#harry potter x reader

Sun, 18 Oct 2020 17:02:53

Sacrifice

pairing:harry potter x deceased!reader

word count:195

warnings:death, grief

a/n: i got yelled at for this one on wattpad, lmao. sorry!

Harry hits the ground with your body in his arms. His grip on you doesn’t loosen even a little. The cheers of your fellow students slowly die down.

Suddenly, a girl screams, deafeningly loud. Celebrations turn to whispered voices of worry, confusion, and shock.

“What’s going on?”

“A student has died.”

“What happened?”

“Is that- is that Y/N?”

Dumbledore rushes over to Harry’s side. He attempts to pull him away from your still-warm skinned body.

“No! No!” Harry screams, refusing to let go.

Dumbledore stops trying and, instead, kneels by Harry’s side.

“S/he asked me to bring her/his body back! I couldn’t leave her/him. Not there. S-S/he died for me. If it wasn’t for Y/N, I-”

Dumbledore strokes a hand over Harry’s hair, attempting to soothe his pain. “It’s alright, Harry. I understand. S/he’s home. You both are.”

“Y/N..” Harry continues to cry as friends and teachers gather around the harrowing scene.

Dumbledore gently closes your eyes, one hand still resting on your shoulder afterward. And several minutes later, Harry is finally coaxed away from your lifeless form. But not before he kisses your cheek, whispering, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Th-thank you. I’ll never forget.”

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Sun, 18 Oct 2020 08:30:23

Chocolate Frogs

pairing: ron weasley & harry potter x reader

word count:315

warnings:none

a/n:hi! :)

“Excuse me?” You mutter nervously. “C- can I join you? Everywhere else is full up.”

The ginger boy stuffs a handful of Bertie Botts’ every flavour beans into his mouth, nodding. The other boy, who is wearing circular glasses, gestures to the empty seat opposite them.

“Of course.” He introduces himself. “I’m Harry.” He then points to his friend. “And this is Ron.”

Ron smiles at you. “Alright, there.”

“Y/N.” You answer through a whisper.

“What was that?”

“Oh, umm…” You clear your throat. “Y/N. Sorry. I guess I’m q- quite nervous.”

“That’s alright, Y/N.” Harry picks up a chocolate frog from the pile of sweet treats lying beside the two boys. “Here. Would you like one?”

“Sure.” Harry throws it over, and you catch it with perfect ease. “Thank you.”

You barely catch what Ron says next, through a mouthful of more beans. “Jus.. stick w.. us, you’ll be.. -good.”

You sit down opposite them, placing your *pet choice* next to you in their cage.

Harry leans forward, looking inside and smiling. “Who’s this?”

“This is *pet’s name*. S/he’s quite shy. Like me, I suppose.”

“I’m a little nervous as well. I don’t know anything about being a wizard.”

Ron wipes some stray chocolate from his face and speaks up. “Lucky for me, I have brothers who have told me all about Hogwarts.”

You smile back at Ron and then look back to Harry. “That is lucky. I’m in the same boat as Harry. I only found out I was a witch a few weeks ago.”

Harry offers you another frog, seeing that you’ve finished the last. You take it with a grin. He looks between you and Ron. “Well, we can stick with each other and be clueless together.”

You giggle, thinking about how glad you are now that the rest of the seats on the train were full. “Sounds good to me.”

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Sat, 17 Oct 2020 20:00:00

Silver Kisses

pairing:harry potter x reader

word count:423

warnings:none

a/n: [P] = your Patronus. Mine’s a Hummingbird, what’s yours? I’m curious

‘Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember.

Allow it to fill you up.

Think of the happiest thing you can.’

Harry’s instructions repeat over and over in your mind as you search for the perfect memory to use. You turn to glance around the room. Most of your friends have already cast their Patronus. They’re flying, running, galloping, or bouncing around the air as the witches and wizards watch them in awe.

You close your eyes tight, wand at the ready. Your heart flutters when you choose a particular memory of yourself and Harry together. You know it’s the one to use when you open your eyes and catch the reflection of yourself smiling in the mirrored wall.

You clear your throat before speaking clearly, “Expecto Patronum!”

On your very first try, a silvery stream of light appears from your wand. Out of it comes [P]. You watch it runs around you for a few seconds, making you giggle.

It then runs/flies around the room, circling Ginny and Hermione. Then it swerves before Ron, Fred, and George. The [P] finally runs/flies past Luna before swooshing over Harry’s head as he ducks.

He steps back, admiring it. His face widens into a grin, and he looks over at you. “Fantastic, Y/N!” He exclaims. “Truly, amazing!”

You nod happily. “Thank you!”

Your focus diminishes when Harry steps closer to you. The [P] slowly disappears, all or your concentration now on him instead.

“Must have been a good memory.” Harry lays a hand on your arm. “What were you thinking of?” You pause for a moment, wondering if you should tell him. His hand leaves your arm, and you shiver, like you are cold without his touch. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“You.” You blurt out before switching to a whisper. “Us.. our, uh.. kiss the other day.”

You feel your cheeks flush a little, and Harry full-on grins at you. “Really?”

You nod. “Truly.. one of the best memories I have.”

In a second of confidence, you wink at him. He laughs and then steps back into the middle of the room. He goes back into 'professor mode’ - still smiling. “Okay, Y/N. Concentrate. Remember, your Patronus can only protect you for as long as you stay focused.”

You picture the night of your first kiss once more, and Harry watches you in wonder when [P] appears almost instantly, then runs/flies around the room for a second time, looping around the two of you in figure eights for a few moments.

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Sat, 17 Oct 2020 19:53:56

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Sat, 19 Sep 2020 13:43:57

Chapter 11 ~ TRUSTS TO MEND

Petrichor- Ignis Aurum Probat || Hermione x Slytherin! Fem! Reader.

Y/n pinched the bridge of her nose and exhaled deeply, waiting for Scylla to catch up before both of them went to the great hall for dinner.

The best friends ate silently as the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad boasted about busting the D.A and getting them into detention.

“ Y/l/n, celebrate with us. You too, Vervain. What’s got you two so glum?” Blaise asked, noticing they were the only ones who weren’t joining in on their party.

Y/n just smiled slightly, making some excuse about a headache to get Blaise off her head.

Once his attention was diverted, Scylla spoke up,” Pink Toad is really testing the limits isn’t she?”

Y/n jaws tensed, trying not to punish the poor cutlery in her hands,” When is she not, honestly.”

“Still, banning any issues of the Quibbler is just insane. And quite desperate.”

Y/n hummed before something struck her. She smirked as Scylla brought that topic into light,” Then that means we are doing something right after all. If she’s getting desperate, that means she’s threatened…”

Scylla seemed to catch on her train of thought, a sly grin appearing on her face,”… and once she makes this ban, more people are going to believe Potter’s story since no one likes Umbridge to begin with at all.”

“Exactly”

“Huh. How the tables have turned. And to think it’s her who’s bringing this upon herself.” Scylla chuckled under her breath,” So you going to tell Granger about this happy news?”

It seemed like Y/n had momentarily forgotten about the arrangement to meet her girlfriend, but no one could really blame her. Listening to Umbridge was guaranteed to fry most of your brain cells off.

“Please don’t tell me you forgot.”

“Uhm…no of course not. I was just thinking about something else.” Y/n lied, quite terribly. Scylla just hummed in apprehension before letting it rest.

Later that night, near midnight the H/c girl sneaked out of her dormitory and left for the astronomy tower.

Once she reached the door, narrowly avoiding getting caught by Filch, she cast the silencing spell under her breath, before making her way up the tiny staircase.

Upon seeing the brunette already present, she feared she might have been late,” Have you been waiting long?”

Hermione turned around, giving a small smile, eyes still distant thinking about something,” No. Just arrived.”

Quietly sighing in relief, the Slytherin walked up to her and tried to see what had the Gryffindor princess so riled up.

After a couple minutes of silence, her patience had worn thin,” Are we going to converse or just keep stargazing?”

“ Stargazing seems pretty romantic, don’t you think?” Hermione slightly smiled before sighing,” but maybe that could wait for a while.”

She sat down, patting the spot beside her for the other girl to sit as well before she began,” Are you mad I told them?”

The (y/h/c) girl gave it a thought, analyzing what she felt before looking up,” I don’t think I’m mad. I am quite…surprised, for the lack of a better word. I thought you wanted to keep it to yourself for a bit longer, the last time we talked?”

Hermione could see the questions swimming behind her girlfriend’s eyes and again felt guilty about the reason she had revealed their secret in the first place,” I-…well yes. I did.”

She gulped before averting her eyes towards the ceiling, not having the courage to look at the Slytherin who’s trust she had been slowly gaining,” I’m really sorry Y/n.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and concern, her hand gently taking hold of the Gryffindor’s and squeezing it,” About what? What’s going on?”

“ You had disappeared. I didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t find you anywhere and even Scylla didn’t seem to know and then you lied to me about where you were going to and -”

“Princess, slow down” Y/n calmed the bookworm, trying to make sense of her ramble,” What are you getting at?”

Hermione finally met her gaze before whispering,” I slipped up about our relationship because i was ..I was getting worried that you might’ve been the reason we got..caught”

Her voice had died down by the time she finished her sentence and Y/n wouldn’t have even heard it entirely if it wasn’t for the pin-drop silence that surrounded them.

Her hand slowly left the Gryffindor’s, processing what was just said,” You still don’t trust me…”

Hermione tried to desperately explain, not wanting to lose the Slytherin,” No! No, I don’t even know if I truly believed it but it just kept plag-”

Y/n held up her hand, not wanting to hear anything more . She took a deep breath, trying to stabilize her emotions before she got up to leave.

Hermione followed her till the door and grabbed her wrist,” Y/n listen! I really didn’t-”

“It still plagued you enough to slip, Hermione” Y/n finally said, her voice surprisingly calm,” It riled you up enough to get consumed by it. Doesn’t that say enough about the trust you have in me.”

She turned around slightly,” I don’t think this” she gestured towards them,” will work if we didn’t even trust each other to a decent amount.”

Not being able to believe what the Slytherin was suggesting, she uttered the first thing that came to her mind,” Well, if you tried being a bit more honest, maybe I wouldn’t have such doubts!”

Y/n silently gasped at the accusation before turning around to face the Gryffindor, eyes blazing,” I have been nothing but honest with you Granger!”

“Then why won’t you tell me where you have been!?”

“Because I made a promise not to!”

Hermione inhaled sharply,” Does that promise mean more to you than I do? Can’t you even trust me to keep a secret for you?”

Y/n screwed her eyes shut, thinking her words through before replying,” I have more respect for the person I made this promise to. It is not trust, it’s about keeping my word. “

She opened her eyes, her gaze cold,” I told you I’d tell you when I could. I never refused.”

She turned to leave again before stopping to say one last thing,” It would be better if we didn’t meet anymore. Goodnight, Princess.”

***

Y/n sat in front of the fireplace, eyes staring into the void as the memory of a couple hours ago kept playing in her head.

It might’ve been around two in the morning but she couldn’t bring herself to fall asleep. It helped that they didn’t have any classes the next day, she could sleep in and avoid interacting with people.

Who was I trying to fool? This was never going to last. Nothing good ever does.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice she wasn’t the only one in the common room.

His voice brought her out of her trance,” You sneaked out?”

She looked behind her to find Blaise sitting at one of the desks in the room, finishing his assignment. She looked confused as to who he was addressing before her eyes fell on the frozen figure near the door.

Scylla slowly turned towards him, eyes flitting to Y/n for a second before going back to him,” Uh……yes. As you can clearly see. Why ask the obvious?”

Y/n and Scylla looked in apprehension at Blaise, who just stared right back at them before shrugging,” I don’t care what you’ve been up to , if that’s why you are worried. Pretty sure snogging someone. “

He smirked when he saw Scylla’s face change the slightest bit of red. He gathered his stuff and bid them goodnight in the next couple minutes.

Y/n went back to staring at the fire, avoiding Scylla’s eyes.

That turned out to be a mistake seeing how her not meeting her best friend’s eyes only confirmed to Scylla that something was wrong.

But Scylla didn’t approach her and continued towards her room. Y/n was quite surprised, having expected quite a nagging from the raven haired girl.

And she wasn’t wrong, because in the next few minutes she was met with someone bumping something cold on her shoulder, jolting her out of her thoughts.

She turned around to find a bottle of firewhiskey being handed to her, Scylla bringing two glasses to fill for them both.

After both of them had a filled glass in hand, Y/n looked at the girl in question.

Scylla rolled her eyes,” I have a couple bottles stacked in my trunk. Sneaked them from home.” she trained her eyes onto the (y/h/c) girl,” You look like you need it.”

Y/n chuckled dryly before taking a huge sip, instantly gagging slightly. Scylla laughed,” You aren’t supposed to chug it, you git.”

Silence followed after, nothing much was said, just the clunks of glasses hitting the table being heard.

“So are we just going to sit in silence and drink the night away?” Scylla asked, her words slurring just a tad bit. When she was met with a quiet but tired look from Y/n she continued,” not like i have any issues with that. We can totallyyyy just drink throughout the night.”

She took it as a win when Y/n gave her the slightest bit of a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“We broke up.”

It was whispered so faintly that Scylla didn’t catch it,” You better speak up if you expect me to hear it”

“ We- I think we broke up.”

It took Scylla an entirety of three whole minutes to actually process what was said,” I’m sorry but WHAT!?”

“Shush!!!” Y/n shushed her loudly,” You are going to get us caught. And I’m the prefect here, I’ll be in more trouble!”

Scylla took another sip, trying to steady herself before asking again,” You broke up?”

When Y/n just shrugged and continued drinking her alcohol, Scylla stood up and marched towards the door.

“Where are you going at this hour?”

“To give Granger a piece of my mind.”

Y/n sputtered out a bit of her drink,” It’s nearly three in the morning!”

That seemed to stop the other Slytherin who took a moment to think things a bit more through before taking her seat back, not ceasing to grumble. Y/n bit her bottom lip,” And well…I was the one who broke up. How are you going to give her your piece of mind?”

Scylla instantly turned towards her, speaking dangerously low,” You broke up with her?”

She narrowed her eyes in anger when Y/n nodded,” If you are going to go on another spiel about this not working out because of your family, Merlin have mercy, I will kill you.”

Y/n clicked her tongue as she turned back to the fireplace,” No, though I guess that would’ve happened soon enough.”

She turned around in annoyance when a cushion hit her head,” Well then don’t leave me suspense. Tell me what happened.”

After finishing her glass, Y/n relented and told her about everything that had transpired in the Astronomy Tower. And she wouldn’t be wrong to conclude Scylla was angrier than she was in the beginning.

“Wow! You haven’t told me where you were either and it’s not like I stopped trusting you because of that!”

Y/n didn’t have much to say to that so she let Scylla grumble for a bit longer before trying to calm her down.

It took a bit of convincing but Scylla finally relented and granted her best friend’s wish on not hunting down the Gryffindor and creating a scene.

A somber atmosphere filled the Slytherin common room as the hours passed by.

They continued to drink for some more time before Scylla spoke up,” What do you think you want to do after this entire thing is finished and the upcoming war is over?”

Y/n lethargically blinked,” That’s out of nowhere. First and foremost would be leaving my household.”

Both shared a quiet chuckle,” Yes, please”.

Y/n thought a bit more before answering,” I think I’d like to be a healer. Or an Auror. That would be cool.”

“An auror would suit you, yeah” Scylla nodded before Y/n directed the question towards her,” Me? Hm. Honestly, I can’t see past the war for now. Probably because we were born at a time where war is all we’ve known in a way I guess…”

“I wouldn’t blame you on that.”

“I’m still hunting down Granger tomorrow”

“I know.”

***

The next morning was less chaotic than Y/n had expected it to be.

Somehow Scylla had resorted to only death-glaring the brunette instead of marching up to her and causing all of Hogwarts to know their business. Could’ve had something to do with Rae giving her some talk before breakfast, but whatever it was, she was thankful.

The first class that morning was with Umbridge. Y/n regretted not bringing a flask of firewhiskey because she knew she could not handle the toad without punching someone, in the current state that she was in.

Nevertheless, it seemed like the Weasley twins took the role of the firewhiskey because they definitely made her entire day with their pranks.

It was the most she had laughed in a while as she watched Umbridge stutter and stammer and utterly fail to control the firecrackers.

She was also amongst the crowd of the students who were at the balcony, watching the twins fly away from the prison that Hogwarts had become.

Good for them…

***

“You have some nerve coming up to me” Scylla snarked, eyes not wavering from the Gryffindor who couldn’t seem to hold the same eye contact.

“I can’t believe you roped my girlfriend into this as well” Scylla went on when the brunette couldn’t seem to speak up,” The only reason I haven’t left yet is because I am curious about what prompted you to corner me in this classroom. So speak.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the tone used but chose not to comment on it,” I gather that Y/n has told you about what happened the other night.”

Scylla didn’t answer and the brunette took that as an affirmation,” Was this some kind of a sick joke to her?”

Hermione internally cursed herself for asking that when she saw Scylla’s eyes widen before blazing with something akin to anger,” If you are here to bloody shit on her, I suggest you stop right now before I do something that will make me end up in detention.”

Scylla made a move to leave when Hermione spoke up again,” Wait!” She sighed,” If this was all serious and no joke, why won’t she trust me enough to let me know what’s going on?”

Scylla turned back around and looked the Gryffindor up and down before answering,” If it wasn’t a joke to you, why won’t you trust her enough to let her keep secrets?”

The Slytherin raised an eyebrow when Hermione fell silent.

“You aren’t an authority she answers to Granger. Remember that.”

“Do you know?” Hermione asked after a beat, just as Scylla was out the door of the classroom. The Slytherin stopped midway and her answer was a kick to Gryffindor’s gut.

” No. But I don’t abandon people for things they aren’t ready to tell”.

***

Y/n was about to leave McGonagall’s class when the said professor interrupted her,” Hope you continue to work hard Ms. Y/l/n. You’ve made really good progress and I would suggest you maintain and push forward”.

The glint in the professor’s eyes had more meaning than what was spoken out and Y/n was able to grasp that quite well.

“And please, do give yourself a sufficient amount of rest”.

Y/n gave the older witch a weak smile, before making her way back to the dorms.

I wish it was that easy Professor…

***

“Hermione, what’s up with Slytherin’s best friend glaring at you all week?” Ron asked as he stuffed his face with chicken.

Harry scrunched up his face in disgust a little before looking at Hermione who seemed lost in her own world. He nudged her a little,” Hey, you good?”

Hermione startled awake, as if she was asleep this whole time and looked around,” Pardon?”

Ron furrowed his eyebrows and shared a look with Harry before reiterating his question again.

Hermione stole a glance towards the Slytherin table before focusing her gaze on her dinner.

She noticed the red rimmed eyes and eye bags under the Slytherin’s eyes, making her heart ache a little.

Was she the cause of that?

She averts her eyes quickly when the Slytherin Prefect meets her eyes across the hall.

She bites her tongue and chews on the inside of her mouth, contemplating on how to break the news to the boys about what had happened a week ago.

“Hermione, what is it?” Harry asked, sensing the inner turmoil. Rom immediately jumped to the worst conclusions and became livid,” Did she betray you? Hurt you? Oh i’m going to kill that bi-”

“Ron, stop” Hermione finally uttered, eyes still not lifting up,” We had an argument, that’s all. Scylla probably doesn’t like the way I reacted to the situation. We mi-”

She stopped herself midway, deciding she can tell them her problems later and focus on what is more important,” Forget it, we have other things to discuss” .

Both the boys wanted to argue with her but her tone told them the decision was final.

***

“Hey, Y/n where are you going now?” Scylla asked, Draco stopping mid-step as well,” We have patrolling duty, remember?”

Y/n didn’t stop walking but still slowed her pace down,” Oh, I have to study. I’m running a bit behind on some of the assignments. Cover the shift for me please”

Before both the Slytherins could say anything else, the (y/h/c) girl was out of sight.

They just shrugged at each other before continuing on their way.

***

Y/n rushed through the hallway to Umbridge’s office, one of the other Squad members having found her in the library, saying it was important and that Umbridge wanted all of them there.

She opened the heavy door, panting lightly,” I apologize for the tardiness Headmistress”

“Oh, it’s no problem. You are right on time actually. Make sure none of them move a muscle” Umbridge commanded in her high squeaky voice that always managed to grate on Y/n’s nerves.

That was when Y/n was able to take in the situation inside the room, which had just a bit too much pink for her liking. She could see why the meeting was suddenly so important.

Her eyes fell on Harry who seemed bound to the chair with Umbridge taunting every single thing that the boy answered.

Umbridge turned to her for a second,” What are you just standing there for? Get to work.”

Y/n quickly got hold of the Gryffindor brunette beside her and held her hands tightly behind her back. She pulled the bookworm to the corner of the room, a little away from Umbridge and the rest of the squad but the room being tiny made that a bit of a challenging task.

“Get your hands off her, you bitch!” Ron shouted, struggling against Blaise’s hold.

“I’d watch what I say if I were you, Weasley” Y/n hissed.

Hermione did prove a lot stronger than she looked and Y/n had to do everything in her power to not accidentally hurt the Gryffindor witch while not letting go of her hold on her. After having tolerated a couple seconds, she stomped her foot on Hermione’s to effectively get her attention.

“Stop struggling for a second and listen.” Y/n whispered. Hermione was about to protest but something in her told to comply,” I want you to stay still for sometime and let me think of a way to get you all out of this, alright?”

But before the Slytherin could even figure out an escape plan, Hermione yelled, “Stop!”

Umbridge was a moment away from using the cruciatus curse but Hermione’s shout caught her attention right at the nick of time.

“Hermione, no!” Harry yelled desperately.

“What are you doing Granger” Y/n hisses under her breath, her grip on Hermione’s arm tightening subconsciously but Hermione paid her no mind.

“We have to…”

“Well, tell me! I don’t have all day!” Umbridge exclaimed, looking at Hermione menacingly.

The Gryffindor took a deep breath before answering,” We-We were trying to find Professor Dumbledore.”

Umbridge raised an eyebrow in interest,” Dumbledore you say…And child, why were you trying to contact the former headmaster?”

Scylla looked at Y/n in question as if asking her to somehow shut Hermione up but she was as clueless as anyone else in the room.

Hermione made a show of having an internal conflict as she answered,” Dumbledore asked us to make a weapon. We had to inform him that it’s ready…”

Umbridge grinned, a sinister glint appearing in her eyes. She looked around the room and cleared her throat,” You and Mr. Potter will lead me to this weapon. Immediately.”

The pink toad then turned to Draco and Y/n specifically,” Make sure no one leaves this room until we return.”

As Y/n let Hermione go, she looked at the Gryffindor with uncertainty. The bookworm seemed to catch on and sent a quick glance towards the Slytherin, in hopes of reassuring the girl a bit.

Y/n leaned back on the wall, looking at each and every occupant of the room properly and could clearly see the questions laced in Ginny and Ron’s faces as they looked back at her.

She just sighed and closed her eyes for the time being.

***

Draco paced around the room, grinning with mischief and satisfaction,” I can’t wait until you Weasleys are expelled. You have been stinking this castle up way too much”

“Shut up” Ron growled and looked like he would’ve pounced on the Platinum blonde boy if it wasn’t for Blaise restraining him.

Seeing how none of them could physically harm him, Draco went on,” You guys are just as bad as theMudbloods, blood traitors!”

Y/n opened her eyes and narrowed them at her cousin in warning,” Draco.”

Before Draco could continue, Hermione and Harry came through the door, panting.

With no Umbitch behind them.

And that’s when chaos erupted.

Both the groups started fighting each other in any way they could, Luna kicked Gayle in the shins, Ginny punched Draco in his stomach and a lot more that just couldn’t be deciphered clearly.

Y/n discreetly removed herself from the main fight and stood at the corner of the room. Her eye caught the fireplace before glancing at Potter’s group.

The only way they could get to wherever they had to go was if the Squad wasn’t there.

“Duratus Artus…”

Suddenly, every Slytherin in the room froze in their spots. None could move any of their muscles except for their eyes.

The other group looked around in confusion, freaked out by the sudden magic spell that seemed to only affect the Squad.

But regardless of it, they decided to seize the moment and made their way to the fireplace. Though just before stepping in, Hermione stole one glance at the Slytherin prefect in the corner and couldn’t help the small knowing smile that grazed her face before getting engulfed by green flames.

***

Y/n paced the hallways near Umbridge’s office. It helped that it was Slytherin’s night for patrol, so she could stay out without getting in too much trouble.

But that was the last thing on her mind at that moment.

“Your pacing isn’t going to make them come any faster” Scylla yawned as she got dizzy looking at her best friend,”Y/n sit down, you are going to give me a headache”.

But all words went to deaf ears.

Y/n was lost in her own world, arms crossed across her chest and eyes never being taken off the tiles.

It was past four in the morning when Y/n heard something down the hall. She took out her wand and shook Scylla awake,” Wake up!”

“W-What, What!?” Scylla sputtered, eyes still half closed.

“There’s someone over there” Y/n whispered harshly, having her wand at-the-ready as she approached the noise, Scylla closing following behind.

“It can’t be them, they would have had to cross the hallway we were in if they returned…right?” Y/n whispered, not really expecting a reply.

Both of them hid behind the wall around the curve when they heard familiar voices. Their eyes widened before they turned the corner.

“You’ve returned!” The Slytherin prefect exclaimed before running towards Hermione, engulfing her in a tight hug. The gryffindor was shocked for a second before squeezing back just as tight.

They weren’t sure how long the hug lasted for but a clearing of the throat made them spring apart. Dumbledore looked at them amused before taking his departure.

Scylla looked at Harry who looked like he had seen a ghost and approached him,” You alright there, Potter?”

Harry absent mindedly nodded before Ron and Neville forced him towards the Gryffindor tower.

Ginny turned back to look at Hermione in silent question to which she replied,” You go on ahead, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“I’ll take my leave as well, I really need sleep” Scylla yawned before making her way to the Slytherin dungeons.

The remaining girls looked at each other for a couple seconds before Y/n spoke up,” I should probably go to sleep as well.”

Her face was back to being neutral but before she could turn her back Hermione stopped her,” Wait”

Y/n turned towards the brunette, tilting her head in question.

“You clearly have something that you want to spit out”

Y/n narrowed her eyes at the brunette, not liking the fact that someone could read her that well. This was dangerous.

“Well? Are you just going to stand there?” Hermione prodded, crossing her arms across her chest.

Y/n just stared for a silent minute before huffing,” Astronomy Tower. Now.” She didn’t wait to see if the brunette followed but the footsteps that soon resonated against her own was indication enough.

The walk to the tower had been a quiet one. Hermione’s confidence slowly withered in the silence she had to endure in the company of the Slytherin who somehow felt close yet unfamiliar.

And having the voice in her head being the only audible company did nothing to ease her nerves about their relationship. If there was still something left of it.

The (Y/h/c) girl opened the door and looked at the brunette expectantly. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows for a second before understanding what that gesture meant.

“Right, sorry.”

Y/n entered right after and locked the door behind her. Still with no verbal communication, she strode towards the balcony and stood beside the window, closing her eyes as a breeze brushed past her.

Hermione took a moment and just let herself enjoy the view in front of her, trying not to give into the tears stinging at the back of her eyes as she remembered she might never see this again.

Feelthis again.

When the Gryffindor finally got the courage to face her fate, the Slytherin prefect turned towards her.

She took a deep breath before hitting Hermione’s shoulder harshly. Hermione stumbled back in surprise but stopped short of whatever was bubbling up her throat when she noticed the tears glistening in Y/n eyes.

“Y/n-”

“No! You don’t get to Y/n me right now.” Y/n inhaled sharply,” Tell me, where did you all sneak off to?”

Hermione stuttered, not expecting the tone the (y/h/n) girl used against her,” Uhm, uh, the ministry…”

“TheMINISTRY!?” Y/n’s eyes bulged out,” At this hour!? At this period of time with the Minister being cuckoo and Umbitch here,as part of the ministry!?”

Hermione didn’t get a chance to tell her side of the story before Y/n plunged into hysterics,” Are you fucking out of your mind, Hermione!? What were you thinking!? What could be so bloody important that you had to sneak off to the ministry FROM UMBITCH’S OFFICE!”

“I-”

“You don’t know a bloody thing do you-”

” Y/n-”

“ Do you understand how dangerous that-”

The Gryffindor finally lost her patience and grabbed the Slytherin by her shoulders, shaking her until she stopped rambling her head off. The sudden jerk seemed to pull the girl out of her spiral and take a moment to breathe.

Hermione took that opportunity to speak, reliving moments that she wished she could erase from her memory forever.

The more she narrated, the more quiet the Slytherin prefect became, processing everything being thrown at her.

“… We got ambushed. Lucius Malfoy and other death eaters. Bellatrix was there too…”

Y/n couldn’t hold in the gasp this time,’ Lucius and Aunt Trixie were there…no…merlin, no….” She steadied herself against the wall, eyes unseeing anything in front of them. It seemed like the severity of the night had just sunk into her.

Hermione paused, though she didn’t look up at the Slytherin.

She didn’t have to, the tremors in the girl’s voice was enough to tell her there was more to unpack in that tiny phrase. Things that she lost the right to learn about the last time they were in the tower together.

She wiped the stray tears away quickly, before the other prefect could notice them. She didn’t know if it was because of her guilt and ache for the Slytherin or because of everything that had transpired just a couple hours prior.

“Yeah… the whole package huh, definitely took us by surprise” the Gryffindor chuckled weakly after a moment, trying to lighten the mood. Y/n looked up at the brunette, eyes looking a little more alive and gave a small nod.

Hermione took that as a cue to continue and let out a shuddering breath,” …It was scary Y/n/n… We were chased and hunted like prey. And in the end we were caught” Her voice became quieter by the second,” all of us were gravely injured. I thought we were done for.”

Y/n could feel her heart become heavy as she listened on.

“If it-if it wasn’t for the Order….. None of us would be here right now.”

Hermione turned towards the Slytherin, tears coating her cheeks as her lips trembled,” I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Y/n.”

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows at the sudden apology but was soon answered.

“The moment when one of the death eaters had a wand to my neck, the only thought that struck out was how we left things. HowI left off things. And how i might never be able to apologize or let you know that i did not mean anything that i said that night, that i do trust you, that i-”

“Granger.” Y/n interrupted ,”I forgive you.”

“You..do?” Hermione blinked in disbelief.

Y/n sighed as she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes briefly,” Yeah. I won’t be able to forget it though. Or say that I wasn’t hurt. “ She looked at the brunette,” because I was. And I might not be able to trust you completely any time soon either, not when you have your own doubts which I don’t blame you for.”

Before Hermione could completely lose the hope in her eyes, she continued,” But, I am ready to work through that with you, if you want.”

It took Hermione a full second to process what was implied before she broke into something that sounded like a choked sob and exclamation at the same time.

The Gryffindor cleared her throat, sniffling a little,” Yeah. I would love that.”

Silence fell over them once again as they listened to the early morning chirping of birds before something struck Hermione. She looked pensively at the slytherin who had her eyes closed again.

“I can feel you staring, Princess.”

Hermione bit her lip to hide the smile that threatened to creep up at hearing that god awful nickname again. Who knew she’d actually miss it.

“What is it?” Y/n asked before she finally took in the injuries that coated the brunette’s body and pursed her lips,” We need to treat those first.”

Hermione brushed her off,” Slight bruises, they don’t need immediate attention. But I wanted to ask. Are you now allowed to tell me what you were hiding?”

Y/n stared at her for a while, as if her eyes were boring into her soul.

Without another word, the Slytherin stood up and walked towards the door.

‘Did I step on a boundary already?’ Hermione chided herself before moving to stop the girl she just got back.

But the slytherin stopped on her own and stood in the center of the room. She could feel the confusion emitting from the Gyffindor and proceeded not to delay it any further.

Y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Hermione’s eyes widened as she observed. Once where her girlfriend was standing, now stood a tigress.

Hermione stumbled back in surprise before looking in awe.

The tigress sat down, patiently waiting for the Gryffindor to get her bearings back. The girl’s eyes wandered all over the tigress, trying to grasp what was being shown to her.

After a moment the brunette slowly approached the animal, hands running through the soft fur causing the tigress to close her eyes and lean into the touch,” You are beautiful.”

The tigress chuffed, causing Hermione to snort,”Your welcome.”

After taking a couple more seconds to admire the majestic creature towering over her she pulled away and Y/n took that as a sign to turn back to her human form,” That was what I was hiding.”

Hermione nodded, still in awe, before another question made itself present,“Why?”

“McGonagall didn’t want anyone knowing. If word got out, who knows what Umbridge and the ministry would’ve done.” Y/n shuddered just thinking about it,” And I myself did not want anyone knowing. I would rather keep this information out of the ears of anyone, in fear of it reaching my family.”

Y/n didn’t need to continue, Hermione understood the implication and the hidden motives in the Slytherin’s answer.

“Thank you”

Y/n just shrugged before pointing at the brunette’s arm,” You want to get that dressed or would you rather bleed to death?”

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Sat, 06 Nov 2021 14:44:30

MASTERLIST

HOGWARTS

Fred Weasley

idiot | f.w.

talk too much | f.w.

Draco Malfoy

a lady and a boy | d.m.

daddy issues | d.m.

CRIMINAL MINDS

Aaron Hotchner

the best profiler in the room | a.h.

Spencer Reid

chess | s.r

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Mon, 07 Dec 2020 01:51:35

(George Weasley x Female!Potter!Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

Requested by: Anon

Requests:Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)

Request: ‘ Can you do a female X Reader where the reader is Harry’s twin sister and falls in love with George Wesley? I couldn’t find if this was your main page or not I’m sorry ‘

Thank you so much, I loved this idea. I am so sorry it took me so long I hit a sort of block. I didn’t know what to write at first, but I hope that this is okay,

Warnings: Language and poor writing.

Words: 1.8K

Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added. I also tried by best at being British.

Thank you.

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“George,” she laughs, pushing him away, rubbing her head, “you are such an idiot.”

(Y/n) and her twin, Harry, had arrived at the Burrow a few days before, after a bizarre meeting with their headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and it wasn’t until a few days later that she saw the twins again, finally able to set her eyes on their joke shop. Her mouth drops in awe, gazing around the store, which she couldn’t do before because George had the wonderful idea to pounce on her the second, she stepped through the door.

“I could be your idiot if you wanted me to be,” he steps in front of her and winks exaggeratively. Much to her embarrassment, her cheeks flush, and she takes in the view of him in a striped suit that matches his brother’s, except the tie, her cheeks flushing a darker shade, not noticing as he does the same to her; she wears her favourite shirt, which he immediately recognises, as well as a pair of dark blue jeans.

“Shut up, Weasley,” she laughs, shaking her head as she pushes him away, walking past him towards Fred, “now, how about I go see my favourite twin.”

“Hey!” He laughs, which comes out rather pathetically, as he shoves his hands in his pockets and watches sadly after her. You would wince if you could see this. In fact, his youngest brother gags at the scene, earning a smack in the stomach from his future wife.

“Ronald!”

Harry, of course, does not notice the scene, eyes fixated on Ginny Weasley, acting as if she cannot feel his piercing gaze, which only leaves her rather confused.

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Many small moments followed this interaction, far more than before, but I will not explain them all, but if you did want to hear them, perhaps I could.

The most pivotal moment is now.

It is the night before the students depart for school, meaning that all the Weasley children are gathered at the Burrow, as well as Fleur (minus Percy, who is still attempting to earn his parents’ approval) to wish their sister and brother goodbye.

George leans against the banister, smiling fondly at the woman in front of him who is currently holding her brother in a headlock, “come on, Harry, no need to be a wimp.”

“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” Harry is not enjoying the fact that he is being shamed in front of the woman he has already planned their entire future with. “Unlike you, I do Quidditch, so I am stronger. I’ll hit you.” Harry’s gaze hardens at the floor, shouting after his red-head best friend, who won’t stop laughing.

“Oh yes, catching a tiny ball is such a task."

Harry’s gasp is what makes everyone laugh, his cute noise of horror. He then pushes her down with his side, making her lose his grip, and he gets on top of her, "I’ll spit on you. Don’t make me do it."

(Y/n) begins to scream, attempting to kick and push him away, but it’s no use.

Ron’s already dying, and the excitement has set all the Weasley’s off as they begin to lunge for each other even Mister Weasley has a wild and free look on his face.

"Stop!"

Everyone freezes. Ron with his hands around Fred’s tie, Fred’s foot seconds from hitting into George’s side, George pulling his sister’s hair, Ginny with her hands around Bill’s neck, Bill with his foot up Charlie’s arse and Charlie with a pillow in his hands, hovering over Ron’s head. Harry freezes, hands pinning down his sister’s wrist, (Y/n) with her foot in his stomach.

All turn to Mrs Weasley in fear, including her husband, who has his arm wrapped around George in an attempt to throw him.

"What do you think you are doing. Bill, put Ginny down right this instant!” Bill scoffs. He isn’t even touching her.

They drop each other, let go of each other, and Harry gets off (Y/n).

George helps her up, smiling down to her, tuning out his mother’s lecturing. She smiles back up at him, “thank you.”

“No problem.”

“George, (Y/n), stop staring at each other and listen to me.” Their cheeks flush and they immediately step back from each other, facing Mrs Weasley.

It was at that moment that the two began to hope that the other liked them.

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“That was pathetic, why does your sister fancy my brother?” Ron groans, attempting not to gag as he flattens down his shirt, which had been rather rustled after their scrap, very relieved that his mother had stopped lecturing them all.

“She doesn’t, you numpty.” Harry shakes his head, laughing at his friend until his gaze catches Ginny’s, who is behind Ron, the world freezing around him.

“Uh, she does, mate,” Ron pulls a face, nudging his friend, knocking him out of his stupor, and pointing over to the two who are gazing romantically into each other’s eyes. Ron once again gags.

“So, I look at Ginny just like that, and we are friends,” he laughs nervously before walking away, heading over to Hermione.

“I hope the fuck not.”

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My bad, turns out this moment is far more pivotal.

“Write to me?” (Y/n) asks hopefully, fiddling with the ends of her skirt, trying to maintain eye contact despite her internal arguments. He smiles down at her, fondly, his eyes alight with adoration.

“I will.”

A gentle breeze makes its way through the tunnel, blowing her hair slightly in her face, making her laugh as she fumbles to push it away.

“Here, let me,” he shakes his head, biting back a smile as he raises his hand, tucking it behind her ear.

His hand hesitates, and her breath gets caught in her throat, as he moves it beneath her ear to come to cup her cheek, making her smile fall. “You look beautiful.”

Well, she would hope so, seeing as she is wearing her nicest outfit because (Y/n) knew he would be here, and she wishes to snog him at least once. Well, she likes to daydream about it. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

He laughs, not dropping his hand as his eyes fall to her lips, “will I see you at Christmas.”

“You should do, yeah,” she laughs nervously, brow raised, “same as the past few years.”

“Just want to make sure.”

“Come on, (Y/n)!” Mrs Weasley shouts, attempting to look over the crowd in the station, looking for the familiar ginger hair, for where (Y/n) is, her son should be too.

The train’s whistle sounds, causing her eyes to widen and for her to jump back, “Shit. See you at Christmas, Weasley.” She leans down, grabbing her suitcase for the journey, her trunk already aboard the train. Thinking nothing of it, apparently not realising that she is no longer daydreaming, she rises to her tiptoes, pressing a quick and hard kiss to his lips, “bye!"

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"Mate, I still can’t believe your sister fancies George,” Ron shakes his head, flopping into the seat beside Hermione.

“He is handsome,” Hermione says, not looking up from her book, although she does notice his look of disgust, which does make her smile. “Where is she?”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” he looks out of the window, trying to catch a glimpse, “I don’t know - bloody hell!” He jumps, the whistle of the training scaring the shit out of him. Of course, it barely phases Hermione who simply looks up and out of the window, immediately finding (Y/n). “She just kissed George.”

Ron gasps, shooting up, and he presses his face against the window, “I don’t see it.” He groans in annoyance.

“So, friends kiss,” Harry looks from the window, laughing at the look of horror on his friends’ faces, “some do.”

Ron squeals when the train lurches, and he is thrown onto Harry, “please, don’t kiss me."

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"Mistletoe,” he obviously states, stepping in front of (Y/n), his common smirk on his face, hands clasped behind his back, “but you don’t need Mistletoe, do you.”

She clasps her hands to her face, her cheeks flushed as she groans, “it was an accident.”

“I would hope so,” she drops her hands, raising a brow, “I don’t want you kissing anyone else."

"Shove off,” she presses her hands against his waistcoat, pushing him away. George does not move instead; he places his hands on top of her own as he smiles down at her. Her heart thumps in her chest as she looks between their hands and his face.

“If you want me to, but I would rather kiss you,” he teases.

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“They’re kissing again,” Ron sighs, shoving a mince pie in his mouth, not noticing the looks from Harry and Ginny, who he just sat between, interrupting their own moment.

“Good for (Y/n), she’s fancied him for years.”

“No, she hasn’t, Ginny,” Harry leans forward so that he can look at her over her annoying brother, “some friends kiss.”

“We are friends, and we’ve never kissed,” Ginny points out, not yet realising that her feelings are finally returned. Harry’s cheeks flush, and he falls back into his seat, eyes finding his sister, who is now far away from the Weasley brother.

“Dean used to be your friend,” Ron mumbles through the food in his mouth.

“Shut up, so did Lavender.”

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“Come on love, at this rate we’ll miss the wedding,” George knocks on his and Fred’s bedroom door, which they let to (Y/n) for the wedding. “I want a chance to show you off before the ceremony begins.”

“Shove off,” she laughs, fumbling with the front of her dress, attempting to straighten it out. She continues to go over her outfit and hair.

“Come onnnnnnn, we might even be able to sneak in a cheeky snog.”

“You’d like that very much.”

“Yes, I would,” he sighs, turning so his back is leaning against the door, “or maybe we could tell Harry instead.”

The door opens, and if it wasn’t for the hands of his girlfriend bracing against his back, he would have fallen right onto his arse, which would have been a pleasure for (Y/n) to witness.

“My brother didn’t realise we were dating that time he caught you with your hand up my skirt, he thought we were hugging,” she pushes him back up, her familiar fond smile on her face as they link arms.

She had seen him change earlier, but he is still as handsome as he was when she first saw his suit today, so she compliments him once again, and he returns with several mumbles and stumbles.

At this rate, Harry won’t think anything of it when she births their first child.

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Mon, 14 Feb 2022 15:30:09

(Remus Lupin x Female Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

Requested by:Anon

Requests: Open

Fandom:Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)

Request: ‘Remus lupin x fem reader where she just had a bad day and everything hurts and just wants comfort’

Thank you so much for requesting. Please, do say if you want any changes. I tried to get forward the bad day, and there is comfort at the end, do not worry, and it is all Remus content.

Warnings:Swearing.

Words:1.3K

Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01.

Thank you.:)

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“Hi,” Remus grins down to her, swaying back and forth on the heels of his feet, his hands clasped behind his back.

It is currently lunch in the Great Hall, and per his friends’ harassment, he has finally gathered up the courage to come and speak to her. She does not look up, but he notices her lips curling upwards into a smile, well as much as he can see as she is looking down to her meal.

“Hey.”

His cheeks instantly flush, his palms beginning to sweat, and he halts his movements to stand still, “how are you?”

She turns to him and smiles, although it does not meet her eyes, making his own falter, “still recovering from that prank you pulled this morning,” she jokes.

He curses his friends at that moment, and it takes all his power to not turn and glare at Sirius. Flashing an awkward smile, he straightens his tie, looking down at her, before speaking, “yes. Sorry about that, it wasn’t for you, it was for -”

“Mulciber?” She asks, quirking her head to the side, her smile finally meeting her eyes. His smile falters for a second, his flush spreading to his neck as his fingers struggle and fumble to now fit in his pockets. Instead, he decides to nod. She mirrors his actions, fingers still curled around the cutlery on her plate. “I heard about what happened to Mary,” she bites her lip in thought, and for a second, Remus truly believes he has gone to heaven; she is so cute, “I feel awful. Have you spoken to her recently?”

Remus shakes his head, furious at the future death eater for attacking his housemate, “no, we only really talk to each other.”

(Y/n) raises a hand to her mouth, covering her obvious laughter, “I wouldn’t say I’m surprised if I take into account my treatment this morning.”

“Hey!” He laughs, shoulders relaxing, “It was Sirius! Plus, I thought you would have been madder about your essay.” He is only joking, but it only reminds (Y/n) of her day, making her frown and her brows furrow.

She fakes him a smile, hands running down to smooth out her school skirt, “I was until you lot ruined my school uniform, and I had to leave Herbology and go all the way back to the common room to change.” She does not mean to appear rude, and upon his frown, she apologises immediately.

He shakes his head, a small smile on his face to ease her tension, “no, you’re right. We should be more careful with who we prank, make sure it’s the right person.”

(Y/n) gasps, placing a hand on her chest as she fights back her grin, “do my ears deceive me or did Remus Lupin just mention consequences? And being careful?” She gasps again.

He shakes his head, failing to bite back his own grin, “I have you know we always are.”

“No, no,” she shakes her head, sorrows of the day forgotten, “of course you are, my bad.”

Mustering all his confidence, he slides into the empty gap on her right, feet still facing the aisle. She holds her breath at their proximity. Not only can she smell his aftershave - which is ever so lovely - but his knees are an inch from her. Shoulders tense, she lets out a giggle, reaching up to straighten the collar of her school blouse and to tuck in her cardigan.

He doesn’t notice, more focused on their proximity too; he can smell her perfume and almost count all her freckles.

Their eyes meet, and both are left on edge, “ask our countless victims; we always make sure to get them.” It comes more out as an utter as both subconsciously begin to lean in.

“GET SOME MOONY!” Sirius shouts from where he sits, fists pumping the air. Peter looks at him in glee whilst James attempts to hide his own smirk.

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Sirius’ 'joke’ only worsened poor (Y/n’s) mood. Everything is going wrong today. First, her alarm clock did not wake her up, so she missed breakfast, then Remus’ stupid friends pull a dumb practical joke which made her miss the homework announcement, and then her essay somehow blew out of her hands when walking from Herbology to Transfiguration and landed on The Black Lake, getting it very wet - as you can imagine. The rest of the day did not get much better, with Sirius’ comment and the teasing that followed from basically the entire school. Of course, Remus did not get much backlash. Stupid Remus. Then, in the last period, she blew up her potion. Like an imbecile!

(Y/n) sighs, shutting her eyes as she sits on the wall in the courtyard, back facing the fountain. It wasn’t Remus’ fault as much as it was her own. To think she almost kissed him in front of the Great Hall, and that would have been embarrassing - for being caught, not kissing him specifically.

Her eyes remain shut as a person comes and sits to her left; she knows it’s Remus from his aftershave. She hears him drop his Backpack next to her Satchel. His robes are against her thigh, and her cheeks flush.

“(Y/n), I am so -”

“Ow!” Her eyes shoot open, hand going to her knee, which Remus had knocked when attempting to turn and face her.

“Shit!” Remus jumps up, eyes darting up and down her leg, looking for an injury. “I am so sorry. Bugger!” His eyes are wide and, he looks so panicked, that (Y/n) can’t help but smile.

“Remus, it’s okay,” she smiles up to him, patting his previous seat next to her. His brows furrow, but he does as she asks, uttering several more apologies, as well as profanities. “Everything hurts today,” she sighs.

She had knocked her knee when tripping over during the prank, her eyesight having been clouded, but she did not want to upset him.

He continues to frown, “is there anything that I could do?”

“Not really, I just -”

Sudden warmth envelopes her as she tilts forward, and it takes her a second to realise Remus has pulled her into a hug. “Is this okay?” He whispers, fearing his voice may crack or sound strained.

She smiles, eyes fluttering shut, and she wraps her arms around him, “perfect.”

Remus is a great hugger, and this must be one of the best hugs (Y/n) has had this entire school year, mostly because she hasn’t been able to go home, and it is also the Remus Lupin.

For a few minutes, they sit there, both enjoying the simplicity of this action and finally getting what they need. “I am sorry,” he whispers, “about that prank and your essay.”

“And I missed breakfast,” she whispers, tightening her hold.

“And you missed breakfast,” his voice wavers as he tries not to laugh, eyes still shut.

“It’s not funny.”

“You’re right, it’s not funny, sorry,” they both laugh, “although your potion was quite entertaining, I think it took Sirius’ eyebrows off.”

(Y/n) laughs, properly and loudly for the first time that day, and Remus finds himself looking down at her, his heart thumping and a grin forming on his face.

“He deserved it,” she mumbles into his chest. Remus glances around, relieved to see that no one else is in the courtyard, and he begins to rub circles with his thumb on her back.

“That he did.”

“Is it okay if I keep hugging you?” You wouldn’t believe it, but the two have been friends for years, Remus only just realised his feelings, which is why he was so embarrassing.

“Always.”

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Yeah, fuck you Snivellus, I’m going to steal your line - Moony

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Tue, 01 Feb 2022 16:32:35

(Regulus Black x Female Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

Part One

Requested by: Second Part to the Anon request and thank you to @regulusblackswhorecrux for motivating me to write it again. :)

Requests:Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)

Request: ‘ Would you ever write a part 2 to the regulus soulmate fic u write a while ago? ‘

Warnings: Rude looks, snide comments, confusion.

Words: 1.2K

Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01.

I have an idea for the third chapter that involves a good bit of snogging.

Thank you.

Taglist:

#regulus x reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x yn #regulus black x female reader #harry potter imagine #the marauders x reader #marauders x reader #harry potter x reader

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(Y/n) shoots up, not harming Madame Pomfrey but still causing her to take a few steps back in shock. “Miss (L/n), you must control yourself. Calm down.” The Matron’s own eyes are wide as she fumbles to flatten down her apron. Thankfully for the girl, her injury is not as bad as her soulmates, which means she can leave.

Her actions are quick as she takes a step forward and pulls away the curtain separating her from her soulmate.

Although she does not wish to acknowledge this, let alone confront him, she cannot deny the sting in her heart at the sight in front of her.

Regulus was making no haste in exiting the Hospital Wing, stumbling over his Quidditch bag that his teammates brought in. Common sense suddenly hits him as he places the strap of his bag on his shoulder, still clutching his injured arm to his chest.

Madame Pomfrey steps out, spreading the rest of the curtains, a gleam in her eyes, “oh, this is absolutely wonderful news, oh how I can’t believe that you have found your soulmates so young - Mister Black!” Her voice cracks, much shriller than before as she tries to follow after him, footsteps clicking, “I haven’t finished examining your arm. Yes, there is a bruise, but I haven’t checked the -”

(Y/n’s) brain muffles out the rest. She can’t describe how she feels because she doesn’t truly understand it. Why does her heart hurt for a man she wasn’t ready to meet? Her eyes begin to well embarrassingly, and she finds herself cursing the side effects of the ‘gift’ of having a soulmate.

She shakes her head, but her mind remains cloudy. What on Earth is going on?

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Sunday is far better than the day before for (Y/n) (L/n) as the sun shined brightly, and her head was clearer than it had even been before. She has heard of what follows after realising someone is your soulmate, euphoria, and joy.

Sunday was good - but not that good.

Today, Monday is already awful. The thumping migraine, different to any other she has experienced and the same she had on Saturday after the Hospital Wing, returned. Of course, this is (Y/n), and she would never chase after a boy, let alone Regulus Black.

“Oh, stop being dramatic and pay attention, (Y/n),” her friend says, scribbling down Professor McGonagall’s words whilst rolling their eyes.

(Y/n) glares, not taking her eyes off her own notes, “you don’t know what I’m feeling.”

Her friend’s scribbling quickens as they dig their quill further into the parchment at the same time, “exactly, at least you have met your soulmate.”

She bites her lip, pausing and turning to her friend, “I’m sorry, that was inconsiderate of me.” There’s a pause, and (Y/n) gently nudges her friend’s elbow with her own. “I should be - I am grateful that I have found my soulmate,” she gasps, forcing her friend’s gaze to meet her own, “we should find yours. I don’t believe that we aren’t meant to meet our soulmates around the same time.”

There’s another pause, and her smile falters. Then her friend chuckles, shaking their head, “you’re an idiot.”

“Regulus Black’s idiot.”

The two snort, shrill laughter soon following as the two realise the stupidity of the situation.

“Miss (L/n), (Title) (Friend’s L/n),” their heads snap towards the Professor, cheeks heating, “not only is it rude to talk ill of a classmate, but it is worse when talking about your soulmate."

If the entire class’s gaze wasn’t on them before, it is now.

"Miss (L/n),” the Professor’s look hardens through her glasses. Her cheeks are crimson as she turns in her chair to face him with a nervous smile.

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Regulus Black wishes that the ground would swallow him up. This is something that he never wanted his mates to find out. Not only is (Y/n) weird, but her status within society and blood purity is…embarrassing.

Against his own will, he slinks into his chair, cheeks flushing as their gaze meets due to the quiet laughter of his friends.

His head begins to clear, the thumping also calming, which could only be due to his realisation of a clever plan that begins to form in his head.

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His smirk unsettles (Y/n) further.

Sighing, she decides to ignore the resentment that has developed from not only this situation but the laughter of his friends and his lack to defend her, “sorry.”

Professor McGonagall thankfully decides to take pity on her as she thanks her before telling Regulus’ dumb friends off and continues the lesson.

Her voice cracks at her next words as she resumes writing, taking a deep breath before whispering, “I cannot imagine the sins I must have committed in my previous life or lives.” Despite trying to crack a joke, she comes off rather sad, and even her best mate gives her a sympathetic look.

“Maybe it was a coincidence?”

“I hope,” she tries to joke again, but her throat gets caught.

(Y/n) (L/n) wishes that the ground will swallow her up.

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“I detest how he makes me feel, all weak and with a constant headache,” (Y/n) whispers at tea, glaring at her plate in front of her as she ignores the flickering stares of everyone.

“Maybe one of the Slytherin’s pranked you. I can’t image why you would be put with him of all people,” their friend holds their fork in their mouth for a few seconds in thought, “I can’t understand why you are poorly.”

“Isn’t it obvious,” she sighs overdramatically, trying to ease her friend as well as herself, “he is cursing me.”

Her friend smiles, shaking their head, “it’s jinxing if anything as you’d be paler if it was a curse."

"Oh,” she turns to her friend, raising a brow at them, “I didn’t mean to offend you, Merlin.” She grins, fork and knife now placed together on her plate.

“Well, you have, young one,” they pull a face, looking down at (Y/n), the ends of her lips quirking every now and then.

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Regulus’ gaze unintentionally falls on his soulmate, his stomach fluttering slightly, which only makes him want to throw up. His friends do not notice, more focused on the snide marks they’re making at the unfortunate Muggleborns in their house.

Once again, his headache clears, and the ends of his lips curl upwards at (Y/n’s) laughter. Why is he reacting like this? Why must she be his soulmate? Why of all people?

His parents are not soulmates, and they have done fine. This is only proof that he does not need her to survive, despite his body’s protests. Rarely in his family do they marry their soulmate, and he wouldn’t be surprised if some of them kille- he should not speak about his family in such a way.

Thankfully, this means that he can still carry out his carefully, formulated plan that his brother would most certainly admire; although, it is not as deceitful as Sirius’ tends to be.

However, it remains quite brilliant, although he does not wish to brag.

Well, technically it is not a full plan, more so research if anything.

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Mon, 31 Jan 2022 11:35:08

(Regulus Black x Female Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

Requested by: Anon

Requests:Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (The Marauders Era)

Request: ‘Will u please write a regulus black x fem reader where they’re like quidditch rivals so they kinda hate eachother but at the same time they have a friends with benefits situation and one of them catches feeling but is way too scared to admit anything. But it accidentally comes out during a fight so they just kinda scream about how much they like eachother. This probably doesn’t make much sense but I hope u understand what I’m trying to say, hope u have a good <3′

I absolutely adored this idea. Please let me know if this is alright, plot wise and writing wise, haha. I am a bit rusty.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual themes, poorly written almost smut scene (just grinding, not actual sex), (Also I didn’t say any genital words because I was getting second-hand embarrassment) complex and confusing Regulus. Reader being a smirking little sh*t at times.

Words: 2.3K

Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog @daydreams-magic01 .

Thank you.

Taglist:

#regulus x reader #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x yn #regulus black x female reader #harry potter x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter oneshot #the marauders x reader #marauders x reader #hogwarts imagine

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“AND TEN POINTS FOR (Your house)! Well done (Y/n) (L/n)! IN YOUR FACE, BLACK!” The commentator shouts out, ignoring the disapproving look that Professor McGonagall sends their way as they cheer for their classmate.

(Y/n) can’t help but smirk, quirking her right brow as she searches the skies for Regulus, squinting as the wind blows her hair across her face, and as usual, the second she looks over to him, he looks away. She enjoys getting at him, but so does he; he does the same to her after all.

Shaking her head, and with a roll of her eyes, she turns to her housemate, grinning ear to ear as they both fist bump both hands in the air. The stalls fill with cheers as she scores the first goal after ten minutes. (Y/n) is not one to brag, but she cannot help but act like the younger version of James Potter when it comes to the youngest Mister Black. She does not search for praise either, but it is entertaining getting at the boy, and she enjoys fuelling the flames. She ignores how the wind throws her hair in front of her eyes as she sets off again, robes flying behind her.

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“What are you playing at?” A familiar voice calls as she heads down the clear hallway. Not turning, she continues, quirking her brow again as she subconsciously begins to play with the collar of her shirt.

“I’m heading to my common room to celebrate my victory,” she smirks, hearing the footsteps falter behind her before he huffs, and they speed up again. Her hair blows back as she walks past an open window in the passage, reminding her of the conditions of the game, which had started windy before turning into a torrential downpour - well, it felt like so.

“You did not win,” Regulus smirks, slowly down his steps to match hers as he comes beside her. “And that bragging on the pitch was incredibly dumb; you made a complete fool of yourself. It amazes me more and more each day as you continue to disappoint your family name.” He turns up his nose before wrinkling it further as the wind hits him, and he hurriedly attempts to flatten his hair.

“My family name!” She scoffs, “at least mine is full of good people and does not have webbed feet. And, I di -” She cuts herself short as she turns to face him, her cheeks flushing as (Y/n) watches him - although, (Y/n) would have preferred that it was her touching and griping at his dark locks, not that she hasn’t before.

“You know that I do not have webbed feet, you imbecile, and at least my magic is pur-”, He stops his grumbling for a second, lowering his hands as they come to a stop, “catching feelings, are we (L/n)?”

“Don’t be daft, Black, and I have seen your feet, you are basically a Merman,” she rolls her eyes, trying to ignore her cheeks that continue to flush a darker shade, despite her protests as she begins to walk again, clasping her Quidditch bag tighter in her hand. “Who’s making a fool of themselves now?” She musters the courage to turn to him again, ignoring the flutters in her belly as he matches her, quirking his brow with a smirk.

“Still you."

There are a few moments of silence, not entirely comfortable as (Y/n) finds her eyes darting back and forth to either side of her - fighting internally rather pathetically - while he only gazes at the floor, clutching his backpack tighter.

"Why are you here?” (Y/n) inhales deeply, biting her lip as she clenches her eyes shut. Wow, this is why she got bullied as a child.

He turns to her, eyes wide, but his frown turns upwards for a split second as he sees her expression; it falls before she opens her eyes and meets his, both stopping once again, this time inconveniently on a tower’s staircase.

Now, there are many ways that this moment could go. One, Regulus could confess his feelings, and the two can shag happily for the rest of their lives - or on this staircase at least. Two, (Y/n) could reject him, and everyone will find out, he will never live to see a day and will die of embarrassment as well as shame. Three, he could fuck up. Four, he could listen to previous advice his brother gave him on girls when he spoke to him - and fuck up.

“Want to fu- frolic?” He chuckles nervously. Curse his brother he almost listened to him - that is why his brother will die alone, unlike him.

(Y/n) makes a noise at the back of her throat, eyes wide, “we’ve been shagging for weeks, and you have just referred to it as ‘frolicking’?”

His lips curl, and he straightens his posture.

No, curse him for nearly getting nervous over (Y/n) (L/n) - as if! “Just wanted to make sure that you were still down; after that pathetic stunt you pulled as if you were better than me, you may have scored more than me, but unlike you, I can win a game.” She rolls her eyes, so what if he, the seeker caught the snitch, his team mate barely scored the extra ten points that got them to win; it is not that hard to catch a Quaffle and throw it. Her mouth forms into a snarl as she allows him to continue. “Why else would I come to talk to you, you idiot?”

“Ah yes, I forgot, I am the only girl who will allow you to fuck her.” She continues to walk again, and Regulus rolls his eyes, raising a finger to say his point, but she continues, not caring for him behind her. “How does it feel, knowing that the only girl who will let you shag her is a woman you hate?” Her eyes gleam as she spins on her heels, unable to control the words that continue, “a woman who sees you as a last resort."

There’s a pause as he freezes in his steps - having begun to go after her - she mirrors his actions.

"Fuck you.”

“Gladly.”

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(Y/n) clenches her eyes shut as she grips at his hair, ignoring the slight sting as he pushes her against the stone wall. Oh, how she loves - sorry - enjoys his hair. How can it be so soft?

His teeth nip as her neck, as he places his leg between her thighs. With his right hand, he slowly slides it down her waist, leaving sparks of fire in its wake before gently curving it beneath her thigh as he lifts her to wrap her legs around his hips, her skirt now barely covering her hips. He groans, adoring the way her skin feels familiar and the heat that makes its way through his trousers; he gently begins to rub circles with his thumb before doing the same with his left hand, moving it from its position beside her head, pinning her to the wall.

Her breath wavers, the outline of his most private area pressed directly against the right place of her own, and her thighs subconsciously clench around his hips. He chuckles against her neck, beginning to pepper kisses along the entire length of her collarbone. Then, he rolls his hips, nestling his head in her neck as he elicits a moan from the two of them. (Y/n) bites her lip as he finally does it again, tightening her grip that is now on his shoulders.

He grins, glancing up to her for a second, enjoying her expression before repeating his previous motions, in the opposite direction across her collarbone, “No need to be quiet, (L/n), this wouldn’t be the first time that-”

“Fuck you.”

“Gladly,” he smirks.

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Regulus Black glares daggers at his previously good friend Barty Crouch Junior (they were close until he realised just how creepy that boy was. Some people must get too comfortable, he supposes.) Of course, this does not mean that Barty lacks charisma, looks, or the ability to fool just about anyone - even his father. Bloody Crouch.

Regulus glances up from his book in the library as he attempts to catch a quick glimpse of the two who are on the opposite side of the table next to him. Despite the table being big enough to fit eight, Crouch must sit next to her. He nearly has a heart attack when Crouch turns to the laughing girl, tucking some hair gently behind her ear. Her cheeks are flushed, and he cannot ignore the way her hands tighten their grip around her quill. She may be enjoying this, but Regulus most certainly is not.

He goes to stand up, but he stops. (Y/n) isn’t his girlfriend, and she has free will. She can make her own decisions. She is simply a quick shag. Well, it’s never quick.

Her gaze ends up meeting his, and whatever she was about to say has quickly died in her throat. The golden glow of the sun reaches the window behind him, illuminating him in an awe-striking glow. She can’t help but smile, the incessant boy next to her long-forgotten, and despite his fury, the ends of his lips curl upwards.

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“What are you playing at?” Once again, Regulus Black finds himself storming after the (h/c) haired pain in his arse. She ignores him, but he quickly catches up, coming to a stop in front of her.

She rolls her eyes and tries to step out past her, but before she can, he cuts her off. “You are not my boyfriend, husband, nor keeper. Please, be gone.” She sighs, and with a sarcastic smile, tries to step past him again. Of course, he does the same as before.

His lips curl as he glares down to her, “I think I should know who else you are sleeping with, seeing as you could be riddled with disease.”

She gasps, her own stare hardening into a glare as she bites back several rude comments,

“And what about you? I should know too.”

Why must he always confront her in empty hallways?

His snarl falters, as does his posture, “I beg your pardon.”

She continues to glare, taking a step forward, making him take a step back. “Come on, Black.

You want to know who I shag, and I want to know the same about you.”

He tries to ignore the sting in his heart as she basically confirms their relationship, and he shoves his hands in his trousers’ pockets.

“None of your business. I am of the Noble House of B - don’t roll your eyes at me!”

(Y/n) continues to step forward, making him stumble until the usual tables are reversed, and she has him against the wall.

“Fuck off and go shag, Barty!” His voice cracks a little bit, making his cheeks flush as he presses the palms of his hands against the wall. Thankfully, he does not embarrass himself too much as he maintains eye contact with her.

“Why? Want to watch?"

His cheeks flush just like hers already is, but he does not notice. "How dare you suggest such a thing! I am - I am -”

“You are what?"

There is a pause, and (Y/n) begins to grin, realising that she has won. He could lie and say he is shagging many, or he could…

He sighs, "I am only sleeping with you.” He groans internally, wishing he knew how to shut up.

She falters, eyes wide and cheeks flushing to a rosier shade, “liar.”

His eyes dart open, his jaw drops, “I beg your pardon!”

She scoffs, shaking her head at him before turning on her heels, heading away, flashing him two fingers as she leaves.

“What the fuck?” He whispers to himself, staring down to the ground. Then, he shakes his head, and this time, he runs after her.

To clarify, one of the Noble House of Black does not run.

“Who do you think you are?” She ignores him, continuing on. “You are infuriating.” She continues to ignore him, taking a sharp turn into a quieter route to her common room, as well as faster. “What is wrong with you.”

She suddenly stops, and he would have walked right into her had he not the quick reflexes from Quidditch. She spins on her heels, glaring at him. For a second, he freezes in awe of her beauty and fierceness, but he quickly controls it.

“What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you!” She takes another step forward, but he does not falter, continuing to stare her down, maintaining her posture. “I have been nothing but honest, and you are nothing but a nasty little boy!”

“Me!” He scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest, “I am always honest. You are dishonest!”

“Liar!”

“Stop calling me that!” They are shouting now, and it would not surprise either if their classmates could hear them squabbling now.

“ Fuck you! Then tell me a truth.”

“No, thank you!” Now, that is something that Regulus thought he would never say. “You do it first!”

“Fine!” (Y/n) glares, and she does not even take a breath before she says this, “I am not sleeping with anyone else; I never have because I love you!” For a second, she is proud, knowing she has demonstrated more honesty until she realises what she has said. Her eyes widen, her breath gets caught in her throat as her eyes begin to well slightly but not in an embarrassing way, like no way is she going to be (Y/N) and cry.

His own eyes widen, his heart stuttering, and before a moment could settle between them, he gently raised his left hand to cup her cheek, thumb wiping away a single tear that had escaped before curling his right hand around her waist. Gently he leans down, her own eyes gently closing, followed by this as his lips carefully meet hers.

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Sun, 30 Jan 2022 09:00:34

(Draco Malfoy x GN!Potter!Reader)

(Not my gifs, credit to the creators)

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x yn #draco malfoy x male reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x female reader #ron weasley x reader #draco malfoy x potterreader #harry potter x reader

Requested by: Anon

Requests:Open

Fandom: Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era)

Request: ‘ Hi! Hope you’re okay and am glad you’re back!!! I was wondering if I could request a Draco Malfoy x Potter!reader where they’ve been dating since first year and Y/N is very close with the Slytherins, best friends with Pansy and Blaise. At the Yule Ball, they dance to ‘All I Need’ by Within Temptation (the dance Damon and Elena do) and everyone can see the love between the two as they dance and figure out the two are dating. Harry doesn’t react well. Thank you!!! ❤️‍❤️‍❤️‍ ‘

Warnings: Nothing, except poorer writing from being out of practice :)

I originally posted this on the 2nd of January, but I am reposting it as my tags were not working at the time. I am reposting this for the forth time in hopes that it works.

Words: 1.9K

Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine. This features the song ‘All I need’ by the Temptations, I have not mentioned the lyrics but feel free to listen to it as it is based on the scene from the Vampire Diaries, which I do not claim as my own, nor the dance.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01.

Thank you.

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“(Y/n), you’re a -”

“No.” They immediately cut Ron off, not glancing up from their essay. The Yule Ball is barely a few days away, and unsurprisingly, Ron has left it to the last minute, as well as their brother. (Y/n) can’t help but laugh internally at their embarrassment.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask.” Ron sighs, leaning on his elbow as he takes the seat beside them, leaning his weight on his arm and huffing beneath his breath. The two are currently in the Great Hall, meant to be studying, but no longer.

The edges of their lips curl up slightly, but they still do not look up, “I assume that Hermione said no.”

He chokes out a few breaths, making their smile widen ever so slightly, “I- I have no idea what you mean.”

(Y/n) sighs and places their quill down, clasping their hands together on the part of the parchment that is yet to be written on. “Your loss, Ronald.”

There’s a quick pause before Ron scoffs, shaking his head slightly, “it’s not my fault if Hermione wants to go to the Yule Ball alone.” He runs his hand through his hair, biting his lip as he pauses for a second to think everything over - what if she does have a date? He shakes his head again, deciding that the idea is completely wild. “And apparently so do you.”

“How do you know I do not have a date, Ronald?” They raise a brow at him, the ends of their lips curling up slightly. “Is the idea of someone fancying me so shocking?”

There’s a pause before Ron tilts his head side to side, considering the idea, “Yes.”

“Fuck off.”

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They take a deep breath and release their ringed hands. They look gorgeous, the dark tones of their attire matching the scenery around them whilst also highlighting their face and hair. They are stunning.

The gazes they were receiving made (Y/n) think otherwise, their shoulders beginning to tense once again as their hands fumbled for each other.

A sigh escapes them once they finally reach Blaise and Pansy by the entrance, both still waiting for their dates.

“You can unclench your teeth, you know,” Pansy states, trying not to laugh as she takes in her friend’s incredibly tense stature. Although there are many frills, Pansy still looks beautiful in her pale pink dress robes. Blaise looks quite handsome in his own dark dress robes, his face content but his knees shaking slightly.

“Sorry,” they let out a nervous laugh, their shoulders still stiff and their hands still curled. Pansy gives (Y/n) a look, which is returned with a weary smile. “Where is -”

“He’s on his way,” Blaise smiles reassuringly, his eyes lighting up slightly as his gaze suddenly shifts to someone behind them. “That’s my date, I-I will see you two later. Have fun.” He mumbles a goodbye before strolling over to the girl, a charismatic smile on his face.

“I swear, if our dates don’t look at us like that, I am done.” Pansy jokes, but (Y/n) can hear an underlying tone of honesty.

“Don’t be daft, Pansy, they will. You look a solid eleven out of -”

“Oi! (Y/n), what are you doing over there?” The familiar voice of Ronald makes them jump, turning swiftly on their heels to face him and their brother on the stairs - both wear looks of disapproval. Whilst Harry wears more modern clothing, Ron does not. The amount of frills and lace is shocking.

“Chatting to some friends.” They look him up and down, biting their lip as their shoulders begin to shake ever so slightly, the shaking worsening as they make a joke in their head, “when did you go grave robbing?”

(I take credit for that joke, 2 am and I am on fire!)

Ron’s frown falls further, whilst their brother has no shame in hiding his laughter.

Pansy scoffs behind them, and (Y/n) turns around to look at her, and this time she has her nose upturned and her mouth pressed in a thin line. However, a smile soon graces her face once they make eye contact, "have fun with Weaslebee and scar-head.”

“Are you sure?”

Pansy nods, taking another look at their brother and his friend, not suppressing her giggles, “I will see you later, have fun.”

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“She’s just my friend.” (Y/n) reminds them, reaching the two at the bottom of the stairs. Like the entrance, which they only had a glance, the entryway and stairs are decorated wonderfully; there is mistletoe hanging from the arches, tinsel wrapped around the staircase, and there are trees that litter the corners of this entryway.

“Can the inbred form complex relationships?” Harry jokes, glancing up to the ceiling in thought.

“I don’t know,” (Y/n) grins, “but Ron did.” Their hands are clasped behind their back as they lean back and forth on the balls of their feet.

“Yes, I did,” Ron continues, grinning at the two. “And I must say, you two look amazing… and I look like my great aunt Tessie.” Harry and (Y/n’s) dress robes are far more appropriate and pleasing to the eye’s than Ron’s, by at least a marathon. Ron’s is quite ghastly. Bless him, you can see where he tried to cut the lace.

“Can’t be helped, mate.”

“Shut up, Harry.”

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(This would be a good point to start the song if you want to.)

(Y/n) and their date agreed to meet inside the Great Hall, although they had hoped to catch him before, they must have just missed each other. They strain their neck as they weave around the students, trying to look around them. Biting their lip, their cheeks flush as they begin to wonder if everyone can see them looking about, dateless. (Y/n) has a date, he just can’t seem to be found.

They had already witnessed the champion’s dance, without him, and they would much prefer to spend the rest of the evening with him.

Stopping, they decide it would be best to go back to the entry and wait for him to come in, that does make far more sense than simply walking about and hoping to come across him. If only their brother was not so annoying, they could have met outside.

“(Y/n).” He quietly gasps behind them, taking their hand in his, gently spinning them around. Bowing, he presses a gentle kiss to the back of their hand, his eyes not breaking contact with their’s as their stomach begins to flutter.

Standing straight, he looks down to them, not dropping their hand as he smiles, his heart thumping. “You never fail to amaze me.”

“You look quite dashing yourself,” they turn their nose up, making him laugh.

“Can you hear that?” The melody of ‘All I need’ by temptation, a song (Y/n) has always wanted to dance to, begins to play.

“Of course, I can hear it, Draco. The music is quite loud.”

“I mean, do you want to dance, you nutter?” He shakes his head, his smile never dropping.

(Y/n) nods, their cheeks slightly flush. Grinning, he thanks them and begins to lead them to the centre of the dance floor.

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“ 'Arry, is that (Y/n)?” Ron sits up in his seat, nudging his friend in the side, making him hiss; the even Padma and her sister follow his gaze.

“No, that’s Malfoy.” Harry, of course, fails to realise that there is someone else in front of the bowing Draco.

“No, you imbecile, dancing with him.”

This time Harry catches the glimpse of the familiar (h/c) locks as the two take a step back from each other. “That’s not them.”

Ron shakes his head, and like Parvati and her sister, attempts to get a glance behind him. Unfortunately, despite being incredibly skinny, Malfoy remains to have broad shoulders.

The dancing pairs place the palm of their hands a few inches apart as they all begin to turn clockwise, revealing the familiar face of (Y/n).

Harry sits up in his seat, ignoring the audible sigh of awe from the two girls at their appearance, as he watches Malfoy and (Y/n’s) gaze never wavering. Ron’s jaw drops as he watches the two come to a stop before repeating the same actions but anti-clockwise.

Harry’s gaze hardens into a glare as he looks piercingly at the back of Draco, watching the two stop before placing both palms’ inches from their partner’s and turning the other way, again. He was going to kill Draco.

“There, they’ve stopped now,” Ron places his hand on his friend’s shoulder, gripping it for a second before letting it fall.

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(Y/n) cannot take their eyes off him, the few seconds they are apart, feel longer as the two gazes in anticipation. Taking a step forward, (Y/n) places their left hand behind his shoulder, the other clasping his own, whilst Draco’s right-hand goes to their waist, making their stomach flutter again.

The two begin to dance, their eyes vulnerable as they try not to smile. Stepping in the traditional box motion, Draco leads them, his breath caught in his throat.

Despite trying not to, the ends of (Y/n’s) lips begin to curl as the couple move together.

Their hands fit together perfectly, and the hand on their back is making (Y/n’s) skin burn.

Nothing could ruin this moment for them.

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Harry Potter continues to glare, but this time at his sibling, whose smile instantly falls.

He watches as their steps begin to hurry, replacing Malfoy as the lead as it is now Harry and (Y/n’s) gaze that does not break. The music slows down, and the pairs form a line again, taking a step away from each other. Harry watches them give Malfoy a bashful smile, the boy’s own lips curled but brows furrowed.

A couple, steps in front of (Y/n), Krum and Hermione as they break from the line, but he does not care - although Ron does. When they finally pass, his sibling and Malfoy are long gone.

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For the rest of the evening, Harry allows them to have their fun, which (Y/n) is relieved of. They dance with Draco formally, and wildly, the two clearly madly in love as it was not just Harry watching the pair all evening. Fred Weasley had a few things to say about them dancing with Potter, whereas George would have preferred not to confront them, but to inform Harry instead. It is clear Harry is aware as whenever he has a free moment, he is glaring at the spot the pair began dancing.

(Y/n) does not tell Draco why they began to lead, but it is clear it is still on their mind.

(Y/n) wishes he didn’t have to leave, but they both do.

At the end of the evening, Draco leads them outside the hall, and they decline his offer of walking back to the common room. They may be dating but they are not going to give away the location of their common room to someone, not in their house.

Bidding them farewell, with a bow and a kiss on the back of their hand. In his eyes, the night had been perfect.

Although the two have been dating since First year, it has been private since, and quite downlow, with no public affection and only informing their closest friends.

“You cannot date him,” Harry states, coming behind them. “He is bad news, if he could, he’d be a Deatheater.”

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Sat, 29 Jan 2022 15:51:55

Requests are now open! I previously wrote on Wattpad where I got over 200K views but I have since deleted my work due to the data breach and the fact I wrote it years ago and I believe my writing has improved vastly. (Well I hope so, lol).

Unfortunately, I am a bit rusty, which means I will only write the minimum of one thousand words per request. I also enjoy writing in detail, sorry if you do not like that.

I decided to keep my Secondary Blog as a Middle-Earth/Tolkien one!

I previously took a break, for personal reasons, but I have mustered the confidence to return. I apologise if I did not write your requests before, I feel awful, and please FEEL FREE to send them in again - there appears to be an error with my ask box and most of my requests have disappeared.

What do I write?

I write ‘x readers’.

I will also write for ships - for example, Harry Potter (as I know the most about the couples in it). I will also write ‘Jily’, (for Harry Potter) because that is superior.

What fandoms do I write for on my main blog?

Harry Potter (all Eras)
Narnia
Netflix Bridgerton

What fandoms to I write for on this blog?

The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings

Pleaserequest here if you have any requests for these fandoms, same rules apply, or simply click on my blog on the ask button @daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin.

(You can ask me if there are any other fandoms I write for, but these are my main ones)

Rules:

I do have rules and limits, as there are things that make my uncomfortable.

I write for all genders and sexualities, as well as body types, etc. Discrimination is not welcomed here.
No hate! If you don’t like my work, please don’t be rude about it. I have tried my hardest and whilst I appreciate constructive feedback, bullying and hate is just rude. I have never and will never attend to offend anyone or make them uncomfortable, I always try to put in the right tags also. If there are any issues, please put them in my ask box (however, it may be a few days until I reply as I don’t look in there until I have completed my current request) I apologise in advance and it is most likely due to an error or accident. Thank you :)

If I make an error, please message me privately - I once had an autocorrect issue where a tag went to ‘teddy lupin x male reader’ on my blog when it was for a female reader as I was in a rush and did not realise I had already done the female tag. I am sorry again and an issue like this will never happen again, and I shall always double check from now on.

I will never write anything underage so please request someone who is of age. I won’t mention anything triggering in too much detail as I don’t want to upset anyone. I will not write (describe) rape, it will always be consensual.
If there is anything triggering, I will mention at the top. Remember, I love you guys.
I am trying to improve my smut skills, but writing it does make me uncomfortable. I won’t write anything messed up, too graphic, dark, or kinky or to do with rape.
Please do not copy or share my work in your own books or on another website! This is my hard work, and my writing. It should only be found on this blog. So please don’t. I find it very annoying and rude. (This includes futures and previous works)
You will only find my work here. (I realise I emphasise this and I’m sorry)
Please include the gender, and which person you would prefer it in as I don’t want to annoy you if I make an error (I usually write in third person but if you do not prefer this, please say so). It can also be very difficult to write without this. Please include anything else which you find necessary to apply.
When you request I will make it time appropriate to the movie or show unless stated otherwise. However, can you please clarify when you want it, for example, if the show spans over a number of years. If it isn’t necessary then I will just set it after. :)
I will always try to use the spelling and slang from where it is set.
Unless if I say other wise, your request should be posted within the week.
Have a wonderful day. I can’t remember any other rules right now but it’s like 3am.

Thank you!

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01and@daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin as I have decided to keep as a Tolkien blog for requests, and in that case only future Tolkien work should only be found on there, and all previous Tolkien work as well as all my other requests should only be found on my main blog. No where else.

Please say if you wanted to be added to a tag list.

Please feel free to request on my main blog unless you have any Hobbit and Lord of the Rings requests and wish to see me having a Tolkien blog, then do it on this one, haha. (That link is to my previous Lotr and Hobbit Masterlist).

Please say if you wanted to be added to a tag list.

Sat, 29 Jan 2022 12:54:06

Requests are now open! I previously wrote on Wattpad where I got over 200K views but I have since deleted my work due to the data breach and the fact I wrote it years ago and I believe my writing has improved vastly. (Well I hope so, lol).

Unfortunately, I am a bit rusty, which means I will only write the minimum of one thousand words per request. I also enjoy writing in detail, sorry if you do not like that.

I decided to keep my Secondary Blog as a Middle-Earth/Tolkien one!

I previously took a break, for personal reasons, but I have mustered the confidence to return. I apologise if I did not write your requests before, I feel awful, and please FEEL FREE to send them in again - there appears to be an error with my ask box and most of my requests have disappeared.

What do I write?

I write ‘x readers’.

I will also write for ships - for example, Harry Potter (as I know the most about the couples in it). I will also write ‘Jily’, (for Harry Potter) because that is superior.

What fandoms do I write for on my main blog?

Harry Potter (all Eras)
Narnia
Netflix Bridgerton

What fandoms to I write for on this blog?

The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings

Pleaserequest here if you have any requests for these fandoms, same rules apply, or simply click on my blog on the ask button @daydreams-magic01-mrsdurin.

(You can ask me if there are any other fandoms I write for, but these are my main ones)

Rules:

I do have rules and limits, as there are things that make my uncomfortable.

I write for all genders and sexualities, as well as body types, etc. Discrimination is not welcomed here.
No hate! If you don’t like my work, please don’t be rude about it. I have tried my hardest and whilst I appreciate constructive feedback, bullying and hate is just rude. I have never and will never attend to offend anyone or make them uncomfortable, I always try to put in the right tags also. If there are any issues, please put them in my ask box (however, it may be a few days until I reply as I don’t look in there until I have completed my current request) I apologise in advance and it is most likely due to an error or accident. Thank you :)

I will never write anything underage so please request someone who is of age. I won’t mention anything triggering in too much detail as I don’t want to upset anyone. I will not write (describe) rape, it will always be consensual.
If there is anything triggering, I will mention at the top. Remember, I love you guys.
I am trying to improve my smut skills, but writing it does make me uncomfortable. I won’t write anything messed up, too graphic, dark, or kinky or to do with rape.
Please do not copy or share my work in your own books or on another website! This is my hard work, and my writing. It should only be found on this blog. So please don’t. I find it very annoying and rude. (This includes futures and previous works)
You will only find my work here. (I realise I emphasise this and I’m sorry)
Please include the gender, and which person you would prefer it in as I don’t want to annoy you if I make an error (I usually write in third person but if you do not prefer this, please say so). It can also be very difficult to write without this. Please include anything else which you find necessary to apply.
When you request I will make it time appropriate to the movie or show unless stated otherwise. However, can you please clarify when you want it, for example, if the show spans over a number of years. If it isn’t necessary then I will just set it after. :)
I will always try to use the spelling and slang from where it is set.
Unless if I say other wise, your request should be posted within the week.
Have a wonderful day. I can’t remember any other rules right now but it’s like 3am.

Thank you!

Please say if you wanted to be added to a tag list.

Fri, 31 Dec 2021 21:26:52

All soulmates are the same

(Teddy Lupin x female reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

#teddy lupin x reader #teddy lupin x female reader #teddy lupin x femreader #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #harry potter oneshot #james sirius potter x reader #fred weasley x reader #teddy x reader #regulus black x reader #regulus x reader

Requested by: Anon

Fandom:Harry Potter (Next Generation Era)

Request:‘Hi could you please do a teddy lupin x fem reader soulmate au, I just read your regulus black soulmate au and I loved it so much’

Thank you so much!

I hope you enjoy my idea and scenario!

Warnings:Language and mentions of violence.

Words:1.4K

This is now a part of the Soulmate Series, there is a Regulus one too on my masterlist. (This is why I have tagged Regulus in case you like the idea of a soulmate au and want to read the Regulus one.)

Disclaimer:This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01 .

Also thank you to the Anon who brought the ‘x male reader’ tag to my attention, in my ask box, it was accidental and due to autocorrect, as I had it on, which I did not realise. I immediately removed it upon reading the ask. I understand how irritating it can be having the wrong tags and I apologise. From now on, I will double check. Have an amazing day ! :)

Thank you.

“Mate, she is my soulmate.” Edward Lupin brags, removing his gaze on her for one second to his god-brother, “see, we are a match made in heaven."

James rolls his eyes, nudging him with his hip to get a better look at the courtyard below, "she is too fit for you, you lanky fuck."

Teddy holds back the urge to pull at the arrogant boy’s hair and instead decides to make a change, "but I can look like anyone, remember?”

The younger boy screams once he turns around, an identical boy with a smirk mirroring his own, “Merlin. Stop doing that, you freak. And I am too young, remember?” The older boy laughs, flashing the Potter the reversed peace sign before changing his form into an older, slightly different version of him.

James raises a brow, shaking his head, “not my Grandad, bro.” He looks down in shame, skin stretching as he grows an inch or two to return to himself. His hair remains black for another minute or so before flashing ginger and then turquoise.

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“Hello, soulmate,” Teddy flirts, spinning around the pillar to appear in front of her. He flashes her a smile, discretely taking in her appearance of skinny jeans and a white top.

(Y/n’s) cheeks flush as she tucks some hair behind her ear, smiling up to him, “Teddy.” She takes in his appearance as he towers over her, clad in loose jeans, a black belt and a white button-up covered by a brown jumper. She thanks Merlin that it’s the weekend because Lupin looks extraordinary in muggle clothes.

“So, do you admit that I am your soulmate?” He crosses his arms, smiling, as he leans on his elbows against the wall.

“You aren’t, Lupin. Now, please, leave me alone,” she flashes him a smile, fed up with his constant need for attention, and spins on her heels. For years, he has been convinced that they are soulmates, but he is yet to figure out their soul mark. (Y/n), of course, already knows her mark.

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“Mate, how can you get her when you don’t even know your soul mark,” Fred Jr laughs, shaking his head at his friend as he reads over his Herbology textbook. He can’t wait to meet his soulmate either, longing for the day that he can hold her in his arms, but at the same time, he isn’t ready.

Edward is very much ready.

The two are in the library, clad in their uniform, and they sit by the window, parchment and quills sprawled out around them.

“I’ll figure it out,” he beams, placing his hands on his hips proudly as he puffs out his chest. Fred raises a brow and glances at him for a second before looking back down to his book. He is surprised that Teddy hasn’t figured it out; almost everyone else has.

“Go on then.”

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“Is that a rock?” (Y/n) whispers into his ear, making him jump. She laughs as he turns on his heels, rock still in his hand. However, his eyes still look panicked, making her frown.

“Hi.”

She looks behind him, to where he was aiming. Funnily enough, she knows that corner nook very well. Her eyes flash from the spot to him as her brows furrow, “were you trying to throw a rock at me?”

“No.” He flashes his teeth nervously, tucking his dominant hand behind him, dropping the rock. “Soulmates aren’t supposed to hurt each other.”

“You were!” She ignores the last part, not wanting to say something that she is later going to regret. “Why would you do that?” She throws her hands in the air, refraining from shouting out several profanities.

“I wanted to…” he whispers the next bit, making (Y/n’s) brows shoot up as she crosses her arms. He sighs and raises his voice, “I wanted to find out what our soul mark was.”

(Y/n) sighs, clenching her eyes shut, and she takes a step back, “Are you stupid?” His jaw drops, and he mirrors her actions. “Everyone knows that all soulmates are the same."

Sighing once again, she spins on her heels and walks away, leaving Teddy very confused.

Throwing his arms in the air, he shouts out, "what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

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“You threw a rock at her!” Fred snorts, biting his lip to prevent him from laughing carelessly loud in the library.

Rolling up a piece of parchment, Teddy hits him over the head, holding himself back from strangling him. “I was going to. I didn’t actually do it.”

“Well, clearly, you aren’t soulmates if you tried to hurt her, you bellend.” Fred scoffs, shaking his head again at the foolish and eager boy. He sighs in relief once they exit, raising his voice to normal volume, “did you do that essay for Binns?”

“Yes, yes, I did.” Teddy clears his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets, “and I wasn’t trying to hurt her, you wanker, I was aiming for her leg.”

Fred snorts again, making the boys gaze flicker back at him as he scrunches his nose, “ ‘aiming for her leg’, my arse.”

“Hey! I wanted to see if we share pain.”

Fred freezes in the middle of the corridor and spins on his heels, the back of his shirt flowing slightly, “there are better ways to go by it.”

Teddy mirrors his actions, his robes swirling around him.

“You don’t say.”

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(Y/n) screams, jumping back as a slightly muscular, lanky, curled body rolls out in front of her.

Teddy pushes himself up, throwing his arms around like a windmill as he looks out for her reaction.

“What. The. Actual. Fuck.” (Y/n’s) cheeks flush as she hears her friends giggles behind her, her own jaw dropped.

He suddenly kicks into the air, lips pressed together, causing her to jump back again.

After a few more furious actions, he stops, shoulders sagging, “it won’t work."

She doesn’t speak, not taking her eyes off him as he looks to the ground, sighing, "maybe we aren’t soulmates.”

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When Edward Lupin stopped trying to throw rocks at her, doing flips in front of her and pulling up her sleeves, (Y/n) was relieved - a bit sad - but mostly relieved.

However, after barely days of watching him mope about and gaze after her, she has begun to feel rather sad.

“Hi,” she says, sliding onto the wall next to him. She watches as he looks up for barely a second before looking back into his lap, uttering a greeting.

Smiling sadly, she reaches her hand forward, shaking slightly, and places it on top of his. This time when he looks back up, he does not look back down. His brows furrow as a smile graces his lip, a contagious one which spreads to (Y/n).

She strums her fingers, and thankfully, he understands, spreading his fingers to make room for her own as they interlink. “All soulmates are the same.”

“Sorry?” He asks, his smile unable to fall, as he looks down at her.

“After the war, soul marks changed,” she explains, “I guess to boost the wizarding population, but now, it is easier to find your soulmates."

"I don’t understand.”

She chuckles softly under her breath, looking down at their hands for a second. She looks back up at him, her smile widening, “nowadays, most soulmates have an extra matching birthmark.”

His mouth forms an 'o’ shape, which falls as soon as she lifts her other hand to the back of his neck. He tenses, shivering as he pushes back some of his curly locks.

“If I am correct,” she starts, a sigh in relief following soon after, “Thank God.”

“What?” He asks, nervously turning to her as she places both hands in her lap, his fingers reaching out for a second to feel her fingers again before dropping on her leg.

She jumps slightly, heat flaring in her cheeks.

“It’s exactly what I thought: all soulmates are the same.”

He raises a brow, freezing as she leans in.

“Soulmate,” she whispers, pressing her lips against his cheek.

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