#ravenclaw!reader
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you don’t really like me, you just think you do.
when james’ feelings did a 180, you find it hard to take him seriously.
warnings: no warnings, not proof read (bc lazy)
tags: fluff & angst, 5.9k wc, getting together, jamie being the best suitor, charlie (not weasely) is also here
when people asks you how it changed, you always say it was sudden.
suddenly, james was everywhere you look. suddenly, james was tripping and falling over you. suddenly, james fancied you.
as sudden as it was, it didn’t shock you as one would’ve expected. you always knew him to be as inconsistent in his school work, so you figured he would be inconsistent towards his feelings as well. what shocked you though, was that he liked you of all people.
all interactions with james had strictly consisted of school related-topics. you were in different houses and different social circles. so when he pulls you aside one morning in-between classes. you had expected one of two things; showing him how to do a bandaging charm, again or him asking you for a copy of your essays.
and it was to your absolute horror, that he proved how wrong you are.
“i like you and i hope you like me too.”
when people asks james how it changed, he always says it was gradual.
gradually, you became something he had looked forward seeing every morning. gradually, you had become a pivotal part of his day, every interaction cherished and replayed in his mind late at night. gradually, he had started falling for you.
as gradual as it was, it came as a complete shock for him. he had only viewed you as a friend, and even that was pushing it. you two barely talked to each other and when you did, it was always about school. you two were always paired up for some reason, and in his mind it became akin to fate. you started to occupy the large space that was once occupied by his lilypad and now replaced by you, your soft smile and the contradicting cynic replies.
and with fate working beside him to get you two as close as possible, james thought you figured the same. you were always so patient wth him, always ready to help him out. but your kindness sometimes came with snarky responses that he found oh so charming and witty. so when he excused you to talk, he had expected a successful attempt in snagging a date with you. even going as far as preparing a bouquet for you, he arranged himself.
and it was to his absolute horror, that you proved how wrong he is.
“um, no.”
and so became the norm. james had made it his life’s mission to actively pursue you. you gotta admit though, if he wanted something. he really goes all out.
it started with a daily routine with you every morning. james would wake up early and wait for you by the main floor near the grand staircase. his back against the rough stones, arms and ankles crossed, a boyish smile on his face the moment he would see you. he would beam a smile, cheeks denting, eyes shinning, and walk to you, offering a pleasant greeting of good morning, gorgeous. my, don’t you look ravishing this morning, grabbing your books and tote to carry for you. the first time he attempted this, you fought hard to deny his services. your hands like claws as you hold your things to your person. though he had hardly blinked then, maybe even looked a bit amused, even going as far as looking excited. the weirdo.
but it had been weeks now and frankly, you had grown tired of fighting with him every morning. especially, when he would always win in the end anyway. so now, you just let him do whatever he wanted. not like you have anything to complain about, your bag has always been pretty heavy.
he would flirt with you. constantly. shower you with compliments about things you hardly even think about sometimes. he had sung praises about your eyebrows the other day, and you had no choice but to bluster through it, to mask your flaming cheeks from embarrassment. but he’s not just all talk either, lately he’s worked up the courage to try to hold your hand — or something close to it. he would slowly walk closer to you, his pink lips going on and on asking you and complimenting you, telling jokes, a diversion—you realize. he would blindly extend his fingers, pinkies first, and when you would feel that first touch to your hand, your heart would do an awful jump. your skin would feel a little bit smaller, your brain blaring alarms, his pinky finger touched your hand, repeat it with increasing traitorous glee. this one, you haven’t stopped fighting. as each time you feel his hand touch yours, you would always create some distance between the two of you, no matter how crowded the corridor is, not that it hardly mattered to him, he looked like he’s won something each time he was successful.
today was no different. before the stairwell could even move, you can already see his dark messy hair waiting for you at one of the floors.
“i say, loverboy’s plenty persistent, hm?” charlie hummed, leaning over the railway, his pale eyes clear with amusement.
you scoff, fingers twitchy on the handle as you see him look up and glow into a smile as he locked eyes with you, “like a rash.” tearing your gaze from james potter down below to look ahead, “that would eventually go away.”
he raises an eyebrow at that, lips quirking into a smirk “really now? he’s been waiting for you every morning for the past months, i think this rash is here to stay. ”
you forced a tight lipped smile, “all in due time, i’m sure.”
clenching your hands when the stairs settle in, you walk down, gently meeting his bright honey eyes.
once you were close enough, he grinned, “good morning my sweet,” pushing himself off of the wall he was leaning against. like some infuriating roguish model. you like to think he practices ways on how he would look leaning against the stone wall. something he would drag his friends into helping him decide which one looked best, no doubt. you almost smile at the thought but stopped yourself when he says, “don’t you look as beautiful as ever.” he hummed.
his robes in his hands, his tie crisp and perfect, his white button-up wrinkle-free. his hair looking like something he’d desperately describe as artfully tousled but could only be ever perceived as messy. his cool bravado contrasting his rosy cheeks and ears. your heart doing that awful thing again.
“well, that’s my cue. see you both later.” charlie waved and you looked, giving him a nod goodbye.
you sighed through your nose, “potter.”
“try not to sound too happy now.” he teased. he let out his palms for you to place your tote and books, and like yesterday and the day before, you give it to him without complaint. “thanks,” you muttered, keeping in a snort of laughter as you see him wear your pink floral tote on his shoulders unabashedly.
“so, are you ready for your ancient runes test today?” he asks, once you two started walking to the great hall.
“how did you—?”
he shrugged, tousling his hair and looking down on you with a proud smile. “i know everything about you, darling.” (and that he does. albeit he had to beg and bribe his way for your friends to start sharing basic information about you. what your classes are, favourite colours, what you like, dislike —because merlin forbid you actually share things about yourself. all without you knowing of course. wouldn’t want you to think of him as weird.)
you gave the weirdo a suspicious stare before shaking your head, “i think i’m ready. i mean, i studied everything i could. i revised three books for it and even did flashcards.”
“well i bet my hair, you’re gonna do just great.” he grinned, softly nudging your shoulder. “you always have.”
rolling your eyes, “thank you, although i don’t really need you hair.”
“well, just tell me which limb you want and i’ll give it to you.” spreading his arms apart, your bag sliding on his arms with his movement. grinning wide and wiggling his eyebrows. leaning into your face.
your face screwing up into a grimace, and pushing his face away with your knuckles, “the same goes for any anatomy or anything you offer me, i’m afraid.”
the persistent blighter just grinned, looking all too proud of himself for whatever reason.
you were about to turn towards the library, but he grabbed your arm and clicked his tongue, “eat breakfast first,” his fingers firmly wrapped around your inner elbow, denting the soft skin there.
“i have to study,” you say firmly, hoping your voice won’t crack.
“you studied enough, now let’s go.” a little tug from him and you were compliant. something he had looked pleasantly surprised by, if the denting cheeks were any indication.
once he felt you weren’t fighting him from pulling you to the great hall, he let you go. warm big hands leaving your arms.
he started talking about his plans, letting you know when he’s available and when he’s busy. asking about yours in turn — and like always sharing nothing. not that he’s deterred. it’s near the hall’s entrance when you feel his gaze at the side of your face, “—after practice though, i’m going to be fairly free the rest of the night.” that familiar lilt in his voice.
breathing in deep, knowing what’s coming next. “so i was thinking, that maybe we could meet up near the lake - have an afternoon picnic.” you turn to look at him and see him rub the back of his neck. the action causing his biceps to bulge out, pulling the fabric taut against his skin. a treacherous thought passing in your mind.
breathing in slowly, you close your eyes to refocus on his face. warm hazel eyes pleading, hopeful, still just like that first time.
“no thank you,” entering the hall just as james opens the door for you.
he frowns, no, pouts. “why not?”
“i just don’t want to.” you walked to your usual seat in the ravenclaw table and james following behind you closely.
“i guess, that’s fair.”
james still in his head, muttering about cancelling with the elves, as he went to unconsciously grab your hand to guide you into your seat. you flushed at the new action, but nonetheless take a seat anyway. he slowly let your bag slip away from his shoulders place it neatly to your side.
“i’ll walk you to the library after you eat, so wait for me, okay?” he smiled gently down at you like you haven’t just rejected him. giving your friends a few nods of acknowledgments before sitting with his friends already there waiting for him.
you hear a few teasing oohs from your friends causing you to get out of your stupor and shoot glares at them. “don’t even.”
it was no public secret that james had been determined to ask you out on a date for the past months. and each time he did, his plans only becoming more elaborate than the last.
the first time he had asked, it was in the corridor in-between classes. people scattering to get where they needed to be. you were no different until a large bouquet with large and colourful flowers arranged messily in wrinkly cellophane and tight ribbons. you remembered his face then, noting how red and shy he looked. he had been stammering and restarting his spiel to you. you saw your friend gesturing for you to hurry, but oddly enough. you stayed rooted to the spot, curious for what’s to come.
“i like you and i hope you like me too!” he might as well be screaming, as the people around you two stopped and stared. the hall now deathly silent, awaiting your response. you flushed at the attention, and grabbed james by the elbow. walking swiftly to the more secluded area at the end of the hall.
once you two were alone, you see those hopeful eyes of his and his nervous smile. his face was still laughably red and the flowers still upright, tightly clutched in his hands.
“um no,” standing up straighter, “i don’t know what transpired for you to do this but, no.”
you can practically see him deflate then, the flowers lowering from his chest to his side. “no?”
“no.”
“i thought—“ he gulped, stepping towards you. but you raise a hand stopping him. clearing your throat before uttering,
“potter, what about evans?”
he tilted his head, hair flopping in his eyes, and a frown on his pink lips. “what about her?”
you scoff a humourless laugh, hands wildly waving in front you. your bag slipping but continued to say,
“what about her? potter, you’ve liked her since—well since, forever and now you want me to believe you like me now?”
“yes.” he nodded, eyebrows scrunching now. looking frustrated like it was obvious.
you laugh in disbelief, muttering lowly, “how fickle.”
“fickle?”
you freeze, shamed he heard you. waving your hands nonchalantly, an easy smile on your face, “you know frequently changes, inconsistent.”
“i know what fickle means, i’m not an idiot.”
you sputter a short laugh at his indignant tone, “what? are you mad at me now?”
huffing through his nose and pouting, “i’m not mad at you, i’m mad at the situation—“
“fickle! you just confessed looking all shy and now you’re glaring—“
“i am not glaring.”
“fickle!” you laugh, pointing at his scrunched up face. his face now red for a different reason.
“i’m not!” he groans, “i really like you and i want to date you.”
reaching up to place a hand on his shoulder, ignoring the way he tensed up and gotten even redder, “no, you don’t. these feelings will eventually pass. trust me.”
james hadn’t replied then, and just as you were about to leave, he thrusted the flowers in your face once again.
“no, potter—“
shaking his head, “no, these are for you. regardless of your answer.” showing you a small dimpled smile, compelling you to take them without anymore argument. the cellophane rustling in your hand. the flowers looking like they’ve been randomly arranged, like someone just chose the biggest and eye catching flowers and bundled it together.
you try not to imagine james picking the flowers himself and getting pink ribbons to tie it all together. tongue poking at his cheek in concentration as he struggles to arrange the flowers like the professionals. it wasn’t an image you saw before, but found yourself easily picturing it nonetheless.
“thank you...”
and you thought that was the end of it. he’ll start to ignore you now because you bruised his pride. maybe even go back to talking to lily evans again.
you try not to think of the swirling disappointment in your stomach, nor the twinge of something else mixed in.
but when you got down from the ravenclaw tower, the next day. off to start your day in the library. there he was, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.
james potter was waiting for you, a radiant smile etching on his face once he saw you.
since then, you had been subjected to various ways james had planned to asked you out. ranging from spelling out your name with an invite in the sky to literally riding a white horse during class and asking if he could whisk you away. all had been met with either an indifferent stares or a horrified wide-eyed gape. after two weeks of feeling complete dread and embarrassment, to the possibilities james potter has in store for you. he suddenly stopped. retiring fireworks and floating parchment of invitations, to normal folded ones inserted in your books. no longer charming his voice so it could be heard all over school to hear him declare his affections, but instead softly asking you in private instead.
it was obvious you had taken a liking to the quieter, more discreet versions rather than the former.
because the first time he did, james had gathered a lock of your hair between his fingers and tucked them behind your ear, whispered low and slow and so close to your ear, as he uttered:
“go on a date with me,”
you were blushing up a storm, then. face warm to the touch and eyes averting frantically to every corner in the library except his eyes. frustratingly aware of his fingers still touching your ear.
he had looked at you then, shock written all over his face before a shy grin took over his face. rubbing his hand over his mouth and tugging the corner of his mouth to stop himself from grinning at your reaction.
he had also been rejected that time but he decided your reaction was reward enough.
you look at your watch and saw you had around an hour left to read up on your other subjects before your first lesson starts.
taking the last few bites of breakfast before james, who had noticed the time as well, had walked over and was already grabbing the things you pulled out of your tote, placing it neatly inside. plopping to the seat beside you.
“you ready to go, pretty?” he quipped.
quickly nodding as you hastily clean your section of the table and said your goodbyes to your friends. pointedly ignoring the wiggling eyebrows and teasing hoots of pretty.
james had offered a hand to help you stand up but you ignored it and stood on your own.
“did you eat a lot?” leaning to have a good look at your face.
you nodded, “a bit. they had scrambled eggs, so i had a full plate.”
james nodding, a happy smile on his face. “good, good.” turning to look in front of him and opening the heavy doors for you all the while adjusting your tote on his shoulders. “listen, there was a schedule change for pitch practice so i’ll be a bit busy starting tomorrow. i’m sorry, sweets.”
“okay.”
he hummed, thoughtful. “i’ll try to still be around and walk you to your classes in between breaks—we’ll see how that goes. try not to miss me too much, yeah?” a teasing smile on his lips.
you rolled your eyes, oblivious to the days ahead.
“oh,” charlie said, leaning over to the railing.
“what?” following his gaze and looking over to the glaringly, strangely vacant spot. “oh,”
now staring at you with a teasing glint in his eye. “i see mr. loverboy’s not in today.” the smirk on his face making you roll your eyes.
“managed to finally scare him off, did ‘ya?” he supplies.
“if only,” crossing your arms, “he said he’ll be busy with quidditch practice.”
when the stairs settled in, charlie turned to you. “it’s certainly nice to know he has other hobbies other than bothering you.”
“bothering me?” adjusting the strap of your tote on your shoulder.
he quirked an eyebrow, an inquisitive look on his face “he doesn’t bother you anymore?”
“nonsense, you know he does.”
“interesting,”
you look at him with a frown, hating the teasing, the all knowing tone he always uses when you missed something. “what?”
“nothing!” you gave him an exasperated stare and raised your eyebrow, raising his hand in the air and chuckled, “i just noticed you getting a bit soft on ‘im, that’s all.” tapping his chin, “you don’t look that bothered to me, is what i’m saying. and you never say so anymore.”
your face warmed. is that what it looked like to others? is that potter thinks? that you’re going soft on him now? you scoff, tightening your hold on your bag and adjusting the sliding strap. “do i really have to announce it every time i’m pissy with him?”
he’s humming, a certain skip in his step that makes you want to trip him, “no, but i can tell you’re at least tolerating him now. friends, maybe?”
“tolerating does not equate friendship, sorry to say.” you know, it isn’t. being with james doesn’t feel at all like how it is with charlie.
“an assistant then?” mirth clear in his eyes as he said that. charlie the pale mutt having way too much fun with this.
pursing your lips in an annoyed frown, “i’d like to think he doesn’t qualify enough to be my assistant.” adjusting the slipping strap of your bag.
he laughs, grabbing your tote off your shoulder, and sliding it to his. “you’re not even used to holding your bag anymore, since he always carry it for you.”
“so?”
“so,” looking pointedly at you, as he counts on his fingers, “he’s not a friend, he doesn’t qualify to be your assistant… what is he then?”
you blinked, the question wasn’t anything new. if anything it was a question you started hearing quite frequently, after james potter’s many attempts to woo you. the questions before, however, carried a chaffing tone meant to tease or pull a reaction. but now, with charlie peering curiously at you, and the many weeks you’ve talked with james. the question now carry a different tone.
but still you remain nonchalant, regardless of the warming cheeks and ears. you huffed,
“a pet.”
it was on the same day after one of your classes when you saw him waiting for you. he was still wearing his practice kit and gloves. it looked as if he had rushed over here, with his hair windswept all the more messier than usual. his hazel eyes more alert, brighter—something you find always happens after he plays.
he looked up when he saw the swarm of students leaving the room, eyes immediately meeting yours and the familiar smile that goes with it. his cheeks tinted pink, maybe from the cold wind gushing outside or, dare i say it, seeing you. you ignore the spreading warmth in your stomach, your skin shrinking and your judas heart thudding like a fluttering hummingbird.
the smile he shot your way, was a soft little smile. something you learned he did if he was sorry about something.
“hello, sweets.” he said once close enough. he had reached out then, grabbing your things out of your arms and you giving it to him out of habit. “did you have a good morning?”
your voice seemed to be unresponsive as you just nodded. still raking over his face and figure. like it was your first time seeing him, an urge to reach out. as if you didn’t see him yesterday.
“sorry, i wasn’t there to greet you in the morning.” rubbing the back of his neck. “the team wanted an early practice.”
“oh, i barely noticed.” you lied.
a lie he seems to have caught on himself, if the bashful smile on his face is anything to go by. his cheeks with pretty divots— an urge to dig your thumbs in there greater than ever. no, you think. clenching your hands tight to your sides. fucking charlie with his absurd ideas.
when the last student left the hall, the two of you were left in silence. him staring sparkles at you and you desperately avoiding it.
clearing your throat, you started to walk in the direction of your next class.
“anyway it’s fine, you’re captain now. so more responsibilities is inevitable, i say.”
he slipped your bag into his shoulders and started rearranging your books in his arms. “you know i made captain?”
“you told me, didn’t you?” you frown. you could have sworn he did. it was the day he had drawn hearts all over the margin of your notes, writing both yours and his initials in a heart. the sopping sap.
he stood up straighter, eyes widening in wonder. “you remembered,”
“is that so surprising?” clicking your tongue, slightly offended he thinks you would disregard the things he says. you had manners.
he immediately shook his head, a bright smile took over his face that you had no choice but to look away.
“i’m more surprised you actually have the time to even walk me to class.”
he shakes his head, “i’ll always make time for you!” he exclaimed, slightly bumping your shoulder. “did you think i’d let you go on a day without seeing my face at least once?”
“ah yes, because seeing you is such a gift, no?” you said, you’re voice void of emotions. but he continues undeterred.
“and because i’m so generous, i’ll try to meet you like this tomorrow too.” he beamed, puffing his chest.
a clear image enters your brain. you think of james rushing from the practice grounds to the classrooms in the higher floors. imagine him barely having anytime to rest or even drink water if he were to walk you to your classes and go back to the pitch in time. imagine himself slump against the stone wall in front of the door, steadying his breathing so he wouldn’t look tired or worn, putting on his usual, irritably handsome smile. you imagine him having to rush back, making him even more tired than he has to be. imagine him not performing his best.
the image vivid in your head because he would most likely do just that. and that fact didn’t sit well with you for some reason, “what for? won’t that be an inconvenience to you?”
“it’s not an inconvenience.” he says lightly.
“but isn’t the practice field far from here?” you frowned. it was at two flights of stairs, and a long walk to the covered bridge to the school grounds to the quidditch pitch. it had to be at least a 15 minute walk
his smile slowly started to leave his face as if sensing something wrong. “not that far—” turning to look at you.
you raise an eyebrow, as if scolding, “didn’t you rush over here?”
he shook his head, curls strands flopping over his eyes, “only a little bit—“
“potter, you don’t have rush over here for that.”
“but how can i walk you to your next class if i don’t hurry?”
“that’s what i’m saying,” rolling your eyes, “you don’t have to walk me to class, we can just focus on our own thing for a while—“
now a small frown on his face, “but i want to.”
“and i’m telling you, i don’t need you to. you can focus on your training more rather than rush to walk me in-between classes.” waving off as if it was nothing. you didn’t want him giving up precious break time for something menial like walking you to class.
he stops walking, eyes now filled with frustration. you groan inwardly, plenty sure you won’t be able to reach your class in time. “i just want to spend a little bit of time with you, is that so bad?”
you laugh awkwardly, “this is barely spending time with each other. it’s just a walk to class—”
“so what? you’re saying no to walking with me now?”
you groan out a laugh, pushing your hair out of your face. the idea of it creating an unpleasant twist in your stomach. “that’s not what i’m saying,” softly rubbing your temples, already feeling the migraine forming over the escalating topic.
“then what?”
“spending a little time apart is better, i don’t need you doing all of this for me. carrying my stuff and walking me to class, or waiting for me in the morning. i don’t need any of it. so apologizing or trying to make up for it is unnecessary.”
he laughs in disbelief, “unnecessary?” he parrots, “why can’t you just let me do things for you? why do you always have to fight with me about everything?”
“i don’t want you to!” you exclaimed.
he is being difficult. you were just saying this for his sake. he was the one who said he needed to practice more and now that you tell him to focus on that, he goes off on you.
“i know, but i want to do these things for you because i like you! this is what people do when they like somebody, y/n. they do stuff for them without being asked to.”
rolling your eyes, just ready to end the conversation as you spew the things in your brain mindlessly. “oh seven hells! you don’t like me! you just think you do!”
he took a step forward eyes blazing in irritation, “and you just know that for sure, yeah?”
“yes, potter. i know this for sure.”
he scoffs out a disbelieving laugh, “why is it so hard for you to take my feelings seriously?”
you took a step back, not expecting his question. “what?”
“did someone hurt you before?”
“no-“
“lie to you? trick you?”
”no, what—?”
“then i don’t understand,” staring at you, eyebrows scrunched and hazel eyes blazed with sadness. “is there something wrong with me—?”
you were about to reach out to him, apologize. or clarify. or anything just to make him stop looking like that.
“why can’t the person i’m interested in, like me back?”
you stop, an ugly green emotion engulfing your chest. of course, you thought. your next class be damned. as you face contorts into a sneer as you spat out the words,
“so that’s what this is about?” you scoff, “years of rejection from evans, you turn to the easiest target you can get, so you can feel good about yourself?”
anger taking over his face, “what—?”
“just admit it, you’re pursuing me because you’re frustrated she didn’t reciprocate your feelings.”
“—you think i see you as someone easy? you think i would actually do that to you?”
you straightened your posture, “you can’t be mad at me for simply laying down the facts.” completely disregarding the fact you’ve implied you’d be a willing participant to his wooing if he weren’t so fickle.
adjusting the strap of your bag on his shoulder, mumbling, “i can’t believe this.” and now in a louder voice. “and what are your facts, then?”
“you claimed to love evans, fact.” he scoffs, but you continue. “she rejects you, fact. you start to realize there are other girls in our year and then you see little ole me, fact. you start to build unto this idea of starting something with me because for whatever reason your brain seems to think it’s a good idea, fact.”
shaking his head, “even if that were all true, i like you now.”
“and how long until that changes too?” you counter, looking straight at him. angry tears building in your eyes.
“what? it’s not going to change. ” he stepped forward, and you step back.
“you have been nothing in life but be inconsistent.”
his face twists into a frown. “that’s not true,”
“oh really?” you nodded, your voice getting louder in the quiet halls, “you were the best student during our first year but then you stopped trying. you were on your way to becoming a prefect until you decided you didn’t want to anymore. you were going to turn down becoming captain if it weren’t for black threatening to quit unless you accepted. i mean, really james potter,”
a bitter laugh came tumbling out of your mouth, “you’ve been in love with this girl ever since you were eleven, and now you aren’t.” you breathed, “how will i know you won’t stop liking me too?”
looking into his eyes, waiting for an answer that doesn’t come, you grabbed your bag and books from him and walked away.
“that’s what i thought.”
you didn’t see james after that. not in the morning after and not in-between classes. you thought it was because of quidditch practice again. but when the week ended and still no sign of him, you felt something heavy drop in your chest.
you labelled it as guilt (though charlie have insisted it to be something else—something else he refuses to tell).
guilty you raised your voice and basically criticized him for doing something nice for you. started overthinking you might’ve struck a nerve you shouldn’t’ve, considering you weren’t really friends to begin with. charlie did always say you were a bit loose with your choice of your words. you were the type to offend somebody even without meaning to, he says.
now, it has been days since you last spoke to james and things hasn’t felt right since.
your tote bag keeps slipping off of your shoulder. your books seems heavier now and harder to hold. now, the eggs served at breakfast were never scrambled— always a shitty sunny side up. you can’t concentrate in class. you keep looking for a tall head of curly hair, everywhere you go and you keep feeling the inevitable disappointment when it isn’t the person you were looking for.
it was getting harder and harder keeping your usual composed demeanor. and if charlie noticed anything different with you, he didn’t say anything. until now that is,
“okay this whole thing is getting pathetic.” he sighed. plopping down next to you in the ravenclaw common room.
you look at him, frown seemingly placed permanently on your face nowadays. “i’m sorry?”
he nodded, “yeah, you should be sorry. because you let a good bloke like potter go.” you sat up, “and all because of your refusal to accept that he might actually like you.”
you roll your eyes grumbling, “you don’t know anything,”
“i know you like him,” he huffs, “and for some reason you refuse to admit it.”
you took a deep breath, the glare you had on, softening as you look away.
you didn’t bother correcting him because, well, he was right. you had been dancing around your feelings for so long, you were sure the mask of indifference had already slipped off without your knowledge. you slumped, a whispered sigh as you muttered, “why would i even bother? i know he’ll change his mind.”
charlie had looked taken aback, clearly he expected more fight from you. you huff, you weren’t so emotionally inept that you would continue to deny it any longer. considering how long you’ve been denying yourself of the truth. maybe just a smidge of denial still, but seeing how that rather blown up in your face, it was time to face the music.
and after a while he said, “did he tell you that?”
fiddling with your hands, you say scoffing, “did he tell me he’ll eventually leave me? no,”
“are you clairvoyant then?”
you huff a short laugh, “you know, i think that’s rubbish.”
he offered a smile, “then how do you know he’ll change his mind?”
you sigh, shrugging your shoulders, “i don’t know,”
“and you’ll never know unless you get up and tell him you like him.”
“but what if he changes his mind?” looking at your friend properly now, “what if he suddenly decides he doesn’t like me anymore. hell, he probably doesn’t anymore.”
he shook his head, “he hasn’t. he won’t.”
“but what if?” you whine.
rolling his eyes, “on the off chance that he does, then at least you can say you tried. that for a short while you were happy.“ patting your back, “and isn’t that better?”
you scoff, looking away. “no, that’s definitely worse.”
it was a two days after you and charlie had a talk. and it was during these two days that you and your friends discussed ways on how to make up with james.
you’d think a group of ravenclaws could come up with clever ways to solve your problems. but when one of your friends suggested painting a mural for their honour, and another telling you to pretend like you passed out in front of him—made you realize your friends were as hopeless as you are.
but it turns out, you didn’t really have to.
you were on your way to the ravenclaw tower, when it happened.
you saw james walking towards you. strides large and with purpose. you can practically see his eyes blaze with determination.
you were never big on confrontation, especially when you’re the one being confronted. so you did what anyone would have done, turn and speed walk the other way.
you were about to turn the corner of the hall, out of his sight when you hear him call out to you.
“y/n please,”
you stop, the desperation in his voice echoing in the halls. you hear his footsteps behind, speeding its pace. before slowly turning around to face him.
“james i-“
he shook his head, breathless as he says, “you know i’m a bit cross with you.”
you nod, “yes. you should be, i-“
“you didn’t let me respond to you that day.”
“what?”
his lips pursed, “when you asked me, if i’ll stop liking you.”
you shook your head, embarrassed. “no, you don’t have to-“
“i don’t know if i’ll stop. all i know is, i like you y/n. and i’m not going to say it’s always been you because i did like her.” he looked at you, eyes clear and sure as ever,
“i liked her when i didn’t even know what liking someone meant. and when i did, i realized it wasn’t the like i thought i had for her. i admired her, sure, but what i felt for her is not even comparable to what i feel for you now. you make me want to become a better man. you make me want to make something of myself. you keep me grounded but you also make me feel like i could fly. you’re the most amazing person, i know and it’s frustrating to think you don’t see yourself the same way i see you.
“and i know you like me too, you can try and pretend all you want but i can tell. because you always listen to me even when you pretend not to. you always have a small smile on your face whenever i come see you in the morning. and then you act as if you don’t care. you always refuse my gifts at first but i know all the things i’ve given you is still in your room. i know you turned the first bouquet into bookmarks. you like me as much as i like you and i know part of the reason why you won’t acknowledge it is because you’re scared. and i can’t exactly blame you because of that. but i’m willing to prove to you that you have nothing to be afraid of. i’ll study harder in school, i’ll take up more responsibility, i’ll prove to you, i can see things through. if you could just give me a chance because you make me want to try, dammit.”
he took a couple of steps forward until he was right in front of you. reaching for your hand and softly engulfing yours with his. never realizing how big it is compared to yours. when you didn’t pull away, he looked at you in the eyes, adjusting his grip so it was intertwined and softly breathing out the words,
“every time i look at you, i feel like my heart is about to jump out of my damned chest. i like you, y/n. i like so much i already wrote to my parents about you.“
he looked at you so softly then, eyes wide in hope.
what do you say to that? james potter the most charming boy in school, your crush ever since you were a first year, likes you. you bit your lip, fighting the growing smile on your face and failing as you utter back,
“all good things i hope.”
he gives a dimpled grin back, “the best, truthful things.”
you cleared your throat, “well, james potter,” tightening your grip on his hand, your meeting that meeting hazel.
“i like you, and i hope you like me back.” you whisper, ignoring the hummingbird in your chest, the alarms in your heads and the tightening skin.
he bit his lip and pulled you flush against him. arms now wrapped around your waist. “no,” he breathed out a laugh, grabbing your cheek before leaning in and slotting his lips with yours into a giddy kiss.
your thumbs slipping into the pretty divots in his cheeks, as soft and smooth as you’ve always imagined them to be.
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Congrats on 1k love!!! Im so happy for you, you deserve all the love 🩶
Could i request a ravenclaw!reader who's a little volatile (i suppose like dark acadameia) that the slytherins have kind of adopted (because shes volatile not violent and they think its cute). But shes been in a relationship with Remus on the down low and they realise at a halloween party?
I imagine Remus as an angel while reader is a devil and the slytherins were already concerned by the costume but then they notice you and Remus and just loose their marbles. Barty's having a meltdown, evans im shock and Sirius is cackling because Regulus is trying to stand tall but Remus is so much bigger than him its just impossible.
Anyway, tysm for your wonderful self and feel free to twist this however fits you, love!!
Hi lovely, thank you so much! I'm assuming you meant this to be for the Fade Into You part of the celebration since it's a specific reader, and also I don't know the Slytherin boys very well so I feel like my characterization could be wayyyyy off but I hope this is alright!
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Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!reader ♡ 930 words
You’re dancing with your friends when your drink is plucked suddenly from your hand.
“Hey!” You spin around to find the thief, and then your tone changes completely. “Hey, Remus, you came!” You crash into him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Remus hugs you back the best he’s able, a drink in each hand. “And you wore your costume!” You grin as you pull away, resting a hand on either side of his face to admire how soft and sweet he looks in seraphim white. “Is that glitter on your cheeks?”
Said cheeks grow warm under your hands. “That’s Sirius’ touch.”
“You look very pretty.” He grins, and you stand on tiptoe to whisper sweetly in his ear, “Now give me back my drink, pretty boy.”
Remus’ smile doesn’t waver, but he becomes a tad more serious about the eyes. “How many have you had?”
“Oh, don’t be such a drag, Lupin,” Barty pipes up, coming up behind you to sling an arm around your shoulder. “She’s fine, and not that it’s any business of yours, but we won’t let anything happen to her.”
“She just seems like maybe she’s had enough,” Remus replies, and his tone is far from unkind, but there’s an edge of admonishment to it that has Barty bristling noticeably. He turns back to you, voice softening. “What do you say, lovely, want to go sit down for a little while?”
You look at Barty, who raises an eyebrow at you. Behind him, Reggie stands with his arms crossed, looking bored with the whole thing.
“I won’t be gone long,” you say in apology, and Barty scoffs disgustedly, but releases you.
“Fine, go play with your costume buddy,” he says. “We’ll be here when you get sick of him.”
You take Remus’ hand in one of yours, flipping Barty off with the other.
“Are we really going to sit down?” you whisper hopefully, and Remus chuckles.
“Yeah, we are. Sorry, sweetheart, but you’re not exactly walking in a straight line right now.”
You grin, tugging at his hand playfully. “That’s just ‘cause I’m a rebel. The boys would never let me hang out with them if I walked the straight and narrow.”
“That so?” Remus hums, pulling you down onto a couch beside him. “Have I mentioned how nice you look yet? You really do.”
“I’m not supposed to look nice.” You roll your eyes, shuffling closer to him. “I’m a devil, Rem. I’m supposed to look hot and salacious.”
Remus graces you with a smile, brushing a piece of hair from in front of your eye. “You do look hot, but you look nice too. I don’t think you can help that one, dovey.”
“Yeah?” You bat your eyelashes, moving into his lap. Remus’ eyebrow quirks up slightly, cheeks glittering with the movement, but he doesn’t stop you. “Is it just that I radiate sweetness?” You kiss his jaw. “And patience?” Remus’ cheek is faintly pink where you press your lips. “Innocence, certainly,” you tease, breath hot on his ear, “but what else?”
“Dove,” he whispers, “I think your friends are watching.”
“Hm?” You look up, and sure enough, Regulus, Barty, and Evan are standing just a few feet away by the punch bowl, expressions ranging from bewilderment to abject horror. “Oh. Oops.”
“I—I can’t,” Barty sputters. “I can’t be seeing this. Are you plastered? Get off him.”
You don’t, but Remus does it for you, standing and setting you on your feet as Regulus stalks forward. He stops with his arms crossed in front of the two of you.
“Is this who you’ve been ditching us for lately?” he asks you.
You start to reply, but Barty talks over you. “No.” He shakes his head. “No, there’s no way. There’s no way.”
Others have started migrating toward you to watch the show, among them Remus’ friends. Normally you wouldn't care, but Remus is beginning to squirm, so you try to calm things down for his benefit.
“You guys are overreacting,” you say, as peaceably as you’re capable of. “As if it really matters what house my boyfriend is in.”
“Boyfriend?” Barty despairs, and you should have known better than to think anything could quell his dramatics once they’ve begun. “God, as if the costumes weren’t bad enough, you have to throw lovey-dovey terms like boyfriend around.”
A peal of laughter sounds from somewhere nearby, and you look around to find Sirius, eyes already wet with mirth as he watches his younger brother. “Reggie,” he manages between giggles, “are you trying to look taller than him?”
Reg raises an unimpressed brow, and anyone who didn’t know him well might not notice the flicker of embarrassment in his gaze. “Don’t be stupid,” he says, but his posture is better than you’ve ever seen it, his neck elongated in an attempt to look Remus in the eyes without having to tilt his head.
“Reg.” Sirius swipes under his eyes. “You may be taller than me, but you’re never gonna get all the way up there.” “Alright,” you say decisively, taking Remus’ hand and proceeding to push past Regulus’ stiff form. You shoot Evan a half-apologetic look as you go by, still standing frozen like he’s been stupefied, and Barty follows your movement with eyes blown wide. “Just for that, we’re going back to you guys’ dorm, Black. And we’re going to fuck, loudly, all night.” You shoot your most winning smile in his direction, even as Remus’ face takes on a fiery hue beneath the white glitter. “I wouldn’t recommend coming home. Goodnight!”
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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader
Word count: 1452
Warnings: Being slipped Veritaserum
Y/N: Your Name
Y/L/N: Your Last Name
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*Draco’s POV*
She was sitting at the Ravenclaw table laughing at something Michael Corner said. He was smiling at her and I rolled my eyes. He doesn’t deserve to even talk to her, she should be right at my side. He shouldn’t even be able to look at her. I glared at him and she playfully smacked his arm. I grumbled as I took a sip of my pumpkin juice.
“What’s with the scowl?” Blaise asked as he took a seat across from me.
“He’s mad that Y/L/N is giving Corner attention.” Pansy said with a smirk.
“No I’m not!” I hissed.
“Have you ever even talked to her?” Blaise asked.
“Nope.” Goyle answered while stuffing a muffin in his mouth.
“Not a word.” Crabbe shook his head.
“Shut it!” I growled, slamming my goblet on the table. A few people looked our way and I noticed Y/N was one of them. I quickly looked away from her and started eating.
“You’ve got it bad, mate.” Blaise said with a smirk.
“Oh he’s head over heals for that girl.” Pansy said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes at them.
“I am not.” I said with a glare.
“When are you gonna stop lying? It’s so obvious that you’re in love with her.” Pansy said and I shook my head.
“I’m not in love with her.” I mumbled.
“You should talk to her.” Blaise said.
“And say what?” I asked.
“She’s a Ravenclaw, ask her what her favorite book is.” Pansy shrugged.
“That’s actually not a bad idea.” Blaise said and Pansy rolled her eyes.
“I always have good ideas.” She said, flipping her hair.
“Sure you do…” Blaise said and Pansy kicked him under the table. Blaise just rolled his eyes at her.
“We’ve got potions with her, maybe you could partner up with her.” He suggested. I looked over at Y/N and she was not talking to Cho. I smiled slightly and didn’t notice Pansy and Blaise smirk at each other.
When it was time for potions Pansy rushed over to Y/N, who was sitting in her seat next to Cho. I looked at her with wide eyes and Blaise smirked at me.
“What’s she doing?” I asked and Blaise shrugged, but still smirked at me.
“Y/L/N!” Pansy said and Y/N looked at her confused.
“Yes?” She asked.
“Do you think you can partner with Draco today? He needs a little help with potions and you’re amazing at potions.” She said with a smile and I looked at her with wide eyes. Y/N looked over at me and I looked away, but felt my ears turn pink.
“Do you mind, Cho?” She asked and Cho shook her head. I watched Pansy pull Y/N over to us and push her into the seat next to me.
“Hi, Draco.” Y/N said with a smile and I looked over at Pansy.
“I hope you all are ready for today’s lesson.” Snap said as he walked into the classroom. He looked around the room and raised a brow when he saw Y/N sitting at our table. He didn’t say anything and just moved on to tell us about the potion we’d be working on today.
“I’ll get the ingredients and you get the supplies?” Y/N asked me and I nodded.
*3rd Person POV*
Draco and Y/N worked together great. The two of them were equally learning and laughing, which was just what Draco’s friends wanted. Their plan was working perfectly and it only got easier when they aced the potion.
“You should eat lunch with us, Y/L/N.” Pansy said. Y/N smiled and nodded.
“Sure, I’d love to.” She said and Draco glanced at Pansy.
“Great! We’ll save you a seat.” Pansy smiled. Y/N waved goodbye to the group of Slytherins and Draco stared at her longingly.
“Did you get the potion?” Pansy whispered to Blaise while Draco was distracted. The boy nodded and held up a small vile of clear liquid. Pansy smirked and looked over at Draco.
“This is going to be perfect!” She whispered.
*Draco’s POV*
I was waiting for lunch to come around. I couldn’t believe Y/N had agreed to sit with us. I knew Pansy would have her sit next to me, but I didn’t mind. After sitting with her in Potions and talking to her, I didn’t want to stop. So when lunch finally came I watched the door closely for Y/N.
“Draco, maybe you should drink some pumpkin juice until Y/N comes.” Pansy suggested. I looked at her confused but shrugged. I took a few sips and saw Y/N walking towards us. I smiled at her and she returned it with her perfect and bright smile. I swear it made the room brighter.
“Hello everyone.” She said as she sat down. We all greeted her and started eating. Y/N fit in with our group easily and I was so happy to finally spend some time with her.
“Draco, doesn’t Y/N look so cute today?” Pansy asked with a slight smirk.
“She looks cute everyday.” I answered and my eyes widened. Her cheeks turned pink and I looked over at my friends, who were smirking.
“T-Thank you, Draco.” Y/N stuttered with a shy smile.
“What did you do?” I asked Pansy and she shrugged with a smile.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She clearly lied.
“How do you feel about Y/N, mate?” Blaise asked and Y/N looked at the two with wide eyes. I tried to keep my feelings to myself, but I couldn’t seem to keep my mouth shut.
“I bloody love her, obviously.” I answered and turned bright red. Y/N also turned bright red and looked over at Pansy and Blaise, who looked quite pleased with themselves.
“Did you two give him something?” Y/N asked, still blushing.
“We may have slipped him some Veritaserum, but only because we were sick of him denying his feelings for you and staring at you like a lovesick puppy.” Pansy answered and I blushed deeper.
“That’s not very nice, come on, Draco.” Y/N said with a slight glare at the pair and pulled me out of my seat.
“Where are we going?” I asked as she pulled me out of the Great Hall.
“To see if Professor Snape has any of the antidote.” She answered. She dragged me all the way to the Potions classroom and knocked on the door.
“Come in.” Snape’s monotone voice came muffled through the door. We walked through and Snape glanced at us.
“What is it?” He asked, annoyed.
“Sorry to bother you Professor, but it seems Draco’s friends slipped him some Veritaserum and we were wondering if you had the antidote.” Y/N explained.
“Who slipped you the potion, Mister Malfoy?” He asked.
“Pansy and Blaise, sir.” I answered and he sneered. He got up and ruffled through his closet before returning with blue bottle. He poured some in a cup and handed it to me.
“Drink this.” He said and I gladly gulped down the liquid.
“Now get out.” He said and we nodded.
“Thank you Professor.” Y/N said.
“You can inform your friends that they’ve just lost their house thirty point and earned themselves a months detention.” Snape said before we left the classroom. Once we were in the hallway Y/N pulled me down an empty hall and looked at me while biting her lip.
“I know you didn’t want to admit that to me like that and it wasn’t right what they did, but I’d like to tell you that I’ve always had a bit of a crush on you as well.” She said looking down at her feel shyly. I started at her for a moment, but quickly recovered from the shock. I gently lifted her face to look at me and her cheeks with dusted with pink.
“You’re not just saying that, right?” I asked and she quickly shook her head.
“Well then, on the next trip to Hogsmeade would you like to join me on a date?” I asked and she smiled her amazing smile.
“I’d love to.” She said and gave me a hug, which shocked me a little. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held her closely. She pulled back and left her arms around my neck and mine were still on her waist. I glanced at her lips and she blushed.
“Save it until after out first date.” She said and I chuckled.
“Whatever you want, love.” I said and she blushed at the nickname. Thank you Pansy and Blaise…
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Dragon Breath.
ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.
Or
ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ’ꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ.
Harry James Potter x OC
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𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚢, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛!
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗?"
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Marauders Alive. Wolfstar. LGBTQ content. Year 3 -- After Hogwarts.
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"How is my second favourite Potter doing?" Fred Weasley called, sliding next to Harry on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room with a familiar look on his face that told Harry too much and too little.
George took the seat on Harry's other side, sporting the same grin and twinkling eyes as his twin. "Not knocking out anyone today, have you?"
"The day's still young, there's still plenty of time," Fred added to his brother's question.
Harry turns his gaze away from the game of exploding Snap game he was playing with Ron, his emerald eyes softly narrowing with suspicion and hesitant mistrust. He has seen that look enough times to know it's usually followed by trouble.
"Sod off, the both of you," Ron scowls at his brothers who didn't pay him any mind, instead they both were grinning at Harry.
"What do you want?" Harry deadpanned. If his suspicions are right then they were probably after his father's map.
George turns towards his twin, inquiring. "Do we want anything, Fred?"
"Other than give our second favourite Potter a heads up? Nothing George," Fred answered his brother, turning his gaze towards Harry whose frowns deepened.
"What are you on about?" Ron asks, looking between his brothers, mirroring Harry's suspicious frown.
The twins shared yet another waggish look much to Harry's and Ron's concern.
With a hint of exasperation, Harry looks between the red-headed twins and asks. "What is it?"
"Did you know your lovely lady has a fan club?"
"And it not just you?"
Harry blinks, confused. "What?"
"Emerson," Fred clarifies as if Harry didn't know already who they were speaking of. "She has suitors lining up to her."
Well, that was to expect, isn't it? Harry thought. Love Emerson is walking art, only to be gazed upon, to be admired and loved.
Before he could say anything, George continued adding to his brother's statement. "And we happen to know she has been asked out to Hogsmeade and she said yes."
Harry blinks again. The information processed through his mind, slowly but surely. 'Someone is taking her on a date to Hogsmeade? And it's not me?' He felt his stomach twisting and turning restlessly. He feels off. His chest is painfully tight. Harry has half the mind to get up and demand Madam Pomfrey figure out what is wrong with him because he feels like he's about to have a right fit. This new bomb of information the twins dropped was settling an awful sickening feeling on his bowls that was transitioning to his chest and then his throat, something was climbing out.
At the tight lip, crimson cheeks, and stoic face of his friend, Ron hesitantly asks. "How do you know this?"
George shrugged, turning to his youngest brother. "We heard Ernie Mcmillan boast about it with his friends earlier today."
"Mcmillan?" Harry scoffs, finding his voice whilst jolting from his seat as if the red soft fabric of the sofa was burning his buttocks. "She's going on a date with sodding Ernie Mcmillan?"
"Apparently so, we heard him say that she was delighted to accept, that she practically jump at the chance to go on a date with him," Fred told him twisting imaginary long hair with a dreamy look on his face, a bit theatrical in Harry's opinion. Truly, he's just repulsed at the thought of her getting swooned by Mcmillan.
Harry snits, his eyebrows scrunching together vexingly. He doubts that's the case because, for one, he has never seen Love and Mcmillan together or interact in any form, not ever. Second, the idea of Love jumping at the opportunity to date Mcmillan is laughable, Mcmillan, the same Hufflepuff boy who was spreading rumours about Harry last year, boasting as if he was such a catch, please, Love is way out of the Hufflepuff's league, she was way out of everyone league, even his. The idea of Love ever wanting to go on a date with people such as Ernie Mcmillan was simply rubbish.
"How do we know that's true?" Ron asks, voicing a quarter of Harry's thoughts for his head is somewhere else.
Fred shrugged, relaxing down on the sofa, letting his feet take the place Harry was sitting moments ago, "He sounded too excited for it not to be real, he said he is planning on taking her to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop."
"A tea shop?" Scoffs Ron as if it was a comical idea to visit a tea shop in Hogsmeade.
"Not just any tea shop, ickle Ronnikins," George sat down next to his twin, he had a small grin. His eyes slither from his younger brother to Harry, "Puddifoot's Tea Shop is a place where couples usually go to where they serve you tea with cute little cakes to share with your partner. Quite a romantic atmosphere for a first day, that is."
"I need to go," Harry mumbled to Ron after feeling his insides twisting once again. Once there he opened his trunk and pulled out the famous Marauders Map, hardly listening to Seamus and Dean's greetings, the two other boys he share a dormitory with. He grabbed the map and sat on his bed, closing the blinds for privacy.
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Harry whispers, tapping his wand on the parchment.
Soon, the blank pages began to reveal themselves as what they really were. Harry swiftly opened it and began his search for the one girl he typically looks for when using the Map,-- not that he did it often, not at all if anything he hardly uses the map that's why he let Fred and George borrow it but... and sure when he does use it he may try to spot her on it but just out of curiosity, this time, however, he needed to find her because he needed to speak to her about Ernie, give his knowingly unasked opinion about him and how she is way too good for the likes of him– it took Harry a few seconds but he found her, she was in her common room, the feet next to hers where Padma Patil and Emmanuel Salazar.
Perfect.
Harry went to move out of his bed but stopped dead in his tracks, reality snapping into place, and all the memories coming back like a slap to the face. How is he supposed to do that? How is he supposed to go to the Ravenclaw tower, call her and say all those things when he hasn't even apologised for knocking her out? What would she think of him if he did? What does she think about him now?
Harry sighed, slumping on back his bed, the feeling in his chest was still very much present. He looks back at the map, watching her feet move from the common room to the dormitories, thinking back to the way she smiled at him moments before the catastrophe... Merlin knew those were about one of the best moments in his young life but regardless of what he felt, of what he knows about Love, he is not entitled to dictate who she can go out with, no matter how much it bothers him not to mention that If he did think to do something like that, his mother, who since little had thought him to respect women, would be beyond disappointed with him, his life is too difficult right now to add maternal disappointment to the list.
Harry placed his arm over his eyes when his mind forced him to relieve that mortifying moment yet again and grumbled to himself in defeat and resignation when suddenly, he heard Dean exclaim in disdain.
"Bloody hell, Seamus, when was the last time you brush your teeth, mate?"
His voice sounded nasal, not his usual tone but rather as if he was plugging his nose.
"Oh, me Mam send me some dragon tartare, her speciality, quite good but leaves you reeking for hours, they do," Seamus told Dean, and after a moment he asked. "Want one?"
"Not particularly feeling like eating one, no,"
"If you change your mind, I'll leave them on my trunk"
"Won't they go bad?"
"Only after two months or so, dragon meat doesn't rot quickly,"
His mother may have thought him not to disrespect women but his father also thought him a few things too one of which was always to speak your mind, perhaps he doesn't need to say anything to Love to get her to understand Ernie Mcmillan isn't right for her in any type of way, he could simply show her...
"Hey, Seamus," Harry opened his curtains making the two boys snap their heads his way, "You reckon I can have one?"
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"I still can't believe you chose sodding Mcmillan over us," Emmanuel huffs lowly under his breath, but due to Love's closeness she still heard him clear as a summer day, and even if she hadn't, Love already has an idea what he could have been mumbling about.
"Well, believe it, she ditches us for a man," Padma made a noise from the back of her throat, making a few fellows Ravenclaws send her a weird look, "A man, of all things,"
Let's just say her friends didn't enjoy her sudden change of plans and they made it known, even now, as they walk to the entrance to meet the rest of the third years to go to Hogsmeade.
Love purses her lips, sending her a pleading look, she didn't enjoy making her friends feel pushed aside like that, "Don't be like that, I promise we can go back to Hogsmeade tomorrow and hang out."
"You see Love, I don't know if I should believe you, because you also promise to go with us today but here we are..." Padma sends her a soft glare, crossing her arms a bit too dramatically.
"Padma–" Love groans but was cut off by Emma.
"Not to mention we had plans, to meet places and shops and sodding hunted shacks but if we go tomorrow it won't be the same," The boy huffs, his eyes refusing on meeting Love's, he kept his glare straight ahead.
"I said it once and I'll say it again. The disrespect is outstanding." Padma pronounces every single syllable of that word.
"I'm sorry, okay," Love huffs exasperatedly, halting on her steps. She looked between Padma and Emma with a frown as they force to stop as well, Emanuel's glare was still not meeting her eyes whilst Padma had a very narrow eye look directed towards her. "I am sorry, it was not on my plans to get asked out but it happened and I– I can't change that now, not when we are literally about to arrive at the entrance,"
She sighs, Love felt guilty, she hated breaking promises like that and letting her friends down but what's done it's done and the guilt mixed with the ever-growing anxiety she was feeling at the moment was making her feel physically sick but, despite it all, despite how she at first dreaded the thought... "This is my first date, and I wish to enjoy it," she looked between them again, "And I also wish my friends felt a little excited for me, even if it is not the most ideal time,"
There was a moment of silence, and people continue to walk around them, some throwing odd looks, others not even glancing at them, Love would have felt a bit embarrassed had she cared for their opinion more than solving her current problem with her friends but she didn't. She waited as the seconds of dire silence draw out until Padma sighed and step towards Love, she sends her a small guilty smile vanishing a bit of the tension that was drowning Love.
"I do feel a little hurt but I was just being a bit dramatic, I'm sorry,"
Love smiled back at her as Padma threw an arm around her shoulders giving her a comforting squeeze and before she could say anything back to her best friend, Emmanuel grabbed her attention.
"You are right," He pursed his lips, and crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at his dirty black Converse. "It is definitely not an ideal time to go on a date."
"Emma," Padma hissed, slapping his arm.
He rolled his eyes and then his brown eyes finally gaze up to meet hers, "But I guess, once your date is over, we can go back tomorrow, after all, it's not the place but the company that makes things better, right?"
Love's smile widen as she jumped forward and enveloped him in a tight hug. "I knew you could forgive me," She smack a kiss on his cheek.
Emmanuel groaned but Love could hear a few low chuckles as he weakly tried to get her off of him. "Barely, so don't let it happen again, now get off me, you sod."
When she finally did, Padma intertwined her arms with Emma and then Love, before continuing their walk to the entrance.
"And I can't wait for the insight after the date, because you have to tell us everything and I mean every single detail, Love," Padma said, squeezing her arm a bit.
Emmanuel made a disgusted face, "I mean you can omit a few details if you know what I mean,"
"Absolutely not, those are the most important ones,"
"No, they are not,"
Padma sighs tiredly, shaking her head. "Emma, just because you have no understanding of romance doesn't mean I ought to be deprived of them,"
"You are not the one going on a date, Padma," Emma's unamused stare turns into faux confusion when he turns to his friend, "You know that right?"
"Even better, mama loves some hot gossip," she wiggles her shoulders.
Love chuckled, she felt a gorilla-like weight being lifted from her shoulders as her friends continue to banter, but no matter how relief she is that everything is back to normal with her friends, a new heavy weight settled in like it was just waiting for the moment to pound on her. The guilt was gone but the anxiety not only took its place, it doubled down. And love could recognise it, it was the anxiety she had been ignoring for the past few days. It came back to be acknowledged and she has no choice but to listen.
Oh, god!! This was her first date. Love feels her stomach twist in itself.
She heard it before she saw it, the entrance hall was erupting with students from every house, most of them being third years, they were chatting among themselves, they were loud and raucous. The excitement of the students could be palpable as she, Emmanuel and Padma walk down the marble stairs, ignoring Filch, the caretaker, who was standing inside the front doors, peered with obnoxious suspicion into their faces before checking off their names against a long list. How did he know who they were was a mystery to her but he did.
Love gulped as she stared at the many faces, she bit her lower lip, unconsciously tightening her hold on Padma's arm.
"Hey, Love,"
She turns to her friend. Padma was grinning down at her, she let go of Emma and turn to face Love fully, she grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little, her bangles clanging, "Shake off that nervousness, you're just wasting mental energy because there's nothing to be nervous about, okay?"
Love lets out a breath, her eyes meeting Padma's calm brown making her relax even just a little but certainly not enough to actually make her chest feel less tight.
"You are freaking Love Aurelia Emerson, get that through your thick skull, there's nothing to worry about,"
"I know..."
"No, you don't,"
"Yes, I do,"
Padma pointed one finger at her head, right in front of her eyes. "You have that look on your face, doesn't she Emma?"
"She does," Emma answered, who had been watching with knowing eyes, before turning to face her, "You do,"
"What look?" Love grabs Padma's finger moving it away as she looks between them.
"That face that you make before starting to catastrophize,"
Love scoffs, forcing a frown on her brows, "I do not catastrophize,"
"You do," Padma and Emmanuel answer in unison.
It seems that the only time they get along is either with Quidditch or when mugging her off. Love shakes her head."Unbelievable,"
"Love," A familiar yet unfamiliar voice called. "There you are,"
All that anxiety she had forgotten when talking to her friends return like a wave to the shore. Love turn from Padma and Emmanuel to face Ernie, he looked nice, his blonde hair combed back, Love thought he was rather cute in his brown trousers and canary yellow vest over his white shirt, he has a nice smile but it was a bit too tense, Love notice, and immediately, she couldn't help but to think back at all her choices before that moment.
"Ernie, hi," Love tried her best for her smile to come out as naturally as possible. "You look very nice,"
Ernie looked down at his clothes. "Ah, thank you, I wasn't sure about the shoes but they are rather comfortable, and I heard we are going to have to do a wee bit of walking,"
"They are nice," Love glances down at the brown shoes. She didn't voice it but his shoes reminded her of the shoes her abuelito wear to church every Sunday.
There was a moment of awkward silence. Love wasn't one of those people to expect compliments from people but she had to say she was very disappointed when instead of nice words about her outfit that she had spent hours working on, cursing Hogwarts for not having phones and keeping her from calling her sister for help, making a mess out of her room, came;
"Ah, and I believe you know Justin Finch-Fletchley," He looked to his side where the other Hufflepuff boy was uncomfortably standing, Love hadn't noticed him until now.
"Not personally but I heard of him," Love smile at the boy who smile back, and he pushed his hand out for her to shake.
Justin nodded in acknowledgement. "As I have heard of you,"
"Good things, I hope." Love chuckles playfully, using that same line she had heard people use in films.
"Well, my father works for your mum's company," Justin told her, making Love look at him in surprise. "He has worked there for years, almost twenty years, I believe,"
"Oh, he must be a great employee if he's been there that long," Love said with a pleasant smile, not knowing what else to say to Justin's sudden information. She glance at Ernie and he had a confused frown on his face, and instead of explaining she turn to her friends who had been watching it all in silence. She caught both of their eyes, there was a look they all shared. 'This is awkward' "And these are my friends,"
"Padma Patil," Padma stick her hand out with a flirty grin. Both boys shook it, Justin turning a bit pink when she winks at him when he let go of her hand before pushing Emma a bit forward, "And this is Emmanuel Salazar,"
Emma gave them a tight smile before returning his face to neutral.
"Salazar you say?" Ernie shared a look with Justin, though, Love couldn't unravel the meaning behind it.
"You couldn't possibly–"
Emmanuel huffs hotly, "No, no relations."
"Right, it's just that–"
"Alright, everyone, be silence," McGonagall's voice echoes through the hall, making everyone cease their chattering. "Now remember, these visits to Hogsmeade village are a privilege, should your behaviour reflects poorly on the school in any way that privilege shall not be extended again."
The old professor glances down at them from the top of the marble stairs, her intense gaze seemed to be scrutinising every single one of them as if to spot the ones who were most definitely going to cause trouble.
"Oh, come on, come on, let's go already," Padma impatiently groaned only for the one near her to listen.
"The carriages will be available all day until five, if you arrive after that you shall get detention. Shall you need any assistance, look for your house prefects or head boy and head girl, they are instructed to assist you with whatever you need throughout the day. Now without further delaying, let us enjoy the day,"
"Finally,"
There was a buzz emanating from everyone as the words left McGonagall's mouth and they all made their way to the awaiting carriages, the same old carriages they use when travelling to the station to the school.
"Eager for another running with a dementor, Potter?" Draco's mocking voice made her unwillingly snap her head to the side. There he was, cackling with Crabbe and Goyle as the two massive boys pretended to pass out for Draco's amusement, the only other third-year Slytherin laughing was Pansy Parkinson, the others were more preoccupied with finding a carriage.
Love couldn't help but purse her lips to keep her displeasure for him buried deep in her mind.
The thing about Draco Malfoy was that he's just like a snake, meaning that when feeling threatened he's bound to attack. He attacks and then he thinks of the consequences once the venom has spread upon its victim. Draco has lived a life where most people in it had to agree with him, but also be agreeable to be accepted in his society. To be admired by those around him and never look down upon like those other 'traitors' as he was thought to call them. He was surrounded by people who positively live by that day by day like his father, Lucius, he was the man Draco aspires to be. Why would he possibly be different when people like his father and those he surrounded himself with have all that power and money he was thought to be so important? There was a time he thought most people if given a choice would choose a life like his, however, Draco came to the shock that the life that he lived was not suited for Hogwarts, where he encountered people who think differently than he does, people that look down upon his views and him. When he got to Hogwarts he got a glimpse at a world where money and power could only take him so far and he struggles to understand that.
So, of course, Draco can't seem to comprehend why Love isn't on his side, and while all she did was try to make him see reason, all Draco saw was her pillorying him and that was simply unacceptable to him so he attacked but, regardless of how hurtful he was, here she is, stubbornly waiting for him to come up to her and make up a half-apology because each time something like this happens, which was more often than she would willingly admit, all she sees is a reaction of years of habit and she couldn't blame him for the way he was raised. La cabra siempre tira al monte. Old habits die hard. Draco is her friend, despite it all and she firmly believes he has the capacity for growth so she won't give up on that hope yet, not for a small mistake like this.
"Shall we all take one together?" Asked Justin, as they arrived at the carriages.
Padam chuckles, sending him a look over her shoulder, "Want to spend more time with me, eh?"
Justin's cheeks once again turn crimson, "I- well,- It's - "
"If we are sharing I suggest we take that carriage before anyone else does," Emmanuel said pointing at the last carriage which thankfully and conveniently was near to them.
"Shifted, people," Padma grabbed Love's and Emma's hands and sped walk to the carriage, forcing the two Hufflepuff to scramble after them and into the smelly wagon.
"I'm proper excited to see Hogsmeade, aren't you?" Padma asks, looking between the boys.
"How couldn't we?" Justin responded amicably, his smile widening as the carriage began to move. "We have heard so much about Hogsmeade from older students, I can hardly wait."
"What are you most excited to visit?" Padma asks.
"Well, I haven't thought about it, I suppose Honeydukes would be a great choice to start with, would it?"
Ernie had a grin on his face, his gaze slithering to Love, he lean forward and whisper. "I'm the most excited to spend it with you,"
Love can't stop the chuckles that left her, feeling her face heat up. His flattery however was not working on easing up her nerves.
"Oh yes, I have a mental list of what I want to get starting with chocolate frogs, obviously..." Padma's voice trails off as a wave of coldness washes over all of them. Love saw a shadow figure pass right by them through the small window as the carriage cross the gates of the school the closes place to the school where the Dementors were allowed to be.
Love unintentionally shudders at their presence. The dread took hold of her for a short moment before it went away.
"For Helga's grace!! How awful those things are," Ernie breathes out, trying to shake off the aftereffects of the creatures.
"Truly, I still can't believe they let them near Hogwarts." Padma huffs, shaking her head. "Anyways, where was I- uh..."
"Chocolate frogs." Emmanuel mumbles, crossing his arms and looking out the window.
"Right, I want chocolate frogs, nougats, sugar quills...."
The last of the ride went by quickly, Padma doing most of the talking, she was telling them a very detailed list of what she wanted to get from the sweet shop, Emma continue to stare at the window quietly, Love adding to Padma's rant a few times, and the two Hufflepuff boys speaking every once in a while.
When the carriage stops they all but jump out of it. Ernie, like a gentleman, tried to give Love his hand to help her out but before she could, Emmanuel pushed her out mumbling about the carriage odour but Love knew better, he was just really excited to be in Hogsmeade and did not has the patience for Ernie's attempts of wooing and if Love was being honest, she didn't either, at least not at the moment.
"This is so cool," Padma said as she took in the wizarding village like the rest of them and Love couldn't agree more, everywhere she looked from the cottages to the colourful shops to the mass of students walking about excitedly was nothing short but wonderful. This is exactly how she imagine how an all-wizard was supposed to look, straight out of a tale.
But that view was changed when a hand was lifted in front of her, "Shall we?"
Love glanced at the hand and smile up at Ernie, once again being filled with nerves, she place her hand on his, hoping it wasn't clammy and nodded. "We shall," She turns to Emma and Padma both already looking at her, not even being a little discreet. Love sent them a more genuine smile, "I'll see you two later,"
Emma nodded, sending her a small reassuring smile. "Be careful."
"Of course, you go enjoy yourself," Padma chuckles, winking at her before turning to Ernie less friendly, she pointed a finger at him, "You better make sure she has a great day, Ernie, or else I'll hit you with a brick, a heavy one too."
"Right," Ernie chuckles awkwardly, he glances at Justin who nodded as if saying 'see you later,' he clears his throat before looking down at Love, "Let's go,"
And with that they were off into the village, walking through the cobble busy street, hand in hand.
"So, where do you want to go first?" Love asks, her eyes trailing over the several shops, glazing at the things in the windows for only a brief moment for Ernie kept a steady pace, never stopping. He seemed to be looking for something. "Oh, is that Zonkos? Why don't we–"
"I actually planned for us to do a few things, I hope you don't mind," He told her, glancing at her with a small apologetic smile.
"Oh, n-no, not at all, it's fine," Love smile back at him. She was rather surprised he had plans for them, she thought they would just hang out and explore, go into a few shops, and perhaps have lunch... she felt just a little disappointed and wished he had talked to her about it first but it's okay, it was a thoughtful action from his part, Ernie took time to plan the date and Love didn't want to ruin it.
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Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop was lovely. It was a small yet cosy tea shop, the decoration was rather amusing in Love's opinion, the tinkle of the bell when they walked in, the bows that went from side to side along the shop, the pink colour of the walls...
"Lovely place, isn't it?" Ernie spoke taking her attention from the china sugar bowls.
"Yeah, kind of cute, the pink certainly sets the mood," Love chuckles, glancing at the kissing couple sitting next to them. It was no secret why Ernie chose Madam Puddifoot's Shop for their first date.
Ernie went pink, he clears his throat, looking down at his lacy napkins. "It is a bit crowdy, thought, but if you like it then I'll endure it,"
Love faked out a chuckle. She felt like Ernie was making it seem like he was here just for her, making her feel a bit guilty but he could have worded it wrong, after all, it was him who planned the date, if he didn't want to be here he wouldn't have come, right?
She clear her throat, deciding to just ignore her thought and indulge in the excitement of the first date. "So, is your owl back yet? Uh- what was her name? I don't think you told me. "
"Her name is Aella, greek for Whirlwind and yes, she's very fast as I've told you, she's one of the best breeds of owls there is," His eyes shinned with pride like they did the last the sake of his owl.
"She seems like a wonderful owl,"
"She is... and what about your– err–."
Love smiles thinking back at her beloved pet, "I have a toad, his name's Hoppy, well, actually is Hopper Hoopalong Lollihops but we all call him Hoppy,"
"Your pet is a toad?" Ernie looked rather surprised.
"Yes. Why?" Love chuckles confused, not understanding why that was so surprising, plenty of students own toads.
"Nothing, it's just that I imagine you with something more..." Ernie waves his hand trying to come up with the word. "Gentler like a cat or perhaps even a rat,"
"Toads can be gentle, Hoppy is ever a gentleman." Love shrugs with a grin.
Ernie scoffs, crossing his arms, "What kind of toad is he?"
"Kind?" Love asks, confused.
"Breed, what is his breed?"
"I... don't know, I just picked the one I liked,"
"Why?" Ernie shook his head, with a frown. "Don't you know when choosing a pet the breed of it it's important?"
Love huffs out a laugh, not taking him seriously. "What?"
"Yes, the breed can tell you a lot about their behaviour and how to take care of them mean, when I chose to get an owl as a pet I would have never chosen one just because they are pretty, I mean yes, I suppose appearance is important but they are not people to care about their beauty and dare I say that—"
Ernie went on a rant about why the breed is important, he wasn't just taking a piss, he went on and on about why choosing the best breed can be beneficial for oneself and what not, if she didn't know better she would have thought Ernie could have been one of those purebloods who glorify their pedigree. The topic of conversation went from owls to the Fwooper, which was okay if he had let her get to give her opinion about the bright magical birds, instead, he went on to explain what they were, probably thinking she didn't know about them. At one point in his rant, Love excuse herself to the toilet.
The loo was just as she imagine, decorated with bows, two vanity tables with all a girl could need, and pink walls with just two stalls, one of which was occupated. Love didn't need to go to the loo, she just needed a moment to herself.
The date was going well, Ernie's sweet and sure, maybe it was a little boring but it could be worst. Love looked at herself in the mirror, tilting her head down at her clothes wishing she could have called Kiara, maybe Ernie would have said something about it if she had her sister's help, then her gaze travelled to her hair, did she brush her hair nicely? She did try her best to give it a bit of shape, though with hairpins she somehow manage to style it like those girls from the magazines.
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
Love frowns as she heard the girl from inside the stall, looking at the closed pink wooden door through the mirror.
"Fuck my life."
"Hello?" Love turns to face the door, "Are you all right?"
"Aye, mind your soddin' business, will ya?" The girl curses her off, her tone harsh as they come.
Love backs away from the door, a bit offended. "Right. Sorry, just wanted to help,"
"I ain't ask for it, innit?"
"You're right, my mistake," Love huffs, rolling her eyes, she went back to gaze herself in the mirror. People can be so damn rude for no reason.
Half satisfied with how she looked, Love turn to leave but just as she turned the door opened and the mysterious rude girl came out of it. Her brown eyes were narrow when her eyes settle on Love making her already sour face look grimmer.
"What the fuck are ya looking at?" She all but barked at her.
Love purses her lips, it will probably be unwise to say anything as the girl looked older than she is, maybe a fifth year, her feature are certainly mature, the slope of her nose and high cheekbones... she had a rough edge of her look but she was rather pretty, Love would have complemented her black curly hair as it was put on a nice bum but the girl made it known she didn't appreciate her voice or opinions.
"I was just leaving," Love mumbled, as she finally turn around to leave the girl came out of the stall Love caught the sight of red on the girls white pants making her halt on her steps. It had to be what she thought it was.
"Oh, my days, ya wee shit," The girl turn to set her hard glare on her, and she took a few threatening steps towards her. "If ya continue to look at me, I will hex ya fuckin–"
"You have a stain," Love told the girl, she pointed at her pants.
The girl rolled her eyes so hard Love thought they would get stuck. "I know ya little fuck, now leave me alone, my day is already ruined, I ain't want to get expelled for cursin' a fuckin third year."
Love purses her lips in indignation, and with a huff she turned and left, cursing the girl in her head all she wanted to do was to help her but Love will leave her to do as she wants, she will leave her no matter if she... if she clearly needs her help, Love only made it two steps out before she stubbornly turn back into the toilets. The girl had a deep frown on her face while she was holding her wand near the red stain looking at it through the mirror and trying to straighten herself when Love barge back in but she caught all of that.
The girl groans loudly, looking at the heavens. "Ya little–"
"Did you try a spell on it?" Love asks, motioning to the stain.
"It's not any of ya fuckin business," The girl snapped, pointing her wand at her.
Love, feeling a little frightened but hiding it well, took off her cardigan and hold it out for the girl to take. "Here. If the spell doesn't work you can use it to cover it."
"I ain't wearin' ya ugly jumper." The girl glare at her and the piece of clothing in her hand, however, there was more than just anger behind that glare, one Love could identify as confusion.
Love sighs, she moves to place the cardigan on top of the vanity table."It's just an option in case your spell isn't working, if you don't want to don't wear it."
"Why do ya care if I leave this bathroom with a stain on my flippin' pants," The girl hadn't dropped her glare but it did soften a tiny bit.
"Because I've been taught to help when needed," Love glanced at her before she once again made her way to the door, "And I am also a girl who looks out for other girls."
With that, she went back to her table, where the tea and food seems to have arrived. Ernie and she ordered something to share, a big plate with small cakes and pastries, she couldn't wait to try them... and it seems Ernie couldn't either for when she sat back down in front of him, he seems to be halfway through the plate.
"What took so long?" Ernie asks, drinking from his teacup after swallowing whatever cake was in his mouth.
Love glanced from the plate to him, the frown easing into a reluctant smile, "Oh, there was a queue for the toilet."
Ernie hums accepting the answer, he motions her cup of tea which she notices was full, "I served your tea, ginger, right?"
"Yes, thank you," Love took a sip of it, relishing how good it tasted, it's been a while since she drank ginger tea. She grabbed a pasty as Ernie went for the meaty small ball, "Are they good?"
Ernie nodded, shoving the small ball in his mouth, "Yes, there was this really good eclair, and the spinach patty, to die for."
"They do sound rather good, I've tried a few eclairs before and I have to say that no matter what they are always good," Love told him, taking a bite out of her cheesy pasty.
Suddenly the boy coughed, he hit his chest before taking a sip of his tea, making Love frown in worry, she leans forward. "Are you all right, Ernie?"
He swallowed the last of his tea and nodded, he smiles as he turns to face her, "I'm all right, Love, but I'm touched by your concern."
When the scent hit her nose, Love recoils to the back of her chair. What was that? Because holy shit.
"What?" Ernie asks, a frown forming on his face as he watches her actions.
Love opened her mouth to answer but words just don't seem to form as another round of stinkiness made its way to her nose. It didn't take a lot to know that it was Ernie's stink. How is she to tell him that his mouth smelled like something died in it and was rotting?
He asks again, leaning forward to whisper. "What is it, Love? Are you okay?"
Oh, God.
"Mhmm, yes all good," Love held her breath, leaning back into her chair as much as she could trying to look as subtle as possible.
"Are you positive?"
Love nodded, taking a large gulp of her tea, before exhaling on the cup and inhaling back again. The air wasn't clean in the cup but at least it didn't smell like... well, like Ernie. How did she not notice he smelled like that before? She had been in close proximity to him, there was no way she wouldn't have noticed it then so what change? When she looked up at Ernie once again, he was happily munchkin on the last of the pasties on the plate. At this point she didn't really care he ate all of them, her appetite was gone anyways.
"So, Justin said his father works for your mum," He swallowed the cake, looking at her he continue, "How's that?"
"Uh... well, my mum, she owns a company back in the muggle world," Love needed to exhale, she was practically choking. She took hold of her almost empty cup, swallowed what was left and exhaled as silently as she could before taking another long inhale.
"She does? Whoa, that's rather impressive, what is it about?"
"Energy," Love was slapped with another whiff of repugnant odour. It seems that even not breathing wasn't enough to escape what death probably smells like. "Jesus Bendito."
"What was that?" Ernie asks, puzzlement written on his face.
"I was just– I want to walk around for a bit, you know, look around the village," Love tells him, hoping that he agrees to leave so she could be in the open air.
Ernie frowns at her before looking around at the couples, Love did the same however she couldn't really stare too long because most of them were snogging each other off, surprisingly she caught sight of the loo girl, setting in front of a handsome boy and wrapped around her waist was her cardigan and a smile on her face. If someone was going to have a pleasant rest of the day, it clearly wasn't Love. So she's glad she helps someone else to have one.
"Oh, well, if you wish but I thought we...uh could have gotten to know each other a bit better, without distractions and all," Ernie turned pink as he set his gaze on the teacup in his hands, and Love was sure she was matching his colour, maybe she was even sporting a tinge of purple in her cheeks, y'know, for the lack of air.
"Oh, come on Ernie, let's be adventurous," Love tried her best to smile as if she wasn't two seconds away from falling unconscious yet again this year. Now wouldn't that be embarrassing?
Ernie gaze at her for a moment before nodding, and getting up from his chair, "I'll go pay, you can wait outside if you–"
"Yes, I'll wait outside," In all but seconds, Love grabbed her bag and was out the door.
Love wheezes as she exhales, before inhaling again. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. She places her hands on her knees as she continues to take heavy breaths. This is the closes she has come to dying, Jesus knows that not even her brother's farts smell that bad and that is saying a lot.
Straightening up and leaning back into a wall, Love started to think, what happened? It surely had to be something he ate but what? Was it one of the pasties? No, obviously not, if Madam Puddifoot's sell something that made her customers' breath stank of all that's evil on this planet then she would be out of business in a month, hell, Love gives it a week before it shuts down. Because who in their right mind would sell something like that, the only other option was that it had to be a prank, someone was pranking Ernie, the poor boy, but why though? Ernie is well-liked, isn't he? She knows he's a bit popular among his peers, he's never been libellous against those who aren't from his house, at least not that knows of. Ernie's a good student, a good person, so why would anyone do this to him... or maybe it's not Ernie the prank it's directed at, maybe it's at her? Oh, Rowena what if it is her who the culprits wanted to prank? But why? What had she done? No, she hadn't done anything wrong. Maybe it's a prank from Ernie and his friends, like a dare of some sort? They dare him to ask her out and see how much she could handle of this new form of deathly torture. Ernie wouldn't do that, would he? He's nice... but then again what if all she knows about him is a lie. What if it is a dare and as soon as they part ways he'll go straight to his friends and laugh because she literally almost dies to avoid telling him he stinks and then the whole school is going to know and it's gouging to be her. That would be so humiliating. Stinky is going to be her new nickname, everyone will call her that... Love's stomach dropped, Professor Lupin will probably hear about it too, he'll think she stinks. She feels faint. Oh, Love needs to throw up. All those plans she made for becoming Mrs Lupin, all to the garbage, he'll never want to marry someone with the nickname of stinky.She's going to be single for the rest of her life. No one would want her. No one. She's going to be alone for the rest of her life. Not even Padma and Emmanuel. Oh, her best friends, she's going to be dragged down with her. Oh no no no. She couldn't do that to her friends but she knows they'll never leave her alone. She'll have to leave Hogwarts to protect them. They know where she lives so she can't even go to her family because they'll follow her there. She'll get a job somewhere to live away.... But Is she even going to get a job? Love knows how quickly rumours spread in the wizarding world. Who would hire someone whose nickname is Stinky? No one that's who. She'll be poor and with no place to live. She'll end up living in the mountains, alone and—
"Love!!"
Her head snapped to the side where Ernie is looking at her worriedly.
"Are you all right? I called you like five times?"
She felt like she wanted to cry as another death-scented breath of air made its way into her nose. Merlin, she just can't tell him and she can't be the bitch that ends the date right after he paid for tea and cake but she can't spend another minute near him.
Love bottles her small thoughts up and smiles at him, "Yes, I'm good, now let's go,"
"Where do you want to–"
She, grudgingly, grabbed his hand and was practically speed walking, going from one store to another, only staying for a few minutes to see the basics and get the gist of what the store sells before moving to the next. Ernie tried to keep up with her, speaking to her whenever she slowed down, Love gave him a few short answers, always making sure to not sound rude but still being quick with her words before they speed walk to the next store.
"Why don't we slow down a bit?" Ernie asks as they left Ceridwen's Cauldrons, pulling Love back by her hand forcing him to stop.
Love holds her breath and grins playfully, or at least she hopes that's the vibe she's giving on, "Because, silly Ernie we should walk to... get in shape, y'know, for all those calories from the cakes and pastries we ate."
"But–"
"Oh, is that a grocery shop for plants? How interesting." She pulled him back into walking, heading to The Magic Neep.
Sooner rather than later, they are done visiting most of the shops in Hogsmeade and inside the carriages. She'll never call them smelly again. Love stares out the window at the village thinking back to the stores she visited, the one they took a bit of time was Honeydukes, where they parted ways for a moment much to Love's relief, to get their sweets, Love bought two chocolate frogs and a single sugar quill, she would have probably gotten more things but Ernie insisted on paying and she didn't felt comfortable spending money that wasn't hers and two she wasn't in the right state of mind at the moment. And they also took time when they visited the post office, where they encountered hundreds of owls Ernie wouldn't stop speaking about Aella, pointing out that the breed of birds they use for the fastest owl which was colour-coded red, was the same breed as her but of course, his was faster. That was the third time in the day were Love was close to passing out. But Merlin did that boy adores his owl.
Thankfully, they had to share the carriage with some older students, two girls, (who didn't care much about them and talked all the way to the castle about one of the girl's boyfriends, he wanted to live with her after graduation but the girl wants to break up with him as soon because she started to fancy his friend who apparently fancies her back but not before her birthday because her boyfriend said he was going to buy her some pearl earrings) Geez, now that is very messed up. The two older girls' chat served as a distraction for both her and Ernie since neither of them talk and only bestow themselves into listening to the gossip. It wasn't until they were at the marble stairs that Love spoke.
"This has been nice," Love send him a smile, one that she wasn't sure was genuine as she knows now is the time she has to once again hold her breath.
Ernie nodded, smiling down at her, "It has, I really enjoy spending Hogsmaedes with you, Love."
"You were pretty great too," Love waves a dismissive hand.
"You really think so?" Ernie took a step closer.
No, please no. Step back.
Love nods, humming with a tight smile on her face. "Mhm, yeah, of course, anyways, Ernie, I really need to go because—"
"What? Now?" Ernie took another step closer and grabbed her hands in his, peering down at her, with big blue eyes. Step back, please. "Why? Let me walk you to your common room."
"Now that wouldn't be wise, would it?" Love took a step back, setting her hands free from the boy's hold. "Why go all the way up to the Ravenclaw tower when your common room is practically just around the corner?"
"Is what a gentleman does,"
"Ah, don't worry Ernie, I don't need a gentleman," Love chuckles, taking another step back, practically halfway into the castle.
"But–"
"I need to pee, Ernie!" Love almost shouted for the whole students to hear, but she was desperate to get away and in desperate times, desperate measures. "And I really need to go right now,"
Ernie blinks, his face turning red once again, Love doesn't understand why he's the one embarrassed in this situation but alas, it's proving to be successful. "Right, sorry, don't let me keep—"
"Bye, Ernie thanks for the tea and sweets,"
She was gone like the wind, finally free and if hadn't been for the fact that her name was called she would have forgotten about her little freakout.
"Miss Emerson,"
Turning, she came face to face with none other than James Potter, a renowned Auror and quite a famous man for surviving Voldemort, along with his wife and son, Love was awfully confused about why he, of all people, was calling her name and smiling at her, his smile was so welcoming, Love felt oddly warm about it like his smile was a hug she would have a smile back if it hadn't been for the two-man next to him. One who had dark hair and strikingly grey eyes that shine with nothing but mischievousness, he had this aloofness attached to his persona that practically oozes out of him, he was rather handsome, both he and James were handsome but definitely not as handsome as Professor Remus Lupin, who was smiling warmly at her from next to James Potter... then the thought hit her. He's going to think she stinks if her prank theory proves itself to be correct. Of course, it's going to be correct, what kind of person goes around pranking Ernie of all people? He and his friends are probably pranking her, or maybe Ernie doesn't even know, in that case, they both got pranked but they'll go easy on him because he is their friend and he'll forget about it and forgive them because they are his friends after all, but that treatment would not be extended for her, and they'll make fun of her and she–
"Hey, Love Emerson, right?" James Potter continues to smile at her, his hazel eyes staring down at hers. "How are you doing, darling? All better I hope?"
Love purses her lips and nodded, before giving him a tight smile, she doesn't want to speak with anyone right now "I'm all right, Mr Potter but soon I won't be because I'll be probably living in a cave,"
She walks right past them, not even noticing the baffled look they all give her. She just couldn't face anyone right now. Love made her way to her common room in record time, even with all the students walking about in the hallways and stairs. She was itching to get to her room and sleep all day, all night until the music stops as the phrase says, indulging herself in the last moments of pace in Hogwarts before she becomes a pariah of society.
What is the end of everything?
It seems the eagle has taken notice of her mood and given her an easy riddle. Love didn't even need to think about it for the answer was right in the riddle. Without much waiting the door quickly opened, and Love all but bolted inside.
"Hey Love, how did–"
At Padma's voice, Love stopped and turn to where she was lounging with Emma on the sofas, both with massive bags of products from Zonkos, Honeydukes and who knows what else. She's going to miss them. She's going to miss time like this.
"I'm going to live in the forest, in a cave, and I'm going to miss you all so much,"
With that, she turns back and went straight to her dormitory. Thankfully, there was no one there so Love took her shoes off and just manage to climb into bed before the door was slapped open as Padma came barging in, a hard look on her face.
"All right, tell me what happened on that date that got you catastrophizing?"
Love sends her a glare before pushing herself under her covers, "I do not catastrophize,"
"Then what do you call this?" Padma places her hands on her hips much like a mother would as she scowls at her kids.
"Being reasonable," Love calls from under the covers. She was being reasonable, right?
Love didn't need to see Padma to know she was rolling her eyes, she could feel it in her bones she was most definitely doing it. "Sure, because thinking you're going to be living in a cave is a reasonable response for any situation."
"Leave me alone, Padma."
"Love, bloody hell, get this through your skull," Padma pulled her covers off of her, leaving her feeling naked. Both girls glare at each other. "You are catastrophizing, my dear friend."
"I–"
"You are overthinking, you are in panic mode right now, obsessive over something that will never happen," Padma came to sat down next to her, her back leaning on one of the four posts, "You need to relax and tell me, what got are you overthinking?"
Love purses her lips, she knew she was overthinking, she just lost control there for a second or two. She held her hand out, "Give me back my blanked and I'll tell you,"
Without waiting, Padma passes her the covers. Love engulfs herself in them, enjoying the warmth her covers give her, she glances a Padma and holds her arm up, motioning for her to cover herself too and when she does, when both girls were tucked in the safety blanket, Love begins the tale of the boy with dragon breath.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it.
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The Date
Blog Details + My Library
Neville Longbottom x fem!reader
word count: 1.6k
warning(s): fluff, cursing, smut-ish, dry humping-ish, not proofread
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I can’t believe I agreed to another blind date. Tiffany owes me a lifetime of Cauldron Cakes if this doesn’t work out. The last time I went to one of these, she set me up with Justin Finch of all people and all he did was talk about himself. I just drank Butterbeer until he become barely. The date finally ended about two, agonizing hours later. As soon as we got back in the castle, we went our separate ways and I have not talked to him since.
Now, I’m sitting in Madam Puddifoot’s, in a corner, ten minutes early, trying to guess who my mystery date is. Tiff knows pretty much everyone at Hogwarts so it could be anybody really, but she only dates tools so I doubt it’ll be anyone good.
Five minutes go by before I hear the bell above the front door ring. It’s Neville. He looks a bit nervous. This is honestly the last place I thought I would see him. It’s not a very crowded place, so it’s good for an introverted person like him, but it’s a bit.. girly for him. But since he’s here, I can’t help but admire him. He’s gotten taller since we first got to university. He towers over a good amount of people at school. Even some of the professors.
His eyes wander around the room as if he’s looking for someone. Considering the only single person in here is me, I’m guessing that I’m his date. I get up from the table and walk over to him. His height is definitely intimidating up close, but his shyness makes it less intimidating.
“Hi Neville,” I say as gently as possible. I guess it works since I can visibly see him relax.
“Hi y/n,” He says not quite at a normal tone, but not a whisper either.
“I guess I’m your date,” A small smile wipes on my face. He nods his head, and we walk to where I was sat.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I ordered an herbal tea. That alright?” I ask as we sit down. He nods his head again and I nod in acknowledgement.
It’s quiet for a bit before Madam Puddifoot comes back with our tea.
“Anything else for you dearies?” I look over at him to see if he wants anything.
“Ginger Newts? Please?” She warmly smiles at him and toddles to the back. The quietness takes over again. I reach a hand over and hold his.
“You don’t have to be nervous Nev. It’s just me.” His eyes soften and he lets out an exhale.
“Y-You’re actually the prettiest girl in our grade.” My smile can’t help but widen at getting a full sentence out of him.
“Only in our grade? Damn, looks like I gotta aim for prettiest in the school.” He smiles at that, and we drink our tea.
The conversation goes smoothly after that. He loosened up. Even started telling some jokes. I laughed so hard that people started looking over in our corner. We would just shush each other and continue laughing. As we finished the tea and Ginger Newts, we decided to go walk around outside. The snow hasn’t hit us quite yet, so the weather is bearable. I learned that he loves Herbology. He has almost every type of plant at his house. He learned that I had a crush on him from our 1st to our 3rd year. The time went by fast. Too fast.
We barely make curfew as we stumble in. Our laughing turns into hushed tones, but smiles stay upon our faces.
“Do you want to come to my room? I think Harry and Ron said something about going to Hagrid’s and Dean and Seamus snuck off somewhe-“
“Are you trying to get me into your bed Neville?” My tone is teasing, but his face still turns red.
“No! No! I just thought-“
“You’re okay Neville. Let’s go. I’ve always been curious as to what boy’s dorm rooms look like.” I take his hand and lead him to Gryffindor tower. The walk isn’t long. That’s a lie, it’s very long. Especially with all the steps, but being with him made it go by faster. We continued talking, kind of loudly, while the painting looked at us with disdain.
There aren’t many people in the common room. A few stragglers. Dean and Seamus are there, but they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t even notice Neville and I walking upstairs. He opens the door and sure enough we’re the only ones there. I walk all the way in and take a look around. It looks a bit different than the girls dorms. It also smells a bit different than the girls dorm. I can tell the one in the middle is Harry’s. Seems fitting as he’s “the chosen one”. Whatever that means. I look back and see Neville standing next to a bed.
“I’m assuming this one is yours?”
He nods.
“Wanna sit?”
He nods again. I walk over and sit down while he’s unmoving.
“Nev, I thought we got over the shyness?” I pat the spot next to me and wait for him to sit down. Once he does, I hold his hands and look at him.
“Have you ever been with a girl Neville?” He shakes his head no. I lift a hand to his cheek and look into his eyes.
“Do you want to?” He doesn’t say anything. Almost like he’s frozen.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything, but if you do, I need a verbal answer.”
“I,” he clears his throat, “I do.” I smile and lean in closer to him. My nose lightly bumps his before I peck his lips. I lean back to assess how he’s feeling. His eyes are still close, and his lips are slightly puckered, stuck in this kiss. I chuckle and lean back in. I reconnect our lips and at that moment swear that I will study every day as long as I get kiss Neville for the rest of my life. He says he’s never been with a girl but the way his lips move against mine tell me differently.
My legs straddle his lap, and my hands move down to the side of his neck. I can tell he’s hesitant to do anything else, so I help him by wrapping his arms around my waist. His arms tighten around me, bringing up closer. I move a bit to settle on his lap and feel a slight bulge meet my clothed core. Our lips momentarily part, but not by much. He groans against my lips and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds to ever reach my ears.
I kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He shudders underneath me which motivates me more. I remove myself from his lap and stand up. My top is first to go. His eyes are darkened as they stare at my figure. I raise my blouse slowly above my head. Only left in my lilac lace bra, I slowly unbuckle the belt to my jeans. I move them down my thighs and they fall down to my feet, revealing the matching panties.
“You gonna leave me half-naked by myself?” I tease. He gets up and takes his clothes off in record time. I try not to laugh so I don’t ruin the moment, but the way he almost trips on his trousers has me smiling to myself.
I take my place back on his lap and roll my hips against his crotch. My lips reconnect to his neck, and I kiss around until I find what I’m looking for.
“Fuck me,” I hear escape his lips.
Found it.
I suck on it while continuing to roll my hips. His noises become whimpers which goes straight down to my pussy.
“Can we- fuck. Can we try something?” I nod my head yes while slowing down my motions. His hands take a hold of my hips and bring me to a complete stop. I whimper at the loss of friction. My eyes move with the motion of his hands. He pulls his dick from his briefs and moves my panties to the side. He runs a finger through my folds and collects my slick, groaning at the feeling. He takes his finger and rubs it over his tip. It’s my turn to groan. I think I know what his idea was.
I wait until he moves his finger to place my pussy right on his shaft. He closes his eyes and I take the chance to place my lips on his. His arms take their rightful place back around my waist and I continue rocking my hips. His tip brushes up against my clit and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth. I rock a bit faster, and I feel him throbbing underneath me. I pull back reluctantly to catch a breath and his lips chase after mine. I’m embarrassed to admit how much that one simple thing turned me on. One more hip roll and my orgasm unexpectedly washes over me. I shudder and collapse into his figure but don’t stop. The overstimulation has me moaning in his ear. His hips start to roll up and meet mine. His soft moaning turns becoming louder, mixing with mine. His hold tightens and then his hips shudder to a stop. The sound he makes, makes me want to go a second round.
He loosens his hold and I look down in between us. His cum is still coming out in spurts. The sight alone should be in a porno. I take my index finger and swipe a bit of cum. My eyes close as the tanginess hits my tongue. The sound of the doorknob makes us turn our heads in sync. I reach over for my wand and close his curtains around us.
“Who’s been fucking in here? Damn!” Dean exclaims from the doorway. I hide my face in Neville’s neck as we silently laugh.
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[Ron and Y/n are struggling with cooking dinner for Hermione]
Ron: Aren't you a witch and a woman? Do something!
Y/n: Of course!
Y/n is making Ron shut up with a curse
Y/n: Yeah, that's better.
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Speaking in Tongues, Part 2 ~ Harry Potter
Summary: Harry teaches Y/N, the wild Ravenclaw, how to speak Parseltongue.
Warnings: none
Word count: 3.1k
Here’s part 1 if you missed it!
Native to Southeast Asia, Large-eyed Pit Vipers, also known as Green Pit Vipers, are unique for several reasons. When the viper’s fangs aren’t in use, they fold back into the roof of the viper’s mouth. The viper doesn’t use its venom every time it bites, as venom cannot be regenerated quickly and is usually reserved for prey. Even if they regulate their venom, these rare snakes are highly venomous and endangered due to their popularity in the exotic pet trade. Ironically, Large-eyed Pit Vipers are known to be moody and strike if–
“Oi, Harry!”
Harry jerked his head up. “What?” he said breathlessly, adrenaline shooting through his body, making his heart pound. “What’s wrong?”
Ron and Hermione, sitting across the table from him, shared looks. “You’re muttering to yourself,” Hermione said.
Harry blinked, reorienting himself away from the world of words.
Lunch in the Great Hall was in full swing.
Professor Sprout was trying to stop a food-fight over at the end of the Gryffindor table, and from the looks of it, she wasn’t being successful. An avid debate was taking place between one bench from the Slytherin table and one from the Ravenclaw table, about what Harry couldn’t surmise, while a pair of Slytherins were eating their food as fast as they could, perhaps racing each other. A group of Hufflepuffs were rowdily playing what looked like Go Fish in the corner while another group laughed hysterically.
Now that Harry was aware of his surroundings, the noise was nearly deafening.
The threads of life were all around him, and yet nowhere in this tumultuous tapestry could Harry find Y/N. He’d looked for her during dinner last night, this morning, and again now, but she wasn’t seated at any of the tables. Did she ever eat? Or in all her curiosity, had she discovered a way to bypass the need for sustenance?
A young Hufflepuff girl looked up, made eye contact with Harry, and immediately ducked her head, her cheeks flushed.
Harry rolled his eyes. Apparently, nothing said ‘eligible bachelor’ like saving the world, and the world never let him rest. Every magazine and newspaper ran stories about his love life (which was quiet), ads for glasses that were supposedly the kind he wore (when clearly they weren’t), or pictures of Harry shirtless (he still didn’t know how they got ahold of those). The only magazine that didn’t was The Quibbler, because Xenophilius Lovegood preferred to share musings about whether Harry’s cologne was derived from Bundimun secretions.
Harry turned back to his friends to see both of their heads cranked to the side like their left ears were made of lead.
“All You Need to Know About Snakes?” Ron read off. “What are you reading that for, you haven’t had enough of snakes?”
“A class.” Harry returned to the book.
–strike if antagonized. Another distinctive trait of these vipers are the ridges on the edge of their scales, making them rough to the touch.
“Harry.”
Harry sighed, holding his finger to the page to mark his place. “What?”
“It’s lunchtime, mate,” Ron said slowly. “Not study hall.”
“I’m not hungry.” Harry looked down, but before he could resume, the book got tugged away from him. “Hey!”
Hermione reoriented the book, her eyes sliding down the page. Ron poked his head over her shoulder. “Large-eyed Pit Vipers?” Ron read. “They aren’t even magical creatures.”
Harry reached out for the book. “Your point?”
“This isn’t on our curriculum.” Hermione would know, she was taking nearly every class available to seventh years. “Why are you really reading this?”
“No reason.” Harry avoided looking anywhere in the direction of the Ravenclaw table, but a flush crept across his cheeks. The flush only deepened when Ron raised an eyebrow.
“Harry,” Hermione said, looking very serious, “is there something you need to tell us?”
Harry made a face. Someday, if Hermione had kids, they would be on the receiving end of the same question, and they would like it even less than he did. “Nope,” he said shortly.
“Harry.”
“Considering I’ve asked neither of you about the mark on Hermione’s neck, I think we can all agree that there are some things we keep private.” Ron’s ears went red while Hermione’s hand flew to cover up what was obviously a hickey a centimeter underneath her ear. Clearly it was recent as Hermione hadn’t used a charm or even muggle makeup to cover it up.
Harry shook his head, getting to his feet as he slung his bag over his arm. “I’ll see you guys in the common room later?”
Hermione, face still flaming, muttered something under her breath while Ron scratched behind his ear.
Harry strode out of the Great Hall, ignoring all the eyes that trailed him out the door.
The eyes that followed him everywhere.
He let out a sigh as he climbed the stairs to get to the library. From the moment Harry entered the Wizarding World, he’d dealt with publicity, first because of his name and then because of his adventures. But now that he was no longer a boy, the publicity had changed. The wizards and witches who’d been hungry for details about him, pictures with him, and his autograph were now hungry for other things. More invasive things. Things that after the war, Harry wasn’t ready to give anybody. Not even Ginny.
Ron and Hermione were now famous too, but Ron had always wanted recognition and Hermione used the attention for all her causes, like S.P.E.W.
All Harry ever wanted was normalcy.
He chuckled dryly to himself. Harry probably couldn’t recognize ‘normal’ if it set his robes on fire.
He entered the library just as Madam Pince walked past. “Shh!” she hushed.
Harry didn’t bother to respond. He simply passed her and went deeper and deeper into the library, finding a table in the corner. If he was going to be communicating with Eleanor and teaching Y/N to do the same, they needed to be as far away from judgemental eyes as possible. How would his fame in the wizarding world change if he was seen speaking Parseltongue? If there was a chance at being forgotten, even due to disgrace, Harry should’ve tried to teach Parseltongue sooner.
Harry nervously tapped the table, glancing at the clock.
Had Y/N forgotten they were supposed to meet? She seemed the scatterbrained type, so Harry shouldn’t have been surprised that she hadn’t shown up. Except that…she’d been determined to learn parseltongue, so determined that she’d practically strong-armed Harry into doing it.
Harry’s eyes slid to his bag and the book inside it.
Glancing around to make sure there was still no sign of Y/N, he pulled the book out.
Like every other snake, Large-eyed Pit Vipers possess an unnerving stare due to their lack of eyelids, but individual to the Large-eyed Pit Vipers are the two infrared-sensing pits for which these vipers are named for. These pits between the viper’s eyes and nostrils allow them to sense heat signatures while they hunt for their prey in the dark of night.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“Finally,” Harry muttered, putting the book down. “It’s past–” He stopped.
Y/N slid into the seat across from him, carelessly dropping her school bag onto the floor with a resounding thud that didn’t sound like books. Judging by the rosiness of her face, she’d just come out of the cold, but melting snowflakes weren’t the only thing stuck in her hair. Twigs, a bit of moss, and…were those…dried caterpillars?
“You, urm, you have stuff in your hair.”
Y/N ran her hands once through the tangled mess, causing the debris to shift. “Did I get it?”
“No, you just–here.” Harry reached forward, delicately pulling all the bits of nature out. Where had she been? And how had she reached the library before the snowflakes could fully melt? The library wasn’t close to the courtyard or anywhere in the grounds. Was it a secret passage or had she come through a window?
“Thanks.” Y/N reached into her pocket and pulled out Eleanor, placing her on the table. “Okay, let’s start.”
Oh.
No faffing about with pleasantries, apparently. Straight to business.
“Okay, um…” Harry looked at Eleanor, who was watching him intently. The book was right; her stare was unnerving. SeethaaSsssHathehhHathehhAyaeeh.
The end of Eleanor’s tail twitched. SeethaaSsssHathehhHathehhAyaeeh SeethaaaHaaHasseeyHasseeyHaaaaaah, she replied.
“What did you say?” Y/N cut in. “What did she say?”
“I said hello, and she said hello.”
“Say it again,” she demanded.
SeethaaSsssHathehhHathehhAyaeeh, Harry repeated, trying to say it slower this time.
Y/N looked dead-on into his eyes. Ssssssehhhhhhhhhhhathhhhhhhhh.
Harry coughed to disguise his laugh. Eleanor, however, was far from amused. She wriggled closer to Harry, away from her owner, clearly caught off guard to hear Y/N attempting to speak Parseltongue, even if Y/N hadn’t actually said anything discernable.
Y/N looked at Eleanor, then at Harry, and then Eleanor again. “What? What did I say?”
“Nothing really.”
His answer didn’t seem to satisfy her. Her eyebrows drew close together, creating a somewhat adorable pucker in between them. Sseettthhhhhhhayaaaa, she tried again.
Eleanor’s head poked forward and started excitedly rocking back and forth.
Y/N looked up at Harry. “What did I say?”
“Um, well, you sorta said hello.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Sort of?”
“An improper hello,” Harry said.
“Say it the proper way again,” she demanded.
And that’s how it continued to go.
It might’ve been odious to continually switch between having a conversation, translating, and teaching, had it not been for Y/N’s focus. She approached it head on, without a care for incompetence or imperfection. She didn’t even seem to pay any attention to their surroundings, wholeheartedly focused on Harry and Eleanor.
Had Harry been enjoying himself less, he would’ve noticed he felt some sort of safe haven, a bubble of sorts in that moment. But for the first time in a while, he wasn’t thinking about the war, his friends, Ginny, his safety, Quidditch, his failing heart, nor anything else of material consequence.
Harry’s hand lay on the table, palm up to allow Eleanor—who was still off-put by Y/N’s attempts to communicate—to curl around his fingers.
Y/N screwed up her face in concentration. SethaSsHatheHatheAyaeeh.
Eleanor abandoned Harry’s hand, slithering closer to her owner with great excitement. HassayHasseeyAayaaSsssSeyythaaSsaah! Y/N broke out into a huge smile, not needing Harry’s translation to know she’d successfully spoken Parseltongue. She affectionately rubbed a hand down Eleanor’s scales.
Harry grinned at the two of them, a swirling sense of accomplishment making him feel a bit giddy. Even if her pronunciation was a little off, she’d succeeded in saying something. Maybe it really was possible for someone to learn Parseltongue.
Y/N looked up at Harry, opening her mouth to say something, but her gaze jumped over Harry’s shoulder.
“Miss Y/L/N!” came a shout, and it took Harry a minute to realize it was Madam Pince’s voice, which he’d never heard louder than a stern mutter.
Y/N scooped up her bag. “Time to go!” Harry had just enough time to grab his own bag before Y/N dragged him towards the winding staircase that led to the next floor of the library.
“Why are we running?” Harry asked breathlessly, trying to keep up.
Y/N glanced over her shoulder as she climbed the stairs two at a time. “I’m technically banned from the library.”
Harry stopped to gape, but Y/N seized his arm and pulled him along just as Madam Pince came around the bookshelf. “Miss Y/L/N!”
Harry hadn’t ever seen her look so displeased, and Madam Pince always looked displeased. He also didn’t know it was even possible for a student to be banned from the library, but if anyone could find a way to make the impossible possible, his money was on Y/N.
“Miss Y/L/N, you have thirty seconds to leave, or I shall tell the headmaster!” Madam Pince screeched as they reached the second floor.
“Maybe we should–” Before Harry could finish, Y/N sprinted towards the Restricted Section of the library. “Where are you going?”
The ravenclaw came to a skidding halt in front of the last bookshelf before the locked doors of the Restricted Section, reaching out to touch the shelves.
“Are we hiding?” Harry asked, running to her side with a hand pressed to his aching chest as his overloaded and half-dead heart desperately tried to keep pace.
Y/N shook her head. “We’re leaving.”
“Miss Y/L/N!”
Y/N glanced at Harry with a sideways grin. “Hold your breath.” Before Harry could ask or do anything, she pressed a notch in the wood, and then the whole world slid away as the ground fell out from under Harry.
He let out a yelp as he slipped through a tunnel barely big enough to contain him. Indeed, as he rushed downwards through the narrowing tunnel, he wondered if he was going to get stuck.
He only just remembered Y/N’s advice and sucked in a large breath before the slick gray walls of the tunnel disappeared to reveal dazzling sunlight.
And the next thing Harry knew, he was underwater.
He desperately held his breath, but he didn’t have much to hold. Already, his chest was building up in pressure, begging him for more air. But before Harry could get his wand, something large wrapped around his torso, trapping his arms. He fought, trying to free them, but the thing was pushing him upwards.
Then his head broke the surface, and he gasped, inhaling a great big breath. Looking down, he saw the thing around his body was a giant tentacle.
The Giant Squid.
Barely had the thought entered his mind before the giant tentacle propelled Harry through the water with so much speed, Harry nearly skinned his knees on the rocks of the lake when the water grew shallower. The tentacle released him, and Harry crawled the rest of the way, rolling onto his back on the shore.
His chest was burning, the sign that he’d overdone it.
“Thank you, Selva!” Y/N called from beside him, getting to her feet.
Catching his breath, Harry sat up and pulled off his right shoe, tipping it over to expel all the water. “The giant squid’s name…is Selva?”
“Squidish names aren’t like human names, silly,” Y/N replied, not even bothering to wring out her hair or her soaking robes. Instead, she drew out Eleanor from her pocket, who wound herself agitatedly around Y/N’s wrist. “I call him Selva because he loves Selva shrimp. I had to bribe him so that he wouldn’t keep pushing me out of the lake when I was trying to talk to the Selkies.”
“I didn’t know–” Harry broke off with a wince, clutching his chest as his heart gave a particularly resentful throb. He took deep breaths like Madame Pomfrey taught him and the ache subsided. “I didn’t know you could feed the squid.”
He glanced up at Y/N to see her staring at him. “You have chest pain?” she asked.
“Yeah.” Harry rubbed at his sternum.
Suddenly, Y/N was in front of him, dripping all over his robes. “Does it hurt worse with exertion?” she asked, reaching forward to prod Harry’s chest. “Do you ever feel lightheaded? Or dizzy?”
“Umm…” Harry looked down, feeling her fingers pressing down on the space between his collarbones. “Yes?”
“Does it feel like it’s beating out of your chest?”
“Er…sometimes?”
“What did Madam Pomfrey say?”
Harry just stared at Y/N, suddenly feeling suspicious. How would she have known he went to Madam Pomfrey?
“You’re having chest pain, and you didn’t go to the Hospital Wing?” Y/N asked, arching a brow.
“Of course I went,” Harry snapped, not wanting her to think him any sort of idiot. “She doesn’t know what it is…exactly…”
Y/N lifted her brows. “She doesn’t?”
“No. It’s just one of the perks of coming back from the dead.”
Y/N froze, her wide eyes unblinking. “You came back from the dead?”
Harry stared back at her. Did…did she not know the story? Everyone in the Wizarding World plus their grandma knew Harry’s story. “Yes,” he said shortly, deciding he didn’t want to unpack it. “I did.”
Y/N didn’t react for a moment, and Harry feared she was just taking her time to figure out what burning question to ask first. Surely this girl, the most curious being he’d ever met, would ask him all manner of things about his strange resurrection. But then Y/N surprised him yet again: instead of asking anything or even opening her mouth, she sat down next to him. As he watched, she dug her hand into her book bag and drew out a jar. Then, with her eyes trained on the rocks, she started shifting through them, grabbing hold of a tubeworm that she must’ve spotted.
Harry watched her, utterly bewildered by this person so much more concerned with a tubeworm than with a story about coming back from the dead.
But then again…maybe it was wiser to focus on the living more than on the dead.
As he watched her lift the jar to scrutinize the worm with her scholarly eye, Harry gazed at her, feeling his own curiosity rise.
Who was this girl, this student with such a violent hunger for information that never went to class and somehow got herself banned from the library?
Y/N rotated the jar slowly this way and that as the tube worm wriggled so differently from how Eleanor moved. Harry had just decided that the Ravenclaw had forgotten all about him when she softly said: “We like to think we know all there is to know about magic.” She stowed the jar in her bag, fixing him with a grave stare. “We like to believe that when people invent new spells or create new potions or discover new creatures, it’s just us using what we already know in slightly different ways.”
Harry was extremely confused, but sensed she wasn’t finished yet and wisely chose to just stay quiet.
“It doesn’t matter whether one is a muggle or a wizard…or a house elf…or a centaur or giant or vampire. It isn’t seemly to wonder so much about the unknown. And yet…” she trailed off, glancing out over the lake before her eyes roved over to the Forbidden Forest. Some sort of sparkle shone in her eyes, as if the very curiosity she spoke of was manifesting as diamonds.
Harry got to his feet. “And yet?” he asked in spite of himself, so taken in by that sparkle.
“And yet,” was all Y/N said. “I’ll see you around, Potter.” And with that, she strolled away towards the forest, looking to all the world as though she was following a calling.
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#harry potter#harry potter fanfic#harry potter fanfiction#harry fanfic#harry fanfiction#hp#hp fanfiction#hp fanfic#parseltongue#snakes#hogwarts#ravenclaw#ravenclaw!reader
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Fred Dating a Ravenclaw!Reader
(Y/N): Fred, I have such an immense infatuation with you, it surmounts the most embellished wonders of our nature. I can undoubtedly proclaim that I have an unequivocal, inexorable amorous fondness for you.
Fred: ...
Fred: ...what?
(Y/N) *sigh*: I love you to the moon and back.
Fred: Aww, babe, I love you to the moon and back, too.
#fred weasly x reader#fred weasley#harry potter#hp incorrect quotes#harry potter incorrect quote#fred weasley x y/n#fred weasley x ravenclaw!reader#ravenclaw!reader#ravenclaw#i love you to the moon and back
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♡ see the resemblance - s.b ♡
i'm so excited for christmas
platonic!sirius black x ravenclaw!reader, fem!reader, fun fluff blurb, introverted!reader, mention of alcohol, platonic nickname, if you don't celebrate christmas anon please request again i'll change it
your best friend convinces you to come to a christmas party
"sirius," you deadpanned, folding the clothes at the end of his bed because merlin knows he's incapable, "i don't want to come to your party."
he pouted, you rolled your eyes. he begged, you sighed. he threatened to scribble over your poetry anthology, you whacked him on the shoulder with it.
then he cheered victoriously and not at all quietly, pointing at the piece of parchment tacked to the wall above his bed. a signed statement saying you owed him a favour everytime you hit him with a piece of 'old literature'.
you cursed beneath your breath, and he patted you on the shoulder, "it won't be that bad, i'll be there!"
"joy." you muttered.
"you wound me, bug," he chirped back with a smile, "but we must press on. do you have something christmas-y to wear?"
you shrugged, "probably not, no."
sirius stared at you with a hand on his forehead as though re-evaluating your friendship and how he'd gotten here in the first place.
"okay, okay, well it's tomorrow, bug, so you might want to get on that."
"can i just get something off georgie?" you asked, referring to the girl he'd invited as his date. you knew her from before hogwarts, and you were comfortable enough with her to make such a request.
he groaned, "no! sending my best friend over to ask if she's excited to go with me sounds way too desperate!"
you frowned, "i'd be going over to ask for clothes?"
"oh, so you wouldn't even think to help poor me out and figure out how she's feeling about this?"
nodding as amicably as possible, "sirius, you're giving me a migraine. i'm going to get something off mary."
sirius clapped once in agreement, "yes! macdonald has good taste, i trust that decision."
"i have good taste," you defended, before cutting yourself off at the last syllable, and shaking your head, "alright, that's fair."
the next night, you swapped the blue of your robes for the lace snowflake-encrusted wintermint sweatshirt mary had lent you, smiling joyfully as she made you spin a few times in demonstration.
at first, you blended with the party, chattered to appease sirius, drunk a bit to loosen your nerves, swayed to the music on the edge of the crowd.
after fifteen minutes, however, you tucked yourself into a plush armchair and continued reading, tracing the fluff on your leg warmers absentmindedly.
it was only seconds after getting comfortable that sirius sauntered over to you to update you on the conversation he'd had with georgie about her pets and brothers.
"sirius black," you mumbled, "inaccurately labeled hogwarts most skilled player."
he scrunched up his face, "what'd you say?"
"i said- y'know what you're not going to remember any of this anyway. where's georgie?"
your easily distracted oaf of a best friend looked at the two drinks he held and almost spilt one to smack his forehead, "right! gotta go! look around for other psychos who came here against their will to read!"
surprisingly, you found a few, and made moments of conversation before both ends dropped it and returned to their reading, quite content.
it was half an hour after the chaos had cleared and you'd tidied up while your friends crashed on sofas all around you, that you spotted sirius and georgie in the corner, still awake and trying to take their respective eyeliners off.
you assisted and sirius laughed, "you're like my sister. see the resemblance?"
the latter line was directed at his date, who solemnly agreed, "almost identical!"
the two stared for a split second before breaking into fits of giggles, sirius calling out a hurried, "thanks bug!" as you left, flipping him off with an affectionate smile, to your far more welcoming bed.
all you'd learnt from tonight was that hitting sirius with old literature had no real offputting consequences.
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slytherin!atsumu x ravenclaw!fem reader ♡ part one
hogwarts au :D
i love the idea of slytherin atsumu so i had to write it for myself!! this is my first time posting my writing on tumblr so i hope you like it.
part one | part two
“Can I help you?” Tsukishima asked starkly. Your attention shifted from the potions book in front of you to the figure hovering over the table.
There, to the right of you, was Slytherin’s star Quidditch player: Miya Atsumu.
Atsumu sported a playful lopsided grin on his face; a grin that irritated your best friend, Tsukishima, to no end. He was up to no good and you could easily notice from the mischievous glint he held in his big brown eyes.
Everyone in Hogwarts knew the Miya twins, but Miya Atsumu was a unique kind of famous. He was an extraordinary Quidditch player that often garnered a lot of attention in any game he played. Watching him play was exhilarating and he sold many tickets because people would go out of their way to attend the games he played in. Even though he was well known for being such a talented athlete, he was more well known around Hogwarts for always getting in some sort of trouble. Atsumu could charm anyone and get out of anything with just his charming smile.
Girls would line up for him after his games, crowd the Slytherin section, and wear the Slytherin scarf around their necks even if they were in other houses. As he walked through the corridors, heads would turn if Miya Atsumu passed by. Hushed whispers of his name would reach his ears everywhere he went. Atsumu would always smile at everyone he encountered and say something flirty to any girl that bat her eyelashes at him.
Apparently, he even manages to charm the professors who are cursed to have him in their classes. All it takes are a few smooth words and a flash of his award-winning smile for him to get his way. And he always gets his way.
“Yeah ya can actually..” Atsumu started, glancing over his shoulder at his friends sat at the Slytherin table (who were staring at him intensely with amused looks on their faces) “I was wonderin’ yanno, like I usually do...”
“Spit it out so we can study in peace. It would be a miracle to study without hearing your grating voice a second longer.” Tsukishima’s words had no effect on the phony blonde but their eye contact proved otherwise. Both boys were sizing each other up through intense glares. Their eyes were saying something unknown to you.
“As I was sayin’...” Atsumu huffs, “I was wonderin’ if yer beautiful minds would be up to the task.” He said while putting his foot up on the bench and resting his elbow on his thigh so he could lean a little closer to the two of you. Atsumu had to finish this up quickly.
At the mere mention of challenge, Tsukishima’s interest was piqued. Your watchful eyes observed the glimpse of excitement flash in your friend’s expression. Tsukishima’s tells were subtle and if you were to put it simply, you could read your cold, emotionless friend like a book. After spending all these years by his side, you would not be able to call yourself his best friend if you could not do something as simple as read his body language.
“What is it, Miya?” You turned your body towards the Quidditch player, completely forgetting about the potions book you had your nose in only a minute ago.
His eyes met yours in an instant. To have his attention, if only for a couple of minutes, was incredibly suffocating. Atsumu’s gaze was captivating and in this moment, you understood why he has charmed so many people. To admit this to anyone was to utterly admit defeat. To admit that Atsumu might have caught your interest was the last thing you wanted. You did not want to be another girl added to his very, very long list.
You wanted this encounter to be over as soon as it started and Tsukishima shared the same sentiment. The three of you were all aware of the attention Atsumu had drawn to the Ravenclaw table in the Great Hall. Everyone was supposed to be quietly studying, but more often than not, most of the students ended up conversing as quietly as they could without getting in trouble. Depending on the professor, some study hall sessions could get rowdy. But today was Snape’s turn to supervise.
“What is Atsumu doing talking to them?”
“Doesn’t Tsukishima hate Miya? Hahahaha....he looks so bothered.”
“Why is Atsumu talking to (Name)? He should come over here instead...”
You tuned out all the whispers that had failed to do their job-- you could very well hear what they were saying and then some. From hearing people whispering and knowing their attention was on you made you feel uneasy. So uneasy that a sour look began to show on your face. Atsumu pretended not to notice.
“Are you just gonna stand there or what?” Tsukishima pointed out. “I’m sick of smelling your Slytherin stench from here.”
Tsukishima always knew exactly what to say to grind someone’s gears, especially Atsumu. Anytime Atsumu was in the vicinity, Tsukishima would tense up. Whenever you tried to pry for information, you were shut down. There was no telling what had happened between the two boys but you figured it must have been something serious for Tsukishima to hold such a grudge.
Atsumu’s smile faded as soon as Tsukishima’s snarky comment left his mouth. But before he could respond, a loud voice boomed from the other side of the hall.
“Mr. Miya!”
Everyone in the Great Hall flinched at Snape’s stern tone except for Atsumu and Tsukishima.
“(Name)...” Atsumu broke his intense eye contact with Tsukishima and turned to you with a forced smile. “I’ll find ya after potions tomorrow.”
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my favorite relationship dynamic headcanon is that ravenclaw always cheats at tabletop games and hufflepuff just sits there thinking they should be professional players
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Of studying and staring (Ominis Gaunt x Original Female Character)
Catherine Blacksmith took great solace in the DADA extracurricular meetings. Not only did it help with her desire to excel in this field of magic, but also indulged in spending more time with Ominis Gaunt, for what Ravenclaw Prefect could not be happier about.
She did not know the boy very well till their fourth year of studying, since he spent most of his time with Sallow twins and she enjoyed the company of Samantha and other fellow Ravenclaws. However, during last year professor Hecat advised them both to meet up with her for some additional studying, and Catherine eagerly agreed.
It was at those classes she realized just how gifted and humble Ominis was, how his smile was so unlike his cold demeanor – it was soft and gentle, and amusingly unclouded. She found out how strongly Ominis felt against “pure-blood nonsense”, and how he liked to hum little melodies when he was at peace with his mind. She enjoyed speaking with him, as the Slytherin boy was quite well-educated and eager to discuss difficult points of classes and charms, and even politics.
Catherine was not exactly enamored with him, or so she wished to believe, the girl just found Ominis incredibly interesting and, if she was honest with herself, quite a good-looking man. His pale skin seemed not to be touched by the sun though it was blessed with the constellations of birthmarks. His light hair was always well combed as the Slytherin boy could not tolerate any mess and dishevelment regarding his own appearance. His fingers were long and delicate, sometimes tapping the unknown rhythm on the table. Ominis, as she took notice, was shorter and slimmer than Sebastian, nevertheless remaining quite tall himself.
As the time passed by, darkened by the unfortunate cursing of Anne Sallow following by her absence from school and, on the contrary, lightened up by appearance of the new Hufflepuff (who was fast to become one of her closest friends), Catherine found herself more and more courageous which resulted in her staring at Ominis’s face with the alarming frequency. She was glad he could not notice her quick glances as he explained the new topic to her or was attentively listening to her own speech. And if professor Hecat ever saw something, she did not raise a brow.
Unfortunately, Ravenclaw prefect was foolish enough to believe that this would continue forever. However, during their study session in the shade of the fountain, Ominis once stopped talking and all of a sudden asked, “Why are you staring at me, Catherine?”. By the looks of his slightly tilted head, the Slytherin boy had to be quite confused with the situation, “Is something wrong?”, he added.
Catherine felt the blood rushing to her cheeks and making them of brighter color than the crimson sunset itself. “What?”, she exclaimed, not wanting her tone to appear as nervous as her heart truly was, “No! I wasn’t staring...I…I was looking at something behind you!”
“And what that might be? A cat, perhaps?”, Ominis specified, knowing her utter adoration with the felines that were living in the castle.
“Yes, indeed!”, eagerly reaffirmed the blushing girl, “It was a very mesmerizing black cat”.
“I knew that you would be distracted by something”, admitted the boy, continuing to make notes in his parchment, “We should avoid studying in such crowded spaces”.
“I take great liking in this place, and you are quite aware of it!”, she responded with a hint of annoyance in her tone, “If you dislike it, you can go and study by yourself in the dungeons…”
“You can't banish me!”, exclaimed Ominis, making the girl’s lips turn into a smile. “This is my studying place as equally as yours, miss Prefect!”.
As soon as she wanted to continue studying (and, perhaps, staring) in peace, their company was rudely interrupted by none other than Sebastian Sallow.
“Found you!”, he almost shouted, concentrating his gaze on Ominis and seemingly ignoring Catherine, which made her frown in displeasure.
“Sebastian?”, the boy turned his head to his oldest friend in confusion, “Is something wrong, you sound quite…rushed?”
“I am in deer need of your help, my friend”, he lowered his voice, “It is quite urgent, but as you are occupied, as it may seem, I will be waiting for you, well, you know where”, then he added with almost unnoticeable softness, “Marion and I will be waiting”
Ominis exhaled with, what Catherine assumed, was the sigh of annoyance. She knew that her friend and the Gaunt were not close with each other. That had something to do, she believed, with Hufflepuff getting much of Sebastian’s attention lately.
“I will come with you, God knows what you would do if I am not there to supervise you”, he declared his sincere apologies to Catherine then and went off to whatever mischief they were about to commit with his friend.
Catherine thought to herself that she did not quite believe in the grand romantic future between Ominis and her. However she knew that the two of them cared about each other, found their conversations interesting and engaging, and for now that was more than enough.
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"Masks On"
this is almost definitely the longest thing I've written for a post here so far.
It's 1856 words and proofread so there shouldn't be too many mistakes remaining.
summary: It's your first year going to the annual Halloween party at Hogwarts. When you were about to leave early, a mystery person stops you, and instead, you have the best night of your life. Only thing is, can you find them again in the morning?
reader is a female ravenclaw
"This year's party is going to be great! Don't miss it!" A Slytherin student said, shoving a folded piece of paper into your hand. You know what it must be for, but it's the first time you are invited. You unfold the paper and read it as you finish your walk to class.
"Masks On" is a party that rotates common rooms every year. An older student, usually Head boy/girl, soundproofs the common room while the younger students go straight to their dorms after the Halloween feast. The idea behind the masks is that no one has to know who you are so it's a judgment free place where you can just have fun.
You already have your costume picked but haven't told anyone, you want to be mysterious. The poster reminds you to make sure you find a Slytherin on the organization team to get your name on the list.
❖☾❖☆❖☾❖☆❖☾❖☆❖☾❖☆❖☾❖☆❖☾❖☆❖
After you have done everything in preparation for the holiday, you had let it slip your mind until two Gryffindor students stood up on their table at breakfast and set off a firework that burst into giant letters, which they echo with yells,
"HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!"
"FRED! GEORGE! OFF THE TABLE!!" Professor Mcgonagall yelled after them as they ran out of the great hall.
The only thing harder than trying to get any work done the day of Halloween was trying to teach a class. For this reason, most teachers had simply given up and let students talk amongst themselves after little to no work was done. You took this time to get your remaining homework done, blocking out the whispers of excitement around you.
In the common room awaiting the feast, students with more elaborate costumes started to get ready while others hung out with the younger years in the common room. You were among the later group.
The feast was amazing as usual but you forced yourself to stop before you would get sleepy. When the plates and platters cleared of food, you went to change into your costume so you could head down to the party.
You obviously weren't the only person who didn't join the party at the feast’s end, so after putting on your ghost costume, you waited for a group to form in the common room before walking down with them.
"Are you excited?" a Dementor asks your group as you approach the entrance to the party. They were responded to with a cheer and various positive responses.
Finally in the Slytherin common room, you could definitely tell who must be either muggle-born or in muggle studies by their costumes. Not knowing what to do with yourself, you sit on a sofa near the drinks.
You start to regret coming, you knew stuff like this wasn’t really your scene anyway. But just as you are about to leave, a skeleton comes up to you.
"Hello, lovely! Why aren't you dancing?" They ask, leaning on the arm of the sofa. "I bet you’re better than at least half of these people." They say, nodding to the dance floor set up in the middle of the room.
"Are you... hitting on a ghost?" You say, grinning under your sheet.
"Not quite yet," There's a pause and you somehow know they winked under their mask. They hold out their hand and you take it.
"You know nobody saw that wink, right? It was pointless," You say as they pull you onto the dance floor.
"It would have been pointless if you didn’t pick up on it." You both fall silent, dancing together.
"A ghost and a skeleton, that's a love story I'd read a book about!" Someone comments, dancing nearby.
"The Spirit and the Remains..." the mystery skeleton considers.
"And hope the twist ending isn't that you were once my body." You say, trying to stall the romance theme the conversation was taking. After all, you don't even know who you’re talking to.
The skeleton thinks for a few seconds before shaking their head. "Not possible, I must be possessed by my spirit or I wouldn't have consciousness."
You want to be annoyed, but instead, you’re a bit impressed. "What Tethers our Soul," You say, naming a better title for the suggested story.
"Because my soul is still tethered to my body, yours to earth and ours together... that's very clever."
"More so when you leave it unexplained."
You look at each other, knowing you're both smiling, still swaying to the music surrounding you.
"You should be a writer, write me a love story." Skeleton says, picking up the energy as the song changes.
"I'll be sure to make it out to 'The skeleton that spoke to me once at a party'."
Skeleton moves closer to you, "I was hoping I'd be something more to you by then..." they say softly, "At least, 'The Skeleton boy who inspired this romance and saw the writer in my soul'." They say, voice becoming less seductive after the dramatic pause.
"Skeleton boy?" You say, intrigued to have started learning about this mystery man in front of you.
"... Who inspired this romance and saw the writer in your soul, yes."
"I wouldn't say you inspired a romance novel yet..." You say, looking into Skeleton's eyes.
"Of course not. We're still on the first chapter." He says, taking your hand and spinning you, though it wasn't appropriate for the current song.
You dance until the partygoers have started to clear out. When the room is considerably more empty than it had been when you first found each other, he took one of his gloves off and rolled up his sleeve to check the time. You stare at the ring on his middle finger.
"I really like your ring..." You say, much less smooth than you had been hours before, when you had more energy.
He smiles and takes it off, placing it in your hand. "Then take it with you, as a promise we'll meet again?" He offers. You accept and put it on your thumb, the only place it would fit on your hand.
"You like playing undead Cinderella, Skeleton boy?" You ask as you head out of the common room together.
"I'm not sure yet, you'll be my first Prince Charming." Before you part ways, he winks his light gray eye and you can almost feel him grin as you analyze the only revealed part of his face.
Your heart drops as you head back to your own common room, what if you can't find him tomorrow? What if he thinks you're ugly when you do find him again?
When you flop into bed, your final question before you sleep is why do you care? You don't even know his name!
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You wake up late the next day. You fail to tame your messy hair and throw on a sweater and your uniform skirt. When you enter the common room, everyone looks at you and some grin.
"Rough night, y/n?" An older boy teases, looking you up and down.
"Bloody hell- get a life!" You say, leaving for the great hall, hoping you woke up early enough for a breakfast. No such luck. The tables are empty. But you do see someone nearby, a Hufflepuff girl.
"Oh, hey! Ravenclaw!" She calls you.
You walk toward the girl, confused since you don’t really know her.
"Did you just wake up?" She asks.
"Yeah, how can you tell?” You joke, “Was just hoping for some breakfast." You continue.
"Come with me, we'll get you something."
You follow the girl. As she taps around a painting, you think this must be the Hufflepuff common room.
Instead, she takes you through a hall and into a kitchen filled with house elves.
"Hello, could I bother you for breakfast? Just some..." She trails off, looking at you.
"Bacon and eggs, if you don't mind." You say.
A few house elves nod and get to work.
"If you don't want to eat alone, I could let you into the common room." The Hufflepuff girl offers.
"Sure, that'd be nice." You say, smiling at her.
A house elf presents you with a plate. You and the girl thank the elves before leaving.
"You have a nice ring." She points out on the way back down the hall.
"Yeah, a guy gave it to me last night. I have no idea who it was."
"Hm.. I don't know, but it looks familiar."
You sit down at a table and take in the other people in the room, mainly their eyes. What color were his eyes again…?
While you eat, a tall boy enters the room. Neat brown hair, beautiful light gray eyes and a stunning white smile as he looks at you. Wait, no, he's looking at the girl with you.
"Hey, Cedric!" She smiles. You feel bad for staring and try to look anywhere else. You're looking for someone you were flirting with just last night! You can't look at this kind girl's boyfriend!
"Hello, Hannah. Who's your friend?"
You suddenly grow aware of your super messy hair. He didn't laugh at it... but of course not, he's a Hufflepuff, most would never.
"Y/n, and I was just leaving, so you two can-" You start, standing up.
They both look at you oddly. "...be alone... what? Why are you both looking at me like I spoke parseltongue?!"
"You think we're..?" Hannah trails off, failing to hold back a laugh.
"Don't laugh, Abbott. She couldn’t have known," even while defending you, you could tell he was holding back a chuckle.
"So, the library was no luck?" Hannah asks Cedric after the air of humor dies out.
"No, I'm starting to think I should have asked for their name or something." He sighs.
"Now, that wouldn't be worthy of a romance novel, Diggory. True teenage romance novel status can only come with patience and hard work!" Hannah declares encouragingly.
"Sounds like a lot of guys are searching for their Halloween themed love story." You say.
"What do you mean by that, y/n?" Cedric asks.
"Last night the guy I was talking to was saying I should write him a romance novel." You put on a dramatic voice, "What Tethers our Soul, a love story between a skeleton boy and a ghost girl."
The two Hufflepuffs look at each other, making you feel like you were missing something.
"Diggory, didn't you mention giving your mystery person a ring at the end of the night?" She asks, like a detective on a case.
"I do remember mentioning that…" Cedric recalls, causing Hannah to giggle.
"I think your Cinderella was playing Sleeping Beauty all morning, that's why you couldn't find her." She takes your hand and shows off Cedric's ring on your thumb.
You realize what's going on and take the ring off, holding it out to Cedric. He takes it and your hand, putting the ring back on your thumb, "Have I inspired a romance yet?" he asks.
"Are you flirting with a ghost?" you ask.
"I suppose I am, are you prepared to write a very long romance novel?"
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ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɪᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ʏᴏᴜ. ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ… ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ.
Harry James Potter x OC
Marauders alive. Wolfstar.
Masterlist.
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When her eyes opened, all Love could see was bricked ceiling, she focus on a single brick, it bother her, it was the only brick crocked, and tilted, messing up the symmetrical formation of the ceiling. Her focus then was snatched by the dull throb in her head and face, it wasn't exactly painful, but it was bothersome, like a nagging itch she couldn't reach. And who the hell was talking?
"For Rowena's sake, put those potions away."
"Uhm No? I'm trying to figure out which one I can throw at Potter without going to Azkaban."
"Say it louder, why don't you? His sodding uncle is somewhere in the room chatting with Madam Pomfrey, Padma. And not to mention, his father's an Auror for the Ministry, your arse would be in jail before you even throw the potion at his son, who is one of the most famous people in bloody Britain, mind you."
"Worth a shot... Hey Emma, if I ever get arrested would you speak for me at the Wizengamot?"
"No."
"...Rude, I would do it for you, twat."
"Y'know how I feel about the Ministry and Aurors. They are a corrupt organization that–"
"Only seek power for themselves and never let the public know what is going on unless it benefits them."
"Well, they are, I mean look at the Pettigrew situation, I bet my life that the Ministry kept it a secret until they realize they weren't getting anywhere near capturing Pettigrew again, that's bloody wrong, that murderer has been out and about for Merlin knows how long before they told us anything, risking our lives and for what?"
"Have you stopped and thought that perhaps they didn't want to tell us to keep the masses calm?"
"That's the thing, Padma, the Ministry can't just simply decide what it is going to do in secrecy and later on present it to the people, things can go wrong very quickly. And don't even let me get started on the people who run it, or are actively part of it..."
"Yeah, I'll give you that one. Some higher-ups need a full investigation, starting with Malfoy."
"Ugh, I can't believe they let someone like him be part of it–"
"Shut up, my head hurts." Love mumbled, her eyes closing as she feels her brain aching, she reckons is because of the discussion her friends were having about politics, of all things.
"Love!!" Both her friends exclaimed, jolting up from wherever they were and coming next to her, each on either side of her.
"Rowena Love, you gave us a right scare," Padma said, looking down at her a frown on her face, her mouth stretched on a small grin.
Love looks between her friends, slowly trying to seat up "Sorry?"
"A sorry doesn't cut it, it was irritating," Emma huffs, pursing his lips in indignation, but the crease on her eyebrows was giving away how actually worried he was for her. "And stop moving so much, wait for Madam Pomfrey before something else happens to you because you were careless."
"Oh relax Emma, it's not like it's her fault she's here," Padma says, rolling her eyes at the boy in front of her.
Love blinks, a frown making its way to her face as she tries to recall how she manages to get- which she guesses now- the Hospital Wing yet coming up with no answer, last she remembers was sitting on the fountain with Emma and Padma and then... Harry Potter walked up to her, didn't he? He gave her something...?
"What happened?" Love asks, ignoring Emma's protest as she seats up and leans against the bedframe.
Before either could answer Madam Pomfrey came out of her office with Professor Lupin in tow, both coming up to her.
"Ah, Miss Emerson, glad you're awake," Said the old healer when she realize Love was moving again. Padma and Emmanuel move out of her way as she approaches the bed and began to examine her nose, and when she was satisfied her head. "Anything hurts? Nausea?"
"I just have a slight headache, that's all," Love told her giving her a lip-tight smile.
"Does she has a concussion?" Emma asks sheepishly looking between Love and Madam Pomfrey.
"I believe she does." Madam Pormfrey nods, leaning back. "You receive quite the hit, Miss Emerson, but thankfully it was nothing serious, I believe a Pepperup Potion would do the trick with that headache,"
With a flick of her wand, Madam Pomfrey summons the vial of potion and hands it to her. "Drink this wait a few minutes and then you are free to go, however, if at any point you feel nausea or get another headache come right away, is that clear?"
"Crystal, thank you, Madam Pomfrey." Love sends her a grateful smile.
The old healer left without a moment to spare, leaving four people behind, making Love aware of the presence of the fourth member of the small group, Professor Lupin who was giving Love a sympathetic smile as she drank the potion.
"How are you feeling, Miss Emerson?" He asks.
Love sends him a smile, trying to ignore the faint flutter in her stomach for having the attention of the handsome professor and the embarrassment of having steam blowing out of her ears as that happens. "Fine... just a little confused about what happened?"
Professor Lupin's smile turns into a subtle grimace, "Right, about that..."
"Long story short, the boy who lived knocked you out," Padma spoke, interrupting the professor and making Love snap her head in her direction.
Love blinks, "I'm sorry, what?"
"Yep, out cold but that was after he broke your nose." Padma let out a chuckle.
"For Rowena's– Padma!" Emma scolded the girl, a disapproving frown on his face.
Padma rolls her eyes, yet the smile was still present. "Did he not?"
"Yes but have more tact about it, stop laughing."
"Wait wait," Love waves her hands, looking confused, "How did all that happen?"
Emma purses his lips, tilting his head "Well, actually I'm quite confused myself..."
"It all happened so fast, Love, you wouldn't believe it," Padma snickers for a moment too long making Emmanuel push her arm with a pointed look. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry but you've to admit it was pretty funny."
Emma stares at Padma for a second before looking away, a grin forming on his face before his shoulders began to shake with a silent laugh, making Padma snort once again all the while Love and Professor Remus watch them burst into laughter. Love was dumbfounded that her friends were laughing at her or her expanse yet not surprised, she glance at Lupin who had a hand over his mouth, shaking his head, he looked amused? Or maybe he was cringing? One of the two, Love couldn't decide.
"Sure, yeah I know my pain amuses you, but when you lot stop laughing at me can you please answer my bloody question?" Love huffs, crossing her arms.
"Oh, Love we are not laughing at you," Padma said, ceasing her laugh.
"You're not?"
"No, we are uh– " Emmanuel rolls his eyes, he glances at the professor before stopping his laugh altogether.
"Potter, we are laughing about Potter." Padma turns to the professor, who has now his arms crossed, letting his arms look toned under his shirt. Christ all mighty, isn't he so handsome? "Sorry, but it was funny, sir."
Lupin waves a hand dismissively, a small grin on his scarred handsome face. "No, no I can... I understand," He turned his chocolate eyes towards her which shinned with sincerity. "However, I do hope you know it was an accident, Love. Harry would never do that on purpose."
"I know..." Love trails off, "I mean, I don't know him but he doesn't seem like the type to knock someone out for a laugh, but none of you has answered my question as to how did that happen?" She looks between them in expectation.
"More like what didn't happen," Emmanuel mumbled sharing a look with Padma.
That afternoon Love came to find out that conversing with the famous Harry Potter could lead to possible injuries, for not even a five-minute conversation of him fundamentally giving her beloved journal back led her to a visit to the hospital wing. Love, despite it all, not only thought it was funny but she felt thankful for the boy, If it hadn't been for him, who knows when she would have found the journal, maybe she wouldn't have been able to, so, she decided then that she should thank him for giving her her journal back the next time she sees him.
Easier said than done...
The next day, Love woke up good as new, with no headache, no dull pain, no nothing, all thanks to Madam Pomfrey and her abilities, not that Love ever her skills. She almost forgot it happen if it weren't for the people asking about it.
"Is it true?" Cho Chang asks, sitting next to Love at the Ravenclaw table.
It was the next morning, Emmanuel, Love and Padam were sitting at their table in the Great Hall when Cho came up to her like a few people had done already and asked her about the incident.
"Yes," Love mumbled as she drink her pumpkin juice. "But I'm fine."
"That's good. Y'know, I barely believed Marie told me that you got knocked out, and by Harry Potter no less." The older Ravenclaw said, helping herself a serving of eggs.
Love hums, and shrugs. "Yeah, well, as much as I appreciate the headache, I know It was an accident,"
"I sure hope it was, it sounded horrid, that did," Cho said, nudging Love slightly.
"What did Marietta tell you about how it happened?" Padma asks, entering their conversation smoothly.
Cho turns to her, "That Harry came up to her, headbutt her and then pushed her into the fountain where you apparently cut your skull open," She sends Love's head a look, "But I know she has the tendency to exaggerate, so I know it wasn't that bad."
"It wasn't," Love deadpanned, "This is how rumours start, the next thing you know I've been cursed to death."
Padma chuckles, shaking her head in amusement. "But In a way, Potter did all that, though."
"Stop it," Love sighed sending her friend a look, her eyes subconsciously travelling to the red and golden table, searching for the boy with untidy black hair, yet no matter how much she look for him, he wasn't there. She must have missed him or perhaps he already left.
"Let's chat about something else," Love interrupted Padma mid-explanation about how she felt in the fountain.
Padma scoffs, leaning back to look at Love. "Like what? There's nothing as interesting as your concussion right now."
Cho giggles at the glare Love sends Padma, she reaches out and wraps an arm around Love soothing her. "What would you like to chat about, my mucker?"
"Dunno," Love shrugs, nursing the last of her cereal as a random thought pops up. "When does Quidditch season starts?"
"Two weeks into November," Emmanuel answered glancing quickly at the girls, the first time he spoke since Cho joined them.
"Bloody hell, it's just around the corner." Cho sighs, rubbing her forehead. "No wonder why Davis is forcing us to wake up at dawn."
Cho was also part of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, she plays as the seeker, and is pretty skilled too.
Padma scoffs, wiping her mouth with a napkin. "No, it's not, Davis is just being dramatic, we play on the second game, and there's plenty of time to practice."
"Better be well prepared, and we have it easy compared to some teams, " Said Cho, sending a look at the Slytherin table. "I heard Flint is making his team practice on our to end with no breaks and don't even get me started on Woods..."
Padma and Cho then began to discuss their team's practice management, Emma piped up a few times and Love had little interest in that so she stayed quiet for the most part, she was just glad she managed to change the subject successfully. Love took another glance at the Gryffindor table to no avail, Harry Potter wasn't there, however, his friend, Ron Weasley, she believes his name is, was eating away a pile of sausages and Hermione, who was pocketing a pastry into her satchel.
Odd, maybe she can catch Harry some other time.
Soon enough the bell rang and Love, Padma and Emmanuel were making their way to their first class of the day, charms, dodging running students and those who didn't watch where they were walking. Once in class, as Love was making her way to her usual seat, Professor Flitwick's high pitch voice called for her. Turning, Love made her way to his desk where he was standing on a couple of books to see her.
"Hello, Sir." Love greeted, sending the head of her house a smile.
Flitwick returns the smile. "Miss Emerson, I heard you were sent to the Hospital Wing yesterday, is everything well now?"
Love purses her lips, a bit annoyed that even the professors knew about what happened because as much as she found it slightly amusing at first it was beginning to get a bit embarrassing, the thought that maybe a good quarter of Hogwarts population saw her like that and most of them were whispering about it was distressing.
"Just a little bump in the head sir, nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn't fix." Love answered, trying her best to look as unaffected as possible.
"Good good." Said Flitwick, nodding his head in satisfaction. "I was concerned when I heard you were unconscious,"
Love's smile became sincere, she was touched by her professor's concern. "It's all well now, sir."
"And I am glad that is. Now, you tell me if you feel faint or anything, understand?" Flitwick told her, giving her a pointed look with warm eyes.
"Of course, thank you, sir," Love told him, she went to turn but he called her again.
Flitwick wave his wand, although it was more like a quick twitch and cupcake settle in front of Love, dancing in her direction. He nudge the pastry with his head but he didn't say anything just smiled at her. Love mirrored his smile taking the dancing cake, "Thank you, sir."
She then went to the seat next to Emmanuel, who already had all his books, quills and ink out. He send her a look when she slid down on her seat.
"Professor Flitwick gave you a cupcake?"
Love beams and nods as she places the pastry on the table to get her books out.
"For what?"
Before Love could answer, Padma piped in from Emma's other side, popping her head to look at Love. "What do you mean 'for what'? Obviously, because she got half beat up, genius."
"Really?" Emma huffs, crossing his arms. "A sympathy cupcake?"
"Pretty much," Love confirms, nodding her head.
Padma groans, pouting at the cupcake. "I wish I could get one,"
"Well, I can always hex you into oblivion, if you want." Love teases with a grin.
"Ha. Ha, very funny, but jokes on you, I win either way, because not only will you get detention but I'll get a cupcake" Padma told her, pushing the side of Emma to make his shoulder hit Love's.
"Oi, you sod." Emma huffs, fixing himself. "This dolt is right Love, instead of getting detention we should call Harry Potter, perchance he could do us a favour and knock this one out too."
Padma began to giggle, as well as Love. "That's awful."
"Come to think of it, he must be mortified," Padma told them, resting her elbows on the table. "He went from flirter to assailant, real quick."
"Flirter?" Love parroted confused.
Before she could ask Padma to elaborate, the class began and Love decided to forget about it and concentrate on the lesson. They were learning Carpe Retractum Spell, in other words, the seize and pull charm; a charm that produced a magical, retractable cord of light, that could be used to pull objects towards the caster, or, if the target was fixed in place, to pull the caster towards the target, according to her textbook.
The class was watching as Flitwick cast the charm, Carpe Retratum, on a pot of flowers, and the pot flew towards him for him to easily catch. Flitwick began to explain the charm and how it worked, when it was the best time to cast it and what it should be cast on before prompting his students, one by one to go in front of the class and cast the charm. Love was able to get the charm right, although it took a bit of force from her to make the pot fly steady towards her.
Soon, the class came to an end, but just before the Ravenclaws could leave their head of house asked for the Hogsmeade permission forms, which most students were more than eager to give away like Love and Emma but others, like Padma, who didn't have it with them at the moment were being told they can give it to him before Halloween day, which was in a few days.
"I know I sound like a broken record but I can't wait, I have the jitters and shit," Padma said as they were walking to their next class, Herbology.
Love nodded, chuckling with a smile stretching on her face. "Me neither, there are so many things I want to do, like go to Honeyducks..."
"Oh, my days, Honeyduck is not going to be ready for what's coming, I am going to raid that store."
"And the Shrieking Shack," Emmanuel added.
Padma made a sound from the back of her throat that sounded hesitant, "I'm not a fan of getting chased by malevolent spirits,"
"That's just a stupid rumour, Padma." Emma scoffs, turning towards her.
Padma shrugged, holding her hands up innocently. "I dunno that, but I'll rather not risk it. I don't play with that stuff."
"Oh, come on, Paddy, It can't be that bad, " Love nudges the girl with her shoulder, "Think about it if it really were evil spirits there do you think it students would visit it?"
"Because some people are pretty bloody stupid... but I'll do it if you do it." Padma sighs, defeated.
Love smiles, and intertwined her arm with hers and then with Emma's, who grunted but didn't move away. "It's going to be fun."
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Days later, Love found herself walking towards owlery with several letters in her hand, she wanted to send them to her family, one letter for her mum, one for her mami, one for Tara, one for Kiara and one for Ezra. It might seem excessive but Love since her first year has done it this way, and it stayed that way, in a way it cure her homesickness.
As she was making her way through the halls of the school, thinking to herself that maybe it was time to invest in a pet owl, (sure, Padma usually urges her to use hers, Akash, but Love always declines, one never knows when something urgent happens to her or Parvati and she needs to send her parents a letter) when Love thought she caught a glimpse of Harry Potter, making a halt on her steps to focus her sight, she tries to search for the messy hair among the people once again but fails to find it, she only founds a taller and older version of him, it was undoubtedly his father, James Potter, looking confused.
"Cabron." She mumbles under her breath before continuing to walk.
Love never thought in her years of life that she'll have so much trouble getting in close proximity to someone. Since that day of the accident, Harry Potter has been avoiding her like a plague, it was getting ridiculous, even in the classes they shared, like Defense Against the Dark Arts, he made sure to sit the farthest away from where she is and is the first out the door as soon as the bell rings, she even caught him turning around when she was walking on his direction yesterday and speed-walk away. It was truly absurd, anyone who didn't know better would think Love was the one who kayoed him.
However, she wasn't giving up, call her stubborn but it hasn't even been a week, besides, her mothers always thought her to say thank you when needed, and she felt like she needed to thank him. She'll give it another week, if he keeps dodging her then she'll just send him a letter through Hermione or something.
Climbing the dreaded steps of the west tower, Love finally arrived at the owlery, cursing herself for forgetting her robes when she entered the owlery, for the circular room was rather chilly due to the lack of glass on the plethora of windows on the tower. She quickly went to find a school owl, trying not to cringe when she accidentally stepped on the bone of a mouse and they crunch under her shoe, picking a grey barn owl with big black eyes. Love fed him some of the peanuts Padma gives Akash before giving it to the letters, muttering her home address.
Love pats the owl on the head as it nips the last of the peanuts. "Thank you,"
"Pretty owl," A voice suddenly said, making Love jolt out of her skin with a gasp. She snapped her head to the owner of the voice, startled and found a familiar Hufflepuff boy, it was Ernie Macmillan, the blonde was awkwardly standing near the exit, with his hands tucked in the trousers pockets.
"Bloody Rowena, you scare the living magic out of me," Love breaths out, holding a hand to her heart.
Ernie's round cheeks began to change colour, from pale to crimson, "I'm sorry, It wasn't my intention to startle you."
"It's fine," Love lets out a breathy chuckle, trying to get her heart to beat normally again, "You just caught me by surprise, that's all."
"Right," Ernie nodded, he bit his lips and stayed quiet making Love think he was done speaking, so she turned back to the owl as it soared out of the tower with the letters clutched on its peak.
"You have a pretty owl,"
Erinies words made her turn from the window to where he was still standing at the entrance, Love huffs a laugh, shaking her head. "That's one of the school's owls, I don't own any... though I probably should,"
"Oh, yes, well, it'll make your life easier, I supposed," Ernie said, walking into the cold owlery. "I mean, I wouldn't know really, I've never used the school's owl before, I do own an owl, a Long-eared owl,"
Love hums, she nodded in acknowledgement, "Nice... though, I can't say I know much about owls to know anything about them."
"My owl it's really impressive, she's one of the fastest birds there is, not to mention her hunting ability, truly, my owl is of the top three most elegant owls in Hogwarts." The boy proudly praises his owl, Love even notices a change in his chest, a puff that wasn't there before.
"Woah, your owl sounds cool, is she here?" Love asks, looking at the many owls on the walls.
Ernie's puff chest deflated a bit, he purses his lips. "Eh- not- not right now, I sent her away this morning."
"Oh," Love blinks, a bit confused. "Then... why are you here?"
Ernie glances at the owl-dropping covered floor, away from her as his cheeks turn crimson once again, "I, well, I saw you in the hallway and I wanted to speak with you,"
"Me? Why?" Love asks, frowning in confusion, wrapping her arms around herself as a gush of chilly air pass through the windows of the tower.
She's confused as to why he followed her all the way here, last she remembers she hasn't spoken to him in a few weeks, what did they talk about? Hell, she couldn't remember but it must have been important if he climb all those stairs to talk to her.
"I heard what happen, with Potter..." Ernie told her, switching his weight between his legs.
Love frowns deepened, is that what he needed to talk to me about? "Yeah... but I'm alright now."
"It must have been awful,"
"It was an accident," Love bit her lips. Ernie was shifting nervously on his feet, and it was making her anxious. "Is that all you wanted to talk to me about?"
Ernie shook his head fervently, turning redder than before "No, no, I just wanted to– to erm... are you going to Hogsmeade and would you like to go with me?"
Love felt the anxiety Ernie was subconsciously sending her skyrocket at the question that left his mouth. Suddenly, she remembers the talk she had with Hanna Abbot in transfiguration class weeks ago.
"I..." Love gulped down her anxiety, she hadn't thought about it, with everything that has happen it skipped her mind and now she has to make a quick decision, "I was planning on going with Padma and Emmanuel,"
"But you are always with them, if you tell them you're going on a date they'll understand, surely," Ernie persists, taking a few steps towards her yet keeping space between them.
Love bit her lips, glancing away. She liked Ernie, he was nice, she knows he was smart and cute, and all the interactions she has had with him were pleasant enough, still, she hardly knows him, which is why this is so surprising for her, and stressing at the same time. She didn't want him to feel rejected but she didn't want to accept his invitation either.
"Well, I- I supposed they could but–" Before she could finish her thought, Ernie took another step towards her, making her feel slightly trapped.
"Is that a yes?" He asks with a large smile stretching on his face.
Before Love realize it, her head was moving, in a short series of up and down. She was nodding, "Why not? It could be fun."
And it could be, right? She should give it a go.
"Great, that's excellent." Ernie's smile was large, and Love almost could see all his teeth, he took the last steps closer to her and grabbed her hand which compared to his, was frozen but Ernie didn't seem to notice. "We should meet at the entrance, that is where McGonagall is going to take us to the village."
"Sure, yeah... okie-dokie." Love chuckles awkwardly, now she was the one shifting on her feet.
Ernie nodded, letting go of her hand. "Grand!! Well, I'll see you then,"
"In a while crocodile," Love hold her thumbs up as he left the tower.
When she knew he was no longer in hearing distance, Love sighs loudly, closing her eyes, and running a hand over her face, "Why did I just say no?" She slaps her forehead repeatedly, "Why? Why? Why?" She then groans. "In a while crocodile? Thumbs up? For fucks sake what's wrong with me?"
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Harry Potter has a gift, and no, it's not his innate magic or his Quidditch skills, or even his talent with Wizarding chest which may not be as great as Ron's or his mother it was still respectable, no, none of that was his gift, nothing but his ability for things to always somehow go wrong for him, for bad things to happen.
It is a proven theory now, is it not?
First year, the year where he has supposed to make friends, get to know Hogwarts, and cause mischief because why not? Harry got caught up with the philosopher stone mess, almost got eaten, asphyxiate by plants, was attacked by giant pieces of chess and faced Voldemort for the first– or well, the second time in his life. Second year, once again he was supposed to make friends, focus on Quidditch and his studies, and cause some actual mischief, all that got thrown away the moment he talked to that sodding snake, and everyone thought he was the Slytherin heir, not to mention he yet again was closed to being eaten alive and face Voldemort for a third time, a younger version of him but still. Now, this year didn't start the best, not when the man who sold his parents to Voldemort escaped the unescapable prison, but nevertheless, Harry didn't let that stop him, he still wanted to have a peaceful year, go to Hogsmeade with the friends he managed to make, finally win the Quidditch cup, now that his uncle was here perhaps apply himself more when it comes to his studies, and if it all went well, ask Love Emerson on a date... but like aforementioned, he has a knack for things to never happen the way he wanted them to.
But how- in merlin's name- was it possible for things to go so flipping badly?
There he was, talking to his long-time crush, she was smiling at him, actually smiling at him, talking to him, laughing with him and then, before he knew it, Harry went and knocked her out. And if that's not the worst thing that could have happened, half of Hogwarts knew about it too, and they were whispering, which is something Harry was used to at this point of his life, however, this time was way worst. Those whispers were serving as a reminder of what he had done, not that he could ever forget about it, it's not every day you broke the girl you fancy nose or get her unconscious.
"Harry, mate can you lend me a quill?" Ron asks, looking down at his damaged quill. "I left my good one back in our room... Harry?"
Ron turn his head to the side, where his best friend was supposed to be sitting doing his charms essay, only to find an empty space making him frown.
"Oh honestly," Hermione mumbled as Harry came up from under the table, glancing about before seating on his former chair, ignoring Hermione's statement.
Ron looks at him perplexed, yet not surprised. "What in Godric's name are you doing?"
"I just thought I saw..." Harry didn't need to finish, both his friends knew who he was speaking about.
"Emerson?" Ron scoffs, shaking his head, "Mate, we already scour the library. She's not here."
They were sitting at a table near the back of the library, almost hidden but still present, per Harry's request. They were writing their charms essay about the Carpe Retractum Spell for their next class.
Hermione sighs, her eyes leaving the pages of the book to Harry. "You need to stop avoiding her, Harry."
"And say what?" It's been almost a week since the incident and all Harry has done is avoid her, because how is he supposed to face her now? "I doubt she wants me anywhere near her now, anyways."
"You can start with an apology, have you done that yet?" Hermione told him, sending him a look.
Harry groans, head falling on the table and shakes it. He couldn't face her. So much for a Gryffindor's bravery, huh?
"Reckon he's afraid next time he speaks with her he'll end up giving her a shinner," Ron mutters, sniffling a laugh.
"Ron!" Hermione scolds him while Harry hit his head on the table.
"Sorry Harry, but It was horrible but funny to watch," Ron said, chuckling softly.
Hermione rolled her eyes and turns to Harry, a sympathetic gaze in her eyes. "Harry, I really think you should talk to her, I am sure she knows it was an accident."
"Hermione, I can't—"
"Yes, you can." Hermione interrupted Harry, "Just go up to her and apologize, simple as that,"
Harry scoffs a humourless laugh, lifting his head to look at her. "Last time I went up to her she ended up in the Hospital Wing. I don't fancy a repetition of that."
Ron snorted again, taking Harry's quill for his use.
"It's very unlikely that it happens again," Hermione said, trying to reason with him.
"Yeah, well, I'll rather not risk it." Said Harry, shaking his head.
"But–"
"Leave it, Hermione. I don't want to talk about it anymore."
Hermione pursed her lips, it was obvious she has something to say but she respected his wishes and said nothing. She turns back to her essay.
"Come of it, mate, this will blow over soon enough," Ron told him, nudging his shoulder in comfort.
Harry nodded in acknowledgement of his words, yet said nothing. It won't blow over any time soon, at least not for him. He will be mortified by it for the rest of his life.
A/N: Hope you enjoy it. Tell me what you think about it.
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Let’s Get Married
a/n: my lord this is shitty. in my opinion. i originally wrote it for my creative writing class but quit halfway through, so here is a half baked James fic
Blog Details | Let’s take a trip
James Potter x Black!fem!reader (house neutral)
warning(s): drinking, just literal fluff
word count: 0.7k
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James is absolutely zonked.
The lights in the club dazzle like the stars in the sky. My arm is wrapped around James’ shoulder as Sirius brings us another round of shots. I can barely see with my glasses on, but I would never turn down alcohol.
“To… our last year in university.” Sirius says with a content look at his toast.
We all clink our shots together in agreement and tilt our heads back, swallowing the burning liquid. I slump against James and glance at our friends with a somber smile. Remus is wiping the Tequila off of Sirius’ chin and Marlene and Dorcas are sharing whispers in the corner. Peter wandered off ages ago. Some girl gave him what he calls, “sex eyes” and went off with her about an hour ago. James’ tucks his head into my shoulder and pulls me closer. I welcome in the gesture and place a kiss on his head.
The bartender yells last call. Everyone is in a drunken stupor. I can’t even feel my face. My eye lids are heavy as I fight to keep them open. Remus is the least drunk of us all. Always taking care of everybody. Through my blurred vision I see him round everyone up.
“Y/n,” I hear James say with a rasp.
“Yes, baby?”
“We should get married.”
“We should.” No hesitation required. It’s something we’ve talked about time and time again.
“Right now.” He says and then lifts his head to look at me.
“Let’s do it.”
The wind gusts behind us as we run through the bar doors, hand in hand. I can hear Remus and Marlene shouting from behind us. The lampposts lights turn into blurs as our legs pick up speed. My laughter fills the air at the pure thought of being Mrs. James Fleamont Potter. The Chapel is now a mere two blocks away as we push through the people on the cobblestone. My blood is rushing through my ears and my heart is beating out of my chest. I look at James and have never seen him so focused. He weaves through the crowd while holding my hand tight. In this very moment it’s still surreal that I get to call him mine.
The giant bright cross comes into sight and we start to slow to a light jog. We’re actually doing this. We’re getting married.
Once we get to the building we stand in front of the doors. Our fingers intertwine and we open the doors together. For the first time in a while, there’s silence. It’s almost deafening.
“Take a seat the priest will be right with you.” We jump at the sudden voice. The lady that the voice came from is sitting at a desk with what seems like a crossword puzzle. She has an undetectable emotion on her face. You can tell that she’s had to deal with one too many of these quick late night marriages.
We make haste to the bench by the double doors. The cushions are lined with pearls and is decorated with a warm ivory. The corners have peeled to the point that you can see the original cushioning underneath.
My knee bounces with anticipation. I fumble with my necklace. The touch of the butterfly calms my nerves but only a tiny bit. James’ hand reaches down and caresses my thigh to calm the shaking. I look into his eyes and see nothing but love and adoration. A lazy smile paints his face and he leans forward until our foreheads meet. I close my eyes at the feeling and soak in the moment.
The double doors open. Out comes two women, hand in hand. A group of people follow behind them. They cheer and shout with glee. Petals are being thrown over their heads. Both of the women are in off white suits. One is wearing heels while the other is wearing loafers in the same color. The looks on their faces almost brings tears to mine. I’ve never seen so much love. Not even from my own parents. Once the bridal party walks out the doors of the chapel, we hear a voice from the inside telling the next party to come in. James squeezes my hand and we stand in unison.
“Us until the end.” He says.
“Us until the end.” I confirm.
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James Masterlist | United Kingdom
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Hermione: Actually i can read three books at the same time. And on of them is y/n's dairy.
Y/n: Hey!
Hermione: Don't get me wrong, but it is the most interesting one.
Y/n: ...
Y/n: Awwww, thank you, sis.
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