“No Draco, pay attention. You can’t add bloodroot and wartcap powder in the same cauldron. It releases a toxin that-“ You look over at him and he’s staring off at a group of girls. You shove him, “Are you even listening to me?”
“Yeah yeah, salamander blood and bursting mushrooms explode, blah blah blah,” he brushed you off while you were trying to help him, again.
“That’s definitely not what I said at all. Look if you want to fail your potions quiz that’s on you. I have other people who actually want my help,” you shut your book and stood from your seat in the large library.
His gaze never broke from a group of Ravenclaw girls who kept giggling as they looked up at Draco. You rolled your eyes and gathered the rest of your things.
“Goodbye Draco.” You walked away from the table where the both of you sat. You were tired of fighting every girl for his attention even when you were doing him a favor. Even in the platonic sense, it was exhausting, not to mention the way it hurt your heart.
“What,” he turned around to face you but you were gone. “Oh.”
You walked out of the library, upset that once again Draco would rather stare at girls than spend any time with you.
“Hey y/n!” Someone shouted at you from down the hallway. You looked up to see Theo running to catch up to you.
“Yes Theo?” you laugh slightly at his out-of-breath presence.
“Do you have time to help me study today? I could really use it. I’m going to fail that quiz.”
“I don’t know…” You paused taking in the idea of helping another Slytherin boy study, not sure if it was worth it.
“Please I’m begging you,” his hands were together like he was praying to a god and he sounded so desperate for your help.
“I like it when you beg,” a smile crossed your face as he gave you a disapproving look and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“y/n this is serious, I really do need your help,” he whined.
“Okay okay. I’ll help you. Go get your books I’ll meet you back in the library in twenty minutes.”
“Yes thank you! I owe you.” He looked so excited like you had just saved his ass.
“I’ll see you in twenty.” He smiled and nodded and you both went your separate ways.
Fifteen minutes later Theo walked into the library and sat down at a table to wait for you.
Draco saw Theo sitting by himself with his potions book looking through the subject matter for the test. He excused himself from the girls he had been flirting with since you left to go sit with his friend.
“What are you doing studying alone Nott?” Draco asked before being shushed by a couple of people around them.
“I’m waiting on y/n. She is going to help me study.”
“She is?” Draco sounded stunned to hear you were going to help someone else as you had just left him in the library.
“Yeah, I asked like twenty minutes ago if she would be able to help me.”
As you headed back to the library you got caught talking to a friend which left Theo in the library longer than you meant to.
When you walked up to Theo’s table you were apologizing blindly about being late, so much so that you didn’t realize Draco was standing on the other side of him.
“Since when do you apologize for being late?” Draco asked, snark in his voice.
“I apologize to those who value my time. Theo, I apologize for keeping you waiting, are you ready to get started?”
“Uh yeah,” Theo could sense the tension between you and your best friend.
“If you’ll excuse us Draco, we have studying to do,” You smiled fakely at Draco as you walked to an adjacent table. Theo looked at Draco, shrugged, and followed suit to the new table you sat at.
A few hours passed and Theo had a bit more confidence in his ability to pass the test that plagued Hogwarts’ students.
You walked back to your dorm to relax in your bed for a while before dinner. Just when you changed into a more comfortable outfit and laid down on your bed you heard a knock on your door.
“Ugh, who is it?!” Without a response, your door opened, and in stepped Draco. “You know it’s not polite to walk into someone’s room unannounced.”
“Yeah well, it’s not like you are the most polite, especially to me.” You rolled your eyes at his comment.
“So why are you here?”
“Do you like Theo?”
“Okay, so we are just jumping to conclusions all around today huh?”
“That didn’t answer my question.” He looked annoyed and anxious as he fidgeted with his hands.
“Why do you care? You’ve never cared about who I’ve liked in the past.”
“Yeah that’s the past, this is the present. Now answer my question.”
“It’s not any of your business.”
“You made it my business when you ditched me for him earlier.”
“I didn’t ditch you. You weren’t listening or paying any attention to me. There was no point in me sitting and talking to myself wasting my day away when I know I’m going to pass the quiz tomorrow.” You were becoming increasingly frustrated by the constant question Draco kept asking.
“Just tell me if you like him, it was a simple question.”
“I don’t like him stupid. I like you!“ In a quick moment of frustration, you let one of your biggest secrets free into the open. Draco was quiet but so were you. Your eyes hadn’t left the floor since you last spoke, the silence in the room making your stomach churn. The fear of losing your best friend was eating you alive.
Draco stepped closer to you, you could see his feet as you looked at yours. His hand reached down to your chin as he tilted your gaze up to his.
“Is that true?” His hand never left your soft skin as his eye contact burned into you. You nodded your head lightly as tears filled your eyes terrified of the outcome of this conversation. You blinked and tears rolled slowly down your cheeks. “Why are you crying angel?”
You took a deep breath and began to speak, “I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ve ruined our relationship.” Draco chuckled lightly.
“You haven’t ruined anything love. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to say those words.” Your head perked up at that statement.
“W-what?”
“I’ve waited for you to say those words for longer than you know.”
“You have?” The tears in your eyes were long gone as you stared at the blonde.
“Can I show you how much I’ve wanted this moment?” He said caressing your cheek with his strong hands.
“I- yes.” At that moment he kissed you. The comfort of his soft lips against yours felt like heaven. Your arms wrapped around his neck almost by instinct. The kiss got more intense as his hands traveled to your waist.
Your first kiss with the man of your dreams seemed almost never-ending and you were perfectly happy with that.
Draco’s hands sat on the underside of your thighs, he gripped you tightly as if he was holding onto a dream. Your lips traveled across his cheek and down his neck.
Draco’s voice was low and sultry as he whispered into your ear, “You are so perfect. I’m sorry for the way I’ve acted the past couple of months. It was easier to push you away and-”
You looked up at Draco as he explained himself to you, not wanting to focus on the past you interrupted him. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
warning/s;angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and post partum depression
word count;4.4k
summary;fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.
a/n;feedback is very, very welcome! i just love reading them aaa this was such a weird thing to write bc i wanted it angst but it’s not angsty enough so watch out for more angst deuces
“i don’t understand, freddie. why are you—”
“[y/n]! that’s enough!” your boyfriend furrowed his brows, blowing out an exasperated breath that had you feeling offended. he ran a hand through his already unkempt hair before meeting your eyes. “don’t you getit? i’m done. we’re done. we’re through.”
there was no emotion behind his words. no meaning. nothing that told you of the two years you’ve spent together. and to be perfectly honest, even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you expected this. deep down you knew he’d fallen out of love somewhere along the way.
warning/s;angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy and post partum depression
word count;4.4k
summary;fred leaves you on the day you were supposed to tell him that you were pregnant with his child. three years later you see him again, and secrets are unearthed.
a/n;feedback is very, very welcome! i just love reading them aaa this was such a weird thing to write bc i wanted it angst but it’s not angsty enough so watch out for more angst deuces
“i don’t understand, freddie. why are you—”
“[y/n]! that’s enough!” your boyfriend furrowed his brows, blowing out an exasperated breath that had you feeling offended. he ran a hand through his already unkempt hair before meeting your eyes. “don’t you getit? i’m done. we’re done. we’re through.”
there was no emotion behind his words. no meaning. nothing that told you of the two years you’ve spent together. and to be perfectly honest, even if you wouldn’t admit it to yourself, you expected this. deep down you knew he’d fallen out of love somewhere along the way.
summary ✰ it’s the night of the slytherin bash, and, intoxicated, you almost blurt out all your relationship troubles to pansy and the boys of slytherin.
content ✰ alcohol,weed, rip. mill’s hairbrush, a big party, drunk/high people and reader, mentions of sex, mild(but just as serious) sexual assault, boyfriend being pushy, arguments, gaslighting,guilt-tripping, pansy lowkey admiring the reader and vice versa, pansy taking off your makeup for you.
a/n ✰ yes we’re having a lil party moment right on shedyool <3i think i made draco too hot in this like have i forgotten this is a pansy fic ?? and i’ve been listening to the playlist on repeat for some inspiration but now all the songs are stuck in my head yikes… anyway, happy reading :))
letting out a short yell, you bolt out the way of millicent bulstrode being chased by her own hairbrush in your dorm room, falling backwards onto your bed, then leaning up on your forearms to watch in amusement as she squeals.
“stop it, stop it!”
pansy crosses her arms, leaning in the doorway for a moment before speaking calmly despite the urgent situation, “mill, i already told you not to try any beautification spells for tonight. they take a certain finesse that you clearly…” she eyes the hairbrush, which has somehow grown teeth, “lack.”
daphne fervently attempts to throw millicent’s wand to her, having lost her own somewhere in the room, ducking whenever the hairbrush swings too low by her head and yelling encouragement to her as she wails.
“it’s gonna bloody eat me!”
you glance over to pansy, your lips quirked but still fighting the brighter grin that tries to force its way upon your mouth, one brow raised. she looks back with a smirk, raising her brows lazily, then pulls out her wand at last.
sure, you have yours, but come on! this is quality entertainment.
muttering a spell under her breath, the hairbrush rises, letting out a sharp, plasticky sound, teeth gnashing at the unknown force which has suddenly halted its rampage. then, thin, dark cracks begin to show upon its surface as it travels higher and higher into the air, finally letting out one last high-pitched sound before exploding into hot pink shards of plastic onto the wooden floor of the room.
millicent makes a lacklustre attempt of trying to catch certain pieces that are still falling, whining about how it was her favourite hairbrush. daphne drops the wand and falls back onto her duvet, exasperated, and you watch ahead in shock.
“blimey, pansy, couldn’t you have just done ‘finite’?” you ask, eyes wide.
“’s not nearly as much fun,” she grins, bounding over to the large, dark oak wardrobe in the corner of the room, “now, ladies. what are we going to wear for the slytherin bash?”
“i bagsy y/n’s black dress!” daphne pipes up, bouncing to sit cross-legged on her bed.
“no, you bloody well don’t!”
you look in the mirror of the vanity, tucking back a few strands of hair out of your face and looking down at your silky emerald dress, the neckline dipping a little at your chest, the straps thin.
“whatever, i actually might look better in the green, anyway.”
slinking out from the bathroom, daphne fixes the button on the back of the dress she’s wearing, the black fabric clinging to her skin, “you definitely do.”
“you’re just saying that to keep my dress, aren’t you?”
“maybe so. but you’re still very pretty.” she pecks your cheek and sits on her bed, fixing her curled hair in a compact mirror and swaying slightly to the thumping music already playing downstairs.
pansy pulls at her dress, leaning onto the vanity and applying a thin coat of red lipstick over her lips, looking at you through the glass “she’s not wrong. you look nice.”
you swallow, blinking at your reflection. you’ve brushed your brows, applied some blush, and a little smokey eyeliner, but nothing much. you don’t mind letting your skin breathe a little, anyway.
“thanks, pansy.” you eye her loose, sparkling, red dress, neckline dipping so low on her chest that you feel the sudden need to look away, instead focusing on her light-green eyes which never actually ceased intensely tracking the movements of your iris. “so do you.”
“right. thank you.”
millicent finishes tying her hair up, avoiding using any muggle products and therefore resorting to something simple, clipping it back with a claw accessory, “okay,” she starts, and you and pansy quickly look away from each other, “so, are we going or not? can’t be too late, they’re still missing the life of the party!”
“mill, you pass out after three hours during almost every single party.” daphne blinks.
“what’s that saying, here for a good time but not a long time?” pansy snickers, zipping up her black boots.
millicent rolls her eyes playfully, crossing her arms. “shut your gobs, the two of you! now let’s go!”
locking the door quickly on your way out so you won’t have to deal with any arseholes doing it in your bed like last time (well, at least they were having a whale of a time), you bid goodbye to your dormmates who all part ways, immediately grabbing a bottle of firewhiskey from a large table in the corner, looking over at the youthful atmosphere suddenly claiming such a place as the slytherin common room.
pouring yourself a shot, although you’re awful at doing those, you hold your nose (as if that’s going to help) and gulp down the alcohol, finishing by setting the little glass down and placing your hands on the table full of drinks in front of you, hair falling down into your face.
feeling a hand on your waist, you tense and stand up straight, not relaxing much when your boyfriend kisses your cheek and whispers a ’hello’ into your ear.
“ben!” you exclaim, turning around and smiling at him, though not genuinely, “i didn’t know you were coming.”
“some guys in the year above invited me, unlike my own girlfriend.” he teases, gripping you by the waist and pulling you closer, and your nose scrunches at the sharp stench of beer on his breath. putting two and two together, considering how he’s slurring his words, you realise he’s already tipsy.
“right, sorry!” you genuinely are, though if he hadn’t showed up, you wouldn’t mind much, “i didn’t really find out until the lesson before my free hour, and, well, you wanted us to go to your room, so —”
“oh, yeah. how could i forget?” he leans in, almost stumbling over his own two feet as he gets even closer to you, pulling you to him by your waist and kissing your neck, making you push your head down a little. the party having only just started, people are still piling in and the lights aren’t turned off just yet.
you push him by the chest, gently, “it’s still early, benny. not now.”
ignoring your wishes, he nibbles at your neck, and you bring your shoulder up in discomfort, “but don’t you want a repeat?” no, you really don’t.
“ben, just, back off, please.” you push a little more firmly now, shaking him off, and going to grab the bottle again to pour yourself another shot of firewhiskey as an excuse to not stay so close to him. but clearly that tactic isn’t great, because he pushes up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly.
“come on, this party’ll be lame anyway. your room’s empty, right?” you freeze as his lips meet your throat once more, swallowing before finding it in yourself to stretch your shoulders back, and push his arms from your waist, quickly pouring the shot and keeping it in your hand, just in case you need to spill it on him as a distraction.
if he’s gonna be pushy, he could at least be decent in bed.
well, at least, that’s your cynical view on it.
“ben. no. my — my friends are here, and i… i don’t want to leave them all alone.” you fiddle with the shot glass in your hand, brows furrowed, and he exhales loudly before shrugging his shoulders.
“if you don’t want me then you could’ve just said so.”
your eyes widen, “no, i didn’t mean it like that, just that… just not tonight.”
“well, it kinda seems like you’re not interested. but whatever, y/n, it’s fine.” as you try to reach out to him, he walks over to his friends, and you lean against the table, gulping down the firewhiskey and wincing at the burn in your throat.
shit.
“come on, y/n! they’re dimming the lights now, i wanna dance!” daphne bounds over to you, dragging you by the arm before you can protest.
and you oblige.
two hours in, you’re tipsy, worn-out from all the dancing, yet still going back between the many students for more adrenaline. grinning as a song you love comes on, you regroup your dormmates in the crowd, grabbing them by their hands and all winding your hips to the beat, millicent giggling and falling over her feet, daphne tearing away from her boyfriend to join with a smile on her face. pansy isn’t very giggly when drinking, you’ve noticed. in close settings, sure, but in big parties like this, everyone so close, air hot, green lights strobing across the common room… she just dances. raising her hands above her head, swaying her hips, twirling her friends around by their fingers — it’s almost sensual. well, to anyone else. not to you.
pansy eyes you as you spin — the exhilarated grin on your face from being able to shrug off everything burdening you, everything weighing atop your shoulders. and she realises that she likes the shine of the strobing lights against your skin, your nose and cheeks gleaming, eyes a little bloodshot and chest glistening from all the alcohol in your system, and all the dancing. and when you and pansy finally get off the dancefloor to join the slytherin boys on the sofas, she likes the way your eyes tear up a little after taking a long drag from the joint that’s being passed around.
“this isn’t laced with anything, right?” you clear your throat to speak over the music, passing it back to theo, head dizzy. you watch the lights entangle themselves between little clouds of smoke, and wonder which cloud is yours.
“what do you think i am, a drug lord? no, it is not laced with anything.” he rolls his eyes, leaning back on the sofa.
blaise elbows him, looking at you and pansy who are both sitting next to each other, “don’t mind him — you know he gets bitchy when he smokes.”
“do not.” theo huffs.
“yes, you do.” draco deadpans, snatching the joint from his hands and inhaling the smoke, blowing it upwards from his bottom lip.
you chuckle, stretching to settle comfortably into the sofa and tapping pansy’s bare thigh subconsciously, to which she tenses, “i feel like nott’s always a bitch, regardless.”
“not wrong there.” theo winks at you, rubbing at his eyes. your head feels like it’s spinning, and you giggle again, leading blaise to do the same.
“what’s so funny, y/l/n?” pansy raises her brows nonchalantly, crossing her legs and studying you at her right. she’s taken the joint between her plump lips now, inhaling deeply for a second, then blowing it up into the air.
“think it’s the weed.” you giggle once more, eyelids heavy, leaning your head onto her shoulder — you two are much more friendly when a little bit intoxicated and high. more so you, than her.
draco leans back into the armchair he’s sitting in, looking over to the corner of the room and spotting your ravenclaw boyfriend drinking with his friends in the corner. and, being significantly less of an arsehole with something in his system, draco decided to be polite.
“how’s the boyfriend, y/n?” you chuckle at this, smiling softly and lifting your head up from pansy’s shoulder.
“myboyfriend is an absolute, grade O, cockhead.”
the whole group is still for a short moment, exchanging varying levels of shock and amusement, before turning back to you. draco speaks again, “is that so?”
“mhmm.” you nod lazily, as if your head is too heavy to hold up, pointing over at him from the other side of the room, “ben sucks. he’s awful. if i could, i would — well, i mean, i could, but if i really could, i’d —”
“right, i think that’s enough of that for tonight.” pansy takes the joint from between your index and middle finger, interrupting you and attempting to change the subject considering your tipsy and high state. she’s been through enough non-sober confessions in her lifetime to know best.
“no, i mean it. and it would be worth it if he would actually fuck m—”
“i said, enough.” pansy presses, trying to save you any embarrassment. being good enough friends with the slytherin boys of your year since you all first arrived, you know there’ll be no judgement or rumours spread around. but, still. better not to air out all of your dirty laundry, or whatever the americans say. well, that’s what ’sober you’ would say. and right now, you’re completely ready to confess how shitty your boyfriend is, to reveal the dialogue that usually only stays in your head.
“come on, pansy, the people wanna know.” blaise raises his finger to her, grinning. the boy loved drama; he wasn’t a sharer, but certainly a listener.
“i, the people, do not care.” draco raises his finger as well, slouched in his seat.
“and i, the people, say you’re not gonna let y/n humiliate herself. if she really wants to say this, she’ll do it when she’s sober.” pansy frowns, standing up and gripping your arm, passing the joint over to theo who was watching the scene casually.
“usually you love this stuff!” theo raises his arms lazily for emphasis.
“well, she’s my friend.” pansy gives him a blink stare.
”blah, blah, blah, parkinson.“ you slur you words a little, and she scowls, ”i’m ready to say it. ben rowen is shite in and out of the be—“
she muffles your voice with her hand, forcing you to get up and follow her to the dormitory calmly, as you attempt to yell through her fingers, instead practically humming. it’s not a messy, nor embarrassing scene – you’re at least sober enough to know better, and no one’s paying attention anyway, not with the beat of the music thrumming through the room, vibrating the floor beneath your feet. but you’re not sober enough to control your urge to break down and admit that you desperately want to break up with your boyfriend, even though you think you still love (the old, fake) him, even though you’re scared to break his heart.
seeing the scene from across the common room, ben strides over with a purpose, and the boys on the sofa snort at his actions. ”what happened?“ he tears pansy’s hand from your mouth (thankfully, you’re not wearing lipstick), to which she scrunches up her nose, clenching her jaw and glancing to the side impatiently.
”yourgirlfriend had a little too much to drink and smoke. she’s going to bed.“
”she can just stay with me.“ he seems over his annoyance from before. shame his annoying personality continues to linger, you think.
pansy eyes him up and down rapidly, grip still firm on your arm. there’s something about your boyfriend, especially considering your change in behaviour around him, that pisses her off. you’re looking between the two of them with wide eyes, considerably amused. ”no.“
”what do you mean,no?“ you notice now that he’s much, much drunker than before. the boys are still watching, leaning forward to hear over the music. well, theo and blaise are – draco gives the ’altercation’ a glance before setting his focus on the almost-finished joint between his fingers.
”i thought ravenclaws were meant to have an IQ of at least more than ten — no, means, i will not let her stay with you, she’s going to sleep it off.“ you look over to the sofas and give a look the boys, half-grimacing, half-grinning.
”listen, i’m the boyfriend here —“
”are you? because i don’t recall you ever being present the entire party.“
”what the fuck is that supposed to mean, i was just over —“
”with her, i mean. why don’t you go drown yourself in some more of that beer you obviously like so much,“ ’ouch’, blaise mouths, ”and i’ll take care of your girlfriend, who… y/n?“ you stop making frantic pointing gestures to the boys to ‘translate’ what they were saying since the boys couldn’t lip read, turning your attention to the people in front of you.
”yup?“ you shrug, tilting your head up at her, being just an inch or two shorter.
pansy closes her eyes, sighing, then shakes her head, feeling a little wobbly herself, ”nevermind. let’s get you to bed, huh?“ she shoots daggers at ben, whose nostrils flare as you’re guided to the girls dormitory. he goes after you two again, but is quickly halted when draco’s voice raises over the music.
”perhaps you should let them leave, rowen. just head elsewhere — don’t be an arse.“
ben sighs in exasperation, making his way to the group, but draco sticks his leg out through the gap between the armchair and the sofa on which you were just sitting, making your boyfriend stumble back.
”that wasn’t an invitation.“ draco deadpans, although the corner of his lip quirks up as he takes a sip of firewhisky and raises his brows.
instead of casting a quick makeup removal spell, pansy opts to lean you against the bathroom sink at a safe distance, using a cotton pad and cleaning off your eyeliner and any sweat or blush left on your skin. you know, just in case the spell doesn’t go well, and you end up being eaten by a magic cotton pad.
you close your eyes, gripping the cold sink behind you loosely as pansy wipes warm water over your skin.
”done.“ she nods, expressionless, as your eyes flutter open, easily casting ’incendio’ on the cotton and not bothering to watch as it crumbles into ash on the floor. she certainly has a flair for the dramatics, and you can’t help but think she’s picked it up from draco malfoy.
you look into the mirror to smooth down your hair, eyes bloodshot, lips swollen from the firewhiskey (and a little from when pansy pressed her palm into them). she tosses pyjamas at you, and you wobble a bit when they hit your side.
”change.“
”okay, sergeant.“ you snort as she shuts the door, clumsily picking up the shorts and sweater she’d thrown.
shrugging off your dress, you call out from inside the bathroom. ”why did you get mad at ben?“
for a beat, there was silence, until she called back. ”because he was being a 'cockhead’.“ pansy mocked.
”and why did you make me leave?“ you pull up your pyjama shorts, squinting down and trying to tie a little bow at the front, rather unsuccessfully, ”i was having fun.“
”well, you were gonna embarrass yourself, y/n. i only helped you out.“
after slipping on your large sweater, you peek your head out the door, seeing her tie her raven hair back into a tiny ponytail, most strands falling out due to the length of it (or lack thereof). she’d done a makeup removal spell on herself.
”you’re going to bed, too?“ you murmur, furrowing your brows.
”yeah, tired.“ she lies, sorting out her bed covers.
you bite the inside of your cheek before deciding to ‘confront’ her, “and, pansy?” her movements still, “i didn’t need help. they’re my friends, and i wanted to tell them —”
she turns around, cutting you off with a challenging look that makes you step fully into the doorway, “tell them what?”
you swallow. nevermind. maybe she was right to drag you out of the party. maybe she was right to have cut you off, instead of letting you indulge into your history and your barely-there sex life.
feeling like you’re being frowned upon by authority, you duck your head sheepishly and clamber into bed, glancing over to millicent who has seemingly collapsed onto her bed and blacked out.
“is… everything okay with you and — you and ben, though?”
“yeah. i don’t know what i was saying. he just pissed me off earlier and i started… talking shit.” you lie through your teeth.
“right.” she flicks off the lights with her wand, back turned to you as she sits on her bed, pulling off her dress and slipping into a big shirt. the lamp on your bedside table that she turned on beforehand faintly casts the room in a warm glow, and through the darkness you can see the pale skin of her back as she pulls it down. your eyes dart away, deciding to focus on the ceiling, instead, “and you’re really okay?” she turns now, and relief washes over you — relief that she didn’t turn sooner.
you eye her as she gets under her covers, propping her head up with her hand. you bury yours sideways into the pillow, wrapping the duvet tightly around your frame. “yeah. you?”
“yes, y/n. now, sleep off all that shit in your system. and lie on yourside, not your back.” you listen to what she’s told you plenty of time before, and lean over to switch off the lamp, the entire room pitch black.
Request: Harry Potter x wife!reader were they are obviously married and have kids (James S., Albus S,Lily L.) and Harry and reader have this routine of giving their kids haircuts and it Lily’s turn because James and albus are at hogwarts and lily wants reader also get the same haircut as her so they can match (but reader is a little sceptical because she hasn’t have short hair for long time) and Harry also give reader her haircut (same as lily) and it’s all cute talks between Harry,reader and lily!
A/N: Here’s your request. I hope you like. The three remaining requests from my 6k celebration - I promise you I will be writing them in between planning two or three fics I have requested too! Thank you for being so patient with me.
Warnings: hair cut, children, established relationship, marriage, use of female typical titles - mother, fluff, harry is a dad and he is married.
Word count: 1.2k
Lily Luna Potter does her best to remain seated on the ancient creaking chair, but the feel of the loose hairs on the back of her neck make her flinch with their sharp little scratches.
“Not long now,” Harry chuckles, brushing away whatever hair seems to be bothering his daughter.
Haircuts in the Potter household weren’t a regular occurrence, and to this day, it astonishes Harry that his children would trust him more with a pair of scissors that their own mother, but Harry enjoys these moments. He enjoys that Lily Luna can never seem to sit still, loves that James and Albus – despite their age – come to him with every break from school in the hopes of getting a haircut before returning.
Harry was once The Boy Who Lived; he’d trade that title any day for prime hairdresser of his children.
“Lily,” Harry warns the wiggling child. “I have sharp scissors in my hand, you need to stop moving.”
Before Lily can get a word in, your voice joins the room. “Listen to your father, sweetheart. He knows what he’s doing.”
Harry feels a faint flush paint his cheeks from the clear fondness in your voice. He pauses his ministrations to meet your stare
“Mum!” Lily whines, pouting as she kicks her legs out from the chair. “It itches!”
“I know it does,” You sympathise, thinking back to your last haircut. “But you need to sit still so it doesn’t look uneven. We can’t send you to the Weasley’s like that, can we?”
The mention of visiting the Weasley’s has Lily sitting as still as a statue. She freezes up, locking her joints in place so she can’t be tempted to move, and thus, threaten the time at the Burrow. The Burrow had quickly become Lily’s favourite place as a baby; Molly Weasley adopting the role of doting grandmother with fervour, spoiling Lily rotten with treats and knitted items. Lily loved it.
The room remains in silence as Harry focuses, making sure Lily’s hair is level on all sides and that her now bare neck is free from any loose, wandering hairs. “There!” He announces once finished, placing his scissors on the table before patting Lily on the shoulder, letting her know she can stand.
“Take a look in the mirror down the hall and let your dad know what you think,” You murmur, brushing a hand through your daughter’s now much shorter hair.
Lily smiles before rushing down the hallway, her feet slapping on the tile. Harry waits with the bated breath, offering you a small smile as you join him at his side. Pressing a kiss to his bearded cheek, you whisper, “You did a good job.”
“I’ve fought the darkest wizard of all time and yet cutting my daughter’s hair is just as terrifying.”
“Well, that’s because she’s a little madame,” You laugh, thinking of all Lily’s demands in the past and all the ones to come in the future.
“She gets that from your side of the family,” Harry teases, hip checking you as he reaches for the small broom kept in the kitchen for instances like this.
“The cheek of you, Potter,” You flirt.
“It’s the truth… Potter,” Harry smiles, enjoying the thrill of calling you by your married name even after all these years.
A shriek from the hallway has you both pausing. Turning to the sound, you watch Harry’s body visibly tense from the sound of running feet.
“I love it, I love it, I love it!” Lily shouts, rushing to her father, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Thank you!”
“You’re very welcome, sweetheart,” Harry answers, pressing a doting kiss to the top of her head.
Lily leaves her father’s embrace, joining you at your side. Reaching up, she tugs a piece of your hair. “Don’t you want Dad to cut your hair?”
Frowning, you reach for the piece recently released from Lily’s fingers. “I suppose I could do with a tidy up. I know I need the ends cutting off.”
“Are you sure you want me to cut your hair?” Harry questions, frown lines appearing on his face. “I know how much you enjoy visiting the hairdressers.”
“That’s because Maureen is a wonder with colours,” You defend before continuing. “It’s just my ends, I don’t mind if you don’t.”
“Anything for you,” Harry states honestly; his famous green eyes shining in earnest.
“Flatterer,” You whisper before taking a seat. “Remember the time I gave you a haircut?” You state after the first lock of your hair meets the tile floor of the kitchen.
“You mean the only time you ever gave me a haircut?” Harry gibes, running a hand through your hair before dropping a kiss to the top of your head. He faces Lily Luna. “I had to walk around Hogwarts with uneven sides before I could make it into Hogsmeade to get it fixed. Your mother chickened out.”
“Because you wouldn’t stop squirming!” You all but cry, thinking back to that moment in time. You had both been sixteen; Voldemort had returned, and the tide was changing, but the war hadn’t started in earnest. You’d both been teenagers, desperate for the other’s attention.
“You wiggle too?” Lily gasps, coming to stand beside Harry, watching as he cut away the ends of your hair, neatening it up.
“He did,” You confirm, reaching for your daughter, putting her on your knee. In the blink of an eye, she would be joining her brother’s at Hogwarts, and it was something you weren’t quite ready for yet. To you, she would always be your youngest, your baby.
The rest of your haircut is filled with inane conversation – what’s the plan for dinner, can we dessert first. It’s filled with the conversations typically reserved for families; the kind to fill time until the next job needs to be done. It’s nice; it’s calming.
It’s as Lily’s recounting a story from the last time she visited the Weasley’s that Harry announces you’re done. Grinning, you run a tentative hand through your hair, already feeling how much lighter it is.
Harry clears his throat, nerves settling in his stomach. “Check it out in the mirror and let me know you what you think.”
Lily follows you down the hallway to the full-length mirror hooked onto the wall at the far end. You do your best not to look until you’re in front of it, but curiosity gets the better of you and you glance up halfway down to find that your husband has done a good job.
“What do you think, Mum? Do you like?” Lily asks quietly, confused on how to take your silence.
“It’s lovely. Your father has done a wonderful job.”
Lily grins widely, showing off her uneven teeth. “Can I go tell him?”
“Of course you can.”
Lily takes off at a run, hollering for her father with every step. Before you follow, you take one last look in the mirror, noting that the haircut, despite not being much, makes you look much younger. It brings back a glimpse of the teenager who fell in love with the chosen one and chose him until the end of their days.
With an indulgent smile, you turn away from the mirror, wandering back down the hallway to where your husband and daughter waits for your verdict.
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Pairing: Sirius Black x Female Reader Word Count: 6.6k Synopsis: Her and Sirius have a complicated relationship and things get even more complicated when they agree to start a fake relationship to get their parents off their back Warnings: genuinely cannot think of anything, except maybe sirius’ photos?
There was just something about Christmas Day that always forced itself to be intertwined with my relationship with Sirius Black.
When we were twelve and I had found out the hard way that I was no exception to him, my anger came boiling over on Christmas Day.
I had on a green dress that my mother had picked out for me and I was standing in the corner with the other children in this society, trying not to make eye contact with Sirius who was in a suit that barely fit him. It was too long and I wasn’t sure what he had done to convince Walburga to let him out of the house looking like that.
I hadn’t spoken to him since before his stupid prank, even if he had relentlessly tried to get me to speak, and I could tell that he was growing frustrated at my silent game.
We were at Black Manor, and Sirius must have felt toocomfortable at his cousin’s house because he came over to us and forced his way through.
This wasn’t unusual Sirius Black behaviour. Usually, everyone would roll their eyes, not even trying to hide it, but I had always taken a step back so he could join in the circle, even if it only took him seconds to get annoyed and walk away.
It was unspoken. The fact that I was usually the one who let him in the circle, but it seemed whether subconsciously or not, everyone knew it was me because Sirius always entered beside me. And just like always, he came next to me, expecting to be welcomed into the circle.
This time, I stood still. I didn’t even turn my head to look at him.
“Surely you’re not all partying without me.” I heard him say, but he was still standing behind me and not everyone heard him as someone else in the circle was speaking.
I could see a few people in front of me averting their gaze to Sirius, but no one said anything.
“Let’s all ignore the Gryffindor,” he continued, “yeah, that’s real original.” I could practically hear him roll his eyes, but I forced my attention onto the person talking.
“Sorry, can we help you?” My head turned to look at Bellatrix who was now staring behind me.
“Apparently not,” I heard him mutter. I could feel his eyes on me. I knew everyone else’s eyes were on him, watching him watch me, but I wasn’t going to give in.
I knew, of course, that they would notice me not paying attention to Sirius. I had been paying attention to him my whole life and the people in front of me were the ones who had been constantly telling me not to hang around him.
“He’s a bad influence,” they’d say. “Who knows what him and his friends get up to.” Or “You’re too nice to be around someone like Sirius Black.”
But I had only ever shrugged in response, which was why when I looked around the group, I noticed that the few eyes who weren’t on Sirius, were on me, watching and waiting to see what I’d do.
I never gave in, and I eventually heard Sirius sigh and walk away. Once he was out of sight, everyone’s eyes turned back to me and I hoped no one would mention it.
When I could no longer handle being under their gaze, my eyes shot down to the floor, and thankfully whoever was speaking before Sirius had interrupted us, began talking again.
I couldn’t really focus on what everyone was saying after that. He had never said it, but I knew Sirius always felt left out around us and I knew it upset him even if he would swear he didn’t care. I also knew that I was the only one he ever really spoke to in this society and that me ignoring him would have really upset him.
But he had really upset me so I pushed it to the back of my mind thinking that somehow, in some weird way, we were even.
I wasn’t sure what would happen next with us. We had fought before plenty of times, we were always getting under each other’s skin. But that was all it was, annoying the other. This time it felt different. This time we might have gone too far.
It wasn’t until later that night when I walked over to the food to get a chocolate dessert that I saw him again. I wasn’t sure where he had gone after I had ignored him, but I also wasn’t trying to find him.
“What’s your problem?” He asked and I quickly turned around to him. At first I wasn’t sure what to do. I had been trying to ignore him for these past few weeks and I wasn’t sure how far this silent game extended. “Oh right,” he rolled his eyes when as I thought about what I’d do, “I forgot you weren’t talking to me.” I frowned. “I forgot I was dealing with the world’s most dramatic person.”
I think he just wanted to get a rise out of me in hopes that I would eventually break my silence, and that was smart, because it worked.
“Well I wouldn’t be so dramatic if you weren’t so inconsiderate,” I snapped.
“Finally,” he mumbled under his breath. “I’m always inconsiderate, I thought you’d be used to it by now.” I wondered if he really didn’t connect his prank to my actions or if he just didn’t want to bring it up.
I opened my mouth to explain it to him. I wanted to tell him how he had humiliated me, how his actions weren’t just inconsiderate, they were cruel, but for some reason I didn’t think he’d understand. And not knowing how to explain that I thought I was some weird exception to him, I decided I’d instead continue to hurt him how he had hurt me.
“You’ve changed,” I said, squinting my eyes at him, trying to muster all the venom I could into my voice.
“Not you too,” he grumbled and for a brief moment, I felt bad. “So what I got sorted into Gryffindor,” he huffed, “it doesn’t mean I’ve changed, it just means I’ve always been different than you.”
I wanted to tell him that his explanation was exactly what I had been telling everyone else in this society, but they just refused to listen, but I didn’t want him to have any feeling of a win in this conversation, so I didn’t.
“Well the Sirius I knew wasn’t mean and cruel,” I said.
“Well maybe you didn’t really know Sirius, did you ever think of that?” He asked, his voice getting louder.
“I did, until you got new blood traitor friends,” I scoffed, but apparently that was the wrong thing to say.
“Don’t bring my friends into this.” His voice got lower and for a moment, I was taken aback. I had always blamed his friends for how he turned out, it hadto be their fault, but I suddenly felt like I was missing something. “At least they accept me for who I am.”
“Sorry for wanting what’s best for you,” I said sarcastically.
“And what’s best for me?” He challenged, “Being accepted in a bunch of blood supremacists who hate everything about me? Just because you’re stuck up like them doesn’t mean I have to be.”
“I’m not stuck up,” I fought weakly.
“Oh you are,” he took a step closer to me and I hated that I wanted to cry. We had fought before, we had annoyed each other until the other person snapped, but we were never mean. “You’re exactly like everyone here, prejudiced, stuck up, and you think I’m mean and cruel?” He let out a harsh laugh. “What about what these people do to innocent wizards? Just because they’re blood isn’t pure.I thought you might be different, but you’re horrible just like everyone else in this room.”
“Well,” I said, biting back my tears, “I’d rather this than your future. You’re lazy and you’re always the loudest person in the room. There’s a reason no one wants you here and it’s not because you’re in Gryffindor, it’s because you’re difficult and annoying.”
I probably would have continued. I could have dug the knife in even deeper and said that everyone was ecstatic when he got sorted into Gryffindor because it meant we wouldn’t have to deal with him in Slytherin. But out of the corner of my eye I saw all of the other kids who I was talking with before watching us. Their eyes open in amusement and the corner of their lips tugging up in a smirk. When my eyes moved to find them, so did Sirius’ and the realisation came over us both that they had heard most of it.
Not knowing what to do, I let out one last final huff and walked back over to them. They welcomed me and turned their back to Sirius. They were smiling at me and laughing and letting out small remarks of praise. And I smiled at them and nodded, but there was a sinking feeling in my stomach that stayed for the rest of the night and followed me all the way back to Hogwarts.
At Hogwarts, Sirius stopped making an effort to try to speak to me and I had already stopped making my effort. He avoided me at all times and when he did accidentally make eye contact with me, he would turn away with a scowl.
But then, our second year ended and during our summer break we were constantly in forced proximity and that was when our silent game finally ended and we moved on to trying to see who could hurt the other the most.
It seemed we didn’t stop this game until Christmas last year, where Sirius tried to help me get out of my arranged marriage by offering to fake date me. I think that was one of the nicest things he had ever done for me.
While it was only our parents who knew it was all fake and everyone else thought that everything between us was real, it still felt like this Christmas, a year later, was the first time everyone would see me on Sirius Black’s arm.
I was slightly nervous. I had already done it before, but this time I had a wrecked proposal and a public breakup lingering in the air and I was scared about what people were going to say. Or what they already were saying.
But at the moment, I was more nervous about the death contraption buzzing in front of me.
“C’mon princess,” Sirius yelled over the engine, “we’re going to be late.” It was turning dark outside even if it was only the beginning of the evening. The cold weather had made the sky gloomy and dark and that along with the cold chill in the air made me think that this was a bad omen.
I couldn’t believe that I had agreed to do this. I was standing outside Grimmauld Place, freezing my ass off, and wrapping his stupid leather jacket tighter around my body to fight the cold. I was sure that the smell of cigarette smoke and wet dog was permanently etched on this jacket, but now, my perfume was trying to fight it off.
“I can’t get on,” I whined, causing him to chuckle at me. He was wearing a suit that actually fit him. I commented on it when I arrived, impressed that he actually looked good for once and I couldn’t help but feel giddy when he told me he got the house elves to tailor them for him. Maybe I was having a good effect on him.
But that didn’t mean he always listened to me. I had told him that this would be a horrible idea, but here we still were.
“You know what?” He had asked me in early December. He was over at my house while I got ready for us to go out for dinner. It was afternoon and the clouds outside made it look dark, but my light illuminated the room.
“What?” I asked, wanting him to humour me. I was sitting at my dresser, looking at him through the mirror.
“We should arrive to the Christmas celebration on my motorbike,” he said, as if this was the best idea he had ever had.
I laughed.
Sirius gave me a mock offended look and I walked over to stand in front of him.
“I’m serious,” he said and when I opened my mouth to say the obvious joke, he raised an eyebrow at me. I smiled up innocently at him instead.
“It’ll be cold,” I pointed out.
“You can wear my jacket,” he argued.
“I can’t get on with a dress,” I explained.
“Well then wear something else,” he said. I gave him an unimpressed look. I had had my dress prepared for weeks now and there was no way I was going to be changing it at such late notice, especially not for something as trivial as this.
“We’ll see,” I said, hoping that Sirius would forget it and we could just apparate there normally.
But, of course, this was Sirius Black and he didn’t forget.
“It’s not my fault you didn’t wear the proper attire,” he shot back and I sighed.
“You owe me,” I mumbled before dropping my arms and reaching out for the helmet in his hand. “This is going to ruin my hair,” I complained. He laughed.
“You’ll still be the prettiest girl there,” he said and I frowned at him as I put the helmet on.
“Don’t watch me,” I said. He was still laughing but he turned around as I bunched my dress up to give me enough stretch so I could step over.
I was wearing a long, emerald velvet dress that was tight fitted and really put up a fight as I tried to get my legs over the seat. My heels made it awkward for me to put my feet down, but I was glad I had worn gloves otherwise my hands would have surely frozen off by now.
I cursed Sirius for making me do this tonight. Any other night I still would have complained, but at least people wouldn’t have to see me in the aftermath.
When I was finally comfortable I realised just how little room there was on his bike. My nose was almost in contact with his back and my chest was squished up against it.
“Are you ready?” He asked, revving the engine and turning his head slightly back so I could hear him.
“I guess so,” I said, my voice louder than usual so he could hear me.
“Hold on tight, princess.” I could basically hear the smirk in his voice and knowing that he couldn’t see me, I rolled my eyes at him, but I still wrapped my arms gingerly around his waist before he sped off.
Immediately I held on tighter. I wanted nothing more than to scream, but I knew that Sirius would tease me about it later so instead I brought myself closer to him and hid my face in his back. The helmet hit it awkwardly, but he didn’t seem to mind.
I knew he would also bring this up as soon as we got to Crabbe Manor. “You were holding on awfully tight, princess.” I could already hear him say.
His back was vibrating against my cheek and the cold air made me lose feeling on the tip of my nose. My hair was flying behind me and for a brief moment, I didn’t mind it. Sirius wasn’t a horrible driver and I didn’t mind how fast my heart was racing. It was almost fun.
Not that I’d ever tell him that.
When we came to a stop he turned his head and asked, “enjoying yourself?” I pulled my head up from his back and smiled.
“No,” I lied and I felt his tummy rumble underneath my palms before we started moving again.
Fortunately, Crabbe Manor wasn’t too far and with no one else on the road on such a late and cold night, we only stopped again when we finally arrived.
I was breathing heavily when he finally turned the bike off and now that it was quiet, I realised how tense I had become. I relaxed on Sirius for a brief second before I lifted myself off and took the helmet off.
He copied my actions and took the helmet from me while I tried to fix my hair.
“So,” he said, “thoughts?”
“I prefer apparation,” I said, giving him a sarcastic look and wrapping my arms around my chest once more to try and hold onto the small amount of heat that had transferred to me from holding onto Sirius so tightly.
“C’mon,” he whined, “it wasn’t that bad,” he said as he attached the helmet back onto his bike.
“It was freezing,” I complained.
“Is that why you were holding on so tight?” He teased, raising an eyebrow at me and causing me to scoff at him.
“Of course,” I said as if it was obvious.
“Sure, princess.”
He put his arm out once he finished with the bike and I glanced at it for a brief second before I smiled up at him and took it. He was already looking down at me when I grabbed onto him.
His jacket creased underneath our touch and I found it humorous that this was very similar to the way we had entered last Christmas when we had organised our little charade.
Even if we knew that the first time wasn’t real, everyone else thought it was. Not that they’d know it was for real now either. But this time, there was the knowledge of our very public break up, and then the fact that I refused a respectable marriage only to run back into the arms of the least respectable person I knew hanging over everyone’s head.
I hadn’t told Sirius that I was feeling nervous about this because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but he seemed to be able to read my mind.
“It’s going to be okay, yeah?” I turned to look at him, expecting to see him grinning or looking desperate as he tried to calm my woe, but instead he looked sincere and that made me feel confident that he was telling the truth.
When we walked in, I was in awe, as usual. The Crabbe’s had gone all out for the infamous celebration with trees covered in fake snow that were charmed to fall down so it looked like it was snowing. There were large ornaments hanging from the ceiling and the walls and there was tinsel on all surfaces. The house elves were wearing Santa hats and there was cheerful music playing in the background. Sirius gave my hand a squeeze.
“It’s all right,” he said, “I guess.” I turned to roll my eyes at him and give him an unimpressed look, but before I could his mother was standing in front of us. However, I still caught his cheeky grin and sly wink.
“Darling,” she said, grabbing my upper arm that wasn’t attached to Sirius’ side, “I’m so glad you got here in one piece.” The fabric of his jacket creased under her touch as her eyes darted between Sirius and I. She looked flush as if she had been stressed and I knew it was because she hated the motorbike just as much as I did.
“Please mother,” Sirius said, “I’m a good driver.”
“It’s not you,” she said as if she had had this argument a thousand times. I had no doubt that she had. But before she could continue, my mother had found us and was standing next to Walburga.
“You two finally made it,” she said. I let out a nervous chuckle, we weren’t that late. And besides, I guess it was my fault. Maybe if I hadn’t shown up late to Sirius’ in hopes he would choose the much faster method of apparation instead of his bike, we would have been here on time, but I knew my mother also wasn’t a fan of motorbikes and I thought it best not to bring it up.
“Had to make an entrance,” I mumbled and I could see Sirius grinning out of the corner of my eye.
“So,” Walburga said, her lips thinning as she looked at us both, “this time it is for real?” Her voice was hopeful and I smiled at her before turning to smile up at Sirius. He was already grinning down at me.
“Yeah,” we both said at the same time, looking at the other.
“Oh wonderful,” Walburga said, bringing her hands together in front of her chest, “I don’t think I’d be able to deal with getting my heart broken again,” she said dramatically as if she was a part of our public breakup.
“And I don’t think I’d be able to deal with any more time wasted,” my mother added. There was a smile on her face and I was struggling to tell the sincerity of it.
“And now we can finally have you over,” Walburga gushed.
“Of course,” I said, “that would be wonderful.”
“And I guess we’ll have you over too, Sirius.” She still had that smile on her face and I was so happy that I decided it was better than nothing.
“I can’t wait,” he said. I looked over at his side profile. He was smiling and when he felt me look at him he turned to me and our mothers excused themselves, leaving us by ourselves.
“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d kiss you,” he whispered and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“You’ll just have to wait,” I whispered back, happy that he remembered my distaste for public displays of affection. But maybe, I would have made an exception for him, if it wasn’t for the voice of a third, interrupting our short moment.
“I can’t believe you two pulled this off.” Our heads both snapped to Regulus Black standing in front of us.
“What, because you didn’t catch on?” Sirius asked, and I laughed.
“How did you even find out?” I asked.
“I have my ways,” he shrugged, “and I had my doubts about this,” he motioned between us, “at the beginning, but then you kissed on New Years Eve and I didn’t think you’d give up your first kiss to my brother so I didn’t really know what to believe” He took a sip of his champagne and I gave him an exasperated look.
“Sorry,” I scoffed, “how did you know I hadn’t had my first kiss.” He finished his champagne in one more sip before shrugging.
“I told you, I have my ways.” Sirius laughed, but I still wore a look of confusion as I tried to figure out how Regulus knew so much.
“You both hated each other,” he continued, “so I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I thought Sirius would ruin it with his philandering ways.” He waved his hand nonchalantly and I laughed, allowing Sirius his turn to frown.
“She could have ruined it as well,” Sirius said, reminding me of a child with the whine in his voice.
“Really?”
“Really?” Regulus and I asked at the same time, turning to give him a look. I raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled sheepishly at me, ignoring Regulus’ look of disbelief and amusement.
“So who caused the big scene at the engagement?” He teased and Sirius and I both gave him an unimpressed look. “That’s the couple I knew.” He was laughing, but Sirius and I weren’t. “Oh well,” he sighed, “at least you got a romantic first kiss out of it.”
“We didn’t even kiss,” Sirius said a little too proudly but then he shot me a look and he looked fearful about how I would react, but I smiled at him and he relaxed.
“What do you mean?” Regulus asked.
“We didn’t kiss.” I confirmed and I could practically see Regulus think.
“No,” he said, “I saw you kiss.”
“You thought you saw us kiss,” Sirius corrected. Regulus squinted his eyes at him questioningly.
“So your first kiss was with Nott, then?” I wanted to tell him a lot of things. Firstly, I wanted to tell him that he was weird for knowing all of this, and then I wanted to yell at him for saying such a stupid and inappropriate thing.
Before I did either of those, I turned to meet Sirius’ gaze, but I stopped once I saw the way his eyebrows were furrowed together and the edges of his lips were curved down.
“Uh, yeah,” I said awkwardly instead, clearing my throat. Regulus smirked at the awkward tension he had created.
“Alright,” he sighed, grabbing a glass of champagne from a server walking by, “you two behave.” He pointed at us with the hand his glass was in before walking away.
I turned to face Sirius.
“I never thought about Nott being your first kiss,” he said and I sighed, not really wanting to have this conversation. .
“You didn’t know I hadn’t had my first kiss,” I said. “It’s fine, you’ll be my last kiss.” I gave him a cheesy grin, but there was still a small grimace on his face. “If it makes you feel any better,” I continued, trying to make him feel better, “I hated every second of it.” He gave me an unconvinced look, but he must not have wanted me to feel like I had to make him feel better because when I said, “I promise,” he chuckled and said, “sure, it’s fine.”
So, foolishly, I continued. “He kissed me and I didn’t even know he was going to kiss me and I went home and cried for the rest of night.” He looked taken aback once I finished my little rant and frowned once more before replying to me.
“That makes me feel worse, actually.” He was looking down at me and I was looking up at him, and even though our conversation wasn’t necessarily a happy one, I couldn’t stop the grin from forming on my face and it seemed neither could Sirius.
We stood like that for a moment before I broke the silence.
“I guess we should go around and greet everyone now.” He gave me a small nod.
“The only reason I want to is so I can call you my girlfriend.” I rolled my eyes at him but took his hand regardless as we made our way around the room.
I thought Sirius and I together would be something that people wouldn’t be able to look away from. I knew word had gotten out quickly that we were back together after his birthday, but it seemed barely anyone was paying attention to us and I seemed to relax as people smiled at us and greeted us politely.
When the Parkinson’s excused themselves from our conversation Sirius and I turned to each other and smiled.
For a moment, everything felt right. I had forgotten about all of the stressful situations he had put me in throughout my life and I was overwhelmed with joy that we had finally made it.
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Once the party was over and everyone had enough cheer in them to last them until the next celebration, I went over to my parents who were waiting to apparate away.
“Is it okay if I go over to Sirius’?” I asked and my mother gave me a weary look.
“Are you sure about this?” She asked, but I knew she really wanted to know if I was sure about him.
“I’m sure,” I confirmed and she gave me a small nod.
“Alright,” she said, “but don’t come home too late.” She pulled me in for a hug and I relaxed in her arms. Everything was going just a little too well, but I didn’t want to stop and dwell on it in case the feeling stopped.
When I finished saying goodbye I walked back to Sirius who was waiting for me with a smile on his face and I reached out to grab his hand.
“Think you’ll survive on the bike again, princess?” He asked, a teasing glint in his eye.
“I’ll just hold on really tight,” I replied sarcastically, a matching look in my eye as I turned and laughed at him.
He gave me his helmet and turned away as I situated myself on the bike, I was glad that no one else was around to watch me do so. With his leather jacket still on me, I wrapped my arms around his tummy once more and this time, when he turned the engine on I didn’t flinch, and when he finally sped off, I buried my face into his back and smiled.
It was the Christmas present I needed yet didn’t know I wanted. The present, of course, being Sirius. It was a weird thought to think that of all the things Sirius and I had gone through to get to this point, it felt that we had always been like this or maybe that it should have always been like this. Really, it just felt right.
We had overcome so much, our past, our bickering, my almost arranged marriage. I wondered if I would ever stop feeling embarrassed about my rejection. At least now I had someone on my arm to distract myself and everyone else from it. And it appeared so did Tiberius.
He had arrived with a young girl on his arm and I wondered if she was in a similar situation to what I was in not long ago. She was a few years younger than me and she was in Slytherin, but she wasn’t part of our society. But I hoped they were happy. I was happy.
The stars were shining above us and when I rested the side of my head on Sirius’ back I could see the moon illuminating the side of the road. The bike vibrated against our bodies and I sighed happily.
Soon enough we were back at Grimmauld Place and as we both got off of the bike, I passed my helmet to Sirius before we made our way inside. His parents and Regulus had already arrived home, but they were in their bedrooms I imagined as they were nowhere to be seen.
I followed Sirius up to his room, our hands intertwined as he stretched his arm out behind him and I stretched mine out in front to hold his as the stairs only allowed one of us to fit at a time.
I followed him in and he turned on the light. His room was clean. There were only a few misplaced trinkets on the surfaces, but it was much cleaner than when I came over on Father’s Day. He must have cleaned it, knowing I was coming, and that made me feel giddy inside.
I hadn’t been up to Sirius’ room since Father’s Day even though I had been over to his house numerous times. It seemed Walburga just couldn’t bear to leave us alone and I knew it was just because she was happy we were finally together. And of course, how much she loved me played a big part in it.
The light made the room shine a hazy yellow and as I took in his room I let out a noise of surprise.
“You took those stupid photos off,” I exclaimed as I walked over to his mirror that no longer had the half-naked women on motorbikes attached to it.
“You’ve barely walked into my room,” he laughed and I turned to face him.
“They’re always the first thing I notice.” I scrunched my face up in disgust at him and he walked over a to me, a mischievous smile on his face.
“I have a new photo now,” he smirked. I froze at his comment knowing what photo he was referring to. I gave him a weary look but he only gave me a cocky grin in return.
“I can’t believe I thought it was a good idea to give it to you,” I laughed awkwardly, completely embarrassed by it.
“I’m glad you did,” he teased and I rolled my eyes at him.
“Is your mother happy they’re gone?” I asked moving past him so I could sit on his bed. My feet were hurting from my shoes and I didn’t want to be standing up longer than what was needed.
“Ecstatic,” he murmured, “think she almost had a heart attack when she saw they were gone.” I laughed at him as he made his way over to sit next to me.
He was grinning down at me and I was smiling up at him, letting the backs of my leg hit his bed frame.
We sat in silence for a moment before his face lit up and he immediately got up and went to a corner in his room.
“I obviously need to replace them,” he said as he found what he was looking for, “but I don’t think my mother would be too fond of the photo you supplied me with no matter how much she loves you.” He had whatever he had found behind his back and I gave him a confused look as he continued, standing in front of me. “So, let’s replace it.” He pulled out his muggle camera from behind his back and I laughed as he sat back down next to me and gave me a questioning look, waiting for my answer.
“Good idea,” I murmured as I let my head fall into his neck. I put my hand on his chest and grinned as he held it up.
“Say ‘I love Sirius,’” he said and I chuckled as the flash went off. “You didn’t say it,” he pouted as he brought the camera back down to his lap as we waited for the photo to process.
“I love Sirius,” I said slowly, enunciating my words as I looked up at him.
“Better,” he said, “and I love you, princess.” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and I melted into his touch, leaning on his shoulder as we waited for the image to process.
When it did, I immediately loved it.
“It’s perfect,” I said. Our hair was both a little messy from our bike ride, as it seemed neither of us had bothered to fix it, but our smiles were so big that it didn’t even bother me.
“It is,” Sirius murmured and he stood up to go and place it where those otherphotos had once resided.
“So,” I said, crossing my legs on top of his bed and getting comfortable. “Presents?” We hadn’t had a chance to give each other our gifts as I had spent all morning getting ready and when I arrived at Grimmauld Place, there wasn’t enough time to open them considering we were getting there by motorbike. Even if I tried to convince Sirius to apparate so we could do presents beforehand, he was having none of it.
Sirius had put them in his room just before we left and he walked over to his desk and brought them over.
“You first,” he said, handing me my gift.
I reached out to get the tiny bag and I opened it slowly. It seemed the only thing that could fit in there was jewellery and I hoped it was, but I had a feeling that whatever it was, I would love it.
On top was a note and I took it out to read it.
“You know,” I said, “I’m insanely jealous of your handwriting.”
“Why?” He asked, a small smile forming on his lips.
“Because it’s immaculate and I know you don’t even try.” He gave me a confused look so I continued, “and it’s better than mine.” He laughed.
“I’ll write horribly from now on so yours will always be better,” he said.
“Thank you,” I grinned and started reading his note.
Princess
Merry Christmas.
I think Christmas Day has always been an important part of our relationship. But this is the one I will cherish the most. I cannot wait to spend many more Christmas’ with you and make them even better.
Love, Sirius xx
I cooed at his words and he smiled at me as I placed the note next to me and pulled out a tiny box.
“If you don’t like it, you can change it or-” he continued, but I was quick at unwrapping the ribbon tied around it and let out a noise of delight when I saw the shiny ring inside. “I love it,” I exclaimed, taking it out of the box and trying it on.
“I hope it fits,” he mumbled and as I found the right finger for it I turned my hand around so he could look at it.
“It’s beautiful,” I said. He was sitting on his bed with his legs still hanging over the side and I put my weight on my knees as I leant over to kiss his cheek. “But you really didn’t have to buy me something so expensive.” I gave him a look and he laughed. I knew how much this ring would have cost him and I felt bad, I didn’t want him to think he had to spend lots on me.
“Okay,princess,” he said, emphasising his nickname for me, “I can take it back then?” He had a cheeky smile on his face as he took my hand in his and I flexed my fingers so he was holding onto my fingertips and the ring was facing him.
“But it looks so nice on me, don’t you think?” I gave him an innocent look and he pretended to think about it.
“I guess,” he mumbled and I snatched my hand away from his.
“Open yours now,” I said, and he took the bag from me.
He read my note and put it aside before taking out the lump of fabric in the bag. He held it up so he could see it all.
“It’s a leather jacket,” I explained, “but a much nicer one than this one.” I said, referring to the one that was currently still wrapped around me. “I know this one is special,” I said, “but you can wear this one to more fancy events.” I didn’t want him to think that I was trying to replace the one I was still wearing. I understood sentimental value, this leather jacket had obviously gone through a lot. It looked like it had gone through a lot. It was tattered and old and it had some odd smells associated with it which was why it just wasn’t appropriate for every occasion, so I had bought him a much nicer jacket that he could wear and look nice in, while still keeping some of his style.
“I love it,” he said.
“Really?” I asked, not knowing if he was just trying to make me feel better.
“Really,” he confirmed, standing up and trying it on. He looked at himself in the mirror and I grinned. “It’s perfect.” I stood up with him so we were both in the mirror.
“We’re matching,” I giggled and he turned around to get the muggle camera on his bed before turning it to the mirror and taking a photo of us.
“To add to my collection,” he said as we waited for it to process. When it finally developed and he stuck it on the wall he turned to me and held onto my wrists. I moved them so my hands were in his and our fingers were intertwined.
“I can’t believe we’re here,” he whispered.
“Me neither,” I whispered back.
“I love you,” he murmured, bringing his head down to kiss the top of my forehead. I sighed contentedly.
Having dinner on the balcony of his condo seems like the ideal, fairytale evening only someone like him could offer. The two of you sitting so close after your meal to keep warm in the breeze has your heart fluttering, the heat rushing to your cheeks. He’s more than a gentleman when he removes his coat with a shrug of his shoulders, wrapping it around you with nothing but care and adoration in his eyes, eyes sparkling brighter than the stars in the sky. Blushing, you thank him while sipping your wine and you’re not sure how many glasses you’ve had when you’re so lost in his love and wrapped up in him.
The view of the city from his balcony is breathtaking, and you comment on the fact, but he finds it difficult to focus when he can only remind himself how beautiful you look in the dress trimmed in black lace he picked out just for you. The weight of his gaze has you blushing all over again, though you’ve experienced this exact evening with him hundreds of times and somehow he always manages to make it feel like the first.
“You look incredible tonight,” he leans over to whisper in your ear, a chill running down your spine from his deep voice so close to make you weak in the knees. The two of you have left the table for his staff to clear while you cling to the railing with one hand, wine glass cupped in the other. He stands behind you, arms wrapped around your waist to make sure you’re warm, and there’s no way you couldn’t be when he’s so close. “I love this dress on you.”
“What? This old thing?” you tease, earning a chuckle and kiss against your jaw when his lips begin to roam. Never mind that he had it ordered and sent to you only hours ago – something he does when he wants to be spontaneous with his surprises. And there are never enough of those when it comes to you, according to him.
“You know where it would look great?” he asks, hands falling from your waist to grip your hips, mouth lowering to your neck to earn goosebumps with every single kiss.
“On your bedroom floor?” you reply, only half-jokingly but the thought does send warmth flooding throughout your body.
“Well, I was going to say at this boring dinner I have to attend next week where I would like you to accompany me,” he informs you, “but I do like the way you think.”
Suddenly, he turns your body to face him. In the midst of the abrupt motion, you’re not sure if it’s the wine or coming so close to his lips that leaves you light-headed, but you ignore the rush for now as he leans closer. His soft, warm lips against your own soothes the dizziness in seconds, deepening the kiss in a moment’s notice as your hand rises to wrap fingers around his neck. The action earns a groan against your skin with his body pressing against your own to allow you to feel the excitement of being so close and having you in his arms.
When he pulls away, you can’t help but to gulp as the blood rushes to your head once again upon seeing his eyes darken with desire, licking his lips to savor the taste of you on his skin. And all it takes is one nod of his head and a slip of your hand in his to signal where the night is headed.
As you make your way from the balcony to head inside, you’re glad you left your heels by the door in fear of stumbling as he guides you. Your legs quiver, from his kiss and from the alcohol, so unsteady in moments and it doesn’t take long for him to notice.
“Too much wine?” he teases you, pausing to press a hand to the small of your back to keep you upright. A smirk forms on his lip as warmth rushes to your face, feeling embarrassed you might have gotten carried away, but it’s always so easy to let loose with him.
“I, uh, yes!” Then you giggle, trying to form words but you only ever realize how tipsy you are when it’s too late. His smile widens with a shake of his head, continuing to drag you through the large living room on ice cold, wooden floors chilling your bare feet. As you make your way down the long hallway, passing room after room you’re not even sure what he uses them for, the dizziness turns into drowsiness, barely being able to keep your balance while he pulls you along.
Relief floods you the moment you’re in his spacious bedroom, finding comfort in his bed against the soft, white and gray duvet once he guides you to have a seat. Watching as he tugs the buttons on his sleeves before beginning to roll them to his elbows warms your body twice as much, even though the alcohol electrifying every inch of you already has you so hot… and suddenly sleepy.
Your eyes flutter, though not from need or desire, but from the effects of one too many glasses of wine. Biting your lip, you try to focus on him as he reaches behind you, exhaling softly once he unzips the back of your dress.
“You know,” he says, fingers gripping the lacey straps to ease them down your shoulders, “you’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”
Your back hits the soft, cool duvet a second later, struggling to keep your eyes open while he peels the dress from your body, folding it once before setting it against the matching, white bench at the foot of the bed. He leaves you in white, lace lingerie he’s also gifted you the same afternoon, biting his lip as he takes in the sight of you, but it quickly turns innocent as he pulls the covers back before assisting you in resting your head against the pillow.
“And you’re cute when you’re… cute,” you babble, causing him to laugh softly and shake his head.
Soon, he has you all bundled up beneath the blankets, so warm and so close to drifting off to sleep. A kiss against your forehead urges you to give in to the sleepiness, and his hand caressing your back eases all the tension from your body to have you succumbing to a peaceful dreamland.
Even if it’s not the way you expected to end such a fairytale evening, you can’t help but to think he is still your prince charming.
