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izels-writing · 3 months

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s. black — the herbology weakness

Pairing: sirius black x fem!potter!reader

Summary: being james potter’s little sister was tough, it was even tougher when you had a crush on his best friend

Warnings: she’s so in love it’s school girl crush, fluff, angst toward the end, mentions of death

being james potter's little sister meant one of two things. one, you were pretty popular, and it helped that you were beautiful and smart as well. two, you weren't allowed to fancy his best mates. more specifically, his best friend, sirius black.

usually, you didn't complain, you didn't care, you could care less than not caring. that was until the end of their fourth year, when you realized that you were falling for the one and only. which was hell all on its own, no need to add on the fact that if he did fancy you back, you wouldn't be able to date.

now, you were in your fifth year, while your brother was in his sixth. over the summer, sirius had moved in after his family disowned him, and it made your crush worse, but in all, you were glad he was safe. as of right now though, you were in the library with lily evans, your best friend since your second year, a friend you had acquired with a funny story.

you had introduced yourself, using your full name, and at first she was about to turn you away, thinking you were exactly like your brother, but you quickly proved her wrong. all you did was politely ask if you could sit and talk with her, considering your brother had left you in the dust to join his friends. she quickly accepted.

james, of course, was jealous.

"y/n? you there?" lily chuckled, waving a hand in front of your face. you snapped out of your daze, and chuckled, nodding at her.

"what? are you thinking about black again?" lily teased quietly. she had been the only one to find out about your crush, though she did tell you that everyone could see it besides your brother and the boy you fancied himself.

you shook your head quickly, feeling a blush grow. "no! just thinking about exams this year." you replied nonchalantly.

lily sighed, "they're not so bad." she replied quietly. you felt a pang of guilt, knowing that time period was a touchy subject. sure, james and sirius had humiliated snape, but what you had done after finding out what he called lily was much worse.

you smiled, grabbing her hand gently. "hey," you said softly, "it's his loss."

lily smiled reassuringly and nodded. quickly, her sadness faded. "you're right. anyway, we've got more—"

a thump interrupted her words, making you both snap in the direction of the noise. it had been at the entrance of the library, where you two were near, but slightly hidden.

"padfoot! come on! focus! what's got you all unfocused? we've got pranks to execute in a couple of weeks." a boy with messy hair asked, looking at the handsome boy beside him. sirius shook his head, "nothing, mate, nothing."

remus chuckled, "a certain lady got your interest, pads?" he asked.

you felt your heart sink, despite not hearing sirius' response yet. if he was in love, it surely wouldn't be you. the thought alone made your heart break.

"moons, st—"

"n/n! hey! what are you doing?" james said, walking over to you, swooping down to kiss your head.

one thing about you and james, you grew up with tons of affection, so this was common between the two of you. not to mention, you two were only a year apart and rather close — despite being polar opposites.

"hey, jamsie. i'm just here with lily. what are you mauraders up to?" you asked, smiling at them, pretending as though you hadn't heard remus before. sirius beamed back at you, making your smile grow.

"practicing for DADA and stuff. real material here. want to join in, evans?" james asked, his genuine kindness actually seeping through.

lily, however, shook her head. "no thanks, potter. i've got to get back to common room anyway, some other time?" she suggested. you and sirius shared a look, impressed by her much kinder words.

james smiled and nodded. "yeah, alright."

lily gave him a small smile, and gathered her things, walking off. finally, when she was out of earshot, you and sirius broke.

"wow! she was actually nice to you!" sirius said, giggling like an idiot.

you chuckled, "yeah! she even addressed you by potter and not a toerag!" you added.

james scowled at you two. quickly, remus stepped in.

"alright you two. enough teamwork. let james have his moment." remus chuckled. james grinned, patting remus' back. "thank you, moony."

"anytime, prongs." remus breathed out, patting james' back as well.

"aw, it's all in good fun. right, love?" sirius said, looking to you for reassurance. you paused for a moment. he hadn't ever addressed you as love. but, perhaps he was getting accustomed to being part of the potters.

you took a subtle deep breath, nodding and smiling. "right you are, hon." you replied. he smiled at you, but worrying you'd blush or give yourself away, you looked down at the book in your lap.

james narrowed his eyes at the two of you, but said nothing. remus and peter struggled to fight the urge to just yell out about your feelings for each other.

"so, y/n, how's studying coming along?" remus asked.

you groaned, "don't even get me started! i know all of this stuff, i know i do, but i'm afraid that i'll forget it as soon as i get to the exams! now, herbology though, it's a nightmare. i know nothing."

"why are you studying so early anyway? it's barely january." james mumbled, shaking his head at you. you glared at him, but turned back to remus, who had a small smile on his face.

"well, if you'd like, i can help you study? i mean i've taken the exam so i know what to expect." remus suggested. you grinned, "yes! of course! please!"

sirius crossed his arms and leaned against a bookcase, rolling his eyes at the two of you. remus pretended not to notice, while you stayed oblivious.

"okay! why don't you come to our dorm on saturday? the boys will all be at hogsmeade so we'll have the dorm to ourselves." remus suggested. you nodded with a bright smile, "yes! of course! thank you so much!"

you threw yourself at him, hugging him and kissing his cheeks gently. he hugged back with a laugh, then let you go so you could get back to your common room.

once you had left, james overcame his shock.

"are you planning on being in a dorm alone with my little sister? are you mental?! no!" james exclaimed. madam pince scowled and shushed him loudly before walking off.

"yeah! you're insane if you think we're gonna let you be alone! i mean what exactly are you thinking? you alone with a beautiful girl like her?!" sirius exclaimed. madam pince shushed him again. james didn't seem to notice sirius' comment.

remus rolled his eyes. "calm down you two! i've got a date with someone on saturday, i was actually hoping sirius could fill in."

sirius glared at him, knowing what remus was doing, but james hadn't, and probably would never catch on.

"why?" james asked dumbfounded.

remus sighed, "if you haven't noticed, she's mainly studying herbology, her weakness. it so happens padfoot is spectacular at herbology. get where i'm going with this?"

"oh..." james stretched out the 'o' sound, nodding slowly. "well, i suppose that is pretty reasonable. as long as pads doesn't make any moves."

sirius scoffed, "as if." he told them. remus gave him a look, to which he ignored.

sirius was utterly in love with you. it started in the beginning of his fifth year, he hadn't realized it right away, in fact, he thought it was merely a familial connection. then he started noticing the little things. the light blush when you talked to him. the way you bit your lip when you were concentrating. or, whenever you were excited about something, you'd immediately go to james to tell him. usually he'd dismiss it, like the older brother he was, but sirius wouldn't. sirius would listen for hours and hours, until you got every single point across. in his eyes, you were the most amazing person he knew.

that's when it had hit him.

and merlin had he been falling hard.

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saturday has rolled around quickly for you. classes had flown by, with the shit ton of homework, like usual. finally, after lunch, you made your way to your brothers dorm.

as you pushed the door open, expecting the lone werewolf on the other side, you immediately started yelling/singing the beginning of bohemian rhapsody. you and remus always greeted each other this way. unfortunately for you, it was not remus on the other side.

"is this the real life?! is this just fant—oh my god!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening as you looked at the raven-haired boy in front of you. he was smirking at you, as if he was amused by you.

"sirius! uhm, where's remus?" you asked with a nervous laugh, tugging at your large sweater, that happened to be sirius'. you had stolen it as a joke, but he let you keep it, mumbling something about how it looked better on you. and you didn't exactly object.

"had a date with a lady. he asked me to tell you that he's sorry about that by the way." sirius replied, smiling at you now, glancing at your fidgeting hands.

god this is very embarrassing, you thought.

"oh! well, i'll just study with him another time then. thanks for letting me know! b-" you said quickly.

"woah, woah, woah! hold on! we're studying together, baby potter!" sirius exclaimed, rushing over to you before you could completely disappear out of view.

you tilted your head to the side, "we are?"

sirius chuckled, "yeah! why do you think i waited here? besides, i happen to be amazing at herbology." he replied boastfully.

you knew studying with him would somehow make you fancy him even more. you were so sure of it. anything sirius black did was like angel's singing to you. well, that may have been a bit of an exaggeration, but still. you wanted to object, turn him down, and just study with remus.

but again, your words failed you.

"...okay. but i'd better get a good homework grade and exam grade. i've been failing herbology, getting p's and d's. not exactly my style." you said. he nodded with a small smile.

"alright then." he replied, bringing you back into the dorm.

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thirty minutes in, and you were already lost. you were lost in one of two things. his words and what he was trying to explain, (you didn't understand mostly but you loved hearing him talk), and his eyes. merlin, his eyes. they were a beautiful grey color, and you always did love the color grey. you wouldn't stare at him for too long, but it was long enough for you. but you were careful in getting caught.

"alright, now, touching the trunk of a wiggentree protects you from what?" sirius asked, looking up from the textbook. you looked down at your textbook blankly, before looking back up at him.

"um...dark creatures?" you guessed. he smiled and nodded.

you grinned and took a deep breath. finally you were getting somewhere. despite only having guessed that. it was a start, because you usually never even guessed right. professor sprout had given up on trying to force you to focus ages ago.

"now, from the top..."

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wednesday had been the day you were dreading. after studying with sirius, you wrote your essay the next day. then you handed it in monday, and now, you were going to be receiving it back. you were beyond nervous. you hated failing as it is, but you also didn't want sirius to think you had wasted his time.

"miss potter," professor sprout said, handing you your essay with a small smile as you were about to leave the greenhouse, "well done."

you furrowed your eyebrows, walking past the other students and stopping on the way up the hill. you slowly opened your essay, fearing the worst, until you noticed the actual grade.

an E.

you never got an E in herbology.

you gasped in shock, feeling a burst of excitement. you hoisted your bag over you shoulder, and began running toward the castle, where you knew sirius would be. it was about lunch time now.

you ran as fast as your feet would take you, pushing past people and smiling like an idiot. you scanned around the corridor, until your eyes finally landed on a tall, handsome boy with remus, your brother, and peter.

you ran over, not caring if you looked like an imbecile, and stopping suddenly in front of him. you frantically opened the essay again, turning it around to show the boy.

"you got an E!" he said excitedly.

"i got an E!" you repeated, matching his excitement.

you threw your arms around him, hugging him tightly. he hugged back happily, laughing into your shoulder.

"that's my girl! i knew you could do it!" he said. you blushed, giggling softly.

"thank you." you mumbled, pulling back from the hug, keeping your arms around his neck. he pulled back a little too, but kept his arms around your waist as well.

then, it happened.

you weren't sure who leaned in first. in fact, you weren't even sure who instigated this. all you knew was that you were kissing sirius black right now and it was nothing like how you imagined it.

it was better.

he was gentle and sweet. his hands were on your hips, resting softly. your hands were intertwined around his neck.

finally, you both pulled back, slightly out of breath. you would've forgotten about the boys behind you, had it not been your brother yelling.

"what?! what's—?! i-" james stammered, glancing between you and sirius. remus and peter sighed in relief and also in tiredness.

"take a walk, james..." peter mumbled, turning james around and patting his back, pushing him toward the great hall.

"my sister and my best mate...my best mate and my sister...y/n and sirius...sirius and y/n..." james mumbled.

remus chuckled, "we'll leave you to it then..." he said, walking off with the other two.

you turned to sirius, who was smiling the happiest smile you had ever seen. you were happy too, because merlin was he was amazing, but your defenses quickly came up.

"listen sirius, i don't want to be some fling or whatever—" you mumbled.

sirius chuckled and shook his head quickly, "trust me, y/n, you're not a fling. i fancy you, more than i've ever fancied anyone."

"you sure?" you asked softly, despite already feeling like you knew the answer. he never called you by your name, it was always baby potter or n/n, never y/n. deep down you knew he wasn't lying.

"of course! you're the best person i've ever met! i fancy you for you! why do you think i gave you that sweater? why do you think i make you tea when you're not feeling all too great? why-"

you kissed him quickly, smirking at him when you pulled away.

he laughed, and you noticed a pink tint on his cheeks. "alright, i get it. point is, will you, please, go out with me?" he asked.

you shrugged, "only cause you said please." you replied with a smirk. sirius chuckled, ruffling your hair up and wrapping his arm around you.

"love, you'll be the death of me." he said.

"i'm a potter. it's what we do best." you grinned.

bonus:

harry reached for the photo that was sitting on the table. sirius had left it, likely on accident because it seemed to be the only lively thing in grimmauld place. but it was also intriguing. he had never seen this woman before. she was standing beside his mother and father, and sirius, smiling like there was no tomorrow. she looked a lot like his father, black hair and hazel eyes. her hair, however, looked rather tamer. this had to be his parents wedding day, mostly because lily wore a white dress, and james wore a nice, black suit.

"harry? have you seen—oh thank merlin, you have it. where'd you find it?" sirius asked, smiling lightly at the boy. harry gestured at the table, but didn't tear his eyes from the woman.

she looked familiar. oddly familiar. though, he knew he had never met her.

"sirius...who is this?" he asked tentatively, still staring at the woman on the picture.

sirius walked over with a sad smile, feeling his heart break more and more as he saw your bright smile. he hadn't seen your smile in almost sixteen years.

"your aunt, on your dads side. she and james were closer than i could've ever imagined in siblings. and she and lily were the best of friends, rarely saw them apart in school." he spoke gently, noticing harry's shift in demeanor. he looked sadder, like this was another thing he'd never get to experience.

"what's...what's her name?" harry asked quietly.

sirius felt his heart break more. it was saddening, knowing you would've loved to see harry now, and he didn't even know your name.

"y/n. y/n potter. your dad would call her n/n. she..." he hesitated for a moment, wondering if it was right to say this, but he wanted harry to know her, the way james and lily and you would've wanted. "she was the love of my life. in fact, we were even going to get married. after the war."

the memory felt bittersweet. he remembered proposing, at home, with just the two of you. you were ecstatic, blubbering 'yes' over and over. he remembered the way you kissed him, like it was the last thing you'd ever do. he remembered james crying tears of joy and sadness the next day as he realized his little sister was getting married, but he knew she was in good hands. he remembered you and lily rambling on and on about a small bachelorette party. even when things were chaotic and scary, you always found a way to lighten the situation. to make everyone feel safe.

to make him feel safe.

"what happened to her?" harry asked, finally looking up at sirius with a broken look. just the way sirius talked about you, harry knew how important you had to have been to everyone, but you and him would never get to meet. not in this lifetime anyway.

sirius swallowed the lump in his throat. while it hurt to mention, he knew you'd want harry to know. you'd want harry to find the good in the situation. in your situation.

"she died trying to protect your father...she was on a mission with him. the two potters, they were the dynamic duo. more than your dad and i honestly. a deatheater was trying to get away, and james wouldn't let him, so the deatheater shot a horrible curse at him. but your aunt, a brave woman she was, she jumped in front of james. it injured her badly, and she didn't make it, but she did it because you were going to be born soon. and she wanted you to have your father. even if it meant her dying. it's why your middle name is james, she's the one who suggested it, before she. . ."

harry felt a pressure in his chest, almost as if he wanted to cry. he didn't understand why he was so emotional over you, he hadn't ever met you. but it felt like he had. you sacrificed yourself for his dad. that was one of the bravest things he had ever heard.

"she sounds amazing." harry finally said, ignoring the pressure. sirius looked at the picture, his eyes fixated on you.

"she was."

#james potter #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #peter pettigrew #lily evans #lily potter #harry potter #professor sprout

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roytaiyo · 1 year

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Hello!!! It’s me again :3c I like to think that the Potion’s Professor and the Herbology's Professor have a close friendship, so I did a drawing of one of the first time where Snape needed some ingredients for his potions as the new Potion Professor (He’s about 21 y/o here)

Hope you like it!

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cinnamortentia · 2 months

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I don't normally post about Harry Potter (even though my user is based on it), but to hear the actress who played Professor Sprout say such mean things about fans of the franchise hurt. "It was 25 years ago, and it's for children."

I know the author of Harry Potter is a bigot, but I need everyone to understand that for a lot of people who grew up with the series, it saved us in some way. I know for me it did. My parents were going through their divorce the first time I picked up a Harry Potter book, and I went through so much growing up that I turned to my magical world filled with adventure and magic and found family to find solace. I still do. I am thirty, and I find myself gravitating to the movies or books when life is overwhelming. It's my safe place.

No matter how you feel about us fans, the works, or the author, imagine having an actor from your favorite franchise mock you while still making money off the fandom.

To everyone who is still here and in love with Harry Potter, don't let that woman make you feel childish or bad for liking what you like.

#harry potter #professor sprout #miriam margolyes #let people enjoy things #imagine making money off the fandom and then mocking them #how pathetic

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penguinparty88 · 7 months

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Minerva: I have a question.

Pomona: Shoot.

Minerva: Is the S or C in scent silent?

Filius: Fuck you, I’m going to be thinking about this all day.

Pomona: Okay well, cent is pronounced the same way as scent so I’m gonna say the S is silent.

Minerva: Okay, but sent is also spelled the same way.

Filius: Google says that the C was added in the late seventeenth century, so I guess the S is silent.

Severus: Plot twist, both the S and the C are silent and the E actually makes the sss sound.

Filius: Severus is not allowed to talk anymore.

#minerva mcgonagall #pomona sprout #severus snape #filius flitwick #professor sprout #professor flitwick #professor mcgonagall #professor snape #hogwarts staff

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the-colourful-witch · 2 months

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🌱 Professor Sprout 🌱

Head of Hufflepuff House, she teaches Herbology and she looks like you could have a nice chat with her in the corridors. I like her a lot!

Professor Sprout was super fun to draw, she’s got so much personality and I got to play with her wardrobe a lot. I felt like she’d wear lots of earthy tones, like the plants she works with. Nothing flashy to scare her babies. She’s a tough plant mum, that’s for sure!

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I liked seeing the results of the poll I posted where you could guess which teacher I’d draw next. Most of you thought either Madam Pomfrey or Professor Sprout, so I guess a lot of you were right! Give yourselves a round of applause 👏🏻

I look forward to the rest of the teachers, let’s go! Also, I am happy to be back on the blog, I missed you🧡

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teacup-gathering-itself · 7 months

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Muggleborn video game modders making hogwarts packs with inside jokes for each other to enjoy.

Cooking Mama but it’s Severus Snape and he teaches you how to “brew fame, put a stopper to death, bottle luck” and even more nonsensical claims. He doesn’t give outright praise but you’ll see “adequate” or “acceptable” and his face will be less pinched.

Pokémon but it’s Hagrid and he RAMBLES. There’s a second pack that emphasizes his accent.

Minecraft with magic creature mobs and enderman is Quirrel.

Slenderman but it’s Voldemort and you’re in the Forbidden Forest and the rest of the Hogwarts grounds. There is also a pack with McGonagall as slenderman which is somehow infinitely more scary because they spent so much time and effort into her expressions.

FNAF but it’s the prefects/professors and Filch. They randomly change who you get each night.

There’s a Stardew Valley mod pack with all the professors and a secret second pack where they’re all Severus except one of them is actually Snape and the rest are polyjuiced as Snape. You can’t romance anybody unless you expose the fakes.

Plants vs. Zombies but it’s Sprouts greenhouses and the zombies are NEWTS students.

The SIMS packs are the craziest though. No one talks about the SIMS packs, but if you want access, just ask around and someone will get you a link.

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mayese · 4 months

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Winter changes it all - Fourth chapter

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Synopsis: when your friend needs help, you are willing to help her, no matter what.

Warnings: none

BIG note: hi!! I’ve been away for a long time hahaha I’ve never stopped thinking about this work, and I wrote more chapters, and I think it would be ideal to release more now! Also, I wanted to apologize for the way the reader blows up seemingly just because she couldn’t keep eating breakfast, and I’m sorry for that, but mornings are though to everyone ☕️

Plants on the rescue

A week went by and you were surprised with the number of times you started to meet the twins, most of the time as an accident of course. You started to be comfortable around them, feeling like they were your friends. It´s a shock because, first, they´re Gryffindors. And second, they´re Weasley´s. Sometimes your head hurts when you think too much about it. You were seducing the problems yourself and thought you would regret it. But you were having fun. At least they treated you well and were nice and playful, which was something you liked a lot considering who some of your other friends were and how they acted.

Daphne and Tracy are the only ones you know would be by your side no matter what. Still, you were always alone most of the time, so being with Fred and George made you feel slightly happier, or more comfortable maybe, as if Hogwarts had changed for the better, even if it had changed for the worst after Dumbledore vanished and Umbridge rose to power. And things worsened even more when another one of her rules was hammered against the already full wall. It seemed like she was recruiting people for the Inquisitorial Squad, and you already knew who was going to apply.

"Tomorrow we´ll go to her office," Draco says with a proud smile while Pansy nodded. He wouldn´t shut up for all of the breakfast about Umbridge´s stupid Squad, telling everyone at the table of his plans and basically forcing every Slytherin to do the same, as if. "What do you pretend to do, Greengrass?" Daphne wasn´t paying attention to anything he had just said because she had been much more focused on the Ravenclaw boy she had stayed with a few days ago, becoming the target of Draco´s inquisitory.

"I don´t pretend to join her pathetic little club," she said bleakly, looking him in the eyes before seeping some of her pumpkin juice from her cup, and Malfoy frowned at her answer.

You smirked beside Daphne while you ate the delicious stake, happy that Draco hasn’t bothered to ask you if you would join Umbridge’s club. But he probably knew the answer already. "If the requisite is to have super greasy hair I think he´ll be the first one to be recruited," you whisper to Daphne without looking at her, only hearing her giggle quietly while you smiled.

The conversation about Umbridge´s squad started to fade away, Daphne continued looking at the boy, Blaize was chatting with Tracy, and Pansy, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were talking about what they needed to do to be recruited. Meanwhile, you were eating peacefully in the middle, not sparing a glance at anybody else but your delicious food.

However, you found Blaize´s and Tracy´s chat very interesting when they started to discuss the Quidditch matches that were not far away. You never tried to get on the team because they played so dirty that you felt that if you entered you wouldn´t do anything, you would be bored, probably. But maybe the main reason is that you were unsure of your skills with a broom, and you didn´t feel like getting laughed at if you happened to fall off the broom. So you always watched the games enthusiastically.

You just wish that Umbridge doesn’t touch the Quidditch games with her sharp claws. But for now, the path is clear, and you couldn’t wait for the first match between the Ravenclaws and Gryffindor. You already knew who was probably going to win, but you still liked to cheer for Ravenclaw, quietly of course. Imagine a Slytherin cheering for other houses, not you. At least not out loud.

“Whoever wins we’re going to kick their asses later,” Blaize says with a proud grin to Tracey, and you are sure Tracey’s cheeks reddened a bit.

You looked back at the table, wondering what you were going to eat next for dessert, choosing to take a little bit of apple tart. You dig the spoon on the piece you took and got ready to eat it when Daphne startled you with her sudden call for your name.

“C’mon, I need your help to do an essay,” she said before getting up, but you continued sitting, weirded out by her sudden need for help.

“No! This tart is awesome-“

“Sinclair!” You frowned at her lack of good behavior, quickly eating two or three pieces of the tart before getting up and going away from the table with a furious sigh while she followed you.

When you exit the Great Hall you turned to Daphne, stopping her. “Why the fuck did you do that? You don’t have any essays! And you know how much I love that fucking tart!” Yes, it was a lame excuse to get angry, but today you weren’t in the mood.

If she wanted to talk, she could have said so to you.

“Look, I’m sorry. I just,” she said, pausing and looking both ways and you rolled your eyes. What was she going to say that nobody could hear? “I saw you with the Weasleys yesterday, near the principal courtyard, yes?”

Fuck. You didn’t want people to know you talked to them, like, talking in a friendly way and not insulting them every time you meet them. "With the twins? C´mon, you can´t possibly think I would talk to them spontaneously! I would ne-" Before you could continue stating the facts on why you wouldn´t talk to them, Daphne cut you.

“Look, I won’t say a thing. You know me,” she said, looking at you with a tiny smile. “And I know what kind of trouble you could get into for just talking to someone like them. So, even if you don’t help, I swear I’ll take this secret to the grave.” She puts her palm on her chest and closes her eyes, giggling while you chuckled.

Well, it isn’t as if you tried to hide the fact that you talked to the twins when you were in the halls or something, and it isn’t as if half of your Slytherin colleagues didn’t know you talked to them and already eyed you suspiciously. But you still wanted to keep it a secret, at least in a way that your parents don’t find out.

"What about it?" What could she possibly want with them?

"I knew you wouldn´t refuse to help your sweat friend," she screeched and grabbed your arm, making you walk along with her.

"Don´t push it," you warn, but she seems to have not heard it. “Anyways, what do you think that I can do for whatever you want?"

She stops you from walking, standing in front of you with a more stern look on her face. "I know it will sound stupid, but, remember Roger?"

You rolled your eyes at her question. "How could I not? You´re always talking about him non-stop." She snickers at your comment before you ask her what you should do. "But weren’t you sticking your tongue on his mouth early this morning? Why do I have to ask for help from the twins if you already know the guy?” You ask, genuinely curious and a bit frustrated by the fact that you had no idea how to help Daphne, and you were sure you would embarrass yourself in front of the two pranksters because of her.

"I- He told me he couldn’t see me anymore. Even though we just snogged for like, 5 minutes,” she said, whispering the last part completely bewildered. “He said that his parents wouldn’t approve and such, and I was baffled you know? The way he talked to me before we even tried anything made me think he actually liked me.” Suddenly you felt like this wasn’t a playful conversation anymore since Daphne seemed more serious, each word being pronounced like she was in pain.

You instantly wrapped your arms around her, squishing her body gently and stroking her back. “I’m not sure if I like that guy anymore, but if you really want to try again, I’ll help,” you say in her ear, not knowing if that was the right thing to do.

On one side, the guy seems like an asshole for pushing Daphne away like that after everything just because she´s a Slytherin. But on the other hand, she genuinely liked him, and you knew she wouldn’t give up that easily, even if he’s a douchebag.

“Thank you,” she said softly before taking a step back away from you, breaking the hug. “So, I’m thinking you should make them throw a party!” She said excitedly, and you chuckled, baffled by her idea and happy that she seemed to have recovered from the talk she had earlier.

“Sure, Daph,” you said with a giggle before you two walked away from the great hall, talking about how would you be able to help Daphne.

After attending your first class that afternoon you were on your way to the other one, walking around the halls while everybody around you did the same. However, your peace of mind was disrupted when Fred caught up on you, greeting you with his usual brightness that you weren´t sure made you nauseated anymore.

"Hello there gorgeous," he said while you two walked beside each other. And even without looking you felt his height, like, literally felt it. If you looked at him you were sure you would have to look up, and indeed you always had.

You also remembered that Daphne asked you to talk with Fred, but you’re not sure if you should do it since you and Fred started talking more or less than some weeks ago.

You sigh in frustration, stopping your walk to your next class to look at him. “I already told you yesterday to cut that off,” you whisper to him, clearly irritated by the fact that he was very dear to your likes. It’s just that you don’t want to get that close to him, you just like his company. “Anyways, shouldn’t you be training for the game?” You ask so as not to let him answer what you said before.

“It’s going to begin in a couple of minutes,” he informs with a smirk, which indicated the upcoming of something you wouldn’t want to hear. “But, how could I not call you gorgeous, Sinclair?” He asks, faking to be shocked before trying to touch your face. However, you stop him by grabbing his hand, glaring at him deadly.

“Don’t,” you say menacingly but Fred keeps on looking at you with something in his eyes, something you can’t quite figure out yet. However, your eyes travel from his brown ones to his hand, and you immediately see something you had shamefully forgotten. “Merlin… Does it-“

Before you could say another word he abruptly takes his hand away, putting them in his pockets before smiling at you. “It’s always so nice to meet you my dear, but now I’ll have to go or Oliver may murder me when I arrive late to the pitch!” He says, and you didn’t have a second to say something while he walked away backwards from you.

"Goodbye darling!" He shouts, making every student that was present look at him before he turns around, disappearing through the halls and leaving you alone again. How could you have forgotten about the awful scar on his hand? You can´t imagine how painful that must be, which made you think about how well he hides the pain.

"Hey!" Luna showed up suddenly behind you and startled you, greeting you softly, probably not acknowledging the fact that she almost gave you a heart attack.

“Luna.” You smile at her half-heartedly, still recovering from the scare she gave you. “Do you plan on watching the game?" You ask before walking to your class along with the blonde girl.

"Of course," she answered with her usual calmness. "I just hope Ravenclaw wins this time." You chuckle at her wish since you share it, but if you were being real, Ravenclaw would have low chances this year.

You and her enter the room and before you split up to go sit at your tables. You sit beside Tracey, greeting her with a quick hi. "I´m so glad Professor Sprout decided to give as a theoric lesson," you say with relief.

"Yes! Last time I pared up with Ron and he almost threw up on me because he touched the weed´s pus," Tracey said bitterly, remembering how awful it went when she was paired up with other people. Meanwhile, Professor Sprout entered the classroom, quickly starting her class.

Today you would be learning about something that perked up your interest the moment you heard Professor Sprout begin to talk, magic plants with healing powers. Your shameful moment from moments ago replayed itself in your head again, and you found it quite exciting to be learning this since you could use it for something. Were you really thinking he would accept your help? Would he really trust you with something like that? Maybe he would have his reasons to think that you would poison him.

Sometime later, Professor Sprout began with her questions which only Neville seemed able to answer. "So, can somebody tell me three examples of plants with healing powers?" She looked around the classroom with hopeful eyes, but to her desmise, she only saw Neville´s arm up while the rest of the class kept quiet.

You also looked around, seeing some students even dozing off. Next to you, Tracey was writing something that was definitely not related to Herbology, perhaps an essay she had to finish.

“Just one example, Neville,” Professor Sprout said before sighing tiredly while Neville smiled before answering.

“Dittany,” he says simply, and Sprout nods in agreement before explaining what the plant did.

“Dittany is used in the Wiggenweld Potion. It is a healing potion with the power to awake someone from a magically-induce sleep,” she explains. “It can also be used to ease powerful stomach aches.” She added before looking around the class one more time. “So, can someone give me two more examples?”

Once again, nobody said anything. You peeped at Neville, watching as the boy tried to suppress the urge to raise his arm. It was almost hilarious how excited he was while the rest of your colleagues where almost dying of boredom. You guess he’s just passionate about Herbology.

Suddenly, Hannah Abbot, who sat two rows behind Neville, raised her arm, making an excited smile crack on Professor’s Sprout face, like as if her face had lit up.

“Go on, Hannah,” she encouraged, and you looked at the girl just like Neville did, curious about what she was going to say.

“Fluxweed and… Murtlap?” She answered slowly, unsure of the last thing she said. You had no idea if she was right, and so you glanced back at your teacher while Tracey was still caught up on her paper.

“You got one right, darling,” Sprout said with a smile. “Fluxweed is also used on a potion, the Polyjuice potion. But it can also be used to mend broken bones, to heal or stitch open wounds and also relieve stomach aches!” Your ears perked up even more the moment professor Sprout said the last part, and so you scribbled quickly the name of the plant on your paper, just for future reference and use.

“However, murtlap is not a plant, it is an animal. Murtlap essence is strained from their tentacles and therefore it is used to sooth and heal cuts and abrasions,” she says calmly while looking at Annah with a smile. “So anyone can give me one last example?”

You scribble again, “murtlap”. That’s perfect for Fred’s hand, hopefully you would be able to help him. But why were you desiring to help him? He didn’t even said that if it still hurts, and you don’t owe him anything.

But that’s when it hits you. If you help him with the wound, he may help you with Daphne’s thing. That way you wouldn’t owe him anything when you ask for his help. A favor for a favor. Alright, you think. Let’s hunt some murtlaps.

#fred weasely x y/n #fred weasley x slytherin!reader #george weasley #fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #hogwarts au #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #daphne greengrass #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #blaize zabini #slytherin #albus dumbledore #herbology #professor sprout

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theplanetofthesnapes · 1 year

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Happy Accidents

Sorry it’s been such a long time since I posted anything. Life happened and then I struggled to find the motivation but I hope you like this one.

Summary: You find out you’re pregnant after a one night stand with Snape.

Warnings: talk about pregnancy, menstruation that kinda stuff, also references to sex and minor bad language.

I woke up and it felt like a normal day. I get in the shower and get dressed for another day of work as assistant in the greenhouses at Hogwarts. Today I have a great day ahead of me…not, repotting the mandrakes is my least favourite job and I always end up with a massive headache no matter how tightly I put on my earmuffs.

I go to the breakfast hall and sit at my normal seat at the end of the staff table and look out at all the students and smile because those Weasley twins seem to have put something in Lee Jordan’s pocket and I can guarantee it’s something that Lee Jordan probably wouldn’t want in his pocket. Soon enough I can hear a small chirping sound and Lee Jordan looking rather annoyed as he pulls a handful of crickets out of his pocket and attempts to dump them on the twin’s heads.

It’s all going great until he walks in, he walks passed where I’m sitting. “Morning Severus”. I say cheerily.

“Morning” he retorts not even glancing in my direction. My heart sinks, I mean it’s not like I expected him to be in love with me or suddenly be my best friend after what happened the other week after Slughorn’s party but did he really need to act like he didn’t even know me? Maybe I’m thinking too much into it, I mean so what we had sex and now I like him but he clearly doesn’t feel the same way. It’s not like I won’t get over it right? But he could at least smile when I say hi and not just treat me like anyone else, the same way he treats his students.

I shake my head determined not to let his not so warm greeting get to me and ruin my day and start chatting with Poppy who is sat next to me.

After breakfast I go down to the greenhouse where Pomona was taking her 3rd year Herbology class, I sit at the back and start preparing the pots for the mandrakes that I am going to repot after the students leave. “Okay now I need to pop to the greenhouse next door I will be back in 15 minutes until then carry on with your venomous tentacula dethorning and any problems talk to Miss Y/L/N at the back” Pamona said as she nods at me and walks out of the classroom.

Ten minutes later a nervous looking Ravenclaw approaches me. “Miss Y/L/N?” she says timidly.

“How can I help?” I reply smiling warmly to try and ease her anxiety of whatever she’s about to say.

“I kinda need to go to the toilet, it’s um girl problems” she replies not looking at me.

Now this I can sympathise with, I write her up a pass and allow her to leave without question and as soon as the professor gets back I let her know she’s out of class and carry on my business. The interaction though got me thinking, it’s been a while since I last had my period, I count back in my head and shit I’m about a week and a half late. Shit shit shit, okay don’t panic, I mean I’ve been stressed recently and I’ve literally only had sex once with one person in the last month and I was careful. Except I’ve never been this late in my life. Oh man “don’t freak out, don’t freak out” I tell myself.

Once the break after first lesson arrives I tell Pomona that I have to slip out for a minute and briskly walk down to the hospital wing. Poppy is talking to a student so I wait a second. “Hey Y/N can I help you with something?” Poppy says after the student leaves with what looks like the cure for the Weasley’s puking pastilles, poor kid.

“Um yeah I was wondering if you maybe had anything, I don’t know how it works in the wizarding world being muggle born but um something to test for pregnancy.” I say trying to sound calm, I don’t want any rumours to be spread and Poppy is known to be a bit of a gossip so if I act panicked she’ll expect it to be some big scandal. Which if I am pregnant it probably will be, oh god no I can’t think like that.

She doesn’t even look phased “Oh yes, well I do have the wizard methods but I’ve found the muggle pregnancy tests to actually be much more effective, here you go all you have to do is…”

“Thanks Poppy, yes I know what to do and um could we maybe keep this between us, I’m barely even late yet I don’t want it to get out, it might not even be…” You trail off.

“Oh of course my darling, I take an oath as a healer I would never tell anybody. But sweetie if it’s positive please let me know if I can help you out in any way.” She replies with a warm smile.

I run to my room where thankfully I have my own private bathroom and do the test. The next three minutes are torture as I pace back and forth not daring to glance at the stick that will soon predict my future better than Professor Trelawney ever could. Finally my timer goes off and I go quickly to pick up the stick not being able to bare waiting anymore and glance down.

My heart feels like it stops. Two lines. I’m pregnant… and Severus Snape is the father.

The next two days are fuelled with anxiety and indecision. I did three more tests to make sure and they were pretty conclusive. So I made up my mind I do need to tell Severus as soon as possible so then I know what page he’s on and I can then decide what to do but every time I build up the courage to walk to his office I chicken out. Finally I see him walk down the steps to the dungeon after classes have finished for the day so I follow him. I see him in his office through the frosty glass window and I’m about to knock the door when I chicken out again. I’m about to walk away when I hear “Is someone out there?” Shit Severus noticed I was there well I guess there’s no turning back now.

“Um yeah hi, it’s me I err I was hoping maybe we could talk.” I say and my heart is racing so much it can’t be good for the baby.

“Very well come in then.” He said sounding bored with the conversation before it’s even started.

“Hi” I say as I walk in slowly.

“Hello” he replies warily.

“God okay so umm you know that thing that happened the other week after Slughorn’s party that we haven’t really spoken about or even acknowledged or anything.” I say rambling because I really don’t know how I’m going to start what I’m going to say.

“Yes I’m aware of when we had intercourse after one too many firewhiskeys” he smirks.

“Ah yes well about that” I say still stalling.

“Look I’ll save you the trouble of you telling me how much you regret it, I understand that in a sober state no woman would want to be with me and that you must be repulsed by yourself right now and I was trying to save myself by avoiding you the last month in order to maintain at least some of my dignity.” He says seemingly getting annoyed now.

I’m shocked “What? Severus, oh my god no I don’t think that, I don’t regret it at all. In fact I was honestly kind of upset you were ignoring me, it felt like you had just used me and then treated me like everyone else like what we did that night meant nothing, less than nothing in fact.” I can feel my eyes start to well up as I speak. “Don’t cry, don’t cry” I tell myself internally cause that really won’t help the situation.

“Wait, are you telling me you really don’t regret that night?” He responds hopefully.

“No I don’t Severus and even if you never want to see me again I’m happy we did it, I feel like I saw a whole new side of you that night. One that was kind and caring compared to this hard shell I’ve seen since then.” I reply softly.

“You’d want to see me again?” He looks a lot less solemn now as he replies, maybe even happy I can’t tell.

“I mean yeah but I ugh that’s before I”

He cuts me off “Oh I see you found someone else” his face falls again.

“No damnit Severus please just let me talk, I’m trying to tell you I’m pregnant.” I say almost shouting it at him. He looks shocked, the tears that were threatening to leak out before now do and roll down my cheeks. “And it’s yours just in case there is any doubt” I say in almost a whisper at this point.

Severus stands up and walks over to me, he pulls me into his arms and lets me cry. After a minute he says softly “How long have you know?” There was no hint of anger in his voice anymore “I did notice the last few days something has been off”.

I pull back to look up at him “You noticed that? I found out two days ago, I’ve been building up the courage to tell you since then” I say weakly.

He chuckles. “Yes I did notice you skulking around the dungeons a lot, and I thought it must be because you wished to talk to me but I didn’t say anything since given how I thought this conversation was going to go. I wanted to avoid it at all costs. Have you thought at all about what you want to do? It’s okay if you haven’t there’s time and it must be a shock to you. If I’m honest I don’t know how to process it myself just yet but my priority is making sure you are okay.” He says surprisingly calmly.

“I don’t think I could live with myself if I.. well if I at least didn’t try. But I don’t expect you to be part of anything you don’t want to be, I’m strong I can do this by myself if I need to.” I say determined this time as I wipe my tears. It’s the first time I’ve let myself consider this but I know in my heart raising this baby is my only option, the amount of love I feel for it already is crazy . But I don’t say this part to Severus, I don’t know where he stands on this or even if he can think about that right now after the shock of hearing this.

“I have no doubt you can raise a child by yourself, you will be an excellent mother. I see you with the students, how kind and compassionate you are. Any child you would be mother to would be lucky to have you. However if you will let me, I would love to be part of the child’s life. I never believed for a second I may have children of my own and I have to admit that it’s not something I ever envisioned for my future but the idea of raising a child and even more so raising it with you, the women that I’m in love with fills me with a hope I don’t think I’ve ever had before in my thirty eight years of life.” He says with a kind tone that I’ve only ever heard him use once before, when he was asking me permission to kiss me before we did the thing that got us into this mess.

“Wait? What? You love me? I… Severus” I stutter really not knowing what to say except actually I do know what to say. “I think I love you too, What do we do now?”

“We figure it out together, but first are you free this evening? I think we might have skipped a few steps and it might be about time we have our first date” He smiles.

I smile back and pull him into another hug, he kisses my head and I smile into his shoulder. Maybe everything is going to be okay after all.

#harry potter #imagine #hogwarts #severus snape #slytherin #period #fluff #snape fluff #snape x reader #herbology #professor sprout #poppy pomfrey #pregnancy #ravenclaw #pregnancy test #snape

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beebox-illustrations · 2 years

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Oh god guys. The prompts for this year are out already 🫣

But let’s try to ignore that fact and look at 2021s inktober prompt “sprout” 👌

I did the second Pomona first but realized I’ve never come across a picture of her as a young witch?

So enjoy! ✨💚

Have a nice week 🌻

#harry potter #digital art #beebox-illustrations #illustration #my art #procreate #inktober #inktober2021 #illustrators on tumblr #pomona sprout #professor sprout #look at this hufflepuff sweetheart

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severussnapemylove · 2 months

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Miriam said she worries about adult Harry Potter fans. Don't worry about us, Luv, we're just fine. Everyone has different interests, so you do your thing, and we'll do our thing. But, you're still Professor Sprout, so you're welcome to join us at the Three Broomsticks for butterbeers anytime you want to share in some childlike wonder.

To make a quick crossover, as Captain Kirk of Star Trek said; "The more complex the mind, the greater the need for the simplicity of play."

Stories aimed at children don't have less value, if anything they have more value. Because these are the stories that can teach young minds and hearts kindness, bravery, loyalty, and fire the imagination with untold possibilities in life. They're the stories we hold onto to get us through the hard days in life. They're trusted friends and safe places to return to. The stories we pass along to the next generation and watch them feel that same joy and wonder. That is the real magic that blooms in the soul. Don't let anyone take that away.

#harry potter fandom #harry potter universe #professor sprout #miriam margolyes #childlike wonder #I came into this fandom as an adult #But I have others I grew up with that some might say are childish #But they got me through my childhood and kept me alive and sane and hopeful for the future

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womeninfictionandirl · 7 months

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Professor Sprout by Nathanna Erica

#Nathanna Erica #art #artwork #professor sprout #herbology #pomona sprout #Harry Potter #hp #mandrakes #hogwarts #hufflepuff #witch #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #Harrypotter

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hazelelel · 4 months

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I want to make a Hogwarts teacher dating sim so bad it haunts me in my normal every day life

I would have the player be a new muggles history teacher and you'd be able to pick between the main staff.

Like if you choose to have a cup of coffee that option makes you restless, so you take a walk outside at night, and end up meeting Werewolf Prof. Lupin

You choose to follow a random cat to try and pet it, it's McGonagall, and eventually she lets you pet her and gives off little cartoon hearts.

Christmas rolls around and if you decide to stay the holidays you and Prof. Snape are the only ones there and you both spend some reluctant time together.

Halloween is coming and you want some peace so you walk the grounds and stumble upon Hagrid in his pumpkin patch. You have tea and bond.

And secret routes for non-professor characters like Lucius, Narcissa, Sirius, Bellatrix, Barty Crouch Jr and even a secret Voldy route.

And of course another secret route where you shoot Voldemort with a gun and unlock the ability to date Dumbledore.

You get into danger because you're stupid, get injured, and depending on who you have the most points with that sprite comes and saves you (Dumbledore with Fawks, Lupin with chocolate, Snape with potions, Hagrid picks you up by the scruff of the neck like a cat...)

And yet it lives only in my daydreams...

#harry potter #dating sim #remus lupin #professor mcgonagall #professor snape #rubeus hagrid #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #sirius black #bellatrix lestrange #barty crouch jr #voldemort #albus dumbledore #*gasp for breath*#I think thats all of them #except #professor sprout #professor flitwick #eh i give up

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394halfbloodprince · 1 year

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*severus and sprout in the forest looking for Ingredients/plants*

Sprout: I’m literally getting chills it’s so beautiful out here

Severus: this literally could not get any worse

Sprout: it just sounds like we’re in a tropical rainforest with all the chirping birds and insects, it’s amazing

Severus: they’re honestly getting on my nerves

#severus snape #snape #pro snape #professor severus snape #snape fandom #harry potter #professor snape #snapeloveposts #snapedom #sneme #snape community #severus #snape content #snapelove #pomona sprout #sprout #professor sprout

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 1 year

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hi hi hi

this was just an idea that popped into my head & I had to share !!

ok first of all I love ur “I love to hate you” piece but I was thinking, what if the reader caught on after the first couple of time Draco compliments/flirted with them & they start to flirt with them back…reader doing this only because Draco started this of course *wink wink*

idk but I’ll that sexual tension 👀🥵

Thanks for your request! I´m so sorry that this took me literally forever to write. I had already started writing, but then I took a break for a few weeks and when I reread it I didn´t like it anymore, so I rewrote it. I feel like I still have to get into writing again first, so this probably isn´t my best work, but I hope you´ll like it anyway. Also, I loved the request and I had so much fun writing it both times.

Fanged Geraniums

“Add powdered moonstone, stir three times counterclockwise, allow to simmer for seven minutes, then add two drops of syrup of hellebore.”; Professor Snape´s voice sneered through the classroom. “You also have to start cutting your mandrakes within the next few minutes if you still want this potion to be anything but disappointing.”

You sighed. The draught of peace was for sure a very useful potion, but very difficult to make. Especially, when Professor Snape hovered over you all the time like an inordinately large bat. You could always feel his piercing gaze and foul breath on your neck, whenever he patiently awaited you to make a mistake. Which unfortunately happened rather often. It wasn’t like you were that bad in potion class, but since you happened to be a Gryffindor, he lurked for even the smallest mistakes, always greedy to take any points possible from you. He would for sure have ignored most of them if you would have been one of his beloved Slytherins, but as it was, you were a Gryffindor, and Godric, you couldn’t be prouder.

While you watched the potion in the cauldron in front of you simmering -you were pleasantly surprised, when it actually started to turn pink, just like it was supposed to- you noticed that you should have already prepared your mandrakes by now. You glanced at Hermione, who still looked at the instructions on the board with narrowed eyes.

“Do you want me to get some mandrakes for you as well?”, you asked your best friend.

Hermione just nodded, without even tearing her gaze from the board. Whenever she was concentrating, nothing could get her out of this state. And even though it was sometimes quite annoying, you were pretty thankful for that ability of hers. Not only Hermione was an amazing learning partner since she forced you to concentrate as well, whenever she simply ignored you while she was studying, but she also had a deep understanding of the material and was always willing to help you out when you were once again hopelessly lost in the sheer mass of homework you had to do.

You made your way to the shelf in the front of the class, scanning it for the mandrakes. You found it on one of the upper boards. You cursed yourself for being so small. You had always trouble to reach them and Professor Snape had strictly forbidden you to use magic to get the ingredients from up there, since one time a simple spell to summon the needed ingredients had ended in Neville being covered in a slimy mass, burning holes into his uniform. But you were also way too proud to ask someone else for help. Standing on your tiptoes, your arm extended as far as possible, your fingertips brushed against the vessel with the mandrakes.

A whistle made you stop trying and turn around. As you did so, you faced the one reason besides Professor Snape, you hated potions class more than most of the other classes. Because he was in there too.

Draco Malfoy was probably one of the worst human beings. Not only he was a Slytherin, but he embodied every single quality that was the reason for the fact the Slytherins were despised by the other houses. He was arrogant, heartless and the only things he truly cared about were the name of his family and the money and influence they had, with which he also bragged regularly. Plus, he didn’t get along with any of your friends, especially Harry. Not even speaking of how he treated Hermione because she was a muggleborn, which made her, in his eyes, less worthy than other wizards.

These were only a few reasons why you hated the Slytherin boy so much. And the fact that you were not afraid to show how disgusted you were by his behaviour, made Malfoy hate you just as much.

And now he was standing right in front of you, with a sly grin on his face.

“If I would have known what´s under this skirt before, I might have been nicer to you from the beginning (Y/l/n).”, he said, while his eyes lazily travelled down your body, scanning every centimetre of it.

You felt your cheeks redden as your hands automatically made sure your skirt was in place again after you had tried to reach up to the shelf, even if you were pretty sure, that there was no chance that Malfoy had actually seen anything he wasn’t supposed to, but just wanted to provoke you.

“And if I would know what´s inside those pants… But if it looks the same as inside your head, this is going to be very disappointing. But I´m sure you are already used to hearing this from girls, aren’t you?”, you responded.

“Oh, trust me, love, this would be anything but disappointing. I´m sure any girl will gladly tell you. And you will have to trust them, because unfortunately, you”, his cold grey eyes found his way back up to yours, eying you contemptuously, “will never find out.”

“Unfortunately for you, luckily for me.”, you smiled at him sweetly.

“And unfortunately for you, you have just lost your chance that I will give you any of my mandrakes. Because luckily for me, I´m tall enough to get them myself.” Without even having to try, he reached over your head for the vessel with the mandrakes. “But maybe if you would use that pretty mouth of yours to ask me for help nicely instead of insulting me again, I might be willing to help you out anyway.”

You just bit your lip. For sure, you weren’t that desperate. You hated to ask for help, but you would find someone who would do so. Someone, who wouldn’t take as much pleasure in this as Malfoy and wouldn’t use this opportunity to humiliate you for the rest of your life.

When Malfoy realized, you wouldn’t give in, he placed the vessel with the remaining mandrakes back on the shelf. As he did so, his chest nearly brushed yours, but you refused to step back.

Before Malfoy went back to his place, he looked at you with pity, but the glistening in his eyes betrayed him.

“Good luck brewing your potion, love.”

Then he left and you were standing there alone. But just as you wanted to start another attempt to get what you came here for, you saw Ron coming up to you. As you saw the red haired lanky boy, a smile spread across your face.

“Luckily for me, I have tall friends.

“I really need to go to Zonko´s. Fred and George told me, they just launched a new product line.”, Ron told you before he kept on rambling about why it was absolutely necessary and essential for him to possess some nose-biting teacups. Hermione and you on the other hand were more interested in visiting Honeydukes and having some warm Butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks, preferably with some ginger.

You were already used to this. Every one of you had your own plans on how to spend your time in Hogsmeade in the best way possible. Usually, before the weekend was coming up, you sat down together to make up a plan for the day, just like you did now, even though all of you were aware of the fact, that in the end, it still almost always resulted in pure chaos anyway.

“And the dungbombs….”

“Don’t act as if you could afford any of these anyway Weaselbee.”, you heard a familiar voice sneering behind you.

“I don’t think anyone asked for your opinion, Malfoy.”, Harry quickly responded, before Ron could say or do something he might regret later on since you could already see his ears turning dangerously pink.

“And I don’t recall talking to you, Potter. Are you even allowed to go there? I mean your parents can´t sign the permission, can they?”

“After all these years, don’t you think it´s a little bit pathetic to still bring up the same old stories over and over again? If you keep on doing this, people might think this is the only thing you´re capable of.”, you jumped in because even though Harry´s ears didn’t turn pink, you knew, that this was far below the belt for Harry.

Malfoy turned around, eying you unimpressed.

“And once again, I don’t recall talking to you. But if you are so creative (Y/l/n), go on.”

“Well, I could, but I don’t think I could insult you today without being rude to that tattered scrap of fur on your head, you said, while your eyes were fixed on the hat, Malfoy was already wearing, since the first snow of this winter had started falling this morning.

“That’s ferret fur.”, he responded, while touching his hat, slightly offended. “Very expensive and fashionable, but when I look at you, I don’t think you even know what these words mean.”

“Well, if it means I´m walking around with a stinky corpse on my head, I´ll pass, thanks.”

“Not everyone can wear what they want and still look good, (Y/l/n).”

You raised an eyebrow, your gaze still fixed on the ugly hat.

“Obviously.”

“At least I don’t have to wear these horrible Gryffindor robes day after day. I have to admit, they probably wouldn’t even suit me.”

“Honestly Malfoy, green doesn’t suit you that much either. But then again, I highly doubt that the others would do any better.”

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“I´m not interested in changing the colour of my robes anyway. You on the other hand…”, he stepped a bit closer, “I bet you would look absolutely amazing in green. Even though I´m afraid you, unfortunately, don’t have what it takes to be a Slytherin. But if you want to, I can lend you some of my clothes some time. Would love to see you in them. Or without them.”

“I´ll have to pass again. Also, I don’t think it´s that unfortunate that I don’t have what it takes to be one of you. I actually would call myself to be pretty lucky.”

“Don’t act like you would actually mind it (Y/l/n). You would rather be in a house with me. I know how much you miss me when I am not around.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Oh yeah, I just can´t stop thinking about you from the moment you leave.”

Malfoy grinned smugly.

“Oh, don’t worry love. I do just the same.”

Then he winked at you and went back to his friends, leaving you with your cheeks slightly red. From how much he annoyed you, of course.

And it went on like this for days. Whenever Malfoy saw you, he made a snarky remark, in which he included some kind of compliment, which sounded -in the way he said it- like the worst insult. And you gladly caught up on it. It felt refreshing to not make fun of the same things over and over again. And for some reason, Malfoy noticed things about you, no one else had ever complimented you about before. And even if you hated to admit it, he did his job well. So well, that sometimes you felt your heart beating faster in your chest when he opened his mouth.

One day, in herbology, when you laughed at Malfoy, who had just been bitten by a fanged geranium, he just smiled at you cheekily, just like he did so often lately.

“Wanna have a bite too, (Y/l/n)?”

“I prefer not getting poisoned, Malfoy.”

“You have no idea, I am actually quite enjoyable.”

“I bet you are.”, you chuckled. “Looks like it just can´t get enough of you.”

The fanged geranium had by now buried its fangs deep into the material if Malfoy´s gauntlet.

“You have always been better with those bloody creatures than me, I guess.”, Malfoy mumbled.

You looked at him in surprise. For sure, you had always been gifted in handling plants, but you had never thought that Malfoy had paid attention to it.

“It´s not that hard, is it?”

“What, you think you are better than me, Gryffindor?”

“Well, obviously I am.”, you said, pointing at your already replanted geraniums.

“Seems like you have many talents, don’t you?”, Malfoy asked with a smirk.

“Don’t take it too hard. I´m sure you got some things you´re not completely hopeless in as well.”

The grin on Malfoy´s face only grew wider.

“Trust me love, I´m a man with many talents.”

“Oh yeah?”, you teased him.

“Want me to show some of them to you? We could both benefit from this.”

“I´m sure this would be very interesting.”, you purred. “But you know, I´m not that much into disappointments.”

With that, you grabbed the fanged geranium that was still clinging on to Malfoy with a trained grip and pulled it away, placing it in its new pot.

“Oh, I´m sure it would be anything but disappointing. Just tell me what you want me to do love and I´ll do it the best way you have ever seen it being done.”

“There are so many things on my mind right now I would love to see you do. But for now, I would just be happy seeing you being able to handle your plants on your own.”

As you returned to your seat, after shooting a last glance to Malfoy who was fighting with the next geranium, you saw Hermione looking at you with narrowed eyes.

“What is it?”

“What the hell was that?”

“What?”

“Did you just… flirt? With Malfoy?”, your friend asked in a strange voice.

You looked at her in disbelief.

“Me? Flirting? With him? No way! Why would you think that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Just the way you looked at each other and the grinning and all that stuff.”

You shook your head vigorously.

“No one flirted with nobody. But just to make one thing clear. If one of us would be flirting with the other one, it would be him flirting with me! Not the other way around. As if I would be in need of such things. I still have standards!”

Hermione eyed you distrustfully, before nodding slowly.

“If you say so.”

The next week, you were still practising handling the fanged geraniums, which had by now grown a few centimetres, making it a lot more difficult to do so. You still managed to take care of them in the best way possible, earning not only some praise from Professor Sprout but also five points for your house.

But someone else still struggled to hold the plants in place. You glanced over to Malfoy, who frowned while trying to tame his geraniums. Unsuccessfully, of course. A giggle escaped your throat as you saw his fight with the plant, which strictly refused to do anything Malfoy had planned with it. When Malfoy heard your laugh and looked up, his gaze met yours and he raised an eyebrow questionably. But instead of making a quick-witted remark, you just looked away again, concentrating on your own plant.

The words Hermione had said to you in the last lesson in the greenhouse, had confused you more than you wanted to admit. You had always thought the bickering -that wasn’t just bickering anymore- with Malfoy was quite fun, but just because it entertained you. Or at least what you had thought before Hermione had asked you if you had been flirting with him. Because you had to admit, that for someone who wasn’t involved in whatever the thing that was going on between Malfoy and you was called, the idea that something was going on between the two of you wasn’t that far-fetched, considering how much time and energy you were willing to put into the other one. But you had always thought that at least your best friend knew that nothing was going on between the two of you, except for the fact that you just couldn’t stand each other. Because there was nothing more, was there? But still, for some reason, Hermione´s words were still echoing in your head, making you react irritated any time Malfoy was trying to call you out once more, which was while you now tried your best to just avoid him.

This was also the reason, why after the lesson you quickly got out of the greenhouse, without shooting the Slytherin boy still fighting with his plant another glace and headed towards the castle with your friends. It had been the last lesson of the day and you couldn’t wait to get to the common room to let yourself fall onto one of the couches and relax.

But as you had nearly reached the castle, you noticed, that in the hurry to get out of the greenhouse as soon as possible, you had forgotten your notes there. That’s why you quickly told your friends to save you one of the good seats in front of the fireplace and headed back to the greenhouse.

It had already gotten quiet here, since all the students had left and Professor Sprout was working in one of the other houses, taking care of the more complex plants, which weren’t made for students to take care of.

But just as you wanted to open the door, you heard someone cursing behind it. You frowned as you saw a shadow moving behind the frosted glass. You had expected to be on your own, but obviously, this wasn’t the case. However, you still needed your notes, so you opened up the door.

As the door swung open, the gaze of the person inside shot up. They seemed to be just as surprised as you, someone was still here, regarding to the startled look on their face. But then again, probably not as surprised as you, because, while for you it wasn’t that unusual to visit the greenhouses even after class, for Draco Malfoy it was for sure.

When he realized who was standing in front of him, the surprise on his face was replaced by a grin, making your heart for some reason jump.

“(Y/l/n), come to join me?”, he asked, while leaning against the table behind him, looking unfairly good like this.

For a moment you just stared at him, but then you remembered why you got here in the first place.

“Just forgot my notes.”, you mumbled.

You took a deep breath and entered the room, heading towards where you suspected the missing booklet. You felt Malfoy´s gaze following you, making your face for some reason heat up. Luckily, you found it quickly and wanted to turn around again, leaving the house without interacting with Malfoy any further. But the boy had different plans.

“You already want to leave again.”

You just gave him a short nod.

“C´mon (Y/n), it´s just the two of us. Why don’t you just stay a little longer and accompany me?”

When he called you by your first name, your heart stopped. He had never done so before. But for some reason, it still felt familiar to you. It felt right like this. You slightly shook your head as if you tried to get rid of the strange feeling building up inside you. Whatever was wrong with you, you had to get it under control again as soon as possible, so you wouldn’t make yourself a fool in front of Draco. Malfoy. You meant Malfoy of course.

“Still have homework to do.”, you mumbled, waving your notes as a confirmation.

“Don’t be such a tease (Y/n). I know you would rather spend your time here with me.”

“I really don’t have any time for your games right now.”, you snapped, sounding harsher than you had intended.

Malfoy seemed to notice the change in your voice because his changed as well when he spoke up again.

“You don’t have to. I just thought… I really could use your help but if you got something else to do…” It was strange to hear him talking like this. He almost sounded insecure as his voice got lost in the last sentence.

You knew that you should just leave like you had intended to, but for some reason, you didn’t. For some reason, you turned around and looked at the boy on the other side of the room. And for the first time since you realized who was in this room with you, you really looked at him. Malfoy was standing behind a table with some plant pots in front of him. It looked more like a battlefield than a greenhouse. From what you could see, he had tried his luck with the fanged geraniums once more, which had obviously been a worthy opponent.

“What is it?”, you asked the boy, as you stepped closer, justifying your readiness to help with the argument that Professor Sprout would probably get a heart attack if she would see what Malfoy had done to her precious plants.

“I wanted to practice with those bloody beasts once more, but it seems like I still don’t have as much talent as you.”

While he was talking, he raised his right hand, showing you some bitemarks, the fangs of the plants had left behind. You narrowed your eyes.

“What happened to your gauntlet?”, you asked.

“Forgot it.”, Malfoy mumbled.

You could see his cheeks turning slightly pink as he confessed his mistake. You felt a warmth flushing over you and you mentally slapped yourself as you caught yourself thinking that he just looked adorable, the way he was standing there, avoiding your gaze in embarrassment.

You sighed.

“Let´s take care of your hand first and then the plants.”

Malfoy nodded in agreement.

You knew Professor Sprout had some tinctures in her desk, some with antidotes for the poisonous plants and some antiseptic. Luckily, fanged geraniums weren’t poisonous, but to make sure the wound wouldn’t infect, you still pulled out the antiseptic.

“Show me your hand please.”, you said.

Malfoy did as you told him. When you took his large hand in your smaller one, it felt like an electric shock running through your body and you had to get a grip on yourself not to pull away again. You carefully dabbed some of the liquid onto the wound, making Malfoy hiss through gritted teeth.

“Careful!”

“I am.”, you responded. “It´s not my fault you are so stupid. Now you have to face the consequences.”

“If the consequences are a pretty girl taking care of me, I might have to act stupid more often.”

When you looked up, you saw Malfoy grinning down at you, making your heart flutter in your chest once more. You could have gotten lost in the way he was looking at you, the fact he was so close to you that you could smell through all the flowers around you his cologne and feel the warmth of his hand in yours. But you knew you couldn’t. You knew for him, all of this was just a joke. And so it was for you. You didn’t actually care about each other. That’s how it was supposed to be. But as you stared up at him smiling down at you, you could have sworn that, whatever was going on here, was real. But you knew it wasn’t, at least for him, and you wouldn’t be so stupid to show him that by now, you may or may not have some doubts about whether or not you hated the boy in front of you actually as much as you always stated you did.

That’s why when you had finished sterilizing his wound, you quickly let go of Malfoy´s hand again and took a few steps backwards. You could have sworn he looked slightly disappointed, but that was probably just another thing your clouded brain wanted to make you think.

When you had stowed the medicine back in the desk again, you dedicated your attention to the plants. You quickly got into some kind of flow, as you effortlessly fixed the damage, Malfoy had done to them unintentionally. And for a moment you forgot, that you actually didn´t want to be here. Or more precisely didn´t want to be with Malfoy.

Said boy was now standing beside you, watching your movements closely. “You could help me with those too, you know?”, you told him, without taking your gaze from the work in front of you.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Take the ones who are back in their pots and place them next to the others.”

Malfoy nodded and grinned at you.

“Anything for you princess.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crept on your face as he called you by this nickname.

“A princess wouldn’t have to the work on her own.”

“I would love to help you but I am afraid I…”

“…you would only make things worse.”, you ended the sentence.

“Right you are.”, Malfoy said.

You rolled your eyes.

“As if this would be something new.”

“And you are right once more.”, Malfoy said, making the smile on your face only widen.

You put the last geranium back in her pot and looked up at the boy.

“You look really pretty when you smile, you know that?”, he told you out of the blue.

“Says you.”, you grinned, trying to hide the blush that crept on your face at his words.

“So you think I´m pretty?”, Malfoy teased you.

“You think I am?”, you returned, making him chuckle.

“Only when you smile.”, he said.

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I´ll still take that as a compliment.”

“It was one.”, Malfoy responded.

The blush on your cheeks only deepened.

“Then thanks, I guess.”, you mumbled.

Then you remained silent for a moment.

“Why were you even in here?”, you asked to release the strange tension in the air.

“Told you. To practice.”

“Yeah, but why? Did Professor Sprout told you to? Because you´re such a disaster?”

“No, it was for you.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“For me?”

“You know everything I do is for you.” Even though his voice sounded genuine, you saw the mocking smile on his face. “And you said you had a lot of things on your mind you want to see me do after I can tame those beasts.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“But that’s how I understood it.”

Even though you knew that Malfoy was just making fun of you, the mere thought of him actually practising here for you after class, just to impress you, made the warm feeling inside you return. But then again you knew, that the chances he had some serious intentions with you were close to zero. Actually, not only close; they were zero.

You looked at the boy in front of you, who returned your gaze. Suddenly, Malfoy took a step so that he was standing right in front of you, raising his hand, as if he wanted to touch your face.

As a reflex, you took a step back, leaving both of you embarrassed.

“I… I didn’t mean to… You got some dirt right there.”

With his finger he tapped at his own cheek, glancing at you shyly, before looking at the ground.

“Oh.”

You didn’t quite know what to say.

“Just thought I´d let you know.”

“Yes, thanks.”

With your own hand, you rubbed over your face, right where you suspected the stain that had caused this uncomfortable moment.

“Is it gone?”

Malfoy tore his gaze apart from the ground and looked at you again. Then he shook his head.

“No, it´s still there.”

“Here?”

“No, like…”

“Like this?”

“A little bit more to the right…. No from my point of view.”

“Gone?”

“No.”

“Would you…?”

Malfoy nodded and took a step toward you once more. And this time, you didn’t shy away.

His thumb gently rubbed over your cheekbone, making you shiver. You couldn’t help but close your eyes fluttery at his gentle touch.

“Now it´s gone.”, Malfoy said, his voice sounding a bit huskier than usual.

You cleared your throat.

“Well, thanks.”

His eyes started to glisten again as he grinned at you.

“My pleasure.”

You sighed.

“I bet it was.”

“You have no idea.”, he chuckled.

“Probably there wasn’t even dirt there. You just did this to put me off my stride, didn’t you?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

“Did I?”

“Did you what?”

“Put you off your stride.”

You cursed yourself for letting your guard down, even if it had been only for a few seconds.

“Don’t you dare to pride yourself on that Malfoy. Only because you annoy me that much.”

“Not as much as you annoy me.” “Wanna bet?”

“I will win.”

“You think so? Well, I don’t. Because you are the most annoying and unlikable and selfish person I have ever…”

But whatever you had wanted to say was cut off by some surprisingly soft lips pressing on yours. After the moment of surprise had passed, you gave in and melted into the kiss, forgetting all those -probably not very nice- things you had wanted to call the boy, who now held you close.

When you pulled away, panting heavily, you saw the blond guy grinning down at you.

“I am sorry love. I don’t think I have caught the last sentence.”

“You are unbelievable.”, you mumbled.

“I know, but I don’t think that was quite what you intended to say, was it?”

“Don’t wanna risk repeating that.”

“Why´s that?”

“Who knows if you will kiss me again then.”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

“Would that be so bad?”, he asked.

Even though his tone was jokingly, you could hear some serious concern in his voice, as if he wasn’t quite sure about the consequences of his own actions yet.

“Never said that.”

Malfoy´s grin only grew wider.

“Well, if you want to repeat this, you just have to ask.”

“If this is some sick joke of yours again…”

“No joke.”, Malfoy interrupted you quickly. “I want this. Well, only if you do so as well of course.”

You paused as if you had to think about it for a moment.

“I might have to try this kissing thing once more first I guess.”

Malfoy smiled as he brushed some loose strands of hair out of your face.

“As often as you want love.”

And this time, the kiss was softer and when you felt his lips moving against yours, it felt as if everything that had happened between the two of you ever since you knew each other had led to this moment.

“I always thought you were doing this just to annoy me.”, you mumbled against his lips, as the boy in front of you traced the features of your face with his fingers.

“I did.”, he admitted. “But only because you looked so cute when you were mad at me.”

“Just so you know, no girl likes it to be called cute when she´s mad.”

Malfoy placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I don´t care about all girls. I only care about you. And it´s not my fault you look so adorable when you were rambling about how much you hate me.”

“What would you say if I would call you cute when you are mad at me?”, you asked him.

“As if I could ever be mad at you.”

“Draco, I´m serious.”, you giggled.

But Draco just grinned at you cheekily.

“So we´re on a first name basis now?”

“Don’t get this wrong. I still don’t like you. And besides, you are distracting from the main topic.”

“I don’t want you to like me., I want you to love me.”

You looked at him in surprise. Now he had finally managed to distract you completely. Draco looked slightly embarrassed at his confessions, still, he returned your gaze.

“If you think you could.”, he added.

You smiled.

“I know I can.”

“How´s that?”

“I already do.”

Draco pulled you in a kiss once more.

“I love you.”, he whispered.

“I love you too.”

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