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the0doreslover · 4 months

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Theodore nott | miscommunication

pairing: theodore nott x reader

warnings: angst to fluff, readers a bit annoying at first, use of y/n, mattheo riddle and hermione being a dream team, not much tbh, not proofread

summary: you get in your own head about people’s opinions and almost cost your whole relationship, but hermione and mattheo are not about to let that happen

it just wasn’t fair.

Because of the colours he wore he wasn’t allowed to love you?

He’s the one who holds you at night

He’s the one who helps you study

He’s the one who makes you smile

Bullshit, it was all bullshit. You were both happy loving each other in secret until a few weeks ago when he found you in the astronomy tower.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and placed a gentle kiss to the side of your face. You looked back at him and gave him a small smile.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you

“nothi-”

“don’t give me that, what’s wrong?”

“do you not worry about our future?” you sighed

“not really, why?” he unwrapped his hands from your waist and turned you to face him.

“do you think we even have a future?”

theodore took a step back “i do, do you not?”

“I just think” you looked down “we’re setting ourselves up for failure, Think about it theo, everyone will have an issue with us, which is why we have to love each other in secret. Why are we doing this to ourselves.”

he took a breath in “do you want to tell people about us? i don’t understand”

You felt bad, but you couldn’t explain it to him.

“No- no that would make it worse”

“y/n do you think this is fair” he scoffed

“think what is fair”

“us having to hide because people have their opinions”

“theo-”

“no! this is not how i want this to go, i love you” he waited for you to say it back.

“i love you” he walked closer to you lifting your head up with his hand.

he waited for a few seconds before sighing and turning towards the railing

“theodore” you could tell he was angry

“you had no issue saying it to me last night, or the night before that when you were practically throwing yourself at me-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you” you seethed “i think we need to seriously think about us theo”

“what’s there to think about?”

“well we clearly have an issue if you think this can work just like that” you walked away from him

That was the last time theodore had spoke to you in four weeks.

The valentines ball was tonight and you had no issue missing out, infact that was your plan. No theo, No point, even though you knew it was your fault, that stupid outburst you had on the astronomy tower had been haunting you.

“God why are you not ready? The ball is starting soon” hermione gasped at the sight of you in your blanket.

“i’m not going hermione”

“like hell you aren’t, get up and get ready” she snickered

“no, i’m really not going” you asserted.

She came and sat on the edge of your bed, her hair was pinned up and she was waiting to put her dress on. “What’s wrong? do you not have a date? neither do i, i’ll go with you”

“No hermione it’s not that i promise”

“then what is it?”

you sighed running a hand over your face “What would you do if i told you i loved someone”

“i’d be incredibly happy for you”

“but what if i told you i loved someone that everyone would have an issue with”

she thought for a moment “then i’d say tell theodore you don’t care what others think and you want to be with him.”

registering what she said you felt yourself smiling

“y/n we both know how bad it gets when you get in your own head, next time speak to me, we all know about you and theodore. You’re not slick” she laughed

“thank you mione” you pulled her into a hug

“you can thank me by getting ready, and fixing it with nott”

“how’d you know there’s something wrong”

“come on? sweats, seriously?”

That’s how you found yourself in the middle of the great hall with a glass of fred and george’s famous ‘fruit punch’ in a long dress and uncomfortable heels contemplating whether or not you should just go back to your dorm.

Theodore was in a similar position, he stood with a glass of ‘punch’ leaning against the wall watching his best friends dancing.

“Theodore stop being grumpy and come dance” pansy called out to him.

“i’m good thanks” he grumbled back.

He watched as mattheo walked towards him before leaning on the wall next to him.

“You’re a stupid man theo”

“tell me something i don’t know”

“you should go and dance with her”

“who?”

mattheo laughed silently before pointing his head towards where you stood looking bored and theodore’s breath caught in his throat.

“why- why would i dance with her?”

“you forget that i’m your bestfriend, you’re not slick”

“she doesn’t want to dance with me”

“For gods sake Nott!”

both boys looked to where hermione had magically appeared out of nowhere

“Go and dance with her!”

Theodore was in a bit of shock actually.

“You know what maybe i’ll go and dance with her” mattheo rolled his eyes and began pushing himself off the wall.

Theodore pushed him back and placed his drink in his chest. “No way that’s my girl”

Hermione and mattheo watched as he strolled over to you.

“We make a good team granger” mattheo smirked

“back off riddle”

“dance with me?”

“… yeah sure”

you sighed for what felt like the 100th time that night, you had sat yourself on a random table next to a few sobbing girls when you noticed theodore walking towards you.

Quickly you stood up before he got to you so you were face to face.

“Hi-” you both said at the same time making you both laugh slightly

“I’m sorry!” you quickly rushed out before he begun talking

“no, i’m sorry”

“what are you sorry for theo? i started it, i got in my own head can we forget about it?”

“You dressed up looking all gorgeous, i’ve already forgotten about it” he grinned extending his hand towards you “will you dance with me”

Grabbing his hand you pulled him towards you and smashed your lips onto his, wrapping your hands around his neck you felt instant relief when he reciprocated your actions and begun kissing you back.

When you finally broke the kiss, there was a shared understanding in your eyes, and with the taste of reconciliation lingering in the air, you and Theodore shared a knowing smile. The tension that had built up over the past weeks seemed to dissipate completely.

"Shall we actually go and dance now?" Theodore suggested, his hand still intertwined with yours.

A sense of relief washed over you, and you nodded,

He guided you toward the dance floor, and as you began to sway together, the world around you blurred, and all that mattered in that moment was you two, not anyone else who had an opinion, they could fuck right off.

“by the way, everyone knows. We’re not slick baby”

#harry potter #hogwarts #fanfic #x reader #slytherin #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #blaise zabini #lorenzo berkshire #pansy parkinson #mattheo riddle

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sidemenxyn · 6 months

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Pub crawl, (chips video)

Tw: alcohol use, language, drunk people, throwing up and I believe that’s it!

Ik when you read this it will be different to the one video I based it on, but it will have the same concept.

Harry (w2s) Lewis x Y/n (w3s) Willows, (afab reader)

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“Welcome to another pub crawl! Today we have teams of two!” The camera panned to you and the others as Chip finished speaking. You smiled brightly as you saw the camera turned your way. Chip continued “the teams are, Reev and George!” “Me and ArthurTv!” “Chris and Theo, and then Bonnie and Clyde! Aka Y/n and Harry!” You all laughed loudly at the small joke.

You looked at Harry to see him pulling you in for a small hug as Chip was giving out costumes. Then he and the camera man stopped in front of you and Harry and joked “we all know Harry has done some illegal substances” you all laughed as you watched Chip hand Harry a prisoner costume “so I believe it’s time you should pay the price and be a felon and your lovely missus will be the prison warden!” The group all laughed as you were handed the police costume. You giggled at the costumes. Chip and Arthur were golfers, George and Reev were ketchup and mustard, Chris and Theo are the chicken and the egg then you and Harry were a prisoner and policewoman.

So the game has began, the group had showed up at the first pub. You all sat outside the pub, waiting for the mystery pint or shot. Chip and Arthur walked out with some glasses, you heard Harry asked “is that a Bloody Mary?!” You looked over to Chip and to which he nodded. Chip presented “so first up a Bloody Mary each! No challenges on the first hole but there are more to come.” You watched as Chip and Arthur downed their drinks. Then Reev and George, as George almost finished his glass he tipped his head forward. And being the competitive people Harry and yourself were, you two were the first to point out “he tipped his head back, that’s one!” Chip and the rest agreed. George joked “gosh you take your drinking very seriously, wouldn’t suspect you pair were alcoholics.” You all burst out with laughter knowing you and Harry can drink well and hold it well.

It was now your turn to down the Bloody Mary, you hear Theo joke “watch now she’ll wolf that down her!” You side-eyes Theo and began to down the drink with ease. You and Harry high-fived as you place the empty drink down on the table. You looked at Harry and encouraged “right, your turn now, you can do it Haz.” You all watch him as he too down his drink with ease. You all clapped and Chris laughed “the alcoholic couple everyone.” To which you jokingly bowed to.

You all grabbed your things and moved onto the next pub. As you were you walked with Reev and Harry as you three were in a conversation.

Now as you arrived at the next stop, Chip got the groups attention “right! Second hole so that means there is a challenge! And that is your partner has to pour your drink while you drink it, so basically you can’t hold the glass your partner does.” Chris said “oh I got him to pour my drink?!” As he points at Theo, Theo gives a shocked facial expression as he defends “I’ll be good I swear.” You laughed at the pair.

The drink were out and you and Harry decided to go first. Harry told you “give me your hand, if you need me to stop squeeze my hand, ok?” You nodded as your fingers intertwined with his. You downed the drink while Harry kept tilting the pint glass up. Once you were done Harry gave you a hug as you didn’t back down once. Is that a coincidence? Not really.

It was now Chip and Arthur’s go, Chip held Arthur’s glass as he began to drink. As Arthur was drinking, he squeezed Chip’s hand. Chip stopped which caused them a point, Arthur then moved his mouth away from the glass causing a spill which added another point to their chart.

As you were walking to your next pub, you were slightly more tipsy now. So being the funny troublemaker you are, you ran over to Harry and jumped onto his back. You all were laughing loudly, so what Harry did was sling you over his shoulder and carried you.

Once you had got to the third pub, Chip declared the second challenge “in this pub you will have to be blindfolded and your partner has to guide you with their voice!” So you were handed the blindfold. Tying it at the back of your head, you turned your head and heard Harry say “right, love, you need to go forward.” You took a few steps and then he said “ok! Now go right” you turned your body and started to feel dizzy then you tripped but felt hand grab your waist. Knowing it was Harry you thanked him as you and the boys laughed. He said “right the table is two steps in front of you.” You took those two steps and felt the table against your thigh. So felt around the table then felt a cold glass. “Is this one mine?” Harry replied “yeah, go for it!” You picked up the glass and chugged it like there was no tomorrow. Finishing the glass you felt for the table and placed the glass back down.

Taking off the blind fold, you and Harry cheered as you did it. You watched as the rest of the boys did it, then you helped Harry get another victory.

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Some time later…

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It was now getting dark and you all had made it to the last bar. You asked Chip if you could go to the toilet, just in case it would’ve deducted any points. He aloud you, so you went to the bathroom. You went into the stall and did your business. Once you got out you saw two random girls fighting right there and then. Your face grew shocked, so not trying to get involved you walked around the two fighting on the floor and went back over to the boys.

Once you sat down Theo laughed “Y/n, looks like you’ve seen a fucking ghost!” You said “well I just went the toilet and I walked out to see two girls fighting!” The boys were shocked and Chip looked at the camera “that’s what you get in British pubs!” You said “they were going for it too!” As you said that you saw them getting kicked out “over there!” “That’s them?” “Yeah.” You all had calmed down now as you rested your head against Harry’s shoulder.

Chip said “right, the last one! No challenges just down the ping and we’ll see who wins!” You looked at your Guinness, looking back up you watched as George finished his drink off. Then it was Harry’s turn and as expected, he downed it in one. Then you did the same, Arthur downed his in two and the it was Chip’s turn. He did it in two as well, but as you were talking to Chris you heard “Shit” you looked over to see Chip has thrown his Guinness back up and into his cup. You automatically handed Harry’s and your cups to him so he wouldn’t be sick on the pub’s table. He paused and then threw up into the two glasses. Theo spoke “Josh! Josh drink some water!” You went over to the counter and asked “could I get two bottles of water please.” You handed the money as the placed the bottles on the counter.

Walking over, you handed Chip the bottles of water and said “drink them I have some paracetamol in my bag if you want any?” He nodded. You watched as Harry handed you the paracetamol and then you grabbed two of the tablets and handed them to him.

After the video was down, you all called it a day and headed home.

You were now cuddling with Harry on your sheared bed, playing with his hair he smiled as he slowly drifted off. You then too started to fall asleep. At least you knew that you and the boys enjoyed themselves and Chip has a great video to put out.

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darthwheezely · 3 years

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sunlight and storms - g.w.

summary: fred’s wife y/n writes a letter to her brother in law, george (inspired by the song of the same name from the musical starry! check it out it’s so goooooood)

pairing: brother-in-law!george x sister-in-law!reader (platonic), fred weasley x reader (post-war!)

a/n: i love this song but i’ve never done a platonic piece before??? or just a piece like this at all??? hope it goes well! also pls listen to this song it is beautiful i am BEGGING-

Dear George,

He leaned back in his seat, and began to read...

this time the query is directly from me, now that we’re sister and brother

Hi Georgie. I know you haven’t seen any of us in a while, and probably haven’t gotten my past letters,

He had gotten your past letters.

but that’s fine, because I’ll never stop writing to you about Fred and I’s life and updating you about literally everything because you know what? You need it. Anyways...

theo has said so much about you, he rarely will talk of another

Fred cannot ever stop talking about you around here. I mean when has he really ever been able to not talk about you, but lately it has definitely increased. I’m sure you’re happy to know that he almost destroys my kitchen in your name once a week (sigh).

George chuckled to himself and rubbed his jaw at the thought of the older twin being, well...himself. He leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the desk.

married three weeks already, my god, it feels like we’ve always been

Georgie, this is so dumb and cheesy but I really don’t know how it’s already been almost a month? It doesn’t feel real, honestly...it’s wild to think that we got from Hogwarts to here and I just - I’m so grateful? That it’s where we ended up? It probably doesn’t make sense and I know I’m being cliche I just...it’s so hard to think about a time before it all.

He swallowed, faintly aware of his face paling at the thought of the war. So many lives were lost, he knew that much, but the idea of anything not turning out the way it did for him, for Fred, for you gave him the chills just in consideration.

nothing is strange, nothing is boring, he’s my husband, and my friend

I swear you two can never fail to keep everything exciting. I mean, remember back at school? Of course you do, you both still act like you’re schoolboys anyway...but Fred just. He makes me feel like we’re really young again? I never knew I could be in love with my best friend and make that something new - but he was always an innovator, wasn’t he?

“That is definitely one way to put it,” he shook his head and smiled softly, taking a sip of water before releasing a delightful hiss at the cool taste.

together we’ll see both sunlight and storms, both equally sacred to us

Things have been hard, I’m not going to lie to you, Georgie. With you gone from the shop none of his mad scientist plans feel okay anymore. Sometimes he’ll sit in his office and just have his little rageful episodes where he’ll take all his idea sheets and throw them at the wall and maybe if he’s upset he’ll cry and I’ll cry and...regardless, sometimes it’s hard. But you Weasleys always have a way of picking up the pieces when things get tough. And Fred has always been able to pick himself up, and in those moments, I truly am so proud of him. He’s got new deals for expansion in Hong Kong and Rome, can you believe it? Your brother a local diplomat? I just...I’m so proud of him.

“So am I,” he swallowed.

“Never been...prouder.”

so trust in our house, that you have a home, against the noise and rush

You know, the room by ours is a master guest. You’d be able to stay here whenever you wanted, if ever you feel comfortable, Georgie.

He just I just. We both miss you so much. We just want you to know if you ever feel ready you can always come home, yeah?

i confess i’m a mess more often than not, burnt the rice maybe twice from not stirring the pot

I know that I’m not the best wife. I know I still have so much to learn and do but I’m trying to keep our relationship afloat and make sure Fred is okay and make sure you are okay.

George, I’m so worried about you, you have to understand that, and I’ll never actively try to push you to come home, I promise, mate I just. I just want you to know how much we love you.

George wasn’t aware of the tears hitting the parchment until it was too late, his hands furiously gathering themselves to push his feelings and sadness away as soon as he let them to the surface.

no, we don’t always know the right way, but we’re doing our best, and our best is okay

I love him so much, Georgie. I’d do anything for him, and for you, and knowing my lover is happy just seeing me write to you is enough to satisfy my heart and soul for ages. He truly just lights up like a whizbang anytime he sees your name at the top of parchment, silly old boy he is.

“I get that too,” he murmured to no one in particular. He turned around to the side to see his wall, covered in news clippings of you and your husband, success dripping on every smile of your face. He was so in love with both of you, his brother, truly happy and doing something he loved, and the way he looked at you and how you looked at him. Fred was finally finding something to love that didn’t explode for others, he found something that made him explode with light and joy and passion again.

but we’re happy, rather, we’re happy and that’s enough...

We love you, Georgie. So much more than you know.

Sincerely,

Y/N.

P. S. This is a key to our home. Use it once in a while yeah? Also, Fred insisted on putting chocolate in the envelope so if this is messy, it isn’t my fault.

George set the letter back on the desk, running his hand over his jaw once again. He inhaled and decided.

It was time.

A fresh set of tears ripped down his cheeks and he reluctantly pushed his chair to reach his parchment and a pen, unfathomable amounts of fear draining his system of vitality, but a newfound sense of energy working his mind like new gears in harmony.

Dear Y/N,

Hi sweetheart, how’s my best friend? Miss me?

Because I missed you.

•••

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didsomeonesaydaddydraco · 3 years

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Jealous | Draco Malfoy (prompt request)

Request: yes, by anon. Anon requested the following: Hiii! Could I please request a Draco Malfoy x reader with prompts 5,14,15 ? Fluffy 🥺🥺with a hint of angst if you can X)

Word count: 3,342

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader

Note: My requests are still open, but before you request from the prompt list, please check out the updated version. Thank you so much!

Draco Malfoy was a little bit possessive when I came to his group of friends. He had troubles with trusting someone, and getting attached to them, but when he did, all his insecurities came out. His trust issues were paired with the constant fear of losing those people, but instead of telling them how he felt, he chose the easier way and hid his feelings and fears behind the mask of an arrogant son of a bitch. He was overprotective, but supportive, jealous and hot-headed, and on top of them, stubborn as hell. Only a few people were willing to give him enough time to prove that he was actually a nice person, who was only misunderstood and troubled when it came to talking about feelings or letting his guards down. He was popular, but not for what he really was. He was well-known for being a bully, an arrogant twat, an overdramatic troublemaker and the biggest hater of mudbloods. Only his closest friends knew the real Draco Lucius Malfoy, and he was fine by that. He always thought quality was way more important than quantity. He might have thought of himself as someone who was hard to read, but in reality, it wasn’t that hard. Not for Theodore Nott. Theo was his third closest friend, being behind only Y/N Y/L/N and Blaise Zabini. While Draco went to Blaise for the fun things, like pranking the Golden Trio, throwing a secret party in the Room of Requirements or just chilling somewhere with a bottle of Fire Whiskey, he chose Theo for be his emotional support and moral compass. And he gladly took up this role, especially because he had a gut feeling that his dear friend developed deeper and more serious feelings towards their one and only Miss Y/L/N.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Theo asked Draco one day, when they were sitting in their Common Room, working on a DADA project together. Theo found him staring and smiling at Y/N, who was sitting at the other side of the room with her friends, Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass, doing each other’s hair and makeup. The girls told them in the morning that they were tired of only wearing their uniforms and boring hairstyles, and they wanted to look like themselves again. The boys didn’t understand them, but they came up with the sad excuse of having too much homework and studying, so they didn’t have to participate in their afternoon program.

“What?” Draco asked him, but never turned his gaze away from the girl, who was sitting on the ground in front of Pansy, getting her hair curled. Theo chuckled and turned his attention to their friends as well. He saw why Malfoy was so fascinated by her. Y/N was one of the most beautiful girls at Hogwarts, if not the most. Her hair was always shiny, her makeup natural but immaculate. She had an amazing style and she always smelt like jasmine and vanilla. But it was her smile that so many boys fell for. It was beautiful and bright, could make everyone’s day better.

“You know what I’m talking about” he rolled his eyes and turned back to his book “Dray, you’re in love with her”

“No, of course I’m not” he tried to deny, but the blush on his cheeks said otherwise. Draco sighed at the sight of Y/N in her spring dress and curly hair. She looked amazing, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she had her eyes on someone. They had known each other for years, she was still nice to him when he was an annoying rat at first grade, and she was one of his real friends. They spent so much time together, it was literally impossible for Draco to imagine his days without her. He saw her getting a crush from time to time, but they passed just as quickly as they came. He even saw her falling in love with Adrian Pucey, and he was by her side when they broke up. It was a mutual decision. After a year and a half of complete confusing for Draco, he felt relieved when she said they decided with Adrian to stay just friends, because they weren’t working as a couple anymore. Draco knew from then that it wasn’t just a friendly love anymore. He knew why he was always so moody and needy during the time of their dating. He hated to see him holding her hand, hugging and kissing her in the corridors. He realised he wanted to be the one who did those things to her. If he learnt only one thing from his father, it was how to treat a woman right. He was Lucius still surprising Narcissa with flowers and dates, just to keep the smile on her face. He saw the love they had, even though what his family’s secret was. And he wanted that. Draco wanted to put a single white rose on her desk before class, just to see that beautiful smile on her face. He wanted to hug her in their sleep, whispering sweet nothings in her ear and hear her giggle when he tickled her. He wanted to kiss her perfect lips and show her how much she means to him.

“Than I guess you don’t mind that George asked her out after Potions today” Theo said, knowing very well he hit a nerve with that. If it wouldn’t have been enough that someone had the audacity to ask her out before Draco finally get the courage to do that, it had to be a Weasley. He was well aware of how Draco felt towards them, and how he wanted only the best for her. He said so many times, that she deserved a pureblood Slytherin who could identify and maintain the lifestyle she grew up with. Theo knew Draco was actually talking about himself, and he was sure he was the guy who could actually make her the happiest, but it wasn’t his place to get them together. They had to realise on their own how they were feeling. He knew the unspoken rules of both families, how they preferred another Pureblood, preferably a Slytherin marrying their only child, but Y/N never really cared about blood status. She knew they were all equal, some of them not fortunate enough to be born in a rich family.

“He did what?” Draco almost yelled, and his sudden outburst of emotion brought the girls’ attention to their table. Y/N looked at him with raised eyebrows, asking him without words what the hell was going on. He only shook his head and sent a small smile toward her. He felt sick by the single thought of a Weasley having an arm around her.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” Theo laughed and leaned back in his chair. He watched Draco’s face with an amused look. It was funny to see the always pale boy with red cheeks and even more furrowed eyebrows. Draco looked at his friend with an annoyed expression and picked up his quill. He wanted to deny it, but the feeling was too strong. He just recently learnt what jealous really felt, and he was battling with that feeling. He hated to admit that he got a soft sport for someone, and how he got jealous. He was jealous of someone else having Y/N’s attention. Not because he was needy or insecure. If he was sure about someone’s unconditional love, support and loyalty, it was her. He just didn’t want someone else to realise how amazing she was and for them to steal her away from him. He just didn’t want to lose her to someone else. She was his peace.

“I’m not jealous” he murmured and from the corner of his eyes, he checked her. She was looking at her dress in the mirror, twirling around to see how the dress hugged her body. Draco felt the oh so familiar warm feeling in his heart when he saw her. He didn’t care what she was wearing, she looked absolutely amazing in everything. Just as he opened his mouth to tell Theo to go back studying, Y/N skipped to them with a huge smile on her face.

“Hi, boys” she greeted them sweetly and stood by Draco’s side. He took a deep breathe, letting her sweet scent fill up his nose “So, I have plans for now, but Pansy and I were wondering if you two wanted to go the Hogsmeade tomorrow, to buy some things for Blaise’s surprise party”

“What about Daphne?” Theo asked, hoping the girl had other plans. They never liked each other, and only tried to get along, when they were with their group. Y/N laughed, and assured him it would only be the four of us. The boys looked at each other, both of them thinking the same thing. Maybe they could turn the shopping into a double date at the Three Broomsticks. Theo wasn’t the only one who caught on the secret glances, the moodiness when Pansy was talking to another boy. Draco knew very well Nott fancied the Parskinson girl, but was too intimidated to ask her out.

“Sounds good to me” Draco smiled at her and put his hand on the small of her back, stroking it with his thumb. He smiled even bigger when he saw the light blush on her cheeks “Maybe we could get a few drinks at the Three Broomsticks?”

“Amazing idea” she bleamed at them “Alright, I have to go now, or I’ll be late, but we’ll discuss the details later”

“Bye, darling” Draco said with a soft tone and watched as she hurried out of the Common Room. For a second he forgot where she was heading. For that second, he was happy and warmed by their small encounter.

“Bye, darling” Nott mocked him in a teasing tone. He would have laughed at him, if he wasn’t already making plans in his head for tomorrow. The four of them always had the best time, and he was really looking forward to spend some time with Pansy and watch how his friends were acting around each other, like they weren’t secretly already in love.

“Shut up” Draco throw a ball of paper at him and turned back to his essay. He wanted to finish it, so he didn’t have to worry about it and rush back from their day together just to finish it in time for class.

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Draco wanted to stay in the Common Room and wait for Y/N to come back, but he had Quiditch practise so he had to leave. He tried his best to shut her out of his mind during practice, but it was impossible after he saw Y/N and George in the courtyard, sitting together and giggling at something. Draco couldn’t erase the picture from his memory, and his anger got the best of him. Flint shouted at him several times to get his shit together and focus on the game, but he couldn’t. He wanted to go back and punch the Weasley boy in the face for being so close to his girl. Unfortunately, it would have been weird, considering that she was only his in his mind. The way she giggled and how interested she looked by George hunted him during practise. His stomach dropped at the thought of someone else having her. Draco was glad when Flint said they should cut their practice short due to raining. He wanted to be back in his dorm room, sulking over how much of a coward he was for not making a move on her. And now, he had to watch her falling in love with someone else. Again.

He was rushing back to the Slytherin Common Room, basically running down the corridors, when he saw Y/N and Weasley standing under the arcade, still talking about something. He felt like he was stabbed, when he saw Y/N wearing George’s jacket. He slowed down his steps, watching them waiting for the rain to stop. He waited for something. He couldn’t tell why he was being a masochistic. Maybe if he saw them kissing, or holding hands, it could have helped him to move on. But it never happened. He heard the Weasley boys quiet voice thanking her for meeting up and a quick goodbye before he rushed through the courtyard. Y/N adjusted the jacket on her shoulder and took a few quick steps, but Draco was fast in her heals. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, he just wanted to let out everything. He wanted her so bad, and he wished that he was what she wanted, and not someone else.

“Y/N” he called after her. She stopped in her steps and turned around. Y/N arched her eyebrow, wondering what Draco was doing outside in such a bad weather. He hated when his hair got wet, and he hated it even more if one of his expensive shoes got dirty because of the mud “What are you wearing?”

She was surprised by the envy and anger in his voice. Draco never talked to her like that before. She never gave him reason to. He was just fine a couple hours earlier when they were talking about their Saturday plans with Theo and Pansy, so his sudden mood swing confused her.

“Uhm” she played with the sleeve of the jacket, not being entirely sure what to say “It started raining and I was a bit cold, so Georgie offered me his jacket so I don’t het sick”

“Georgie?” He basically spat the name out of his mouth “Now what? Are you two giving each other bloody nicknames?”

“What the hell got into you, Draco?” She asked. Y/N knew that Draco found the Weasley twins the least annoying out of their family, and something laughed at their pranks “It was a nice gesture”

“A gesture to get into your panties” Draco almost yelled. He wasn’t mad at her. He wasn’t even mad at George for being a man enough to ask her out. He was mad at himself for being scared of his own feelings.

“Fuck you, Draco” she scoffed and turned around to leave, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. Y/N groaned. She was annoyed by him, and didn’t want to deal with his possessiveness in the pouring rain. Her clothes and hair was all wet, and she was craving for a hot shower and some more comfortable clothes.

“No, fuck you” he was now shouting. He was done with hiding his feelings and seeing how every boy at Hogwarts could have had her, because she was single “Fuck you for liking every boy more, but me. Fuck you for not noticing how hard I’m trying to get your attention. Fuck you for not seeing how much effort I’m putting into this whole thing just to make you see what’s right in front of you” he was pouring his heart out in the rain. It could have been one of the most romantic things, if they weren’t at the verge of arguing, and they weren’t shouting at each other. Draco dropped his head with a heavy sigh. He didn’t want to see the disgust or hate on her face “I shouldn’t be jealous, you aren’t even mine”

“What are you talking about?” She was more confused than ever before. Her heart skipped a beat with every word that left Draco’s mouth. She hoped his feelings were true. She wondered how he could be so blind all this time. How he didn’t see the way she looked at him? How he didn’t feel her hugs were always longer and tighter when she hugged him? How could he not tell he was her soft spot? “Draco?”

“It doesn’t matter. I hope your date was fun” his words were soaked with envy. Y/N’s eyes widened what he said. Date?

“What date?” She laughed a little bit “I only met Georgie because he needed help with something. He has a huge crush on this Hufflepuff girl, Annah, and asked me to give him some good date ideas”

“You were never supposed to mean this much to me” he said like he didn’t hear what she just told him “I was never supposed to fall so hard. But you know what? I did and that’s the truth” Draco looked at her with hopeful eyes. Maybe they could have a chance “Don’t you see, Y/N?” He laughed dryly. It was pathetic how he was being a softie. He hated how vulnerable he felt, standing in front of her, wearing his heart on his sleeve, confessing his love to the girl who was probably thinking of him just as a good friend “I don’t want anyone else to have your heart, kiss your lips, or be in your arms, because that’s only my place”

There it was. All words said. No taking them back. Draco finally felt proud of himself for being brave enough and facing his emotions and feelings.

Y/N bleamed at the words. He said what she wanted to hear from him for so long. Her heart was beating in her throat and she felt like no breathe would have been enough for her. She couldn’t say anything. Her words were stuck in her. How could she say something as beautiful as he did? Those were a little bit harsh words, but meant more than the most beautiful love poem in the whole world.

“Kiss me you twat” she laughed and took a step closer to Draco, who was still in shock after just confessing everything that he felt. He couldn’t even understand what she asked him, because his mind was numb. He saw her lips moving and feeling her sweet scent in his nose again, but he couldn’t tell what he was supposed to do. Y/N caught him off guard when she grabbed his jumper and pulled him into a kiss. At first, he didn’t kiss back. His body couldn’t understand a single thing that was happening right there, and he just stood there. But his brain switch back on again, when he felt her pulling away. He dreamed of this moment so many times. He tried to imagine how soft her lips were and how she tasted. He always imagined if she tasted like her favourite peppermint gum. But he never thought their kiss would be like this. He melted into her lips and his heart skipped every second beat. Draco had his arms around her small body, keeping her close, not letting her go. He wanted to stay like that for eternity, with the girl of his dreams in his arms, kissing her and feeling her heartbeat against his chest.

“You know” he murmured in between kisses “I wanted to beat the shit out of that blood traitor, when he…” he couldn’t finish his sentence, because Y/N put her hand over his mouth to silence him.

“Of course you wanted, boo” she cued at him with a funny expression “You can tell me more about how you wanted to, but for now, let’s go back to the Common Room and just cuddle”

“Can I have more kisses?” He asked in a childish voice and wide eyes. She found him the most adorable, yet sexiest man ever. She rolled her eyes and took his hand happily.

“Of course” she giggle, and they ran to the Common Room hand in hand, laughing at each other for almost slipping and falling to the ground. Draco was the happiest, and was ready to show the whole school he was the lucky man who had Y/N Y/L/N’s heart, and they were more than welcome to stay away from his girl if they didn’t want his father to hear about their sad excuse of flirting with her.

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willowbleedsonpaper · 3 years

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What Will Never Be

Theodore Nott x Reader

Second Part to What it used to be

W.C. : 1804

Warnings: Death, angst, my tears are all over the words. Tell me if I’m being dramatic ‘cause I think is angsty but not angsty, you know? You tell me.

A/N: @ptwritesmore Here it is! Posting it because of you <3

“You okay, Freddie?” George asked, elbowing his twin’s side with a playful smile on his lips. The protective barrier formed around Hogwarts shone as thousands of spells hit it, the light hitting directly the faces of the twins as Fred nodded his head towards George, “Me too.” George answered.

“Of course you are!” A cheerful voice filled their ears, both redheads turning back as you strolled down the last steps to get where they patiently waited for the upcoming battle “I’m right here to make sure nothing happened to any of you.” you said, poking their ribs as you settled between the two brothers.

“How lucky we are.” Fred said with the roll of his eyes. You turned your eyes at him, glaring as George muffled a laugh.

“We’ll see how you manage when I’m off saving the school.” you said, electricity running through your veins as the three of you stared up at the sky. A big explosion of light coming from the outside caught your eye mid sentence, reducing your voice to a very audible whisper as the barrier burned down before your eyes.

The pit of your stomach grew as the remains of the protective barrier around Hogwarts fell down to nothing, the daring side of you subsiding as you saw the statues on the bridge start to march forwards. The sky turned darker than it already was, the image of pitch black clouds a comforting thought as you realized Voldemort forces were moving towards the school. Death Eaters.

“We’ll stay together, alright?” George said, sensing the change in your mood. “Just like we always do.”

You nodded, eyes filled with tears as you saw them move in the dark sky. You all snapped your heads back, the crashing sounds and shouts telling you the fight had arrived. But you hesitated, pursing your lips. “What if I can’t do it?” you asked them in a whisper. “What if he’s here?”

“George said it.” Fred assured you, giving his brother a firm nod as they looked down at you “We’ll stay with you. If he’s here, you won’t even notice.”

You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with air as you breathed out all of your anxiety. Or at least tried. A firm nod in their way was enough, walking inside the castle as you stood back to back, wands ready as you awaited the inevitable. “George, Fred.” you called them, their synced hums in response making you continue “If you do happen to see him, don’t hurt him.” you asked, their chuckles quickly muffled as energy flowed around the three of you. “Stupefy!”

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott apparated inside Hogwarts, just outside the dungeons where all the Slytherins ran, whether it was to fight or flee, they didn’t care.

“C’mon.” Draco mumbled, grasping Theo’s shoulder as he pulled him with him. But he had lost Theo’s attention the minute they set foot inside Hogwarts. He stretched his neck up and over the crowd, looking for any sign of you or where you could be. “Theo.” he grunted, “She won’t be here, I can assure you that.”

“You can’t and you know that.” he hissed back, following his friend closely “She could be anywhere right now.”

“We’ll find her.” Draco said in a more quiet hall, peeking over the corner as they silently made they’re way around the castle. Not an easy task, considering the state of the school. Walls were already destroyed, enormous pieces of stone blocking the way as they jumped over them, dust falling from the ceiling and into their hair, the blonde and dark brown color taking a more dull tone. The structure of the castle rumbled every time it was hit with a spell. They could feel Hogwarts dying.

“I know.” Theo said, his word dead as he yanked Draco back by the arm and into their hiding spot. Harry Potter ran past them, turning left in the next hall. “He’s headed to the Room of Requirement” Theo pointed out, nodding his chin to where the dark haired boy disappeared.

“We get to him, then we look for Y/N.” Draco said, starting to follow the path Harry went. “We’ll find her, I promise you that.”

Theo nodded firmly, both Slytherins walking side by side to the Room of Requirement. They followed close, Harry not being the most discreet as he could be heard all over the place. But suddenly a sound caught Theo’s attention, making his entire body go stiff as he turned his head towards the voice. Your voice.

“Keep up, Fred!” you yelled, standing next to who Theo could assume was George Weasley; stopping only for a second as you both ran away. Fred Weasley running after you, the faded sound of your footsteps making him react.

“Y/N.” he finally mustered.

“What?” Draco asked “You saw her.” he said, a hopeful sound in his voice when he realized it.

“She’s with the Weasleys.” Theo told him.

Draco stared at the hall Theo’s eyes were glued to, looking between the stone walls and his friend “Go.” he said “I’ll go after Potter, you go with her.”

“No.”

“I’ll be alright.” Draco assured him, but Theo shook his head firmly.

“We do this first. Together.” Theo said confidently “I’ll find her after this is over.”

George was running just at your side, the lack of jokes and laughs making you stop, taking George’s forearm on your hand to stop him. “Where the hell is your brother?” you asked desperately walking back on your steps.

“Stay here.” George told you, going back as you stood there. Your senses were on high alert, jumping at the slightest of sounds at shooting spells at the faintest move. You almost got some Hogwarts students. Your head snapped up at George who chuckled as he walked back to your side. “Well?” you asked.

He pointed at his back, Fred appearing from around the corner.

“Keep up, Fred!” you yelled at him, nudging at George’s side to start running. turning on your place, you felt a pair of eyes on you, stopping suddenly and letting Fred finally catch up.

“What is it?” he asked at the sight of your frown.

You turned back, ”I thought…” you said, considering walking back to where you stood seconds about before you dismissed the thought “Doesn’t matter. C’mon.”

They didn’t ask anything, following close as you reached more fight. The three of you hadn’t stopped all night, running all over the castle, shouting spell after spell, joking and laughing to turn back into fighter mode in a matter of seconds.

“There’s Percy.” Fred said, running up to his brother.

Sadly there was no time for updates or friendly chatter. Just as if they were expecting you, the air filled with darkness as more death eaters appeared before all of you. Your stomach dropped every time this happened, praying that Theo wouldn’t appear before you and you would be forced to fight him. You knew you could’t. You knew if he appeared in front of you you would run to him, you would get in the way of all the spells directed towards him just to protect him. You couldn’t hurt him.

It had been a couple of minutes fighting, your brain completely tuned out of what happened around you. The color returned to you as well as your spirit as you saw none of the Death eaters were Theo, shooting spell after spell, your ears ringing with he energy. You could hear George laughing, and Percy’s voice was a distant sound but he sounded confident, almost as he was bragging and maybe even joking. You couldn’t believe it. You finally sent the man before you flying across the room, turning with a smile to where Percy was, the smile on his face erasing as soon as he turned.

“Fred!” you screamed, your voice cracking as you ran towards him. It was unbearable.

Voldemort had retreated his forces. Hogwarts was safe for now. And Theo had only one goal in mind.

He quickly rolled down his sleeves, covering the mark on his arm despite everyone knowing he had it. He just wanted to pretend it wasn’t there. He wanted to find you and that not being the first thing you saw.

“Have you found her?” he asked, finding Draco for the third time after they split up to look for you. The shake of his head made Theo turn, cursing under his breath as he ran a hand down his face, his cheeks stained with dirt and sweat as he faced his friend again.

They walked side by side through the destroyed halls, soft cries and whimpers reaching their ears as they walked inside the Great Hall. No one paid them attention, and if they did it wasn’t enough reason to do anything against them. They’ve had enough death.

Theo focused on the Weasleys, all gathered and in visible pain. Theo nudged Draco’s arm, walking in their direction when they saw one of the twins fall to their knees. The sudden pit forming in their stomachs making them almost sick. Theo secretly had always thought they were funny, he couldn’t even think what he must be feeling, losing your other half so suddenly.

Then all around him went silent as he saw the other twin run inside the hall. He didn’t even notice when Draco walked ahead, the blonde already gathered next to the twins when he turned wide eyes to Theo.

“Draco,” he said, watching as Draco walked straight to him “Who’s that with the Weasleys?” he asked, fighting Draco’ grip on his shoulder as he turned down to the sobbing twins.

Theo’s heart raced, fighting Draco grip as his arms went around his chest to keep him back. “Draco!” he screamed, fighting to get out of his hold when he met his eyes, his own tears running down his cheeks. He stopped fighting. Draco didn’t cry.

“Y/N?” he asked in a whisper, stumbling to your side “No, no, no.” he mumbled, hands cradling over your face and looking for your eyes. He called your name in soft whispers, grasping your hand in his as he sat down next to you.

A sob broke out of his throat, clutching your hand in his when you didn’t squeeze back. He should have gone after you, he should have never left you. When was the last time he held you, hugged you, kissed you? He couldn’t even remember and it was all lost now. What was the last thing he told you? What was the last time you said to him? That he remembered.

Running a hand over your cheek, he moved a strand of hair from your hair as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. “I love you too.”

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Love, William (Bill Weasley x OC) - Chapter 4

WARNINGS: I would say none. Maybe fluffy fluff! Beware of Bill having a crush 🤭

Chapter 4 - Bill's Night

Bill hurried into his room, closing the door behind him, never being so happy about having the whole room to himself. He sat on his bed and buried his face in his hands. Will he be able to do this? Will he be able to be around Theodora for the rest of the summer?

Why did he have to be so attracted to her? It was wrong. It was so wrong but he couldn’t stop. She was so nice and didn’t make fun out of him or teased him as his brothers did. He genuinely had fun degnoming the garden for the first time ever, just because he did it with her.

He could even say that he was grateful that Charlie made him work with her but that would be taking it too far. First of all, admitting that Charlie was right about something – even if just in his head – was too much, and second of all, he can’t feel like this about her.

Perhaps, it was because he hasn’t had a girlfriend in such a long time and she was nice to him. Or maybe because she didn’t idolize him like most women he has met upon telling them what his job is. She doesn’t strike him as a person who puts a lot of thought into looks and genuinely enjoys his company not because she thinks he’s hot or something, so perhaps it’s that.

Bill sighed and pushed himself backward, bouncing on the bed. He stared at the ceiling for what seemed like an hour, trying not to think about her, trying not to wish she was his age, trying not to picture himself with her.

“Hey, Bill, you in here?”

Bill lifted his head as he heard Charlie come in. The second he saw his face, his brows furrowed, remembering that he was still mad at them for throwing him and Theodora into the pond.

“What do you want?” He snapped at him, looking back at the ceiling.

“Listen, we are sorry for before. We took it too far.” Charlie cleared his throat. “Let me make it up to you by letting you beat me in some Exploding Snap.”

Bill lifted his body, his elbows supporting his weight, and looked at his brother with his eyes narrowed. He hated Charlie’s stupid apologetic grin but he couldn’t deny that playing a game with his siblings would be a good distraction.

“I will only forgive you if I win.” He glared at him, bumping into his shoulder as he exited the room.

Charlie went to the cupboard where the family had their board games to find the cards, while Bill and Ron moved the coffee table in the living room to make space for them to play on the floor.

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“You’re really bad at this game, Charles.” Bill laughed at his brother.

He wasn’t sure if Charlie was losing on purpose just because he promised him to win or if he actually sucked at the game.

“I told you I’ll let you win.” Charlie tried acting annoyed but he couldn’t deny that it was nice seeing his older brother relax a little.

“Ha! Another one for me!”

It didn’t matter how well Bill was doing or how bad Charlie was losing, Ron was still better than both of them. The cards didn’t explode in his face once and at this point he was having too much fun winning something against his two eldest brothers.

“Hi, Ron, Bill, Charlie.”

The trio was so busy having fun playing the game that they didn’t hear Theodora come downstairs. They all turned their heads to her when she greeted them.

“Hi,” Ron mumbled, being too busy winning.

“Hey, Theo.” Charlie grinned at her. “Hi, Theodora.” Bill bestowed her with a quick smile, trying to get back to the game as soon as possible.

“You call her Theodora?” Charlie chuckled, mocking Bill.

“That’s her name, isn’t it?” Bill said through his teeth.

He went without teasing him for a full hour and a half. Before Charlie could say anything back, the cards exploded in his face again, not getting the right pair. Bill laughed – that made him feel better.

“Mrs. Weasley, can I help you with anything?” Theodora sat down at the kitchen table and observed what Molly was doing.

“Oh, that’s quite alright, dear, you’ve been of great help in the afternoon.” She smiled at her.

“I want to make it up to you for this morning.” Theodora bit her lip.

She still felt guilty hearing Mrs. Weasley shout so much and seeing her so angry. It might’ve been George’s fault for letting the fireworks loose in their room but that wasn’t an excuse. She was right there and was equally guilty.

“Oh,” Molly’s smile grew larger, “I told you I don’t blame you. You don’t have to be so harsh on yourself.”

“But –” Theodora didn’t know how to reply.

She wasn’t used to someone being so nice to her. She knew her mother would blame her either way – being it her fault or not – and she would’ve punished her and bring it up for days.

“Listen, Theo,” Mrs. Weasley turned away from the counter and sat next to Theodora, “I know your mother is strict and I know what she wrote in that letter. I understand that you got detention in school but I also know you wouldn’t get in trouble if it wasn’t for my boys.” She sighed, looking at the ceiling as if she was trying to telepathically find out what they were doing in their room.

“I promised her to take care of you this summer and make you behave but you have been nothing but an angel so far so you have nothing to worry about.” Molly pulled Theodora into a hug and she was more than happy to return it.

Mrs. Weasley might have frightened her this morning a little bit with how angry she was but she couldn’t stop wishing for her mother to be more like her. Shouting when your children do something wrong is entirely different than not showing any affection to your child.

She knew Mrs. Weasley only did so because she loved her children and even if they behaved badly, she still showed them how much she loves them – something Theodora’s mother never did. Not with her nor her brother.

“Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.” Theodora pulled away and smiled at her.

“Any time, dear. Now go and play Exploding Snap with the boys.” She rubbed Theodora’s shoulder with her hand and nodded her head to her three sons.

“I think I’ll get some fresh air instead.” Theodora stood up and walked past the boys.

She tried hard not to look at them but in the end, she couldn’t stop her eyes from escaping to Bill who was looking back at her until a pair of cards exploded in his face. She giggled and walked outside.

Not only didn’t she want to play the game with the boys because Bill was there and she tried to avoid him as much as possible but she honestly wanted some alone time. She has never been surrounded by so many people before – except at Hogwarts but that was different – as her mother didn’t allow her to go anywhere.

While at school, she sometimes wanted a break from the twins as they could be too energetic for her taste at times, especially during that time of the month. She was grateful that they always understood when she wanted to be alone and never bothered her but waited for her to come to them instead.

“Bill, I thought you were better than Charlie.” Ron bestowed his older brother with a confused look.

He wasn’t doing as bad as Charlie did but the cards exploded in his face 4 times in the last 5 minutes.

“Oh, I know, why he suddenly sucks.” Charlie winked at Bill, leaving Ron oblivious.

Bill frowned and punched his brother in the arm. Playing Exploding Snap didn’t help him anymore. He wanted to hex Charlie now.

“Why don’t you join her outside?” Charlie kept pushing it.

“Will you give it a rest!” Bill raised his voice but then quickly looked towards where their mum was, hoping she couldn’t hear him.

“Is this about Theo?” Ron finally caught on and joined the conversation.

“Bill fancies her.” Charlie sang.

“I do not. It’s not like that at all.” Bill scoffed.

“How is it then?” Charlie asked with his eyebrows raised high.

“Oh, bugger off, Charles!”

“Sorry to interrupt your bromance but she is way out of your league, Bill.”

Bill stopped his staring war with Charlie and turned his head to his little brother, his mouth open. Ron was always the quiet one among the boys in the house and he has never heard him talk like that to him before.

He rolled his eyes, wanting to throw a pillow at both of them. Now, Ron was on Charlie’s side too. This day kept getting worse and worse.

“Oh, don’t listen to Ronald, William.” Charlie tried putting his hand on Bill’s shoulder but the glare his older brother gave him made him change his mind.

“Charlie, seriously stop.” Bill hissed. “This isn’t funny anymore.”

“Why are you so uptight?” Charlie’s expression turned into a serious one. “We’re just trying to help you.”

“You still don’t get it.” Bill pressed his fingers against his forehead and shook his head. “She’s still at school, she’s too young for me.”

“She’s more mature than both of you idiots.” Ron chortled.

“She’s 17,” Charlie said, ignoring Ron’s comment.

“Exactly, do you know how wrong that is?” Bill tried explaining.

Perhaps if he can make them see how wrong it would be for them to date, they are going to leave him alone and he can finally start enjoying his summer.

“Why?” Ron looked puzzled. “We become of age when we’re 17. She’s an adult, she can apparate and she can use magic out of school.”

“See, how is Ron making more sense than you right now?” Charlie raised an eyebrow at Bill.

“It’s...no...that’s not the point.” He didn’t know what to say.

Was he putting too much thought into this? Was he the only one seeing this as a big deal? They had an 8-year gap between them. No, they can’t be right. It would be weird. In a few years maybe but it was strange to think that she was the same age as his two mischievous brothers.

“It doesn’t matter, in the normal world, she is still underage.” Bill tried defending himself, crossing his arms on his chest.

“What are you, a Muggle?” Charlie furrowed his brows.

“There’s this girl in my Potions class, meaning she’s 15 and she is dating someone that just finished his seventh year and I know for a fact that he already celebrated his 18th birthday,” Ron said matter of factly.

“See and if people don’t see that as wrong, why should you?” Charlie supported Ron’s statement.

“They still don’t have an 8-year gap between them.” Bill stuck to his side.

“Is that what this is about? Because she’s so much younger?” Ron looked confused.

“Bill,” Charlie sighed, tired of fighting with his brother, “it’s clear that you like each other. Will you stop fighting yourself and just see what happens? What if you hit it off and it turns out to be the best decision you have ever made?”

Bill stared at Charlie as if he just told him he doesn’t care about dragons anymore. He couldn't believe the words that came out of his mouth. That had to be the most mature thing he has ever said.

Charlie was very hard working when it came to his job and it was just about the only time he was serious. He was a goofball and liked to laugh and not take things seriously in any other situation.

“So?” Bill turned his head to Ron as he spoke, still looking astounded.

“So, what?”

“Are you going to argue with us some more and miss your opportunity to be alone with her or are you going to gather up some courage and join her outside?” Charlie nodded his head toward the door.

“I –”

Bill was speechless. He didn’t know what to do or how to answer the question. It was like a never-ending battle inside his head. He wanted to stand up at once, grab the blanket from the sofa and walk outside. But the voice inside his head was still telling him that it’s a bad idea and that they simply can’t be together.

“Bill, if you don’t go out right now, I’ll go and I’ll tell her you have a crush on her!” Charlie said with a serious voice.

“Fine!”

Bill stood up angrily, feeling as if he was being blackmailed. He snatched the blanket from the sofa and went outside, slamming the door hard behind him.

He found Theodora sitting on a stump in the garden, looking at the stars. She looked ravishing in the moonlight and it seemed as if she was deep in her thoughts.

He knew this was a bad idea. He was ready to turn around and go back inside. He can’t do this. He doesn’t care if Charlie’s going to tell her how he feels. He’s an adult. He can just go back to Egypt!

“Bill?” He stopped walking back towards the house when he heard Theodora speak.

“Hi,” he turned to her and waved awkwardly, “want some company?”

Her face lit up at his words but she didn’t like the fact that her heart started beating faster against her ribcage.

“Would love to.” She said with a rusty voice.

“Come with me.” Bill smiled at her gently and waved his hand for her to stand up.

He has to stop smiling at her like this, her head was losing it. Was this a bad idea? Where was he taking her? She probably shouldn’t be alone with him.

As if she didn’t hear the voice inside her head at all, she stood up and walked toward Bill. He gently took her hand and started walking down the path.

His touch took her breath away. What was he doing? Why were they holding hands and why couldn’t she take her eyes off their entwined fingers? She wasn’t sure how she felt about this sudden change in Bill’s behavior.

She shook her head. She was reading too much into this. He just wanted to make sure she followed him, that’s all.

They stopped by the edge of the orchard, where the tournament is going to take place in a few weeks.

“This is a better place to look at the stars,” Bill explained, looking at the sky.

He let go of her hand and Theodora’s heart leaped as he did. She had to try hard not to grab it again. It was soft and warm and the feeling it gave her was so nice.

Bill unfolded the blanket and placed it on the ground. He gestured to Theodora to sit down and she did.

She leaned on her hands behind her back and lifted her head to look at the sky.

“Wow.” The sight took her breath away.

There wasn’t a cloud in sight and she has never seen so many stars before. What a difference the complete darkness makes.

“I told you.” Bill chuckled and sat down next to her.

As he was positioning himself their fingers brushed together, making them look at each other. Bill quickly pulled his hand closer to his side of the blanket and was thankful it was so dark that Theodora couldn’t see his cheeks turning scarlet.

He doesn’t know how he mustered the courage to grab her hand before and he was sure she could tell how nervous he was, as his hands were shaking while they were walking. He was mad at himself because he couldn’t deny how good it felt holding her hand but he still couldn’t agree with Charlie and Ron that this was okay.

“Do you know any constellations, Theodora?” Bill asked her after a few minutes of them stargazing in silence.

“You know you can call me Theo, right?”

Bill turned his head to her, grateful that he moved a bit further away before, otherwise their noses would be touching right now. Despite sitting in complete darkness, he could still see her lips curving when she spoke due to the faint moonlight.

“I love your full name.” He blurted out, too busy gazing into her eyes to think straight.

His eyes widened when he realized that he shouldn’t have told her that. He knew he could call her Theo. Everybody in his family did and he knew she wouldn’t mind if he did the same. But he liked her full name. It suited her so well and he would be lying if he would say that he didn’t like how it sounded when he said her name out loud.

“Oh.” Theodora bit her lip, a bit taken aback by his words.

Nobody ever complimented her name before and everyone she knew always tried shortening it in any way. Theo. Dora. Odie. She never liked her name much. She always thought it was too long and wrong for her but now that Bill said – so genuinely – that he likes it, perhaps it wasn’t that bad.

“Thank you.” She managed to add.

The last thing she wanted was to make Bill uncomfortable and leave. She knew it would be better if he did as this was too romantic and she knew that she will only start crushing on him harder because of it but she couldn’t help herself. She wanted to let go and just enjoy his company while it lasts.

“So what made you run away from Fred and George?” Bill tried desperately to find something to talk about.

“I just needed a break,” Theodora answered honestly. “We have been working on a product together for the past 3 hours and sometimes I want some alone time.”

“They can be a bit much sometimes, yes.” Bill chuckled.

“They are amazing friends. Sadly, they don’t show their good side to most people. They like to hide their true personality behind pranks and mischief.” Theodora defended her two best friends.

It was true, she wanted to get away so she could relax a bit after working and thinking hard without a break for such a long time. But she wouldn’t trade the twins for anyone in the world. They were the best friends she could ever ask for.

“How did you become friends?” Bill asked her.

“Well, we’re schoolmates, being in the same year but I was pretty much alone in our first year. I’m not big on making friends.” She giggled. “But then in our second year, George was trying to sabotage someone’s potion in Snape’s class by making it explode, but instead of throwing something into their potion, he threw it in mine. Snape gave me detention and didn’t want to hear any of the twins’ excuses.” Theodora laughed at the memory.

“So when I came out of detention that night, Fred and George waited for me in the common room and started apologizing, promising they will make it up to me.” She finished her story.

“And did they make it up to you?” Bill was curious.

“Yeah. They helped with my detention and brought me candy every day for 14 days before I asked them where are they getting it from and they showed me how to get to the kitchen. Their adventures intrigued me and before I knew it I didn’t have a choice whether I would like to go or not.” Theodora smiled.

“So you’re like them?” Bill tried not to be judgemental but he really couldn’t see how she could like pranks as much as they do.

“Nah. I’m more there for the fun. It’s nice to see them brainstorming and it’s nice to do something else than studying.”

“When you put it that way...” Bill rubbed his chin, thinking.

“As I said,” Theodora hugged her knees, looking up at the stars again, “they’re smart and can be serious, they just don’t show it to everyone.”

“They do seem pretty serious about that joke shop idea of theirs.” Bill thought out loud.

“Oh, they are. I can’t wait until we graduate and we open the shop.” Theodora clapped.

“We?” Bill looked at her puzzled.

“Oh, I thought they told you.” She smiled apologetically at him. “We’re opening the shop together.”

“No, they didn’t tell me.” Bill suddenly felt left out. “Charlie told me about it. I guess he’s easier to talk to about these things.”

He shrugged his shoulders, hoping it would come across as if it doesn’t bother him that the twins tell more to Charlie than him, even though he is the eldest. Perhaps he was too strict and they felt like he wouldn’t understand. But they were wrong — he does understand.

Mum would be against it, but when wasn’t she against something one of her children wanted to do? She wanted Bill to stay closer to home and Charlie to pick a less dangerous job. Maybe she was proud of Percy for working for the Ministry but he wasn’t home that often either.

He decided then and there that he has to loosen up a bit. He has to stop being such a parent, stop being so similar to mum and just enjoy life more. He couldn’t deny that their idea of a joke shop sounded brilliant. There weren’t many shops like that, come to think of it, there wasn’t any in Diagon Alley and not only kids love that stuff.

“What about being a Curse Breaker?” He wanted to know why she changed her mind, hoping that Fred and George didn’t drag her into it.

“I was excited about it, especially,” she took a deep breath, “especially when you told me so much about it all those years ago.”

She wasn’t so sure it was a good idea to tell him that but she was enjoying talking to him so much. She felt as if she could tell him anything and he would listen.

“I do have good marks at school, I am more than qualified for the job, I did great on my O.W.L.s but I fell in love with coming up with ideas to make joke products and then brainstorming about how we are going to create them and when they are fully tested and you can give them to a kid...” Theodora gently shook her head. “...the joy it brings them is pure happiness.”

Bill didn’t know what to say. He didn’t expect her to say that. He loved that she was opening his eyes to so many things – he always felt as if he was too narrow-minded and the way she explained it to him made so much sense.

“That is an amazing job to have.” Bill grinned. “So you want to do it for the joy of others?”

“Yes, I love kids.”

She said that so genuinely that Bill’s heart skipped a beat. He has never heard a 17-year-old say that before.

“You’re really mature for your age, do you know that.” The words escaped his mouth.

“So I have been told.” Theodora giggled but the smile quickly faded away from her face.

“Did I say something wrong?” Bill sat closer to her, not sure what changed her mood so quickly.

“No,” Theodora reassured him with a smile, “it’s just the reason for me being that way is rather bitter for me.”

“Want to talk about it?” Bill tilted his head, now sitting so close to her that their shoulders were touching.

He could see that something was bothering her and they have been having such a nice time he didn’t want anything ruining it for her. He wanted to hug her so badly but thought better of it.

“It’s my mum,” Theodora started, “Fred and George are the only ones who know what a monster she is.”

Bill’s eyes widened with her choice of words to describe her mother.

“She’s the reason my brother moved to America instead of taking an Auror job here, she’s the reason dad left because she didn’t support him. She wants me to be just like Eric and doesn’t let me breathe without criticizing me.” Theodora rolled her eyes. “That’s why I am so close to Fred and George, they make me feel so welcomed and that’s why I correspond with Charlie so much.” She smiled.

“I hope you know how lucky you are to have such a loving family, Bill.”

Bill just nodded. She was right. He couldn’t complain. Yes, it was crowded and they didn’t have a lot of money growing up but they were loved and they had each other.

He understood why she was so independent now, why she thought the way she did – she was on her own, she didn’t have a choice. She was a fighter.

Something ignited in Bill’s chest with those thoughts. He didn’t think she could grow on him more but she did and he couldn’t deny it anymore. He couldn’t tell himself anymore that he doesn’t fancy her, because he does – a lot.

For the first time, he forgot all about their age gap, forgot about how young she was, and started seeing the situation from the perspective of his brothers.

He didn’t even care who was right and who was wrong anymore as she continued to talk about her mother and with every story she told him about her, he felt a bigger urge to protect her, to defend her, to keep her away from that woman – and not just as a friend – wishing for nothing else that she could join him in Egypt.

But he could never do that to her. He would never ask something that big of her. His heart sank as he realized that it doesn’t matter if he would be okay with their age difference – they simply couldn’t work out.

Knowing that they will never happen and even if he lets his guard and morals down and would give in to his feelings they can’t be together. He was in Egypt and was going to stay there for the foreseeable future and she was going to run a successful shop with his brothers.

A smile painted Bill’s face and his chest felt lighter when he realized that they might not end up together but at least she will have Fred and George and if he can’t be there for her – stand by her side as her partner – he knew that the twins won’t disappoint him because he knew how much she meant to them.

They ended up laying on the blanket, observing the sky, almost until the morning. Theodora couldn’t believe how much they had to talk about. She felt so vulnerable when she told him about her mother but Bill was so understanding and his presence made the memories she relived so much easier to bear.

Bill talked about his job and told her all about the tomb he is currently working in. He told her stories of when the twins were little and made her laugh so much that she shed a couple of tears.

She has never seen Bill in such a way. He seemed so much more relaxed around her than with the others and she liked that a lot. He opened up and got more talkative and as much as she loved that he did as much she didn’t like the fact that her crush was turning into something more serious.

She has only been at the Burrow for a few days and her feelings for him started growing already. She didn’t want to know how she will be able to contain them and what will happen to her when the summer ends.

She took a deep breath, careful not to startle Bill as he just started to tell her how Charlie fell off a broom when he was 9, as she tried calming herself down.

She knew that they were just friends, Bill will never be able to see more in her than that. She came to terms with that and decided to relax and enjoy being his friend as he made her laugh once again, imitating Charlie’s screams when he barely scratched his knee when he fell off the broom.

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wh0reyp0tter · 3 years

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Hi, I was wondering could you please write a Fred Weasley X Slytherin!Reader enemies to lovers, angst but with a flulffy ending🌝💚

Obnoxious and Loud F.W

Fred Weasley x fem!slytherin!reader

Includes: Swearing, angst, kiss, fluff, and a bit of pining

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“You’re staring at him again,” Daphne teases as she nudges my shoulder. “When are you going to admit you like him?” My face turns up in disgust as I turn to look at the blonde girl.

“You’ve got to be joking. Me liking Weasley? You’re mental, I can barely hold in my vomit when I look at him,” I argue.

“You say that yet whenever he’s around, you can’t keep your eyes off him,” she retorts. “Don’t you agree, Tors?” Astoria looks over at the pair of us with a confused look on her face.

“Agree with what?” She asks.

“Daph seems to think I fancy I fancy Weasley,” I laugh.

“Fred? Oh, I agree,” she hums. My mouth falls open as I look at her.

“Why does everyone seem to think I like him!?” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up.

“Because you’re always looking at him like a weirdo,” Daphne grins.

“No, I am not!” I argue. The pair look at each other before they laugh.

“Sure, Y/N,” Astoria says between laughs.

“I’m not going to sit here and take this,” I huff dramatically.

“Love you,” Daphne calls.

“Piss off,” I retort as I stand up.

“Where are you going?” Astoria asks.

“I have to go talk to Snape about the homework,” I reply. She nods in acknowledgment before I walk out of the Great Hall. I make my way down to the Potions classroom before pushing open the door.

“Professor?” I say as I look around the room as I walk in further. Suddenly I feel a cold liquid fall over my body.

“What the fuck!” I yell. I bring my hands up to wipe the thick fluid off my face. I open my eyes to see red paint and gold glitter covering my hands. I turn around before stomping my way back to the Great Hall. “Weasley!” I shriek, everyone’s head snapping towards me. I walk to the Gryffindor table as I see George and Fred laughing whilst looking at me.

“Oh, Y/L/N, finally rooting for the best house. aye?” Fred smirks.

“Are you kidding me?” I yell. “You think this is funny?”

“No,” Fred says. My face softens for a moment as I look at him. “I think this is hilarious.”

“You’re an arse, Fred Weasley,” I seeth.

“Oh darling, I think it looks fantastic on you,” he smirks. I huff loudly as I glare at the boys. I quickly make my way to the showers.

I sit in the Common Room with Daphne and Astoria on either side of me. “I’m going to get him back. I swear to Merlin, he won’t know what hit him,” I huff.

“How are you going to do that? Glitter and paint?” Astoria asks.

“Oh my dear Milli, I’m going to hit them so hard they won’t remember their names,” I smirk. Daphne grins at me as we start discussing my plan.

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“Y/L/N!” Two boys yell in sync. I try to hide my smile as I stare down out my plate. Once I can feel the anger radiating off the boys in front of me, I look up. I see two very pissed-off Weasley staring down at me. Their once pale skin, now bright green.

“Hello, boys,” I grin.

“What the fuck is this?” George asks.

“Whatever could you be talking about?” I say innocently.

“My entire bloody body is green!” Fred yells, anger rumbling in his voice.

“Hm, I couldn’t tell,” I reply. The two boys have smoke practically pouring out of their ears as they glare down at me.

“Fix it,” George seethes.

“Hm,” I say as I tap my pointer finger against my chin. “I don’t think I will. Have a good day though.” They huff loudly as they walk back out of the Great Hall.

“That was brilliant,” Daphne laughs. I join her and Astoria in loud laughter.

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“I think I just fell in love,” Fred mumbles to his brother. George’s head snaps over to his twin as he looks at him in shock.

“With Y/L/N!?” He exclaims.

“I don’t know, but watching her laugh made my stomach feel weird. And no one’s ever pranked us back like that,” Fred replies.

“Bloody hell,” George murmurs. The pair make their way to Madame Pomfrey as George looks over at his brother. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. You always look for her whenever we do a prank. As soon as you see her laugh you get all happy and shit.” Fred’s cheeks heat up as he stares down at his shoes.

“Fuck off,” he says.

“Good morning boys! How can I- oh Merlin,” Madame Pomfrey says. “Come on in.”

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Days passed since my prank on the boys. The pranks geared towards me have stopped which confuses me. I shake myself out of my thoughts as I continue to get dressed. I change into a pair of jeans and a shirt before pulling trainers over my sock-covered feet. I jog down to the Common Room to see Astoria, Daphne, Draco, Blaise, and Theo waiting for me. “Finally,” Draco huffs.

“Piss off, Ferret Boy,” I glare. Astoria and Daphne cover their laughs as we begin our trek to Hogsmeade. As we walk down the street I see Draco stop in his tracks and look towards one of the stores.

“Awe look at Weaslebee! Can’t afford to get anything can you?” Draco mocks. I turn to see Fred Weasley walking out of Zonko’s with his hands in his pockets. Fred shooks him a glare as I turn to look at Draco. I shove my elbow into his ribs as I turn to look at him.

“Shut the fuck up, Draco,” I say. Draco gives me a look of confusion before I shove him towards Madame Puddifoot’s. Fred gives me a soft smile before I follow my friends inside. Once we take our seat I see Daphne smirking at me.

“You like Fred,” she grins. I scoff loudly as I shake my head.

“No, I don’t like him. He’s loud and obnoxious! And that thing he does with his hands when he’s thinking is so annoying,” I argue.

“Awe! You notice little things about him. That’s so cute,” Astoria coos.

“I don’t like Weasley, I’d never like someone like him,” I scoff. “He’s nothing to me.”

Fred pushes the door to Madame Puddifoot’s open with a wide smile on his face. He finally had worked up the courage to ask Y/N on a date. George and Lee had been hyping him up for days. He stops in his tracks as he hears the girl’s voice ring in his ears. “I don’t like Weasley, I’d never like someone like him. He’s nothing to me,” she says to her friends. The grin on his face quickly falls into a look of hurt before turning on his heels and walking back towards his brother and their best friend.

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“You okay, Freddie?” George asks. “What’d she say?”

“I didn’t even get to ask,” he replies sadly. “I heard her talking to her friends. She said she could never like someone like me.”

“She’s obviously a git, mate. Look at her friends!” Lee says.

“I didn’t think she was like them,” Fred says.

“I’m sorry, Freddie,” George says sadly, placing his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“I’ll be fine, come one, let’s go do something,” Fred says. The other two boys stand up and follow him where ever he’s off to.

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It’s been about a week since our trip to Hogsmeade. Fred and George haven’t pulled any pranks on me, which is confusing. I usually have to go out of my way to avoid those boys’ antics. I’m snapped out of my thoughts by Tori’s voice.

“You okay, Y/N/N?” She asks from her bed.

“Just thinking,” I reply.

“About what?” Daphne questions, looking up from her half-painted nails.

“Fred and George haven’t been pranking me,” I reveal.

“Isn��t that a good thing?” The blonde asks.

“I’ve barely seen either of them. Fred hasn’t even talked to me,” I say softly.

“I thought you hated him,” Astoria hums.

“I don’t know, I think I do. But, I don’t like that he’s not around,” I mutter. A smirk breaks across Daphne’s face as she looks at me.

“You fancy him!” She exclaims.

“I fancy him,” I parrot quietly, staring at my bed.

“You have to tell him!” Tori coos.

“How do I do that!? ‘Hey, Fred! I know we hate each other but I don’t any more!” I scoff.

“Yes!” Daph replies. I shake my head quickly.

“There’s no way he likes me back,” I laugh sarcastically.

“You don’t know unless you try,” Tori points out.

“Do it! Now! Go!” Daph says, shoeing me towards the door. She pulls it open before shoving me through the door.

“I’m in my pajamas!” I shriek.

“That’s okay,” she laughs. “You look great! The shorts pull the look together!” I roll my eyes before I make my way into the Common Room. I trudge up the steps leading towards the corridor before I walk towards the Gryffindor Common Room. I see George about to walk through the portrait hole as I call out to him.

“George!” I say loudly. He turns and makes eye contact with me before his face hardens. I look at him in confusion before he speaks.

“What, Y/L/N,” he says blankly.

“Could you get Fred for me? I have to tell him something,” I reply.

“What do you need to tell him? I’ll relay the message,” George says, anger in his voice.

“Erm, it’s really just between him and me,” I say, my face heating with a blush.

“I don’t think there’s anything else you need to say. You obviously said enough in Puddifoot’s,” he replies.

“What? I didn’t see him in there,” I say confused.

“Yeah, he heard you talking to your little mates. ‘I could never like someone like him.’ Ring a bell?” George seethes.

“I was saying that because my mates have been banging on that I fancy Fred. I didn’t mean it the way you think I did. I was saying he’s loud and obnoxious. But, tonight I was talking to the girls about how you lot weren’t pranking me. And Fred wasn’t speaking to me, Daph and Tors made me realize,” I stop midsentence as my face turns even redder.

“You fancy my brother,” George says with a smirk. “I’ll be right back.” He disappears as I try to get the blush on my face to go away. George returns with a sleepy-looking Fred trailing after him.

“The bloody hell couldn’t wait til tomorrow, Y/L/N,” Fred says, rubbing his eyes. George nods at me from behind his town with a grin and a thumbs up. I stifle a laugh as I look back at the boy in front of me.

“I was chatting with the girls about you not talking to me lately. And they made me realize something,” I start. Fred groans as he throws his head back.

“Georgie threw the covers of my bed and jumped the piss out of me because we aren’t talking anymore? Y/L/N, I think this can wait until tomorrow,” he huffs. He turns around to begin the trek back to his dorm.

“Fredrick Gideon Weasley!” I say loudly. George’s eyes widen as his brother pauses. Fred turns to look at me as I speak. “I know you heard what I said to my mates at Puddifoot’s. But, you took it the completely wrong way. They were taking the piss out of me because they thought I fancied you. I was arguing with them, and I said how I thought the little thing you do with your hands when you’re thinking was annoying. And Tors said it was cute how I noticed little things about you. And I said you were obnoxious and loud, that’s what I meant. But I was wrong. I noticed when you stopped talking to me. I noticed when you stopped pranking me, and I hated it. I hated that I didn’t have your attention anymore. And tonight the girls made me realize that I don’t hate you, I haven’t for a while I suppose.” I bite my cheek for a moment. “I really fancy you, Weasley.” A grin grows across the ginger’s face as he looks down at me.

“Glad we’re on the same page,” Fred says softly. He brings a large hand to the side of my face before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips. My eyes flutter shut as I wrap my arm around the tall boy’s neck. Once he pulls away we both wear matching grins. “Tomorrow, Three Broomsticks?”

“Of course,” I grin.

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dramioneasks · 2 months

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The Best Mistake - Chels_Writes_a_Fic - E, 26 chapters, Words: 127,444 - Hermione Granger does not make mistakes, at least not often. After making the biggest, dumbest, most horrible mistake of her life, Hermione must deal with the repercussions while keeping her relationship with her Auror partner, Draco Malfoy, strictly professional. He, of course, has other plans. Amidst a resurgence in Death Eater activity, the likes of which Britain hasn’t seen since the First Wizarding War, Hermione will come to realize that the mistake she’s made with Draco might not be so bad at all. It just might be the best mistake.

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marieiswishingon-a-star · 3 years

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Ladies Night You X The Dragon

It felt like forever since you’ve had a night out with friends. Ann the troublemaker of the group suggested ladies night at the local male strip club for your girl’s night out. The club Ann chose was notorious for the male strippers touching women in the audience. Tonight is lades night two for one jello shots. You never liked Male Strippers you always thought they were cheesy, but you still decided to go you missed your friends. Dressed in your favorite black silk shirt and black pants you left your long chestnut colored hair down you are ready to go in your high heels as you shut and lock your front door you hear your friend Lacey’s laughter as she drives up to your house. Your brown eyes dance with happiness when you see your friend Lacey get out of her small car and grab you by the hand and leads you to her black two seater car. You get in. Lacy looked pretty in her pink out fit. Knowing Lacey liked to drive fast you held hold on for dear life inside her car. Soon your friend Lacey parked in front of the white large theater. “Come on “your name” “we are going to be late for the show Ann and Janice are already waiting in line for us with tickets”. All four of you greet each other with hugs happy to see one another. Since turning 30 this year work is all you have been focused on. You had no time for a social life or romance. The line moved and finally all four of you got into the club. Walking inside the club it’s dark inside the only light is on the stage. You find a table near the stage. Your table has a perfect view of the stage. As the four of you sit down at the table and got comfortable a waiter barley wearing anything asks if you want some to drink? “I'll have two lime two jello shots”. you answer. Your fiends also order jello shots and fruity drinks. The place is crowed with women.

Five minutes later a hot male presenter comes out on stage bare chested and handsome with blond hair a pair of chaps on “You ladies are in for a treat tonight we have the the best male dancers around here tonight!”. He takes a bow and leaves the stage. The audience claps and hoots at that moment your table receives your drinks. You take both of your lime shots at once. Not feeling much from the alcohol you ask the waiter for a few more jello shots. The waiter takes you order and leaves. The lights come back on a wild beefy cake of man stood on the stage he looked like one of those cheesy strippers you had feared it would be. He was muscle bound and with a tan and leaper skin under wear. feeling in embarrassed all you wanted to do was hide. Luckily George the animal stripper did not come to your table he did his act and left the stage. The next handsome stripper had the moves he was great to watch and he winked at you. Which made you laugh. After the 5 jello shots you had, you were starting to loosen up. You started to relax and enjoy yourself.

The next act the stage went dark only the lights on were the lights that outlined the stage were on black smoke rolled off the stage a the spot light slowly came up on man. very Tall, dark and handsome man he had you enthralled the moment you laid eyes on him. He is the most handsome man you had ever seen. He reminded you of Theo James the actor somewhat but this man was taller with more muscles. His eyes and face were intense as he gaze into the sea of women. His body so muscular with a dark tan. He had a Large black Dragon tattoo that covered whole right side of his bare chest. You unknowingly held your breath as you watched him move seductively to the music. “I would love to have a piece of that” Ann said in your ear. All of a sudden he looked into your eyes every molecule in your body came to life. When he started to grinded his body it felt like he was doing it was just for you. Just then you could have swore you saw the Dragon move on his body on it’s own. He held your gaze as if he could see what you were thinking. He ended the dance and lights came back on. Feeling light headed you didn’t know what just happened to you? Your heart was still pounding that gorgeous man would be burned into your mind forever.

A few minutes later the waiter came back to your table he walked over to you. “Would like you a lap dance”? reply to the waiter “Aren't’ we the one’s that request for a lap dance from one of the dancer’s”?. “ Usually yes Xavier would like to dance for you” the waiter explained. “Xavier was he the dancer that just leave the stage a few minutes ago” you ask. “Yes” the waiter replied.

Feeling nervous you say yes to the waiter he gives you instructions “Go to the back the private rooms are be hide the red velvet curtain”. Ann sitting right next to you starts teasing you “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do”. they all started saying hooting and laughing as you walked to red Velvet curtains and walk down the dark hall you can hear the loud music coming from the stage and opened the door to the private room in black.

There is only a high back black chair sat in the center of the room. Feeling nervous you take a deep breath you have never done anything like this before. You close the door and sit down on the chair the lights in the room dim. Then you see Xavier appear in the corner of the room. He is bare chested with low waisted black pants. He walks over to you. Your heart is pounding.. What’s he going to do? you think. “I’m your name” you say thinking to introduce yourself. He smiles at you confessing “I want you Xavier tells you Standing in front of you now he lifts’ your chin and kisses you. He places your hands on his bare chest as he still kisses you rubbing your hands up and down him. Just then you felt the dragon scales. It made you jump a little in your chair. He kept your hands on him rubbing creating in you raw tension. He feels so good he deepen the kiss. He continued to kiss you. He pulled you up in front of him and held you tight against his body, it didn’t even come to mind he was not suppose to do that. He opened the buttons of your silk shirt and it slid to the floor. You felt so hot. He worked his hands on your bra and he lowered his pants. he rubbed your breasts and body. something hard hit the sensitive place between your legs. Your pant stayed on. The it kept rubbing on the sensitive place. The next thing you know you Orgasm. feeling weak Xavier lighten the kiss allowing the tension to flow out of you. You feel so relaxed. How do you feel" he asks you. His voice is deep and soft he kisses your cheek. Relaxed.. "Come home with me" he askes you. yes you reply and get dressed . You both get and on his motorcycle and leave. Holding on to him tight You would have never imaged one night at a male strip club could change your live forever.

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coffeestainsandcashmere · 4 years

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‘All that’s best of dark and bright’ - a Draco x Hermione x Theo story - Chapter Five

Again, for the 0.2 people following on here as well as Ao3...

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Summary:

Hermione makes up with Ginny again, and is then given plenty to think about after a few revelations during and after a double potions class partnered with Theo. Draco remains distant and wary, but Theo seems determined to haul him into the limelight regardless.

Hermione drew back the curtain of her four-poster, shattering the silencing charm she habitually placed around it, to find that Ginny was also just getting up, her hair a tangled, tousled mess on one side, and her cheek lined with pillow creases. Gentle morning light filtered in through the warped glass of the leaded window beside her, making the vibrant red of her hair stand out all the more in the Gryffindor-red dormitory.

The moment she spotted Hermione stirring too, Ginny opened her mouth, but before she could say whatever it was, Hermione barrelled over the top of her with an apology. “Ginny, I’m so sorry about yesterday. I was insensitive, and —”

“Godric, Hermione,” Ginny laughed, rolling her eyes, “I’m the one who nearly bit your head off at the table!”

“You had every right,” Hermione countered quietly, running her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to tame it. “I understand why you were upset.”

Ginny came over and plonked herself down on Hermione’s bed, drawing her legs up and hugging her knees. She swallowed thickly and then shot her friend a sidelong look and sighed heavily. “I spoke to George yesterday morning while everyone was at breakfast,” she said and Hermione’s stomach dropped. “He… He wasn’t doing so well, and it brought it all back.”

Hermione put her arm around Ginny’s shoulders and hugged her close. With everything freshly dredged up again, it was no wonder she’d reacted the way she had to Hermione’s growing closeness to a Slytherin, and her thoughts on attempting to move on. They’d only lost Fred four months ago, right here in the castle.

“I miss him so much,” she choked. “It still doesn’t feel real. I keep expecting him to come round a corner with George or something…”

“I know.”

Neither of them moved for a little while, but Ginny finally snuffled a bit and Hermione drew back. “So…” Ginny said sceptically. “Nott really isn't a complete arsehole?”

She shook her head, curls bouncing everywhere. “He doesn't seem to be, no.”

“Huh.” Her mind was clearly still on the topic of the company the Slytherin kept, because a moment later she raised an eyebrow and asked, “I suppose not all Slytherins are terrible. Astoria Greengrass is actually quite nice. She’s in Charms with me.” After a moment she added, “What about… Malfoy?”

Hermione hadn’t had the time - or quite frankly the inclination - to think about anything from his point of view before his trial, but now that she was back here and only really had her classes to focus on, she had found herself studying her fellow ‘eighth years’ a little more closely. There were only a handful of them, and only three in Slytherin had deigned to return for their N.E.W.T.s. Of Hermione’s own already limited circle of friends, there was just Neville and Luna. Beyond that, only Padma Patil, Ernie Macmillian, Anthony Goldstein, Hannah Abbott, Daphne Greengrass, Theodore Nott, and Draco Malfoy had returned to finish off their studies formally. Everyone else was out there living their lives already, rebuilding, and trying to move on however they could.

Realising she’d been quiet for a bit too long, Hermione shrugged. “I actually haven’t had much to do with Malfoy this term, beyond the occasional partnering with him in class. He’s definitely different though.” She recalled how sickly she’d thought Malfoy in her sixth year, how gaunt he’d been and thought again about the immense pressure he must have been under on all sides… “He never volunteers any information in class now, and I don’t think I’ve seen him speak to anyone other than Theo… and perhaps Daphne Greengrass once or twice, though I’m not taking any of the same classes as her.” After another pause, she ventured, “Hagrid said he actually went to apologise to him.”

“You’re shitting me?”

“Nope.”

Ginny looked like she’d been slapped. “Huh. Too bad he hasn’t extended the same courtesy to us yet…”

Hermione shrugged. “Maybe he’s working up to it,” she said with knowingly generous optimism, and Ginny snorted. “We Gryffindors can be rather intimidating, you know?” she added playfully and Ginny grinned at her. The warmth and genuine amusement in that smile went some way to reassuring Hermione that, fundamentally, Ginny would be alright in the end. Behind the weight of grief, she was still the same playful, fierce, loyal, loving friend she had come to know. Their friendship was mostly through their mutual connections to Ron and Harry rather than in its own right, but recently they’d become a little closer.

“Too bloody right we’re intimidating,” Ginny agreed. “Come on, I’m starving. Let’s go down to breakfast,” she said as she pushed herself off Hermione’s bed. She paused and looked back at her. “You might want to… uh… fix your hair a bit,” she said, eyeing Hermione’s bed-head of frizzy curls.

“Likewise,” she snorted, reaching for a bottle of Sleakeasy’s on her bedside table. “You want some?”

Down in the Great Hall, their respective manes just about tamed, Ginny slid a plate of chocolate croissants Hermione’s way and asked, “You sure you won’t come to tryouts on Saturday?”

Halfheartedly sliding one off the platter and plucking it gently into pieces, she shook her head. “I think I’ll probably just use the time to get ahead with some homework.”

“But it’s your birthday!” Ginny blurted, horrified. “You can’t do homework on your birthday! Plus it’s a weekend! If I didn’t have tryouts, I’d be throwing you a huge all-day party…”

“Yes, because I really love big parties, Ginny,” she said with affectionate sarcasm.

“A small three hour party?” Ginny asked hopefully, pouring Hermione some more tea before topping up her own mug.

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll come down to the common room at three. Don’t do anything embarrassing.”

Ginny grinned and it went absolutely nowhere towards reassuring her. She was a Weasley after all, and they were all prone to shenanigans, if not pranks. “Better make it four. The Slytherin team is holding their tryouts in the morning, and Gryffindor’s up after lunch, but I should be done by half three.”

With another gentle eye roll, she nodded. “Fine.”

“Great. I’ve got a plan…”

In double Potions later that morning, Hermione found herself paired with Theo for the brewing of a volubilis potion. It seemed that after their playful patrol the night before, the two had inched a little closer towards something that might be called friendship, and although he rarely strayed from polite remarks and the vaguest hint of teasing banter, she got the distinct impression he wanted to open up a little more.

Malfoy was the only one in the class without a partner, sitting at a bench on his own since there was an odd number that day, and he wasn’t exactly anyone’s first choice. Besides, he was good enough at potions that he probably didn’t need a partner anyway. Except, he was usually Theo’s first choice of course, but something wordless had passed between them as they’d entered the Potions dungeon together and their gazes - one sapphire, the other mercury - had sought her out at the same time. Apparently as a result, Theo had returned Malfoy’s little nod and made a beeline for her table, while Malfoy had seated himself at the bench on the end without comment. She didn’t ask, and the potion they were focusing on that day was a complicated one. Done correctly, it would change the way a person’s voice sounded, but any mistakes and it could leave the vocal cords permanently damaged at best; completely corroded away at worst.

“Now,” Slughorn chirped as they neared the end of the intricate brewing process an hour and a half later. “If you wish to alter your voice to that of someone specific, remember that the volubilis potion will work in much the same way as a polyjuice potion once it’s reached this stage. It’ll still function as it is without any additions, but the effects will be somewhat more random. Go ahead and try it out. I’m satisfied that all of you have produced the correct formula, though some of them might taste a little funny,” he added with a sceptical glance into Padma and her partner Emma’s cauldron. “And don’t worry - I have the antidote here so that you don’t have to go into lunch sounding like your Potions partner, or perhaps a surprised doxy.” He chortled to himself at that and let them continue.

Hermione looked up at Theo across the gold-tinged fumes rising from their finished potion, and he grinned a slow-dawning, feral smile at her. “Granger,” he purred.

“Nott…” she smiled back warily, mirroring his tone. He clearly wanted to switch voices with her and she found that she actually wasn’t averse to the notion.

“Come on,” he said, raising the sharp, delicate scissors to his forelock and snipping off a single hair as she ladled a tiny amount of the syrupy potion into the two cups in front of her.

He dropped the hair into her cup and they watched it dissolve completely while he stirred it with a glass rod. He had purple ink on his knuckles that day, she tried not to note. To distract herself, she cut a few inches off the end of a single hair of her own and placed it into his potion.

They chinked cups as if they were celebrating at the Three Broomsticks after a quidditch match, and then downed it.

It had a slightly minty taste, sweet from the honeywater and with a bitter aftertaste from the mandrake root. She looked at Theo and waited for him to unleash whatever delightful torment he had planned. It never even struck her as odd that she trusted him not to humiliate her, but she did expect a fairly decent ribbing, almost the way she’d got used to from Harry and Ron.

“I’m Hermione Granger,” Theo cooed a moment later in her voice, bringing his fingers dramatically to his collarbone and flouncing his imaginary hair about with the other. “And I’m smart and beautiful and there’s literally nothing in the world I don’t know.”

She flushed hot and looked down at her notebook on the table.

“What?” Theo-with-Hermione’s-voice asked innocently. “Are you suggesting that we shouldn’t all be on our knees before you? Oh Gryffindor goddess? Oh Golden Girl of the legendary —”

She had to shut him up. Of all the things he could have said, she hadn’t expected him to embarrass her with praise and flattery. “That’s not —” she snorted, but she stopped abruptly as Theo’s own voice sounded from her throat. “Well,” she said, touching her fingers to her neck. “That’s interesting.”

Theo paused and offered her a crooked smile, one dimple pinching his cheek. “Having fun there, Granger?” he said. “Discovering all the joys of my sultry tones…? Oh the things my voice can do, Hermione… If only you knew the power you held right now…” and to his surprise, he shot a look sideways at Malfoy.

She followed his gaze and her eyebrows rose. The apples of Malfoy’s cheeks had flushed an unexpected pink and he was glowering into his potion as if it were a draft of living death. “Just because I’ve currently got the silky voice of a well-spoken prat,” she grumbled, “Doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it.”

Theo leaned in close, the golden fumes of the potion illuminating the coppery highlights in his curly hair like fairy dust, and he said in a stage whisper that carried perfectly across the room and over the bubble of all six cauldrons, “Anything filthy you want to say, love, I suggest you say it now.”

“Before you go ahead and say it in my voice instead, you mean?” she smirked, still feeling very strange about speaking in Theo’s husky baritone.

Theo’s eyes rolled slightly but he didn’t exactly look exasperated. He glanced over his shoulder and caught Malfoy’s eye, opening his mouth, but before Theo could say anything, Malfoy raised the long, pale index finger of his left hand and pointed it threateningly at Theo before carefully drawling, “Do. Not.”

All three of them froze.

The low voice that came pouring out of Malfoy’s lips like liquid silk was so eerily similar to Severus Snape’s that it chilled her blood.

Even Malfoy seemed shaken, and whatever Theo had been going to say in jest died on his tongue. Instead, he left Hermione at their bench and went over to Malfoy’s while Slughorn was occupied in trying to stop some Hufflepuff seventh year from hyperventilating with laughter in the corner. She and her partner both sounded like hysterical chipmunks, and the laughter was only making it worse.

What the two boys whispered together, she couldn’t be sure, but Malfoy finally offered Theo a heartbreakingly gentle smile and her insides writhed almost painfully at the tenderness of the exchange. She suddenly got the striking impression that there was more between them than mere friendship, her gaze snagging on the lingering way their fingertips brushed against each other’s on the desk, and Theo even swiped a lock of Malfoy’s white hair off his forehead and out of his glassy grey eyes.

She knew that Malfoy had known Theo since they were children, but that seemed to run deeper than just long-term familiarity. The whole exchange was so achingly gentle, so intimately private despite the location, and so completely at odds with the sharp edges of Draco Malfoy with which she was familiar by now, that she felt like an intruder, standing there gaping openly at them, as further proof of his naturally tactile nature played out before her astonished eyes. This was the second time she’d witnessed him quieting like a skittish horse under Theo's touch.

Immediately, she busied herself in tidying up, bustling about and clinking jars and bottles noisily.

Professor Slughorn came round with volubilis antidotes a minute or two later, and she chugged hers down the second he gave it to her. “That’s better,” she said as her own warm alto sounded in her ears.

“Missing me already?” Theo said, still in her own voice, though he held a glass of antidote ready in one hand.

She hadn’t noticed him return to their bench, and she jumped a bit as he spoke. She just shook her head mutely.

He downed his own antidote and then cleared his throat. “You alright?”

She nodded. “Quite alright.”

She wasn’t quite alright. Seeing Draco Malfoy being downright affectionate with someone was… unnerving. His long fingers had trailed over Theo’s knuckles like… well, like a lover’s touch.

“You look —” Theo began, but whatever she looked like, he didn’t get the chance to tell her, because the contents of Padma’s cauldron were suddenly spilling all over her and her partner’s bench in a tidal wave of sweet-smelling potion, covering the Ravenclaws’ notes and drowning everything in volubilis potion. The upended cauldron rolled on the desk and potion began to drip onto the floor and seep towards Theo’s smart, black shoes in a glistening, viscous tide.

“Careful, careful!” Slughorn scolded, scuttling over and vanishing the remnants of the potion with a flick of his wand. “No harm done, no harm done, but be grateful that wasn’t an erumpment potion!” he added. “Right, well, that’s it for today. Finish tidying up and I’ll let you go a few minutes early. Don’t forget that I want that calculations sheet by next Monday.”

“You headed to lunch, Granger?” Theo asked as he stashed his books into his leather shoulder bag and hefted its weight so that it sat more comfortably.

She nodded.

“May we accompany you?” he asked with a playful tone that somehow didn’t feel in the least bit mocking.

“Sure,” she smiled, and her eyes drifted over to Malfoy who had drifted over to stand like a silent, pale spectre beside him, gaze locked on the flagstone floor. “You don’t mind?” she asked him.

Malfoy swallowed thickly, looking reticent about using his voice despite having had the antidote. “‘Mind’, Granger?” he asked with an affected drawl that lacked all its usual sting.

She shrugged. “You don’t exactly seem all that keen to hang around with me,” she said, trying not to sound sniffy. She didn’t want to pressure him to be near her if it made him uncomfortable after all.

Malfoy’s shoulders dropped an inch or so, and he suddenly looked extremely tired. “It’s not that I mind, Granger. I really don’t. Let’s go before Slughorn turns us into potions ingredients, or ropes us all into some dire new club of his.”

Being made to endure another Slug Club dinner was about as appealing as being pickled and put in a jar, so she nodded and scurried out of the room with Theo and Malfoy behind her.

Outside in the corridor, Theo walked beside her, and Malfoy on Theo's other side. He had folded his arms across his body, clutching two textbooks so tightly to his chest that his knuckles bleached white from the strain. His jaw was set and a tendon stood out in his neck.

Theo shot him a look too and jabbed him with his elbow. “Lighten up, Drake, or she’ll think you’ve still got a wand up your arse about everything.”

“I do not need to think about what may or may not be up Malfoy’s arse,” she joked lightly, and the laughter in her voice made Theo snort and then guffaw with laughter.

“Told you she’s not as much of a prude as you’d think,” he said conversationally to Malfoy when he’d recovered. Malfoy had turned crimson. “Plus, she practically admitted to me on patrol last night that she’s been caught in flagrante delicto in the corridors by a prefect.”

“I’ll try not to take that first bit the wrong way. And you admitted as much - if not more - to me, Nott” she said curtly, and watched Malfoy’s mouth part with horror and his eyes widen while the deep, scarlet flush in his cheeks spread down his neck. She nearly fell up the stairs from the dungeons in shock. Surely Malfoy hadn’t been the one… Well.

Theo tipped his head back and crowed another laugh that echoed off the vaulted ceiling and made several portraits hiss at him to keep it down. He did nothing of the sort.

He leaned over and whispered in Hermione’s ear as they hit the top of the staircase and headed for the great hall, “That’ll give that brilliant mind of yours something to think about, eh, Granger?”

Malfoy thumped him hard on the upper arm and they parted ways before she could formulate a response, each heading for their respective tables, while Malfoy still sported a vibrant blush and Hermione pursed her lips.

Yes. Yes it most certainly would.

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To be continued.

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stopforamoment · 5 years

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“I’m Glad It’s Wick” (Bastien and Rinda Alternate Universe)

"It's as wick as you or me," he said; and Mary remembered that Martha had told her that "wick" meant "alive" or "lively."

"I'm glad it's wick!" she cried out in her whisper. "I want them all to be wick. Let us go round the garden and count how many wick ones there are."

-- Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden

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Book: The Royal Romance (After Book Three) Pairing: Bastien Lykel x OC Rinda (Parks) Lykel Word Count: 1,568 Rating: M for Language Triggers: Mention of miscarriage and grief, non-graphic description of a child’s birth. Author’s Note: This is my submission for the @meeraaverywalker Choices March Challenge #3 Fluff, #5 Gardens, #9 Rainbow (Pregnancy/Baby), #10 Birth, and #30 Family. I’m posting so early because work gets crazy this month AND because it’s @bobasheebaby‘s birthday. This is an alternate universe for Bastien and Rinda!

Obligatory disclaimer that Pixelberry Studios owns the TRR characters and my pocketbook with those darn diamond scenes. Rinda with all of her quirks is all mine. My apologies if Tumblr or I do something stupid when I try to post this. The keep reading link shows up on my laptop but not my phone. Ugh.

Thank you @asherella-is-a-dork-3 and @bobasheebaby for always being my sounding board! Thank you @cora-nova @silviasutton1989 @riseandshinelittleblossom @tornbetween2loves for still being a part of the journey! Summary: This is an alternate universe for Bastien and Rinda! Rinda doesn’t want another child because she and Jameson experienced two miscarriages, and she’s 42 and a lot could go wrong with her advanced maternal age. Bastien is supportive of this, and they both agree that another child would be a blessing, but they know the risks and he won’t put her though that again. HOWEVER, when I saw the “birth” prompt I had to be a part of the sweet fluff! Hmm. Maybe it shouldn’t be alternate universe? 😊

In my fics Liam’s mother is Queen Évelyne and Bastien had a crush on her, but it was never reciprocated. Her favorite book was Frances Hodgson Burnett’s The Secret Garden, and she created the garden with its mazes and rose-covered tree to recreate the book’s magic of finding the garden and feeling that sense of belonging, selflessness, and renewed life that it brought the main characters.

“I’m Glad It’s Wick” (Bastien and Rinda Alternate Universe)

Bastien and Rinda were in the garden maze, holding hands and enjoying the beautiful evening. Rinda took a deep breath. “I love the smell of the roses. And you know I love how the roses ramble all over. You can’t tame them.” Bastien smiled and kissed her. “Just like you. That’s why you’re my Tria.” Triantáfyllo. The Greek word for rose. Rinda’s face beamed. “Ich liebe dich, Mein Herzschlag.” I love you, My Heartbeat. “Und ich liebe dich, meine geliebte Rinda Rose.” And I love you, my beloved Rinda Rose. . . . . . The doctor told them enough time passed since Bastien’s vasectomy, so they stopped using condoms. However, Queen Évelyne’s Secret Garden was a magical place. When Rinda missed her period she knew without a doubt their child was conceived under the tree with the rambling roses. Rinda was so excited, but so afraid. Her last two pregnancies ended in miscarriage, so she wasn’t able to feel that pure joy anymore. That elation she felt when she was pregnant with Henry, before she knew the pain of loss. She was so excited to tell Bastien, yet so afraid. Afraid they would lose their child. Afraid that her fear would stifle his joy. But when Rinda saw his eyes light up she kissed his idiotic grin, teasing him about the birds and the bees when he stammered “But how?” Bastien kissed her again and again, tears of joy on his cheeks, and Rinda felt hope. It will be okay. He kissed her stomach and told their child how much he loved them, how he couldn’t wait to meet them. Our child will be okay. She smiled when Bastien held her hand at their first ultrasound, how he squeezed it even tighter when he heard the whoosh whoosh of their child’s strong heartbeat. Tria, it sounds like horses galloping. He made copies of the ultrasound picture, giving them to everyone he could think of: her parents, Mr. Ariti, Cassie and her parents, Brigitte and George, Drake and Laura, Savanah and Bertrand, Liam and Riley, Leo and Katie, Alicia and Santos, Julian and Theo, Nadia and Kathleen, Collin and Deirdre, and even Notin and Maxwell. Yes, Maxwell could even have another copy because Betsy Beaumont the Bad-Ass Bastard Bird ran off with it when Maxwell tried to show him. Rinda smiled, her heart breaking. She knew it was tempting fate to share anything before 12 weeks, but she couldn’t deny her Tiger that joyful bliss. The weeks turned into months, and Rinda was finally able to relax. She laughed at the quickening, that feeling of bubbles popping when she first felt their baby move. It was too soon for Bastien or Henry to feel anything, but she still told them each time she felt it. She shared stories with them from her pregnancy with Henry. He liked to stretch out and explore. Rinda was so sore from his feet always in her ribs, and she swore she could feel his creepy little fingers exploring inside her womb. She told them how she would stand next to the empty crib, her arms wrapped protectively around her stomach, as she sang to Henry and told him how she couldn’t wait to meet him. And oh, the fun they would have when he was here. Bastien was already a doting father, but he made sure to spend extra time with Henry. He would always be Henry’s Bonk, and Henry would always be his Knuddelbär. That would never change. When Ollie first began sniffing Rinda’s stomach, realizing something was different, Bastien tensed. He began taking Ollie for longer walks and talks, explaining that Ollie would have another person in their house to guard. Of course Ollie was a good boy, and he quickly fell into the role of following Rinda around the house, cuddling up to her and resting his head on her lap when no one else was home. When the nursery was ready, Bastien let Ollie into the room. Ollie took several serious sniffs and turned in numerous dog circles before plunking down next to the rocker. That would be his spot to protect the baby when they were born. And of course Bastien was also a doting father to their Nesthäckchen, baby of the family, always reading books, whistling, and singing to Rinda’s stomach. When Rinda suddenly grabbed Bastien’s hand and held it on her side, his eyes widened when he felt their child move for the first time. And every night after they tucked in Henry, Bastien would gently rub Rinda’s stomach, give it a kiss, and say goodnight to his girls. Yes, she was a girl. Bastien just knew, and Rinda knew he was right. He was always rewarded with a goodnight kick that made Rinda wince, but she loved to hear him chuckle when their Nesthäckchen did that. She’s going to be a football player, Tria. Then Rinda would snuggle in his arms as Bastien kept his hand over her stomach, protecting their daughter, while Ollie took turns guarding the door to their room and Henry’s room. . . . . . Rinda was between Bastien’s legs, gripping his arms and leaning against him for support as he helped her push. Now he was leaning forward, hands under Rinda’s knees to lift them, slowly counting to ten as she bore down during each contraction. “She’s almost here, Tria. I can see her head. Sweetheart, you’re doing so good.” Rinda was shaking, exhausted. But Bastien guided her hand to feel their baby’s head. Then Rinda scrunched her face in determination, bearing down, grunting, pushing with everything she had left as Bastien helped her bring their child into the world. Bastien was beaming with pride when Rinda reached between her legs to pick up their daughter, and he helped Rinda settle their Évelyne Rose on her chest as their daughter instinctively nuzzled in to nurse. Her mouth was open, like a baby bird waiting to be fed, and Rinda chuckled as she guided Évelyne to her breast. Rinda’s curls were matted down with sweat, but Bastien lovingly ran his fingers through them and kissed his wife’s head. “You’re my beautiful Tria and you’ve given us our beautiful daughter. And I love you both so, so much.” Afterward the nurses took Évelyne to clean her, and when they brought her back she was swaddled in a blanket and wearing a hat. Évelyne hated it. She squawked and fussed until her papa took off the hat and unwrapped her, placing Evelyne back on Rinda’s chest. Then Évelyne gave a happy squeak, stretching out before curling back up on her mother’s chest. Bastien gently tucked the blanket around them, Evelyne’s defiant dark curls poking out from under it. Later Bastien solemnly counted ten fingers and ten toes, making sure they were all there--although Papa Toe Monster did nibble at a few delicious toes while Henry laughed at his Bonk. Évelyne was absolutely perfect, except she wouldn’t open her eyes. Instead, she lazily nursed some more and then fell asleep in her mother’s arms. When Henry held her, she farted loudly and gave her big brother a toothless grin that lit up her face. She has my Tria’s smile. But she wouldn’t open her eyes to see her brother’s shocked reaction when he realized her farts were smellier than his. . . . . . It was their first night as a family, but they were still in the hospital and Bastien couldn’t sleep. He gently eased Henry’s head off his lap before standing up and getting Henry resettled on the couch. Rinda was asleep, although Bastien knew she would wake at the slightest sound from Évelyne. He gently kissed his wife’s head before unbuttoning his shirt and picking up Évelyne, holding her against his bare skin. He looked at his daughter with solemn eyes. “Okay, Little Miss. This is your papa. I know it’s been a long day, but you haven’t opened your eyes for us yet.” He kissed her forehead. “Évelyne? Show me your eyes, sweetheart.” Évelyne arched and stretched as she slowly opened her eyes and stared, unblinking, into her father’s eyes. Bastien’s breath caught. They were the eyes of an old soul. Tranquil waters colored by the reflection of a silvery moon. “Thank you, my precious girl. Now remember, you must always listen to your papa because I love you so much and I don’t want you to break my heart.” Évelyne gave him a defiant little squawk and promptly shut her eyes again. Bastien chuckled as he held her tucked against his chest, her troll doll hair tickling his chin. “That’s okay Schatziküken. Treasured Little Bird. Your dearest mama doesn’t listen to me either. But I still love you, and I always will.” Évelyne nestled closer to her papa, lulled to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat. Her hand rested on his chest, against a scar from his childhood, and Bastien held his breath for a moment. Then he sat back down on the couch, one arm still holding Évelyne while he gently massaged Henry’s back. “I promise your mama and I will keep you both safe, and we won’t let anyone hurt you.” He looked over at Rinda who was still asleep in the bed, her wild curls poking out from the covers. His family. Their family. “I love you all. So, so much.”

#long post #AU Bastien and Rinda #bastien lykel #OFC Rinda Parks #choicesmarchchallenge #choices march challenge #trr choices #3 fluff #5 gardens #9 rainbow baby #9 rainbow pregnancy #10 birth #30 family

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wandlores · 6 years

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aaa im curious. is it ok to ask why you like each one in your top 10 ships?

Hey! Sorry this took me awhile to get to. I had work and was busy! But I would love to tell you why each ship is my in my top 10 favorite rare-pairs.

1. Harry x Pansy - Other than Hinny, they are my OTP of all HP OTPs. I just think they have SO much potential after the war. With how I headcanon Pansy, I see them being pretty similar when it comes to personal struggles and insecurities that they deal with. I also think they would challenge each other a lot to forgive and accept others for what happened throughout the war. I also think they would have amazing sexual chemistry. They are able to be sensitive together, vulnerable, funny, etc. etc. I could go on and on. But they are my children. They make me cry real tears.2. Fred x Hermione - THEY ARE THE DEFINITION OF FIRST LOVES. They would have been forever if Fred didn’t die, but even in my headcanoned world for them, Fred does die. I think it teaches Hermione so much about herself and what she wants from love. They also learned how to love with each other, and they were best friends. Fred was able to really make Hermione lighten up, and Hermione really challenged Fred in a way others didn’t. They had a really playful and sensitive relationship. I just think they’re great and ship them for their fluffiness but also their angst that Fred’s death causes. 3. Hermione x Cormac - After Fred dies, Hermione ends up marrying Cormac McLaggen. They have a beautiful bickering relationship that is full of coping and acceptance. Cormac is able to make Hermione laugh, and Hermione is able to really dig deep down and see Cormac for who he truly is. He is very much an intellectual equal as well. They challenge each other so much and have wicked sexual chemistry. I ship them because to me, they symbolize hope and that first impressions aren’t always correct.4. Ron x Astoria - I ship them together because they symbolize a relationship that brings the best out in each other. In my eyes, they were both the forgotten siblings with amazing talents. They appreciate each other when others don’t, and they bond over being the ones that are overlooked. They meet during Ron’s “eighth” year at Hogwarts in my headcanon view. They become fast friends that quickly turn into lovers. They are very fluffy and emotionally passionate and hardly ever fight. The definition of strangers to friends to lovers trope. 5. Blaise x Ginny - THEY HAVE SUCH A SEXY CHEMISTRY. Listen, they have the best sex out of all my ships. Let’s be real. They bicker SO much, but they both become so vulnerable around each other at certain times in a way they don’t with other people. To others, they show this flirtatious side, but they can be so serious and have intellectual discussions that last forever. Their relationship is a constant challenge. I ship them because I think their chemistry is just so undeniable. Especially after the war when they have so much pent up aggression. They are the DEFINITION of fire and ice. 6. George x Daphne - @lunellys came up with the possibility of this ship for me, and I went down the rabbit hole so fast. Listen, they meet through Ron and Astoria. George is so lost and alone after Fred’s death, and I think Daphne (along with Astoria, though Astoria was estranged from her family way before this) lost everything after the war because her parents disowned her for not being “their perfect daughter” with their very specific views. Daphne tried for so many years to be what they wanted and even believed in all the bad things, but her eyes opened after she lost everything. I just see them really bonding over their own kind of losses and being a friend for each other when they need it. They bicker constantly, but they are very fluffy when they’re alone and cuddle a lot and spend a ton of late nights eating take-out in the joke shop. I ship them because they also symbolize second chances and how important it is to have a friend during hard times. 7. Draco x Luna - LUNA IS THE DEFINITION OF BEING DRACO’S LIGHT THROUGH THE DARKNESS. She makes him feel so much hope and sees him for who he TRULY is after the war (and even during at times) and makes him feel accepted. Because she accepts him, he starts to accept himself for who he is. The good and the bad. They represent hope and acceptance SO MUCH. I also see Draco being a secret mega-nerd and loving her super theoretical conversations. Their relationship is very emotionally intense, but not necessarily the most physical. And that I find beautiful.8. Regulus x Petunia - They are both the forgotten siblings, and the angst Regulus’s death causes after Petunia finally learns to trust magic is HEARTBREAKING and changes Petunia in a way that could even fit canon. I just see a lot of similarities between them (wanting to impress their parents, bitter against their siblings, etc). I also see Regulus being fascinated with Petunia and making her feel special, and Petunia would be Regulus’s escape from all that is to come and his family’s expectations to be who he truly is for awhile. I think Regulus teaches Petunia to forgive, and that is so important. Petunia also teaches Regulus that everything is not what it seems to be, especially with people and values. 9. Blaise x Theo - They date throughout Hogwarts and eventually break up after the war, but their strong foundation is everything during and after their relationship. There is so much trust there and witty banter. It also helps them accept their bisexuality. I feel like they were there for each other when no one else was, and they can bond over having absent parents in whatever the sense is. They are the definition of an intellectual couple and are always playing devil’s advocate with each other. I also think they’d have hot physical chemistry.10. Marlene x Dorcas - They are the DEFINITION of a power couple. They are both intense fighters and meet life head-on. I see them helping each other accept their sexuality, and they also give each other something to really fight for. They were also dueling partners when it came to fighting in the war, and their goal was to become partners as Aurors. They fell in love throughout years of friendship. In the afterlife, they found each other again and realized life wasn’t truly over. They would always have each other. I ship them because I think they’re so powerful together and are great at making statements, and showing that love doesn’t die even after death.

#headcanon #mywriting #hp #retunia #dorlene #druna #hansy #blinny #thlaise #fremione #cormione #rostoria #gaphne #george x daphne #gryffindorkx #answered #slytherdornet #hprarepairnet #quidditchleaguenet

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singingpeople · 7 years

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Paying the price

Chapter 17

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The sound of my impatient knocking resonated through the hallway as I tensely bobbed on my feet, the anticipation rising high as I waited. It didn’t take long for someone to open the door and when he did, I pushed passed him, storming into the flat without regarding the man in front of me.

“Hello, Lexi. Why don´t you come in, Lexi?”

George raised one eyebrow at me, still holding the door open, before gingerly closing it. But he wasn't really mad. After all, he was used to my antics. Swaying my gaze through the room, I threw him a slightly impatient, slightly angered look that made him roll his eyes.

“He´s changing right now, should be out any minu… And there he is.”

Whirling around, I almost flew through the room and into his arms, before he heaved me up, whirling me around. Coming to a stop after I was dizzy enough, Amar laughed loudly, pressing a kiss to my head, before holding me away from him to muster me from head to toe.

“God, I missed you.” Smiling warmly, he suddenly narrowed his eyes a little, his fingers poking my belly. “But is that a little pouch you got there?”

Pulling back, I laid my hands on what I thought to be a flat stomach, shocked and a little bit offended by his remark. I had always been skinny but now I was worried.

Thinking about eating, it was true that Dante had stuffed me the last week, obviously wanting to make up for the pounds I lost while not getting enough nutrition as he called it. I called it being fucked up. But despite that involuntary fast maybe I had overdone it a little with the cake…

The sound of throaty laughter pulled me out of my reverie and I realized Amar had played me like he always did. Glaring at him, I crossed my arms.

“Well, I didn’t miss you or your jokes!”

Like in slow motion, both of their faces froze and they stared at me, the mug in George’s hand slowly slipping from his grip. The sound of porcelain shattering against the tiles brought them back to the present and without missing another beat, Amar pulled me back into him, almost crushing me with his tight grip, while George shrieked and jumped away from the hot water that was splashing all over his feet.

“I knew you´d get back to me, I just knew it.”

"Yeah, yeah." Struggling to breathe, I tried pushing his arms away. "But if you choke me to death all that suffering will have been for nothing.”

But instead of releasing me like I prayed he would, Amar held me close for another few moments, before stepping finally back. I grimaced, my whole body feeling like I had been put through the ringer. And that´s what he called a hug.

Despite being three years older than my father, Amar still was one of our best fighters and something akin to my mentor. He had been close to my uncle, while he went through initiation and even though I had already been pretty good at fighting, he had been the one to perfect my routines with countless hours of torture. All the `Jedi-move´s´ like Theo called them, had helped me win more than one fight and I learned them all from him. With his warm smile and the Zen-like attitude, you would never think Amar could sweep through an army of enemy’s like a tornado, bodies littering the path he took like I had seen it more than once. Of course, these had been mock fights but I held no doubt in mind that it would be the same in a real one.

This mixture of thoughtful, balanced and deadly was, what made him one of dauntless´ best men and the leading officer when dad once again sent them to scoop an unknown or dangerous territory out. Amar had been away these last few weeks on one of those missions and I was impatiently waiting to hear where they had gone.

This had soon become a routine and I was sure, missing training would be worth it.

Sitting on the bench with knees drawn close to my chest, I tightly clutched the hot cup of tea, waiting for Amar to start speaking. He was sitting on the opposite side of the table, one hand intertwined with George´s, who was looking at him adoringly. After 20 years of marriage, those two were still sickeningly sweet and I tried hiding my grimace behind the cup, as they started kissing. But of course, being the ninja he is, Amar caught up on it.

“Pull that face on more time, young lady, and I´m going to whoop your ass to the moon and back when you finally show me what that instructor of yours taught in the last few weeks.”

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I remembered what exactly that instructor of mine taught me last night but before I could start pondering about that, I set down my mug on the table. If I didn’t want to start drooling, I had to think about something else fast.

"Well, then maybe you should start telling me what I want to hear, instead of making out in front of me.”

Raising one eyebrow, Amar leaned back in his chair, feet crossed beneath the table. “And what is so wrong about making out, my dear? From what I heard you quite like to do that, too, so what´s the difference?”

“Nothing, but you´re so…” Shaking my head, I tried to find a non-insulting reply but when I came up with nothing, I just raised my hands in an exaggerate manner, praying for him to let it go. But of course, they didn't.

“We´re what, Lexi?” George tried to suppress a smile, but I could see the twinkle in his gentle eyes, that were surrounded by laughter lines, as he thrived on my misery.

“You´re so… old!” Instead of being insulted by my remark, they both just started laughing while I blushed deep red, embarrassed once again. Huffing, I picked the mug back up, taking a huge gulp to overplay it and instantly burned my tongue on the hot water. It just reminded me why I hate tea.

“My sweet little summer child, love has no expiration date.” Amar lectured, while watching me with a soft expression on his face, their hands still intertwined on the table, the tattoos on their ring fingers already a little faded by the time.

“I know.” Grumbling, I played with the mug handle. “But it´s like walking in on my parents screwing.” Shuddering, I thought about the frosting incident that took place a few years ago and scarred me for life. “It´s nothing any child would want to see.”

Laughing, Amar pressed a kiss to George´s hand, as he stood up to fetch more things to eat. As if the two different type´s of cookies, the bread rolls, and the nachos weren´t enough already. I swear, if dauntless wouldn’t work out so much you could roll them through the compound.

“So…” Amar started, mischief twinkling behind the serious mask he wore. “Do you want to know what struggles I faced on my adventures, or do you want to talk how Eric licked chocolate frosting out of Amy´s navel?”

I glared at Amar, who did his best to suppress his laughter, thinking himself to be extraordinarily funny. Well, he wasn't the one who had to see this. I was supposed to sleep at Sam´s but forgot my favorite plush toy, so when I came back storming into our apartment, there they were in the kitchen with a full bowl of frosting. With eleven, you very much know what you´re parents were doing behind closed doors especially in dauntless but it didn’t mean, I want to witness it. I don´t think I ever left a room that fast.

“Go to hell.”

“Lexi.” Amar´s tone was warning and as I looked up, I was met with a stern gaze. Not wanting to anger him, I quickly bit my lip, mumbling a quiet ´Sorry´, once again stunned how fast he could go from joking godfather to intimidating instructor.

Amar was pretty big on respect, having his knowledge about meditation and ancient fighting techniques from old books he had read still being in erudite. After transferring to dauntless he had deepened his research and developed his own values by adapting the ones from old fighting masters, whose students called them sensei and fought with special swords I would like to try myself, and people called Buddhists, who valued every single living being and thought people of different upbringing to be worth the same.

By being aware of himself and everything around him, Amar was able to stay calm and collected in every situation, which I envied him immensely for. He had tried to teach me meditation countless times but I was just too fidgety and my mind too full of shit, as that I was able to shut down completely.

So while he sat beside me like a statue, I always had one eye cracked open, inconspicuously watching the people around me until a smack to the back of my head reminded me why I was here and I scurried to close them again. This complete self-control, paired with his unique fighting style made Amar pretty much deadly.

“Would you please tell me?” Trying to make my voice sound meek I pouted at him, knowing his compassion was his weak spot. Sighing deeply, Amar braced his elbows on the table, rubbing over the stubble on his face.

“We, my men and me, were sent to skirt out the surroundings of the city. We went into the X-zone.”

Placing my feet on the floor so fast, I almost fell off the bench, I stared at Amar with wide eyes. The X-zone lay behind the fence and way behind the amity farms. It was a half-a-day drive away and the last time, anyone from the city went there was, when my father escorted the factionless rebels there, to let them rot in the wilderness.

“You did what?!”

“We went into the X-zone.” Nodding deep in thought, Amar pressed his fingertips against one another, his face thoughtful. “Your father thought it would be good to know what´s out there in case of an emergency. He wanted to know if someone would have been able to get in or out of the city unnoticed and we indeed found something interesting…”

As he trailed off, the tension inside me rose and I looked at him with big eyes, my voice quiet, almost breathless as I asked.

“What? What did you find?”

“An old camp, but it must have been abandoned years ago.” He trailed one finger over the desk, eyes glued to my face.

“Oh, alright.” Shifting on my spot, I asked myself if it was where Edgar and his men had been residing before they came back into the city all these years ago.

"Yeah, but something was strange about it." Seeing my questioning gaze, Amar went on, tracing his bottom lip with his thumb. "Even though we knew it was the camp of the factionless we banned from the city, there were no signs of living and the graves we found there was only a fraction of the rebels we send out there.”

“Is that so?” I trailed off, not meeting his inquisitor gaze. I knew exactly where they went, but had no desire to tell him that. Not now and not anytime soon. When I looked up, Amar was leaning back in his chair, observing me quietly. I felt his dark eyes bore into me, but even though he was much gentler than my father, I still felt the need to run, to hide from his ability to read me so easily.

“Yes, it is. So either they moved further away from the city… Or they found a way back in.”

We sat there in silence, me pondering about what Amar knew or thought to knew, while he himself observed my body language, most likely getting a better idea of what I was thinking or fearing with each passing second. The tension steadily rose between us and I shifted on my spot, wanting the awkwardness to pass.

Amar just opened his mouth, when George came back, wearing an apron as he placed plates full of steaming soup in front of us, before leaving again to fetch a bowl of bread singing like he planned to perform at the opera. His ridiculous performance effectively let every trace of the uncomfortableness vanish and I knew this hadn’t been involuntary. Grabbing the spoon, my mentor threw me a wink, laughing silently at his husband’s antics as he brought it to his lips, blowing at the fluid to cool it down.

“Enjoy your meal, that was made with nothing but love.”

Stepping into the training room where my fellow initiates were pummeling the punching bags, I was greeted by an angry Dante that came striding over as soon as he saw me. Stopping only inches away from my face he crossed his arms, glaring at me.

“You missed almost the whole day of training! Where the fuck have you been?” Lowering his voice, he added, his voice forceful. “I mean after you left the flat you just vanished into thin air! That´s not okay…!”

Dante trailed off, his gaze aimed at something behind me and when two heavy hands landed on my shoulders, pulling back into a sturdy chest I knew he had spotted Amar. Pulling me into his side, the older man shook me a little before addressing Dante. “Don´t worry, she was with me the whole time. We had to catch up a little, my flower and I.”

When Dante threw me an inquisitive look I just smiled apologetically. I didn’t want to anger or worry him but when I had heard at breakfast that Amar was back, I just had to go search for him.

“Well, Sir.” Dante started slightly irritated. “I mean no disrespect but Lexi is still my initiate and training is mandatory.” As my ´instructor´ turned towards me, I realized this wasn’t the end of it and that I would hear a lot more of this later one. Maybe a little hand action could pacify him… “Go to the bags, you already missed enough as it is.” Or not.

I complied and tried to walk away, but Amar pulled me back into his side, turning towards Dante. “I´ve been training initiates long before you were born, son. And Lexi here already knows everything you could know about punching a lifeless object. After all her father is quite known for punching holes into walls.” He threw me a wink. “As do many of these other idiots you have there. Round them up, we´re going to meditate a little. It´s good for those hotheads. Maybe followed by a little Yoga. You´d be surprised what that can do for you.” With that Amar left us standing there as he walked to the middle of the room, unbothered by Dante´s unbelieving stare that followed him all the way.

“Meditation? Yoga?!” Seeing his flabbergasted face, I couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “This isn’t fucking amity.”

“Just do as you´re told, son. It´s not that bad.” I had turned my back to the others, while I mocked him to not let them see me talking. It was still strange seeing all their reactions and I wasn’t ready being swamped. Seeing the glare Dante threw me as a response, I pouted and mouthed a quiet “Sorry” before going to join Amar, who was already sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room.

Flogging down, I mirrored his stance and was soon joined by Avery, Ivy, and Owen who were laughing about something stupid once again. Nodding along to their stories, I impatiently waited for our lesson to start because I knew afterward every single muscle in my body would hurt and I couldn’t wait to see Dante trying out a few of those yoga stances. After all, poses that included dogs weren’t that foreign to him.

When Amar sensed the impatience radiating off me, he only shook his head, knowing that I wanted to see them all humiliated. “Patience, young grasshopper. Your time will come.”

The stupid nickname earned him a glare. I had always detested that one and to my chagrin, Dante had just arrived beside him, his lips curling up into a sinister smirk as he saw my expression.

Speaking up, Amar started the lesson he had prepared for the today (or not), while I couldn’t help but staring at Dante who was sitting exact on the opposite side of me. Thinking about all those half suggestive yoga poses, I couldn’t help but smirk.

This was going to be a long session for him.

Coming out of a gruesome workout that accompanied by a lot of swearing, a few overstretched muscles and one or two bulges to hide, I got up, enjoying the delicious stretch of my muscles. I had almost forgotten how far Amar was always taking his training and had to snicker over the endurance of mostly the male initiates that were now limping out of the room.

I stayed back with Dante who came to a halt besides me, while Amar was talking to one of the members that came in after training to welcome him back home. My lovely instructor was now facing me, almost glaring as he once again adjusted himself like he had done several times throughout the hour.

“You did that on purpose!”

“Did what?” Furrowing my brow, I tried to appear innocent but I knew he wasn’t buying any of it so I took it a step further. “I was just participating like the good little student I am. I actually had no idea I could move my leg so far upwards, did you see that?”

“Fuck, Lexi!” Dante groaned, pulling his hair. “Can´t you see you´re killing me here?”

Biting my lip, I tilted my head, raking my gaze all over his body. “I can´t see how.”

Exhaling deeply, Dante suddenly pulled himself together and took a step forward, his eyes sparkling dangerously, his voice low. “If I´d known you´re that flexible there would have been some things I had tried ages ago!”

“Oh really? And what did you had in mind?” Leaning forwards, I almost missed the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he gulped heavily and I moistened my lips, my throat suddenly dry. I didn't realize how close we were standing or that our breathing sped up until Amar suddenly appeared by my side, bumping into my shoulder.

His presence acted like a bucket of ice water and I immediately drew back, feeling how my cheeks heated up, the naughty thoughts still ghosting around in my head.

To not embarrass myself any further and tone the awkwardness down a little, I turned to introduce Amar to Dante because even though he certainly had heard of him, he surely had never talked to him.

“That´s Amar.” Gesturing towards him, I knew I had to elaborate a little. “He´s like my godfather. Or if you take his gayness into account you could also say fairy godmother.” My smart remark only earned me a smack to the back of my head and a mumbled ´careful´ before Amar turned to the man who was now holding the same position he had so many years ago.

“So you´re Lexi´s instructor?” When Dante answered him with a ´Yes, Sir´, Amar nodded, observing him from head to toe. “And are there things you teach her outside that bedroom of yours?”

“Amar!” My exclamation turned onto deaf ears as he just shrugged his shoulders and took a step forward. Straightening up he rose to his whole weight in front of Dante, his stance supposed to be intimidating. For me, it worked.

“Listen here, young friend. I assume you´re part of the reason she talks again so I´m not going to hurt you now. But if I find out you broke her heart, I will break both of your legs. Do you understand me?”

“Of course, Sir.” Dante was looking him square in the eye, not the least bothered by his threat. But suddenly, as if this didn’t faze him at all his lips quirked and he started to smirk. “But if I may say this: It´s not her heart you should worry about.”

“Well…” Letting his gaze flick from me to Dante, Amar scrunched his face up. “I guess you´re right. Little Lexi here has always been a little spitfire. I think I may like you. Well at least more than that little scumbag of patrol officer she used to go home with every other night.”

Chuckling, Dante nodded his head. “Yeah, he was awful. Lex here just had to develop some taste, you know.”

“Hey! I´m still here, you know!” Instead of listening to my outraged complaint, they just laughed on, Amar even patting his shoulder. Annoyed by their behavior, I pushed Dante away before crossing my arms. He just laughed and came back, slinging one arm around my waist but not before flicking my nose. I swatted his hands away but didn’t object when he pulled me closer and buried his nose in my hair.

Amar was watching our small display of affection with an ever-growing smile and he winked at me as he retreated, walking towards the exit.

But before leaving, he turned around one last time.

"You know what I´m going to do now, Lexi?" When I shrugged my shoulders he laughed loudly. "I´m going to screw my husband because I´m not too OLD to do it!"

Seeing my grimace and Dante´s shocked face, he laughed even louder. “Paybacks a bitch, dear!” With that he was out the door, the sound of it slamming shut behind him resonating through the room.

Groaning, I buried my head in Dante´s chest, trying to get that image out of my head. Yuck!

“Oh my god, the pictures don´t stop! That was like the biggest turn off ever!” When Dante didn´t reply for a while, I drew back, observing his face worriedly. He seemed devastated and my stomach turned into a knot because I had no idea what was wrong or what could have gone wrong in such a short time.

“Dante?! What is it?!”

His lips curled down and he pouted sadly as he placed his hands on either side of my waist. “So you´re telling me that we now can´t try how far I can pin your leg against the wall while fucking you into eternity?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I screeched, pushing him away from me. “I thought someone fucking died!”

“Well, someone…” He gestured towards his crotch where a very visible bulge sat. “will die soon. Death caused by a serious case of blue balls. Come on, Lexi. Not even you can be that cruel!”

“Go screw yourself.” Trying to suppress a smile because even though he was ridiculous, his argumentation was still so convincing as if he´d presented a slide show in erudite, I just turned and walked away because I was tempted to give in to his ridiculous advances.

But the first rule of combat is to never turn your back towards your opponent, so less than three seconds later two arms made of steel slung themselves around me and I was unceremoniously heaved onto a shoulder before Dante walked straight towards the backroom. My wriggling on his shoulder, which was more playful than serious, only earned me a powerful spank. I froze on his shoulders and squeaked, not believing he really just did that. I still wasn’t moving, when he pulled me off, immediately pushing me up against the wall. Growling lowly, I felt Dante fingers digging into my waist as he pressed his lips against mine with bruising force. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and before I could protest it was already off me and Dante was devouring me all over again. Nibbling along my neck, he suddenly bit in my earlobe before peppering small kisses along my jaw. He only pulled back for a moment, his breathing hard against my lips, his words sending shivers down my spine.

“You´re going to regret ever wearing those spandex shorts.”

And when he buried his fingers in my hair and harshly tugged my head back, his tongue invading my mouth I believed every word he said.

I spent the whole next morning in Dante´s flat lounging on the couch and munching all his sweets while he was administering another round of simulations. Mine was, as usual, the last one and I asked myself when it would change from Sam´s death that I had lived through the last two times onto something new. Even though I wasn't really looking forward to it, I had learned to just shut the whole scene out and concentrate on my breathing. That's how I was able to get in and out in less than two minutes, so off to the next!

I was glad for my sim to be once again the last one because of two reasons:

First, I had no desire to sit in the corridor and wait with the other dauntless born the whole morning because I surely couldn’t have kept my mouth shut when Cat was talking bullshit about things she had no idea of.

And secondly, Dante had destroyed my vagina.

The normally so gentle lover was nowhere to be seen as he pressed my leg up against the wall almost into a split, the different angle making everything so much more intense. As it must have been for him since he rutted away like there was no tomorrow, his pelvis slamming almost painfully against mine.

Just thinking about it, I had no idea if I should wince because of the pain or get aroused because that was one of the best times I ever had.

That guy was making me crazy.

I was using the day to relax all my strained muscles and go easy on my sore body, so zapping through the TV and binge watching some sort of ridiculous musical show it was. With sorrow, I realized it would be the last time I would get to go last. Dante had made it very clear that this was some sort of advantage and told me the next time I would have to wait with the others. But despite his demands for me to suck it up, when I started whining about sitting on the floor, I was thankful for the period of grace he offered me.

When it was time to get going, I only brushed the crumbles from my clothes and slipped into my boots, redoing my bun on the way to the sim room. I arrived just in time to see two members carrying Josh out of the room, who looked like he´d puke any minute. And as if I had jinxed it, he simply leaned into the guy on his left and spit all over his shirt. Grimacing I hurried past the heavy cursing guy and almost ran into Dante while avoiding the puke on the floor.

He caught me and led me into the room, closing the door but not before telling the guys to clean up, which was followed by more curses.

Like usual I took a seat on the dentist chair while Dante busied himself on the machine, typing in different codes while I watched the muscles in his back contract, wishing his shirt away.

After everything was to his liking and ready to go, Dante came over and stood between my legs, one hand caressing my cheek, the other holding the syringe.

“How are you, Lex?”

“Don´t pretend you don´t know it.” I narrowed my eyes at him but simultaneously leaned into his touch. “And don´t even think you´ll get some anytime soon. I don´t think I have ever been that sore.”

His bright smile almost made me forget that I was supposed to be mad at him. Dante leaned down, pressing a light kiss to my lips and like the insatiable girl I am, my lips followed his as he pulled back as if they were glued to them. But instead of engaging in a make-out session like I had wanted to, he just stuck the needle into my neck, taking me by surprise before pressing another kiss to my lips.

“Be brave, Lexi.”

I woke up with the feeling that something was majorly wrong. Trying to turn around, I found myself inside a room with white walls, the bed I was in having rails, my hands fastened in padded cuffs, rendering me immobile which I only realized when I tried to get up.

What the fuck?

Rattling on the rails, I tried to pull my hands free but only winced when I managed to tug on my IV, the needle painfully piercing my skin. I had no idea what was going on and being restrained, basically tied to this bed only made my anxiety skyrocket.

This was an infirmary room, that much I knew but I had no idea what happened and how I ended up here. Thinking about the countless possibilities, my stomach turned into knots and the machine that monitored my heartbeat started to beep faster as my breathing got heavier, the panic closing up my throat.

But just as I thought I´d go crazy if they wouldn’t let me out soon, the door opened and my aunt stepped in. Tris wore a solemn expression, clutching a piece of paper in her hand. Seeing that I was awake, she hurried over and gave me a strained smile, running a hand down my cheek. “Lexi, dear. You´re awake.”

I only nodded in confusing, eyeing the piece of paper in concern. After all, everything that happened in here somehow being related to what was printed on there. Following my gaze, Tris raised her hand and straightened it out, her face falling. She gulped heavily, her gaze glued to something written onto it and after watching her for a few moments I couldn’t endure the crushing tension in the room any longer.

“Tris?”

Looking up, she tried to hide behind a fake smile but the tear rolling down her cheek told me everything I had to know even though she hurriedly brushed it away. Grabbing my bound hand she squeezed reassuringly. “You were right.”

Feeling my stomach drop, my breathing hitched as I realized the real extent of her words and what they meant for me and everyone around me. “Lexi, you know I have to tell your parents, right?”

Shaking my head wildly, I stared at her pleadingly, the thought of my father finding out almost sending me into a panic attack. “Sweetie, that´s not something you can keep a secret. We have to.”

There were other ways, surely? This couldn’t be my only option. In fact, there was another one… But could I do that?

Looking up, I stared at Tris with pleading eyes and she sighed, rubbing her forehead, trying to massage the tension away. Taking a seat on the bed where no railing was, she placed a hand on my leg, rubbing up and down.

“We could make it all go away right now, Lexi. But if you decide you don´t want the procedure, I have to tell your parents. Everything is going to be alright, I promise.”

Looking down at my legs whose outlines were just visible under the infirmary blanket, I blinked slowly, knowing I had to decide now. It took me a moment, but then I shook my head. I could never forgive myself if I did this, there was already enough decay in this world.

Tris' hand tensed on my leg for a second before she let go and stood up, her face apologetic.

“I´m going to get Amy now, Lexi.”

“Tris! Don´t, please!” I suddenly found my voice again, that had been absent and started to beg, the desperation seeping into every fiber of my being as I did so, pleading with my aunt to help me. But when she turned around again, I lost every ounce of hope I had, so I croaked out. “Please, you can´t tell them! Dad… he would never allow it… Tris!”

But my aunt only shook her head, one hand on the doorknob. “You made your decision Lexi and I made mine. I´m sorry.”

With that she opened the door and left, leaving me behind to suffer the consequences for my decision. One I had to make all on my own.

Closing my eyes, I let myself fall back against the chair, my hands gripping the rail until my knuckles turned white.

He wouldn’t allow it… He just wouldn’t…

I came back to reality and threw my eyes open, the relief that my worst nightmare had been just a sim flooding my body as I leaned back into the chair. Letting out a deep breath, I turned my head, surprised that Dante wasn’t by my side like he usually was every time I came out of a sim. Something about encouraging or shit like that.

When I searched for him, I found him still standing in front of the machine, motionless except for the tenseness of his back, he didn’t even look like he was breathing.

“Dante?” My voice was quiet and as he didn’t reply, I got up, moving over where he was standing. When his face came into view, I saw that it was frozen in a state of shock, his gaze glued to the screen where a still of my sim was and I, too, froze. He had zoomed in on the piece of paper Tris had left on the bed, the result of the test being there in black on white.

Letting out a shaky breath, I took a step backward as I felt everything crashing in over my head, diverting Dante´s focus on me as I made a whistling sound while trying to breathe. Meeting his eyes and seeing the confusion in there, I knew he had just discovered my best-kept secret and he had questions. I just hoped he wouldn’t abandon me after finding out. I don’t think I would survive that.

I already knew what he was asking before he even opened his mouth.

“You were pregnant?!”

Not being able to stand being locked at like that, I diverted my gaze to the floor before nodding jerky, his sharp intake of breath cutting through me like a knife. I closed my eyes, a single tear running down my cheek and I did nothing to brush it away.

“What happened to the child?”

“Dante…” But he ignored my pleading tone, running his hand through his hair, he seemed lost in thought almost as if…

“Oh my god! Sammy…” Dante snapped his head back to me, his eyes searching for the truth in my face and when he spoke his next sentence I wished to be as far away as possible because it wasn´t even a question.

“She´s your daughter.”

I would love to know how many of you did see that coming.. How they were able to make it look like Sam was Tris´ daughter will be in the next chapter.

And also sorry to all those British people I insulted with the tea remark… :D

Thank you for reading & reviewing! :)

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