bewitching snowballs

7

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.

journeytomyinnerpeace  asked:

Which are your top 10 funniest moments in the harry potter books?

THEY’RE NOT IN ANY ORDER ! but here we go….

1.  One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban

2. Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, “Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through…”

3. “Yes - yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our window, boy?
“Listening to the news,” said Harry in a resigned voice.
His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage.
“Listening to the news! Again?
“Well, it changes every day, you see,” said Harry.

4. Why Are You Worrying about You-Know-Who?
You SHOULD Be Worrying About
U-NO-POO -
the Constipation Sensation That’s Gripping the Nation!

5. (Harry, just being greeted by Percy) “Harry!” said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. “Simply splendid to see you, old boy—“
“Marvelous,” said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry’s hand in turn. “Absolutely spiffing.”
Percy scowled.
“That’s enough, now,” said Mrs. Weasley.
“Mum!” said Fred as though he’d only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. “How really corking to see you—“

6. Dudley: They stuff people’s heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall. Want to come upstairs and practice?
Harry: No, thanks. The poor toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it – it might be sick.

7. Yeah, someone might slip dragon dung in it again, eh, Perce?“ said Fred.
"That was a sample of fertilizer from Norway!” said Percy, going very red in the face. “It was nothing personal!”
“It was,” Fred whispered to Harry as they got up from the table. “We sent it.”

8.  "Oh, are you a prefect Percy? You should have said something we had no idea.”
“Hang on I think I remember him saying something about it, Once…”
“Or twice-”
“A minute-”
“All summer-”
-Fred and George Weasley

9. “We tried to shut him in a pyramid, but Mum spotted us.”
-Fred and George

10. “Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides.‘So — after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating —’'Jordan!’ growled Professor McGonagall.'I mean after that open and revolting foul —’'Jordan, I’m warning you —’'All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, I’m sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession.”

Eleven year old Ginny attempted to flush a piece of Voldemorts soul down the toilet.

Twelve year old Ron spat a slug on Voldemorts medal.

Thirteen year old Fred and George bewitched snowballs to hit Voldemort in the face.

And then they all joined Dumbledores Army and decided to fight him intentionally. That guy should have known that he was doomed.

Christmas Miracle

RequestImagine with George Weasley! when the reader sneaking out with him on Christmas Holidays while they are staying at Hogwarts, they are spending whole night together, giving each other smol cute gifts and running away from Flinch (I knooow that Christmas are so far away but I’m reading Philosopher’s Stone and I have those vibes you know 😂). @bluegreyme

Word Count: 2557

Author’s note: TYSM for this request! It now has me in those Christmas feels. Imagine Christmas at Hogwarts xD. It would be soooo much fun to explore an empty castle. I loved writing this, and I hope you love it as well!


Christmas was her favorite season of the year. It has been ever since she was a little girl. The holiday songs, decorations, food, presents, and most importantly snow always filled her heart with warmth during the cold holiday. She had already packed everything up to go home for the holidays, but that was before her Barn Owl came through the dorm window with a letter from her parents stating that they wouldn’t be able to celebrate at home for the Winter holidays. Her parents both had to work throughout the break, and would rather Y/n stay at Hogwarts than be alone.

Now, instead of drinking eggnog and eating sugar cookies by the fire she was forced to spend her holidays at Hogwarts without her usual holiday traditions. Staying at Hogwarts still had it’s perks; The House elves still cooked some amazing food for the few students who did stay, and since the halls were empty it was much easier to explore the castle than usual. However, none of those thoughts were able to put her back in her usual jolly holiday spirit.

She sighed into her palm that was resting against her chin as she pushed around some food on her plate not really having much of an appetite anymore. She was just about to get up to head back to the y/h common room before two identical red-heads sat down on either side of her.

“Y/n, love why the long face? It’s the holidays!” Fred exclaimed while he plopped himself down right beside her with his elbows rested against the table.

George smiled as he rested a hand on the girl’s shoulder, “No one should have a frown on the holidays. Especially not while at Hogwarts over the holidays. I mean have you ever stayed here before? It’s like a haven for us with no one here.”

“Yeah,” started Fred again, “we are able to prank Filch a lot more over the holidays, and the best part-” they both smiled at you before saying in unison, “no classes!”

Y/n’s frown turned up only a little as she whined back, “Look, I appreciate you guys trying to cheer me up right now, but I love Christmas. It’s my favorite time of the year, and now since I can’t participate in my usual holiday traditions…It just doesn’t feel like Christmas.” She pushed her plate away, crossed her arms, and laid her head down on the table. She knew she was acting like a brat, but this was the first year ever that she had to spend Christmas entirely away from home. She only stayed in that position for a second before she abruptly stood up and began to walk away.

Y/n walked only a few feet before she turned back around to address the two again, “I’m sorry, I just really want to be alone with my thoughts so I can fully take in the fact that this really just isn’t Christmas this year. I know I’m a brat just- I’m sorry.” She turned and walked off without a reply from either Weasley twin.

Fred looked at the girl with his face squished together before stating, “geez, I guess that’s what we get for trying to cheer up someone.” He spun around in his seat so he faced the table properly before dishing out some food on a plate.

George however, never took his eyes off the frustrated girl. Instead his mind began to brainstorm of ways to put the cheerful holiday spirit back into Y/n. 


Y/n finally emerged from her bedroom at 11 am the next day. She still had no motivation to do anything, and considering it was Christmas Eve today she really just wanted to sleep the entire day away. However, she couldn’t ignore the grumbling in her stomach any longer. She emerged from the y/h common room door to a surprise, George Weasley was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, head looking up towards the ceiling. 

“George? What are you doing?” She giggled when the boy jumped from the sudden noise breaking the silence he had been sitting in for quite awhile. 

“Bloody hell, don’t scare me like that Y/n.” He pushed himself up off the wall and walk towards her with the corners of his mouth almost touching his ears, “Well, I know how bummed out you’ve been as of late, and I just wanted to spend the day with you to show you how much fun you can still have at Hogwarts.”

Y/n’s small smile turned back into a frown before she answered, “That’s very kind of you George, but honestly I really was just going to grab some food and go back to bed.” She tried to walk around him, but George grabbed her arm before she could get too far away. 

“Please, just let me try Y/n. If you’re not happy by this evening then I’ll leave you alone the rest of break. Deal?” He stuck out his hand offering it to the girl. Y/n moved her right hand forward and connected them together before shaking it up and down.

“Deal.”


“Okay so tell me why this is going to be so funny?” Y/n and George just came back inside the castle from making some snowballs and were now about to attempt to charm them to hit the back of Filch’s head. “Wait, haven’t you done this before?”

“Well, technically yes, but never to Filch. I just feel like it will be twice as funny, because Filch acts like a moron sometimes. Just watch.” They were both hiding behind a curtain that acted as a secret hallway passage. Filch was just starting to walk by when George bewitched a snowball to follow and eventually collide with the back of Filch’s head.

Y/n bit back a laugh as Filch began to turn around frantically searching for whoever just hit him in the head with the ball of snow. Filch walked in circles like a puppy chasing his tail before looking up at the ceiling, and then at Ms. Norris who only purred at the side of his feet. 

Filch shrugged his shoulders and began to walk again before another snowball collided with the back of his head once again. This time Filch let out a gruff, “Who’s there?!” He yelled back down the hall only to be greeted with complete silence. He looked up and spun around again before screaming, “Peeves I swear if that’s you I’ll go to Dumbledore and have you thrown out!” He raised his fist in the air while spinning around looking up at the ceiling again in all directions. 

“Man he really is a complete git.” George whispered with a small chuckle leaving his lips. He looked over at the smiling girl who was now turning red from trying to hold in her laughter. “Do you want to try Y/n?”

“What? Oh I don’t know George. Pranks aren’t usually my area of expertise.” She shrugged and looked back towards Filch trying to contain her laughter as Filch began to ask the pictures around him if they saw anything. 

“Oh Y/n come on this is newbie stuff. Ron could even do this. Come on now.” He placed a snowball in her hand before turning back to look at Filch from the crack in the curtain. Y/n took a deep breath and casted the spell leading it out of the curtain and towards Filch. However, she hadn’t been paying attention to the direction Filch was just facing.

“Y/n no wait!” George whispered yelled, but it was too late. The snowball emerged from behind the curtain and was hurtling towards Filch hitting him square in his nose. Filch was taken aback by the sudden feeling of the snowball colliding with his face, but he recovered in an instant hurtling himself towards the curtain on the wall.

“Run!” George grabbed Y/n’s hand and began to drag her in the other direction towards the curtain at the other end of the hallway. Y/n’s heart began to race from the adrenaline of possibly getting caught, and soon her feet began to run on their own. Once they got to the opposite end of the hallway George threw open the curtain and dashed off to the left towards the staircases. 

“Wait you two! Come back here!” Filch’s screams were getting closer and soon he would catch them.

“George, please tell me that you have some kind of plan?” Y/n’s panic becoming evident in her voice as they ran down the stairs and towards the Hufflepuff common room.

“Well, this isn’t really when I wanted to start my next activity, but just follow me.” George threw open a door Y/n never really paid much attention to before and hurtled herself inside while George was holding it open. After Y/n was safely inside he threw himself in closing the door as he went.

“Master Weasley, it’s so very good to see you again!” Y/n jumped and turned around at the sound of a squeaky little voice coming from behind her. 

“Dobby, it’s good to see you as well, have you ever met Y/n Y/l/n  before?” George nodded in Y/n’s direction while the house elf’s smile grew even bigger.

“Oh, Dobby is so very happy to make new friends. Especially ones of master Weasley’s!” Dobby stepped forward and Y/n held out her hand towards the elf so he could shake it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Dobby. Might I ask where exactly are we?” she began to look around before she noticed all the cooking wares around the great room.

“Well, you be standing in the kitchens of Hogwarts! Master Y/l/n. It’s where we elves prepare the meals.” Dobby looked up happily towards her before grabbing her hand and pulling her further into the room.

“Say, Dobby, do you mind if me and Y/n use the kitchen for a bit? Then later can we take some snacks?”

“Oh, certainly! Master Weasley, and Y/l/n are always welcome here.” Dobby stated before bowing and walking away towards the other house elves who just look a little disgruntled to see them there.

“Come on, Y/n let’s make some cookies.” George walked over to one of the stoves and turned it on before grabbing some of the ingredients they would need. 

Y/n only stood in her place with a small smile beginning to form on her lips, she coughed and then hid the smile before replying, “No, George you move aside. I only like them a certain way, and you’ll just ruin them I’m sure.”

“Kinda like how you ruined the prank and almost got us caught?”

“Oh- shut up Weasley.”


The two had joked around in the kitchen all afternoon. Preparing the cookies put Y/n back into her usual happy self, and now the two were sitting by the fire in the y/h common room munching on the sugar cookies they had just prepared in the kitchen. The two had been talking in the common room for hours, and it was getting really late into the night, but neither showed signs of tiredness, not yet anyway.

“Okay, so tell me why are you so upset about spending the holiday here?” George sipped some of the cocoa they had stolen from the kitchen and looked deep into her y/c/e eyes.

“Okay, well I told you yesterday George I always have these holiday traditions with my family. They usually consist of; baking about a dozen sugar cookies, decorating the Christmas tree while listening and dancing to holiday music, exchanging goofy gifts on Christmas eve night, and playing in the snow Christmas morning. That’s just to name a few though because we have so many that we do as a family, and it’s just my favorite time of the year, because we are truly all together during this time. It’s always made me so happy to have me and my parents goofing around like that. However, this year I just feel like they wanted to celebrate without me.” Y/n adverted her eyes from George’s and took another small bite out of her cookie.

“Oh that’s rubbish and you know it. Your parents would be more than happy to see you on Christmas! It’s not your fault that they got caught up working. You really shouldn’t be so hard on yourself you know.” He leaned forward and slowly put his arm around the girl and she leaned her head against his shoulder with a sigh.

“Thank you George, I know that they would have me at home if they could and I know I’m being a brat about it all. I just can’t help it because I really just wish everything would slow down. I feel like I’m growing up too quickly and I don’t want those little traditions to end you know?” Y/n picked her head up from his shoulder to look into his eyes. A small blush grew on her face as she gazed and took in all his handsome features. The light of the fire was illuminating his face so his eyes sparkled, his nose had a hint of red to it, and his hair was perfectly cascading over his eyebrows. He looked so dreamy right then. 

“Well, new traditions can always be made you know?” George turned his face to look directly at the girl, his face leaning in towards hers as he finished, “I don’t know about you, but I liked the little traditions we made today.”

Y/n gasped as she slowly leaned up towards his red lips as she licked her own wetting them, “me too.” she whispered before their lips softly touched. 

Soon, George’s hand went to the back of Y/n’s neck bringing her face closer to his as he pushed his tongue through his mouth attempting to gain access to the inside of hers. Y/n eagerly gave him access as she slowly laid back against the armrest of the couch, George following her every movement gradually moving on top of her.

Their tongues danced on the inside of each other’s mouths as Y/n ran her hands underneath his shirt feeling his abs on her fingertips before slowly moving their way to his back. George received shivers at the sudden feeling of her warm fingertips grazing along his back. He had wanted to kiss her for so long, and this was quite possibly the best present he ever received.

All too soon though the kiss was broken by Y/n who had desperately needed to come up for air, “That is certainly one tradition I hope sticks around.” She giggled between breaths as George shifted his body to lie parallel with the back of the couch wrapping his arms around the girl in the process. Y/n shifted her body so that her back was pressed against George’s front side, so she could be his little spoon.

“I will make sure that this tradition sticks from here on out.” He laughed and kissed the back of her neck before nestling into her hair. The two where just about asleep before Y/n finally noticed it was well past midnight. She tapped his hand lightly gaining a small “hmph” from him in response.

“George, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas love.” George whispered back before the two fell asleep next to the dying fire on the couch on the best Christmas Eve night she ever had. 

2

The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.

No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms.

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.
—  J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.
—  J.K. Rowling - Harry Potter And The Philosophers Stone
Remus Lupin x Reader

Request: Hello :) Can I request fic set in Marauders era? Remus x Reader. They’re in their 6th year at Hogwart and they’ve been dating like 2 years already. They’re going on a date to Hogsmeade. And they’re laughing, kissing, tasting food in booths, drinking butterbeer etc. Just being cuties ^.^

A/N: So I may have gotten a little carried away, as this is a little long, but I hope you like it! I hope it’s fluffy enough for you!

Your name: submit What is this?

“Come on, Remus!” You urged, pulling on his hand as you willed him to walk faster through the snow that coated the streets of Hogsmeade.

He laughed as he hurried his steps a little, “I am, Y/N!”

“No, you’re not!” You childishly retorted, a grin on your lips.

Remus simply laughed, his voice vibrating through your chest and warming you on the cold winters day.

You finally reached Honeydukes and without fail Remus hurried on the last steps there, opening the door for you, the bell tinkling softly. You smiled at him, laughing at his cheesy grin as he gestured for you to walk in with a large wave of his arm.

“Thank you, kind sir.” You curtsied deeply before walking in.

“My absolute pleasure, my darling lady.” Remus replied, holding out his arm. You placed your hand in the crook of his arm, pulling him towards a tasting booth.

“These are the newest sweets we have!” Mr Flume exaggerated, the bald and rather large man who owned the shop. “Free tasters! Ladies, I think you would enjoy these new Honeyduke’s Melted Chocolate Icicles, they melt on your tongue but stay solid in your hand! Gentlemen! How about these new Charm Caramels? The brother of Charm Choc?” He gestured to a box of the Charm Caramels, which were wrapped in golden packaging with a red border.

“I’ll try one of those Melted Chocolate Icicles!” You exclaimed, walking up to the store owner. 

“Excellent choice, my dear!” Ambrosius said, reaching into the box and passing you a thin cone shaped chocolate wrapped in ice blue, “With these, you won’t have to worry about getting your hands dirty!” 

You took it from him and unwrapped it, holding it in your hand, you found it felt ice cold and solid. There was no way this chocolate was going to melt any time soon. You popped it in your mouth, where it melted into a warm chocolate pool immediately. You moaned in satisfaction at the rich flavour and closed your eyes as you enjoyed the taste.

“How did you find it, dear?” Mr Flume asked, his eyes eager for a response.

“These are brilliant, Mr Flume!” You complimented, turning to look at Remus. “You want to try some?” You asked, holding out the remaining chocolate. His green eyes sparkled as he took it from you, popping the rest in his mouth.

“Mm!” He over exaggerated, closing his eyes and placing a hand on his heart, dramatising your reaction, “This really is brilliant, Mr Flume!” He copied in a high girlish voice. You rolled your eyes, punching him in the arm as you turned your attention back to the shop. 

“I do not talk like that!” You declared, walking over to a shelf and pulling a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. Remus grabbed some Liquorice Wands from a shelf as he made his way to you.

“I do not talk like that!” He mimicked in his girlish voice again.

“Shut up, Loop.” You retorted, knowing that he hated that nickname. You pulled some jelly slugs from a barrel, purposely ignoring Remus.

“Oh come on, Y/N!” Remus moaned, “You know I hate that nickname!”

“Isn’t that a shame, Loop?” You teased, walking to the counter so you could pay for your sweets.

“That’ll be one galleon and four silver sickles.” Mrs Flume announced as she packed your sweets into a bag.

“I’ll pay for them.” Remus interjected as you pulled out your purse, already passing the money to the elderly lady.

“It’s fine, Remus.” You claimed, trying to pay for them yourself.

“What? Can’t I pay for my girlfriend on our anniversary?”

You glanced at him, a smile growing on your face, “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Well, it has been two years y’know. And you are my favourite girlfriend, so obviously I remembered.” Remus said, taking the bag from the counter and placing a small hand on your back as he guided you out of the shop and onto the street.

“I’m your only girlfriend!” You laughed, reaching over to hit him on the back on his head. Remus ducked from your hand, laughing. He grabbed your hand and entwined his fingers in yours as he pulled you closer by the scarf around your neck. 

You stumbled into his chest, and Remus locked his arms behind you. You laughed gently as you looked up at him, the snow leaving white flakes in his hair before melting.

“I see that I’m still making you fall for me.” Remus teased, a small mischievous smile on his face. You laughed, moving his hair from his forehead.

“You’re such a goof ball.” You smiled, trailing your thumb over a small scar on his jaw. He had gotten it from the last full moon a week ago, but thankfully James, Sirius and Peter were there to prevent any serious damage from happening to any one. “But you’re my goof.” You raised your head to capture his lips in yours, feeling him smile into the kiss.

“Come on,” Remus said, pulling away as he looked into your eyes, “Last one into the Three Broomsticks is a Blast-Ended Screwt!” He ginned and took off running, leaving you standing there slightly confused.

“Dammit, Moony!” You yelled, taking off after him. You pulled out your wand and bewitched some snowballs, directing them to hit Remus on the back of his head.

“Ouch!” He yelled glancing over his shoulder at you, a snowball immediately hitting his face. Remus tripped and fell face first into the snow. You laughed victoriously, leaping over his body and running into the warm pub.

The Three Broomsticks was buzzing with noise, filled with students and professors alike who were using the holidays to relax. You waved cheerily at Hagrid, who waved his big gloved paw before continuing his conversation with the potions professor, Slughorn.

You found a small table near the fireplace and you immediately claimed it, ordering two butterbears for yourself and Remus. 

Remus entered a few moments later, his hair dripping with wet snow and his nose red from the cold. You grinned when you saw him look around the pub, and you raised your hand, smiling sarcastically when you saw him glare at you. Remus stalked over to you, plopping down into the wooden chair in front of you.

“I hate you.” He mumbled, flicking his wet hair from his forehead. You rolled your eyes, pulling out your wand and pointing it at him. The water evaporated from his hair and clothes, leaving him completely dry.

“No, you don’t.” You grinned, putting your wand away. Remus rolled his eyes, but you saw the small smile on his lips as he looked around the room.

“Two years today…” You mumbled under your breath, wondering how you had gotten so lucky.

“I don’t know why I still put up with you,” Remus joked, his green eyes twinkling, “honestly, all I ever get from you is abuse!”

You scoffed, playing along, “Honestly, Remus, any one would be lucky to date me. After all, I am amazing!”

“Ha!” Remus scoffed, “Please, Y/N. We both know that I’m the better one of the two in this relationship.”

“What ever helps you sleep at night, Remus.” You winked, “Though you really oughtn’t lie to yourself.”

Remus guffawed, throwing back his head as his body shook with laughter. You broke character and dissolved into laughter with him, ignoring the weird looks you got from other customers.

Your butterbears arrived after your laughter dissolved into the odd chuckle and you immediately lifted the foaming tankard to your lips, taking a sip. As you put down the tankard, Remus chuckled. You glanced at him curiously, “What?”

Remus shook his head, putting down his own tankard. “You’ve got-” He motioned to his own upper lip. You blushed and lifted your hand to wipe it off, only to be stopped by Remus reaching over and grabbing your hand. He leaned over the table and pressed his lips to yours briefly before pulling back.

You lowered your hand, turning your wrist so you could tangle your fingers with his. “That was extremely cheesy.” You teased, watching the way Remus licked his lips before lifting his cup and taking a gulp. Remus’ eyes danced behind his cup and his eyes crinkled at the sides slightly as he smiled behind his drink. 

You shook your head lightly in amusement before reaching for your own tankard to take another sip.

************

“-I can’t believe that you pranked James a few months after we started dating!” Remus exclaimed, his hand interlaced with yours as you strode through the snow. “His face was brilliant, he looked so shocked but he was so impressed! No one has been able to prank Padfoot and Prongs before!”

You grinned, remembering the event that Remus was talking about. It was during the beginning of school year, and you had been dating Remus for around two months. Sirius and James had pranked you before, and usually you would just laugh it off, telling them that they did good and how to improve their pranks, however this one time, a small first-year was hit by it as well. They had placed small explosive boxes around the castle, bewitching them so that they only exploded with a large BANG! and red goo whenever you walked past. 

It was a good idea, and you had laughed the first two times it had happened, always managing to jump away from the goo and avoid being coated in it. The third time however, you had been walking through a third floor corridor in your free period when a small first year approached you, seemingly lost. You had intended to guide the small kid to their next lesson when you had walked past another well hidden box. It had exploded and the small child had caught the majority of the goo. The first-year became really distraught and began crying, and that’s when you realised that you needed to get Sirius and James to stop on terms that they would understand.

So you pranked them back.

You had put a mild sleeping draught into their pumpkin juice at dinner and waited until midnight to sneak into their rooms. You had permanently dyed their hair pink and blue, and with a permanent charm, turned every piece of that room, including their clothes (and yes, their underwear too) different shades of pink. To let them know you had been the one to prank them, you left a small piece of parchment saying,

“Umbridge sent a letter, she wants her clothes back. - Y/N”

The boys had been shocked to say the least, when they woke up but dissolved into fits of laughter when they saw each other. You thought that you may had made things worse for yourself, but was reassured when you saw them at breakfast, still sporting their new hair and hot pink robes. They patted you on the back and congratulated you for being a good sport, before turning to whisper, not-so-quietly to Remus that, “She’s a keeper.”

“-That’s when I knew that I wanted to keep you around for a long time.” Remus finished, turning to you. You glanced up at him, a smile on your face from the memory.

“Well, I have to say,” You turned to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, “that I am entirely glad you have, Mr Lupin.” Remus smiled before dipping his head, capturing your lips in his, sending your heart soaring as he always did. You deepened the kiss, tangling your hands in his brown hair, smiling when he pulled your body closer to him.

You pulled away when your ran out of breath and Remus rested his forehead on yours. You opened your eyes to find that Remus was gazing at you loving, his eyes tracing over your every feature. You blushed under his gaze, not used to the intensity of his gaze. His eyes snapped back to yours and he smiled softly. 

You had always loved the colour of Remus’ eyes, they were green but held flecks of grey and brown, often changing colour from a warm spring day when he was happy, to a quiet forest when he felt sad or gloomy. You had learned to pick up on any emotions he was feelings by looking at his eyes and now you knew exactly what he felt, for you were sure that it was mirrored in your own eyes. 

You closed your eyes and your heart fluttered lightly as you thought, I’m in love with you.

“What?” Remus asked pulling away from you slightly. You paused, you hadn’t said that out loud had you? It occurred to you, that maybe you had. You flinched away from him at the look in his eyes, it was full confusion and disbelief. Did he not believe you?

“Shit.” You swore softly as you stepped away from him, hurt evident in your voice.

“You love me?” Remus whispered, mostly to himself. He raised his eyes to yours, searching for something. 

“Yeah, Remus.” You replied, thinking that you had already told him, so there was no point in going back on it, “I’m in love with you.” Throughout the two years you and Remus and dated, not one of you had said ‘I love you’, maybe it was because you knew that Remus was afraid that he might hurt you, despite your insistent protests, or maybe it was because you felt that maybe he didn’t love you as deeply as you loved him.

A small grin grew on your boyfriend’s face, “Wha?” Remus murmured in amazement, looking down at his feet. You felt your heart grow with hope at his smile and his eyes shot up to lock onto yours. In a few steps, Remus closed the distance between you, lifting you into his arms as he spun you around. 

You closed your eyes as you laughed at the sudden movement. Remus lowered you, a grin on his face as he lifted a hand to your cheek and pressed his lips to yours passionately. You started, a little shocked, but kissed him back, melting into his lips.

“I love you, too.” He mumbled against your lips.

A smile grew on your face and you crashed your lips to his once more.

“Happy Anniversary.” You muttered when you pulled away, flicking your eyes to his as a smile turned your lips.

“Happy Anniversary.” He replied, running his thumb over your cheek gently.

Two years, and maybe we won’t last, you thought. But all that mattered was that right now, you were with the love of your life, ready to conquer the rest of your life with him.

And truth was, you wouldn’t want it any other way.

8

One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban.

anonymous asked:

matsukawa and hanamaki remind of fred and george too. imagine matsuhana doing stuff that the two did like pranking others or opening matsukawas and hanamakis wizard wheezes.... and one of them dying in the last battle. and the one who lives naming his own child after his dead best friend or lover.... *sobs quietly*

omg

yes, yes, the pranks! it’s a 100% matsuhana. and oh boy, oikawa will not see the end of those pranks until he freaking graduates. they would do stuff like:

  • turn oikawa’s hair pink for one of his most important quidditch matches. oikawa is devastated but everyone is surprised af because they secretly thing he pulls is off (iwa, we’re looking at u)
  • bewitching snowballs to follow oikawa and iwaizumi around until iwaizumi MAKES them stop. the balls drop on their heads tho. oikawa doesn’t take it lightly - he is all wet, and freezing.
  • singing “iwaizumi and oikawa sitting on a tree k-i-s-s-i-n-g” every time they display any kind of affection. it results in a lot of blushing and sputtering.
  • put beetles in tsukki’s soup. tsukki is terrified and little do they know that yams loves beetles so he carries them around all day. prank is 200% successful. 
  • ^ they love teasing their slytherin kouhais. except for kunimi. kunimi is totally their kid (they see the sass potential). they gave him an ugly sweater with ‘best son’ written on it for christmas.
  • constantly using their marauder’s map to sneak out. iwa and oikawa follow every time even though oikawa complains “makki~, mattsun~, what if get caught”
  • they once put a dungbomb in yahaba’s cloak. then it went off in gryffindor’s common room. why kyoutani was wearing yahaba’s cloak was never explained.
  • bewitching oikawa’s trousers to go down as he walks into the slytherin common room. everyone finds out oikawa wears freaking alien underwear.

but.. don’t make me think about one of them dying *sobs with you but loudly*

Rose. --- A Weasley Family Saturday. (Wrinkles, C1)

Lucius Malfoy might well be a decent grandfather to his pureblood grandson, but somehow she had a feeling that he’d be less decent to the halfblood who could potentially pollute the family’s lineage.

Rose never would have admitted it to anyone except her boyfriend and maybe her cousin Albus, but family Saturdays at the Burrow were really one of her favourite ways to spend her time. She hadn’t properly appreciated them when she was younger, but now that they were significantly less frequent, she was grateful for them. She rarely got to see most of her aunts and uncles outside of them, and she often found it difficult to coordinate her schedule with that of most of her cousins, even the ones she considered herself close to.

She saw Albus on a regular basis because he was Albus. She saw Lucy because they shared a flat on the outskirts of Northern London. And she saw Victoire and James at work.

And often, for weeks at a time, that was it. Lily was still at Hogwarts, along with Rose’s brother Hugo. Roxanne was busy with her budding Quidditch career, Fred was working to expand the joke shop, and Dominique was simply too busy.

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