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  • Do you ever think that after the war, Oliver looks at Quidditch with contempt?
  • His Quidditch gear having sat untouched for years and now he’s expected to jump back in like it’s second nature.
  • But it’s not anymore. He can’t forgot the war and everything he’s lost.
  • How dare he live on and be happy when others no longer can?
  • The feeling eats at him and he wants something tangible to blame instead of broken memories.
  • It’s too late for blame and Oliver folds into himself, slowly collapsing to his knees.
  • He wishes for a time when everything felt better.
  • When he was back at school and the future exciting instead of the bleakness it is now.
  • He wants to be in the embrace of his first kiss, chapped lips pressing tentatively against his own.
  • A boy he loved, a man he lost.
  • When Marcus disappeared, Oliver assumed the worst.
  • It’s been so long after all.
  • But maybe one night, a ragged man shows up on Oliver’s doorstep begging forgiveness, admitting his faults, and all Oliver can do is pull him close if only to feel the rise and fall of his chest. 
  • In each other, they find their forgotten passion. 
  • The strength to pick up a broom with no tinges of anger. To kiss without fear.
  • Slowly, Oliver learns to love again and, dare he admit it to himself, truly live.
  • Oliver begins to wonder why he ever doubted in the first place and his heart swells when he flies around the pitch at Hogwarts with Marcus.
  • A bittersweet reunion with smiles to match, Oliver knows nothing is quite how it used to be, but he swallows down the lump in his throat. 
  • He’ll keep moving forward and that’s all anyone could ask of him.

Hermione: “Aren’t you two ever going to read Hogwarts: A History?

Ron: “What’s the point? You know it all by heart, we can just ask you.


He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes, … the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world.

“He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes (though perhaps not Snape, the potions master), the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world.”

She smiled - part 1

(A/N): there will be a part 2 :)

Fandom: Harry potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!reader

Word count: 1640

warnings: Draco being cute 


Originally posted by imagine-everything41

(Y/N) was a girl with a normal life. At least, that is what you would think. Y/N was a Hufflepuff and was in her fifth year of Hogwarts. She had lovely friends and got good grades. A perfect life, would you think.

But there was something frustrating her. Someone was frustrating her. A feeling she got when he walked past her. That weird tickle she felt in her body when her eyes met his. Love is supposed to be nice, good.
But what if you fall in love with the wrong person? You’re supposed to fall in love with someone with a big heart, someone who cares about a thing at least. But what if you fall in love with a person who doesn’t know you exist? What if you fall in love with… Draco Malfoy?

How could she be so stupid? He was Draco. She knew he would break her heart. Well, she never even talked to him. But she just couldn’t. She was a Hufflepuff, and he was a Slytherin. And not just a Slytherin, but the Slytherin prince. She was dead anyway. She thought the feeling eventually would go away, that’s what she told herself every day.
But when she walked into the great hall and her eyes found his, her heart stopped. His breathtaking smile, and his smirk…
She realized, her feeling would never fade. But the eye contact was all she had.
Until she sat in the library one day.

“I don’t know what are teachers are thinking, I mean, 3 rolls of parchment, Are they even human?!” her friend said. But (Y/N) wasn’t listening. She was reading her book and didn’t even notice her friend was talking to her.

“Hello? (Y/N)? Do you know what Sprout means with this?” asked (Y/F/N).

“I’m sorry, what?”

“What’s going on?”

“I was just reading”

“No, I’m serious. You are drifting of lately. I don’t get why you have such good grades, I don’t get any of this. By the way, did you hear what people are saying about Ron Weasley? I heard someone say that he-” her thoughts drifted away again. She tried to read a paragraph eight times now, but she couldn’t read the words. She stood up to put her book back in a bookshelf. She was searching for the right shelf when she heard something.
A voice, a voice she would recognize anywhere. Her heart started beating rapidly, but she kept her breath steady.

She walked towards the voice and it got louder. Eventually, she walked past a corner, and there he was. She focused on searching a bookshelf, what was impossible with such a boy in front of you, and tried to find the good spot. She overheard the conversation between Draco and another boy.

“Do you know which book we’ve to read from Sprout? God, why am I even doing this-” he said.

“Are you searching for this one?” (Y/N) said, and gave him her book. At that moment, she wanted to run away and cry in a corner. But she stayed. Her feet glued to the ground, a little smile on her face.
She wanted the earth to swallow her, but she also wanted to stay. Talking to him is a risk for everyone, but it was the only way she could contact him.

What she did not realize, is that her smile did more than she thought. Her smile was something that touched him, deep in his heart. His heart was protected by a big wall, but she could break it within a second. Every time she looked at him, he looked back and his heart stopped. Every time he looked at her, he forgets his words.

He took the book and looked in her eyes. Her eyes, a weakness she had not discovered until now. It looked like a palette of color, that lit up when she smiled. He was staring, and she let go of the book. He was pulled back to reality, a few words left on his lips.

“Thank you.” he said.

“No problem,” she said and smiled. She smiled. She turned and walked away, leaving him behind. It was true. No one could reach his heart like (Y/N).

It was a bad day for (Y/N). She accidentally ripped her cloak in the morning, what made her late for breakfast. With her books in her hand, she ran through the hallways on her way to Potions. When she got there she opened the door, and many eyes were staring at her. Draco’s included. She forgot for one second she had Potions with the Slytherins, and her heart dropped. Without her emotions taking over her body she walked to the table where her friends were sitting. But there was no place left. (Y/F/N) looked at her with a ‘sorry’ face and (Y/N) looked around her. There was only one place left, Next to Draco.

“Miss (Y/L/N), would you like to join us and sit next to Mr. Malfoy?” the professor said. She walked to him, and he was staring at her while she did. And he smirked. He smirked. It was a miracle she didn’t fall right on the ground, little did he know what he did to her.

“What are you smirking at?” (Y/N) asked. He realized he was staring and shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said.

“Alright then” She put her books on the table and looked inside the cauldron. “What are you brewing?”

“Uh I-I”

“You don’t know what you’re brewing?” she said and she sighed. Off course he knew what he was brewing, why wouldn’t he? He was just not thinking straight, thanks to her. How hard could talking to her be? Pretty hard.

“What are you brewing?” (Y/N) stood up and asked Pancy. Pancy started laughing and looked at her like she was a bunch of trash. That did something to Draco, and he stepped forward. (Y/N) was not trash.

“Is it that hard to answer?” he said, and he put his hand on her lower back. (Y/N)’s body stiffened, and he took his hand away. He did it without thinking, but it got him nervous. He wanted to be close to (Y/N), but he didn’t want to bother her.

Pansy looked at Draco as if he broke up their marriage, and looked at (Y/N).

“We are brewing draught of living death,” she said irritated.

“Thanks” (Y/N) said sarcastically. She sat down and opened her book. She started throwing ingredients into their cauldron and Draco lost count of it.

“Can I do something?” he asked. (Y/N) looked surprised, but nodded.

“Can you give me the Asphodel?” she asked. Maybe he wasn’t so bad, at least he wanted to help. He gave it to her and the moment their hands touched each other, a shiver ran down his spine. He looked into her eyes, her beautiful eyes, and forgot everything around them.
But then she looked away and put the Asphodel in the cauldron. Draco sighed. He looked behind her and saw that Harry Potter finished his potion and got a compliment from the professor. Everyone needed to come forward and look at Harry taking his ‘liquid luck’.
(Y/N) looked at Draco and realized she should have let him help her. Then she thought of the moment he stood up for her against Pansy. She held back a smile, but a grin formed on her face. Draco saw it and it let him smirk too. But then (Y/F/N) grabbed (Y/N)’s arm and took her with her.

At the end of the day, (Y/N) sat next to her friends during dinner. She was already wearing her Quidditch uniform because she had practice after dinner. She was on the Hufflepuff team and was a chaser.
When they were done she walked with (Y/F/N) to the Quidditch pit and went to the changing rooms. Their team captain, Zacharias Smith, held a speech about new training techniques.
When they got into the pit she looked over at the bleachers and saw her friend, a smile forming on her face. She looked further around her, and her eyes stopped by a figure at the other side of the pit. It was Draco.
Smith walked to the Slytherins and asked what they were doing there, the Hufflepuff had the pit for their own training. The team captain from the Slytherins said they had permission from Snape to practice.

“If you want to practice so badly, why not play a game against us?” he said, with an evil smirk. Smith glared at him and then looked at the team, and nodded.

“Good luck with losing,” he said, and he walked away. (Y/N) shook her head, they didn’t stand a chance. But they could try to win at least. They still had a real match to play against the Slytherins, so after this, they knew what they could expect.
The Hufflepuff took place on their broomsticks, pushed themselves from the ground and took their positions. A volunteer from the audience threw the four balls in the air and the game began.
(Y/N) was a sweet girl on the ground, but during Quidditch she was serious. She raced to the quaffle and caught it. She flew to the other side of the pit and approached the opposite goal. The beaters from Slytherin flew towards her, and her teammates fell around her. (Y/N) didn’t give up, came very close to the goal, and scored.
Her whole team was cheering, and she smiled broadly.

“Nice ball, (Y/L/N)” she heard someone say. She turned and saw the face of Draco Malfoy. Wearing a smirk, like always.

“Thanks, Malfoy.” she said.

  • Mcgongall: I have to ground you, I am grounding you. You are grounded.
  • James: What about quidditch?
  • Mcgongall: Fine, other than quidditch, and no TV.
  • James: The TV is broken.
  • Mcgongall: Then no books.
  • James: I need books for school.
  • Mcgongall: Then no... uh... [glances at Sirius] No Sirius.
  • James: What?! No Sirius?!
  • Mcgongall: No Sirius!

A story in which Harry is confronted by Draco and his sudden change of attitude, right after a very interesting Quidditch match…

In the midst of Harry Potter’s frustrating fifth year, Quidditch was his one form of escapism.

The pressure was getting to him - the return of Voldemort, Umbridge’s sinful teaching strategies, the way Dumbledore was hiding information from him. It was all getting to be a bit much. But with the wind in his hair and his hand wrapped around a broomstick, Harry felt his problems shrink and almost float away.

Until the Slytherin chaser knocks him off his broom, that is.

Their fourth game of the season, against Slytherin, Harry finds himself plummeting toward the ground, unable to see anything but a swirl of scarlet and pine colored Quidditch robes.

The ground catches his leg in an unnatural position, and the game temporarily ceases as he’s rushed to the hospital wing.


Madam Pomfrey fixes his leg for the most part, but warns him to sit out the rest of the game. Harry wasn’t about to sit around alone, so he walked steadily back to the Quidditch pitch, only a dull ache left in his leg.

There were no benches for the players, so Harry had to sit with everyone else. He figured it was better this way, since he could see the whole game from there.

Soon enough, Hermione appears next to him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he answers, his eyes not wavering from the game. He glances at Ron, who is guarding one of the goalposts. “Ron’s got this, right?”

As in response to his question, Draco Malfoy hurls a quaffle in Ron’s direction. It barely skims the top of his head, surging past him and into the goal. The Slytherin side of the audience goes wild.

Harry gapes at Draco, his lips parted. Firstly, because Draco is a seeker, like Harry, and his priority shouldn’t be making goals. 

And secondly, because right after scoring for his team, Draco looks directly at Harry and winks.

It feels like someone had plucked a guitar string inside Harry’s chest. It feels odd, and discomforting, and weird.

Hermione’s lips are practically pressed to his ear as she asks, “Um, did Malfoy just wink at you?”

“No,” Harry denies immediately, because it can’t be right. “No, he was winking at…” 

When Harry turned around, he was stunned silent to see Professor Flitwick and Professor Trelawney sitting behind him and Hermione.

He was pretty sure Draco hadn’t been winking at them. 

What the hell was this supposed to mean?


Harry waited until most of the crowd had filed back down to the castle before going into the locker room, to get his things.

He was still in his robes for the game, but he had barely done any damage in them. This was the first game he had sat out of, and it left him feeling even more frustrated than before - unlike the usual relief he experienced after a match.

The locker room was entirely empty by the time he got there, mostly because he was still taking it easy on his leg. 

Reaching into his locker, Harry sighed as he grabbed his regular school uniform and duffel bag. He practically slammed it shut when he was done.

“How’s your leg, Scarhead?’

“Malfoy!” Harry breathed, clutching at his chest. The blonde boy was leaning against the locker next to Harry’s, now in normal clothes - a t-shirt and jeans, appearing as if he hadn’t even played a Quidditch game. “Are you trying to give me a bloody heart attack?” Harry asked, picking up his clothes, which he had dropped on the floor.

“Maybe,” Draco says with a smirk, his arms crossed over his chest. “How is it?”

“How is what?”

“Your leg.”

“Why do you care?” Honestly, Harry had no idea what had gotten into him. First the wink, now the sudden care in his health. It was probably an act, to throw him off his guard. “For all I know, you told him to knock me off my balance,” he adds for good measure.

Draco leans back, looking almost offended. “I didn’t tell him to do that.”

“Okay,” Harry says, just wanting to leave. He needed to find a wall to punch, and if he didn’t soon, he was worried Draco’s face might substitute. “Why are you even in here, Malfoy?”

The blonde boy hesitates. Breaks eye contact by fiddling with the hem of his shirt before stuttering, “I… wanted to tell you something.”

“Fine,” Harry says, dropping his things on the bench next to him. He broadens his stance as if ready for a fight. “Have at it. What’ve you got this time?”


“Your insult. With all this building up to it, I hope you’re at least a little creative with it.” Harry looks into Draco’s eyes, and sees how blue they are. He had never gotten this close before; they were almost glittering.

Draco lips quiver, like he doesn’t know what to say - which never seemed to happen. There seems to be something off about him, something different. An odd glint in his eye. A twitch in his eyebrow.

Draco grabs Harry’s face with both hands and kisses him hard on the lips.

Harry’s shocked at first, because it’s Malfoy. Kissing him. On his mouth.

But he doesn’t pull away. 

Before he knew it, Harry’s back was pressed up against the red lockers, his heart practically leaping out of his chest. It felt like a lot more than guitar strings this time - no, there were full on bass drums inside his chest.

Harry suddenly realizes that his hands were hanging by his sides, and he has the urge to place them on Draco. Eventually, his hands find home on both sides of the other boy’s waist, his fingers finding divots in his skin.

Draco smells like fresh soap and a hint of grass, and his hair is still wet against Harry’s forehead. All Harry’s frustration and aggression seem to melt away, directly into Draco’s soft lips.

Well, thinks Harry. This could be another form of escape.


harry potter meme: books/movies [4 of 8] → harry potter and the chamber of secrets

“He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes, … the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world.”


Hello little peanuts. I have returned with a gift for you.

What if everyone knew about Draco’s crush on Harry (and Harry’s crush on Draco) and Pansy decides, with the help of one Hermione Granger, to come up with passwords each week that will torture one of them into admitting it.

Inspired by this post


  • The beginning of eighth year was weary for everyone
  • Back from a war, back from a summer of healing
  • But it seemed as though the atmosphere at Hogwarts had never shifted
  • Sure it was a battleground newly refurbished
  • A site of memories many didn’t want to be having
  • But it took no more than one large crate of firewhiskey graciously donated
  • And an unknown number of hours with every single eighth year student sprawled out, drunk and slobbering on their common room floor to bring them into a hazy yet comfortable year
  • It wasn’t all tear stained cheeks
  • Many more lip locks, many new friendships, even more laughter
  • It seemed … it felt much better than the year they had prepared for

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Game On - Fred Weasley x Reader


You woke up early and got out of bed, getting ready for quidditch. Today was a big match, Gryffindor vs Slytherin. You were Gryffindor’s star seeker, it was your job to chase the golden snitch and catch it before the opposition. You pulled on your Gryffindor hoody and traipsed down to the Great Hall for breakfast. 

When you got there, you spotted a few of your teammates already eating including the Weasley twins. 

“Hey, here comes our star seeker!” George said, smiling up at you. You blushed in response. 

You sat down and tucked in to breakfast. One of your favourite things about Hogwarts was the food, whatever you wanted they had it. You opted for egg on toast as you didn’t want to be too full for the game. 

You finished your last mouthful and put your cutlery down. 

“You ready to kick some Slytherin arse?” Fred said, as a wide grin spread across his face. 

“Always.” You said as the three of you laughed together. 

You all got up and walked back up the stairs to Gryffindor. When you reached the common room, you split to go to your own dormitories. 

“See you down there, y/n” They waved as they disappeared through the boys door. A few minutes later, you had gathered all your stuff and walked back down the stairs and along the grounds to the Quidditch pitch. 

When you got to the changing rooms, you saw Oliver Wood. “Hi y/n, you ready for this?” 

“I’m always ready, Woody.” You said flashing him a devious smile. 

“Okay then, let’s go!” 

The team lined up and you stepped outside. The crowd roared, it was the best feeling, to hear everyone chanting and cheering. You all got into position and the game started. 

Slytherin were rough from the outset, bustling and shoving they way through but Gryffindor held their ground. You were struggling to find the snitch but it was alright because you had your eyes on the Slytherin Seeker and he hadn’t found it either. 

Suddenly it flickered past your eyes and you zoomed off to follow it. The Slytherin Seeker didn’t take long to notice and was soon at your side chasing it as well. He kept bashing into you but you held your ground. He shoved you hard, you shoved him back. He kicked you, you kicked him back. This continued for a long time as each of you followed the Golden speck around on your brooms. You were reaching your limit, the other Seeker would not give in, he kept shoving you and bashing you and soon you were gonna throw him off his broom if he didn’t stop. The snitch went low into the under ways of the pitch. It was narrow and you managed to get the advantage by nipping in front of the Slytherin Seeker. He was not happy about his, he saw his chance when the snitch flew out and whizzed up high. You took one hand off your broom, you were close to the snitch. The other Seeker took this opportunity to ram your broom really hard, you lost control and fell off your broom, tumbling down towards the grass. You hit the ground hard and heard a crunch, you screamed in agony. Then you felt a flicker in your hand, it was the snitch, you had caught the snitch. You smiled through the pain. 

Someone flew down beside you, it was Fred. “Fred, I caught it.” You said breathlessly. He smiled at you holding your head off the ground. 

“Well done, y/n. Just relax okay. You’re gonna be fine.” 

And then everything went black. The last thing you heard was a voice from the stands.

“Y/N Y/L/N has caught the snitch! Y/n has caught the snitch! Gryffindor wins!” 

You woke up and opened your eyes. Everything was hurting, your head throbbed, your stomach ached and your eyes stung at the brightness of the room. It took you a while to realise where you were, the Hospital Wing. You tried to sit up, “No, Y/n. Don’t try and sit up!” Said a panicked voice. You recognised the voice, you turned your head to meet Fred Weasley sitting at your bedside. “Fred?” 

“Shh Y/n, it’s okay.” You could tell he hadn’t slept in days. He was usually full of life but now it seemed as though he was only half awake. 

“How long have I been in here?” You asked. 

“Almost a week.” Fred replied. 

“A week?!” You said, suddenly panicked, you could feel tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. “What is wrong with me?” 

“You fell from a huge height, Y/n. I tried to fly down to catch you but…” He trailed off. 

“But, what?” You questioned gently. 

“But I didn’t get to you in time, by then you had already hit the ground. You had two broken ribs, concussion, a sprained wrist and a lot of internal bleeding and bruises.” 

You gasped, remembering the pain surging through your body. “It hurts, Fred.” You said softly, a tear coming out. 

“Hey, love. It’s okay, calm down. I… I came and sat with you everyday. I had to make sure you weren’t alone.” He whispered, leaning over to wipe away your tear. He left his hand on your cheek, holding it gently. 

“Why?” You asked, looking up into his eyes. You had never noticed how beautiful they were until they were this close, the specs of orange in them amongst the brown, the same colour as his hair, they danced and twitched in the light. 

“Because…” He stuttered, taking his hand away and looking at the floor. Fighting the pain, you reached out and grabbed his hand. He looked back at you. 

“Because I… Because I really, um, I really like you, Y/n.” He said sheepishly. 

You could see his cheeks flushing as they heated and turned red. 

“I really like you to, Fred.” 

“Really?” He said, the life flooding back into him as his eyes lit up and a smile spread across his face. 

“There’s that smile,” you said smiling back at him. He squeezed your hand and you squeezed it back. 

“So, um, Y/n…” 

“Yes, Fred?” You said, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me next week?” 

“I would love to,” you replied. You could already feel the pain of all your injuries rushing away and you couldn’t wait for next weekend.

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation


“He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomach ache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes,  the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the Wizarding World. But more than anything else Harry missed his best friends.”

Teammates - Part 1 (Oliver x Reader)

A/N - Had to update to Windows 10 in order to make my laptop work. I will fucking break this laptop. GOOD FOR NOTHING. Well, anyway, here you go. 

Part 2

Word Count: 857.

Warnings: A swear word..well, idk not really I guess but whatever.

Request: Nope.

Summary: The reader and Oliver have different ideas of how a team should work. The pressure of winning the match makes them fight for their own ideas differ of how a team should be trained.

The Story:

“Can’t you see? I’m the Captain and I want Gryffindor to win against Slytherin for atleast ONCE before I graduate!” He said walking towards Flitwick’s class.

“I know Oliver, but you’re overdoing it. Have you seen the faces of your team? They were clearly bored of your lecture today.” Y/N said jumping in front of him before entering the class. “Pay some attention to how they want to be trained.” Y/N said.

“Then they will be reckless!!”

“Well, I am not saying you should not be strict. I am saying try to be a bit……um….loose, cool down you know? And they might be reckless but trust me, they want to beat Slytherin just like you. They just wanna do it in a fun way.”

“Yeah, right Ms. Know-it-all.” He laughed and sat in his place.

“You may wanna respect your girlfriend a bit more Mr. Wood.” She chuckled and sat down beside him. Oliver shifted to his left making a bit space between them. Y/N giggled and shifted more towards him, holding his hand and leaning on his shoulder.

Few people laughed and Oliver blushed a deep shade of red. “Aww…is the Captain of the Gryffindor team blushing?” She laughed and pecked him on the cheek and moved away.

Someone from the back yelled, “Don’t move. He’s already missing you Y/N.”
And the whole class started laughing. Y/N smirked and rolled her eyes. She looked beside her and Oliver seemed to be upset, his hands were forming a tight grip. She held his hand to stop him but he snatched his hand away and opened up his notes.

Y/N knew he was upset about the game, and in no way could she distract him now. These were the ways she teased him and she managed to make him flustered like a little baby, but right now he was very angry, so it was better to him some space.

Y/N sighed and moved away to another seat without giving him another glance. She sat down somewhere in the middle as Professor Flitwick entered the class. And the class continued without any interactions between them, not even stealing glances.

After a while, Prof. McGonagall interrupted the class and asked Oliver to go outside with her. Y/N looked at him leave, without glancing back at her. The same way she left the seat beside him.

*Time Skip*

It has been some days since Oliver started his training. No. He didn’t listen to Y/N’s advice. As much he gave them lecture, Y/N made sure to make jokes in between so that they don’t get sleepy. It was sad to say even she got bored.

And that’s how their fight started.

Oliver and Y/N had different ideas of how the team should work, so, ofcourse, they had fights in between. Meanwhile the team found it entertaining enough to finally give attention to them.

With the arrival of Harry in the team, Oliver worked in their plans much more than before and they were, no doubt in it, fantastic. But the way he presented wasn’t good enough and almost the whole team slept through his lectures.

Y/N worked in  a different way. For her, with the use of jokes, sarcasm and confidence she ofcourse had the ability to gain attention; not to forget the fact that she was charming, in a way that no one knew what exactly was it..but everyone loved it.

But oneday their fight got into a different level. The others didn’t yet arrive since it was before dawn.

“Why don’t you just listen to me once!!” Y/N yelled frustrated, “even I’m getting pissed off with you!”

“Because you’re careless! You’ll forget about the match even if we lose but I won’t!!!! THIS TIME WE ARE WINNING THIS!”

“How?? With your boring lectures?”

Oliver’s face was now red, “YES. I am the Captain here. Not you, so I dont have to listen to you. But you HAVE to listen to me. You HAVE to stick to my plan just like you stick your arse up by me the whole day! You understand?”

Y/N was now shaking with anger. “Well Oliver, I am a Chaser too! And Professor McGonagall personally recommended me, so you better listen to your teammate!”

“Oh you think so?” Oliver laughed sarcastically, “It was me who went to Professor suggesting you to be in our team because you wished to join the team! Alicia was much much better than you! It was me and not you Y/N. I can replace you anytime I want!”

“Oh..” Y/N’s voice quivered, “Then you know what? You don’t have to put in so much effort.” She threw down her broom.

“I need a break.” She said before leaving the ground, “From Quidditch and from you.”

The rest of the team were just arriving. And one of the twins ofcourse, noticed what happened.

“Morning.” George said yawning, “What happened? She left before the practice started.”

“Yeah. She’s been replaced with Alicia Spinnet.”

“What? She was the only thing that kept us sane through your lectures. You can’t just–”

“I didn’t. She herself left us. There’s not much time left. I’m gonna talk with Alicia today. She’ll be more than happy to join us.”



He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes, … the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world.

Bloody Gorgeous That Girl - George Weasley Imagine (requested)

Request: In which the reader pranks Fred and George so hard that one of them falls in love with them.

Warnings: None, mainly just fluff, tiny bit of swearing

Words: 1850

Laughter laced the brick walls of Hogwarts as you raced along the half empty corridor. A collection of bright pink and dark blue paint dripped off the ends of your stained robes creating a mess in your trail. Filch would have your head if he found out you were the felon behind the latest muddle in The Long Gallery.

Your feet pounded against the stone floors, catching speed with every corner you turned. The quicker path back to The Quad would have been to take a sharp right when entering the castle from the Quidditch Grounds, but instead you went straight. The shorter route included passing by The Defense Against The Dark Arts Tower, then crossing the unsteady bridge. That left you two hot spots to be caught by Snape or seen by soon to be witnesses to your master prank.

Once the Slytherin Quidditch team saw their new uniforms for their match versus Ravenclaw, they would set out for answers and the last thing you needed was a team full of hot heads and cocky players with a bank account larger than their brains, on your tail. This all could have simply been avoided if you had just let it be. 

Lucian Bole, the vigorous Beater for the cunning Slytherin team, had made it his personal vendetta to make last week a living hell for you.

He ‘accidently’ bumped into you on your way out of class (resulting in you spilling your books and supplies all over the floor), then proceeded to sneer in your face about needing to learn your place among supremacy. Later in the day during lunch Lucian and his band of followers knocked into each other and dumped a bowl of porridge on top of your head. The hot liquid dripped down your back and seeped into your freshly cleaned robes creating wet patches along the material.  

The whole Great Hall erupted in gasped at the sight of flimsy noodles and chopped vegetables sliding off your skin. You glanced around the room boiling with anger. Oddly enough the embarrassment didn’t settle in until you captured the pitiful brown eyes that belonged to George Weasley.

You had an ever growing school girl crush on the pranking king of the school. How could you not? George Weasley was kind, overly friendly, handsome, and somehow managed to get good markings despite spending his free nights roaming the halls of Hogwarts with his partner in crime, rather so his brother Fred, by his side. 

You knew this because unlike the rest of the school you had discovered the secret tunnels that traveled under the grounds of the castle. They aided you in getting to class on time, skipping out from being humiliated, and pulling through on your amazing anonymous pranks. 

You enjoied ravishing in the mystery of you hoaxes. Half the school believed it was the work of the Weasley twins, they just chose not to admit it and bask in the glory. The other side pondered on the possibility of there being more than just the twins causing ruckus around Hogwarts.

Fred and George had uncovered your secret identity roughly a week prior to the prank you were playing out currently. 

The twins were conversing about their upcoming Holiday trip back home when a tide of water balloons struck them and bursted all over their clothes. You pelted them with the heavy balloons until your barrel was gone. Before they could catch you, you sprinted to your dorm room leaving the twins soaking wet and puzzled. 

Snapping back to the present you tossed a quick peek over your shoulder. Thankfully no one was on to you. The cold corridor was deserted and the striking wind coming from the winter air blew in through the open window making you feel completely free. You giggled excitedly and wheeled around another corner. This time instead of being greeted by more open space, a strong build became your crash landing.

The sudden force took a toll on your small frame. You stumbled into the wall and threw your hands out ready to meet the ground but instead collapsed into a broad chest. You clung to the body of your unknown intruder to keep balance and screeched startledly. 

“Woah there- sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to scare you-” Looking up like a deer caught in headlight you found none other than George Weasley. His coffee hazed eyes bored into your face. You avoided him intently and focused on the ground around your feet.

“No it’s fine it was my fault anyways. I should really start following that annoying rule of no running, I can understand why it was put in place now. I’ve really got to go now-” Your voice cracked slightly as the nerves bubbled over. George’s hands pressed softly into your sides holding you securely. A shade of red brushed over your s/c cheeks.

George smiled gently, “I guess every rule had a small purpose. You’re uh, you’re Y/n Y/l/n right? I um,- well when Lucian- I wanted to say something earlier but I didn’t know how. I’m really sorry he did that. I’ve know for years the bloke is a total arse but that was beyond the limit.” George sympathized. He really wanted to confront you on the water balloon fiasco but his racing heart declined the topic.

“Oh yeah, it was er, quite the show. Don’t think I’ll manage to live that one down.” You mumbled self consciously. That event was already unbearable enough and your crush reliving the incident did not help the matter.

George shrugged easily and smiles warmly at you,

“I wouldn’t lose sleep over it. Fred and I have got a whole week of destruction and hell planned out for him.” He laughed nudging your side. His fingers slipped off your waist and fell to his side. It was then that he saw the streak of color you left behind.“But maybe you beat us to it, what’s up with all the paint and glitter on your robes?” His eyebrow rose accusingly. 

“New arts and crafts class?” You tried but it worked to no avail. George sent you a doubtful shake of the head and you gave in.

“Fine I’ll tell you, but you’ve got to promise me it’ll stay between us.”

George stuck out his pinky which you copied. He locked his lanky finger around yours and squeezed.

A childish laugh sounded and you cringed at yourself. Oh god, you thought, we’ve been talking for hardly five minutes and I’m already puddey in his hands.

Looking back up to his towering stance you smiled mischievously,

“I sort of gave the Slytherin Quidditch teams’ uniforms a make over. I enchanted their robes blue and pink and it most positively won’t come out for at least two weeks. Two weeks means possibly three or four matches dressed looking like life sized cotton candy with glitter thrown up all over them.” You were far from ashamed about your prank. Actually, you felt overly proud.

They deserved all that you gave them and more. You should have thrown Lucian in the Black Lake and made him suffer but flying around looking like a carnival treat would have to do for now.

“Wow Y/l/n, I’m impressed. I can’t wait to see how they turn out. Where did you learn to prank so hard?” George question bashfully. You skills amazed him to no ends.

Students passed you two every once in awhile. You folded over you robes as they waved to you, wishing to cover up the paint they would most likely see flying around on the pitch tomorrow.

“Years of practice.” You replied shortly. George gave you an skeptical side eye. Sighing you spit out the truth,“You and your brother aren’t the only souls in this castle that know about the secret tunnels.”

You two walked in sync entering the North end of The Quad. At the end of the left side hall was the Gryffindor Common Room where you assumed George would abandon you and venture off to though he remained by your side. Your lip quirked upwards noticing this.

A chuckle vibrated through George’s chest at your words. He seemed immensely shocked at your confession, in a good way. 

“You’re quite the work of art, Y/n.” George commented flinging his arm around your shoulder. He played off the action like it was something he had been doing for years. Like the two of you had known each other for a lifetime rather than ten minutes.

Butterflies flew wild inside of you. George’s presence was comforting bringing you a sense of protection. A burning smile found its way to your lips as George’s orbs rested on you again.

He watched your eyes shine bright with giddiness as he had seen so many times before from his spot in Arithmancy. It was no lie George had deemed a budding crush on you from the very first moment of his third year at Hogwarts when you were seated two spots in front of him in History Of Magic.

George got three detentions that first semester for being unfocused and undetermined during class. He was focus, truly he was, just more so on you not the lesson.

Slipping his arm away, George tugged his free hand up to his neck scratching at it awkwardly. What came next shocked the both of you entirely,

“What do you say uh, me and you- you and I play a little prank together. Say next week sometime? Then after, if all goes well, we can hang out in the Clock Tower Courtyard. That is persay if you want to.” His usual confident demeanor crumbled like an ancient artifact. George searched your face for disapproval.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Weasley.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him teasingly. Mentally you were screaming for him to say yes, physically you mustered all your strength to keep a strong hold and play it cool.

“Maybe I am, Y/l/n. I guess you would just have to say yes and find out for yourself, love.”

“Alright. See you next week, handsome.” You declaimed spinning on your back foot heading to your Common Room. You desperately longed to clean your robes and rid of the evidence but talking to the tall red head made your insides explode with happiness.

George reached out and grasped your hand delicately. An uncertain smirk was visible but his new shyness was peaking out.

“I mean we don’t have to wait until next week, I’m free tomorrow and- oh god I sound obsessive and clingy don’t I? I’m sorry Y/n, forget it-” Reaching up on your tippy toes you placed your lips lightly against his rosy cheek and kissed his skin daintly. Pulling back you skipped off preventing George from getting in another word.

You threw your hand over your shoulder and waved at him, “I’ll see you tomorrow, George.” 

Watching your every move George sighed dreamily as your h/c bounced with your steps,

“She’s definitely something. Bloody gorgeous that girl…”

-Daizy xx


Members: J-Hope Centric, Suga, Jin
Word Count: 2,457
Year: 2008
Note: *J-Hope’s joke explanation - A Wronski Feint is a move Quidditch players use. Neville Longbottom fainted when he heard a mandrake scream. Feint. Faint. Get it? I’ve been listening to Jin’s dad jokes too much I recon. 

More on McGonagall’s interactions with Yoongi to come? Who do you guys wanna see more of? Also which ships do you guys love the most?

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Pleeeeeease Jin!” Hoseok practically begged to his older friend as they sat across from each other at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall. Jin continued to read the Daily Prophet, munching down on his fifth piece of toast as he ignored his younger friend.

“Why can’t you just ask her for me?” He continued.

“Why can’t you just ask her yourself?” Jin asked, placing his newspaper down from directly in front of his face to give Hoseok a good look at his questioning eyes.

“Because she’s older than me and so are you. And she’s a Slytherin, I don’t know any Slytherin’s it would…just be…weird.” Hoseok attempted to explain.

Jin sighed, “Well firstly that’s a lie because you know Yoongi and he’s a Slytherin. Ask him.”

“I already did and he launched a screaming yo-yo at my head!… I can still hear their shrieks now.” Hoseok replied dramatically, letting his head fall into his hands. “Come on! Auditions are being held tomorrow I don’t have much time.”

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The Red Stands for Slytherin Blood

Character: Jefferson X Gryffindor!Reader
Prompt: Your houses are supposed to hate each other, it’s basically an unwritten rule. And yet, even after Jefferson manages to hurt you, you still get butterflies around him. And by hurt I mean he knocks you upside the head with a Buldger.
AU: Hogwarts
Word Count: 2,861
W/T: Honestly I have no idea whoops
A/N: THIS IS NOT EDITED. Before you ask, yes, the girl that Laf likes in this is none other than me. I’m sorry I couldn’t resist doing that XD. I like plugging myself into different stories sometimes, I can’t help it :). Hope y'all enjoy!


“Y/N L/N, you better not be lying to me!” Your freckled friend calls after you as you try to disappear into your dormitory. He quickly grabs ahold of you by the sleeve of your sleek black school robe, causing your books to fly out of your arms, scattering across the hardwood floor of the Gryffindor commons. “Now look what you’ve done, John.” You mutter, shaking loose of his grasp on you and bending over to recollect the books. “Just, tell me the truth, Y/N. I told you who I like, now you have to fulfill your end.”

You freeze in place for a moment. You couldn’t tell your best friend who you had fallen for the moment you met them, he’d laugh himself out of Hogwarts. He’d think you are crazy, insane, totally out of your mind for liking this guy. He’d think-

“Well? Who is it?” John badgers, his eyes wide and full of anticipation. “No, I can’t tell you.” You shrug, dismissing the thought. “Aww, come on, Y/N! At least tell me what house they’re in! Or what their eye color is or what hand they write with or something!” He whines, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout. “No, John. I’m not going to tell you. The same answer I’ve given you for the past week.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at him. “Come on, you said that we were meeting Herc and Laf in the dining hall to study for our potions exam. And with the way you’ve been acting, you need this help.”

“Well can’t you tell me if you like someone at least? Make it a yes or no question?” He pouts, making sure you can see his puppy dog eyes by moving in front of you. “God, if I were allowed to cast a Confringo spell on you right now, you’d learn to back off.” You threaten, the sight of him exploding right before your eyes becoming more and more appealing by the second. “Well let’s be thankful you’re a rule abider.” John nervously laughs, backing off a bit. “But just tell me if you have a crush on somebody right now! That’s not a revealing answer, is it?” You bite your lip, weighing out the pros and cons of answering, as if it were a life or death situation. “Yeah, okay, I’ve got a thing for somebody. Happy?” You spit, spinning on your heels to disappear to the dining hall, John giddily tagging right along.

“Awww, Y/N has a crush! This is adorable, this too much.” John mocks, hugging his books dreamily against his chest as he descends down the stairs with you, their enchanted hinges allowing for them to move in place for you. “Yeah yeah yeah. Might I remind you of your crush? The one you gushed to me about? Who was it again? A-” “We don’t speak of who I like anywhere besides the dormitory, Y/N.” John deadpans, giving you a super serious glare, which only earns a giggle from you. “Hey, it’s what you get for badgering me.” You reply, shrugging your shoulders as you nudge John around the corner of the staircase railing and into the extensive corridor before you. “You’re the one who wouldn’t tell me, what other option did I have?!” He exclaims, bumping you with his own shoulder.

Seeing as this was a meaningless conversation, you simply roll your eyes and continue into the Great Hall, the seemingly endless house tables laid out before you. The tops of the finished tables were bare, unlike the usually are during a meal, and many students milled about amongst them, each entertained by a different mean. Each of the house banners hang above a specified table, and below the yellow and red banner sat a pair of boys, each looking as mischievous as the other. The stouter one, a bandana tied around his forehead in his house’s colors, turns and waves at you and John, motioning for you to join him.

You and John happily plop down on the bench next to the two guys, one on either side. “Ah, so you’ve finally decided to join us, mon amis.” The boy next to you jokes, his puffy hair pulled back in a ponytail, his brilliant white teeth dazzling with his smile. “Oh shut up, Lafayette. They were probably getting hype for the Quidditch match later.” The guy that waved you over points out excitedly, his muscular frame shivering in anticipation for the big game later that day. “Actually,” John counters, narrowing his eyes at you, “We were talking about our love life.” “Oh! We’re you now? I do wish to hear of Y/N’s, how you say, crush. What are they like, mon ami?” Lafayette teases, leaning forward onto his hands. “Oh wouldn’t you like to know, Laf? What about that ginger you’ve fallen head over heels for, hm? Isn’t she sitting right down there?” You fire back, secretively point to the opposite end of the table.

Indeed, there sat a girl, her hair a fiery color, and her skin surprisingly tan in complexion to most other redheads. Her freckles dotted her cheeks and face, and her peculiar laughter lit up the small conversation she was having with her other Gryffindor friends. “Go talk to her, Laf. She’s looking right at you.” John nods, finally getting Lafayette to turn around, just in time to catch a glimpse of the girl’s hazel eyes averting themselves away from him, giggling to the other girls with her.

“Non, she is with friends. I stand no chance.” He sighs, turning back to you and the others. “Well then just swoon her with your skills during the Quidditch match!” Herc suggests, leaning across the table and slapping him on the arm. “Have you forgotten that she is our Seeker, buddy? That’s a bit tough to do when she can’t even focus on him.” John laughs at Herc, almost falling backwards on the bench. “Well then just make sure you save her from an oncoming bulgers, or something. I dunno.” Herc fumbles, already ready to watch the game. “But hey, I managed to snag some BeWitched Paint from Thomas!”

Your heart skyrockets at the very sound of that name. You knew who he was talking about just by the tone of his voice. Thomas Jefferson, the Slytherin who had somehow stolen your heart when you first met him. Sure, your Gryffindor buddies weren’t on best terms with him, but that didn’t stop you and him from talking. And hanging out in secret under his invisibility cloak. After curfew.

“How in the bloody hell did you st-wait, did Alex do that?” John questions, narrowing his eyes at the small tubs of red and gold paint Hercules has pulled out from under his robes. “Possibly.” He mimics back, handing the container of gold to him. “Oh, and Y/N? I may or may not have blamed my masterpiece in the Slytherin commons on you.” You draw your head back at that. “What do you mean,’masterpiece’?” You seeth, glaring at Hercules. He opens his mouth to respond, a sheepish grin tacked on his face, but another voice interrupts him, drawing everyone’s attention towards the entrance doors.

Stumbling towards you, a boy with a low bun, a green and silver scarf, and scattered facial hair approaches, his hand wrapped around his side in pain from laughing so hard. “Something funny happen, Alexander?” Lafayette inquires, knowing full well what he was laughing about. “Dude, Thomas has been complaining about it all day. How did you manage to get it on his robes?!” Alex wheezes out, falling next to Hercules and John in a pained manner, still gasping to catch his breath.”What. Did. You. Draw?” You deadpan, eyes wide. “Oh shit.” Alex whispers, quickly composing himself. “Why did we blame this on them, again?” “What did you do this time?”

“Why don’t you go take a look yourself?” Alex suggests, standing back up and ushering you towards the door. “Wha-no, I’ll take a look later, or I’ll probably hear it from someone later anyway.” You shake off, standing up. “We-” you start, grabbing ahold of Lafayette’s arm and tugging him up with you “- are going to get ready for the big game, where we will demolish Slytherin’s arse.” You smile smugly at Alex, watching his smirk turn into a grimace. “Come on, Laf.” You say, spinning around on your heels and pulling Laf along behind you. “Wait, mon ami, why are we going around the table the long way?” He asks hurriedly, his face reddening as you near the group of girls from earlier.

Lafayette’s crush turns around to face you, her smile bright. “Oh, are you guys going down to the field now?” She asks, standing up from her spot. You nod, nudging Lafayette forward a bit. He attempts to regain his composure, but the girl’s smile seems to be too much for the poor Frenchman. “Alright, let’s go kick some ass.” She laughs, taking Lafayette’s arm and walking alongside him. “You know it, mon ange.” He laughs, leading her along behind you. You can catch snippets of their conversation as they trail behind you, and at one point you have to suppress an onslaught of laughter because of the girl replying to him in fluent French, stunning him into silence.

You eventually reach the Quidditch grounds, the stands already alive with students and teachers from all houses, rearing to watch this intense rivalry play out before them. The three of you disappear into the Gryffindor halls beneath the stadium, the noise from above echoing down the stairwell. The girl veers off to a different branch of the hallway, leaving you and Laf with the rest of the Chasers in the main room. “Didn’t know she spoke French, huh?” You tease him quietly, making his cheeks grow redder than ever. “Oh, shut up. I still haven’t heard who your crush is, Y/N.” He answers, trying to change the subject as he pulls off his school robes, revealing his Quidditch uniform underneath. “Like I said, I’m not telling. My lips are sealed.” You shoot back, doing the same with your robes. ‘Then how come you know so much about everybody else, but won’t let other’s know about you?”

“Not answering the question.” You sing back in an annoyed tone, aggressively pulling on your protective gear. ‘And if you’ll be so kind, the game is going to start shortly. I would rather not be disqualified over the fact that our exchange student was late to the game.” Briskly, you stalk towards the shared broomsticks closet, where both teams brooms are held prior to a match. Slipping your wand into your back pocket, you approach the small, square room, each wall sporting the color of each of the four houses. Wrapping your gloved hands around your Firebolt, you gently uproot it from its holding container, a surge of magic flowing through your fingertips as you do so, almost as if it were coming alive. Its sleek wooden handle resting perfectly against your palms fills you with confidence, ready to be able to mount it once again.

“Well, I didn’t realize Y/N was here as well.” A familiar voice chuckles happily, startling you. A shiver whipped down your spine and your chest caved in on itself as you turned to meet the source of the voice, his chiseled chin and green and silver sweater looming over you. “Flirting with the enemy, are we now, Thomas?” You smirk, staring up at his dark eyes mischievously. God, you could get lost in those eyes for hours, the way they just suck you in, as if they were an endless abyss. “I’d say that would be more of your doing, staring at me like you’re lost in some sort of dream. Bet you wish you had a Disillusionment charm on now, the way you’re blushing.” Thomas points out, only to step closer to you, his body heat now radiating onto you. “I wouldn’t be talking such smack, if I were you. To my knowledge, Hercules has mastered a pretty strong Hurling Hex. I wouldn’t want to have to sic him on you like Alex did with the Enchanted Paints, now would I?”

“Hey, lovebirds, we are getting ready to start!” Someone calls from the hallway behind Thomas, breaking up your heated trash talk. “Careful now, Y/N, wouldn’t want you making your hideously colored jersey all dirty from picking a fight.” Thomas mocks, stepping back towards the shadows of the corridor behind him. “This red? This stands for blood. Slytherin blood. Better keep an eye out.” You finish, disappearing back down your own hallway to the Pit, where your team was lining up. “You ready?” Lafayette asks from your right as you position yourself, his voice filled with excitement. “Always.” You joke back, mounting your broomstick as the doors in front of you swing open, revealing the lush green field before you. You lean forward and zoom out into the open, where the crowd’s roaring and cheering explodes in your ears. The sky rushes towards you as you fly about in the air, the gained wind pulling your hair back. A light rain had begun while you were under the arena, fogging your visibility slightly. The whistle from below rings through your ears as you burst into action, Lafayette quickly grabbing ahold of the Quaffle and chucking it to you. Gracefully grasping it in your right hand, you surge towards the hoops ahead of you, swooping downward to avoid an incoming tag team from the Slytherins.

Thrusting all of your strength behind the large red ball, you hurl it towards the highest goal post, catching the Keeper off guard. She rushes up as fast as she can to stop it, but she doesn’t quite make it. The Quaffle soars through the goal, and another roar erupts from the crowd.

And the game continues like this through the overcast and light rain, a constant back and forth of scoring, Gryffindor barely keeping ahead. Many players have been injured, Lafayette being one, his leg throbbing from kicking a Bulger away from the Seeker. Thomas has flown by you a few times, pretending to knock you off your broom as he whizzed by. Lafayette even had to yell at you a few times to dodge some incoming Buldgers that nearly scalped you.

You hover in place for a moment, attempting to catch your breath. Removing your goggles, you quickly rub them against your pant leg, trying to defog them. Green and red blurs fly past you, each fighting and escaping each other. There are several shouts from behind you, and Lafayette shouting catches your attention the most. You begin to turn towards him, but you’re instead assaulted by a black metal Buldger, inches from your head. It collided with your left temple instantly, pulling you off of your broom. The ground rushed towards you, and the lush grass turns to black as the shouting and cheering fade away.


Fuzzy lights and soft breathing. That’s not what you remember last, but it’s definitely what you were seeing. Blinking away the gunk around your eyes, you gingerly sit up, your head quickly throbbing. A groan escapes you as you raise your hand to the source of the pain, a rough bandage meeting your fingers instead of your hair. “Oh, you’re awake thank god.” A voice sighs, scaring you. You jump slightly in place, and a soft hand placing itself stop yours protectively. You’re eyes trail up the arm to its owner, who’s deep, dark eyes draw you in just like before.

“Thomas? What are you doing here? What am I doing here?” You question, taking in your surroundings as you do so, trying to ignore the pain in your head. You were clearly in the Infirmary Wing, and it seems that only you and Thomas were there. “I, uh… You were knocked unconscious by a Buldger during the match.” He answers sheepishly, his face growing red as he tightens his grip on your hand. “Oh.” Is all you can say as the memories slowly come back to you. “You guys won, by the way. Filthy Gryffindicks.” He mumbles, looking away from you. “That’s nice and all, but why are you here?” You ask confused, the same heat from earlier being brought back to your cheeks. He shyly rubs the back of his neck, his face a mix of emotions. “I, uh, was the one that hit you with the… Buldger…” He trails, his own cheeks becoming red. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You smile at him, knowing full well why he was here. “We’ll, there is one way you can make it up to me.” You offer, a small smirk forming on your lips. “Oh? And what would that be?” He inquires, leaning towards you.

Without uttering another word, you lean over the short railing of the hospital bed and press your lips against his, the tension from earlier prominent in the kiss. He kisses back, returning the same passion, a fire sizzling between your lips.

It as if there were magic between the two of you.


He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes, … the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world.

4 times Minerva McGonagall told Remus Lupin she was disappointed in him

Part of the Let’s Set The Sky On Fire! Verse. (Marauders Era, Modern AU)

Pairing: wolfstar (M/M, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin)

Genre: bit of everything, really? Nothing explicit.

word count: 4552

Descritption: It wasn’t often that Minerva McGonagall told her students straight-out that they’d disappointed her. Especially when it came to such brilliant students as Remus Lupin.

TW: homophobic slurs, bit of bullying.

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