wander around his body, slowly trailing up his thigh to lower abdomen as his imagination went wild.

The image of her pretty lips wrapped around his cock flashed, pouty and slick with saliva, or tears streaming down with an utterly fucked out expression.

Every time his hips buckled up, another drop of precum trickled out, fisting his cock as it throbbed wildly.

Her innocence roped him in. Her skin was satin. It almost didn’t feel real.

He wanted her. Wanted to touch her, wanted to fuck her senselessly; wanted to lift her dress, bunching the taut fabric and slid a hand to push her panties aside. He wanted to flick his tongue over her clit. Wanted her sprawled out. Wanted her to whisper his name, over and over again, spliced with gasps and moans and heavy breaths and kisses to her neck and soft breast — God.

He groaned. Yes — faster faster faster —

“Fuck,” he moaned, head digging into the mattress as his chest rose. That was enough to push him to the edge as a white surge of pleasure shot through his body, thick ropes of white cum painted his chest.

He continued to stroke his length until spent. Laboured breaths echoed around the room as he slowly pushed himself up, heading to the bathroom to clean himself off.

Tired, he slipped back into bed, exhaustion washing over until there was the chiming of the phone. Remus picked it up, clicking the side as his phone lit up two messages.

Unknown Number: hi! is this remus?

Unknown Number: it’s Y/N

He felt his heart leap.

[Remus changed Unknown Number's name to Odette]

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Bestie do you have any headcannons where james thinks your really pretty and you aren’t dating but like how he would come up to you and what he would say and how we would try to impress you

Does that make sense

Falling for Him Headcanons || James Potter

Word count: 1052

A/N: I wrote these really quickly for you babe, I hope it suffices. I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers so that's what y'all get

Warnings: nothing really that I know of, James being kind of a cocky ass but that's hot is it not?

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Every student at Hogwarts knew who James Potter was, first years through seventh years, no matter who you were you knew James Potter’s name

But the only person he wanted to know his name was you

He all but made it his mission for you to know who he was like you were clueless before

But how could you be when all he did was strut around like he owned the fucking place

When he first starts directing his attention toward you he starts sliding into the seat next you during classes or at meals

Regardless of your house, come breakfast, lunch, or dinner, there James was, sitting beside you with Sirius and Remus wedging themselves into spots at the table

“Morning love, toast with your eggs?’

Will insist on serving you your food

Makes a little smiley face on your pancakes with whipped cream (sick anon once called it squirty cream, is that what it's called across the pond or is she mental as I suspect?)

The first couple of times he tries to sling his arm around your shoulders it ends with him in some sort of physical pain

Kicking his shins from underneath his table

Smacking him upside the head

Twisting his arm till he gets it off of you

Sirius and Remus being the terrific friends they are take immense pleasure in all of it

Nothing like watching your best mate be bruised by the girl he’s crushing on

Materializing next to you in the hallways

Sliding your bag off of your shoulder and onto his

And as his presence becomes increasingly frequent little packages, presents even, start popping up

Sweets bearing the Honeydukes name on their packaging magically appearing in your bag

Little notes complimenting your hair or your makeup that day tucked into the pages of your notebooks

Small pieces of jewelry, necklaces, earrings, the occasional bracelet, waiting for you on your desk during class

It was never a secret who was sending these gifts, James Potter was many things but stealthy wasn’t often one of them, not without that cloak of his and no matter how much he begged Remus to let him use it in his efforts to woe you Rem always insisted that he would not let him abuse the power the cloak granted him that way

Additionally it never seemed like he was putting any real effort into stealth, he wanted you to know that the gifts were from him

No matter where you were you could always count on James smiling at you, offering to help you put on the bracelet that had been dropped off by a postage owl during breakfast, asking if you were more of a milk chocolate or dark chocolate kind of person

The gifts softened you to the boy more than you would like to admit

You didn’t like the idea that you were the kind of person who could be bought with material objects

But it wasn’t the gifts that warmed you to him so much as it was the thought that had so clearly been put into them

Eventually you stop resisting his presence and upon his insistence you finally join he and his friends at their spot at the Gryffindor table

I think that the only reason he doesn’t stand up on the tables and proclaim his adoration for you is because he knows you well enough to know that that wouldn’t work with you. It’d just turn you off from him.

I don’t know if it's canon that he does that with Lily but in my mind he’s a lot more observant than anyone gives him credit for, even if his observance isn't conscious

Slowly you start to succumb to the boy

Your resistance towards his advances lessens more and more every day and you find yourself staring at him just as much as you catch him staring at you

You start taking him up on his offers to join he, Remus, and Sirius in Hogsmeade for the afternoon

Seeking him out in the library, though you tell yourself it's because you want Remus' help on the charms homework

When honestly you just can't help but smile every time you find James' smiling face already gazing upon yours

There really isn't a definitive moment where you finally crumble and admit that you like James as much as he likes you

Your friendship grows more and more intimate, sharing secrets that the other boys don't know, sneaking off together during your free period or after dinner to explore the castle

You grow more physically intimate too and with every touch James has to stop himself from squealing because even though he gets better at disguising how giddy it makes him he really is just an over excited puppy and that does not change when it comes down to you

The first night you spend in his bed is after a Gryffindor party and you were too drunk for him to let you out of the house

So he carts you up to his room, help you take off your bra and unzips your dress for you so you can change into the clothes he left out for you

Once you're clothed you launch yourself onto him, basically acting as a blanket as you snuggle in as close as possible and try to bury yourself inside of him

The two of you fall asleep like that, with you on top of him and his palm resting on the small of your back

When you wake up and realize that you're not in your own dorm and that the person you're on top of is James you start to pull off of him, being careful so as to not wake him up

But the second you move, the hand on your back in anchoring you to him and pulling you back flush against his chest

He's not really awake so James doesn't say anything intelligible but does release a few disgruntled grumbles and whines but you can make out a very distinctive "stay"

And you're shocked to find just how little you mind obeying that command

There may not have been an exact moment you succumbed to James' charms but it was at that moment you realized you really didn't mind falling prey to them

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𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢

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y/n clung to sirius’ side as they looked at the hogwarts express, sirius’ eye gleaming with a happy smile. sirius spotted a boy around his age only a couple feet away from him and strutted towards him with y/n following closely behind.

“sirius where are you going?” y/n muttered nervously as sirius just ignored her, “hi i’m sirius black” he said to the boy with glasses as y/n rammed into sirius accidentally causing sirius to look back a scowl at her. “this is my sister y/n” sirius said as y/n now stood beside her brother, the boy smiled “i’m james potter” he said shaking sirius’ hand. they knew of him and james knew of them, only a little though sometimes hearing their mothers talk about other pureblood families but james’ was definitely more sweet with her words unlike walburga’s which spat venom each word she spoke.

minutes later sirius and james were now glued at the hip, and y/n was now following behind them into the trains corridor. “here it’s empty” james said with a goofy smile, sirius opened the door pushing james and y/n in as the two boys laughed.

james and sirius giggled and laughed with each other until a knock was heard, the three whipped their heads toward the door as it opened, a tall boy and a short boy stood there. “the rest is full do you mind if we sit here?” the tall one said shyly, “we don’t mind! get in mate” sirius said rushing them in.

y/n stood behind sirius waiting to go up to the sorting hat, his friends had been sorted into gryffindor and sirius was eager to get sorted.

“gryffindor”

the sorting at yelled at sirius got up from the stool, y/n swallowed nervously their mother had told them that they’d be sorted into slytherin but it wasn’t going as planned. “miss black come sit” the professor said with a smile as y/n started to walk towards the hat. her palms started to feel sticky and she couldn’t help but tap her shoe quietly on the ground, “another black? hm you would do great things in gryffindor. yes Gryffindor!” the sorting at shouted as sirius cheered the most happy his sister was in the same house as him.

“mom is going to kill us. she’s probably already writing a letter telling them to put us in slytherin im surprised she hasn’t sent father here yet. i’m sure narcissa has most definitely already written a letter” y/n nagged fiddling with her thumbs nervously as sirius was walking to the common room, “it will be okay y/n promise” sirius mumbled trying to ease her mind then running to his new friends.

their mother was a nightmare, an absolute nightmare. sirius and y/n had longed for the day they could leave that dreadful house (if anyone could even call it that) and never return but hogwarts was a good place to start, not having to worry about walking the wrong way or getting screamed at for something.

narcissa was in her seventh year, shocked to find that her younger cousins were sorted in griffindor.

y/n watched as sirius joked around with his new mates, slightly frowning but she was happy for him. there was a slight brushed against her shoulder–looking over to be blinded by red haired girl with green eyes “hi i’m lily” she greeted with a smile.

“hello”

“dorcas and i were about to go to our dorm to unpack you gonna come or?” the red head asked tilting her head, y/n went to speak but lily beat her to it— “saw your name on our dorm sheet” lily said as y/n relaxed a bit. “sure but how did you know it was me?” y/n asked now being softly dragged by lily, the green eyed girl laughed “saw you get sorted duh! i have a brilliant memory” lily complimented herself with a proud smile making y/n’s corner of her lips turn up.

the girls giggled and unpacked sometime dorcas and marlene would show each other their clothes, lily would also show marlene her muggle books. y/n watched with a smile, but the fear of their mothers letter in the morning creeped in the back of her mind.

lily’s yawn was loud as she drowsily go out of dorcas’ bed walking to her own plopping down, dorcas got up and turned off the lights. “night guys” lily mumbled half asleep, and the other girl said the same.

y/n laid in her bed on her side rubbing the silk of the pillow case between her fingers, she missed her room already even though it didn’t have decorations she liked, only tacky expensive things that walburga had picked out as the years went by. y/n liked her bed though, it was comfortable and it looked pretty, and she liked how she could hide things up and under it without her mom batting and eye. she’d hide sirius things too, he had picked up a muggle book while they were out hiding it under his winter cloak until they got home.

they’d been dismissed to their rooms and sirius bolted to y/n’s jumping onto her bed with a shit eating grin, “what sirius?” y/n muttered quietly knowing he had something. he had put the book up his pant leg and then folded his sock over it so it wouldn’t fall out on the way home since the winter cloak wouldve been taken off of him by the house elf as soon as they walked in the door

he pulled it out, it was a small beat to hell and back, water damaged copy of frankenstein. “what’s that” she whispered as her hands went to open it flicking through the pages, “muggle book found it on the street” sirius said smiling. they slightly fought over who could read it first and y/n gave in but they hid it under y/n’s bed.

y/n also would hide sandwiches that she’d make in the middle of the night hoping not to get caught by anyone and the more she did this the more sneaky she got now knowing the pattern to walk so the floor boards don’t creak in the slightest. y/n did this just incase walburga wanted to take her anger out on them and send them to bed without dinner or if they did something to earn her behavior and she’d punish them with no dinner or lunch for the next couple days. she’d sneak down and make two or four then sneak back up placing it under her bed instead of up and under where the book went, grateful that the fabric draped to the floor covering what was underneath the bed. y/n never felt the sandwiches there for more than a day, after a day or so she’d throw it the animals through the metal fence on her daily walks around the mansion or when her french professor came and wanted to go outside. she still remembers the first night she did it.

“sirius! to bed now” walburga shouted as an angry sirius ran out the room, y/n didn’t know what he did but kept silent and stared at her plate in disgust knowing if she said something to defend her brother it would take a turn for the worst.

y/n creeped into sirius room, he jumped up eyes red and wet as his nose was raw. it was past midnight and walburga went to bed as their father was on a business trip, sirius rubbed his eyes “what are you doing in here” he muttered voice cracking, his tummy growled as he sniffled a bit.

“what happened?” she asked sitting on his bed, “didn’t want to my latin work” he sniffled again then his stomach growled once more. y/n got up being as quiet as she could going to the door “where you going?” sirius whispered—she looked back at him and told him to shush.

“i’ll be back. don’t follow me” she whispered, knowing sirius would try to but he felt his stomach growl and nodded.

y/n tip toed out the room and down the stairs a couple creeks were heard but nothing big

she finally found her way to the kitchen and made a sandwich, it wasn’t much but it’s the best she could do. she made another and put the things away silently then tried her hardest to not make sounds while going back to sirius’ room.

“here just made them” she whispered shutting his door, his eyes lit up. “thank you so much y/n” sirius said taking the sandwiches and started to eat one. “i’ll ask tomorrow how you did it” he said with a smile as she went back to the door. she laughed quietly “does this mean i get frankenstein tomorrow?” and sirius nodded.

y/n kept rubbing the silk smiling at some of the memories knowing their mother would punish them to the depths of hell if she knew, knowing walburga was out smarted by the two kids always made her feel better. she felt her eyes get heavy and didn’t fight anymore.

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emf005 · 2 years

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James II x Malfoy!Reader

Warnings: None, fluff, rivals to lovers

Song: A lovely night. Song Lyrics in Bold

Hey guys! This is one that hits pretty close to my heart and I'm sorta kinda proud of it, not gonna lie, lolol. I really hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

It was a party. Well, more specifically, your birthday party. Sixteen. It was about damn time, in your opinion, that you turned that age. The only problem with your party? Your dad, Draco I’m a fucking rich ass man who loves his kids Malfoy planned the whole thing. And invited everyone from school. Including the Potters. Which included James.

You shuddered even thinking of the boy.

It was a well known fact the two of you hated each other. I mean, how could you not? He was an arrogant prick who flaunced around the school. Like that boy flaunced. No strut in sight. He straight up flaunced. He thought he ruled the school just because he was a Potter. Well whoopty doo. Look at you. Just living off your father’s last name.

Merlin did that boy make your blood boil!

You had begged your father to not invite them. You would do anything! Anything at all! You would plead your undying loyalty to him if he would have just not invited them. But what did he say?

“He’s a part of your grade, Y/N/N. Him and his family are getting invited. It's the right thing to do.” You had pouted.

“I liked it better when you hated the Potters.” And then you left the kitchen. Done with the conversation and pissed off that you weren’t going to win.

Scorpius spun you on the dance floor and you laughed. Your brother had insisted on giving you at least one dance. And boy did he. He danced with you at least four times already. Though, you knew he was practicing to ask Rose Weasley to dance with him. You wished he would just tell her how he felt already.

The song ended and you kissed his cheek.

“Now go ask the girl you really wanna dance with,” you pulled back and ruffled his hair. He blushed and you laughed. You walked over to the punch bowl which was definitely (not) alcohol free. Because you had definitely known that this party wasn't going to cause you stress with James Potter around. So you had definitely not poured a bit of Fire whiskey into it. Nope. Never.

You took yourself outside and loved the way the wind bit at your exposed arms. Taking a sip of the drink you relished in the way the “non”-alcoholic drink bit your tongue and burned its way down your throat. You glanced inside and noticed your little brother taking Rose Weasley out onto the dance floor. You smiled and turned back around, leaning on the railing.

You gazed out onto the moonlit ocean.

Your father had insisted on having your party at your vacation house out by the beach for some reason. I mean, yes Malfoy manor was the description of the worst place on earth. But perhaps then the Potters wouldn’t have come. You didn’t mind Albus that much and you had never met their little sister, so you couldn’t hold anything against them. Harry and Ginny had always been nice towards you. So, you really didn’t hold anything against the Potters. Just the one son.

The stars were beautiful. Dazzling. The wind wiped a bit and you took another sip of your drink, now regretting not bringing a shawl or jacket of some sort. You looked down on your green dress. Green was your favorite color, and not just because of your house. It reminded you of the forest, where you actually felt at home.

The dress was by far your favorite. It was long and flowed out when you spun. It was off the shoulder so it revealed your collar bone. It was a darker green and had a black belt around the center of it. But the best part? The pockets. You loved pockets. It was honestly a problem how much you loved pockets.

Your hair was held up in a bun by a satin green ribbon. Well, it used to be held in a bun by a satin green ribbon. Now it was in a loose ponytail. It had fallen out so many times since the beginning of the night. But you never minded. Everytime your hair would become loose the ribbon had been charmed to find its way to your wrist.

“Well well well,” an annoyingly familiar voice rang out from behind you. “Her Royal Highness not at her own Sweet Sixteen,” he tutted and you heard the click of his dress shoes coming closer to you. “And why not?” You laughed.

“What's it to you, Potter?” You glanced at him. He was leaning backwards on the rail with his arms crossed. He shrugged.

“Perhaps I found this a perfect time to tourture the birthday girl.” You laughed.

“Perhaps your presence is enough.”

“Ouch. That was cold, Malfoy. You know you find me irresistible.”

“Ha! Perhaps it’s you who finds me irresistible.” He rolled his eyes and watched the last strangles of light fade in silence with you.

“The sun is nearly gone.” You hummed in response. “The lights are turning on.” You looked to see a few more lanterns turning on so yoru party would continue to rage on. “A silver shine that stretches to the sea,” he glanced over his shoulder to see the moon rising higher and the stars blazing their way across the sky and over the ocean. “We’ve stumbled on a view thats… tailor made for two,” you snorted and looked up at him, he was staring at the sky again. He brought his attention back to you. “What a shame those two are you and me.”

“Ha ha.” You sarcastically retorted, egging him on by accident.

“Some other girl and guy,” he turned away from you and headed towards the stairs away from the house. “Would love this swirling sky. But there’s only you,” he turned and motioned to you, prompting you to raise an eyebrow at his semi-deep mocking bow. “And I,” he gestured to himself and stood up again, brushing his messy black hair out of his face. “And we’ve got, no shot. This,” he gestured between the two of you, “Could never be. You’re not the type for me.” you scoffed and laughed.

“Really?” You asked, leaning sideways on the railing as you watched him hold onto the rail of the stair, about to go down.

“And there’s not a spark in sight,” you hummed and nodded as he slowly made his way around the ending of the stair, pausing to look at you for a moment. “What a waste of a lovely night.” he began to walk down the stairs. You waited a moment before the need to get the last word in and tease him a bit became unbearable. You walked to the railing and put your hand on the end looking at him on the platform below you.

“You say there's nothing here? Well, let's make something clear,” you smirked and picked up your dress and started down the dress after him. “I think I’ll be the one to make that call.”

“But you’ll call?” he teased, that stupid (Adorable) smirk on his face as you made it down to him. You ignored his comment and started to walk around him, looking him up and down.

“And though you look so cute,” you picked up his tie and played with it, “in your polyester suit.”

“Its wool.”

“You’re right,” you dropped his tie and walked to the railing again, wrapping your arms around yourself and glanced at him from over your shoulder. “I’d never fall for you at all. And maybe this appeals,” you gestured at the beautiful view in front of you. “To someone not in heels,” you lifted your dress up a bit to reveal a set of green heels that were shorter than most of the girls’ at the party, but still a pretty good height. You saw James cringe at the sight. “Or to any girl who feels. There's some chance,” you fell back onto James’ chest dramatically, causing him to pull his hands from his pockets and grab your arms. “For romance.” you shut your eyes and leaned into his hold, unaware of his own pleasure of holding you. Your eyes flew open and you pulled off of him. “But, I’m frankly feeling nothing,” you shrugged and leaned over onto the railing staring at the view again.

“Is that so?” he heard the click of his shoes and he hopped up onto the railing beside you, his back to the view.

“Or it could be less than nothing.”

He chuckled and nodded, looking at you watch the sky.

“Good to know. So you agree?”

“That's right,” you hummed and looked up at him.

“What a waste of a lovely night,” you both said in unison.

The two of you stared at each other and he smirked.

“Why do I get you in such a tizzy, Malfoy?” He cheekily grinned. “Perhaps you do fancy me a bit? Hm?” You scoffed.

“Ha! In your dreams, Potter.” You looked back at the view, but his gaze stayed on you.

“Come on, Malfoy,” he teased, hitting your leg with his foot. “Admit it, you wanna kiss my completely lovable face right now.” You began to laugh.

“Oh, Potter. You wish you could get a girl like me! But apparently,” you pushed off the railing and walked in front of him teasingly. “I’m not your type.” you went to leave, but his foot stopped you. You turned to him with a raised eyebrow. “Oh? Perhaps it's you who fancies me.”

“Come on, Malfoy.” He pointed to his cheek. “Give me a kiss, right here. You know I’m irresistible enough.”

“And why on earth would I do that?”

“To say you kissed James Potter.”

“Ha! Why would I want to?” You stepped closer to him.

“Because maybe you really do wanna.”

“Oh? Do I?”

“Or maybe you're scared.”

“Ha! Me? Scared? You’re out of your mind, Potter.”

“Perhaps.” he thought for a moment and looked down at you mockingly. You stood there with an amused smirk on your face and your arms crossed. “Maybe I’ll tell the whole school how you were too chicken to kiss me then?”

“Too chicken?” you rolled your eyes at his teasing, knowing he would never do something like that. “I am not to chicken to do anything.” You declared, smiling up at the boy who was swinging his legs, which were beside you, like a child.

“Yes you are. So completely chicken. You’re scared to-” you couldn;t take it anymore. Something just overtook you. You didn;t know what. You grabbed the boy's collar and smashed your lips onto his. He was surprised for a second before replying quickly. His hand moved to the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

But, OH MY GOD! This boy was ridiculously good at kissing. It was not even funny. And you found that the years of teasing and picking on each other and accidently unlocked something more. Something that you didn’t even know you could be capable of at this game.

You had fallen in love with James Potter. And as you two continued the kiss, him still sitting on the railing, you found how much that scared you. So, in a way, you were scared to kiss James Potter. Because now that you did, you didn’t think you’d be able to stop.

You two pulled away for air and he rested his head on yours smiling like a doof. You waited for the sarcastic comment. Something like “Didn’t wanna kiss me, huh?” but it never came. What did fall from his mouth, though, surprised you.

“I’ve been waiting to do that since second year,” he mumbled. You looked up at him, shock written all over your face. He got a smirk. “What didn’t notice, Malfoy?” He teased. Your face stayed blank and confused. His smirk fell and he leaned back. “You really didn't notice, did you?” You swallowed and shook your head. You hadn’t even noticed your own feelings for the boy! “Heh,” he laughed and ran his hand through his hair. “Wow. I thought I was painfully obvious. I mean, even my friends were saying how painfully obvious I was and if you hadn;t reacted by then… Godric, I’m sorry, Y/N.” Your name sounded strange when he said it. Had he ever not called you Malfoy? “I fucked everything up.” he chuckled sadly. You smiled and brought his face to meet your gaze.

“I don’t think you did, though. You see, Potter, I think I like you too. But I didn’t realize it until just now. And now that I think about it… I think I’ve liked you since second year, as well.”

“Really?” You smiled and nodded.

“Really.” He crashed his lips on yours again without a second thought. After a second, he somehow slipped off the railing and slid you onto it, so you weren’t craning your neck to kiss him. His lips were soft against your, and warm and he tasted like strawberries and lemon, which was an oddly fantastic combination.

Your heart was beating so fast that you thought it had been replaced with a ticking time bomb. You remembered your heart acting like this when he was around before, but you had always assumed it was in anticipation of what small battle you two would have. How were you supposed to know it is this? He pulled back for air again, and you both were heaving, trying to catch your breath.

“Hey, Malfoy.” You hummed. “I don't think this turned out to be such a waste of a lovely night.” You chuckled and looked up and then back down at him.

“No. I don’t think so, either.”

#james potter #harry potter fanfiction #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james sirius potter #malfoy reader #reader #hp x y/n

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st0nesnglitter · 3 years

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Poly relationship w/ the marauders

Headcannons and drabbles about dating James, Sirius and Remus

Mentions of sex, nudity and non-sexual nudity

Not proofed

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It’s the most beautiful relationship ever

Growing from platonic love to romantic is hard as it is, so when it happened between four people you really needed to have a strong foundation

Remus was pretty surprised when he started seeing Sirius and James share intimate moments around their dorm but he also felt a twang of jealousy as he watched the interractions

So now their was constant reassurance that the love was between all of you, everyone loves everyone

Sirius can get a little bit possessive over the three of you and would not hesitate to throw out dangerous looks to anyone that lets their gaze lingers

The biggest sap out of the four of you is definitely James

He loves slowdancing in the kitchen in the morning as you cook breakfast

”Aw come on you two, you’re gonna burn the food!” Remus whined and runs up to the stove to stir, but James just giggled.

”But how could I focus to such a mundane task when I can admire this beauty?”James grinned toward you and you rolled your eyes.

Prongs always remember every date that needs to be remembered, and a couple that doesn’t and loves celebrating birthdays

Sirius had never had a real celebration for his birthday and can barely remember the date of his birth

And Remus don’t want to be a burden and try to refuse to tell James when he asks

Remus is always very warm and often goes to sleep in the guest bedroom when all of you have fallen asleep, not because he doesn’t want to cuddle but because he feels like you would get uncomfortable from his heat

But in the morning he wakes up with all three of you cuddled up to him in the guest bed

You’d spend the summers in the Potter’s summer house, right by a lake

Sirius tries to insist that clothes are unnecessary and wants to implement a ”no pants”- rule

James agrees and walks around in only boxers for three days straight

Skinny dipping in the lake after really hot days

The suns wrath was upon you and sweat trickled down the back of your neck. Remus’ prediction that it would cool down toward the evening could not have been more wrong and at around 7 PM it was unbearable. The rule Sirius had tried to get you all to follow had come true and the four of you were lounging around in the thinnest shirts you could find.

”Lets go to the lake” James murmered and stands up from his loveseat, stretching his arms over his head ”gotta cool off”.

Thankfully the shore was basically in the garden and you and Sirius raced down and stripped as fast as possible before running down the jetty and jumping into the water.

James and Sirius took their time taking off their clothes, spending some extra time aprreciating the others body, before walking out to you and Sirius.

Rem collects chapsticks and you show him the best muggle brands <3

And Sirius has made it a game to kiss him and guess the flavour

”I know, wait... SHUSH” Sirius pulled a hand through his hair as he took in the flavour with a laughing Remus behind him.

”Marshmallows!!” The raven-haired boy exclaimed proudly but his face faltered as Remus didn’t burst out in celebration.

”Actually it’s ”s’mores”, so that means that you are once again incorrect”.

Walks are very common throughout your group

Remus likes to air out his brain after long study sessions or a hard day of work

Sirius wants to smoke and since you’re hard on him to not do it out a window you bring him outside

James wants to pick flowers, look at the scenery and plan pranks out of hearing distance from potential victims

Dinners are wild

Remus will climb on top of the table to gain some attention to explain his newest ideas to take over the world

And Sirius will tug on his pantleg so they almost tip the whole table over telling him to ”sit down you baby!”

James is a very picky eater and is grumpy the whole dinner whenever Remus uses a new recipe

Putting Sirius’ hair up when it’s in his way or it’s too hot, and keeps saying that he can’t do it himself

Jamie is the sleepiest boy

He can almost always be found on the couch or in the giant bed snoozing away or blinking heavily whilst desperately trying to listen to Remus reading

REMUS LOVES TO READ TO YOU

Even though he just wants to read on his own he adores when you, Si and Jamie lay down around him and a silence spreads except Remmy baritone voice and the occasional flip of a page

Before a date two dark-haired boys are cramming into the mirror in the bathroom trying to style their hair to the nines as you and Rem sits and waits out in the living room

Introducing them to movies and they decide that you’ll have a movie night once a week

Showing them all your favorites and atleast one movie from each genre

Cigarettes after sex, the only time you let them do it inside cause you are all too tired to move and the sight of these goregous men smoking is too good to be true

Sirius handed James, who sat to his left, the cigarette before the bespectacled boy took a long drag. He leaned his head back as he blew out the smoke before reaching over Sirius to give it to Remus. Soft lips wrapped around the filter and he sighed as he felt the nicotine enter him and the engery that he had lost from prevoius actions started to come back. Rem ashed into the ashtray before looking over to you with hooded eyes.

Kisses are a constant

Being the attention whore that he is Sirius always wanted one for every single one that was shared where he was excluded

I’ve said this before but: James is a sub

Sirius is a switch

Remus is a dom

James is also a himbo

He’s really fascinated by muggle things but his excitement is sometimes ruined by the other boys making up stuff and him strutting over to ask you about it

Gently telling him that that wasn’t true but making it up by telling him a true fact

Singing songs from the top of yojr lungs as Sirius or James olays guitar

Only one who gets to touch Sirius’ hair is Remu (brushing, styling, cutting)

All of the boys have their own set of insecurities and can be caught comparing themselves to each other

Remus wants Si’s clean and whole skin, without cuts and scars, and jeslous of James rippling muscles

Sirius wants Remus height, being the shortest of them will leave you to the bad end of some petty jokes

James desires their intelligence, especially during their time at Hogwarts cause he felt like he is slowing their academical achievements down

Painting Pads nails black to try and make him stop biting them

Jamie making up songs on the spot and singing them loud eneough to be heard from every room

”Prongs I swear to FUCK if you don’t stop singing I’ll put your mouth to better use!

Discussing sharing a last name

Siri does not want you to be Blacks since only pain and sadness follows that name

Rem does not want it to be Lupin since it reminds him of what he is everyday

So you settle on becoming Potters

James is so, so excited and lays you down and just stared at the three of you with awe

”You’re mine, you all are so beautiful and you are all mine”

Sirius sobs when he finally legally is a Potter

And he’s no longer a Black

Full moons are hard but you soothe Rem best you can

The night he comes back and is hurting you always make him a cup coco since his jaw is too sore to chew regulat chocolate

He adapts this and everytime he sees one of you down he goes and makes some coco

Wearing each others clothes to bed

Your closets are just a mess and you take whatever it gives you

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siriusmydeer · 3 years

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For the Thank You Next can you do Imagine with James Potter?

thank you, next.

james potter x slytherin!fem!reader

summary: you go through the stages of love till you find your person.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: mutual pinning, over use of sarcasm it’s so bad, SWEARING, kissing, mentions of kissing, mentions of an arm falling off, mentions of injury

—0:00

‘Thought I'd end up with Sean

But he wasn't a match

Wrote some songs about Ricky

Now I listen and laugh

Even almost got married

And for Pete, I'm so thankful

Wish I could say "thank you" to Malcolm

'Cause he was an angel’

one day, when you’re young, your mother tells you, ‘there’s lots of fish in the sea, but you have to wait for the right catch’ or maybe that was just your deranged mother. normally, you thought all of that was bullshit. a slytherin princess should never be mistreated, someone whomst you honour and adore with all in your beating heart; turns out slytherin boys didn’t get the fucking memo.

the only person who did understand was the one and only, regulus arcturus black. but you unfortunately lacked sexual attraction to him so therefore you couldn’t date him, so that was a feigning issue. evan rosier was fit, top of his classes and a quite nice mop of blonde on his head, he was a quidditch player and a pureblood slytherin; so etiquette is to be clearly expected. too other schoolmates, especially the fawning girls of almost every house, he was probably the full package, one of the alpha males that roamed the hallways at hogwarts; oh were those girls the biggest knob heads to exist.

turns out he was just the biggest fucking dick to ever walk the planes of the earth, he ran around with idiots like lucius malfoy— another mistake of the century, and little severus snape; thank merlin, and salazar slytherin themselves you never resorted to him.

‘One taught me love

One taught me patience

And one taught me pain

Now, I'm so amazing

Say I've loved and I've lost

But that's not what I see

So, look what I got

Look at what you taught me

And for that, I say’

normally your first couple of boyfriends should teach you something out of the relationship, maybe what you needed to strengthen for the next time you were in an intimate relationship, like trust, communication, maybe even sexual intimacy.

all these absolute dunces taught you was to pick your boyfriends better, and to stay away from every slytherin male that had ever entered hogwarts. evan— oh, he only taught you that everyone and everything was a priority over you, always the ‘talk to you later.’ and the casual, ‘blowjob?’ comments; absolutely fucking arse. lucius, couldn’t forget his moto in your mind even if you jammed it in your strongly-witted brain that money was power and money over any atom to every exist.

regulus understood, strict pureblood parents but he still understood how to treat a partner. i guess it was nice not picking up every habit of walburger and onion— sorry, walburga and orion, noble heirs of the house of black. yeah, did i mention they were second cousins?

‘Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (next)

Thank you, next (next)’

“you could always hang out with my brothers mates, i see them not casually oogling you.” oh regulus, sometimes you did lack the slytherin wit and ambition. he was sprawled on the malachite coloured couch, a pearly white quill fumbled between his slender digits as he started aimlessly into oblivion at the dying out fire in the midst of the frigid common room.

“yeah, let me go hang out with my best friends brothers friends, slytherin haters! such a good idea, reg. maybe they should’ve put you in ravenclaw from that amazing idea!” if you were sarcastic before, there aren’t a non-vulgar amount of words in the universe to describe the tremendous mockery in your tone; as you intensely stared into the crevices of the ceiling while laying on the opposite viridescent sofa.

“merlin, tone down the sarcasm a bit? i was just offering, it’s not like your a pureblood, or a prat.” regulus offered, looking at your form, your elbow now covering your eyes and making recurring heavy sighs every few minutes. “being a half-blood is enough for hatred, regulus, m’dear.” you sighed again, in defeat. hopeless romantic and hated by many, fantastic, am i right?

‘Spend more time with my friends

I ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Plus, I met someone else

We're havin' better discussions

I know they say I move on too fast

But this one gon' last

'Cause her name is Ari

And I'm so good with that (so good with that)’

don’t think, breath and just do what your heart tells you to. fuck that— panic, cry, scream, whatever, be scared. you were gaping at the red mass and overdue of shades, it wasn’t ugly but definitely not the prettiest colour to exist; mixed with mustard yellow. gryffindor students absolutely covered in both. well students, no, james potter, yes.

he happen to be your victim, well friend of sirius; regulus did say after all they oogled you, whatever that meant. you both played quidditch, pretty decent grades, both had good humour, your more so, i mean c’mon you couldn’t find that wit just anywhere, and well you could be best friends. well friends, acquaintances, maybe one, possibly. if only you had the confidence of a leo male, all you needed was to strut over to the damn quidditch field and say something, literally anything.

so that’s exactly what you did, your shoes crunching against the no-longer damp grass, dry after morning dew showers. your bag hanging off of your left arm, your head preoccupied with ways on how to greet someone because slytherin etiquette right now was not the way to go; it would only cause assumptions and stereotypes. i mean who the actual fuck says, ‘how do you do?’ anymore.

‘She taught me love (love)

She taught me patience (patience)

She handles pain (pain)

That amazing (yeah, she's amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I say’

enemies, nope. acquaintances, don’t think so. friends, getting there. close friends, i would say. if someone ever said they saw james fleamont potter hanging around a slytherin they would’ve assumed that someone was knocked upside the head with the biggest beaters bar you could find, but the green and red weren’t that bad of a mix after all.

henceforth, here you were giggling like school girls with james fucking potter right by the black lake. “james, respectfully, stop carrying that stupid snitch everywhere. doesn’t it weigh down your pockets?” you queried the boy who was fumbling with the golden snitch for the past three minutes, flipping his hair so he could knock the brunette tendrils from his eyes while he gaped at you.

you were glowing— the sun at its highest peek, he could’ve been on his knees thanking albus dumbledore in his office for free period; knowing james we would’ve offered to comb his beard and maybe even a shampoo and condition it while he was at it.

your eyes glittered as you chortled at him for dropping that stupid ball for the third time, your hair dancing in the wind like it was a routine, a perfect routine, your teeth glinting at the suns ethereal rays that hit you just right. imagine if james’ foolish cocky mask instead would’ve rejected your offer of friendship that one humid day on the quidditch pitch— he would’ve been the biggest git to ever stride the planet.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Thank you, next’

friends, that’s what it was suppose to be. pals, mates, schoolmates, whatever the fuck you called it. it wasn’t suppose to be frenemies, to friends to lovers! you weren’t suppose to notice the navy blue flecks of colour in his cerulean eyes, the way his lips curled in a smile after he caught that silly snitch that blazed the thick sure after a hefty match, the way he brushed the tresses of hair behind your ears when the wind was assaulting your face and you were basically swallowing your hair.

now sitting with him in the library you were mentally stabbing your stygian heart, why men. why do they do things, why do men sometimes have the decency to show sympathy, and partiality with their friends. he hugged you, he kissed your forehead when you felt dejected, james potter went through the slytherin common room to bring you chocolates on your period. which fucking gryffindor would do that, huh? definitely not frank longbottom or fabian prewett.

his hand scathed yours as he pointed at how to make a draught of peace potion, his hand was warm and smooth but only from what you touched— you could see slight callouses forming on the pads of pads palm from broom handling, and the small cracks in his knuckles from the lacking use of lotion. you felt the rapid rate of your heart merely increasing at the minute from the slight touch, a rush of rose clouded your cheeks. this was so embarrassing.

‘One day I'll walk down the aisle

Holding hands with my mama

I'll be thanking my dad

'Cause she grew from the drama

Only wanna do it once, real bad

Gon' make that last

God forbid something happens

Least this song is a smash (song is a smash)’

you were mid flight, smashing a bludger in the direction of the vermillion colours. even when you were immensely sweaty, intensely panting, abundantly tired, and your arm looked like it wanted to fall off he wanted to kiss the energy back into you. james loved winning against slytherin, it might’ve been his favourite thing at hogwarts; but he would murder a pack of death eaters if it meant he got to see your smile when your emerald-clad seeker clutched that small golden ball.

both teams landed, a handshake due for the game to be over after almost two continuous hours of playing and that stubborn ball blazing the air. he meant to walk over there, a hug overdue in his prideful way of saying congratulations but he did not think that he would’ve strided over to your panting figure and clasped your soft cushion lips with his own parched ones from the continuous heaving in his breath.

your lips tasted of peach, hints of mango. your lips dried of chapstick but still smooth— feeling the grooves in your lips, they were puffy and swollen probably from the tremendous amount of times you had bitten your lips in anxiety. your lips disconnected for a moment, suddenly realizing that you had an audience of your fellow slytherins, your enemy gryffindors and not one but two shocked crowds of hufflepuffs and ravenclaws suddenly watching the private scene unfold.

james cleared his throat, looking at your grinning face that was encased between his palms, your face was significantly flushed, your chest moving every millisecond at the loss of breath in your lungs. “good, uh, good game james.”

‘I've got so much love (love)

Got so much patience (patience)

I've learned from the pain (pain)

I turned out amazing (turned out amazing)

I've loved and I've lost (yeah, yeah)

But that's not what I see (yeah, yeah)

'Cause look what I've found (yeah, yeah)

Ain't no need for searching

And for that, I'll say’

cocky, quidditch captain, school prankster, pureblood gryffindor, and head boy. that to the peering eyes of hogwarts was james potter, but he was so much more than that. he was like an onion, gross comparison but for the sake of it you’ll use it, he had layers but everyday it’s like you cried a little less and you peeled just a bit more.

he was benevolent, he guided first years to common rooms and sometimes he studied with fourth year hufflepuffs. he was sensible, sometimes, he helped out madame pomfrey in the healers wing when remus had been injured from a full moon along with any remaining students in the ward from previous incidents, not to mention, you did uncover remus’ ‘furry secret’ and swore to secrecy. and most of all, james was cherishing, he actually did give a fuck when you had a bad day, he stroked your back and hummed you stupid baby lullabies.

i mean could you imagine lucius malfoy and evan rosier humming a girl lullabies when they were upset? celebratory kisses after quidditch, bringing you snacks while you were overwhelmed in school work and actually made an effort in the relationship? they would’ve bought you a pair of red bottoms and called it a day.

‘Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next (thank you, next)

Thank you, next (said thank you, next)

Thank you, next (next)

I'm so grateful for my ex

Thank you, next

Yeah’

there was infact one thing that your past relationships taught you;

never date a man to ever be put in the slytherin house ever again.

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years

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Soft Side

Pair: James Potter x Reader; he/him.

Summary: James doesn’t let his soft side show in fear of being teased and certainly doesn’t let it known that he’s been crushing on his best mates brother. But one day, it slips free, Sirius finds out and he gets to go stargazing- Not too bad.

Warnings: Cute? Lowkey trash?? I’m sorry- I tried-

Notes: So.. I had no idea what to put for the gif- so here’s this. I’ll edit this tomorrow. Pick your house!

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If there was one thing James Potter wanted to keep secret, it was his love for all things soft. Soft stuffies, soft people, soft blankets, soft sweaters- everything soft. He knew he’d be absolutely dominated by teases and jokes if his bestest of friends were to ever find out so he never let it show. That is until he met you. You managed to take his soft side and rip it from the deep confides of his soul and layer it above his loud, prankster personality. He loved and hated it. When he was with you, he just wanted to make you flower crowns or read to you during a thunderstorm by candle light.

The hardest part of all of this was you weren’t his. Not yet, anyway. You weren’t really dating anyone and chose to focus on your very important studies. While you weren’t necessarily the best friends with the group self proclaimed as the Marauders, you were blood related to Sirius, more specifically his younger brother. So that was just another kink in the chain of James’ feelings.

I mean- who could actually fall for his best friend’s brother? Bloody James Potter. He thought sourly as he gazed at you across the dining table. Sirius had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, whispering gossip to you, probably about Snivellus or maybe Remus, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was how you covered your mouth and laughed into your hand. The raven haired student could genuinely hear you laugh, have that laugh be the only noise he hears until he dies, and he’d be content, hell, even happy about it.

“So, Potter? What’s the plan for today?” Sirius spoke up, returning said males thoughts to the blank paper laid across the table. At some point, your eyes had flickered to his, and he would swear to the heavens he could see the stars sparkling in your irises- even if that’s cheesy.

“Well, I-” He closed his textbook quickly and slid it away from him. He didn’t really think this far ahead so he didn’t know. He ran his finger tips along the tan parchment that the Marauders desperately wished would show Hogwarts in its entirety to them. “I didn’t plan anything yet.”

“Boo!” Sirius called out, smirking and winking at some Ravenclaw bird that passed by the table. “Ah, come on. I thought we’d go pick on Sniv-” He let out a groan, pulling his arm away from you to wrap them around his stomach, where you’d elbowed him.

“Stop calling him that, Sirius. He’s not a bad guy, in fact, he’s just like you, greasy hair and all.” You snickered, watching your brother curl in on himself. That was another thing he really liked about you. You managed to reel Sirius back when he was going too far and control him, somehow. You were the only man Sirius ever listened too and it amazed James to such a degree. What magic did you hold that allowed you to stop this curly haired idiot and how does he get some?

“Why not, Chortle?” James smirked, trying to shove the love-sick grin that was desperate to spread across his lips down into non existence. He let out his own laugh when you kicked his shin lightly.

“Well, James, if you must know, bullying the kid for no reason is a major jerk move! Slytherin’s aren’t that bad!” You ignored James’ and Siruis’ gasp of shock. “Besides, you guys have got to stop giving everyone terrible nicknames!” You grinned at him, causing his cheeks to tint a soft pink. “All of your nicknames suck royal hippogriff!”

“That is not true and you know it!” James flicked his dry quill at you, his eyes wide in fake shock. “I am the Nickname King at this table, (Y/n)! If you don’t like it, you won’t be a part of the Marauders anymore.” He genuinely thought it was a cute nickname- your animagus was a hyena, after all. He thought it fit.

“First of all, I came up with the group name, you git! Second of all- no! Do not interrupt me! Second of all, I also came up with Moony AND Padfoot! You came up with Prongs! What the hell is a prong?” You joking yelled out, standing up and leaning on the table to poke his nose. James felt his blush double and was really praying no one noticed, but judging by the way Sirius was smirking at him, he knew. James’ eyes jumped between your brothers smirk and your dizzying smile.

“Well, I came up with Chortle.” James chewed on the inside of his lip, trying to ignore how his heart was speeding up in his chest. Please stop being cute- James let out a silent sigh of relief when you finally sat down and hoped your brother was smart enough to keep his mouth shut. The odds were not in James’ favor.

“Yeah, and it’s Gods awful, Prongs.” Sirius spoke up, leaning over the table some. “Maybe something like ‘love’ is more fitting for him, hmm?”

“Watch it, Padfoot.” James spat out, his hands curling into fists under the table. This was what he didn’t want. He didn’t want Sirius knowing or Remus knowing and definitely didn’t want you know he was absolutely smitten over you. You’d probably laugh at him, or hate him, or never speak to him again and he couldn’t handle that.

“What? I’m just trying to help my best mate notice the obvious cru-” Sirius shut up the exact moment James slammed his hands down on the wooden table.

“Shut it, Sirius.” He spat out again before throwing one leg over the bench, followed by the other and storming out of the dining hall, shoving his way right past Remus, who had just walked close to the table. He ignored the soft brunette's call after him and the echoing ‘what did you do?” made by the same voice. He ran his hands through his hair as he walked out of the school. “Bullocks- that- Ugh- mangy dog-” He grumbled to himself as he strutted across the courtyard, ignoring the swooning birds on the sidelines and heading straight down the stone steps to the Black Lake.

The young male in specks made a beeline straight toward the weeping willow, successfully ducking to avoid a branch before poking the knot on the bark to help it relax. He leaned against the harsh bark, his gaze casted over the reflective water. He let out a sigh, finding the harsh rays of sun far to warm for his liking. He took off his Gryffindor robe, throwing it onto one of the lower hanging branches before pulling his sweater over his head, forcing his glasses to become askew.

Once they were fixed, he set the setter next to the robe and allowed gravy to pull him to the ground. He crossed his legs into a knot as he rolled up his sleeves, still trying to actively avoid the unforgiving warmth. The male was just happy the tree was providing a nice spot of shade for him to relax under. He pushed his glasses up again, a sigh leaving his lips while he pressed his back against the bark.

“Hey.”

James whipped his head around, seeing you kind of popping out from beside the tree with a smile that had his heart stopping.

“Hey! Wha- um- What are you doing down here? Shouldn’t you be reading or studying or doing some academic even though you get the best marks of our year?” As he spoke, his head slowly lifted and his back straightened up away from the wood; he didn’t want you thinking he was a slob. His brown eyes jumped around behind the lenses, before they settled on your absolutely captivating (e/c) ones. His eyes followed yours as you sat down next to him, shedding your house robe to relieve the warmth you were also feeling. He found himself staring at your cute lips and even cuter pink cheeks. Oh, Merlin, he had it bad. Under the shady tree, it felt hotter the closer you got to his side.

“Oh, well, I felt bad for Siri being an absolute twat and decided to apologize for him. So, I’m sorry on his behalf.” You spoke up, plucking a rock free from the dirt and casually throwing it to the water, enjoying the ripple it created. While your gaze was on the lake, his was glued to his cheeks. He took in a stuttering breath before boldly wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tugging you to his side.

“You didn’t have too, Chortle! I’m all set!” He casted a smirk in your direction, praying to Merlin his heart wasn’t audible from his ribcage. His eyes widened when the blush across your face increased ten fold. “You ok?”

“Huh?” You turned toward him, your eyes mimicking a doe’s in pure innocence. “Oh! Yeah, I’m good, just um- Warm!” You couldn’t stop looking at his eyes. God, they reminded you of the forest, not that you’d admit it to his face. He was struggling to turn away from your gaze as well. He felt his lungs physically stop moving when your eyes glanced down at his semi parted lips before popping back up to his, all of it happened so fast.

“Caaann I help?” James found himself leaning in more, a genuine smile coming up to his lips. He subconsciously tightened his arm around your shoulder, his own eyes flicking down to your lips like it was some kind of signal that he prayed would mean something.

“I think you might be able too, yeah.” You whispered, leaning up ever so slightly. At this point, James’ noose was almost touching yours and he was wondering if you could see your reflection in his glasses, because he could see his own in your eyes. He wanted to say he moved in closer and connected your lips, but he couldn’t say for sure. Judging by how poorly you both actually aimed, you both surged forward. Despite James being desperate for the feeling of your lips against his, the kiss remained softer than silk. His hand cupped your cheek, gently sliding your lips to press against his more effectively

James pulled away, his grin from before growing wider. His thumb ran across your red cheek. He reached for your hand with his spare one and grasped it as if it was an injured butterfly.

“How long?” His voice was quiet, but sounded almost too loud compared to the gentle silence surrounding the two of you. “When?” He had so many questions, but wanted to focus on the most important ones.

“2 years now; since you and Sirius turned that one Slytherin statue red and gold.” You let out a soft giggle and leaned into the touch. James realized at this moment you were the softest member of your house and it only had him swooning harder for you.

“Godric, I love you, (Y/n).” He let out a snort when your eyes widened. “What?” He let go of your cheek and opted for pulling you into his side, effectively starting a snuggle session.

“Nothing! Just thought you forgot my name. I’m glad you didn’t!” You played with the males fingers. The seeker could never have forgotten your name. It echoed in his dreams, he saw it written in stars, and he heard it everywhere he turned. He literally couldn’t escape it.

“I’d never forget the name of my love.” Forever the smooth talker. He smiled wider when you let out another bunch of giggles. He would never get tired of that sound. The two of you jumped when someone coughed. You both turned to see Remus and Sirius standing just off to the side, right outside of your peripheral vision.

“Hey! What happened to Marauders before my baby brother?” Sirius put his hands on his waist, a knowing smile spread across his lips. James groaned. He��d rather deal with a Devil's Snare.

“I’m not your baby brother!” You cried out, your face turning redder than ever. You threw a small rock at your brother, watching it bounce pathetically off his chest. “Merlin.” You grumbled, curling into James’ side.

“Siri, be happy for them!” Remus hit the males chest with a book. “At least it’s out and they can stop swooning in secret.” The werewolf turned back to the new couple. “Besides, they’re cute together.” He stated before walking off, dragging Sirius away by his sleeve.

“Wait, no, I’m not done teasing my little brother!”

“Yes, you are. Did you know James had a soft side though?”

The pair of voices faded as they walked back up the stone steps, allowing the couple to watch the lake reflect the beautiful scenery around it and just chat. The couple didn’t move until the stars replaced the sun and every constellation had been pointed out in the night sky. Sure, it was past curfew, but neither cared. They had each other.

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prfctethereal · 3 years

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my future | gazing upon a crystal ball | part i

pairing: james potter x reader

warnings: LOTS of angst sorry, some fluff, idk if i forgot anythings

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There are three things you should know about me.

Number one: somehow veritaserum does not work on me. It’s the strangest thing I’ve ever encountered. No matter how much of the truth-spilling potion passed my lips, my secrets never budged. It was as if I was drinking water, without the tart, metallic taste.

Number two: my talent of divination was unrivalled at Hogwarts. Once again, it was unclear how I possessed this power, especially since I was muggleborn, but somehow, I was one of the best Seers in over a decade at Hogwarts, praised courtesy of Professor Trelawney.

And number three: I was hopelessly in love with the man that I could call my boyfriend, James Fleamont Potter. He was the definition of charm and chivalry; he was who I wished to call my everything.

As I laid down in his arms in the Gryffindor common room, I watched the fire crackle, the quiet sound of James’ soft breathing floating through my ears. His hand was traipsing up and down my back mindlessly, tracing figure eights onto my delicate skin. I felt calm. I felt content.

There were two days left of our seventh year at Hogwarts. Tomorrow was supposed to be spent cleaning up our dorms and soaking in the last moments of the Hogwarts atmosphere, but all I wanted to do was stay inside all day with James.

He hoped to join the Order of the Phoenix, a secret organisation that worked to bring down Death Eaters and Voldemort himself, after Hogwarts. I wanted to join just as bad as James did, but he said no. It was the only thing we fought about. Continuously, he argued about the dangers of joining together, but I always held my ground. We were to do this together.

“What are you thinking about, love?” I heard James say from above me, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek as I smiled.

“You. Me. Our future.” I shrugged, rubbing the palms of my hands up and down James’ arms, trying to ground myself.

“I like that sound of that,” James nuzzled his head into the book of my neck, inhaling my scent. “Our future. You and me. Forever.”

“I’ll always be your forever and ever, Jamesie. I love you to the moon and back.” The words came out as a hushed whisper, but James clung on to them desperately, pressing innocent kisses just under my jaw.

“You won’t be able to get rid of me.” James cracked a joke, running his fingers across my waist, lightly tickling me as he went. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I wouldn’t want you to.” I replied, leaning upwards to place a delicate kiss on his lips. Raising my hands up to his face, I cupped his cheeks, deepening the kiss in a flurry of passion, that was soon interrupted.

A rustling sound came through the portrait of the Gryffindor common room, piquing the interest of us too. We broke apart from each other at first, before slowly melting back together. It was late at night, many of the other students having already gone to bed. Subconsciously, I grabbed onto James’ hand, letting the pads of his thumbs gently rake over my knuckles as if to soothe me.

Professor McGonagall strutted into the common room, a distressed look on her face. With furrowed eyebrows, she scanned the surroundings before her eyes landed on me.

“Y/N, can you please come with me? Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you.” McGonagall spoke softly, reaching her hand out towards me.

“Oooh, you’re in trouble.” James laughed, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple. I chucked along until I saw the somber expression plastered on McGonagall’s face, shutting my mouth instantly.

“Of course, Professor. I’ll come immediately.” Before leaving, I turned quickly, placing one lady peck on James’ nose, hurrying out of the common room, towing behind McGonagall.

She didn’t say much and walked briskly, a stark contrast to her normal attitude. It was quiet, none of us striking conversation, so we walked together in uncomfortable silence until we reached the griffin statue that guarded Dumbledore’s office.

“Sherbet lemon.” Professor McGonagall stated, her booming voice commanding the griffin to let safe passage through. When the griffin had moved, McGonagall said nothing, but ushered me upwards until I reached the doorway.

“Miss L/N, please come in.” Professor Dumbledore beckoned me in through his great door. I always tensed up at his looming office. Everything seemed so much taller than me. Too many eyes could look at me and judge me from the portraits around the room. I lingered in the doorway, uncertain about obeying Dumbledore’s command.

“Please.” He persisted, his hand outstretched towards me, as if to hold my own and walk in with me. I kept my hands to myself, slightly uncomfortable with his twinkling eyes, staring at me from out the top of his moon shaped glasses.

Nodding my head, I finally walked in, the smell of fresh air hitting my face. I took a deep breath, once again shaken from the look Dumbledore was giving me. My abilities of reading people’s faces and expressions stopped with Dumbledore, who always wore a monotonous look on his face, almost disapproving and disappointed.

Gazing around the room, I took in the noticeable differences from earlier in the year. A few trinkets had been put away as well as some suitcases in the corner of the room, looking ready to be packed. It just hit me that Dumbledore would be leaving and going home. I often forgot that Dumbledore had a home away from Hogwarts. Other things looked different, as well as a few portraits missing from the wall and the curtains drawn, something that was definitely unusual for Dumbledore; he liked as much moonlight as possible.

Something wasn’t right.

What really intrigued me was the crystal ball sitting neatly on Dumbledore’s desk in the middle of the room. I was always quite good at Divination as it was my best subject. Professor Trelawney had always taken quite a liking for me and took me under my wing after third year. I remembered our first lesson we ever had with her and the way her eyes widened as she looked at me. After that lesson, she kept me after class, explaining how she had seen me in her own crystal ball, and how my future of Divination would be bright.

She was correct. I had excelled in every one of my exams; I had the Outstandings to prove it. As a muggleborn, I was always curious about how I had gotten my powers of a Seer, but I never pondered it as much as I should’ve. Once again, I was clueless as I looked at the crystal ball on Dumbledore’s desk. Something told me he wanted me to take a look.

“Professor Trelawney has seen some shocking news in this ball and would like for you to take a look.” Right to the point. Dumbledore was not one for cutting corners. Sheepishly, I nodded, walking slowly up to his desk, before his outstretched hand stopped me in my path.

“Be warned. If what Sybil said was true, it might shake you a bit.” Incredulously, I stayed silent, my eyes flickering from Dumbledore’s worried irises and the swirling mist forming in the crystal on the desk.

“Okay, sir.” My voice came out as a croak as I made my way over to the desk. Nervously, I pressed my hands against the cold ball, the feeling of electricity pulsing through my veins from the smallest brush. I jolted in surprise; the future was strong. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, before opening them slowly, taking in the black wisps of the future before me.

Peering closer, I saw something that made me smile. It was James, the biggest grin on his face, his eyes looking down into his arms. Wrapped in a blanket, James was holding a small boy, hair as dark as James, eyes green like the forest behind us. The only thing I could think was pure happiness, thoughts swirling in my mind.

Was it my child too?

My questions were soon answered as a woman came up behind James, smearing an endearing kiss to James’ cheek. Her fiery red hair and enchanting green eyes were unmissable. That wasn’t me. That was Lily Evans.

I could feel my heart breaking in my chest as I watched James press a soft, delicate kiss on Lily’s cupid’s bow, the smile shared between them, the look in their eyes so obvious. They were in love.

Quickly, the scene changed, instantly taking a darker turn. It was in a forest, the forbidden forest to be exact, where Lord Voldemort stood, Elder Wand in hand, a horrendous grin pressed to his face. His pungent red eyes were alive and vicious, shooting daggers at the figure in front of him.

It was merely a boy, no older than I was, yet he looked so much like James. I knew instantaneously that this was James’ child all grown up. I couldn’t hear what was being said but their wands clashed together, a stream of red and green meeting between them. In a flash, Voldemort sank to the ground. Dead.

Gasping for air as if I had been drowning, my hands pulled away from the crystal ball. My breath was shallow, which turned into hyperventilation, letting me fall to the ground, tears ebbing at my vision. I couldn’t comprehend anything that was going on anymore. I let the tears run down my cheeks as I felt a presence sink down beside me, meeting me on the floor next to me.

“Miss L/N, are you okay?” I couldn’t believe that that old fool had the audacity to ask such a question. With tears still falling from my bloodshot eyes, I looked up at him, cocking my eyebrows, almost mockingly. Obviously I wasn’t okay as my hands shook and tears fell, but I managed to mutter out an answer, just to please Dumbledore.

“No.” The one syllable answer hurt to say. Unconsciously, I let my head fall to my side, resting on Dumbledore’s shoulder. I wished for none of his comfort, yet I knew I needed it. As we sat in silence, I let all my tears pour out as Dumbledore rubbed my arm soothingly, not interrupting the silent aura we had created, until my sobs had died down.

“I’m sorry miss, but I must ask you,” here we go, “what did you see in the crystal ball?”

“It was James, but it wasn’t me by his side. It was Lily. Lily “Perfect” Evans. And they had a child, a beautiful baby boy. The love of my life has a child with someone else. He loves someone else. Their child was the one to defeat Voldemort, to end everyone’s suffering. Not our child, their child.” I managed to explain as Dumbledore nodded, obviously having heard the same story from Trelawney, but much less emotionally.

There was a stillness that laid between us. Sobbing silently, Dumbledore waited patiently for me to finish letting out everything I needed to. For a normally emotionless person, Dumbledore was actually good company as I wallowed away in my pity.

“What do I do?” I managed to croak out after a while, my throat breathy and sore from my crying. A sigh escaped Dumbledore’s lips, not a promising sign for my racing headache. Everything seemed to be falling to pieces beneath my grasp and even trying to comprehend what this would all mean for James and I’s relationship was impossible.

“What do you think you have to do?” Dumbledore asked me. It was a foolish question, something that I hadn’t expected from such a wise man like Dumbledore. I scowled at him, contorting my sad frown into a sneer.

“I have to break up with him.” I sighed, playing with my fingers in my lap. “But then what? Sit around watching James and Lily slowly fall in love. It’s too painful. I couldn’t do it.”

“There is another option for you.” I was intrigued. “I have gotten permission from a pureblood witch from Beauxbatons to let us use her name. She is currently working for the Order in Japan, standing in as a teacher at Mahoutokoro, watching out for any dark magic. She’s working under a fake name, so no one knows anything about who she really is. I know you wish to work for the Order, so I have a mission for you, if you choose to accept. You would pose as a waitress and performer at a popular Death Eater bar in Scotland. You will stay there for as long as possible, gaining their trust and learning what you can, under the name of Colette Heroux, a runaway Beauxbatons blood supremacist. It’s almost perfect that you would do it as if they use veritaserum on you, you can lie. You wouldn’t have to be around anyone else from the Order and you would have weekly meetings with just me. No one will know what you are doing. No one can know what you are doing.”

My throat hitched at the proposition. It was perfect. I could leave and let James and Lily’s destiny play out, without having to rip my heart out in two. At the same time, I couldn’t leave. I would have to leave behind all my friends, Remus, Sirius, Peter….

It was the only thing I could do though.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” I muttered quietly. “When do I leave?”

“Tonight.” My eyes widened in shock. I would miss graduation. Dumbledore seemed to know what was on my mind and answered accordingly. “You will still graduate. I’m sorry, but we must leave as soon as possible. You may go back to your room and collect your stuff.”

I didn’t reply. In a hurried fashion, I rushed away from Dumbledore and back through the doors, not stopping to acknowledge Professor McGonagall who was standing there wide eyed and in shock.

As I burst into the common room, I tried to avoid James, but I couldn’t. He immediately walked over to me, noticing the way the tears fell down my cheeks, cupping my face delicately and enveloping my torso in a hug. It was too painful.

Pushing away, I couldn’t even keep eye contact with him. I stared at the ground, trying to get as far away from James as possible.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” James reached out to me once again but I flinched away, bringing my arms up to brush him off, watching his heart break with every rejection through his eyes.

“Please don’t call me darling, it’ll make this harder than it already is.” I muttered. James tried to say something but I kept speaking, not wanting to be influenced by whatever James had to say. “I have to break up with you.”

“You have to?” James asked incredulously, his voice a meer whisper from surprise. Quickly, I readjusted my words.

“I want to break up.” I tried again, my voice failing to carry out the sentence. I still couldn’t look at James but I knew he was starting to cry from the choking noises coming from his throat.

“No you don’t. No, that’s not true-”

“It is. We shouldn’t be together. I’m no good for you.”

“I love you. I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with no one.” Anger was boiling up in my blood but I wasn’t sure where from. All I knew was I had to get out of this situation. “I’m in love with no one, but myself.”

“You said that you would always be my forever and ever. I said you couldn’t get rid of me.” James was matching my anger as well, stepping towards me red in the face. “That was barely an hour ago. What changed?”

“Everything.” I said, turning away from him. I was done with this conversation. Everything was hurting inside me and all I wanted to do was cry. I knew I had to pack my things though, so I rushed to the staircase for the girl’s dormitories. Before I could reach the steps, I was met by a confused looking Lily, who seemed to have watched the whole thing unfold.

“Look after him for me Lily, would you?” She nodded, unsure of what I meant. Looking back, I saw James still looking at me in awe. He needed closure. I could give that to him.

“I’ll see you in a couple years.”

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