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forthehpfanboys · 3 years

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Hush-Hush

Pair: Ron Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: After pestering Ron about your romantic relationship for far longer than you anticipated, Your relationship with Ron was more than a mystery to his two friends, but one day, it comes tumbling out in the library, in the middle of the night, with a few witnesses.

Warnings: Swears, arguing.

Notes: I love Ron so much, oh and friendly Draco. And Slytherin reader. And I’m posting this at 4:35, so it isn’t the best.

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

You didn't even want to look at him, not in class, not in the corridors. You ignored his longing glances and his little notes during class. If he’d kept his promise, you would be sitting beside him, joking with his friends, not having a care in the world, but of course he didn’t. Ron had already made you more promises than you could count on both hands and he, somehow, managed to keep none of them. Almost every night he made a new empty promise.

So, you sat across the dining hall, your nose stuffed in one of your favorite books to distract yourself from the big blue puppy dog eyes a table away. You turned the page, your eyes gliding across the words with ease. Your brain effectively blocked out the empty threats, loud laughs and extra noise of the cramped room.

“I’m surprised you weren’t put in Ravenclaw.”

You barely casted the owner of the voice a three second glance before going back to your book. The body next to you let out a silent huff of annoyance before filling your empty cup with water. He never did like being ignored.

“If you’re gonna be petty, at least drink some water. I did warn you this was going to happen. His pride is higher than his squeaky voice.” The Slytherin next to you snatched the book from your hands before setting the glass in front of you.

“I don’t need you to take care of me, Draco.” Your nose scrunched up, your eyes scanned across the room, almost on instinct, and rolled seamlessly over the pouting redhead. “I can handle myself.” You gave Ron a sneer, causing him to flinch. The sneer quickly vanished as your gaze moved down to your plate. Reaching forward, you grabbed your goblet of water and took a sip.

“Good boy.” Draco’s words had you close to spewing water all over the book and poor students in front of you. Instead, it slid down the wrong pipe, resulting in a coughing fit that had you seeing shooting stars behind your lids. “Now maybe you can actually talk to him?” Draco gave your back a few pats, pathetically helping you recover from the near-death experience.

“No. I’ve spent too many nights sneaking out with him and too many hours in hidden tunnels arguing over this shit.” Your nose scrunched up again at the idea of experiencing another fight, the words from the night before still echoing in your conscious.

You didn’t like saying Ron had many flaws, most of them were stereotyped or just gossip floating around, but this was one of, like, five. He was thick-headed. He hated losing, hated arguments, and hated losing arguments more. He was a redhead that was hot-headed and he could be a nightmare. Swearing, interrupting you, yelling- however, he never insulted you head on. Just the occasional ‘don’t be daft!’.

Oh, and the topic of argument never really changed.

“So, you're going to break up with him? That’s… Well, as much as I hate the weasel, that might not be the best idea.” Draco held his hands out, palm side up, teetering his hands up and down, weighing the options. You watched him, now chin on your own palm, elbow on the table, eyes rolling. “I’d just talk to him.”

Your eyes moved from Draco’s silvery ones to Ron’s baby blues. A silent sigh left your body as he gave you a sad smile and a shy wave. He was doing that adorable thing where ears turn pink and it spreads across his cheeks and down to the tip of his nose. It wasn’t something he could control, but it was still adorable.

“They’re gonna pick up on it. Seriously, you’re making it far more obvious than he would like, (Y/n).” He gave you a soft nudge in the arm. Naturally, your attention moved from the Weasley trying to get a smile out of you to the blonde at your side. You missed Ron’s smile dropping off his cheeks. “I won’t beg you to talk to him, but you really should. Sometimes, words speak louder than actions, (L/n).”

“Says the one who decided the best way to ask out Zabini was knocking him off his broom during practice.” You smirked, raising your eyebrows as your friend's cheeks quickly changed from the usual pale to pink. You couldn’t help but snicker at his flustered expression. It wasn’t easy to fluster Malfoy, especially when he knew he was one of three people that knew this secret topic.

“Shut up, this isn’t about me. Focus, (Y/n). Just ta-” He was cut off by Dumbledore announcing that breakfast was over. He let out a groan, his hand coming up to rub his temples. “Look, please just talk to him. I’m sick of hearing him cry and bitch and moan and whimper and whine about how he’s so touch deprived.” Draco stood up, sliding your book off the table and into his hands. “Now stop reading and comfort your idiot lion.”

With a pat on your shoulder, he was following the rest of the Slytherin table out the colossal doors. You kept your eyes on his retreating figure until he got lost in the crowds. Soon enough, you were left alone, sitting idly by yourself in a huge dining hall. You watched the house elves come in and the food disappear, so you decided to find your way out.

You were swimming in your own thoughts, eyes not fully seeing and ears not fully hearing. You didn’t want to break up with Ron, you loved the idiot, but he was absolutely terrified to tell people he was dating you. Not because he didn’t feel the same way, but rather because of your house.

Not like your home status, like money and all that jazz, but over your Hogwarts house. He didn’t want to face the shit he’d get from his brothers, family and both houses in question. Ron was more worried about you than him. He didn’t want you being bullied, being thrown off the quidditch team or targeted by Snape like every other Gryffindor out there.

As you were walking out, you passed the Golden Trio, who were all chatting and chuckling, until they noticed you. Then the chatter died down, and two scowls were directed in your direction.

“What?” Your voice was flat and unwavering. Your eyes flicked between emerald green and cocoa brown, completely avoided the baby blues right between them. “If you're gonna say something, do it now. I’m really not in the mood for more of your biased shit.”

When no one spoke up, you nodded your head and turned away. You missed your ginger boyfriend taking a step forward while you hurried down the corridor. However, you didn’t miss the not subtle ‘Ron, what are you doing?’ and a soft ‘nothing’ following after. You rolled your eyes hard enough you almost tripped on an uneven tile.

They still didn’t know.

You stomped to your first class, ignoring the echoing footsteps a few feet behind you. You peeked over your shoulder and couldn’t help but let out a dramatic sigh. You ducked into transfiguration, hurrying over to an empty desk, claiming one of the last few empty seats. The trio that had followed you to class filled in after you, all three freezing at the sight of the desks.

It was usually two students per desk, meaning one was going to have to branch off to sit next to you. Hermione offered to split off, but Ron beat her to the desk, setting his stuff down on top and sat on the bench next to you.

“(L/n).” He greeted, watching his friends move into the empty desk from his peripheral vision. The redhead was trying to play it off like you barely talked to each other and that only fueled your disgruntlement.

“Weasley.” You responded, voice just as flat as before. You crossed your arms over the desk, hopefully signaling you weren’t in the mood for playful chatter during the class, but of course he didn’t pick up on it.

“How was breakfast?” His voice was quieter, softer than before. He played with the quill that once sat at the top of the desk, watching the drops of ink land back into the well. “I saw you talking with Malfoy.”

“Yeah?” You didn't even turn to him or show him a hint of a smile.

“Yeah.” Ron set the quill back in the ink before looking up at one of the many cages that surrounded the room. The silence that spread between the two of you quickly dispersed as McGonagall finally entered the classroom and started a cheerful good morning. She quickly slid into the lesson, the chalk effortlessly floating in the air as it wrote out the spells they’d be learning.

You rested your cheek against your hand while your dominant hand scribbled away on parchment. Soon, the various animal sounds were accompanied by the sound of writing and you really couldn’t complain. It was a nice sound, but you noticed your boyfriend hadn’t even picked up his quill. Giving him a harsh nudge brought him back to reality, allowing him to catch up on the topics.

“You never answered my question.” Ron leaned over to whisper to you, still actively scribbling his notes. Granted they were messy, but if he could read it, who cared? “How was breakfast?”

“Fine, Ronald. It was fine.” You still didn’t turn to him or look at him. Like Draco, Ron didn’t like being ignored. He licked his lips before opening his mouth again. He knew why you were grumpy with him, but he was hoping his charming demeanor would shove the frustration away from you.

“Can you at least look at me? I miss your pretty eyes.” He tried to flash you a charming smile, but it quickly faded when you gave him an unimpressed look. He swallowed thickly, turning back to the front of the classroom. “Sorry.”

You let out a sigh, glancing at the table to the right of Ron, accidentally meeting brown judgmental eyes that belonged to your boyfriend's friend. You faced the front quickly, letting out a sigh through your nose.

“Alright, I’m sorry for being sour. I have every right to be, ya know.” You whispered quickly, repeating the spell with the class after McGonagall, like she instructed. You brought your pointer finger to your mouth, nibbling on the skin next to your nail. It was a stress habit you had picked up recently.

“It’s ok, lovie.” Ron couldn’t help but smile, albeit a small one. He reached out, gently placing his hand on your knee. “I- hey, stop that.” He smacked your hand away from your lips, shooting a soft glare at you. “I know you're stressed. It’s gonna be ok.”

With a quick glance back at the table to Ron’s right from the corner of your eye, you gently moved his hand off your leg. When he opened his mouth to question what you were doing, you cut him off.

“They’re getting suspicious. I’ll meet you in the library tonight, usual time.” You tried not to smile at the enthusiastic nod he gave. And you especially tried not to nod when McGonagall called on him.

“So, Mr. Weasley, you do know the answer?” Her tone had a hint of judgement to it, and the sudden attention drawn to him had Ron’s cheeks brightening in color again. You almost snorted as he stuttered out a loud ‘n-no ma’am!’.

The classes dragged on from there, leaving you tired, frustrated and more touch deprived than ever. You were excited to have some time alone with Ron and prayed to Merlin that it wouldn’t lead to an argument. You wanted to lean against him while he read the Beedle the Bard stories- more specifically the Tale of the Three Brothers that he knew by memory.

The daydreams of being pressed against him while he read to you helped you get through dinner. You borderline sprinted through the halls, weaving through everyone to get up to your dorm. You grabbed a few books from your collection before you were running through all the halls again. Balancing the thick books against your chest, you pushed open the towering doors of Hogwarts library and hurried in.

“Ronnie?” You whispered, walking deeper into the dark room. Your eyes were naturally drawn to the faint light of a lantern illuminating from one of the many tables and figured it must be Ron. It was far past curfew to be anyone else. “Ron?” You called out, louder this time, weaving past the study areas and great book shelves.

“Over here, darling.” His distinct voice filled in the room, immediately putting you at ease. You quickened your pace, breathing heavily from the weight of the books. Once you made it to the table Ron had deemed his, you set the books down, wincing at the volume of the bang. “Merlin! What did you bring?” He teased, looking at each book title.

“What? They're just books. I know you can read, so I plan on extorting your vocabulary.” You smiled, slipping into the seat next to him. You reached for his hand, enjoying how his calloused skin finally eased the itch you’d been feeling for the past few hours. “Will you read to me?” The edges of your smile twitched downward when he broke out in a fit of giggles. “What?”

“First of all, that’s adorable.” His sideways smile and charming voice had you blushing under his gaze. “And second, we’re in a library. I’m gonna say the words again. We’re in a library. Why did you bring your books when we’re surrounded by them?”

“Because.. I did not feel like looking for them.” You stammered, nudging your boyfriend away from you when he wrapped an arm around the back of your chair and tugged it closer.

“I have a feeling that’s not the real reason, dollie. Is it because my boyfriend forgot what a library was for?” His smug tone had your face turning a darker shade of red.

“Shut it, Weasley. Just read to me.” You stood up, ignoring Ron’s deep laugh. You effortlessly slipped out of his grasp and transfigured your chair into a medium sized bean bag for you and Ron to share. While you moved the bag against one of the book shelves, Ron regathered the books and the lantern.

He plopped onto the bag, enjoying how his body sunk into the middle of the bag. He set the books down next to him in a stack and balanced the lantern on top. Then, he opened his arms, allowing you to sit on his lap and lean back into him. He was able to wrap his arms around your waist and peer over your head, making this the best reading/snuggle position known to wizard or man.

“Pick your poison, (Y/n). What story do you want?” Ron kissed the back of your head before naming off the stories.

“What about Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump?” You looked up at him, craning your neck to see his expression. His eyes gazed into yours before his tongue was poking the inside of his cheek.

“You just wanna hear me say Babbitty Rabbitty and think it’s cute. Not gonna happen, cookie. Pick a different one.” He gave your stomach a pat of affection, his eyes twinkling in the lamp light.

“Fine, the Three Brothers, then. I knew you would end up picking that story anyway, it being your favorite and all.” You grumbled the last part, jokingly crossing your arms with exaggeration. He rolled his eyes, not that you saw, and began to tell the story, by heart, like usual.

The only unusual thing was his story telling kept getting interrupted by his own yawns, causing him to lose his place and nearly start the story over. He removed an arm from around you to rub his eye, trying almost desperately to stay awake. The ginger was so focused on staying awake he almost missed you speaking, but managed to catch the tail end.

“-like the brother who asked to hide from death, don’t you think?”

“Come again, love?” Ron ran his fingers through your hair, enjoying the way it moved with his hand. His grin matched his joy, easily, especially when he thought his amazing and talented boyfriend had a question about the story. However, he was no wear near ready for the curve ball coming his way.

“I was just saying maybe we.. We could actually sleep if we told everyone. We wouldn’t have to sneak around.”

“Not this again, (Y/n), come on.” he spoke, putting his hands on your waist and moving you forward on the bean bag, trying to signal you to stand. “We’ve talked about this dozens of times! I’m just not ready.”

“When will you be ready?” You stood up, turning toward him. While he thought over his reply, you ran a hand through your hair, foot tapping impatiently as tension filled the once related and happy room. He just pathetically shrugged his shoulders. “Ron, that isn’t an answer.”

“It isn’t fair for you to ask me to set a date to tell my friends I’m frisking with the enemy!” His frustration over the topic was quickly coming back, as it usually did. You, on the other hand, just felt pissed. Your jaw was hanging open in disbelief.

“I’m sorry. ‘Frisking with the enemy’ might not be the term you're looking for. Would you like to try again?” You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest, this time with actual anger.

“You know what I mean!” He shouted while struggling to leave the bean bag’s slippery grasp. “Damnit!” He grumbled through his teeth, effectively slipping and falling back into the soft chair.

“All I’m saying is that it’s just beneficial. We could be open! We wouldn’t have to stress about looking at each other too long or brushing shoulders in the hallway! We could be a normal teenage couple!” You didn’t think you were being unreasonable.

“I thought you could let this go for one day!” Ron had finally stood up, moving around you to now pace in the empty library. He put his hands in his pocket, turning back to you again. “Just one day, let us, maybe, not fight.”

“It isn’t my fault you don’t listen to reason.” You grumbled. Ron made a confused and almost betrayed sound.

“Me? Oh, no, darling. You’re the one that’s being all mental. Do you know what they’ll say about us? A Slytherin and a Gryffindor?” He pointed to you, then himself. “We’ll be a target for both teams. They’ll drag us apart and run us through mud!’

“Ronnie, I’m not asking you to wear a sign that says you're boning a Slytherin and share it with the whole school. Just our friends.” You ran your hand through your hair again. Your stress from the day was beginning to boil over. “You can’t keep brushing this off like it’s not affecting either of us.”

“It isn’t! I’m perfectly content like this.”

“The bags under your eyes and the constant yawning say otherwise.” Running a hand down your face, you looked around at the empty library. You were sure Madam Pince was out, due to the fact that she would’ve already had a cow over the fact you both snuck in. “I..” Draco’s words from earlier were ringing in your skull all over again. You brought a finger to your lips without even realizing it and began to chew at the skin anxiously.

“What’s wrong?” Ron tried to keep the anger out of his tone, but he failed. It shined through like a dirty penny being whipped clean, exposing the shiny copper beneath the grime. “Is it something I did again?”

“I don’t know how long I can keep doing this, Ronnie.” As you spoke, your nose began to sting while your eyes burned. You didn’t want to say it, and maybe you shouldn’t have, but you did. His face changed between a few dozen emotions before finally landing on confused. Ron took careful steps toward you, his eyes swirling with worry and fear. Fear of losing you. When he was close enough to feel the short breaths leaving your mouth, he grabbed your arms, giving you a soft squeeze.

“What do you mean?” His eyes bounced back and forth between yours, his arms squeezing a tad harder. “Do you want to break up with me?” His heart felt like it was caught in his throat. Once the words were out, you realized that was far from what you actually wanted.

“No!” Your anger was making a sequel appearance in the argument. “I just can’t keep sneaking around! It hurts!” You didn’t care that you sounded like a child, it felt like everyone was waving a relationship in your face and you couldn’t do anything about it.

“What do you want me to do? Stand up on a table and shout it out? I’ll do it!” Ron ran over to one of the few tables not crowded by carbon copies, putting one foot on a chair and the other on the top of the oak polished. He easily put all of his weight on the table, flaring his arms out before allowing them to fall back against his legs.

“Ron, get down!” You whispered harshly, hurrying after him and tugging on his hands. You’d gladly tug him down and continue this argument anywhere else. “Please get down.”

“Nope! Not until you stop being mad at me!” He crossed his arms over his chest, ignoring the sting of his lip trapped between his teeth. The Gryffindor took a deep breath before he let out a sigh. His fingers tapped along the side of his biceps and his gaze moved to the old high roof of the library.

“I have every right to be mad at you! Now come down right now!” This time you tugged at his pant leg, a groan of frustration leaving your lips as he took a step back. The table creaked in protest, but both of you ignored it.

“No! If this is what I have to do to make sure we can keep staying together, then I’ll do it! Because you mean more to me than anyone in this school and I can’t afford to lose you!” He stomped his foot to emphasize his point. While he was doing his tangent, you made eye contact with some students who really should’ve been sleeping.

“Um, Ron?”

“I really should say it more often but I love you! And-”

“Ron-”

“Don't interrupt me, lovie, I’m trying to save our relationship. And I should prove it more often too, so, tomorrow, I’ll stand up on the dining tables during breakfast and announce I have been dating (L/n) for the past year and that nothing can change that!” He tossed his head back, holding his arms out like a man feeling rain for the first time in a century.

“Are you done now?” You watched him carefully, crossing your arms over your chest. Once his arms dropped to his sides again, he nodded his head. “Cool, cause they know.” Ron’s head snapped around the empty library before he turned around, seeing Harry and Hermione standing just a few feet behind the table he was standing on.

“Oh. Hi, guys. I thought um.. What aarre... Why?” He took a step back, effectively shifting the weight from the middle, resulting in the table tipping. With a shout, the ginger collided with the floor. You, Harry and Hermione flinched at the thud that echoed in the dead silent room.

“Ronnie? You ok?” You walked over to him. You couldn’t help but snicker at the strawberry tint that covered his pale skin. You bent down, obstructing some of his view of the beautifully articulated ceiling, which he quickly brought up, hoping to cause his friends to forget about what they heard.

“Wow. They really put a lot of work in the detailing, huh? Brilliant! It’s truly fantastic. Is that oak?” He rubbed his head as he sat up, looking at the titled table. He looked up at his best friends before standing up, albeit clumsily.

An awkward silence quickly fell over the room. Ron shifted his weight between his feet. You chewed on your nail. Hermione played with her hair. Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

“Well? Are you going to explain yourselves?” Hermione spoke up suddenly. She put her hands on her hips, clearly not happy with the outcome of everything.

“Or we could just let them be. They seemed to be having a moment.” Harry spoke up, awkwardly putting his hands in his pockets and looking down at his shoes.

“Nonsense. You dragged me out of bed for this, Harry. I expect a full explanation.”

So, with that, Ron fixed the table, everyone sat down and the story of how your relationship with Ron morphed from enemies to lovers in a few years time. Both of his friends listened intently until the story was over. Hermione asked a few questions about some basic things, one of them being if that was why he was rubbing your knee earlier that day, but soon enough, the four of you decided it was late. After transfiguring the bean bag back into a chair and putting the lantern out, you split up, heading back to your different common rooms, but not without a kiss and a good night from Ron.

The next morning came quickly and Ron was waiting by the entrance to the dining hall. He had woken up early, despite the few hours of sleep he’d gotten from the night before. Talking to his best friends about his secret boyfriend went far, far deeper into the night than he’d expected. So, here he was, waiting patiently for them to show up so he could keep his promise.

He nodded to his brothers and their friends, and his sister and her friends, before his own finally came trotting along. His heart physically fluttered when he saw Harry, Hermione and you, not just walking side by side, but joking and laughing. He bit his lip to try to prevent his smile from growing too wide.

“Hey guys!” He called out, ignoring everyone in the hall and rushing over. This time, he didn’t hesitate to grab your hand, even going as far as kissing your knuckles. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning or blushing over the simple affection, and you felt the touch starved itch disintegrate inside of you slowly.

“Hey, Ron.” Hermione chimed in, catching her breath from laughing.

“Good morning, mate. Ready for the big day?” Harry asked, nudging Ron in the side.

“As ready as I can be.” He replied with a grin, shooting your confused expression a wink.

“What are you guys goin’ on about?” Your eyes danced between Harry’s and Ron's, that seemed to have an invisible way of communication that you were quickly becoming jealous of.

“Nothing, prince. I’ll tell you while we eat.” Ron casted you his mischievous grin while getting the door and was hoping Merlin you couldn’t see the nervousness in his eyes. When you walked in, you instinctively began to head over to the now waving Draco, ready to tell him the news, but the hood of your robe was grabbed and you were being dragged to the Gryffindor table.

You were sat down and Ron was scuttling up to the teachers table, but before long, he was coming right back to the table to sit next to you. Except, he didn’t sit, he stood behind you, fixing your robe.

“Seriously, Ron, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, bunny, just relax.” He kissed your head, shooting you another wink. “I just want to keep my promise from last night.” Before what he said could even click in your head, he was climbing onto the Gryffindor table, grinning down at you. “Oh, and before I forget, or get buried alive by my family, remember that I love you, yeah?” All too suddenly, he was whistling to catch everyone in the dining halls attention and he was dramatically clearing his throat.

Why McGonagall let him stand on a table and talk for almost fifteen minutes about how he was dating a Slytherin, you still don’t know, but you couldn’t help but smile up at him as he ranted about your gorgeous smile and your perfect hands and shiny eyes to the entire school.

And, of course Draco started chanting ‘kiss! kiss! kiss!’ after his speech was done.

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sweeethinny · 3 years

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Grades

I love writing about James, and I've wanted to write this for a long time, and thanks to @startanewdream I had the idea of how to do it

thanks to @deadwoodpecker for helping me with this one shot and I'm sorry for any mistakes ahaha

tell me what you think!

AO3

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Summary: They are not at home when the bird arrives with James' OWL grades. or James Sirius is concerned about his future and the parents' reaction to his idea

read bellow the cut :)

They are not at home when the bird arrives with James' OWL grades.

On that vacation they decide to stay in England, but Harry and Ginny manage to take a short break so they can spend a day at their country house, enjoying the waterfall, fishing, relaxing in the silence far from the city and any other human besides them.

Teddy and Albus go out to study the birds that fly by, James and Ginny continue to do their morning training, but now, just running to the waterfall and coming back, and Lily and Harry are responsible for the meals - which has been pretty late almost every day, since everyone has taken the opportunity to sleep more than normal.

It’s been an amazing few days. Yesterday's fishing yielded a generous dinner, and today Harry thought he would risk having a barbecue; maybe Teddy would help him fetch firewood and they could chat about Teddy’s not-so-bright idea to move out of the apartment he shared with roommates and live alone.

Harry had all day planned in his head, but he wake up earlier than usual by some father's instinct and go to prepare breakfast for everyone, even baking a chocolate cake that Albus had asked him to make last night. Everything was normal, until the gray owl with a puffy chest, landed on top of his newspaper on the table.

It was the day, Harry thought, looking at the date on the newspaper and then at the owl again, watching that paper that was wrapped around her paw. That was why he was feeling worried and anxious, today the result of James' OWL was coming out. OWL’s that for the letters that Lily sent, James had dedicated himself entirely.

The boy was smart, much more than he let on, and neither he nor Ginny expected anything less from the boy, but James was still a 15-year-old who occasionally got involved with girls and spent his time trying to understand them. Harry felt a hint of concern deep in his heart. They never talked about the options that his son wanted to pursue as a career, but everyone always pointed out that he would always have the Ministry doors open for him; whether to be an Auror, or to work in another Department.

Harry didn't know if that thought pleased him, but if that was what James wanted, he could only accept it.

Facing the owl then, he gave her the finger to nip it a little before undoing the knot and taking the paper with shaking hands, anxious as if it were his notes. When free, the owl flew to the owlery that he and the boys had built, looking pleased to be able to rest and eat good food. Harry sighed.

Should he wake up James? Should he open and see it before everyone else? Should he expect everyone to be awake? Heavens, no one taught you about it.

Before he knew how to proceed, the oven beeped and the smell of baked cake made Harry wake up for now, dropping the paper along with the other letters that eventually reached them, and set the breakfast table up again

Everyone was still sleeping and outside the sky was still a little cloudy, but it didn't look like it would be cold or rain, which was great for today's plans, Harry thought, spilling the chocolate syrup over the cake and now and then looking at the letter. It was still sealed.

What if James had failed? He would not like to know that he failed in front of everyone, when the brothers looked at him with such expectation… Albus still looked at James as if he were a great superhero, even though the eldest did not realize how much his brother paid attention to what he said. And Lily was very attached to him, always wanting to be around, clamoring for his attention... No, if he failed, he would hate to know that in front of everyone.

But would James fail? Harry thought, dropping the dirty chocolate pot into the sink, returning to the fresh bread he and Lily had made yesterday afternoon, cutting the slices and preparing the toast. The boy was so smart, never having problems with his grades or because he messed up - too much - in class. Of course, he would not fail.

And even if he failed, Harry would still hug him and support him, because he was there regardless of the outcome.

Now if James got high marks they would have to celebrate in the best way. Maybe he would apparate in town and buy that ice cream that his son loved to eat.

‘’Cakes, pancake, bacon… any special reason for all this?’’ The arms covered in Harry’s gray robe encircled his waist, the long sleeves hiding Ginny’s delicate hands, the head resting on his back.

‘’I just sensed it was an important day.’’ He smiled, making the last toast and looking at her over his shoulder, meeting her with eyes closed. ‘‘James ’notes arrived.’’ And in the next instant, the woman was staring at him with big brown eyes.

''You opened? No, we shouldn't open... Or should we? We shouldn't.'’ Ginny denied, moving away from Harry and going over to where the mail was, taking the paper in her hand. ‘’Of course he did well, but do you think he’s nervous about the result?’’

‘’He doesn’t seem to be. In fact, I don't think he even remembers.’’ Harry admitted, also looking at the closed letter. ‘’Do you want to wake him up?’’ He sighed, anxious as he was, trying not to think too much about the future that James had ahead of him. He was great at Charms and Potions, in fact, even in Astronomy he was always keeping great grades and never seeming to have a hard time understanding. What the boy sometimes lacked was a little commitment, he preferred to spend hours flying and disappearing through the castle, rather than dedicating himself to his studies.

If he tried, he could work in the Department of Mysteries, or even in the Department of Magical Games and Sports.

‘’Yes, I think he’ll be less nervous if I go. You know how sometimes you end up scaring the kids.’’ Ginny laughed, dropping the letter and returning to her husband, who had just put everything under the table, and kissed him quickly.

‘’I was thinking,’’ He spoke in the middle of the kiss, then walked away and walked through the kitchen. ‘’Maybe I’ll give up the barbecue and we’ll have lunch at that restaurant he loves.’’

‘’Let the boy wake up first, love, and then we’ll see what to do.’’ She blinked and left the kitchen, leaving him alone there again.

Through the window, it was already possible to see the blue and almost cloudless sky, a good breeze swayed the trees surrounding the house, the song of the various birds echoing through the woods nearby, while Sir, their dog, chased a squirrel through the backyard, dirty with old leaves and mud, making Harry think that again the animal had tried to catch a fish in the river.

It was good that they were out of the house and away from everyone. Harry loved their family, the Weasleys were everything he ever wanted, but they were also too numerous and as much as James was a much more outgoing boy than he was at that age, Harry thought his son would want some privacy when the notes arrived, which he certainly wouldn't have, since Fred probably also received his notes, as did Dominique.

Everyone should have known that today was the delivery of the OWL results, and Harry thanked them that they had no way to call to see how James had done. At that time, all the children looked very much like him, reserved and preferring a moment alone first, before telling everyone how they had done.

While he waited, Harry sat at the table, looking at all that waiting food and all the cups and plates. How many times he made the Dursleys' breakfast and hated having to cook for three people he hated, and how he now happily cooked their meals, and waited anxiously for his children to praise him. It was kind of silly, but Harry thought the best part of the day was that, when everyone sat together to eat and talked about everything and nothing.

Last morning, Lily woke up with a series of questions about the most random things possible, and while she helped her father set the table, she made sure not to be quiet and ask everything; what were dreams? Could Sir be a human trapped in his animagus form? How were wizards born? Why weren't all humans doing magic? Was there an afterlife?

Harry did his best to answer each one, letting his daughter ask even more questions with each explanation, and then answer those questions as well. It was a unique moment, Lily was in her first year at Hogwarts, and Harry felt alone when he prepared coffee for only himself and Ginny for the rest of the months. He loved it when his children said everything that came to mind.

Albus also always had questions, but he preferred to just ask them and then answer with his own theories, and then digress about something he did that year. He didn't like to cook with his father, as Lily did, preferring to just sit next to him and talk nonstop, asking Harry about Auror's work, sometimes about his years at Hogwarts, and very rarely, about the War.

James, unlike the two, did not ask many crazy questions, just gossiped about the year, and about students in his class that Harry clearly did not know, but listened with the same pleasure as he do with Lily's questions and Albus's theories. James loved to know what everyone was doing, so now and then he would tell his father about some new couple that had formed that year, or something he had done with his friends. But as much as the older son looked a lot like Harry, less the eyes, the eyes belonged to Ginny, James got along much better with his mom.

Ginny knew how to read James like no one else. They had those hours where they trained together, and Harry suspected that James would tell her all his secrets, because it was not possible that she would always know what was going on with the boy.

Harry would never tell, but sometimes he envied that communication a little.

Albus always went to him to ask for help, Lily was very attached to he too, but as much as James always seemed to want Harry's opinion on things, he would always call his mother first, since he was little. If he had a nightmare, it was Mom who would help him. If he wanted the cookies that were hidden in the tallest cupboard, it was for mom he asked for. And sometimes Harry felt like a jerk for feeling jealous about it, and how they talked in silence several times, even at the table.

‘’Good morning,’’ James murmured, sighing as he followed his mother into the kitchen as if he were a ghost, and even with the early morning heat, the boy was hiding in a red sweatshirt. ‘’Hm, cake.’’ He smiled, going to sit in his usual place, but pausing when he realized that there was no one else there and that his parents looked at him with great expectation. ''What did I do? I barely woke up, it is not possible that I already got into trouble.’’ Ginny laughed, denying and taking off James' cap before standing next to Harry.

‘’You didn’t do anything, I promise.’’ The two smiled at each other, as they always did. ‘’Just something came for you.’’ She walked over to where the cards were, taking the one that would define a lot in that young man’s life, and handed it to him, then sat on the chair next to Harry. ''Your scores.''

''My... Oh, my.'' James's eyes widened, picking up the letter and seeming to shake slightly, before blinking and looking at his parents. ‘’I may have failed miserably.’’

‘’Or it may have gone very well.’’ Harry reminded him, smiling anxiously. ‘’You don’t know yet.’’

‘’I’ll only know when to open it ... But I may never open it, so we don’t have to deal with it.’’ James dropped the letter on the table, looking at his parents and shrugging. ‘’Let’s tell everyone that I took 12 OWL and no one will ever know.’’

‘’We’ll know.’’ Ginny warned, taking the letter and handing it back to him. ''Open it.''

‘’Why this pressure? Can't I do this later?’’

‘’James, aren’t you anxious? It's your future.’’ Harry smiled at his son, his eyes sparkling. ‘’You may have so many options depending on your grades... The ministry- ‘’

‘’ -The door is open for me, I know.’’ The boy looked down, his cheeks a little flushed as he shrugged. ‘’I know it’s important, I just thought I could eat a piece of cake before I thought if I’m going to be a successful man, or a failure.’’

‘’It’s not just what will define you,’’ Ginny said, calm down. ''You are much more than a grade, but now, that grade is important to help you know which way you want to go.'' They were silent, Harry almost starting to bite his nails with such anxiety, then, finally, James sighed and pick up the letter again.

‘’I don’t even know what I want to do.’’ He said.

‘’There’s a sea of options.’’

‘’A sea of options at the Ministry.’’ James countered Harry, still not looking at his parents, staring at the paper as if he wanted to burn it with the force of a look.

‘’Well.. yes.’’ Harry shrugged, not quite sure what his son was getting at with that. ‘’There are other places where you can work.’’

‘’You might want to be an auror,’’ Please don’t, Harry thought, his protective instinct burning in his chest just at the thought that his son would see half of what he had seen in all his career years. ‘’Working with alchemy, with spells, in the newspaper. There are many places to work, depending on your grades.’’

‘’Yeah… it might be.’’ James smiled, calmly opening the letter, as if he wanted to postpone it as long as he could.

‘’Jamie ... what’s wrong?’’ He asked, concerned as any parent would be to see his son so discouraged about his future.

‘’What if I don’t want to be any of this?’’

‘’Any of.. what?’’ Ginny raised her eyebrows, also looking concerned and curious.

‘’What if I don’t want to work at the Ministry? Or with spells, or... what if I don't want any of that?’’ He pointed to the semi-open letter, looking even a little desperate. His brown eyes were colder than Harry had ever seen them, almost as if James felt pain in admitting that. ‘’What if I don’t want to be anything that everyone says? Are you two going to be mad?’’ His eyes shone with tears that soon disappeared, making Harry’s heart break into a thousand pieces.

‘’What do you mean by that?’’ Ginny whispered, for the first time, also not seeming to understand James.

‘’Everyone always says that I should be an auror like dad, or work in some department, that the Ministry will always be open to me, but... what if I don’t want to? What if none of those notes are really important to what I want to do? ’’

‘’And what do you want to do?’’

''I want to... fly.'' James whispered, and this time a tear escaped his eyes. ‘’I don’t see myself in an office like you dad, sorry, I...’’ More tears came on and on, even when he tried to dry his eyes and seem to swallow his tears. ''I want to play, like mom, and I know that maybe it will disappoint you, but- '' Harry didn't hear the rest, his aching heart in his chest making him get up and go to James, hugging him tighter than he remembered to have done in the past few days.

‘’James, never say that again, please.’’ He murmured, holding the boy close to him, looking at Ginny who was sitting with wide eyes towards his son, before blinking and standing up to hug him too. James continued to cry in Harry's chest like a child who had fallen from the tree, squeezing his father's waist as if he was afraid he would disappear.

Harry wondered when he hinted that he would be disappointed if James wanted to pursue a Quidditch career or some other. He wondered where he went wrong to make his son think like that.

''I'm sorry if I made you think that, but it's not true James.'' Harry continued, stroking the boy's hair. '’Look at me.'' The son did, pulling his head away from his father's chest and staring at him, crying red brown eyes.

James was not a boy who hid feelings, Albus was, James was much more sentimental than Lily at times, but Harry hated to see him cry. He preferred to see the boy fighting with his siblings, or with them, and rolling his eyes, than to see him cry.

‘’I’m your mother’s fan number one, what made you think I wouldn’t be yours too?’’ The boy shrugged, lowering his gaze, then looking at his mother.

''I don't know... that time at the Ministry... that wizard said you should prefer to have two Albus, rather than a James, and so I thought... I thought you wouldn't want me to waste my intelligence.'' Harry was silent, the memory coming back to him like a punch in the stomach, remembering how Martin had joked and laughed, and how Harry just smiled politely and walked away from him, angry that anyone would think that. He didn't think James had paid attention, he had just returned from the cafeteria and was arguing with Albus about something they had seen there. Harry should have known that James would listen, should have paid better attention, than having been taken by the anger of someone daring to compare his children, even if only for fun. He should have defended James, but he was so tired of Martin that he just wanted to get out of there and take the two boys to buy Ginny's birthday gifts.

‘’James, Martin is a idiot who doesn’t deserve to be heard by us.’’ Harry took a deep breath, angry with himself. '’I'm sorry, I should have told him to fuck off, but I just couldn't take it anymore and I thought you guys hadn't heard. But I don’t believe what he said, even for a second.’’

‘’You don’t have to worry about that, Jamie,’’ Ginny finally spoke, her cheeks red as if she was trying very hard not to cry. ‘’Never, and I mean it, it will be true.’’ She blinked, her eyes suddenly moist. ‘’Martin knows nothing of what he talks about. Why do you think he is single?’’ The three laughed softly. ‘’You’re our boy, James, you always will be. We would not be happy with two Albus, two Teddy, two James or two Lily. We would not be happy without one of you existing.’’ She wiped the tears from her son’s cheeks, who continued to hug his father as if he were still a child.

‘’And it’s not a waste of intelligence.’’ Harry reminded him. ‘’Professional Quidditch is a lot more complicated than school, and you need to be smart to play. Look at your mom...She’s dumb?’’ James laughed, denying. ‘‘I’m sorry if we made you think that we wanted you to choose one career and that the others didn’t matter. We are kind of stupid sometimes too.’’ James nodded, laying his head on his father's chest again.

''Thank you I love you.''

‘’Hm... what? Can you speak louder? I didn't hear what my teenage son just said to me.’’ Harry smiled, feeling as silly as he heard James calling him dad the first time.

‘’I love you.’’ James said louder. ‘’Even if you’re an old grouch.’’

‘’Hey!’’ Ginny and James started laughing together, looking at Harry who kept his face serious. ‘’We’re going to have lunch, but I don’t think you want to go out with that old grouch.’’

‘’Nah, I don’t care.’’ He disengaged himself, drying his cheeks. ‘’At that restaurant near the mall?’’ James looked at his mom, which hugged him and kissed his cheek.

''Yea. But maybe we should stay at home ... you know how old people tend to get boring when they spend a lot of time outside.'' Harry teased, ruffling the hair of the boy who grimaced and ran his hands through the strands, trying in vain, tidy them up.

‘’I don’t care, I think I can handle the pain.’’ James shrugged, taking the letter again in his hands and finally finishing opening. ‘’If I fail, will we still go there?’’

‘’Yes.’’ Harry wanted to laugh, but he swallowed the laugh and looked at Ginny. ‘’Grades are important to teams, aren’t they?’’

''Yes. They don't like to hire dumb athletes.’’ She shrugged, looking at the letter. ‘’Open, let’s see how you did.’’ James took a deep breath, pulling the paper out of the envelope and they could read;

James Sirius Potter Arithmancy O Astronomy O Care for Magical Creatures O Charms O Defense Against Dark Arts O Divination A Herbology A History of Magic T Muggle Studies O Potions O Transfiguration O Study of Ancient Runes O

‘’You had 9 OWL.s.’’ Harry almost shouted, taking the letter from his son hand so he could read better. ‘’My son is a genius!’’ There was much happiness in his chest, as much as he knew James was smart, there was nothing that had prepared him for that. ‘’A genius!’’ Harry repeated, hugging James even tighter as if he were still a child.

‘’I knew you weren’t just getting into trouble,’’ Ginny hugged the boy too, almost seeming to jump in excitement. ‘’I know you very well, I know you love to do a scale of studies, just like Hermione.’’

‘’I ... I don’t expect that .. And I was getting into trouble, believe me. How is this possible? It's wrong. Dad, it's wrong, it's the wrong Potter.’’ James took the paper in his hands, his eyes big. ‘’Are you sure they didn’t exchange letters?’’

‘‘Of course not, James, you’re the smart one.’’ Ginny kissed her son on the cheek, a smile from ear to ear looking like she wanted to tear her face. ‘’Albus! Lily! Teddy!''

''My boy is a nerd.'' Dramatically, and very happy to be able to contain himself, Harry put his hand on his chest, remembering all the times he received letters from Lily saying that his brother seemed really committed to studying, and how he had thought that perhaps his daughter was being deceived and did not realize that her brother was preparing to do something else. ‘’Your godmother will be so proud.’’

‘’I’m not a nerd! Nerds are ugly.’’ James grimaced.

‘’There are exceptions. Besides, girls like smart guys.’’ Harry blinked, just to laugh at how his son had rolled his eyes and blushed. ''I'm proud of you.''

‘’Thank you.’’ His son smiled sincerely, looking very much like that boy who loved to jump in bed and escape bath time.

Harry realized then how James always seemed to look for his approval in small things, like grades and career, the owl he wanted to take to Hogwarts, among other details that he had never stopped to pay attention to. James was always wanting, in a way, for his father to say he was proud of what he did.

Suddenly, he felt his heart melt between his ribs, the same feeling as when he saw the boy for the first time, soiled with blood and all that white goo, crying loudly enough as if he was irritated that someone had ended his party inside Ginny's belly, so small that Harry even trembled for fear of knocking him over.

''I love you very much, James, very much.'' Harry took advantage of the fact that Ginny had gone to wake the other children, still jumping and talking that her son was a nerd, to be able to say that. ‘’And I’m very happy being your father, really, even when you’re a tough teenager who gets irritated by everything.’’ His son at least blushed in shame. ‘’I’m very proud to be your father, I’m sure you’ll be a great player.’’

‘’Better than mom?’’

‘’Hm... you don’t play in the same position to be a fair competition.’’

‘’Better than you, then?’’ Harry laughed, nodding.

''Without a doubt... But promise me that you will continue to study and dedicate yourself, and that you will at least try not to get into too much trouble.'' The two stared at each other, Ginny's brown eyes shining towards Harry, while James seemed to think about the proposal.

''I will try. Dedicate myself and not get into trouble. But you know how things are, problems find me.’’ The boy shrugged, that confident smile that made Harry get wrinkles and white hair, shining on the boy’s face.

‘’Always the wrong place and the wrong time, right?’’

‘’Yes, it’s impressive.’’ The two sat on the chairs opposite each other, and Harry cut a piece of the cake to serve James.

‘’I know how it is,’’ Harry smiled, remembering his teenage self.

‘‘It’s the Potter heritage.’’ James winked at his father, laughing softly as soon as Ginny entered the kitchen being followed by the other three. ‘’Teddy, you won’t believe... I’m smarter than you...’’

#hinny #hp next gen #harry potter next generation #next gen harry potter #next gen hp prompt #James Sirius Potter #Harry Potter #Harry and Ginny #harry x ginny #harry is just a good father

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tododeku fic recs

* = incomplete

meet you again someday (after we take the long way ’round) by theroyalsavage

summary: Midoriya Izuku's life is saved by a boy with the strongest Quirk he has ever seen.

Eventually - inevitably - he falls in love.(An AU in which Todoroki never attends UA, they never clash at the sports festival, but they come together all the same.)

pairings: tododeku

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

that is just the way by celestialfics

summary: Shouto has his first sleepover.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff

warnings: none

what is right and what is easy by theroyalsavage

summary: Midoriya Izuku is not chosen to represent Hogwarts in the Triwizard Tournament. He does not slay a dragon, or rescue innocents, or brave a maze of dark magic. He does not win accolades, or fame, or glory.

Instead, Izuku meets the son of the greatest dark wizard of the age, a Durmstrang student with hair like a sunrise and eyes like a war. And maybe, he just might win something else.

pairings: tododeku, kiribaku, tsuchako

tags: fluff, angst

warnings: none

First Time For Everything by kazzarole

summary: Midoriya is the catalyst of many of the 'firsts' in Shouto's life--it just makes sense that Shouto should share his first kiss with him, too.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff

warnings: none

alone together by celestialfics

summary: Five times when other Class 1-A kids notice Todoroki and Midoriya in their own world.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff

warnings: none

A Simple Warmth by patster223

summary: “I’m trying to make Todoroki a sweater for his birthday, but…” Izuku pokes at the tangle of yarn. “It’s more complicated than I thought it would be.”

In which Izuku sucks at knitting, his classmates are eager to help out, Todoroki finally gets to be cozy, and knitting is a vector for romance.

pairings: tododeku

tags:

warnings: none

Conventional Taste by WowBoring

summary: He didn’t think it would matter if Midoriya were taking him to a sewer convention; it was probably still going to be the highlight of his Golden Week.

In order to avoid a visit from his unpleasant grandparents Todoroki attends a hero convention with Midoriya, and learns a few things along the way.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff

warnings: abuse

pls respond by Esselle

summary: 'Midoriya: UR SO CUTE

Shouto chokes on nothing. How is he supposed to respond to that? Is he supposed to respond at all?

Midoriya: Look at your big head aaaaaaaaaaaaah Midoriya: *Image Attached*

Oh, Shouto thinks. He was talking about Shouto's Nitotan, which is now smashed to one of Izuku's cheeks in the image Izuku just sent, as Izuku squeezes it joyfully. Even if Izuku wasn't talking to him directly, the butterflies in Shouto's stomach feel a bit joyful, too.

He types out: I wish I were that Nitotan right now. Then he snorts, and erases it.'

Izuku has a wide variety of special moves, but his Key Smash might be the most powerful of all.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

i can keep a secret, could you? by handcrusher (ameliafromafairytale)

summary: The last thing Todoroki wants is for his father to figure out that 1) he's gay and 2) he's dating the boy he's supposed to overcome as a hero. So, he and Midoriya devise a plan.

Just how long can they keep it up?

pairings: tododeku, tsuchako, momojirou

tags:

warnings:

hold on tight by lunalou

summary: "What are you doing?" Shouto asks.

"Hugging you." Midoriya returns in a patient voice. His arms tighten around Shouto's waist and he presses his forehead more firmly against his back. "You know it's a hug, Shouto-kun. Don't play dumb."

or, five times somebody from 1-a hugs todoroki and the one time he hugs them first

pairings: tododeku

tags:

warnings:

If I'm Being Honest.... by I_dont_know_man

summary: Midoriya scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Uh, Shouto, why are you glaring at me like that?”

“I-” Todoroki began to lie, until nausea slammed him like a door to any room that Bakugou entered. “I--” Todoroki grit his teeth, and glared daggers into the wall behind Midoriya. Goodbye, friendship. It had been absolutely divine while it lasted. “Because you’re very attractive.”

They say honesty is the best policy, but it sure as hell had a knack for Todoroki making a complete and utter fool of himself.

In which Todoroki is placed under a mysterious truth-telling quirk and suffers, Uraraka laughs at him, Midoriya is confused but smitten nonetheless, and Twitter is the thirstiest site on the planet.

pairings: tododeku, kiribaku

tags: humor, fluff

warnings:

Guiding Light by furihatachlookie

summary: It was his mother's idea to enroll him at the local elementary school. His father believed a private tutor was better, but nobody can argue with a mother who's made up her mind, and a balanced exposure to kids his own age sways his father's judgement enough to agree and sign the papers.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, angst

warnings:

Todoroki and Yaoyorozu's Elite Study Club by hanwritesstuff (hannahkannao)

summary: “Well, as I see it, we have two options.” Shouto holds up two fingers. “We can either ignore this and pretend it never happened or... not.” He doesn't know which one he wants. “What does not entail, exactly?” Yaoyorozu asks. “...I don't know.”

In which Todoroki accidentally learns something about Yaoyorozu, Yaoyorozu accidentally learns something about Todoroki, and they spend a considerable portion of their study sessions... not studying.s

pairings: tododeku, momojirou

tags: fluff, humor

warnings:

Do What You Will, If That's What You Want by stanzas

summary: “What do you mean you’re retiring?” Bakugou asks nicely, or at least as nicely as someone like Bakugou can ask. The question is phrased more like a demand.“

Call it a mid-life crisis,” Shouto answers, like Bakugou asked him what the weather would be tomorrow, and takes a deep sip from his coffee. “I’m thinking of changing careers.”

The world of heroes is quick to adapt to surprises, but Pro Hero Entropy’s (very premature) retirement announcement throws almost everyone for a pretty impressive loop.

pairings: tododeku

tags: hurt/comfort, angst, humor

warnings:

extra, extra! by rythyme (pugglemuggle)

summary: Shouto & Creati: ACTUALLY Dating?! by Hitachi Hitomi at September 18, 2047 3:42 pm."Ever since heartthrob

Todoroki Shouto and the Everything Hero "Creati" made their official debuts, the two 22-year-old heroes have been nothing but professional towards each other. But was this all a sham to cover up the truth?"

Or: The media thinks Shouto and Creati are dating. Hint: they aren't. A multimedia TodoDeku & MomoJirou fanfic told through news articles, gossip columns, twitter, tumblr, text messages, and more.

pairings: tododeku, momojirou

tags: fluff, humor

warnings:

you broke the dark and my whole earth shook by aloneintherain

summary: Shouto had imagined himself as the country’s top hero for decades. Endeavour had put those images in his head when he was a child, and they had stayed there, growing like a fungus, until Shouto had reached adulthood. Even now, he was only just beginning to realise he didn’t have to live his life according to almost thirty-year-old decisions made by his abuser. He could do more. Be more. Outside of the hero community.

Izuku gets a job offer in America. Somehow, this brings Shouto and Izuku closer than ever before.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings:

count your blessings, not your flaws by PitViperOfDoom

summary: Midoriya Izuku has never been asked out, confessed to, or flirted with, except as a joke.

pairings: tododeku

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: bullying

call the fire department (i'm burning up with love) by Edgedancer

summary: An (abridged) list of things Todoroki Shouto did not have before U.A.: Loud neighbors. Fire alarms. Friends. Midoriya Izuku.

pairings: tododeku

tags:

warnings:

long nights and daydreams by dreamtowns

summary: According to the public, Pro Heroes Deku and Entropy are an amazing Hero Duo, best friends, and the most eligible bachelors in the world. According to their fans, they’re head over heels in love with one another yet oblivious to the others’ feelings. According to their friends and family, they’ve been in love with one another since high school, but, for reasons unknown to them, refuse to act upon said feelings.

According to said heroes, they have been (secretly) married for six years.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings:

extra-salty/twitter-verse series by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage)

summary: In his third year at UA, Todoroki Shouto works in a burger place, catches on fire and falls in love. Only two of those things are on purpose.

Or...Todoroki Shouto's exciting adventures in customer service.

part one of the extra salty/twitter-verse

pairings: tododeku, kiribaku

tags: fluff, humor

warnings: none

More Than Skin-Deep by Emmeri

summary: It was a fact, really. That he was ugly. Having a scar which takes up half his face kind of does that, in Todoroki's eyes. So why does he overhear the girls call him the class pretty boy?

He'll just have to ask Midoriya about it; he has too little filter to tell anything but the truth.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, angst

warnings:

Your Biggest Fan by Latios

summary: He opens the bag on the floor to see what could have been left in there-- and promptly freezes, staring at the contents inside.

“Midoriya.” He calls.

“Hm?”

“You bought our hero merch?”

Aka, Class 1-A starts to see themselves appear on merchandise in their local stores. Todoroki tries not to buy things, and fails.

pairings: tododeku

tags: fluff, humor

warnings:

Marry The Mole by Haurvatat

summary: “You're going to break up with him before he can propose.”

The hands went down and the steel wall of Midoriya's entire being went up. “...Excuse me?”

“And in return-” Enji gritted his teeth, “-I will deposit 20 million yen in your checking account.”

The gay drama fic based on a tumblr post absolutely zero people wanted to see but YOU'RE GETTING ANYWAY

pairings: tododeku

tags: humor

warnings:

ascended fanboy by aloneintherain

summary: “I want to honour them,” Izuku said softly. “When I cosplay, I just want people to see how amazing these heroes are.”

Shouto brushed a thumb over his cheek, careful not to smudge his makeup. “They do. I promise.”

Or: Izuku and Shouto attend HeroCon, five years post-graduation.

pairings: tododeku

tags:

warnings:

#bnha recs #my fic recs #abuse tw #bullying tw

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tasteofsmut · 4 years

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Tasteof Smut Fest Masterlist!

It’s September, and we’ve now come to the end of the Taste of Smut Fest! Us mods @eva-eleanore, @tasteofshapes and @veelawings would like to thank everyone who participated in the fest by creating such gorgeous works or who left kudos and comments for our amazing content creators - THANK YOU for this precious August gift! We hope that you’ve enjoyed this fest as much as we have! Here’s the MASTERLIST OF ALL WORKS sorted alphabetically by ship.

Albus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy

It starts with an inkpot by @penguinanimagus / vivi1138 (FIC) Albus Potter/Scorpius Malfoy

Senses: taste, smell, hearing, touch

When you have a crush on your best friend, sometimes all you need is a little push in the right direction. Being locked in your dorm, unable to see or be seen, might just be the perfect opportunity to confess.

Blaise Zabini/Ron Weasley

Down Into My Sensory

TheUltimateUndesirable

/ @ultimateundesirable (FIC) Blaise Zabini / Ron Weasley

Senses: hearing, sight, touch

A boring tasteless marriage with Hermione leads to Ron being enraptured by his sense when he finally feels something more again. That something is shagging Blaise Zabini. What's Ron going to do about being married to his high school sweetheart and finding himself without her? Go with it all like he has been and or finally move on from what was clearly a mistake.

Charlie Weasley/Hermione Granger

Bared Before Him by articcat621 / @articcat621 (FIC) Charlie Weasley/Hermione Granger

Senses: Touch, Hearing

One Saturday afternoon, Charlie offers a suggested activity that she just can’t turn down.

Draco Malfoy /Harry Potter

Long in the Baking, Never Quite Done by @p1013 / p1013 (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Taste, touch

“Hi, Luna.” Harry toasts her with his glass. “That looks lovely.”

She curtseys back. “Thank you, Harry. It’s to keep the wrackspurts away. How’ve you been?”

“Good. I brought cakes.”

“Wonderful. I’m assuming Ginny sent you in here?”

He smiles. “She did.”

“Warned you about Draco?”

“Yes.” He takes another drink. “Though I don’t know why she felt the need. We’ve been civil for years.”

“Does she know you fancy him?”

Harry chokes.

Centric Dreams by SensibleRen (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Sight, Hearing

Draco keeps having dreams about no one else other than Harry Potter. Each dream continues to come true the following day, until Draco has a particularly interesting one.

Woodsmoke by @underscoresally / underscore_sally (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Senses: smell, touch

After the war, Harry questions Draco and Draco demands answers he isn’t quite prepared for. But the warmth of a late-autumn fire and the smell of woodsmoke have a magic of their own, and as the answers come, so does an understanding.

Prepare the Brush for Me (I’m Craving With This Need) by @clemandben / Ladderofyears (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Sight, touch and scent.

Harry Potter is feeling artistic. Draco is his canvas.

Arôme d'Amour (Aroma of Love) by @slytherholic / slytherholic (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Smell

Harry's in for a surprise when he's hit with a perfume that attracts only the true soulmate.

With You, Always by acupforslytherin / @acupforslytherin (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: hearing

All his life, Harry repeatedly hears one same calming tune in his dreams. No one seems to recognize the mysterious song, until one day, Harry catches Malfoy humming it when he thinks he's alone.

all the feelings that you're making me feel by M0stlyVoid / @bonesliketambourines (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Touch

Harry should have known that ‘clean bill of health’ he got after a spell rebounded off him in a raid was too good to be true, especially with Draco Malfoy involved. He never expected this, though, but he finds to his utter shame that he could bloody well get used to it.

esto quod es, fortis et liber by @drgngrl87 / DragonGirl87 (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Smell, Taste

One fateful late-night run ruined Harry Potter's life...or did it? When the wolf in him threatens to turn life as he knows it upside down, he's left with no choice but turn to Draco Malfoy for help. Can his former Hogwarts nemesis fix his problem? And more importantly, will they be able to keep their hands and paws off each other?

Tracing Body Lines Unexplored by Veelawings / @veelawings (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Touch, Sight

Harry had teased him a few days ago, made a crude joke about Draco’s Slytherin scarf that he couldn’t even remember at the moment, but it had led to this. To Harry naked on his crisp white sheets, green eyes masked by a green tie and waiting for Draco to follow up on his promise. That he could make this scarf Harry’s favourite thing in the world.

(Or — gentle body worship, but kinky)

Even the Night by tackytiger / @tackytigerfic (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Taste Touch Sight

I'm so bad at this

Two boys meet on a rooftop

Read and find out more

Featuring lots of cigarettes, a Midsummer sky, close encounters in a bath, and plenty of fireworks.

the first language by saltwatergarden / @talkingtravesties (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Touch

There are some things that Draco just knows about Potter. For instance, he hates the press. He loves his friends deeply and would die for them. He's terrible at fending way his simpering fans and the stories about how powerful his magic is are more than just stories. He also hates being touched. Or does he?

Honey Just Put Your Sweet Lips On My Lips by angrywitchpolice / @angrywitchpolice (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Taste Smell Touch Sight Hearing

Harry and Draco’s first time together, lost in the sensations of each other.

A Light for Another's Dark by p1013 / @p1013 (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Touch

Every touch leaves a memory. For Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, this is literal. When Harry Potter goes missing, Draco is asked to use his ability to Read the memories embedded in the objects he touches to help find Potter. While following his trail, Draco's only certain of one thing: what he learns about Harry Potter affects Draco's life more than he wants to admit, and, more worryingly, not just his life, his heart.

They Glow (Bright) Under the Moon's Light by @zandragorin / ZandraGorin (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Senses: Sight, Touch It took some time but now Harry's finally realized that Potions isn't as bad as it once seemed. Of course, this realization has nothing to do with a particularly gifted (and good-looking, fit, gorgeous) Potions Professor. None whatsoever.

Don't Waste Your Eyes on Jealous Guys by EvAEleanor / @eva-eleanore (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Hearing, Touch

For two years now, Harry’s life has been different. Not only does he work in New York City as the Auror liaison to MACUSA on and international murder case, but he’s seen more of Draco Malfoy than he’d ever thought possible. Working with him, and spending time with him after work. During all of this time, Harry has watched him going back to his shitty boyfriend over and over again. The worst thing about all of this, he’d fallen in love with him. Maybe there’s hope for him though. Maybe for just one night...

Pottering with Potter by keyflight790 / @keyflight790 (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Hearing

Harry doesn't know why he has a wireless show either, but he's going to make the best of it.

Here’s To You by Drarrymadhatter / @drarrymadhatterstuff (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry

Senses: Sight and Taste

Harry’s in a muggle bar drinking to Sirius’ honour on what would have been his birthday. Draco comes into the bar after a horrific blind date in need of a strong drink. Together they take on the cocktail menu and experiment with taste and sight.

Crimson Neon by xanthippe74 / @xanthippe74 (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Smell

Winter, 1999. Harry thought going to New York would help him get his head on straight, but all he has to show for it are sore feet and a fridge full of takeaway containers. And now he’s homesick on top of everything else. It doesn’t help that his mysterious neighbour in 2C keeps cooking dishes that remind Harry of home and all the people he lost or left behind.

The familiar face behind the door of 2C is only the first surprise. As the bleak winter eases into spring, Harry discovers that happiness isn’t as out of reach as he thought… as long as he can find a way to hold onto it.

another heart whispers back by slytherco / @slytherco (FIC & ART) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Taste, touch, smell, sight, hearing

At twenty-five, Harry Potter is still a virgin and sorely lacking in options to change that state anytime soon. To help him find a plus one for Ron and Hermione’s wedding, and maybe kill two birds with one stone, Harry’s friends set him up on a series of blind dates. The only problem is, there’s something not quite right with each of their candidates.

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.” ― Plato

In which Harry learns that some things are worth waiting for, that looking and seeing are two very different things, and that his heart’s song has been heard a long time ago.

Sun Stroke by peachpety / @peachpety (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Touch

Draco, Harry, and a handful of friends take a summer holiday at the beach. With the help of a sultry sea setting, encouraging friends, and a fisherman's jumper, Harry and Draco's mutual attraction swells and things get hot on a salty summer night.

Every Inch Of You by Ladderofyears / @clemandben (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Touch, Sight

When Draco returns after a year at the Koldovstoretz School in Russia he has gained some weight and now has quite a prominent belly. He feels shy about his new physique, but Harry thinks that his lover looks just as gorgeous as ever.

Cooling Down by prolix (shal) / @prolix- (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Touch, Taste

Harry needs to relax. Draco needs to cool off. Together, with a little bit of ice, they manage to do just that.

Your Music To Create by GayAFSlytherin / @gayafslytherin (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Touch and Hearing

Harry has taken up piano as a coping mechanism. However, he really wants to be part of a bigger group so he signs up to be the solo Pianist for an orchestra. What he doesn't know is that Draco is going to be the solo Cellist for the orchestra as well. They're both fascinated while watching the other play and, unexpectedly, by each other.

The Scent of You by tsundanire / @tsundanire (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Senses: Smell

After a chance encounter leaves his new sense of smell reeling, Harry discovers that being a werewolf has more to offer than he'd ever imagined.

Espresso Patronum by tasteofshapes / @tasteofshapes (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Harry potter

Senses: Taste, Smell

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Royal Purple Polish by littymcgritty / @littymcgrittywrites (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Senses: Hearing

Tell me, have I lost my mind again?

I get the feeling you might feel the same

Tell me you can feel that love, feel that love again

In which Draco and Hermione try love for a second time. Sort of.

All Tied Up by sunflower_swan / @sunflower-swan (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Senses: taste, touch, hearing, smell

It is Draco's birthday. Hermione has a (sexy) surprise planned, but he will have to wait to find out what it is.

nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy by MissELY / @misselylux (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Senses: Hearing

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have a series of unpleasant, confusing, and electric encounters during the Death Eater trials after the war.

"And once again, for better or for worse, the sound of that voice is enough to fell her."

Limbic System by dirtymudblood / @dirty-mudblood (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Senses: Sight (and also smell)

There are very few things that are unexplainable. Quantum entanglement, antimatter, the Fermi Paradox to name a few.

Add to the list; Hermione Granger’s inability to orgasm.

Love is Blind by Aneiria / @aneiria-writes (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Senses: Sight

‘Draco, we need to talk about what happened,’ Hermione said now, placing a cup of tea next to her partner as he sat hunched over her kitchen table. She gently laid her hand over his, guiding him towards the handle so he could drink. ‘I have to complete our report for the DMLE.

Draco Malfoy grimaced and shook his head. ‘There’s really no need, Granger,’ he said, but she pushed on anyway. Draco had acted as bravely as any Gryffindor today, and she wanted to know why.

‘For all we knew, that curse could have been an Avada. You could have died, but you jumped in front of me without hesitation.’

‘Of course I bloody did; I’m your partner!’ he snapped back, looking in her direction with his sightless silver eyes. ‘That’s the first thing we were taught in Auror training, remember? Always have your partner’s back.’

Because Six Ate Seven by VexLonely / @vexlonely (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Senses: Sight

"Draco Malfoy had started gardening for stress relief, but looking down at his delicate failures, he seethed.

He had never seen Number Seven out in the garden, had never crossed their path in the posh St. Mungo’s housing where they lived. He blamed the wizarding world for enabling his antisocial tendencies. With a floo inside most apartment units and apparition at one’s fingertips, who needed to linger in a hallway?"

sandalwood and gardenias by secondbutton / @kissingturians (FIC) Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger

Senses: Smell

A balanced fragrance of sandalwood and something musky and earthy followed him like a shroud. Draco Malfoy smelled like a magical forest’s best kept secret. Like the moment following a storm when the sun peeks back over the clouds and living beings stop what they’re doing and pause to marvel at being able to roam outside again. It was a crisp top note with more robust undertones, and just a hint of sweetness. She thought she might love the scent if it lived on anyone else other than him.

Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood

Fingers in her hair by Hypallepse / @hypallepse (FIC) Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood

Senses: Touch

Whenever Luna is having a nightmare, Ginny is here to take her in her arms and distract her by brushing and braiding her hair. But while Luna is reminded of her mother, Ginny thinks of something else entirely.

Take a trip into my garden by sassybipotter / @sassybipotter (ART) Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood

Senses: Touch, Sight

How do you announce your engagement to the world? By capturing the ethereal beauty of your fiancée and sharing it with the world.

Ginny Weasley/Pansy Parkinson

How to Pull a Publicity Stunt, and Everything in Between by @triggerlil / triggerlil (ART/FIC) Ginny Weasley/Pansy Parkinson

Senses: Touch, sight, hearing, a bit of smell and taste

Ginny and Pansy live on the edge of the spotlight—constantly straddling the line between living private lives and being bonafide celebrity sensations—when they finally step into the spotlight, they decide to take full advantage of the attention.

a little chocolate now and then by Pineau_noir / @pineau-noir (FIC) Ginny Weasley/Pansy Parkinson

Senses: Taste, Touch

There are few things Pansy Parkinson holds dear, but first and foremost is her girlfriend, Ginny.

Harry Potter/Ronald Weasley

Sun Kissed by @static-abyss / static_abyss (FIC) Harry Potter/Ronald Weasley

Senses: touch, sight

Harry notices the freckles the first time they meet, the light dusting across Ron's face as he stands there in his maroon knitted jumper with the yellow R in the centre. If Harry didn't know any better, he'd swear he could trace the tendrils of a lightning bolt from Ron's nose down to his cheek. Something warm settles in Harry's chest at the knowledge that, perhaps, Ron carries a piece of Harry, no matter how unknowingly. It's proof of a connection between them, the first real tangible relationship Harry's ever had that is good and whole and wanted.

Harry Potter/Scorpius Malfoy

Underneath Your Clothes by Ladderofyears / @clemandben (FIC) Harry Potter/Scorpius Malfoy

Senses: Sight

When Scorpius wears a pair of very small, very lacy and very revealing pair of purple satin knickers to work, Head Auror Harry Potter is driven to near distraction.

Harry Potter/Severus Snape

These Scars We Bare by MiriMora / @mirimora (FIC) Harry Potter/Severus Snape

Senses: Sight

Harry is a photographer by profession, and he's working on a new series to be revealed in the fall. He has one last subject that he'd love to capture for his series highlighting the brave individuals who bear scars from the Wizarding World's two wars with Voldemort, but he's pretty sure he's going to have some convincing to do if Severus Snape is ever going to agree to step in front of his camera, even if they are friends now. Further complicating matters, he's also harboring some unrequited feelings for the prickly Potions Master. Or so he thinks…

Hermione Granger/Severus Snape

Vanishing Inside Us by @dwell-on-dreams / HogwartsToAlexandria (FIC) Hermione Granger/Severus Snape

Senses: Sight, Hearing, Touch, Taste

Sometimes, the only thing that matters is how the other feels. And this time, Severus knows he has to show how he feels too, or it won’t work anymore than it did the first time around.

Hermione Granger/Sirius Black

Lucky Dog by realjane / @thesuperjane (FIC) Hermione Granger/Sirius Black

Senses: Taste, Smell, Touch

Thanks to a new marriage initiative for the betterment of wizard-kind, SIrius Black finds himself wed to the woman of his dreams. He has no idea that she's been dreaming of him, too. Maybe this arranged marriage thing isn't so bad...

Lily Evans/Sirius Black

French Braid by heirblack (FIC) Lily Evans/Sirius Black

Senses: Touch and smell

A nice, relaxing, and lazy day in the Gryffindor dormitory leads into a bonding session over hair.

Narcissa Malfoy/Rabastan Lestrange

Memories That We Made Will Never Change by @malfoylestrange / Houseofmalfoy (FIC) Narcissa Malfoy/Rabastan Lestrange

Senses: Sight and touch

They fell in love in the midst of the first wizarding war, and when he went to Azkaban she moved on with her life and her family. Now he’s back,and the memories and regret that Rabastan Lestrange brings up in her are stronger than ever.

Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

would you just look at me by HogwartsToAlexandria / @dwell-on-dreams (FIC) Remus Lupin/Sirius Black

Senses: Sight, Touch

Moony's been in a mood, and therefore isn't the best version of himself either lately, which is code for, 'Sirius is a mess when Remus won't talk to him' really.

Severus Snape/Sirius Black

your arms, around my lungs by HogwartsToAlexandria / @dwell-on-dreams (FIC) Severus Snape/Sirius Black

Senses: Hearing, Touch

Even when they hate each other, even when they argue more than they talk, the sound of Sirius' regular breathing still brings Severus solace when the nightmares don't want to go away.

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Snape One Shots ~ Gothic Lust {Continued}

Summary: Emily is one of the more popular students at Hogwarts, who also happens to be a goth, and even though most people like to obsess over her and want to date her, she has never let any of the students at Hogwarts date her. Children of all ages she didn’t like so when a dark and mysterious MAN who matches her grumpy and dark aesthetic comes along she can’t help, but be curious.

Pairing: Snape x Female OC

Warnings: Swearing

Time: Two years before Harry graduates

Word Count: 5100

Recommended Song: My Oh My by Camilla Cabello

Main Character: Emily Jones; 20; DOB: Dec 16th, 1969 (Sagittarius); American; Caucasian; Slytherin; Pure Blood; 5'5; light skin; dark brown hair with green tips; green/gray eyes

Being in my dorm alone for a while was starting to make me feel hyper lonely and was really starting to get to me so I decided that maybe if I went to the common room and read a book, it might be better. With all of the thoughts running through my head of the past day, my mind was very clouded. I took down just a basic muggle fantasy book and thought maybe reading something that wasn't about spells or potions would calm my head. After a while listening to the fire crackling and hearing the faint voices of other students in the nearby dorms was a very nice environment to focus in and now I was annoyed that I didn't grab a spellbook instead. While reading my mind wandered a bit remembering Snape's voice in my head when he was asking if I was alright. I remembered his face when he caught me when I fell from the ladder. It was very cheesy and cliche, but I truly was kind of lost in thought about him. The feeling of his hands against my skin, this is something I've never experienced before considering I refused to get into any relationship. now, however, I feel like maybe I should open myself up and try something new, I was also pretty bitter and seemed to follow in my parent's footsteps. I also didn't want to end up like them in an arranged marriage so I guess I should be trying to get a boyfriend every now and then.

After a little longer, I decided to head back to my dorm and go to bed since I was probably going to sleep a lot after today and I will probably spend most of the day in my dorm or in the dungeon hallways. I went and took a light shower, braided my hair so when I woke up it would be wavy and got into my pj's. Sitting down on my bed about to climb in and heard a ticking on my window, I looked up and saw Snape's owl staring back at me. I smiled at the sight of his bird, but as soon as I went to grab the letter that he held in his feet he bit me. I groaned out in pain, snatched the letter and went to the bathroom to clean my hand. After covering it up and climbing into bed I opened the letter and it read,

Jones,

I feel like it might be time to tell you what was written that the first letter I sent to you before Dumbledore took it. I also would like to talk more to you about what had happened to today along with teaching you more about potions.

Sincerely,

SS.

PS,

I would like my cloak back the next time we meet.

I was happy to be hearing from him again, but without seeing his face or hearing his voice, I wasn't sure if he was being sweet or not, at least until the end. I laughed to myself.

"He's never getting that cloak back." I closed to letter back into the envelope and laid my head down to fall asleep. The next morning I woke up to the sun on my face, making me angry because I didn't feel ready to wake up just yet, but then a figure stepped in front of the window. I hadn't moved or made any noise yet so I could've just pretended to be asleep, but I wasn't that smart. I recoiled back pulling the blanket up to my chest as if it was protecting me. I looked straight at the person and was immediately relaxed when I noticed it was just Snape. He was looking out the window until I freaked out. I sighed and said to him,

"Jesus, can a girl not get any privacy here?' He smiled gently and replied with,

"Hey, I'm not wreaking the place, plus I thought I would be welcome here."

"Oh, yes you are, 100%, I just was not ready to wake up with someone standing around in my room." He took a seat down in one of the chairs in the room as I sat up completely, dropping the blanket and giving him a questioning look before asking,

"What are you doing here, may I ask?" He moved forward in the seat and said,

"You left something of yours in my classroom last night." I tossed the book onto my bed and I gave him a 'well what else was I supposed to do?' face and he just smiled back at me.

"Well," he said as he stood up from the chair, "I should probably get going seeing as you need to get dressed and whatnot." I gave him, yet again, another confused look to which he rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him, but before it shut completely I shouted at him saying,

"Wait!" The door stopped and I stood up from my bed basically prancing to the door. He opened it all the way and said,

"Yes?" I had a bit of momentum at this point and slowing down didn't seem like a good option so I throw myself into his arms wrapping my hands around his neck so he could catch me. He stepped back a little surprised then when I pulled my head out of his shoulder he looked at me for a moment, before I closed the distance between us, smiling as I moved my lips onto his. He didn' smiled back into the kiss, but it did kiss back to he clearly wasn't upset with me or anything or came to yell at me about making out with him earlier so this was a plus. I pulled away after a bit smiling like an idiot and catch Snape admiring my face.

"You know," he rested his hands on my waist as I stopped standing on my toes, "I think tonight would be good to finish another potion." I nodded in response.

"I think so too, Snape."

"Oh, yea and call me Severus, all that professional shit gets boring. I chuckled at his joke which, in return made him grin. After that, he left my side and went on with whatever he was doing before he decided to pay me a visit. I, on the other hand, was reading up a bit more on the book Dumbledore gave me as I wasn't able to learn anything from it before, but maybe now that I knew what was going on inside Severus' head I would be able to focus.

Through the first few hours of being awake, I seemed to put myself into some kind of trance that kept me focused on the task at hand and I was getting pretty good at learning a couple of new skills from Dumbledore's book. However, I was getting bored and decided that I should pick a potion I wanted to learn about later tonight if Severus would give me the option to choose. After reading up on a couple of strange potions I thought it might be a good time to take a walk either around the grounds or maybe find myself at Hogsmeade. I threw on a long black, trench coat and made my rounds through the school until I came up to the main entrance to where I would be going next. It was a little chilly outside and it did look like it was about to rain, so I decided to head to Hogsmeade, I could get some food there at least since I missed breakfast by a long shot, and I could also maybe buy something else in one of the other stores nearby. I went to the three broomsticks and snacked on a sandwich and sipped on some tea until I got bored of listening in on some old people gossip. I hopped out into the street again just slowly making my way through the little town noticing things I didn't before like the new sign outside of Zonko's or the freshly cleaned doorsteps leading up to Honeydukes, I can only imagine how happy the store owners are now that most of the students are gone for the holidays.

I stepped up to the nice little store called Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop to see if they had any cool-looking quills and such. After about 20 minutes of browsing and wondering if the owner was dead or not as he slept in his seat, I decided to buy more ink and a new white quill. At that time I was honestly done staying in the cold and was ready to take the hilly walk back to Hogwarts, but before I could something seemed to pull me towards another shop. Almost immediately I found myself browsing the items on the shelves of Gladrags Wizardwear. I normally get all of my clothes from family, but occasionally I'll go out and buy something they probably would forget about. I found some nice Slytherin style pants and a jacket that was still in my range of style that I think anyone would appreciate along with some nice perfume that smelled like roses and firewood. Weird combination I know, but it was worth it. I also got a little something for Severus, not really because I felt bad that he got me something and I didn't get him anything, but that's totally the reason. It was a nice light cologne that smelled like pine needles and wine, and I honestly was confused by a couple of other kinds too. Like how do they get the smell of old books or the ocean into a bottle? I bought my items, pulled out a small carry bag that I keep shrunk in my pocket in case I impulse buy, and started to make my way back to Hogwarts Where nothing was really interesting.

I told the painting our house password and as soon as I walked in it seemed like everyone that stayed back was in the common room. I was pulled aside by another seventh year who asked me to join their party. It wasn't anything like the party we had before everyone left, but we still had booze and some music. I told them sure as I had nothing better to do and dropped my stuff off at my dorm. Before I left I changed my clothes and remembered that Severus basically threw my potion book at me earlier, making me feel kind of nostalgic even though it happened this morning. I put it back on my shelf and hopped down the stairs to see a couple of boys chugging bottles of booze and everyone else around them chanting and yelling at them to drink faster. I joined in by hopping onto a shelf to get a good view of the chaos that was slowly starting to happen and laughed when someone bumped into a girl who in return pushed back and happened to hit one of the boys downing alcohol causing him to lose and choke up a bit from breathing in some of the subsistence. I got past a glass which I downed pretty quickly but then decided to not get drunk as I would probably find myself alone here in about an hour or running through the halls like an idiot. I wasn't in the mood to be caught drunk, as McGonaggell would tell my parents, so I just sipped on my next drink and enjoyed watching everyone else slowly bring upon the apocalypse.

After a couple of laughs and such to make the day feel less boring I was about to get down from the shelf and maybe sneak into the library and search through the restricted section, but before I could a brawl started with a couple of boys and Murphy. Not surprised as I was I stayed up there and watched the scene play out. The boys that were fighting actually knew what they were doing so things were pretty interesting, mainly the blood that started to flow, until a younger student came into the common room followed by McGonaggell and Severus. I groaned out loud as the fun was over and the kid that got them seemed to be traumatized as if he had never seen a basic brawl before. Severus pulled the boys apart as McGonaggell yelled at them and then turned to everyone else for drinking underage until she turned to me who was trying not to hold in a laugh as the boys looked so guilty.

"What is it you're doing up there Ms. Jones?"

"Oh, nothing, just watching the show." She frowned at me as she walked towards me and everyone was watching us probably thinking I was going to jump at her or something.

"And as a prefect, you are following your jobs are you?"

"On a daily basis ma'am."

"And this 'show' you watched, it wasn't breaking any school rules?" She raised an eyebrow at me as I sighed and told her very calmly.

"Come on professor, a little fight has to happen sometime, how else are we going to get our anger out, turn each other into frogs and then never be able to turn each other back?" She crossed her arms and in her way glared at me, she then turned around and told the boys to go to the hospital wing then immediately go to the kitchens after. Severus stood there as McGonaggell followed them out and before she left she said to me,

"Prefects can also get detention too Ms. Jones." I swore under my breath and hopped down off the shelf and started to mock her after she left. Then Severus filled the room with his voice explaining what kind of stuff we would have to do once classes started again, like cleaning the pots from the kitchens, or sweeping the floor in potions every day after class. Everyone moaned, but he didn't care and before he left he just looked at me for a second which then made me say,

"If you're thinking about making me class the whole class, I won't do it." He scoffed and walked away. I could tell that he wanted to say something back, but obviously it wouldn't be a good time to say anything else right now. I told everyone else that I would steal some potions from Pomfrey for the drunk when the hangover started and they all thanked me. It's funny really, I didn't even do anything and yet that was why I got into trouble. I made my way back up to my room, hopped on my broom and made my way to the windows outside of the hospital wing hoping that when I got there, Pomfrey would be busy with the boys who had black eyes, and cut-up's knuckles.

*** Hours Later ***

I sat at the Slytherin table slowly eating my food with my head in my hand, clearly lost in thought or just not in a good mood. A student next to me was laughing with her friends until she noticed me and asked me,

"Hey, Joney, you alright?" I shrugged my shoulders as I didn't really know what was wrong with me since today wasn't a horrible day, but I was just feeling weird.

"Detention boring you?"

"Probably." She went back to her laughing friends as I just watched my food and slowly raised it to my mouth. I listened to their conversation until it turned into heavy gossip and I thought, maybe if I tried hard enough I could focus my mind onto Severus and chat with him in my head. I thought about him and replied his voice in my head from when he first pushed into my mind and repeated his name over and over again, after about like five minutes of trying different things my mind kind of changed and everything seem to be a lot quieter around me like everything was muffled. I glanced up at the teachers' table to see Severus glance at me. I didn't know if it had worked so I asked,

"Severus?" A couple of seconds passed.

"Yes, Jones?" I tried to hide my smile at the fact that I actually managed to do it and then I heard Severus say something else,

"Is there something you want, I can't keep the connection going forever." My smile dropped, I thought I had managed to reach him, well maybe I did, it might not have been strong, but I got his attention. I told him through my thoughts,

"It's just really boring over here, I wanted to talk to someone who didn't need gossip to be the topic of the day."

"I thought that's what all popular people enjoyed talking about." I chuckled lightly getting a couple of weird looks from a few girls around me. Not really paying any attention to them I responded to him saying,

"I normally like to listen to it, but it gets boring after a while. Plus you're a lot more interesting than them." I glanced back up to him and saw him kind of hiding his face from me. Was he blushing? Oh god, I hope he is. I smiled myself and then said to him,

"Sorry, that was very cliche. We should probably get back to eating, talk to you later." I took my gaze away from him and broke the connection. I focused on my food and tried not to look up at the teachers' table. I had a feeling that even though he seemed to be affected by it, it dawned on me that he definitely doesn't get compliments at all and probably doesn't let people in his life. Once I finished I stood up and walked out of the Great Hall, I decided to just walk around until detention trying to avoid going straight to the potions class. Severus was probably feeling pretty awkward at the moment and was probably going to cut the connection anyway, and I think that since it was me who did it, it might've made it less awkward. Soon I had circled the whole castle a few times and decided I should probably head downstairs to see if Severus was actually going to give me something to do or if we would just lead each other on and make out again, and honestly, I was kind of hoping for the second option. I knocked on the door and heard him tell me to come in. I slowly opened the door and gave him a little smile once he looked up from his papers. I closed the door with my back as I leaned on it and slowly made my way up to him as he went back to the papers covering his desk. I stopped in front of the desk and as I swayed back and forth I asked him,

"Soooo, what are we doing tonight?" Not looking up from his work he told me.

"Well since I didn't give you the detention, you'll be cleaning the desks for me as the first years didn't bother doing it before they left." I looked over at the tables and groaned out loud.

"Oh come on, the mess has hardened by now, it'll be impossible to clean it, unless..." I pulled out my wand and was about to cast a cleaning spell, but Severus knocked it out of my hand with his own spell and told me.

"You'll be doing it by hand."

"What!?" He just kept a straight face as I reacted this way making it hard to tell if he was fucking with me or if he really wanted me to do it. I crossed my arms and told him,

"You're joking, right? Please tell me you're joking."

"It wasn't my idea to give you detention, plus you smelled of alcohol, I bet Mivera wanted to yell at you for that but thought that detention was good enough.

"I guess it's good that she stills thinks I hate you," I grinned at him as he glared at me, I crossed my arms and grabbed the things he had for me on his desk frowning at them and said,

"because I find this very entertaining." Giving him another grin as I walked over to the first desk. He huffed and went back to his work as I tried not to throw myself across the room when I scraped the tables, it was like I was chopping wood with a needle, it wasn't working. After I got one table done, he was still working on stuff and I ended up getting so sick of basically falling over as I put so much pressure on the stupid thing that I said aloud,

"I'm gonna kill McGonaggell for this." Then at the moment where I wasn't paying attention, I moved my hand to maybe make it easier but just ended up cutting my hand open. I cried in pain as it wasn't a cut it was a full-on wound that started to bleed a lot. I sucked in a heavy breath and looked over to Severus who didn't even look up. I walked over to his desk and shoved my hand into his view to which he immediately freaked out and jumped to my side of the desk and put a cloth on it to stop the bleeding. I was being very bold with him as I was pissed he made me do work and now I was injured badly. As he put more pressure on it pain shot through my hand and I cried out saying,

"Jeez stop squeezing it hurts!"

"Do you want it to keep bleeding?"

"I wouldn't be bleeding if you didn't make me do work." He huffed again and got a new cloth as the one he used before was covered in blood. He grabbed me by my shoulder, threw the cloth at me and started to walk away saying,

"Let's get you to Pomfrey." I sighed and wrapped the cloth around my hand slowly which seemed to make him impatient and look like he was going to yell at me to hurry up, but stopped when he remembered I was hurt and probably wanted me to be careful with myself. Walking to the hospital was quiet and hard as Severus basically ran down the halls as I followed and a couple of times I caught myself squeezing too hard making it hurt and bleed more. Once we got there Pomfrey was cleaning are table and sighed when I entered behind Snape. She walked over to me and said, clearly not wanting to give me another potion if I was drunk, but when she saw the bloody cloth her nursing kicked in. She had me unwrap the cloth and she poured some kind of cleaning subsistence on the wound that stung a lot until I couldn't feel any more pain and she said to me,

"I'm going to have to stitch it so you might want to look away." I watched her stop the bleeding and get ready to stitch it shut and honestly I wasn't really scared about watching the stitching it never phased me before. As she weaved the thread through my skin I noticed that Severus was still standing next to me and was watching Pomfrey's every move, like he was waiting for her to hurt me which, honestly, I doubt would ever happen. Then I thought of something, why didn't he just heal my hand like last time? He literally healed my broken wrist in seconds, couldn't he heal a wound? I stopped questioning it when I started to feel really sore and I felt a sharp pain in my hand which made me recoil away from Pomfrey. She stopped and looked up at me, Severus stepped a bit closer to me, but I shooed him away.

"Sorry about that, I guess the potion wore off, here, drink this, it'll keep the pain away for the rest of the day." Downing the potion I noticed Severus staring at me and not the job PomPom was finishing up. I glanced over at him and raised an eyebrow he was acting pretty strange since I showed up in his class and honestly I would say that I shouldn't worry about it since he was probably just making sure he didn't have an accident on his hands that he would have to take care of with Dumbledore. He raised his own eyebrow at me and Pomfrey gave me a couple of things, but before we could leave Pomfrey said to Severus,

"I don't know what you have your students doing in detention, but clearly it's dangerous." He waved her off as we left the room and as we walked through the halls I wasn't sure if I was still going to clean the classroom so I asked,

"So, do I still need you to clean your desks?" He quickly told me no and kept walking, since we were basically going to the same place I followed him through the halls and even though keeping up with him meant me running behind him, I still managed to stay relatively close by. As we walked neither of us said a thing to each other, but it wasn't horrible, I was still curious as to why he reacted the way he did before. Like he was going to protect me from the stitches. Once we reached the hallway I opened the painting and before I went inside I shout at him,

"Goodnight, I guess." He turned around and said back to me,

"Goodnight, Emily." I smiled at him as he walked down the rest of the hallway. Feeling a lot better, and no longer in pain, I jumped up the stairs to my dorm and landed on my bed. Feeling happy that he called me by my first name for the first time, I got ready for bed and as I rid myself of my clothes I realized that I hadn't gotten my wand back from my detention. Knowing that and not wanting to walk all the way to class and or having to search the school for it and the person who knows where it is, I decided to go right now. Not even changing out of my pj's, I ran through the common room jumping over the couches. Sneaking through the dark halls and trying not to get caught wasn't easy with the fear that he wouldn't give me my wand back, so hiding from Flich didn't really work at first, but with my legs carrying me quickly away from him, I managed to getaway. I had made it to his classroom and burst through the door without even knocking making him wonder what the hell is wrong with me. He stood up and crossed his arms as I bent down to rest my hands on my knees to catch my breath.

"Forgot... my wand." I let out a heavy sigh and closed my eyes as I calmed down. Severus picked up my wand from in his desk drawer and came over to hand it to me. As I stood up he was right there in front of me and once I was standing up straight I was basically face to face with him with only a few inches between us. I gently took my wand from his hand but letting it linger on his skin. I kept eye contact with him as I did it and before I could pull my hand away he grabbed it and pulled me into him crashing our lips together. Almost right away my hands wrapped around his neck and pulled on his hair as he grabbed me violently by the hips making me lean against him. I smiled into the kiss as he didn't seem very happy today and now I know that he wasn't upset with me. I pulled on his hair a little more and got a deep growl out of it which honestly turned me on hearing that deep growl coming from his throat. I moaned against his lips and he placed his hand underneath my ass picking me up without any effort. I laughed when our lips broke connection for a second to breathe. He placed me on his desk and pushed his ways through my legs even though I tried to fight it. He pulled me onto the edge of the desk by my waist and put his hands back onto my face bringing me closer to him just by a bit. He then grinds up against me getting another moan out of me and kissing my neck causing me to lose track of time. I placed my hands on his shoulders and after a while of grinding and hair-pulling, we needed to breathe so we pulled apart and mixed our breath together.

I closed my eyes and rested my head on his. Severus placed his hands around my waist and hugged me towards him. We stayed like that for a few seconds without talking until I chimed in and said,

"You really do know how to treat a woman don't you?" He chuckled at my comment and I grinned at him since I never saw him smile before let alone a laugh, so I took it in stride. I hugged my arms around him and let out a long sigh, opening my eyes again and seeing him already admiring me. Blushing like an idiot he kissed my gently not like the heavy make-out section we just had. I moved the stray pieces of hair out of his face and gave him a smile, which in return earned me another kiss. For the rest of the next, we just chatted a bit about some random stuff and I would sometimes complaint him and that would make Severus break eye contact with me. I then thought that it was probably a good idea to head back to my dorm and as to not get in trouble Severus walked me back to the common room where he left me as soon as it opened. Before I walked in I told him t wait and looked around to make sure that nobody else was here. Then I pulled on his shirt bringing his face down to my level to give him one last kiss before I went to bed. Once we pulled apart he said goodbye and for the rest of the night I let my grungy, grumpy facade disappear and wouldn't stop thinking about Severus and how his hands felt on my waist and face.

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**** Hogwarts Mystery Year 6 Chapter 45+ Spoilers / Theories

I've got some theories on the whole Merula is the mole thing. I've been reading some on tumblr when I finished the chapter. But also thought of some I havent seen, so I wanted to compile a list of all my theories.

1. Merula is the mole but she isn't doing it for bad reasons.

• When you think about how Merula has always viewed the MC as competition, its a no brainer to think she would play the MC for a chance to become more powerful. BUT during the course of 6 years their relationship has grown closer and she was even able to be the MC love interest several times. She also flirted with the MC and becomes shy when talking about crushes. She was also struck with revenge in wanting to avenge Rowan. And even almost killed Rakepick during the last cursed vault but was stopped by Jacob. I think if she was willing to kill someone whos in an organization she's so called committed to she would've been put to death had they found out. Merula could easily be trying to use R as a way to gain more power then betray them. She also used the truth potion to try to convince MC she wasn't the mole.

2. Merula is actually the mole

• Merula although I love her could actually be the mole. She could have been faking her relationship with the MC this whole time as a way to get closer to her without seeming too desperate. Notice key things like the fact that R has to somehow convince MC to join them. R knows the MC is powerful, impressionable, and want to use her. What better way to get someone to pretend to be her friend. Someone the MC trusts enough but wouldn't be suspicious about. Because Merula over the years before R was mentioned has always disliked MC. So Merula being caught hanging around shady people or being mean to her sometimes wouldn't be suspicious. As well as even though we have known Merula, amd could date Merula since year 6. We still dont have a friendship with her in the tab to gain friendship. So even if in game MC says she thinks of Merula as a friend, it can be the game showing that Merula never thought of MC as a friend and probably never will because she was betraying the MC. This is my least favorite theorie I've thought about since the last chapter of year 6 but it may be the one the game pushes.

3. Merula is being framed

• The option Merula stans around the world are praying and begging for. I have seen this theory a lot as well as thought about it myself. Merula could be being framed two ways Ive thought of.

Sitaution 1 : Someone is using a polyjuice potion to pretend to be Merula in front of R. This obviously means it has to be someone close to her because they need to consistently be collecting her hair/dna. And I say consistently because the dark witch who met 'Merula' said, "Late as usual". Which means they have been meeting up a few other times in order for the dark witch to inquire that 'Merula' is always late. This can be due to the imposters bad puncture OR because they have to sneak around since they're pretending to be someone else and are careful they aren't seen, which can lead to them being late. In this case R doesn't know that this isn't the real Merula Snyde but someone pretending to be her because of her obvious reputation of wanting to be powerful and being mean to the MC.

Situation 2: Merula is being framed BUT only that time during the last chapter of year 6. What if the mole knew that Mundungus Fletcher is somewhat of a friend of MC and purposely leaked information where he could find it and warn the MC. This would have had to be planned because the only way to pretend to be someone else is through a polyjuice potion. It also has to be someone like Jae or Ben who have connections to him or was with MC when doing deals. Dont forget once Ben turned into a 'bad boy' he was said to be hanging around the shady parts to 'find Rakepick.' Also on the topic of Ben, he was one of the friends who said they should disband the circle of Khanna. Ben knows R is out to get MC and that Rakepick wasn't the only member involved. And he knows about the hostage too. Which makes Ben a big suspect.

OR the dark witch was specifically asking around to make the MC interested in tailing them so that the MC could PURPOSELY overhear them talking. This still requires a polyjuice potion so they planned this at least a month in advance. But the dark witch and the imposter knew that the MC would be at the meeting place (which even though no one was around still in the public). All they had to do was pretend as if they're Merula and leave. Which we all know ployjuice potion wears off pretty quickly, and their meeting was quick then they left together.

This last one is the one I'm hoping for the most of course since I am a huge Merula stan and she deserves better honestly. She had this character growth and development, as well as shes always been a lobe interest and personally involved in lots of side challenges. (Unlike Ben a big suspect) Basically throwing her progress away by making her be actually working for R would be such a bad decision on JC part.

Also adding: Ben personality change could be his real personality all along. He probably didnt plan for Rowan to die or maybe he did.... Rakepick was aiming for Ben but if Ben was working for R and is powerful like they're making it seem he probably would have doged that attack but Rowan got in the way. Unless he also knew Rowan was following them and suspected they would get involved.

As well as another personality change, Merula. This and her newly aquired skill, wandless magic is what makes her look like a suspect. Since the books on wandless magic are in the restricted section at school that would mean Merula would have had to have access to 'illegal' books. Although since her parents are in Azkaban they probably had owned 'illegal' books and such at her home already. But then that begs the question why did she just learn it now and not the previous summer's going home? Why now when she's being caught in cahoots with R members? As well as shes acting much more mature but as well as distant. She came to the new school year celebration late. And also according to the MC been hard to track down.

I hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts on what I think is happening with Merula in Hogwarts mystery! Id love to hear what you think. Ive been playing this game since it came out but this was so interesting i had to make a blog to talk about year 7

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Do you place any of the time limited side quests at a different year from the game? For example, i think it makes sense for the Howling Halloween sq to be set after the sq with the forgetfulness potion in year 3 rather than year 1. The first Christmas sq also takes place in year 1, even though MC wouldn’t know Bill at that point. The patronus sq makes a reference to Mc being a legimellion even though they wouldn’t find that out till later.

I kind of stopped trying to fit all the TLSQs into my story at some point, but I still can’t help wondering where they belong into the canon story. And yeah, probably most of them don’t make sense where they’re placed by the devs (or at least would make more sense somewhere else). Now, I’ll try to keep it short, but I’m gonna comment on pretty much every TLSQ, so… beware.

YEAR 1:

Hagrid’s Birthday. It should’ve been at least Y2. Merula comments at one point that Dumbledore probably wants to give MC 100 House points (which really makes sense only after we got points at the end of Y1), and MC’s bond with Hagrid was much closer in Y2, so they’d indeed be the right person to throw his birthday. Especially that Hagrid canonically was born on December 6th, so in Y1, MC knew him only for three months.

Howling Hallowe’en. All right, so I personally HATE this TLSQ because MC duelling Greyback is stupid no matter their age. But if it has to exist, then as you said, it should’ve happened after “Penny For Your Thoughts”, so not before Y3. I believe Scarlett was supposed to die between Y2 and Y3, so before that, it doesn’t make sense that Penny’s fear of werewolves is so great. It also takes away from the relationship between Penny and Chiara (if Penny didn’t experience the death of her friend, it’s not that meaningful that she overcomes her prejudice for Chiara).

Christmas at Hogwarts. It CAN’T happen before Y2. When Rowan mentions Bill for the first time, MC doesn’t even know who he is. How would it make sense if they spent Christmas together a year earlier? Personally, I think it should be Y3 when MC’s friendship with both Bill and Tonks was closer already.

YEAR 2:

The Weird Sisters. This one should probably be Y4, even if only because of the Sisters’ age. Myron is supposed to be one year older than Bill, meaning that in MC’s Y4, Myron was in his last year. Orsino is supposed to be the same age as Percy, so at the same time he was in his second year – a bit young to be on the band, but possible (more likely than in his first year if you ask me).

Hosting the Beauxbatons. I guess it could stay in Y2, but MC talks quite a lot about the Cursed Vaults and how great they are at solving mysteries, so I believe that Y3 or even Y4 would make more sense.

Chiara’s TLSQ. It happens a year after the Halloween events, so it should be Y4.

Christmas at the Burrow. Again, since it happens a year after the previous Christmas TLSQ, it should be Y4. It goes well with Charlie coming to Hogwarts to rescue us because he and MC got pretty close in Y4 (working on the Forest Vault and all).

Meet the Malfoys. Lucius came to Hogwarts because the school governors were alarmed by the things going on at school, so it has to be after the Vault of Ice. Although, I’d argue that two vaults are more likely to be a reason for concern, putting the quest in Y4. Also, in MC’s second year, Draco was only five! He looked and acted more like a 7/8-years-old.

YEAR 3:

Become an Animagus. A friendly conversation with both Barnaby and Tulip at the very beginning of the quest suggests Y4.

The Frog Choir. It could stay in Y3 since Tulip acts rather uncertain about her friendship with MC. The problem is that it triggers too early. When I played with my second MC a while ago, I’m pretty sure it triggered even before I learnt from Tulip that she worked with Merula.

Flying Solo. It should be Y5 (I imagine that becoming an Animagus would take at least all Y4). There’s the whole conversation where Talbott talks about Rakepick’s white owl. In Y3, Merula thinks she’s about to meet Snape, but then, the mention of school owls doesn’t really make sense – it was definitely written with Rakepick in mind, so I just don’t understand why they placed it in Y3.

YEAR 4:

Become a Prefect. No complaints here.

Magical Creatures Everywhere. As far as I remember, there was nothing that wouldn’t really fit here, so I guess we’re also clear.

Celestial Ball. It’s a bit odd to have a ball when there’s the Sleepwalking Curse at school, but… sure, we can go with this.

Grand Pranksters. Yeah, I believe it all works here again. Tonks and Tulip are pretty close friends already, Rita returned like a couple of months after her second SQ (when we blackmailed her about being an unregistered Animagus). Even Ismelda’s part is okay since she was also one of the optional people to borrow a broom from.

The Patronus TLSQ. It probably should be Y5. The Legilimency scene you mention doesn’t happen if you do the quest in Y4, but the fact that it exists (and it’s quite developed) suggests that the quest was written with Y5 in mind. Again, I don’t understand why it was placed earlier.

First Date. I mean… sure.

YEAR 5:

Sir Cadogan. It definitely belongs to Y5 since it talks about Beatrice being trapped in the portrait. However, similar to the Frog Choir, it triggers too early. I believe it triggers in chapter 6 now. It’d make more sense after our fight in the Library (to remind MC how important it is to work with their friends) and after we found Scabbers in front of the Vault of Ice – so around chapter 14. In the TLSQ, Rakepick revived the Ice Knight, so MC shouldn’t have been that surprised seeing the cursed ice around the castle in the main story. Also, when they searched the Icy Corridor with Jae, it sure sounded like they weren’t there since Y2.

O.W.L.s. No complaints here.

Valentine’s Day. NOPE! Just nope. There’s no way Penny would care about stupid Valentine’s Day while Beatrice was trapped in the portrait. Similar goes to MC who was worried about both Haywood sisters AND they were anxious about finding Jacob in the next vault. Moreover, THERE’S NO WAY Rakepick would allow Lockhart to waste the time of her apprentices. I don’t know where else it fits better, but quite frankly, I don’t care.

The All-Wizards Tournament. I mean, I’m not mad about it being in Y5, but I actually like it better when I think that Hagrid and Kettleburn organised it to distract everyone after Rowan’s death. I’d say it’s more meaningful in Y6.

Festival Fun. Very similar arguments as for the First Date. Although, I suppose it could’ve happened on its own in Y5, just without the dating element.

YEAR 6:

The Dragon Sanctuary. Honestly, it’d probably make more sense as the summer holidays event or even post-graduation, but I guess Y6 is not bad.

The Headkid. Yep, makes sense.

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As some of your know, I would be the WORST fic rec blog. I am terrible about remembering titles and authors and things like that and I don’t have a good bookmarking system. When I try to find a fic, I usually have to describe it to someone to find it. As some of you also know, I am YEARS behind on reading since I haven’t had enough time for a long while to sneak in more than a few here and there. However, with these stressful times, not only have I been reading more than I normally have time for, but I decided I would keep track for my first official post for the 28th. I’ve been trying to jump back further in my likes so hopefully some of these will be “new” to some people.

I also started this post at the beginning of the month before things went crazy at work... so it’s not as long as I was originally planning it to be.

So here we go, a list of my recently read/reread fics.

written in the stars (that's you and me) by @fackinglouis

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers.

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”

Written for the prompt: Louis is a funny and bratty psychic and Harry is set on proving he's a scam.

The Second Hand Unwinds by @kingsofeverything

Louis Tomlinson is one of the first members of NASA's top secret Chrono Exploration Program. When things go wrong and he's sent further back in time than planned, he has no other option than to show up on his ex-boyfriend's doorstep.

The Nation's Sweetheart by Snowy38

In limped a graceful giant; slim bodied but broad shouldered with thick thighs. Harry's hair was a little wild where it had grown out of it's usually boyish short style.

For some reason Louis' fingers flexed, as if wanting to course through the flicks in the bottom of his rich brown hair.

It had been curly once. Louis had seen pictures of him innocent with wide green eyes and a wider, bright white, toothy grin. Everything about him screamed privilege.

Louis wondered if he knew he'd only taken this job to stop him losing his flat.

Sodalite & Aventurine by @forreveries

The one where, in his travels to find Swan’s elusive treasure, Captain Louis Tomlinson of the Black Dagger discovers he has a stowaway onboard - a stowaway who is rather tall and pretty and pouty and can spout off Shakespearean poetry as though he had written it. A stowaway who is also, unfortunately, secretly Louis’ biggest threat. Captain Harry Styles.

The Lone Hydrangea by @lightwoodsmagic

“Thank you again,” he smiled at Harry as he picked up the arrangement and headed towards the door, and Harry quickly realised he didn’t know the man’s name. “I – wait! Sorry, I just...what’s your name?” At the man’s eyebrow raise, Harry stumbled over his words, “It’s just, if you’re coming back, I thought I should…know.” As the man looked at Harry, his smile only grew, and Harry’s heart thumped in his chest. “My name’s Louis. Louis Tomlinson, and it was so lovely to meet you,” he shot one final grin in Harry’s direction, “I’ll see you next week, Harry.” And then he was gone. “It was lovely to meet you too,” Harry whispered to the empty shop, putting his head on the counter, “Louis”.

Or the post Hogwarts AU where Harry's a florist, Louis' a muggle who edits fantasy books, and they both have no say in how quickly they fall for each other.

Opposites Attract by @kingsofeverything

Harry has a list of reasons he and Louis shouldn’t date. Maybe they’re more compatible than he thinks.

Part 4 of Tiny Penis Fics

Tired Tired Sea by @mediawhorefics

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

when half spent was the night by @juliusschmidt

Hi Harry,

I’ve skimmed your website and am interested in hiring you to be my doula. I’m 7 ½ months pregnant and not keen to do this whole labor and birth thing alone. After looking around, I thought you might be a good fit because you mention enjoying unusual people with unusual birth requests. I can meet up any day this week.

Lou

You're like a Sponge (Abrasive and Colorful) by @londonfoginacup

Harry LOML Styles: Hey, can you recommend your fav shoe stores? Heels Abroad is closing and I know you know some good places

Butterflies have erupted in Louis’s stomach. This is the first time Harry has ever texted him. He glances down at the beat up old Adidas he wore for his run this morning. Harry thinks Louis knows some good places? He trusts Louis’s opinion on something?

Louis gulps, and then coughs up toothpaste, hastily spitting into the sink. Everything depends on this. Harry - Harry Styles - has texted him! Louis can’t mess this up. He has to be perfect. He has to have great shoe store recommendations. He feels giddy. This is it! A turn in their friendship! The toothpaste-y grin firmly on his face, he picks up his phone again just as another message comes through.

Harry LOML Styles: Sorry, wrong person

Oh.

Or, Louis's flirts look an awful lot like insults.

The Space Between by @lads-laddylads

Harry Styles is the alpha rockstar who can’t sleep and doesn’t know why.

Louis Tomlinson is the omega PhD student who helps him figure it out.

#fic rec

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La Fin Des Temps Chapter 16 (Elu Hogwarts AU)

Vendredi 19:25 - “C’est la fin des temps!”

Vendredi 15:30

srodulv: meet me in hogsmeade at 17h

When Eliott had told him to meet in Hogsmeade he thought, sure, this makes sense for a surprise date, but when he got there and Eliott just told him to hold onto his arm before apparating off school grounds he knew that he was in for quite the night.

It had taken a few stops, but they ended up in Paris, lights of Lucas’ favorite city in the world flashing around them. The moment their feet had touched the ground Lucas had looked to Eliott with nothing put pure love in his eyes. “This was your surprise?”

Eliott had nodded, clearly satisfied with himself.

“You were right,” Lucas had conceded, “I do love it.”

Eliott had grinned victoriously, pulling Lucas into a kiss right there in the middle of the street. Lucas wasn’t normally one for this type of PDA, but when Eliott had kissed him there, he hadn’t wanted to be anywhere else.

“Where to?” Lucas had inquired, and Eliott had just raised one eyebrow in response, smiling refusing to dull.

“You’ll see,” he’d said, and pulled Lucas along behind him.

Lucas’ cheeks hurt from smiling so much. They’d gone all over the city exploring places Lucas had never even been before. Lucas had almost gotten into a fight with a pigeon after it had come far too close to pooping right on his head. Eliott had laughed at that, far more than Lucas appreciated, but agreed to flip off the offending birds with him.

Eliott seemed like an entirely new person in his home city, alight with his usual life, but there was something more to it. It was intoxicating. Lucas would glimpse Eliott out of the side of his eye every once and a while and be utterly lovestruck by the smile that never left his face. They rode the metro together, sat at the bus station, did such mundane normal things that just weren’t possibly inside the world that was Hogwarts, and it was exhilarating. Even going to the Eiffel Tower didn’t seem touristy and cliché, it seemed special and romantic, lights twinkling just for them.

They couldn’t stop taking photos of each other either, wanting to document every minute of this perfect night between just the two of them. They even stopped somewhere to get a few photos taken together, such a cheesy coupley thing that Lucas would have been embarrassed to do if Eliott hadn’t been so enthusiastic about it. About everything. When Lucas made him try on nearly twenty leather jackets they’d never be able to afford, he did it willingly, giving his best ‘model face’, causing Lucas to double over laughing.

As revenge, Eliott made Lucas pose on a motorcycle they found and try not to get caught. In the end, the did get caught, but running away from the angry motorcycle owner was an adventure itself.

When they finally sat down to dinner in a restaurant that should have been far out of either of their price ranges, Lucas couldn’t help but stare lovingly at Eliott as he perused the menu with great focus.

“I love you,” he said, because he could.

Eliott’s eyes crinkled in their telltale fashion, giving way to a smile brighter than the dim room should have allowed. “I love you too.”

“So, monsieur,” Lucas said in the fanciest voice he could muster, “What delicacies are you going to try?”

Eliott tapped his chin, lifting it haughtily. “So many options… I say we order it all.”

Lucas giggled into his menu, trying very hard not to earn glares from the much more sophisticated diners. “If only,” he lamented, but Eliott simply leveled him with a stare.

“I’m serious. Let’s get it all.”

“Eliott we can’t,” Lucas said in a hushed laugh. The waiter was hovering nearby, likely wondering what the two of them were even doing in a place like that. Eliott rolled his eyes and Lucas wondered if he was actually upset Lucas had denied his request. There was no way they could have paid for it, especially since Lucas only had wizard currency in his pockets, not expecting the night to have turned out this way.

“Anything to drink?” the waiter asked, materializing at their side. Lucas was too busy searching Eliott’s face to answer, so Eliott took the lead and ordered a bottle of what was sure to be heart stoppingly expensive champagne.

“You’re not eighteen,” Lucas hissed when the waiter left, “How did he let you order that?”

Eliott merely raised his eyebrows. “You forget we’re wizards, Choupi.”

“But we can’t-- oh, right, I always forget you’re of able to use magic outside of school,” Lucas confessed.

“I’m full of surprises.” Eliott wiggled his eyebrows, jovial nature coming back in full force.

Lucas reached out to hold his hand on top of the table, smile splitting across his face. “And I love every one of them.”

Eliott pulled his hand away quickly as if he’d been burned, face faltering before lifting back into a wide smile. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he said so softly Lucas wasn’t sure he was meant to hear.

“What does that even--” Lucas began before being cut off by the waiter returning with their champagne. He poured them both a glass before leaving the bottle with them, promising to return once they’d decided what to order, and Eliott raised his glass the moment he left.

“To us,” he said, “To the man of my dreams.”

Lucas forgot everything else on his mind in that moment. “I’m the man of your dreams?”

“Well, who else would I be talking to?” Eliott laughed, clinking their glasses together and downing his drink in one long sip. Lucas tried to do the same, but couldn’t quite keep up.

“Easy there,” he joked as Eliott poured another glass.

Eliott’s eyes hardened. “I didn’t bring you here to parent me.”

“Woah, chill, I was just kidding.” Lucas was taken aback once again. Maybe Eliott was just hungry, sometimes Lucas got weirdly irritable when he was hungry, and they’d done a lot without taking a break to eat since they’d been in Paris.

Eliott looked guilty, softening once more. “Sorry, I was too.”

“Ok.” Lucas accepted the explanation without argument, turning his attention back to the menu so they could order soon. Hangry Eliott was new, but Lucas could deal for the time being, especially because Eliott would definitely have to deal with hangry Lucas in the future. Even so, Lucas didn’t say much as they waited to order, letting Eliott go first when the waiter returned. He didn’t worry about all the things that Eliott was ordering, wondering if maybe he’d been saving up money for the meal or something.

When all their food arrived Lucas’ eyes widened as he took in the smell. This might be the most delicious meal he’d ever seen in his life. Eliott dug right in, smiling at Lucas between bites, and Lucas followed suit, nearly moaning as the food reached his tongue.

“That good, huh?” Eliott laughed. Lucas blushed, avoiding answering by taking another bite. It was just as good-- no, better-- than the last. Eliott laughed again. “You look like you’re about to have an orgasm.”

Lucas dropped his fork with a clang and reached over to hit Eliott lightly on the shoulder. “Dude! Don’t say that so loud!” But he couldn’t help but dissolve into giggles as well. The waiter returned with another bottle of champagne, frowning at them disdainfully. Lucas hadn’t even realized they’d finished the other one.

He began to shake his head at the offer, but Eliott accepted it gracefully with one of his winning smiles. Even their waiter couldn’t resist the sight of it, and warmed to them slightly.

“Eliott,” Lucas said slowly as the waiter walked away, “I should have said something before but… I don’t have any money with me.”

“So?”

“So… I can’t pay for this.”

Eliott laughed. “Ok? I was going to treat you anyway.”

Eliott was still laughing but Lucas shook his head. “No, Eliott, that’s way too much money… I can’t expect that from you.”

Eliott stopped laughing and sighed, wrapping his hands around Lucas’ across the table. “I’ll tell you what, I take this one, you take all the others for the rest of the year?” He laughed again. “Deal?”

“Ok, deal.” Lucas squeezed Eliott’s hands before letting them go. “In that case… what’s for dessert?”

“That’s another surprise,” Eliott said mysteriously, raising his eyebrows. Lucas didn’t push the topic further, barely able to contain his excitement for what Eliott might have in store for them next.

After Eliott paid the bill, which he refused to let Lucas look at, they departed from the restaurant at once, taking in the darkness of the sky as they roamed the streets. The sun must have set while they ate. No matter, Lucas would have plenty of sunsets to enjoy with Eliott as long as they were together. Forever, if Lucas could swing it.

He had a sudden image of the two of them sitting on the bridge above the seine, legs dangling from the edge, hands intertwined, watching the sunset on the water. Maybe they could do that this summer. The thought was exciting, he’d almost forgotten they’d be in the same city for the holidays. It sure beat hanging out alone at home while Manon visited Charles back in London.

Eliott could take him to the Louvre, and they could laugh at all the tourists or pretend to be tourists themselves. Lucas would tell Eliott that his art belonged up there instead of stuffy old Leonardo da Vinci’s and Eliott would take offense on behalf of one of the most famous artists of all time, though he would appreciate what Lucas had said. Maybe that was what Lucas and Eliott number two thousand twenty-seven were doing right at that moment. Lucas decided he would add this to his story of parallel universes later.

“Where to next?” Lucas asked, running his thumb in circles on Eliott’s palm where it was clasped in his. He was well aware he was looking at Eliott with the dopiest expression ever, but Eliott was equally dopey, just a bit more energetic about it.

“It’s a surprise,” Eliott sang, giggling through it. He tugged Lucas along by the hand turning their leisure walk into a jog, stepping in time with one another without trying. Running while holding hands was actually kind of difficult, but they made it work, ignoring stares from people passing by who had no idea what it was to be young and in love and alive.

They stopped in front of the Plaza Athénée, Lucas bracing himself on his knees to catch his breath. Eliott let go of his hand strolling towards the building. Lucas hurried to catch up. “Eliott, what are you doing? You know where we are, right?”

“Yes?” Eliott gave him a look of confusion, like he had no idea why Lucas was mildly stressed.

“Eliott we can’t pay for this,” he pressed, but Eliott just ignored him, beelining for the concierge’s desk.

“I called with a reservation yesterday, it should be under Demaury,” Eliott said politely, already winning the concierge over with his smile. She checked her computer, tapping a few keys before looking back up at him, then at Lucas.

“You wanted to reserve one of the deluxe suites?” she clarified, looking a bit more hesitant. Before Lucas could say anything to argue, Eliott nodded. “That’s right.”

She blinked once at him before returning to her computer, finding their room. Eliott slung an arm over Lucas’ tense shoulders. “It’s our five year wedding anniversary today,” Eliott told the concierge, and Lucas turned his head to look at Eliott in confusion so fast he almost got whiplash.

“Is that so?” she asked politely.

“It is.” He gestured between the two of them. “I know we look a bit young… it’s so embarrassing, everyone always thinks we’re in high school, but we graduated from uni nearly six years ago.” He spoke with such sincerity that Lucas almost found himself believing the story, and he could tell the concierge did as well.

“Everyone wishes they still looked that young, you two are lucky,” she said with a wink, handing Eliott back a credit card Lucas hadn’t seen him give her. “I hope you’ll enjoy your night here. Please, take advantage of our spa as well, it’s free for all guests to use.”

Eliott took the room keys from the counter and smiled at her. “I daresay we will. Have a lovely night yourself.”

The suite was, for lack of a better term, fucking exquisite. There were multiple rooms and everything in there looked so expensive Lucas even scared to touch it. It was absolutely perfect, but absolutely unnecessary. “Eliott…” He didn’t even know what to say.

Eliott read his mind. “Don’t say anything. Just live in the moment, forget about everything that’s worrying you. Tonight it’s just you and me and this beautiful suite, which we have all to ourselves. Tonight we can pretend we’re Lucas number six thousand forty and Eliott number eight hundred fifty-five. Tonight we’re invincible.”

Lucas was so in love, so very in love. This was why, despite his better judgement, he matched Eliott’s smile to the best of his ability. Invincible. That sounded nice.

“What about that dessert you promised me?” he asked innocently, noting the way Eliott’s eyes traveled along the lines of his body. Eliott didn’t answer, but gave Lucas a half smirk so intoxicating it really should have been illegal.

He stepped up to meet Eliott, chest to chest underneath an outrageous crystal chandelier. It looked a bit like a starry sky, manufactured solely for the two of them. “Forget dessert,” he decided, “This is perfect. Just you and me and the stars,” he said softer than he’d meant to, running a hand up under Eliott’s shirt, feeling the warm skin beneath.

“It was always a dream of mine to fall in love under the stars,” Eliott repeated what he’d said all those weeks ago, pulling off his shirt in one swift motion, Lucas replicating the action without a second thought. Lucas wrapped his hands around Eliott’s chest and onto his back immediately, breathing him in, placing a kiss on his collarbone.

“And is it still a dream?” Lucas asked as Eliott lifted him by his thighs and wrapped them around his waist, kissing Lucas softly just below his jaw.

Eliott started walking them to the bedroom, eyes alight with arousal. “You made it a reality,” he said, then dropped Lucas onto the bed, hovering over him a moment before Lucas gripped him by the back of the neck and pulled him close, never wanting to let go.

Samedi 1:11

Lucas was pulled from sleep by the tickle of Eliott’s mouth on his cheek, eyelashes brushing his temple. “Everything ok?” he mumbled sleepily, not opening his eyes yet.

“Mmmm,” Eliott hummed in response, nose brushing Lucas’. Lucas finally opened his eyes and saw Eliott’s staring right at him. This was how he wanted to wake up every morning for the rest of his life.

Once he got his bearings, fully awake, Lucas realized Eliott’s eyes were tinged with something that looked a bit like sadness, or maybe not sadness exactly, but there was a nostalgic glaze to them. “What’s up?” he tried again.

Eliott was silent a moment, brushing hair out of Lucas’ eyes, gazing into them like he was worried he would forget what they looked like if he glanced away even for a moment. “One day we’ll forget each other, you know? We’ll forget the nights like these and maybe even forget that we ever loved each other at all.” He finally looked away, adding in a softer tone, “And that’s why.”

“Why what?”

Eliott blinked back up at him. “That’s why we should go out with a bang right now, while we can still remember the taste of each other.”

Lucas stilled, not daring to look away. “Stop saying things like that,” he said with a quaver in his voice. What the hell was Eliott saying?

Eliott merely laughed. Lucas put Eliott’s face into his hands, steeling his voice before he spoke. “Eliott I’m serious. Why are you so certain we won’t last, or that the only way to be together is to die together?”

“Because I know that you’ll stop loving me. It’s not a matter of if, but when. I guess I’d rather be gone before we get to when,” Eliott said simply. Lucas tore his hands away, turning over to face the other side of the bed so Eliott wouldn’t see him cry.

“Hey.” Eliott patted the back of his head. “Hey. Lucas.”

Lucas didn’t answer, didn’t trust himself to. A single tear leaked down from his left eye and he brushed it away hastily, trying to make it look like he was just adjusting his sleeping position.

Eliott’s head appeared above him, and it took all of his willpower not to look up into Eliott’s eyes and get lost in them. “Lucas, I’m joking.”

“But why would you even say something like that? I told you that you’re my forever, at least I’d like you to be, but you still don’t believe me.” Was he sounding whiny? Did he even care at this moment? He was sick of Eliott doubting something he was sure of.

“Lucas,” Eliott said in a softer voice, “I’m sorry. I was joking.”

Lucas looked at him finally and was a bit taken aback by the grin on Eliott’s face. His tone had been earnest, but his face told a different story. It was almost like he just couldn’t keep a smile off his face, even though he was trying. “I’m sorry,” he said again, flopping back down on his side of the bed. Lucas turned back around to face him, but Eliott was laying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Go back to sleep, I’ll try not to disturb you anymore,” Eliott said. Lucas reached for his hand, squeezed it tight, and closed his eyes, deciding that this whole conversation must have just been a dream or something. Maybe his brain was still a little blurry from all the champagne.

Samedi 3:02

Lucas I’m hungry.

Eliott, we ate so much food. How could you ever be hungry again after all that food.

Nope. I’m hungry. I want pain au chocolat, don’t you? You never got that dessert I promised.

Tomorrow. Come lie back down with me.

No, can’t do that.

Why not?

What if the world ends tomorrow? This might be our last chance to eat pain au chocolat.

Mmm. I’ll take my chances.

Or… maybe we’ll live forever. Maybe we shine so bright because we’re the stars personified. Maybe we’re gods wearing human skin. What am I the god of, do you think? I think you’re the god of the ocean. I mean, look at those eyes of yours. I could drown in them any day. I can drown in them any day, actually. Because you love me. Ha. You love me. What a fool you are. Don’t you know I’m broken beyond repair?

Eliott… is this a dream? Am I asleep?

Is anyone ever asleep?

Wha… what?

Maybe at our wedding everyone will be asleep the whole time. Or maybe we’ll be asleep. Ha! Bet that’s never been done before, an unconscious wedding. Not totally sure of the logistics, but we can work it out later.

Our wedding?

What, you don’t think we’re getting married? We’re definitely getting married. Right here in this room, actually. We’ll invite everyone in the entire wizarding world, livestream the whole thing on Instagram. Wait, no, can’t do that anymore. We’ll get married right here on this bed and we’ll be completely naked. Everyone will be, actually, like in the garden of Eden. Do wizards believe in the same God as muggles, I wonder? There should be some overlap, I suppose, but this brings me back to my earlier point. If God can make miracles happen, and wizards can too, doesn’t that make us gods? Or is that sacrilege? Whatever, I don’t care. Lucas?

Mmmmmm…

Lucas? You awake?

Eli…

Just as well. Get some beauty sleep, mon amour, c’est la fin de temps.

Wha…

C’est la fin de temps!

Samedi 3:26

The next time Lucas woke up, it wasn’t because of a gentle kiss or a soft murmur. Something crunched under him as he shifted, lifting his head blearily. “What the--”

There were papers strewn all over the bed, torn from a pad of paper provided by the hotel. Eliott was nowhere to be found, which snapped Lucas to attention immediately. Relax, he told himself, He’s probably just in the bathroom.

He turned on the lamp beside the bed to get a better look at the mess on the bed, blinking his eyes a few times to adjust to the new light. Grabbing the sheet of paper closest to him, he studied it a moment. It was simple enough, just a sketch of a hedgehog under the covers, thought bubble next to his head with a raccoon inside it. Lucas smiled, despite himself. Maybe this was part of Eliott’s surprise, he’d made drawings for Lucas to wake up to earlier in the night or something.

When he grabbed the next one, his brows furrowed slightly. There was a raccoon standing in the middle of the street, smiling jubilantly, but no hedgehog in sight. Was this supposed to be some sort of scavenger hunt or something? Eliott wasn’t outside now, was he?

With more urgency, Lucas grabbed a handful of drawings, flipping through them as quickly as he could. A raccoon at the top of the astronomy tower, a hedgehog lying in a field of flowers with a raccoon taking a photo, a raccoon covered in what Lucas assumed was paint wearing a panicked expression, an animal Lucas didn’t recognize talking to a raccoon who was hidden in a box inside himself. When Lucas got to the last piece of paper in his hands, his heart stopped. There were no drawings on it, just words written-- no, scribbled-- onto the paper. C’est la fin des temps. Why did that sound so familiar? Why was Eliott writing about the end of time?

Something clicked in his brain. A conversation that had felt like a dream. Had it actually happened? Eliott hadn’t been making any sense at all, which was why he’d decided it must have been a dream. Eliott had been talking about gods, and getting married and how it was indeed la fin des temps.

Fuck. Something was seriously wrong. Where the hell was Eliott? Lucas scooped up his clothes from where they laid in a pile on the floor, tugging them on in a hurry. Heart sinking further, he realized Eliott’s clothes were still there as well. Did that mean Eliott was still in the suite? It was eerily quiet. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He checked every room in the suite twice, three times, really beginning to panic. Only taking the time to grab his phone and Eliott’s clothes, he ran out of the room, not even sure if he’d closed the door behind him or not. The elevators were slow, why were they so fucking slow? His wand felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket, unusable. Why the fuck did he have to be seventeen to use magic outside of school? Not that magic would help much right now, but maybe his patronus could provide a bit of comfort. Maybe his hedgehog could find Eliott’s raccoon.

The elevator finally opened up to the lobby, and Lucas took off at a run once more, sparing a glance at the concierge, the same one as earlier. He backtracked, rushing to her desk. She seemed to know exactly what he was going to ask.

“When?”

“About ten minutes ago.”

“Fuck!” He slammed his hand on the desk and she startled. “Fuck,” he said, softer this time, “I’m so sorry… I just… did he say where he was going?”

She shook her head, eyes still wide and worried. She gulped, gaze flickering to her desk before meeting his once again. He could only imagine how he looked. “I should let you know, I called the police.”

“You what?” Maybe he’d misheard her.

“He ran outside naked, yelling about how it was the end of time, laughing like he didn’t have a care in the world. I don’t think he, or those around him, are safe right now.” Her voice was cold, collected, no matter what her eyes said. Lucas opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say. Instead, he ran out into the night, the night that had been so welcoming, so perfect, just hours earlier.

Samedi 3:55

He didn’t know how long he’d been running, where he was even running to. Eliott was still nowhere to be found. He’d called Eliott’s phone nearly thirty times, sent to voicemail every single time. He didn’t have a way to contact Eliott’s parents, which seemed crazy now that he thought about it. Sure, he couldn’t have anticipated anything like this happening, whatever this was, but he should have had some way to contact Eliott’s parents and get their help.

He sank to his knees where he stood on the sidewalk, all the thoughts in his head becoming too overwhelming. What if something had happened to Eliott? He could be dead for all Lucas knew. C’est la fin des temps. C’est la fin des temps. Had he meant the end of all time or just his? Was he at risk of hurting himself? Lucas would never forgive himself if something had happened and he was too stupid and lovesick to read the signs.

His phone buzzed in his hand, and he brought it to his ear immediately, not even checking to see who was calling.

“Is this Lucas?” said a voice he didn’t recognize. Lucas glanced down at the caller ID, seeing a number he didn’t recognize, but knew that it was Parisian.

“Yes,” he answered, or at least he thought he did. He wasn’t sure if any of this was even happening, hoped and prayed that it wasn’t and he was still sleeping soundly in bed beside Eliott.

“Oh, thank god. Where are you?” The person breathed out a sigh of relief.

Lucas swallowed once. “I’m sorry, who is this?”

“Shit, sorry. It’s Idriss. Imane’s brother.” Idriss. Yeah, he knew Idriss. Why was Idriss calling him? Wasn’t he supposed to be visiting Imane right now? “Lucas, you still there?” Idriss asked.

Lucas nodded before realizing Idriss couldn’t see him, trying to verbalize to the best of his ability. “Yes. I’m here. Sorry, but I don’t have time to talk right now--” he broke down into ragged sobs. “--I don’t-- I don’t know what’s happening-- I don’t know what to do-- he’s gone--”

“Lucas, Lucas, slow down, breathe,” Idriss said, voice soothing and slow. Lucas tried to follow Idriss’ instructions as he spoke them through the phone, steadying his breathing to a point where get could speak in full sentences.

“Better?” Idriss asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” A pause. “Eliott’s with us, Lucas.”

Lucas’ pulse spiked again. That shouldn’t have been possible. They were at Hogwarts. Eliott wouldn’t just abandon Lucas in Paris. He’d promised never to leave without telling Lucas where he was going. “I-- what?”

“He’s at Hogwarts, with us. He’s safe, in the hospital wing.”

“Fuck!” Lucas yelled, nearly at the top of his lungs, he could feel himself starting to panic again. Eliott had brought him to Paris through side-along apparition, how was he supposed to get back?

Eliott had abandoned him.

“Hey, hey, Lucas, it’s ok. Just tell us where you are. Sofiane is seventeen, passed his apparition test, he can come get you.” Idriss spoke like he was trying to make sure Lucas wasn’t going to have a nervous breakdown which, at this point, seemed likely.

Lucas pressed his forehead to the concrete, not even realizing that he’d somehow ended up lying on the ground completely. “I don’t know where I am.”

Idriss, thankfully, had a solution to that too. “Send your location to this phone, I’ll let Sofiane borrow it to come find you, ok? Just stay where you are, and breathe. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes.” Lucas wasn’t sure if he was lying or not. Idriss assured him that everything would be ok, though he didn’t feel inclined to agree. Regardless, he thanked Idriss and said goodbye, sending his location as instructed and waited for someone to save him.

Samedi 4:10

“Lucas? Can you stand up for me?”

A shadow loomed over Lucas from where he still laid on the ground, frozen and numb. This must be Sofiane. Lucas tried to move his legs, arms, anything, but he couldn’t. It was like everything inside him had shut down.

Weakly, he shook his head, not knowing if Sofiane could even see the motion or not. A hand slipped under his shoulder, another under his leg and he flinched slightly before he realized Sofiane was picking him up off the ground. The action brought him back into himself enough to figure out how to move his body again, swinging his legs from Sofiane’s grip to stand on his own. They nearly gave way beneath him, but Sofiane held onto his hands for support.

“You’re ok. Everything will be ok,” Sofiane said with such sincerity that Lucas really wanted to believe him. He finally found the strength to look at Sofiane’s face and woah. Given different circumstances, he definitely would have taken the time to appreciate Sofiane, who was the second most beautiful person Lucas had ever seen.

“I’m going to apparate with you now. All you have to do is hold onto me,” Sofiane explained, but Lucas shook his head.

“I have to go back to the hotel… I don’t know if Eliott paid… We might still have some things there, I don’t know.”

Sofiane leveled him with a stare. “It can wait. Idriss or I can go sort it out in the morning. Ok?”

Lucas gave in, too weak to argue. “Ok.”

Sofiane’s apparition was so smooth Lucas hardly registered that it was happening. He let his mind go completely blank as they moved from place to place before resting upon the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade.

Neither one of them said a word as they made their way up to the castle. Lucas had a million questions he wanted to ask, but didn’t know where to start. Sofiane seemed to be on a similar wavelength, so the walked on in silence.

Manon was waiting at the door when they walked in, Imane a few paces away with someone that Lucas assumed was Idriss. She folded him into a hug the moment she saw him, tears staining her cheeks. “Lucas, we were so worried. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” he sobbed, wrapping his arms around her so tightly he was worried he might hurt her. He loosened his grip a bit, but she just tightened hers in response. When she let go he turned to Idriss. “He’s in the hospital wing?”

Idriss nodded. “Yeah, but Lucas, I don’t know if you should--”

He ignored Idriss, brushing past them all and storming down the hall, not caring if any of the teachers or ghosts caught him out at this hour. He wondered vaguely if Eliott had gotten in trouble with the school, wondered vaguely if he’d been expelled from Beauxbatons for a similar reason.

A girl Lucas didn’t recognize exited the hospital wing as Lucas approached, short hair ruffling as she walked. He nearly brushed right past her until he realized she was trying to approach him, holding out a hand to his chest. “Not now,” she said, gesturing to the door.

Who the hell was she to tell him what to do? “Why?”

“It’s not good for him right now.”

He rolled his eyes. “And who are you to say?”

“I’m Lucille,” she said, eyes turning sad, “He hasn’t talked about me?”

“Once,” he said, examining the girl further now that he knew who she was. Why did she think she had any authority over Eliott? “I suppose you know what’s going on then?”

He knew he was being rude, but he really didn’t give a shit. Lucille dropped one hand from his chest, looking taken aback. “He hasn’t told you, has he?”

“Told me what?” This was getting infuriating.

“He’s bipolar, Lucas.”

He blinked in surprise and took a step back. So many things made more sense now. How he’d reacted when Lucas had talked about his mentally ill mother, the times he’d insisted he would ruin things between them, how he never seemed to believe that he wasn’t broken. Coming back into himself, he stared right into Lucille’s eyes. “Ok. I don’t know why that means I can’t see him.”

Her face softened. “He’s manic right now, Lucas. He shouldn’t be seeing anyone, he needs time to come down.”

“No,” Lucas argued, “I should be there for him, let him know I’ll always be there. I-- I love him. If I’m there, maybe he’ll believe me.”

The look Lucille gave him was almost pitying. “Lucas… I’m sure you do love him, and I’m sure he has feelings for you, but sometimes his judgement can be a bit clouded, like it is now. Things he’s said or done for you might be his illness talking, not him.”

Was she trying to say that Eliott didn’t actually love him? “Did Eliott tell you that?”

Eliott abandoned you, a voice screamed in his mind.

“No, but I’ve known him long enough to know that this is how it goes. Didn’t he tell you why he was expelled?”

He shook his head faintly, feeling sick. Eliott didn’t love him. If he did, he would have felt like he could trust Lucas with this part of him. The fact that he hadn’t said anything confirmed everything Eliott had been telling him all night: that this was never going to last.

Lucas took a step back, Lucille’s other hand slipping from his chest. He shook his head, trying to make it all make sense. Before Lucille could say another word, Lucas turned around and stormed away, not looking back once. When he passed Idriss, Manon, Sofiane, and Imane, he didn’t acknowledge them, taking the stairs two at a time. He didn’t know what to think.

Eliott had been right after all, it was the end of time, but not for the world.

For them.

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randomminer · 5 years

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HPHM MC X Preferred Ship Questions

Sorry this got a little long in places.

1) Who is your MC preferred significate other?

-Charlie Weasley [[MORE]]

2) When did they start developing feelings for each other?

-sloooowly

-Svari is aro/demi and the typical depictions of romance really make her uncomfortable

-Charlie is aro/ace and while he doesn't usually experience sexual or romantic urges, he does still feel strong connections with companions, in particular Svari

-Svari was the first to realize she may be drawn to Charlie in a way that's "more than friends", but where as many would become a blushing mess upon experiencing a first crush, Svari was terrified

-she didn't know what to do with these emotions and urges that just fell in her lap

-the only people she confided in were her Aunt Minerva, Penny, and Rowan

-at best, she was clumsy with her "flirting", much to her friends' amusement

-to make it worse, Charlie was completely oblivious to her attempts

-she tried shifting her affections to others, Barnaby Lee and Talbot Winger being examples, but her heart always seemed to pull her back to Charlie

-while Svari never lacked confidence in her skills and appearance, she didn't see herself as a worthy match for this young man she had become drawn to

-she had resolved herself to keeping her feelings secret and just being happy for Charlie with whoever he fell for and made him happy

-she tried to convince herself that that would be enough

3) Who confessed their feelings and where did it happen?

-Svari didn't actually voice her feelings to Charlie until well after Hogwarts

-it happened at the Burrow, at a small farewell party for Charlie, a few days before he would actually leave for Romania

-the two were sitting by themselves in the garden and Charlie was excitedly yammering on about dragons and his dream job, talking about a mile a minute

-Svari listened with a strained smile, feeling a bitter sweet ache building in her heart

-Charlie would be leaving and with every sentence, Svari could feel her resolve crumbling away

-midway through one of Charlie's rants, the dam finally burst and Svari basically regurgitated years of suppressed feelings into two minutes, a silent Charlie wide eyed and blindsided

-after much embarrassment, reassuring, and talk, the two decided to give it a shot and see where things would go

4) How long had they had those feelings?

-while Svari had been grappling with her feelings for years, Charlie just kinda stumbled into it and thought "eh, what the hell, could be fun"

-the relationship would be slow, mostly long distance, and little more than hand holding and cuddling when in person, but both were content with that

-Charlie would set his boundaries and Svari would respect them. If either wanted to try something more, it was always with consent from the other

5) Where was their first date to and how did it go?

-neither was very keen on the idea of flowers, chocolate, and dancing under the stars

-they just did what they would do as friends...only now they were more than that

-in this case, they were packing the last of Charlie's things and had lunch

-Svari felt the need to give Charlie a gift to take with him to Romania

-after their "date" she handed him woven leather bracelet similar to her own, but with a poorly made dragon picture burned into the side

-he'd laughed, but was touched

6) What was the most awkward moment they have shared?

-definitely the first kiss

-it was the first Christmas holiday that Charlie had been back since going to the sanctuary

-the remaining Weasley family members and some wizarding neighbors were gathered at a magical pub for a neighborhood Christmas Eve party

-and cheesey as it sounds, Charlie and Svari got caught under the magic mistletoe that had been floating around looking for victims

-Charlie had noticed it first and silently gestured at it with his head

-Svari didn't know where to look, what to do with her hands, was stumbling over her words

- their relationship was still so new, she didn't want to make Charlie uncomfortable, and at the same time was overwhelmed herself

-so imagine her complete surprise when he was the one to gently pull her in by the collar of her jacket, plant a quick but loving smooch on her lips, smile, then got back to the party like nothing had happened

7) When did the curse gang found out about them?

-Svari had talked about her feelings before with her Aunt Minerva, Penny, and Rowan

-Bill has eyes, has been around them all through Hogwarts, and isn't an idiot

-everyone else either found out at Charlie's farewell party or through gossip

8) Do they follow the same career path after Hogwarts or follow different choices?

-Charlie, of course, went to Romania and worked at the dragon sanctuary

-Svari, due to her half-breed status, found it hard to hold a job and mostly stuck around the UK

-she did become part of a group who aid and rehabilitate half breeds and turned humans (it was through this group that Svari met and befriended Remus Lupin) her volunteer work kept her busy and happy

-up until after the Second Wizarding War, they mostly kept in contact via owls, fireplaces, and holidays

-while they would have liked to be closer and seen each other more, each had their own calling.

9) What song(s) describes their relationship with one another?

-"Another Night on Mars" by The Maine

-"You're My Best Friend" by Queen

-"Head over Feet" by Alanis Morissette

10) Do they have any inside jokes with each other?

-the amount of times the two of them and Bill have snuck into the Prefect's Bathroom as a group has become something of a joke

-"going to the toilet, Charlie? Should I grab Bill? Just like old times?"

11) Have they worked together with finding the curse vaults or do they try to convince the other not to endanger themselves?

- To Svari, there isn't a Hogwarts story worth telling that doesn't begin with the words "Charlie and I"

- finding the vaults is no exception

12) When did they have their first kiss?

-see #6

13) Is either of them a member of the quidditch team? Do they root for their house or each other?

-at the current time in Hogwarts Mystery, Charlie is a seeker for Gryffindor and Svari is a beater for Ravenclaw

-they cheer for each other when they are up against other houses, but when it's Gryffindor vs. Ravenclaw, they know loser wears winner's house colors the next day and winner buys loser butterbeer

14) Do they participate in any of the same clubs or made any of their own?

-between the vaults, Quidditch, and school? I don't see them being part of clubs anyway

15) Are they reserve about sharing affection or open about it?

-neither has a problem with public displays of affection, but their's are pretty tame in comparison to most of their friends

16) Have they ever had a fight? Was it small or big? How did they solve it?

-any couple who says they'll never have a fight isn't going to last

-fights are hard, but they help a couple grow

-Svari and Charlie are no exception

-one of their larger ones happened while Svari was in the hospital

-while trying to help a couple of half-breed teens who were quickly becoming involved in some bad stuff, Svari had gotten caught up in a battle between aurors and dark wizards

-she managed to get the two teens to safety, but had been hit with several spells and almost died

-she was in St. Mungo's for three weeks

-Charlie had come as soon as he could, but was very angry at the risks she was taking

-going into a dangerous neighborhood, that was a known dark wizard gang's territory, at night, with no back up, to try and talk sense into a pair of teens who probably wouldn't change anyway, was one of the stupidest things she had done

-they had tried to keep a civil conversation, but it esscalated into a loud back and forth about the dangers of both their jobs and the strain it put on both of them

-at one point, Svari felt her "other" form beginning to surface and in frustration threw a small vase of flowers at the wall by Charlie and told him to leave, which he did

-they didn't talk for several weeks, but both were hurting

-after Svari was released from the hospital, but not back to work yet, the two teens came to her for advice and options.

-feeling a wave of relief that these kids were going to be ok, Svari decided to ride the good vibes and go fix things with Charlie

-when she got to the Romanian sanctuary, Charlie was being treated for minor dragon related injuries (at this point I'm thinking it was what would eventually become the shiny burn mark on his arm, as described in the GoF when he first met Harry)

-their reversed positions was a good ice breaker

-they sat outside and just talked for hours

-they agreed that while the worry will always be there, it wasn't right for them to hold the other from following their path

-they would need to be more careful, because they both had someone who would be hurt if something happened to them

-after everything was said, Svari pressed her forehead to Charlie's and told him she loved him for the first time

17) Do they get jealous easy? And if so, who?

You tell me.

-Since Charlie wasn't one for dating, Svari never really had to battle with feelings of jealousy (except maybe with dragons)

-Charlie, on the other hand, would be supportive, but withdrawn

-this wasn't territory he was used to and he may not have entirely understood why he felt upset when Svari was romantically involved with someone else

-he wasn't feeling so much "hey, I love you, and want to be with you forever and always, that should be me with you"

-it was more like when your best friend or a sibling suddenly starts giving all their attention to a girlfriend/boyfriend and you feel left out, betrayed, and conflicted

18) Do they sneak into each other’s dorms without being found?

-not usually, there are much cooler places to hang out in a magical school

19) Have they broken rules to have fun?

-they have snuck into the Forbidden Forest so much that I think the prefects have given up trying to stop them

-"whatever, just don't lose us any house points...and bring a jacket"

20) Who is the most protective between them?

-they are both very protective of each other

-if the situation called for it, either of them would fight like hell for the other

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goldenvindication · 5 years

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brannie’s first kiss

this was an effort from both kana and i, but i’m proud of it no less. // @pleasantprefects

Brighid found herself wandering outside after her encounter in the great hall with Walsh, and hadn't bothered to go back to the dorms or to the prefect's bath to get cleaned up after Ancient Runes. She scowled, wondering what exactly she was going to do with herself.... and Annie.

Annie put a jacket on and went outside, her hair beginning to stick to her face in the downpour. She sighed, pushing it back behind her ear. The rain was a good setting for her mood today -- especially thinking about the events of last night, everything she'd obviously done wrong -- dancing with Brighid, going in general, kissing Brighid's cheek... what had she been thinking? Hopefully she wouldn't come across any Slytherins, especially not Brighid's friends. If Brighid had told anyone about her actions, it would be so embarrassing. Finding herself at the lake, Annie looked around to see no one there... except Brighid's familiar form. Fuck. She turned around to leave, but stepped on a tree branch that split with a loud crack! Quite an entrance for someone who doesn't want to be seen. Startled, Brighid turned to quickly look for the snapping branch.

The last time a branch had snapped behind her--a flash of green-- "Annie." it was just... Annie. No one else. Nothing was going to happen. Not now. "What are you doing out in the rain? You'll catch a cold that way, you know."

She knows, she knows, she knows-

"N-no I won't. I'm fine, just... going for a walk." Annie's face flushed, matching the red color of her nose from the cold.

Brighid had to stop herself from narrowing her eyes in a glare. She didn't want to do that to Annie, even if it was clear she was lying. People didn't just go for walks in the freezing November rain for the hell of it. "Would you like to walk with me, then? I find that walks on the lakeside are... better with company, even if you don't want to talk."

Annie's stomach dropped. Brighid still wants to talk to her? After everything last night? Turning Brighid down if she was excusing all of that wasn't an option. "I- yes, of course." Annie took a few steps closer to Brighid, but not close enough to invade her personal space.

Sighing, and letting the water wash away the sand that was still left on her skin, Brighid glanced sideways at Annie. What was she thinking, right now?

"I am.... sorry," she said after a minute. "I should not have spoken the way I did to you last night. It was... terribly unoptimistic of me, and not very kind to speak to you in such a manner."

Annie looked at Brighid, stunned. "Are you really apologizing to me? After what I did? I invaded your personal space completely, just because I'm still shaken from everything that's been going on--" She swallowed hard. The man in the dark cloak, Fawley, the secret attic, all of that, some of her scariest memories had been when she was with Brighid. She squeezed her eyes shut. "-- that doesn't give me an excuse. Especially after what you told me."

"I hardly feel it was an invasion of space. After all, was I not the one who had asked you to dance?" Brighid shook her head softly. "But... no. I was thinking, I suppose.... and got some sense talked into me. Just because... I've never felt that way about anyone doesn't mean that I never will, I suppose. Maybe... I just need to figure that sort of shit out. You don't deserve to be snapped at out my my bitterness just because I'm not sure who I am."

"I didn't take it as snapping. You just seemed- very sure about your feelings, or lack of." She cocked her head. "I guess I was wrong about that."

"My grandmother has always said to act sure of myself, especially if I wasn't. It normally works out... but I suppose it doesn't always." She frowned. "I'm not terribly sure about any of those sorts of things. Not really.

"I don't think you have to be sure," Annie said softly. "I think that the way everyone learns about those things is figuring it out as they go." She laughed a little, pushing her wet hair away from where it had slipped out from behind her ear. "Not that I would know."

"That's true enough, yeah...." Brighid smiled softly, mimicking Annie's actions by brushing her own wet hair away from her face. "It just feels as it I'm doing some great injustice to whoever might fall for me, if I don't know whether or not I ever want... that sort of thing. Romance, dates, picnics on the lake shore... I can't see myself doing it, but maybe it's because I've never had the chance to."

"There is no harm in trying," Annie murmured. "There are definitely people out there... even here at Hogwarts. Unless you wanted to go for a muggle." Annie giggled a bit, trying to imagine pretty pureblood Brighid on a date with a muggle.

Brighid couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at Annie's comment, but ultimately smiled. "I would never, and you know that for a fact, Montfort. But... yes you're right. Not about the muggles, Merlin no, but about the other students." She looked away. "I don't go out of my way to hurt people though, contrary to popular rumor. It would be immensely shitty of me to go around dating people while having different expectations of where our relationship was going."

"I don't think you go out of your way to hurt people. You just... save your respect for people who you think deserve it. I think people have told you that they're afraid of you, and that can't be a good feeling. Even if you have friends who you love and care for, I'm sure it isn't easy being deemed as unapproachable and scary."

Annie bit her lip, choosing her next words carefully. "Communication is an important part of any relationship. If you communicate what you want, it's not your fault if the person you're with gets hurt.”

"It's easy though." She scoffed quietly. "It's easy to make yourself seem unapproachable and scary if you don't want people to bother you. It makes weeding out people who deserve respect, and those who don't. It's easier to.... be alone. I don't know." Looking up at the sky, Brighid watched the clouds, not caring if the raindrops fell into her eyes. If she started tearing up -- she wouldn't -- then no one would be able to tell. "Would you ever want to be in a relationship with someone if they didn't know what they wanted out of it?"

Annie's heart beat faster. She quirked an eyebrow at Brighid, stopping to look at her for a moment. Don't get your hopes up, Montfort. "It depends on the person." Her voice trembled. "Wh- why are you asking me?"

"Ah, sorry I've overstepped. You don't have to answer if you don't feel comfortable. It just seemed the conversation was headed that direction. You seem to know a lot about people not understanding who they are, so I thought you might have had some experiences, or at least an opinion." Brighid looked away from Annie, back up to the castle.

"I don't have any experiences..." Annie grabbed Brighid's hand, pulling her to meet Annie's gaze. She wouldn't be surprised if Brighid could hear her heart beating. Annie's stomach twisted in anticipation, but she ignored it as she moved closer to Brighid, hoping she wasn't reading the signs wrong. She couldn't be, not when Brighid was asking her. "But I don't know who I am either. I'm just... making it up as I go along." She looked into Brighid's eyes, wrapping her arms around her neck. "Just like you."

Feeling Annie's hand on hers, and the warmth her being exuded, gave Brighid life. Everything about her was enchanting, from the way she spoke, to the way she understood. She let Annie wrap her arms around her neck and shoulders, drawing them closer together, and Brighid closed her eyes for a moment, taking this in. The cards were in her hands, weren't they? What a dangerous hand it could be, if it went wrong... "If we're both just making it up as we go along, I think... I'd like to make it up as we go.... together." She leaned forward, closing the little space between them, and pressed her lips to Annie's.

Annie didn't kiss back for a moment, entirely shocked by how close they were, how perfect Brighid's lips felt on her own, but quickly came to her senses and kissed Brighid -- beautiful, smart, kind Brighid -- back, reveling in the feeling of holding her close. This is what she'd dreamed about for what felt like eons, getting to kiss the mysterious girl who didn't seem so much like a mystery anymore. Annie pulled away, pressing her forehead to Brighid's. "Making it up together sounds like a good plan," she whispered, leaning in to kiss her again.

Letting out a quiet sigh of relief against Annie's lips, Brighid rested her forehead against the Ravenclaw's. "I don't want to hurt you, you know that, right? I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm nervous about it--you can't tell anyone that I said that, by the way-- but I want to do the best I can, for you."

"I trust you, Brighid," Annie admitted, remembering their conversation from the night before. "Not to fully avoid hurting me, but to do the best you can to try. That's all I can ask for." She pressed a kiss to Brighid's nose, giggling a bit from pure adrenaline.

"I..." Brighid's voice caught in her throat. "I will... try. I'll try my best to avoid hurting you, and I'll do my best to... trust you, as best I can." She recoiled at the sudden kiss on her nose, thrown off slightly at the display of affection. "So, where does that leave us, Annie?"

"I- I don't know." Annie pulled back a bit. "You said you don't know if you want a relationship, and I'm ok with that. I told you, I'm ok with just figuring it out as we go along but -- if you find someone else you want to snog, could you maybe tell me first? I don't know, is that ridiculous?" She shook her head, chuckling. "I'm not sure I want a relationship yet either, but I know I like you and I liked that, what we just did, a lot."

"No, that seems fair. I don't imagine anyone else will come along-- Chow was sort of just a thing for a while because neither of us had anything else going on, you know?-- and people... don't exactly like me, as I'm sure you've noticed. I will though." Brighid wrapped her arms around Annie's waist. "I like that a lot, as well. If you think on it, and decide that is something you want though, let me know? I will offer the same courtesy to you, though I can guarantee with complete certainty that I'm an idiot when it comes to that sort of thing, so I might need a shove in the right direction."

"Chow?" Annie tried to hide the teasing smile forming on her face. "You snogged Chow? As in Gillian, yeah?" She suppressed the fit of giggles trying to erupt. "I'm sorry, I should have expected it, I just didn't expect her. Good on you, she's cute... scary cute, but cute."

"Did... you not know about that? I thought the whole bloody school knew about the two of us. Er... yeah. You don't have to worry about that or anything, we stopped snogging when her and her boyfriend decided to be exclusive." Brighid looked away awkwardly. "Most people would say the same thing about me though, you know? "Oh that Calhoun, she's a scary one, gotta watch out! But you know, she's cute..... in a scary cute way.”

“You are nowhere near as scary as Gillian Chow. Gillian Chow would never have even tried to help me with arithmancy homework. She would have scoffed and called me dumb. I mean, maybe not now, with, um,” She frowned, looking down at her feet. “But in fourth year she would have never spared me a second glance.”

"Not true. I know for a fact that she was familiar with you, at least in passing, last year, before all this started." Brighid thought for a moment, trying to remember what it was that made her think of that. "Oh ,she's going to give me such hell. She told me before we starting seeing each other that we'd break things off if we started seeing other people-- she mentioned you and I, specifically."

“You and I? She thought-“ Annie shook her head. “I hate that she was right. I wonder who she heard it from...” She pulled Brighid in for another kiss. The butterflies didn’t go away, even though Gillian somehow knew her old secret and Brighid didn’t want something serious. That really didn’t matter right now... and it was still raining. How perfectly romantic.

Brighid couldn't help the smile that fell across her lips as Annie kissed her in the rain. "Sometime, I don't think Gillian Chow hears anything. I think she just knows." Brighid pulled away for a second, shivering as the icy cold fingers of winter finally reached her through her wet cloak. "We should... head inside, I think." Brighid thought for a long moment. "Would it be okay, if I held your hand?"

Annie smiled. “I think I’d like that.” She held her hand out for Brighid. “Let’s go inside, you were right earlier, both of us could catch a chill.”

#anniewriting #look they're gay

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rosapeachhogwartsmystery · 6 years

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Meet the Family and the Dog (Hogwarts Mystery Imagine - fem!reader x Barnaby Lee)

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Request: Could I request a reader x Barnaby reader where the reader is a half-blood or something and has a dog (or another animal) and when Barnaby comes home with them one day he is ecstatic because he’s never gotten the chance to meet one. idk it was just an idea I had. Thanks! <3 :)

A/N: I thought this would be a good imagine to let MC introduce Barnaby to her family. The dog might seem to have a minor part in the story, but I hope you will enjoy it.

Y/M/N = Your mother’s name

Y/F/N = Your father’s name

Words: 2045

Pairing: fem!reader x Barnaby Lee

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Barnaby and you have been dating for almost three years. Your parents were dying to finally meet him. It wasn’t like Barnaby didn’t want to meet your parents, but you just were a little embarrassed. Besides, you were finally seventeen, which meant you were an adult in the Wizarding World. That meant your parents shouldn’t be too strict with you, right? Anyways, you have taken Barnaby over to your house. He was excited and a bit nervous to meet your parents, after all they were your parents! If he wanted to become more serious with you then he definitely needed to meet them. He had been thinking about the future with you and he thought about perhaps living with you after you two graduate from Hogwarts. You two had been talking a little about it, but no plans were made yet. It definitely depended on what you both wanted to do in the future. He knew he wanted to become a Magizoolist, but you didn’t know what you wanted yet. You thought about becoming a healer or perhaps a Curse-breaker, but you weren’t sure yet.

You held Barnaby’s hand when you walked over to the front door. “Are you sure you want to meet them?” You asked, feeling nervous. You hoped your parents would approve of him and you didn’t know what you would do if they didn’t. “Of course. Besides, it would a little late to go back now.” He said honestly. “That’s true.” You said, slightly squeezing his hand. “I guess we should just go inside then.” You said before you opened the front door. Your nerves definitely got worse when you got inside with Barnaby. You closed the door behind you and sighed. “I’m home!” You called, knowing you should tell them you have returned. Barking was heard. Barnaby tilted his head, looking at you. Before you could say something, you heard something running towards you.

A large black dog was barking a bit, welcoming you home. Barnaby blinked. You never told him you had a dog at home. You began petting the dog with a smile. “Well, hello Hercules. Did you miss me?” You said. The dog, Hercules barked again, like he replied to you. Hercules began sniffing Barnaby, being curious about the new guest. Of course, Barnaby wasn’t afraid and began petting Hercules. “That is a really nice dog.” He said with a smile. “I’m surprised he lets you pet him so easily. He usually has to get used to new people.” You said. “Then again, you are really good with creatures, so a dog should be no problem.” You said with a laugh. “You never told me you have a dog, I would have brought a treat or something if I knew.” He said. “Well, I don’t really talk much about home, do I? Except for talking about Jacob.” You said. Last year, Jacob was found and he was currently living with your parents.

A woman came into the hallway with a smile. Your mom definitely was excited to me your boyfriend, you could just see it. “You must be Barnaby Lee, right?” She asked when she walked over to Barnaby. He nodded. “Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N.” He said. Your mom simply gave him a hug and then she studied him for a moment. “Please, call me Y/M/N.” She said and then she looked at you. “You took so long, I thought you would have convinced him not to come.” She said, amused. You rolled your eyes. “Well, I might have considered it…” You joked. Your mother shook your head and then he looked at Barnaby. “Well, come on in. Y/N, you can lead him to the living room, right?” She said. “Of course.” You said and then you led him to the living room. Of course, Hercules followed you.

Your father was sitting in his usual chair, reading the Daily Prophet. He immediately put it down and stood up. He looked so serious when he walked over to Barnaby. “So, you are the boy that is dating my daughter…?” He asked. Barnaby wondered if your father already didn’t like him. “Yes, I am. I’m Barnaby Lee, nice to meet you, Mr. Y/L/N.” He said, holding out his hand to shake hands with your father. He suddenly broke out grinning and shook his hand. “So formal, but you have a firm handshake, I like that!” He said amused. You just shook your head in annoyance. Your father just was messing with your boyfriend. “Also, you can call me Y/F/N.” He said and then he pointed to the couch. “Please, take a seat.” He said. Barnaby and you sat down next to each other on the couch. You just hoped Barnaby didn’t think your parents were weird people. Your mom began asking if you two wanted tea. After that she sat down on a chair as well.

Jacob entered the room, still wearing his pajamas. Your mother frowned. “Jacob! Get dressed already. It’s almost noon!” Your mother scolded. You face palmed, wondering why this kind of things happened now. Jacob blinked and then he looked at you and Barnaby. “Oh, I thought you were joking that Y/N would bring Barnaby home.” He said with a smirk. He looked at you amused and you shot him a glare. “Well, the next time I’m downstairs, I promise I will be dressed.” He said with a chuckle, quickly getting out of the living room. Your whole family was just crazy, you were sure of it. You could blame your madness on them. You looked at Barnaby. He didn’t seem to be disturbed by anything he saw, so that was good. You sighed softly, wondering what kind of questions your parents would ask him.

Hercules began walking over to Barnaby, basically asking to be petted again. Barnaby just petted the dog and your dad was surprised. “My, Hercules never let new people pet him that easily. You must be really good with animals.” He said. “Oh, I’m good with handling pets and creatures.” Barnaby said. “His best subject is Care of Magical Creatures.” You said with a smile. “Interesting. It definitely wasn’t my best subject during my Hogwarts days. Everything was still very new back then.” He said. “Y/F/N is a Muggleborn.” Your mother explained. “That is probably one of the reasons why we have a dog in the house.” She said with a grin. “Hey, you like dogs as well, Y/M/N.” Your father said. “But yes, I wanted to have a dog in the house. My parents used to have a dog after all. It just feels right to have Hercules around. Besides, he is a pretty big dog and can scare unwanted visitors away.” He said with a grin.

“I think dogs are great pets. It’s a shame they don’t allow them at Hogwarts.” Barnaby said. “Yeah, I was disappointed in that as well. I did have an owl back at my Hogwarts days, but it definitely wasn’t the same as a dog.” Your father said. Your father seemed to like Barnaby. That was definitely a relief. You wanted your parents to get along with your boyfriend after all. It would make things so much better if they just approved of him, especially because you two were pretty serious about each other. You both matured over the year and you knew you could trust him. There was mutual trust, which was a sign of a healthy relationship, right? Being here with him was nerve wrecking, even though it was looking good so far.

“Is it true your father was a Death Eater?” Your father asked. Barnaby froze a little. He didn’t expect such a question. “Father…! You can’t just ask that.” You said, frowning a little. “I just want to get to know him and I want to know a little about his family, what is wrong with that?” Your father said. Barnaby looked at you and gave you a smile. “It’s all right.” He said and then he looked at your father. “It is true, my father was a Death Eater and he is currently in Azkaban.” He said. “I see…” Your father said. “Just one more question. Do you wish to follow the same path as your father and join You-Know-Who?” He asked. You gave your father a weird look. “Of course not.” Barnaby said. “I mean, I do not believe in the ideas You-Know-Who has. Even if my father would want me to, I won’t do it.” He said honestly. “All right, that is all I wanted to know.” Your father said.

“You are a good boy, Barnaby.” Your father said. “I’m sure you have taken good care of Y/N so far. She is definitely very fond of you.” He said. You blushed slightly. Barnaby was slightly amused when he glanced at you. He could tell you were embarrassed by the questions your father asked him. He didn’t mind it. He kind of expected your parents to ask some questions. He might not completely saw the question about his father coming, but he could manage it. He had been thinking about that question quite often. Did he want to turn out like his father or become someone else? He figured it out not too long ago. He might see some good qualities in his father, but he didn’t want to turn out completely the same. He wanted to be strong, so he would be able to face all kind of Magical Creatures as a Magizoolist.

Your mother also asked Barnaby questions. Mostly about his future. She could understand he wanted to become a Magizoolist. Barnaby was passionate about it, she could tell. Perhaps it would help you figure out what you wanted to do in the future as well. You only have one year left and then you would have to choose something. She knew you were still struggling with that, but at least you were trying to figure something out. You had many options with your N.E.W.T. results. You could become a Healer or an Auror. Perhaps a Curse-breaker, but perhaps it would be better to stay away from cursed things after the Cursed Vaults, your mother thought. She knew she couldn’t stop Jacob though.

After a long day you led Barnaby up to your room. You had convinced your parents to let Barnaby stay in your room when he would stay over. You couldn’t imagine what kind of things Jacob would do when Barnaby would have to share a room with your brother. The guestroom already was ruined by Jacob, who was experimenting with something. He was smart enough to not experiment in his own room, but you knew how pissed your parents were when they found out what Jacob did. Besides that, Jacob was your brother. He would definitely ask Barnaby all kind of things and tells him embarrassing stories or something. He would do everything to tease you. He wouldn’t go too far, but you would still end up being embarrassed.

“This is my room. As you can see, the bed is big enough for both of us.” You said with a grin. “Ah, you want to share your bed with me.” Barnaby said amused, only blushing slightly. “Of course, I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor. Besides, this is way more comfortable than sneaking into each other’s dormitory at Hogwarts, right?” You whispered the last part in his ear. “Well, if you didn’t come up with the idea I probably wouldn’t have thought of it. But, it is always so nice to sleep next to you.” He whispered back, grinning slightly. “The only thing that is hard is sneaking out. We are lucky Snape or another professor haven’t caught us yet.” He said honestly. “Well, I’m pretty sure no other student would snitch on us. I know some other couples that are doing the same things.” You said amused.

Suddenly Hercules walked into your room. Your father smirked slightly. “I thought you two would like the company of the dog, right?” He said. “Have a good night you two.” He said before he passed your room. You groaned, knowing why your father did that. You really were considering to move out as soon as you graduated.

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Fave Character: Hermione Granger House: Slytherin Fave location: Black Lake or Slytherin common room Fave spell: Legilimens Fave teacher: Professor Snape A person you don’t like: Ron Weasley Blood status: Pureblood Who is your love/BF: Jeon Jungkook Fave Animal: Fox Which HP characters are you shipping: Hermione and Draco

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1st year: You got the letter from Hogwarts 1 month ago and you were really excited. You were getting your things for Hogwarts in the Diagon Alley with your family when you meet a girl,” Hey I’m Y/N nice to meet you !” She looked fierce at you then she said to fast,” My name is Hermione and I’m a Muggle ! Do you want be one of my new friends ?” You laughed at her,” Well yes sure Hermione you seem very nice and eager.” She smiled,” Yes I always am and I love learning ! Do you know a lot about magic ?” You nodded,” Yes I’m a Pure-Blood and my whole Family works at the Ministry of Magic !” She was shocked,” Wow that’s cool I want to work there too when I graduate from Hogwarts.” The conversation lasts for about an 1 hour and she became your new best friend. At Hogwarts you were nervous but Hermione assured you that you two will get into Gyriffindor. When the Sorting Hat was on your head he said,” You have a good soul and you’re very clever so Gryffindor would be an option for you but I in your future you will change a lot and you won't be the same person anymore. So.... Slytherin it is !” You were about to cry what did he mean ? Why would you change ? Will something bad happen ?. Hermione and you were still meeting and you ignored the stares from the other Slytherins. You had 2 new friends called Yoongi and Hoseok.

2nd year: The other Slytherins did not accept you because you were a good person even some of them harassed you but Hermione defended you. She asked you to come with her, Harry and Ron to solve the mystery about the Chamber of Secrets. You helped them as much as you could but Snape was watching you all the time. One day you meet a cute boy at the Black Lake. You said,” Oh a Hufflepuff I never talked to one I heard Hufflepuff’s are the nicest people on earth is that true ? My name is Y/N by the way !” He was very shy and began to speak,” Eeee...mmhhh my name ii..ss Jungkook ! I well... I think yes we a...rre nice.” You began to smile of how cute he is,” Don't be shy Jungkook I’m not bad just because I’m in Slytherin !” He smiled and said goodbye then he run away. You loved his black hair and bunny smile. You told Hermione about him and she said,” I think I like Ron Y/N what should I do ?” Your mouth hang open,” Ron ? RON ? nooooo he is not your type ! Maybe Draco ? He is way better for you ! She made gag sounds,” EW no not Draco I would rather die than date him !” You shrugged and walked back to the Slytherin common room. Yoongi and Hoseok were sitting on the Sofa. Yoongi said,” Hey Y/N do you want a chocolate frog ? My brother send me them today.” You nodded and took one. You said,” Are you guys bad or why do you think that the Sorting Hat has sorted you into Slytherin ?” Hoseok swallowed,” No not bad but maybe we treat people a little bit colder .” You said,” But I do not ! I am so friendly.” Yoongi laughed,” Yeah too friendly for sure !” You sighed and went to your room.

3rd year: Draco asked you if you want to hang out with him a few weeks ago since then he became one of your friends. Draco said,” You are very beautiful Y/N why do you hang out with that Muggle girl and Harry Potter ?” You waited a few seconds before answering,” I like her, she is very nice and a good friend ! I can relay on her and she helps me with homeworks.” He shook his head,” You don't have to be her friend ! I’m reliable too and you would be accepted from the other Slytherins.” You thought for a minute,” Well we could try that out but I will hang out with her once a week.” He nodded. You walked to the Black Lake to meet Hermione. You two hugged then she said,” So what do you want to talk about ?” You took her hand and said,” I don't want to hang out that much with you anymore because I’m friends now with Draco and the other Slytherins would accept me !” She glared at you,” Ohh just because you want to be accepted you hang out with false friends ? Their not even your “friends”. You were about to cry,” No Hermione they are my friends and you need to accept that ! Just because you are not popular you say something like that !” She screamed,” THEN GO TO YOUR NEW FRIENDS I DONT NEED YOU !” Then she walked off. Hoseok and Yoongi saw what happened and asked you,” What was that about ?” You didn’t say anything just hugged them both for comfort.

4th year: What the Sorting Hat said was true you changed and became one of the bad ones. You, Yoongi and Hoseok are the Trio of the bad side along with Draco and his friends. When you heard about the Yule Ball you decided to go with both Yoongi and Hoseok. You wore something short and sexy. Everyone was looking at you. Hermione couldn’t understand why you became so slutty. When one of your jams came on and you danced wildly and rubbed your butt against Hoseok’s, Yoongi’s and Draco’s pelvis. You where turned on the first time in your life and you loved it. At that night you made out with all 3 of the boys. Since then you were the hot girl of school and you had a lot of boyfriends. You never felt love but it was fun. One day you meet Jungkook in the corridors. You smiled at him and rubbed his arm,” Hey cutie do you want to eat lunch with me ?” He shrugged you off and said,” No not interested ! I’m not one of your lovers.” Then he walked away. You loved him but you didn’t wanted to change your style because you liked it. Hoseok became your first long time boyfriend.

5th year: You are so popular now and every boy wants you. Hoseok was very jealous and one day he said to you,” Y/N just stop you have me now why are you dressing so revealing ?” You were annoyed and said,” Because I like this style and the attention !” He was about to cry and said,” Well then I’m breaking up with you !” You said,” Fine go away I can handle that .” Then you walked away. A week later you got a new boyfriend named John. He is hot, very tall and strong. One day he trapped you against the wall and kissed you wildly. You were used to do that but this time he wanted more. He touched your boobs and undid his jeans. You screamed,” WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? I’M STILL A VIRGIN AND YOU ARE NOT THE RIGHT ONE FOR ME SO STOP IT ! He just laughed and began to undress you. You fighted against him but he was too strong. But then you heard a loud bam and John was on the ground unconscious. Hoseok saved you. You cried into his arms he carried you bridal style back to your room. You said,” Thank you so much Hoseok I love you ! He tried to rape me and you saved me my hero.” “Shhhhh Y/N don't talk you need to sleep baby ! I love you too.” He forgave you and you were once again a couple.

6th year: You changed your style once again completely to innocent and everyone ignored you again. It does not bother you because you had Hoseok. Yoongi helped to be friends with Hermione again and it worked. Hermione and you were best friends again. Draco were disappointed in you and called you a betrayer. This life made you happier and you knew that Hoseok is the love of your life. Hoseok showed you the Room of Requirement. You two imagined to be in a warm and cozy Cabin. The fireplace was on the right and a big queen sized bed was on the other side. You two hugged each other and looked into the fire. Hoseok began to speak,” Y/N I love you so much ! And I want you to always be with me.” You smiled,” I want to be with you too !” He smiled and kissed you. The kiss grew more passionate and you wanted him. You broke the kiss and said,” Hoseok I’m ready !” He looked deeply into your eyes carried you to the bed,” Are you sure ? I don't want to hurt you !” You smiled and nodded heavily. He began to kiss your neck and you moaned for the first time. You pulled him in more and ripped his shirt off. He unbuttoned you blouse and kissed your breasts. The other clothes came off pretty fast and you saw his erection ready to enter you. You took a deep breath and he trusted slowly into you. It hurts but you don't want it to stop. After a few minutes the pain was away and you assured him that you were alright. You moaned louder and he trusted into with a fast rhythm. His moans became louder and his penis twitched inside of you. Your orgasm hit you hard. You both were so happy and totally in love with each other. The other day you woke up next to a naked Hoseok. You kissed his full lips and saw the hickeys you left on his collarbone. He said,” Good morning my love. Are you okay ?” You smiled,” Yes I am just a little sore but fine. That was the best night of my life.” He caressed your arm and gave you a light kiss on the forehead,” Yes mine too sweetie.” You two dressed and got back into your rooms. Hoseok told Yoongi and you told Hermione. She was shocked but happy that he is the one you love.

7th year: You didn’t liked the fact that Hermione was with Ron all the time. Hoseok tried to calm you down because you were scared of Voldemort. The day came and you, Hoseok and Yoongi fought on the side of Harry Potter. Luckily no one was seriously injured. You became a good Magician and learned everything from Hermione. After graduating from Hogwarts you married Hoseok after 2 years. You two have 3 sons and 1 girl. They are named Ichiro ( that means first son ), Youngjae, Win and Nami. You work at the Ministry of Magic and Hoseok owns a Candy shop in the Diagon Alley. Hermione visited you with her kids every weekend. Sadly your kids and her kids couldn’t go to school together because her children go to a muggle school.

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A Friend Ch. 3

Remus Lupin was sitting at his House table eating has Steak and Potatoes, while reading Ivanhoe. He was on chapter three when he saw his Brothers-in-arms walk in a little bit miffed. Remus got up after saving his place in the novel and walked over to them.

"Where is Merlin's Beard have you guys been?" Remus asked his friends, "You three missed the Care of Magical Creatures O.W.L! Professor Kettleburn will probably fail you three if you don't plead for a new test date!"

"Yeah, don't remind us Moony," James told his friend.

"What happened to you guys anyway?"

Sirius stepped forward, "We got jinxed and hexed by some Hufflepuff. Who, get this actually HELPED Snivellus!"

Remus sighed. "Well I've been telling you guys for years now. That one day either Severus or someone else would stand up and teach you a lesson. "

"Well we never thought it would happen!" Sirius snapped at Remus.

"Hey don't get snippy with me!" Remus barked back at Sirius, "I'm not the one who picked a fight and probably failed their Care of Magical Creatures O.W.L!"

Sirius raised his hands, "Alright Moony, Peace!"

Peter intervened trying to keep the peace. "Listen, Moony we need your help. We need you to identify the guy, we know what he looks like but we don't know who he is. So, will you help us?"

Remus looked at his friends. "You point him out and I'll identify him. I'm not getting involves with your petty vendetta."

Remus walked back to his spot with James, Sirius, and Peter following him.

"Oh Moony!" James laughed, "You're no fun anymore!"

"Is that him?" Remus asked as another Hufflepuff walked in.

Peter looked up from his Beef Stroganoff. "No, he had brown hair that went to his neck."

Remus kept looking at the door, he had finished his steak and was probably not going to get back to reading Ivanhoe anytime soon.

"Is that him?"

James looked up. "I can't tell, Padfoot?"

Sirius stood up, "NO, he wasn't that fat! That's that one reject...Clearwater."

"Okay, listen guys I don't think he's gonna show."

"Oh, no...He'll show." Sirius growled.

"How, do you know?"

Sirius was quiet. "Just keep your eyes open!"

Peter had an idea, "Hey, that Hufflepuff went away with Snape and Evans. Maybe he'll walk in with them."

"Great thinking, Wormtail! You're Two for Two!"

Peter smiled, it was nice to be getting recognition for once.

So, Remus kept an eye out for Severus, and Lily seeing if the mysterious Hufflepuff would show up with them.

Then, they appeared. Severus, and Lily walked in with a Hufflepuff. Brown hair down to his neck, regular build, and he was with Severus and Lily. The Hufflepuff turned around to go sit at his House Table. Remus blanched, he prayed that he was wrong and his friends didn't pick a fight with this Hufflepuff.

"Okay, I hope i'm wrong, but is that him?" Remus asked his friends.

Peter, James and Sirius looked to see the culprit walk casually down to his seat.

"Yes that's him!" Peter exclaimed.

"There's the bastard!" Sirius growled.

"Awesome. So, who is he Moony?" James asked his friend.

Remus looked up at his friends.

"Please, for love of Merlin. Don't tell me you got into a fight with Samual Yalarad."

"THAT"S SAM YALARAD?" Peter screamed in terror.

Sirius and James clamped his mouth and sat as low as they could in their seats so that Sam wouldn't see who called out his name.

James and Sirius let go of Peter's mouth.

"Jeezus, Wormtail! You almost gave us away!" James scolded his friend.

"Yeah, Wormy what's the matter with you?" Sirius added.

'Well it was fun while it lasted.' Thought Peter.

Sirius started the conversation back up.

"So, who is that Yala-whatever his name is?" Sirius asked his Marauder compatriots.

"Padfoot," Remus started. "Sam Yalarad is the son of Silas Yalarad!"

Sirius had a blank stare on his face. "Moony I get you are trying to ease me into an epiphany, but can you just tell me?" Sirius bluntly asked.

"Samual is the son of "Seven Wand" Silas!" James interjected.

Sirius' eyes widened. "What? Sam-Mule is related to one of the greatest Aurors to ever live!"

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying!"

The group got quiet. Then James broke the silence.

"Alright, now that we know our culprit. Let's plan a swift and embarrassing payback!"

Remus blanched. "Well keep me informed on your vendetta."

His friends were dumbstruck.

"Moony," Sirius started. "Aren't you going to join us?"

"No thanks, this is your problem. You deal with it!" Remus retorted as he went back to Ivanhoe.

"Prongs is right, you're no fun anymore Moony!"

Sam Yalaread walked out of his Herbology O.W.L with the upmost confidence that he got an 'O' on it.

The studying he did with Severus and Lily really paid off. He was on his way to the Library to meet up with Severus and Lily to see how they did on their O.W.L's. As he was walking from the classroom he noticed out of the corner of his eye that he was being followed.

And as he turned the corner, he saw that Sirius Black was following him, and he didn't seem too happy.

Sam quickly made his way to the Library. If he made it the Library he'd be under the safe, but fierce gaze of Madam Pince.

As he ascended the staircase, he saw Pettigrew outside the entrance of the sixth floor.

And so he ascended up to the Seventh floor. Gryffindor Country. No Man's Land. Sam was on his own.

Pettigrew joined Sirius and started slowly chasing after Sam, as not to attract attention to their misdeeds.

Sam was in the heart of the Seventh floor, and when he turned a corner... There was James Potter with his wand out. Ready to hex Sam into Oblivion.

Luckily, there was an empty classroom to the left and Sam dove in, narrowly missing a flurry of stinging hexes.

Sam then instinctively locked the door, and used his magic to stack desks in order to keep the Marauders out.

"Okay, Sam-Mule." Shouted James Potter, "Come out and we promise to make this quick!"

"Really you think that's going to get me to open this door? And I'll have you know that my name is pronounced, Sam-ual!"

"Whatever you git!" Yelled Sirius. "You've thrown in your hat with Snivellus, and now you're going to pay for it!"

Sam really didn't want to fight those idiots, but he knew it was coming. He just didn't know it was going to be this soon.

Sam looked out the window, sure enough, it was a long drop to the bottom.

Sam had little time to weigh his options as the Marauders forced their way inside.

James, Peter and one P.O'd Sirius were mad for vengeance. Sam stood his ground, with his wand at the ready.

"Ready for your punishment, Sam-Mule?"

"It's Sam-ual, Potter." Sam scoffed, "Seriously. I mean did your father drop you on your head when you little or something?"

If James wasn't angry before, he was now. All three Marauders had their wands out by now.

"Hex him boys!"

Sam readied himself and retaliated.

Severus and Lily were in the Library, waiting for their new acquaintance, Sam Yalarad.

Severus was sitting at a table reading a Potions Theory book, while Lily was pacing back and forth.

"Lily, with your pacing, you'd probably make a permanent impression on the floor, and Madam Pince wouldn't take that too kindly, now wouldn't she?" Severus without looking up from his book.

Lily looked over at Severus.

"I mean Lily, we just met him yesterday, and besides if he doesn't come it's not the end of the world. He probably is spending time with his other friends, y'know."

"Well," Lily started. "I'm just wondering if he hadn't incurred the wrath of the local nuisances."

Severus sighed, "I'm sure he can take care of himself."

"I'm not so sure."

Just then the man of the hour came in.

"Speak of the devil." Severus put down his book. "Where have you been?"

"How did you do on your Herbology Exam?"

"Oh uh, first I was busy," Sam explained. "Secondly, I think I passed my O.W.L with ease!"

"Well that's great!"

"Busy with what?"

Sam smiled. "Well that's the second thing I wanted to talk to you about, in fact I think I should show you."

So, Sam had Severus and Lily follow him to the deserted classroom on the seventh floor.

What was inside shocked Severus and Lily.

James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew were caught in the Sisto Motus Charm.

"...I don't know what to say." Severus choked out, he was too stunned to say anything.

"Well don't. I mean these guys came at me trying to hex me, so I was just trying to defend myself."

"Well let's leave them be, c'mon Severus." Lily said.

Sam turned around to see Severus and Lily leaving.

"HEY!"

Severus and Lily turned back around.

"Yes?" Severus asked.

Sam walked in front of them, blocking their way from the door.

"Haven't you guys been saying how, these three have made the past five years of your life here at Hogwarts miserable?"

"Yeah." Severus replied, realizing the fact.

"Well, now they are here! Right in front of you! Ready to be messed with and you are going to walk away?"

"Well, what would you have us do?" Lily asked Sam.

Sam gave a great, big, smile.

"Lily," directed Sam. "Go up to your room and get some make-up and some dresses that might fit these three!"

"What I don't understand, why do I need..." Lily understood what Sam was going with, and grinned. "Oh, Sam you are Bad! I'll be right back!"

Lily ran out to get the supplies.

Sam looked at Severus.

"What are we going to do?"

"Well Severus. We have the hard job. We need to get these three down to their skivvies."

Severus blanched. Undressing the Marauders wasn't on his list of things to do.

"Do we have to?"

"Well we could let Lily do it."

Severus looked at Sam in silence.

"I'll start with Black, you get Potter and we'll both do Pettigrew, is that Ok Samual?"

Sam smiled. "Perfect."

Severus slowly undid Sirius' pants as he looked away.

"Y'know."

Severus looked over to Sam.

"Friends call me Sam."

Severus looked over at Sam and smiled.

"Friends call me Sev."

Now it was Sam's turn to smile.

The two friends went back to their Dirty Job.

Lily had shrunk the Make-up and the dresses down and shoved them into her pocket.

She hurried up to the classroom. When she opened the door she saw Severus and Sam strip Pettigrew to his skivvies.

Severus blanched, and Sam was frozen.

"Lily this isn't what it looks like." Severus started to explain.

"What are you talking about Sev? This is exactly what it looks like." Sam replied.

Severus gave Sam the Stink Eye.

The three started their little makeover party for their Marauder 'friends'.

Lily looked at her dresses. "What do you think, Sev?"

Severus looked at her options.

"Green. Lily. Dress them all in green." Severus smiled.

"Perfect!" Lily transfigured all the dresses to be green. "Let the 'Golden' Gryffindor boys be Slytherins for today!"

Samual then turned toward Severus. "Be a pal and please pass me the lipstick."

"Red or Blue?" Severus asked.

Sam looked at Sirius caught in Sisto Motus.

"Definitely Red."

"Okay guys. Ready? One, two THREE!"

Sam, Severus and Lily groaned as they struggled to put a dress on Peter.

"Oughgh. What do they feed this guy?" Sam yelled.

"Everything and anything!" Severus replied.

Lily was taking the final incriminating picture with her camera.

"Okay, now let's see these buffoons try and mess with us." Lily exclaimed.

"I don't think this will stop them." Severus begrudgingly said.

"Maybe, but I have an idea, that will have them thinking twice before they mess with us." Sam said. "How long until Lunch?"

Lily looked at the clock. "About thirty minutes.'

"Okay we need to act fast."

James Potter, Sirius Black, and Peter Pettigrew awoke all at once to see a group of their classmates laughing. At them.

"What, what? What happened?" Peter stuttered out.

"Sonovabitch! We were hexed by Sam-Mule!" James swore.

"I'm gonna wring his neck! I swear it!" Sirius proclaimed

James then noticed his classmates laughing.

"What's so funny?"

Frank Longbottom stopped laughing long enough to answer.

"Well Potter. We're laughing at you and your friend's choice in clothing! BWAHAHAH!"

"What are you..." James looked down at his attire. "DEAR MERLIN!" James then tried to cover himself.

Sirius and Peter then noticed their womanly attire and tried to cover themselves to no avail.

"Hey Potter!"

James looked up to see Samual, Severus, and Lily walk up.

"YOU!"

"Me. You'd better get changed Potter. Wouldn't want McGonagall to turn red with Fury to see you three dressed like that!"

James, Peter, and Sirius bolted to their dormitory.

"YOU'RE GOING TO YOURS YALARAD!" Sirius yelled as he was going towards the staircase.

"I'm shaking in my boots, Black!"

Sam turned to Lily and Severus. They were laughing. Everyone was laughing.

Payback was grand.

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