wizardimagines:

angst
1. i know i’ve hurt you
2. i saw you with him
3. everything has been reminding me of you
4. i don’t want to let you go 
5. i’m no good for you
6. don’t lie to me
7. you really made me believe you were mine
8. stop pushing me away
9. you haven’t even looked at me for days
10. who have you been with?
11. no one could ever take my place
12. i hate you, don’t you dare leave me
13. i just want you to be happy
14. is this it? just like that?
15. you’re lying and you know i know
16. is this the last time i’ll see your face?
17. was there ever something i could’ve done?
18. i want you back
19. i’ve been waiting for you my whole life
20. you said you’d never let me go
21. i gave you every piece of me
22. i’m not afraid of you anymore
23. i’ve learnt to live without you
 24. can’t you see what you’ve done
25. please just leave me alone
26. what’s the point?
27. why do you keep bringing this up?
28. do you ever think of me while fucking her?

fluff/random
29. are you jealous?
30. please hold my hand 
31. have you ever kissed anyone before? 
32. are you even real?
33. you’re my person
34. stop interrupting me!
35. i have an idea
36. do you want to spend the night?
37. stay here tonight
38. you look absolutely amazing
39. i can’t sleep
40. can i kiss you now? 
41. am i doing this right?
42. come cuddle
 43. is that blood?
44. are we on a date right now?
45. we’re not just friends and you know it
46. i can’t breath
47. well this is awkward
48. what did you do this time?
49. that’s too sappy, you’re making me want to vomit
50. are you in detention? again? 

i’ll be updating my prompt list tomorrow ! please feel free to send me some requests in the meantime, i always love doing these . <3

my good girl, draco x reader

pairing: draco malfoy x reader
word count: 1,1k
summary: when draco catches harry potter flirting with you, he doesn’t take it too well.
a/n: this is kind of a full version of this headcanon , it’s definitely not the best and i could’ve done a way better job but i kinda just wrote this so i could get rid of my writers block and i feel like i have other imagines waiting for me that i should prioritize right now . i hope u guys enjoy this small angsty, kind of smutty (?? not really) imagine tho !! <3
warnings: kind of smutty, might be some writing errors

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There was no one Draco Malfoy despised more than Harry Potter himself, and he wasn’t exactly keeping it a secret. Draco had been at Harry’s neck ever since the first day he saw the boy, there was something about him Draco just couldn’t stand. Everyone knew that it was purely because Harry had everything Draco had ever wanted, but Draco would never admit that. So instead his hate for Potter just grew more and more for each day that passed.

And there was no one Draco loved more than you, his girlfriend. Or he didn’t know if you actually were his girlfriend yet, but he surely knew he loved you and had for a long time. You started seeing Draco at the start of the sixth year, even though you had known him since your first year at Hogwarts. He never thought much of you, he never really said anything to you or even paid much attention to you. Until he got paired up with you in one of your classes, leading to him falling head over heels for you; wanting to be with you every second of the day. Draco wasn’t sure if you two were a couple yet, as you two did all the things couples would do; sleep together at night, cuddle and most importantly, have sex.

The blond boy walked into the great hall, ready to eat breakfast as his eyes searched the room for you. He spotted you sitting at your usual spot, waiting for him, just like you had done every morning. A small smile spread across Draco’s lips as he saw you talking to someone, being too busy with staring at your lips moving as you spoke to even look who you were talking to. But as he got closer, he quickly realized who it was. ‘’Potter,’’ The words left his lips, the small smile disappearing completely as he furrowed his eyebrows.

This was the last thing Draco wanted to see. He had never seen Harry speak to you before, so why was he talking to you all of a sudden? ‘’So you’re in the same charms class as me, right?’’ Harry asked with a smile on his lips as you nodded. ‘’Right!’’ You answered, smiling back at him. Harry had approached you just a couple of minutes earlier, asking if he could sit down for a minute. You had no problem with him whatsoever, so of course, you let him sit down next to you. ‘’I thought I’d seen you before,’’ He continued. ‘’It’s kind of hard to miss you, if you know what I mean.’’ His ears turned red as he spoke, clearly embarrassed. You had heard the rumors going around school, that Harry Potter wasn’t the best with girls; and at this point, you couldn’t help but laugh. ‘’I’m just going to assume that’s a compliment,’’ You laughed as the brown-haired boy next to you rubbed his neck. ‘’Oh, yeah, it was! It really was,’’ He stuttered, still embarrassed. ‘’I didn’t come over here to make a fool of myself though,’’ He chuckled, avoiding eye contact.

‘’Don’t be silly! Thank you for complimenting me.’’ You gave him a warm smile, letting him know it was okay. A small smile spread on Harry’s lips as he looked up at you, opening his mouth to speak. But before a word could leave his mouth, his smile dropped. You furrowed your eyebrows as his gaze turned to something behind you, his eyes big. ‘’Well,’’ A familiar voice said behind you, causing you to turn around to identify who the voice was coming from. ‘’I see you’ve taken a liking to my girl, Potter?’’ Draco spat, placing one of his large hands on your shoulder. ‘’Draco,’’ You let out, the words my girl surprising you. You could tell the words had surprised Harry just as much, as he couldn’t form another sentence. Harry would usually be rather quick when it came to talking back to Draco, but this time he was left completely quiet. ‘’Can I have a word with you, Y/N?’’ Draco asked, still looking at Harry who was still sitting next to you. You quickly nodded as you stood him, immediately being pulled away by the blond boy.

As you reached the empty Slytherin common room, all the other students eating breakfast which left you two alone, Draco pulled you in by the waist. ‘’So,’’ He muttered, breathing down your neck. ‘’Do I really have to show you who you belong to?’’ He whispered, pressing a kiss onto your neck, making your whole body shiver. ‘’You called my your girl,’’ You whimpered as he softly pressed another kiss onto your sensitive skin. Draco let out a small hum as he continued to press small kisses down your neck. ‘’Are you jealous?’’ You let out, causing Draco to freeze. You stood there, completely frozen as you were scared of what his next move would be. Instead, he just continued kissing down your neck, now slightly sucking on the sensitive skin. ‘’I just think Potter needs to learn how to stay in his place.’’ He mumbled against your skin, causing you to let out a small moan as you wrapped your arms around his neck; pulling you closer to him. He kissed up your jawline, his lips eventually meeting yours.

The kiss was rough. Your lips moved together perfectly as he just pulled you closer to him, his hands finding their way under your shirt as he grabbed onto your cold skin. Your hands found their way towards his blond hair, tugging at it; causing Draco to let out a small grunt as he kissed you even harder. At this point, you could feel his hard-on rub against the material of your clothes, making you wetter and wetter.

He grabbed your throat as he pulled away, making you groan as you never wanted him to pull away. ‘’How about,’’ He mumbled, looking down your body; admiring your figure. ‘’You show me who you belong to?’’ He said, looking back up at you. His eyes were filled with lust, making you weak at your knees as you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you. ‘’How do I do that?’’ You asked, causing a chuckle to leave Draco’s lips. ‘’Get down on those pretty knees for me love.’’ The very same moment the words left his lips, you dropped to your knees. You looked up at him, a smirk forming on his face as he stroked your hair. ‘’You’re such a good girl, my good girl.’’

‘Cause I knew everything when I was young
I knew I’d curse you for the longest time

sirius, remus, marlene and dorcas would be marauders era stans & lily, james, peter, alice and mary would be golden trio era stans

the marauders search history.

peter:

• 10 cool things rats can do
• how to be the coolest friend
• my friend got disowned what do i do
• magic chess board blue
• am i a squib

remus:

• am i gay
• how gay am i
• how to call someone when you’re at hogwarts
• david bowie
• how to fix broken walls
• the sirius star
• sirius black images

james:

• does she hate or love me
• prank ideas
• chrismas gifts
• how to deal with homophobes
• do i have a crush on my best friends brother
• shipmaker

sirius:

• am i gay
• daddy issues by the neighborhood
• david bowie
• how to sneak a record player into my house
• i like my best friend what do i do
• how to kiss a boy
• how hot/cool am i

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Being a Hufflepuff and Sirius Black’s child when he escapes from Azkaban would involve:

• You’re sitting with your friends on the Hufflepuff table when you hear the news, and you have a sinking feeling in your gut.
• Your mother, although weren’t particularly close with her, had told you of parentage and who your father was. She personally never believed he was guilty, but also told you not to tell anyone who your father was because she knew the world wasn’t ready to hear the truth and wouldn’t believe you.
• Being friends with Harry, and hearing the rumours that Sirius is out to get Harry.
• Not wanting to believe the rumours about your father and how he’s gone crazy, and is dangerous. 
• Meeting him when he comes for Peter Pettigrew.
• Him being in shock that he has a child because your mother never told him of her pregnancy.
• [“Sirius, please, I’m your child, I just want to help-”
• “-M-my child?”
  
• “Yes… I- I didn’t know if you knew… My mother is [M/N], you were seeing her during the way before… before you were arrested.”
  
• “Oh… I-”
  
• “-I’m not expecting anything, I just… I wanted you to know you had someone on your side.”]
  
• Helping him escape along with Harry and Hermione.
• Hating to say good bye to your father because you’ve only just bonded to him, but knowing he has to leave for his own safety.

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1000 Follower Celebration

How in the fuck did I get here?

Honestly, thank y'all so much for 1000 I never expected that I would even get 100. So for the next two weeks, with some limits, (mentioned in my intro and master list post) I will write any imagine, blurb, headcanon, or oneshot that you send in a request for (Monday 2nd to Sunday 15th). I will also maybe accept asks or ideas for full fics with multiple chapters. So ask away!

I’m also going to update my master list so everything from the kink game and my previous fics will be on there by the end of the week and easily accessible.

Hermione, Fleur, and Angelina have a nearly unbreakable bond between them as Weasley wives. It goes beyond family to dip into real friendship, and beyond friendship because it is wrapped up and rooted in family. There’s a fair amount of dependence upon each other in there, too, as none of them could imagine either Weasleyhood or motherhood alone. 

They could not be more different from each other, but somehow Hermione’s nerve, Fleur’s authority, and Angelina’s x-ray intuition complement each other perfectly. They know that one day, they’ll be the ones carrying the family, shaping the future for their children and grandchildren, and holding everyone’s secrets close to their chests. One day, the family will depend upon them as much as the three of them depend on each other. 

When the art of getting-out-of-trouble involved the confidence and grace of doing exactly what they were supposed to be doing at any given moment, James was the talker. He’s stand in front of the other Marauders, cool as you please, and explain to Professor McGonagall, or Slughorn, or Madame Pomfery, or even Filch that they had a perfect right to be where they were. 

When the art of getting-out-of-trouble involved camaraderie and the invocation of the fact that the boys and whoever towered over them with an arched eyebrow were on the same side, and were in fact, friends,Professor, don’t you remember that time?, there was no one better than Sirius at getting them out of tight spots. 

When the art of getting-out-of-trouble involved a subtle challenge of authority, and an iron-clad literal understanding of the rules, it was up to Remus to explain why it wasn’t reallyafter hours, was it, professor?

When the art of getting-out-of-trouble involved seamlessly creating a sob story in which they were the most sympathetic of protagonists, Peter was their man. He knew how to use Remus’s “condition” or Sirius’s “family situation” or the budding war, or even missing supper to their advantage. It worked nearly every time, and saved them from more detentions than it should have. 

After a few years of experience, the boys began to excel at knowing which of their various expertise would be needed at any given moment, and at stepping forward when it was their moment. 

Cho Chang’s psychology training from the Muggle university was what gave her an illuminating life purpose. After several years in therapy, she knew that she had to gather that same knowledge, had to find a way to give clarity to others. Her war-hero status makes it easy to get the Ministry to arrange her position as Muggle among students with her same passion. 

She learns about the human mind, heart, and soul, and ways to deal with the complicated processes that happen there. Every new thing she learns seems to get her closer and closer to being able to help people. By the time she’s a certified psychiatrist, her path seems so clear she wonders how she didn’t see it before. 

She wants desperately to work at Hogwarts, caring for students’ minds alongside those caring for their bodies. How could she set up in her beloved Hogsmeade, or in the ward at St. Mungo’s with a whole school of children who need her, who need someone to draw the tangled darkness from their minds and hearts the way no one had for her? It wasn’t fair to leave the adolescents of the wizarding world without care for their psyches - it hadn’t been fair to Cho, and it certainly wasn’t fair now that they were living and learning on the grounds of the bloodiest battle of good and evil in the last century. 

She brings her proposition of employment before the Headmistress and the schoolboard with shaking hands, but she is not afraid. She has the tools to help, now, and she’s confident that they’ll let her. 

Blaise Zabini is only twenty when he overdoses on the wizarding words most fashionable drug. 

His death in sensationalized in the papers, but those who knew him can’t shake the cold feeling that dying young and beautiful wouldn’t have saddened Blaise at all. In fact, it would have given him a grim sense of satisfaction.

Victorie and Louis inherited the Veela gene from their mother, and are similarly tall, beautiful, and haughty. They’re both blonde and gorgeous, as kids and later in life. They speak with an edge to their words that makes them seem otherwordly, and shimmer a little when they walk. (Of course, there’s also the Thing That Happens when they get angry, but they both learn to control that). 

Dominique, meanwhile, is not a Veela. She’s built stocky like her aunt Ginny, with her grandfather’s firey red waves of genetically powerful hair, and looks and talks like her smooth, confident father. 

Neville focuses on building a staff that not only he, but the students in the castle can trust indiscriminately. Part of that includes building a network of support that wasn’t present in the castle in his childhood. 

Parvati Patil is Hogwarts’ first career adviser and guidance counselor, and Cho Chang becomes an excellent school psychiatrist. Neville also works with the Muggle Liason Office at the Ministry of Magic to get permission to get Muggle parents more involved with their children’s lives at school, even going so far as to organize tour groups for the families of Muggleborn students. 

Various other specialists make their way into the castle under Neville: a Muggleborn education reformist who implements multicultural practices within the school curriculum and offer diversity training and resources for teachers and students, a Dean of students whose job is to make discipline within the school consistent and fair, as well as others who come and go with their reform. 

The new resources make the Prefect position more meaningful, now that there is someone to turn a trouble student toward. With the increase in the enthusiasm of the program, Neville decides to hire someone with a leadership background as the Prefect’s adviser. It helps the health of the school to have Prefects who know what they’re doing as leaders and role models among their peers.

The changes are made out of love for the school, rather than contempt for it, and they make the castle and the students much safer and happier. 

James and Lily’s collective first time was interrupted when they were caught in McGonagall’s office by their Head of House herself. Scrambling to clothe themselves, and grateful that they weren’t any further than they were, they accepted their detentions and skulked back to the Gryffindor Common Room. 

Thoroughly shaken and put off (and convinced McGonagall was laughing at them), they didn’t try again until their graduation night three months later. 

It was well worth the wait.

Harry leaves the watch the Weasleys gave him for his seventeenth birthday at the Burrow during the Horcrux Hunt, but once he’s reunited with it - and all the love it symbolizes - he’s scarcely ever seen without it. 

My dear, dear Neville, 

Poppy tells me that things are getting worse and worse at Hogwarts. She writes every day, sometimes twice (it’s the only way to ease the pain of being apart for so long) and you, my boy, crop up in nearly every letter. I’ve heard that you are at the forefront of it (and taking the worst of the blows from the wretched Carrows.) 

I’ve been proud of you since the first Herbology class you made it all the way through, in October of your first year, and I am so proud of you now. 

It’s so hard to be away from my wife, from my home, from my job, from my students, from this war. I spend my days safe and removed from the action - they would have killed me for my blood if I had stayed. But the pain of it - and the anxiety in waiting - is eased by what I know you’re doing. 

Trust in yourself, Neville, and in your fellow students. If what you’re doing is Dumbledore’s Army, then trust in his memory, too. Trust McGonagall, trust Poppy, and trust in Harry Potter. I believe in you endlessly. You’re going to win this war for us all and show those Slytherins what you’re really made of.

Yours in spirit, 

Professor Sprout 

PS - If Poppy knew I wrote you a letter and didn’t tell you to use your Essense of Murlap, she’d be furious, so…..use your Murlap, Neville. Don’t be a hero in that regard.

PPS - Not to say “I told you so” but do you remember me telling you all the reasons why you belonged in Gryffindor rather than Hufflepuff? 

PPPS - I’ve attached some roaring dandelion bulbs from my sister’s garden. I thought they might look nice in your headquarters, if you’ve got the right light. 

At thirty-six - married, climbing the Ministry ladder slowly and honestly, and raising two seven year olds - Percy thought he knew how the next ten years of his life would play out. 

That confidence is shaken in the best possible way one June evening when he’s woken in the middle of the night with Oliver’s fingers poking his ribs and his eyes wide and shining. 

“Perce. Perce. Perce.” 

“What?” Percy mumbles, reaching for his glasses. 

“Do you wanna have another baby?” Oliver asks. And with his husband’s huge brown eyes looking at him that way, and with the way he’s felt about children since holding his brothers in his arms for the first time at the age of two, who is Percy to say no? 

They whisper about it in the dark of that amber July night, and just over a year later, the adoption papers are signed for newborn Kenilworthy Ryan Weasley-Wood, Ken for short, who turns out to be the biggest adventure of Percy’s entire life. 

One of the items Hermione leaves in Ginny’s care when she leaves for the Horcrux Hunt was her and Harry’s master copies of the DA galleons. 

She didn’t know for sure that Ginny and Neville and Luna would be starting the DA back up that year, but it was always good to be on the safe side. She wanted Ginny to have access to everything that could potentially protect her. 

Grawp loves living on the dragon ranch with Hagrid, Charlie, two dogs, and quite a lot of dragons. 

He loves the space and the playmates - even if some of them breathe fire - and the shimmery feeling of the magical boundary. He can feel it when he sleeps, curled up unhidden in the forest. 

Best of all, besides the better food and the more space and the other nice things about the ranch, he gets to see Hagrid every single day. 

Hermione doesn’t expect to become friends with Ron’s older twin brothers, but her relationships with both Fred and George develop much more organically than her other friendships, even the ones with Harry and Ron. Even Ginny was harder to get to know than Fred and George, but Hermione is close with them by the time her second year begins.

Fred’s intellectual wavelength matches Hermione’s almost exactly. Things tend to hit them the same way, and they often meet each other’s eyes during tense moments. George, on the other hand, is more emotionally similar to Hermione. Later in life, after Fred’s death, he attaches himself to her, like she’s his moral compass.

Like with Ron and Ginny, she’s grateful when the twins can diffuse the tension of her inner world, although she knows they’re much more than comic relief. She sees how smart they are, even when their own mum doesn’t.

They love her as much as they love Harry. It’s different from the way they protect Ron and Ginny of course, but they’d still do anything for her.

Kreacher and Dobby helped both Harry andDraco with their various quests during their sixth year at Hogwarts.  

Dobby, whose entirely loyalty belongs to Harry Potter, couldn’t refuse Draco without leaving other house elves in danger. Kreacher, having promised to serve both the Noble and Ancient House of Black andstudents of Hogwarts, was delighted to help Draco in his endeavors, and only helped Harry because of the blood wards connecting them. 

The two house elves war with their own morality - especially Dobby in his newly liberated  - and with each other - especially Kreacher - for the entire year. 

As much as George and Angelina like to laugh, they’re also the kind of couple who can take the piss out of each other without even cracking a smile, so deadpan that people who don’t know them well might think they were serious.

A study in Ernie Macmillan  

• He’s Canadian, attending Hogwarts because his parents found the course of study there to be more rigorous than Ilvermony’s, even if it was a more dangerous environment. 
  
• As a Hufflepuff, Ernie is always striving to work harder. Muggle drugs like Adderall give him the capacity to study even more than before, even though his hands shake and he sacrifices sleep for several nights at a time. 
• He’s overweight at eleven when he arrives at Hogwarts, and doesn’t slim down like many of his friends do when he hits puberty. 
• His fierce protectiveness of his friends annoyed them occasionally, but Justin at least was self-aware enough to realize that deep in his heart of hearts, he needed Ernie. He and Hannah reciprocate Ernie’s brand of care with calming methods and stress-relief, especially during exam time. He loves them quite a bit more than he lets on. 
• Even though he’s a stellar student and most of his teachers appreciate his work ethic, somehow, Professor McGonagall spends seven years irritated and uncharmed by Ernie’s overzealous personality. She finds him over-the-top and fake.
  
• Ernie was one of Pansy Parkinson’s first sexual ventures. They had a heated fling for a few weeks in their sixth year, until Pansy got bored and cast him aside. The result - after the intimate nature of what they had been doing - was a very lonely, very vulnerable Ernie, who relied on his friends much more heavily. Luckily, Justin Finch-Fletchley was around to clean up some of what Pansy had left. 
  
• Professor Slughorn never invites him to the Slug Club, to Ernie’s constant vexation. If any of the Hufflepuffs deserved a slot, it was him, right? Prefect, 12 OWLs the year before, perfect attendence at every Dumbledore’s Army meeting, a research project in Herbology, not to mention 5 generations of pureblood heritage. 
  
• Susan, Hannah, and Zach Smith, and Ernie took watch together during long nights under the Carrow reign. They each found their own roles within their watch - Susan was the quiet scout, Hannah was the smooth talker (or occasionally a sobbing manipulator) if they got caught, Zach was on offense, and Ernie could produce a stronger, faster shield charm than even Ginny Weasley. It kept his friends safe more than once. 
  
• After the war, Ernie works his way up through the Ministry to eventually become the Head of Accounting and Payroll. His meticulous nature is well-suited to the work, and his years of experience with pompous leadership is well suited to being the Department Head. He excels in the position, and keeps the affairs of a shifting system afloat admirably.
  

Vernon can’t handle the knowledge that his oldest granddaughter is a witch. Petunia, though, pushes through and tries to continue her relationship with her family. She does her best to continue to love Myrna, but sometimes she comes out rather judgy and pointed after so many years.  

She tends to say things like, “So are all witches ….unfeminine, Myrna, dear, or is that just you?”

“Mustyou bring that owl with us to France? I don’t believe it will leave a very good impression with customs as all it seems to know how to leave is it’s droppings everywhere?”

“Myrna, it’s just that if you didn’t insist on wearing robes, our family pictures would look so much nicer. But of course it’s up to you and your fathers.”

“Your grandfather couldn’t even put up with this unnaturalness. At least I’m here. You could cut me a little bit of slack.”

Dudley and Aaron stick up for her, as does Rhea sometimes, but it doesn’t change Petunia’s behavior. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks. 

Based on a super fun conversation with @dragonflyinsideajar <3 (Credit to her for the owl quote - I spit out my cough drop laughing when she sent it.) 

Percy is a heavy smoker - it’s his coping mechanism of choice. George drinks instead, to deal with grief or anxiety or boredom. 

They help each other conceal their various vices, and spend evenings in George’s shop-adjacent-apartment making sure neither of them are consumed. 

Harry’s favorite family picture was taken at a little booth in Diagon Alley the summer before Lily left for Hogwarts.

In it, Harry and Albus are looking at the camera, smiling stiffly as if for a formal picture - squished as they are with the six of them in the tiny booth. Ginny and James are laughing, while Teddy scowls as if a joke has been made at his expense  - while Lily, grinning wickedly opens her hand to reveal a yellow Head Boy badge. The photo moves only a little, as if the moment is shimmering in place.

It captures their personalities so well they use it for their Christmas card three years running, and Harry keeps it in his wallet for years following. 

for@mmmm-whatchasay, who prompted Sirius confiding in Remus about his time in Azkaban. 

Everyone has been thanking Remus for staying at Grimmauld Place, but he’s not here for the Order - he’d learned that lesson during the last war. He’s here for Sirius. 

He never should have believed the worst of Sirius, never should have let Peter’s betrayal get in the way of the things he knew to be true about the world, never should have let both of their lives fall to ruin. The only thing he can do now is spend long nights stretched out in a musty four poster next to the person he’d loved so much before their worlds fell apart, listening to Sirius talk through his experience in Azkaban, and stroking his hair while he cried. 

“The first year all I could think about was you, and James. And Lily. And Harry, oh God,Harry,” Sirius might whisper, or, “I remembered those games the four of us used to play. How we would break out of Azkaban. Like it was a joke,” or “I’m still so coldall the time, Moony, it’s like my body forgot how to be warm.” 

It’s not romantic or sexual - not anymore - but the nights in the dark seem significant to Remus in a way that little has since before the night James and Lily were killed, and he clings onto them.