harry potter one shot

Worse Than Nicotine

Prompt: “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU. Where Sirius is the chain-smoking art student.

Word Count: About 5,500.

Warning(s): Smoking, sexual tension, kissing, motorcycle ride without all the gear. Don’t accept a ride from someone on a motorcycle unless they supply the proper gear and you’re wearing pants and a heavy jacket, preferably. Do some research before riding!

Note: Sort of a modern, college AU. This isn’t smut, but, I have to warn you, it does end up being smoking hot. Hah. Get it?

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Accidental Potion Slippage

IMAGINE: Draco knew there was something wrong when (Y/N) started fawning over a Weasley. Why the hell did she decide to like a Weasley when he was just about to ask her out? 

[gif is not mine. just a bit of fluff. once again from this prompt (x). a bit wordy once again.] 

warnings: swear words

words: 1.6k +

Draco looked at his best friend who was now currently fawning over a Weasley. A Weasley of all people! He stabbed his eggs viciously, then groaned when it fell off his plate. Can nothing go right? Since when did (Y/N) watch Weasley with stupid love heart eyes? And since when can he not eat eggs?

“Stop staring,” Draco grumbled.

(Y/N) turned to Draco, “Huh? Did you say something Draco?”

He rolled his eyes, “Stop staring at the Weasley, you might catch his Weasley-ness.” Draco scrunched up his nose at that thought. “Disgusting,” he mumbled under his breath.

“Isn’t he just dreamy?” (Y/N) placed a hand on top of the table and placed her chin on it. “I mean the way that he eats, it’s just,” she didn’t finish speaking, she just closed her eyes and smiled. And bloody hell was that a small moan emitting from her mouth?

“What the hell is wrong with her?” Blaise asked as he sat down in front of (Y/N). He followed her stare to the Gryffindor table. “A Weasley?”

“Like you can talk Zabini,” Theo piped up. He received a light punch to the arm by Blaise. “Dick.”

“I swear to god she’s been slipped a potion,” Draco muttered. It was the only explanation. She didn’t like the Weasley’s…the only ones that she can stand were the twins and they were long graduated, and the Weasley girl. Unless… she did really like Weasley. Draco shuddered. No, it definitely wasn’t that. (Y/N) disliked the Weasley’s, not as much as Draco but still.

“I’m right here,” (Y/N) groaned. “And I wasn’t slipped a potion. It’s just you know when you wake up and see someone in a different light, and suddenly they’re the only person you can think about?”

Draco sat there silently. Of course he knew, he’s been feeling that way towards her ever since fifth year. He was hoping to ask her to Hogsmeade, maybe join his family’s holiday to Germany, but (Y/N) taking a fancy to Weasley certainly put a damper to his plans.

“But he’s a Weasley,” was all Draco came up with. It sounded pathetic even to him, even though he would never admit it.

“Names are just labels.” They all watched as Ron walked out of the Great Hall with Potter next to him, then they turned to (Y/N) who started packing up her things.

“And where are you off to?” Blaise asked. “We have a free.”

“So does Ron, maybe I can catch up to him.” (Y/N) picked up her bag and ran towards the exit.

“For fucks sake, you’re screwed mate,” Blaise said as she bit into a muffin. Draco groaned and smacked his head against the table.

“Draco! There you are! I need help!” (Y/N) called out as she rushed to her best friend.

Draco placed the book he held in his hands into his bag, “What is it?”

Hold my hand so he gets jealous.(Y/N) pointed to Weasley who was laughing loudly with the other Gryffindor’s. Draco gritted his teeth, he had to pinch himself because he knew that he would do some serious damage to his mouth if he continued.

“Why me?”

“Because you’re my best friend, you’re extremely attractive and Ron hates you? Please?” (Y/N) pleaded, then turning on her charm -she pouted at Draco. She knew that if she did this action he wouldn’t say no.

Draco internally groaned, fuck, it was that pout. The one that made him want to snog her, the one that made her adorable as fuck. “Fine.”

(Y/N) smiled and intertwined their hands together. Draco had to rein his gasp when (Y/N) took his hand. Fuck her hands were dainty and small, and so soft. He relished in the feeling for a moment. Unconsciously his thumb rubbed her palm, she threw a curious glance in his way.

Draco could feel sweat emanating from the pores of his hand, all he could do was pray to the gods that she didn’t feel how sweaty it was. He allowed himself to be strolled to the Gryffindor’s.

“Hey guys,” (Y/N) greeted with a smile.

“Hey (Y/N),” Hermione spoke, her tone friendly. Then she turned to Draco, “Malfoy.”

“Hi Ron,” (Y/N) greeted bashfully. The red-head looked at the Slytherin and smiled. Out of all the Slytherin’s she was by far the nicest he came across.

“Hi (Y/N).”

Draco narrowed his eyes. He did not like that tone. He clenched his hands, forgetting he was holding (Y/N)’s. She returned the action by squeezing his hand, almost to the point that he squealed out in pain.

He stood there awkwardly, looking at the trees, the clouds, anywhere but the group. He managed to filter out (Y/N)’s disgusting love-filled talk to Weasley. Draco was too focused in not being focused that he missed Ron’s weird looks at (Y/N), Hermione’s curious stare. He also missed Harry’s eyes widening in understanding. He sighed in relief as he felt himself being dragged away.

Once out of earshot, (Y/N) removed her hand from Draco’s. “Ew your hand is sweaty.

How the hell was he supposed to reply to that? Sorry that my hand was sweaty, it was just I’ve been dreaming of holding your hand since fifth year when I found out that I love you, and I’m pretty sure I want to marry you and have children with you? And that mother and father found out that I love, so they’re now pushing marriage upon me? That my mother gave me a ring from the Malfoy vault, so when I got the courage to fucking ask you out and not fuck it up, I have the perfect ring for you? Unfortunately that was not how it happened.

“My palms get sweaty whenever I’m near something hideous,” Draco drawled.

(Y/N) shook her head, “Shove off, you git.” She laughed at him and linked her arms with his. “I got a date with Ron!”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

(Y/N) stormed through the courtyard, pass the Slytherin’s and once she reached where the Gryffindor’s usually sat, she slapped Ron as hard as she could. “What the fuck, Weasley?”

Draco, as well as the other Slytherin’s, ran to where the commotion was. Luckily, they came at the right moment, they heard the gasps and the laughter as Weasley stood there dumbfounded.

“Why the fuck did you slip me a love potion?” Her teeth were bared, her hair wild and her eyes furious. She began advancing, making Ron step backwards, finally Harry stood between them.

“I think I can explain.”

“You better have a fucking good reason as to why I was acting like an imbecile fawning over Weasley,” (Y/N) spat.

“That wasn’t meant for you,” Harry yelled. Afraid for himself and his best friend. “It was for someone else in your House.”


Harry looked sideways, “Potter, I swear if you don’t tell me right now, I’ll hex your balls!”

“It was for Parkinson!”

(Y/N) stepped backwards, she laughed, “Pansy?”

“Ron and Pansy had a bet going to see who could slip a love potion,” Harry explained.

“That has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever heard! And so illegal!” (Y/N) looked wildly at the red head, she walked towards him. “You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances!”

(Y/N) turned around, her hair hitting Ron in the face. She stormed past the Slytherin’s. Draco chased her. For someone so small she really could cover a lot of space. Upon reaching her, he noticed that they were in their secluded space that they discovered when they were in third year.

“Ruin your chances?” It was meant to be an ‘are you okay’? But all that was going through Draco’s heads was; what was the chance?

She lifted her head and looked at him, “What?”

He gestured behind him with his thumb, “Before you left. You said: ‘You better fucking hope that you didn’t ruin my chances’.”

(Y/N) shook her head, “For the love of Merlin, Draco! Are you really that daft?”


She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise, “I’ve been trying to tell you that I fancy you.”

Draco pointed at her, then himself, “You like me?”

“I honestly don’t know why,” (Y/N) mumbled.

“You like me?”

She rolled her eyes again, “I think we’ve covered this. Now it’s your turn; do you like me?”

“Uh-huh,” was all Draco could say. He nodded dumbly as well. He must have looked like a right twat. “Date me?” He could have really slapped himself right then.

She winced, “Oo, when though? My schedule’s a bit busy.”


“Merlin, I really hope that’s not the only thing that you’re going to say when we go to dinner next week.”

Draco shook himself out of whatever he was in, “Right.” He straightened his robes and looked at her. “Would you like to go to dinner with me next week?” He put his hand out to her.

She looked at it skeptically, “Draco, I don’t know if you know but dating isn’t usually a business contract. It’s usually not sealed with a handshake.”

He abruptly put his hand to his side, not knowing what to do he began side stepping. After doing that action for a couple of seconds, he gathered up the courage and looked at her. Draco saw as amusement was etched on her face, her biting her lip in order to stop herself from laughing at him. “How do you seal it then?”

She took a step forward, then another until she was in front of him. Grabbing him by the lapels of her robe, she pulled him close to her, “Like this.” Then (Y/N) pulled Draco, pressing her lips to his.

Imagine having amnesia and being utterly fascinated by your husband Severus Snape

(Woooo more Snape fluff :3 I did my best to incorporate all the elements of the requests! Aka Make reader fangirl over him xD So hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

As you opened your eyes, you found yourself looking up at a strange ceiling. From how high up it seemed, the building you were in was something more familiar to a castle.

You couldn’t figure out exactly where you were but the last thing you remembered before blacking out completely was that you were helping a child hold up a wand it seemed and said some strange words before your eyes just gave out completely.

Looking around, you saw a curtain surrounding the bed you laid upon and quickly realize you might be within an infirmary or hospital. You heard some chatter on the other side and some footsteps nearing. Suddenly a distinct voice could be heard and strangely it made your heart jump.

Never have you heard such an intoxicating tone, you thought, it was so much you didn’t even take notice of his harsh words or how he was grumbling towards some woman.  Surprisingly, he seemed eager and demanded her to let him see you.

You couldn’t understand what a man of such authority wanted with you but you hoped in anticipation to meet him. To your surprise, the man simply moved the woman to the side and pushed the curtain away.

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Dating Draco Would Include:

Originally posted by slytherinproud

  • He seems like an ass to everyone else, but he’s a literal puppy around you tbh
  • Draco always helping you with school work because he is actually a genius.
  • He likes to have you sit in front of him while he rest his head on your shoulders as you try and do homework.
  • The little shit interrupts you with kisses on your neck
  • Eventually you guys end up making out
  • After some time, he slowly pulls away and reminds you that you have homework to finish
  • Some times you actually go back to doing your homework
  • Other times you attack him for more kisses
  • Draco never argues with you either way
  • You guys have little dates in the library
  • Mostly just reading a book together
  • Or making out
  • Draco loves cuddles tbh
  • Like, he loves having you in his arms
  • Or you wrapping your arms around him
  • Just the feeling of you in general makes him feel content and happy
  • Often times, you guys are seen having a sass battle
  • There’s a lot of sarcasm between the two of you
  • He loves to just push you up against the wall and start kissing you very passionately tbh
  • Like, he just loves your lips
  • In class, you guys sit together
  • Most of the time you guys just hold hands under the table
  • Very rarely does he try anything
  • But the rare moments are just full of teasing that you make him regret when class is over
  • Draco gets jealous very easily
  • He trust you and all, but he doesn’t trust other people
  • Most of the time he lets you handle to people who can’t take no for an answer
  • But if he ends up getting annoyed enough, the boy will just full on make-out with you in front of the other person until they leave
  • You spend a lot of time trying to get him to smile a real genuine smile
  • Loving him in a suit
  • But also in sweaters and sweatpants
  • Or even nothing works for you tbh ;)
  • You two sneak around a lot, but you’re also terrible at it
  • Like, Snape has caught you two multiple times, but after awhile he just started to ignore you guys
  • His dad hating you, but his mom secretly loving you
  • Draco feeling like you’re the one good thing Voldemort hasn’t ruined for him
  • Being incredibly protective over you
  • He will fight anyone who even thinks about laying a finger on you
  • And he will beat their ass straight to hell and back
  • He likes carrying your bags and books
  • He also loves it when you wear his clothes
  • Everyone at Hogwarts secretly ships you two a lot
  • They may hate Draco, but they admit that you two make an adorable pair
  • I also feel like this boy loves hickies.
  • Leaving them on you and sporting a few of his own
  • You lips are just his weakness in general
  • Holding hands is also his favorite thing
  • You guys can often be found either making out, cuddling, or having a sass battle
  • He loves you more than anything in the world
  • And you love him just the same amount
  • Him being the cutest freaking boyfriend ever tbh


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Come Here (Draco X Reader)

Type: SMUT

Warnings: Sexy, thigh riding Draco

Summary/Prompt: In which the reader is horny asf, but her boyfriend Draco is too busy with his paperwork to oblige with sex…

Word count: 562

Anon asked: I’m not sure if you do smut or not or if you’ve heard of thigh riding but I was wondering if you could do a Draco thigh ride imagine? If not it’s completely fine I understand! Xx

Hello lovely anon! You made my day, I had so much fun writing this one (my soul is damned to hell, I am aware). Enjoy!

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“Draco?” you said, pushing open the door to his study, and pouting when you saw him hunched over your paperwork.

“I’m a little busy right now, Y/N.” he muttered distractedly, shuffling through some papers. “These reports have to be done by the end of the week.”

“Can’t you take an hour’s break?” you asked.

“No, baby.”

“But I need you Dray, my vibrator isn’t doing it for me. I want your cock.” you whined, making your way over to him.

He turned bit his lip as he cast his eyes over you, dressed in nothing but one of his old white shirts and panties, showcasing your legs and leaving your boobs to spill out over the top.

“As very tempting as the idea is, my darling, I’m too busy.” he sighed, turning back to his desk. “Maybe later.”

“But I’m horny Draco, you haven’t fucked me in a week.”

He spun around on his chair to face you again, studying every inch of your beauty. It only took a few seconds for the man to realise how badly you wanted him.

“Come here baby.” he said beckoning you over as he slid off his blazer and let it fall to the floor.

His shirt was tight, showing off his arms and his chest, and you couldn’t resist tuning your hands up it as you sat on his lap, hands traveling upwards until they were running through his hair, tugging slightly on the ends.

He slid his fingers into the waistband of your panties and gently pulled them off, revealing your wetness which was spilling onto his designer suit, and you involuntarily bucked your pussy against the soft material, accidentally letting out a quiet moan.

“Does that feel good baby?” he breathed, lips trailing your neck.

“So good.” you gasped, grinding yourself down on his thigh.

His hands found your hips as he kissed up your neck, guiding you to rub yourself on his leg, the friction of the material against your most sensitive parts making you moan in desperation.

“Draco, fuck.” you groaned as he ripped the shirt down the middle, revealing your erect buds.

“Come on baby. Grind yourself for me.” he murmured, his voice husky and full of lust.

You threw your head back in bliss, waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Dray, please touch me.” you panted desperately, bucking against his thigh.

He obliged almost immediately, one hand finding your clit and the other on your hip, guiding you along. His hand on your most sensitive part was beginning to make you see stars, and you groaned loudly.

“Tell me how good it feels, princess.” Draco growled.

“It feels like heaven.” you replied, your voice shaky. “You always make me feel so good.”

“Damn right.” he murmured, lips finding your neck as he kept rubbing you. “Come on doll, I feel you, come for me.”

You pressed yourself hard on his thigh, and suddenly shuddered, feeling your orgasm wash over you. Draco kept rubbing and you whimpered as you came down from your high, feeling oversensitive.

“Dray.” you whined softly and he pulled his hand away, pushing his fingers past your lips as you sucked on them.

“I made you come, seems only fair that you return the favour, love.” he smirked.

You grinned and slid off his thigh, sliding down until you were between his legs.

Falling in Love with Remus Lupin would include:

Sneaky glances at him from the Great Hall

Accidently daydreaming and end up staring at him for 5 minutes straight

When you snap back from your vison of snogging him, all the marauders and him are staring back at you intently

You blushing like a tomato

Remus blushing like a tomato        

Everyone else blushing bc hell, how awkward was that?                

Furious apologies from you

The Marauders all bantering about it

Trying hard in classes for him to perhaps acknowledge you

You noting down a book title that you see him reading often

Turns out it’s a muggle book that you haven’t heard of before

You buy it because the book looks quite interesting

You accidently becoming very entranced by this book and you read it everywhere you go

You forget that you found it from Remus

Remus approaching you because he saw you with the same book he’s reading

He looks so exited to talk to you about the book

Remus asks how you found out about the novel

You guiltily admitting that you’ve seen him read it often and the book looked interesting

Remus chuckles it off and just says “Next time, you can just come to me, I don’t mind lending you a couple of books.”

Many book lendings later

Remus and you sitting in the Gryffindor Common room, both on the sofa, snuggled up reading each other’s recommendations

You taking note of how his lips would silently mumble the words his eyes were reading, how his eyes were always so entranced in the story as his hair hung over his forehead but never really in his way

You noticing how every scar on his face just defines him, especially that one over the bridge of his nose, although the one over his eyebrow was interesting, almost as interesting as the eyes looking at you-

oh shit you were staring again.

Both of you apologising all over again

Remus being such a gentlemen with you

Remus sharing a surprisingly large collection of chocolate with you

Remus taking you out to Hogsmeade on “friendly” dates

Somehow you guys ended up holding hands

Somehow, behind an aisle in Honeydukes you share your first kiss

The most pure and gentle kiss

The most pure and genuine affection

The most pure and passionate love

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Flowers and Inks

Prompt: “I work at a flower shop and you’re a tattoo artist from across the street and you always come in here to practice drawing flowers and you’re really hot” AU by @aesocias.

Word Count: About 3,900.

Warning(s): Swearing, cheesy flower symbolism, all the fluff.

Author’s Note: Modern AU; Sirius Black x Reader. I’m just going to admit that this isn’t my best work and I’m sorry. But I hope you enjoy, nonetheless! Working on a Remus one next. :)


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Dating Draco Malfoy Would Include...

Originally posted by excusemefangirlhere

- meeting in third period charms and bonding over how stupid some of the other students were

- a lot of kisses on the forehead with a arm around your waist at all times

- forcing you to take his jacket

- im not kidding

- you two could be walking out of the library at 11 pm after studying for the potions exam the next morning and he’d come up behind you and just wrap his robes around your body

- ‘draco i already have my own’

- ‘oh shush i know your cold y/n’

- being a perfect gentleman around you

- but when he mouths off to potter and his friends you put him in his place

- not being a really big fan of how rude he is to the younger students


- yule ball was almost to most cutest thing in the world

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Imagine Severus realizing about your true feelings for him after Lockheart’s love potion doesn’t work on you

(Woooo back with a one shot :3 I just got super inspired by this imagine sent in xD So yea to more Snape :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Ever since Gilderoy Lockheart had been appointed as the new professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, it wasn’t only his pompous and confident attitude towards his work that was annoying to Severus Snape. It was his constant flirting towards you that made it worse.

Of all the girls, the one to catch his eye just had to be the same as his, you. Since that man has met you it seemed that his only goal in life was to succeed in getting you. He was clearly making all sorts of efforts in trying to get your attention from the beginning and wasn’t backing down by any means.

With you being yourself, Severus knew it wasn’t going to come to a stop any time soon either and that only pissed him off the more he thought about it. For one, you were kind, too kind, you didn’t like having problems with anyone so surely you wouldn’t just tell him to leave you alone. 

Secondly, you were very patient with people and of course, you were a much younger teacher and had only been working at the school for a year before Lockheart’s arrival, surely you didn’t want the ministry or anyone to learn you had an outburst because of him.

Worst of all, was seeing you actually laugh at him or getting somewhat flustered by his words, as of all the things he could do so early in the morning, he just had to sit there by your side in the dining hall and make you all sorts of comments and eyes.


It stung his heart to see you seem so happy with another man and he wanted nothing more than to walk up to the both of you and push you as furthest apart as he could, and of course keep you to himself.

Nonetheless, he kept his calm and as he finally walk up to the both of you, you smiled and greeted him while Lockheart didn’t even seem to notice.

“Oh, good morning Severus!”, you said still in a cheery tone, obviously having just done laughing. Looking over at him, pulling his chair to sit next to you, you added, “I was just about to leave for class, so looks like you’ll be keeping Professor Lockheart company!”, to which only added to him being even more pissed.

However, with you smiling so kindly and talking to him in such a soft tone, he couldn’t help but return a faint smile and nod, as he replied, “Lucky him…”.

You patted his shoulder playfully, realizing how sarcastic he is and simply got up on your feet. Slowly walking away from both of them, you looked over at Severus before parting away and cheerfully added, “See you at dinner!”

He simply acknowledged you with a nod, while Lockheart, thinking you were addressing him as well waved at you and blew you a kiss. “Don’t worry Professor L/N! I’ll be right here for you in a blink of an eye! Actually, i’ll pass by your class to visit you! Just wait up!”

You laughed mindlessly at that and rolled your eyes. As you got further and further, Severus finally felt like he could subtlety let out a complaint, mumbling, “Unprofessional…”

Although, it wasn’t his intention to be too subtle, Lockheart heard exactly what he said but preferred to feign ignorance. “I beg your pardon?”

Not wanting to say anything more to the man, Severus acted like he hadn’t heard anything and continued to serve himself his breakfast.

“Did you say I was unprofessional…Just because i’m in love with a woman at my work?”, Lockheart asked, slightly offended that he’d ignore him completely to which only made him boast and add confidently, “Well, Professor Snape, she happens to be interested in me as well!”

At the mention of you, Severus tensed up and stopped himself from spreading jam onto his toast. Certainly, those words couldn’t be true he thought but another part of him couldn’t help but show his annoyance to it, gripping onto the butterknife tightly.

Adding to his anger, Lockheart, brushed his own hair away and taunted, “Soon enough she’ll only have eyes for me…She just needs to realizes it…With a little help…”.

As he chuckled, Severus groaned under his breath in disgust and simply went back to preparing his meal. For the while, he didn’t think much of the other professor but something about the way he talked made him slightly anxious.


As the hour passed, Lockheart finished his own breakfast and finally got up deciding to leave the table, not saying a single word to the other professors around.

Too curious, Severus looked over at him and could just tell something was going on from the way he walked away. Finally thinking about it, he felt it was his right to use his legilimency, justifying to himself that he’s simply doing whatever he has to keep you from harms way.

He only had to stare at him for a moment and within seconds, he figured out his intentions. He was on the point of resolving to use a love potion to get your attention to which only angered him even more to realize what it was and couldn’t help but find how much of a coward Lockheart really is.

As quickly yet subtle as he could, Severus walked out to try to catch up to the other professor and stop him on his way. However, the other man seemed to be quite swift as as soon he caught sight of him, he had already made his way halfway closer to your class.

His heart was racing and his anxiety could only grow to see the other professor nearing your class more and more, especially as he pictured as to what could happen if he met you before he did.

Thinking about you being utterly infatuated and overwhelmed with love or lust over a man such as Lockheart, made him curl his fist and grit his teeth. There was no way he was going to let that man see you in that state of mind, he already had your smiles and kindness and that should’ve been enough for him by now.

As the bells rang, a sudden crowd of students started to leave their other classes and slowed him down on his way. However quickly enough, they started to scatter away seeing how in a hurry he seemed to be, yet just as for him they ended up letting the other professor slip away.

Soon enough Lockheart was by your door as your own students started to leave your classroom, he entered and greeted you once again. Too nervous and not knowing exactly what to do at that point, Severus simply stayed hidden by the door and looked at the both of you to try and assess the situation.


Seeing him enter your class so casually, just as he had promised, stunned you yet not so much in truth. Nonetheless, rather than showing your unamused attitude, you acted surprised and politely asked him, “Professor Lockheart? What are you doing here? What can I do for you?”.

He chuckled and smiled to look at you stand up from behind your desk and simply signal you to sit back down, to which you didn’t do anyways. “Oh nothing dear…I was just keeping my promise to you!”

You nodded along and faked a laugh as you looked at him and tried to subtlety lead him back out the class by slowly making your way around to get closer to him. It was already a pain in the ass to always catch him in the halls of school and keeping him company during meals you couldn’t fathom to see him during your breaks as well.

You didn’t hate him in particular for hatred or anything but it was more annoying and tiring to always listen to a man boasting about how famous and great of a wizard he is, even more when he can’t seem to shut up about how many admirers he had religiously following him. Sometimes you even wondered if he had any other thing else going on in his life, to which you quickly stopped as soon as he opened his mouth to talk about himself again

Trying your best to not seem too obvious, you smiled at him as you neared him and made your way towards him in hopes he’d start to back up and eventually out of your class.

Holding onto your notebook, you pretend to be coy and simply said, “Well that’s very nice of you, Professor…But I have another class coming in in about 10 minutes, surely you can’t stay around for that…”

“Why not?”, he asked and pretended to be pained from your words, yet starting to back away just as you hoped. However, he came to a sudden stop, making you stop as well as soon as he started to be near the door.

Knowing how simple he can be at times, you thought quickly and simply chuckled, saying, “Obviously, because you’ll be distracting me!”.

Just as you predicted, he laughed, obviously flattered from the comment and actually believing you. “Oh! Well of course! That is an obvious outcome!”

You tried your best to keep up with him and lead him out but he just wouldn’t budge, even ending up actually reaching to hold your arm as he laughed.

“Alright, fine! I’ll leave once they start pouring in…But for the while…I’d like you to try this…”

He reached to retrieve a rather pleasant looking flask and eagerly showed it to you with a gentle and kind smile. Instantly, you groaned in your mind and just control the urge to roll your eyes at him and push him out of your class.

He continued to ramble on, not even noticing your sighs, “It’s a new product for you to try out…It’s just a little token of my appreciation for you and to see how it fares with you…”

Taking in a deep breath, you faked your amazement and quickly acted disappointed as you pouted. “Oh…I’m really sorry but I really don’t have time to try it-“

Instantly, trying to hand you the flask he begged, “Y/N, please!”.

“Professor Lockheart, I can’t-“, you said while pushing his hand back over to to himself.

“Just a sip of it! To tell me how it tastes! I’ll leave you alone as soon as you tell me how it is! Promise!”, he said quickly cutting you off and stopping you from trying to push him away.

Knowing how he keeps his promises, you sighed and decided to get over with it quickly. You didn’t even cared what it was as long as he could leave you alone for a few minutes and reached to grab the flask away from him. “Fine! Give it!”

As you took out the bottle’s cap, you caught a sweet scent of it and were actually pleased. However, enjoying to be on your own for a moment, you didn’t bother to say anything and took a quick gulp out of it.


While you both talked, Severus had heard the whole conversation and he just couldn’t believe at how Lockheart was really going to go through with his plan.

At first he took noticed of you trying to lead him out and oddly it made him smirk to see you actually trying to get a pest like that away from you. Suddenly, he caught sight of the flask that you were shown and growled under his breath to see it, even more as he couldn’t seem to understand that you didn’t want it.

However, seeing you accepting and grabbing for the bottle so eagerly, had his heart racing more than ever, even more as he realize the precise effect of that love potion in particular. If it all went right and it was the one he knew it was, you’d be head over heels over Lockheart right away, simply because he’d be the first man you’d witness after it.

Too scared to see it happen, he didn’t even think it through and just at the right moment, while you closed your eyes, he pushed open the door wider and interrupted you both, ruining the other man’s plan.

Luckily, for him the two of you were close enough to the door for him to simply rush in and reach over to push away Lockheart. As quick as you drank, he fell to the ground, hitting his body completely and groaned in shock and pain.

Being quite quick on his feet though, he got up and tried to push him back to get him away to which only lead for the two of them growl and grunt at one another, leaving you wondering as to what’s going on whilst drinking.

As you swallowed the potion and were near done with your little sip, Severus made a quick move to reach for his wand and managed to Stupefy his rival just at the right moment.

Right as Lockheart’s body lied stiff, he straightened his back up and looked directly towards you. Petrified to realize what he was doing, he tried to back away and leave you but as your eyes met he just couldn’t seem to force himself to walk away from your line of sight.


You simply stared at him wide eyed, seeming as if you’re wondering as to what he was doing here and more precisely as to what had just happened. Strangely, the drink had seem to consume your mind and focus so much, you hadn’t register as to what happened.

Staring at Lockheart’s stiff body on the floor, you were utterly confused and even more as to why Severus was staring at you right back. Scratching your head, you nervously asked him, “Severus? What are you doing here? Why is he on the ground?”

Being more concerned that he might’ve just abused of such a petty method to get your attention, he needed to make sure you weren’t feeling overwhelmed in any way.

“How are you feeling?”, he asked in a worried tone and reluctantly backed away in case the potion kicks right in.

You stayed still a moment and simply shrugged at his question before looking at the bottle in hand. “Well normal…The drink was just really sweet and condensed…”

Slowly you started to recollect what had happened, mumbling, “I don’t know who he’s targeting but surely he needs to make it more into a drink than a syrup if he wants people to buy it for fun…”.

As you looked back at him, you asked him again truly confused as to why he was there “Still…What are you doing here?”.

Hearing you sound so casual while asking a rather natural question and of course you being yourself, Severus slowly started to realize what was happening. He stopped himself a few inches away from you, looking into your eyes as he felt his heart race and thought about the other common effect to those love potions.

Being too curious and somehow uncertain, he let his guard down and inched closer to you. As he avoided your gaze, he pleaded, “Y/N…Please just answer me…How do you feel?”.

Putting your hand over his, you simply smiled and answered honestly, feeling like you could finally be yourself around him. “I’m fine…I swear…Actually better that you’re here now…”

At that, you both stared at each other in silence for a while. Him slowly starting to truly realize what it all means for you to look at him and act the way you are and you wondering as to what has him so worried over you.

The only other reason that could explain as to why you seemed so carefree or actually worried over what had just happened, was simply because you were already in love with the first person you saw. The potion had simply no reason to be of used for its effects if the job was already done.

Before either of you could say anything, the bells rang and had you both exhaling in annoyance. 

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Contrasting Colours

Originally posted by imaginesofmostthings

Requested by anonymous:

“hi!! can you write an imagine about hermione? where the reader is a slytherin and she’s in love w hermione but hermione refuses to reciprocate her feelings because she’s a slytherin, but something happens to the reader which causes hermione to admit her love? thank u i love ur writing so much.”

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, reader gets injured, slytherin!reader, cocky!reader

Notes: this is a girl x girl fic, set in the 5th year but before Umbridge takes over and ruins everything :)) 

“Hey Malfoy what- hey would you quite eye fucking yourself in the mirror and listen to me?”

Draco let out a frustrated sigh as he reluctantly tore his eyes away from his reflection and turned to his friend as they walked side by side down the crowded hallways of Hogwarts. “What *yln*?” Draco drawled.

“What day is it today?”

“It’s Tuesday and if you didn’t spend every night working your way into every non-straight girls pants in our year you’d know that.” However, as Draco continued to rant to her about how she was a total wreck *yn* had tuned out almost instantly. 

“Brilliant.” *yn* muttered under her breath when she realised what Tuesday meant. 

“Brilliant? It’s most definitely not bloody brilliant, we still have four full days of torture before the weekend.” 

“It may not be brilliant for you, you git. But it is for me.” *yn* grinned as they turned a corner to make their way down a long spiralling staircase.

“And why is it brilliant for you exactly?” Draco huffed. 

“We have double potions.” *yn* smirked smugly. There were a few moments between the two and *yn* could practically hear the cogs in Draco’s head whirring as he tried to figure out why having double potions with the Gryffindors would be a good thing. Then it clicked.

“You’re not still fantasising about bloody Granger are you?” He groaned. 

“You say ‘fantasising’ like I don’t have a shot with her.” *yn* shot back hotly. 

“All I’m saying is that you’ve been her potions partner all year and the closest you’ve got to snogging her is that time you ‘accidentally’ glued your hand to her arse. Plus she’s totally wrapped around Potter’s finger, there’s no way she’d go for you.” Draco replied as the two neared the dungeon that Snape held his lessons.

“All part of my master plan Malfoy. Granger isn’t like the others, it was always going to take time to slither my way in. Pun intended.” *yn* replied.

“Good luck with that *yln*, that’s all I’m gonna say.” 

“Oh and Malfoy, I finished making my way through the non-straight girls months ago. Turns out when you’re well, me, even the heteros aren’t out of my reach.” *yn* spoke as he opened the dungeon door. “See you after class.” She continued before he could answer, shooting him a grin before stepping past him and into Snape’s classroom. 

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The Girl With The Books [Remus Lupin]

Title: The Girl With The Books
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Remus Lupin x reader, James Potter, Sirius Black, mentions of Lily Evans
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,407
Requested: By my good friend Clary (yes, she has the same first name as Clarissa Fairchild and I envy her every day)
Short Description: MARAUDER ERA! You have caught Remus’s eye, and the Marauders tease him when they notice Remus staring longingly after you: a girl who reads a lot. Later, Sirius and James walk over to you and tell you about Remus.

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Imagine defending Severus from the Marauders as they’d make fun of him for finally confessing his feelings for you

\(Wooo more Snape 😊He’s such a cutie! Sorry if the gift isn’t young!Snape exactly…I just wanted to put a gift of Alan Rickman instead…So hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

As Severus looked outside towards the park, his eyes could only seem to focus and linger on you sitting by the tree near the Black lake, studying and minding your books.

For once he didn’t mind being stopped while studying as soon enough he became mesmerized by the scenery before him.

Shifting in his seat to get a better look at you, he raised himself slightly and ended up smiling to notice the slight mess of books around you, thinking that it seemed you were just as pilled up as he was with finals.

Seeing you sitting there on your own, he could only wonder as to how nice it would be to study by your side. However, slowly his thoughts turned into wondering as to how it would feel be to finally go up to you and confessing his feelings for you.

Feelings, he had been harbouring for you for the past years as you both grew closer to one another. You were always so nice to him since he’s met you in school, helping him when he needs it most and making him feel like he was more than welcome by your side.

Caring, was the word he’d used to describe you most of the time in his mind and surely he believed no one could ever refute you from being like that.

He liked that you would go out of your way to partner up with him in most of your classes and make it seem so natural. Even when you’d joke about it, saying you’re only with him in potions because it gave you time to study for other classes or even get you the time to take a nap since he’s so good at it, you made him feel like he was a part of something.

He had imagined several ways to do so in the past but never really had the courage to act on them for fear you might reject him.

He knew the worse you could say to him was a simple “no”, knowing in his heart you wouldn’t ever purposely hurt him or even raise your tone at him. It wasn’t in your nature to hurt people for fun or anything and that he was thankful for. Nonetheless, he couldn’t help but think that you might unintentionally make fun of him for it.

As he sat back down and tried to focus on his own books, it didn’t took him long for his mind to run all over the idea of confessing to you again. He couldn’t help but imagine you the way he wanted things to go, you smiling and getting bashful from his words before nodding to be his.

It warmed his heart to think about it and made him realize that maybe it was finally the time to tell you the words he wanted you to know for so long. For a moment he forgot any of his worries and looked back at you, realizing he had just made up his mind.

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You Think I’m Cute?

IMAGINE: Draco thinks that (Y/N) is cute when she’s angry, especially when he’s the cause of it. 

[gif is not mine]

warnings: swear words

words: 692 

(Y/N) stormed up the common room where her group sat, as soon as she saw Draco’s head she threw the closest thing next to her, which was a pen. With her Quidditch accuracy she was able to hit him in the middle of his head.

“What the fuck?” Draco’s hand came to back of his head, then turned around. As he saw (Y/N), he scowled, “(Y/L/N), what the fuck?”

(Y/N) however was not deterred by Draco’s tone, instead marching over to him and poking him in the chest, with her chin jutting out she poked him again. “Stop stealing my fucking clothes! Specifically my ties!”

As soon as she said that, Draco grinned, he curled his tongue behind his teeth, “I have no idea what you’re saying darling.”

She pointed her finger at him again, “You! I know that it’s you! I got in trouble with Snape, I have never ever had a problem with Professor Snape before and because of you and your childish antics, I have detention this Friday!” Suddenly the realisation of having detention dawned on her, and her face grew pale, “I have detention! Me! Oh god,” (Y/N) placed a hand on her head and sat down on the couch.

(Y/N) sat down on the couch, her head held in her hands. Theo, Pansy and Blaise looked at each other, wondering what to do.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” Draco’s voice filled the void.

(Y/N) looked at Draco and scowled, “That’s all you have to say? I’m cute when I’m angry?” Again her voice grew angrier, and her scowl grew more prominent on her face. “Draco, this is serious! I’ve never had a detention in my life! Oh god, what happens if ruins my chances at being in the Dofan and East Firm?”

Draco looked at his girlfriend and sat down next to her, he gently rubbed her back, “I’m sorry. But don’t worry with your grades I’m sure that they won’t care that you got a detention.”

“But I care!” (Y/N) whined.

Knowing that (Y/N) would not stop, he racked his brain trying to figure out what would make her happy again.

“You could always change his hair colour,” Theo drawled out. Draco looked at his friend and scowled.

He then turned back to (Y/N) who had her eyebrow arched, “That might work.”

“(Y/N), no,” Draco pleaded.

(Y/N) pouted, “Fine.” She crossed her arms and leaned back into the couch.

Draco looked at her and rolled his eyes, knowing that she won’t talk to him until he caved in. “Fine, but it can’t be Weasley red or a neon colour!”

The Great Hall’s conversation promptly stopped as soon as Draco Malfoy walked in followed by Blaise and Theo laughing their heads off. The usual platinum haired aristocrat, was now a pink-haired aristocrat. Draco scowled as he heard whispers and saw fingers pointing towards him. As he got to his chair, he noticed that (Y/N) was in her usual spot and not at detention.

“I thought I had detention,” Draco asked. He looked up at the table and saw Snape sitting there, a small smirk on his face.

(Y/N) turned to Pansy, “Detention? When did I say I have detention? Pansy, did I say that I have detention?”

Pansy shook her head, “You’re (Y/N), you don’t get detention.”

(Y/N) turned back to Draco with a sly smile on her face. “YOU!” Draco pointed at his girlfriend.


“You were never in trouble with Snape! You made that up!” Draco spoke out loud.

“I never made anything up darling,” (Y/N) drawled out. “What did happen though was prove that you’re so in love with me that you would dye your hair pink, and you help me earn money.” She jingled the coin bag in her right hand.

Draco sat down, narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend. “Don’t do that, you’ll get wrinkles.” (Y/N) smoothed out her boyfriend’s face.

“You tricked me,” Draco whispered. He pouted for a while then looked back at his girlfriend, “My god, I love you.”

Tom Riddle x Reader

A/N: !!! For everyone who waiting on this very steamy Tom Riddle imagine, HERE IT IS, i’M SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER, I’VE LITERALLY BEEN SICK FOR LIKE A WEEK & WORK HAS BEEN CRAZY. I’m working on the two Theo Raeken imagines I got next and will be uploading it soon!!  @missrowle it’s literally taken me a month but i finally, finALLY POSTED IT 

PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4

Warning: Smuuuuut, this is probably the most smut I’ve written for a one shot tbh!!! please go easy on me ! 

Word Count: 1,502

You’re in my way.” A voice fell upon you from behind, the grin on your face simmered down into a smirk when you realized who it was. Your friends all stood in front of you in fear, eyes widening in a split second.

You turned around just as quickly, almost catching him off guard. The key word here being almost. You crossed your arms in front of you, leaning on one foot. A challenging look in both of your eyes, only his held more anger.

You nearly laughed, standing your ground in front of him. The tension that surrounded you was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. It felt like forever before anyone even attempted to speak. And no one did. You only moved aside, letting him pass.

But not before slipping a note into your robe, everyone too busy staring at your faces, your expressions, to notice anything but.

You cleared your throat before turning to your friends again, the smile back on your face as you continued to speak. None of your friends ever questioned you.

The two of you stumbled into the girl’s bathroom, too intertwined with each other to look around and make sure no one else was there. Even if there was, you two didn’t care. The thought of someone seeing you, the thought of getting caught gave you both a high you couldn’t and didn’t care to explain. Tom quickly wrapped your legs around his waist, still moving forward, the back of your knees hitting the cold sink, you moaned as he pressed his bulge into you. All that was running through your mind was him and how badly you had to have him. He seemed to have the same thought in his mind, his fingers quickly unbuttoning his pants with your help. Your kisses turned sloppy, taking a hold of him, giving him a soft squeeze, earning yourself a groan from Tom. 

You kissed him hard, biting his lip. He growled, widening your legs around him before taking his length and pushing your underwear aside, thrusting into you. He brought his lips to yours roughly, moaning as his tongue fought yours for dominance. Your fingers were in his hair, pulling at the strands. His thrusts were slow at first, wanting to get as deep in you as possible. But when you slid one of your hands down to his ass, pushing him forward, he grunted, picking up his pace and you moaned loudly, holding him closer. His lips slid down your jaw to your neck as his mouth left a hot trail on your skin. You felt him twitch inside you and knew he was close. 

The familiar coil was twisting in the pit of your stomach and you grabbed his shoulder, shutting your eyes tightly. You heard him moan in your ear. That alone was enough to push you over the edge and when you met Tom’s stare, his eyes bore into yours, his hair falling over his eyes, it took everything in you not to faint. He gripped your legs tighter, sliding into you a few more times before he slammed into you and you felt the familiar warmth filling you up. 

You were trying to catch your breath, coming down from the clouds when you noticed something on the sink. A symbol of a snake on the metal handle, realization hitting you and you edged yourself away from Tom, getting a closer look. 

“Tom-” You grinned at the boy who was buttoning his pants and running a hand through his messy hair. You didn’t say anything, only pointed to the sink, your excitement oozing out of you when you saw his face. “This is it.” You turned back to the sink, trying to find a button, some indicator on how to open it. 

“I think I know how to open it.” Tom said and you stepped back, standing beside him. You heard the hisses coming from him and knew he was speaking Parseltongue. You couldn’t control your excitement, watching the sink turn into some sort of underground tunnel. 

“Fuck, I am so turned on right now.” You whispered, looking at Tom. He had the same lustful look in his eye you were sure you had too. He grabbed your face, smashing his lips onto yours in a bruising manner. “Tom, Tom wait. Not here. Not here.” You breathed, laughing at how he was already unbuttoning your shirt. He stopped, looking at you questionably. You had a mischievous grin on your face, his eyes following yours down the black hole. He grabbed your waist, holding you against him and you both jumped in.

You heard Tom cast a spell, breaking your fall into the pile of bones more gently. You landed on top of Tom, straddling him as you looked around eagerly. You already felt how hard he was again but that could wait. Getting up quickly you looked around, holding your hand out for him to take as he got up. With your fingers weaved together the two of you all but ran into the main opening. 

You both stood there in awe of it. 

“It’s beautiful, Tom. Or should I say…” You turned into him, bringing your lips close to his ear. “…My Lord..” You placed a hot kiss under his ear, feeling him shudder. Your hand reached down to the bulge in his pants that somehow seemed even bigger than before. You smirked, kissing his neck, freeing him from the confides of his pants. You didn’t waste a second, getting on your knees in front of him. Not caring that the ground was wet and dirty, in fact that turned you on even more. Your lips kissed his tip, grabbing him at the base of his member, already working your magic with your mouth. You felt his hand at the back of your head, his hips pushing forward and you took him all in, feeling him hit the back of your throat. Your eyes met his and he looked like he was going to lose control at any moment. You only sucked harder, keeping him in and he groaned as you swallowed it all.

Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, you fixed his pants and he pulled you up to kiss him roughly. Grinning, you both eagerly walked ahead, once again admiring the statues. Something moved out of the corner of your eye and before you could completely turn you saw a giant snake slithering down the mouth of the center statue. 

You gasped, remembering not to look it directly in it’s eyes. You weren’t scared. No. You were intrigued, curious.

“Tell it, Tom. Tell it to do it. Today. Now.” You started, only to feel Tom squeeze your hand a little too hard. You winced, sending him a glare, then went back to looking at the wet ground.

And once again Tom was speaking to it, you tried watching him, doing your best not to look the basilisk in the eyes. The snake obediently slide away into one of the tunnels. 

The two of you watched it leave and Tom pulled you to him, your back colliding with his chest hard. 

“Don’t ever. Ever. Speak to me that way in front of him. Ever. Again.” His mouth was next to your ear, your arm across your chest as Tom held you to him. “Why are you so defiant?”

You smirked, grinding yourself slowly against him. “Why….what ever do you mean Tommy?” You replied to him sweetly, knowing he hated whenever you brought up his nickname you’d give him so many years before.

“Stop calling me that.” His grip on you tightening.

“Calling you what?” You enjoyed this game you two played a little too much.

“Tommy.” He seethed, one of his hands came up to grab your chin roughly, turning your head to look up at him.

“But I like it.” A smirked played on your lips, your eyes going from his to his lips.

“I don’t care, that’s not my name.” He started to get angry and flustered, something you were very good at doing to him.

“Are you sure?” You frowned at him in a teasing manner but he always took it so seriously.

“What do you mean am I sure?” Tom snapped, his hand squeezing your arm more than before.  “Of course I’m sure don’t be daft-”

“Okay Tommy, okay.” You sighed, letting your body rest against his.

“There are no words for how much you anger me.” He started up again but you just cut him off once more.

“And yet here I am, your best friend, your most trusted confidant, your fuc-” This time it was him who cut you off, his lips covered yours in a bruising manner before he abruptly moved away and let you go.

“Let’s go.”

For once you didn’t say a thing, only looked around the area at what you two had discovered and knew this was the beginning of your era.

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Request: “Could you please write something where the reader is best friends with the marauders, especially Remus and Sirius? And at a party after a won quidditch game they all get drunk and end up in a threesome.”

Pairing(s): Sirius Black x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Remus Lupin, James Potter x Lily Evans

Word Count: 3k


The pounding music had been ongoing throughout the entire night since the end of the Quidditch match, your dorm room door barely muffling the sounds of constant laughter, chatter, and overall rowdiness. Your friends had been prettying themselves up, hoping to at least make out with one of the boys or girls on the team, since everyone downstairs was too drunk to care who they had a little fun with.

“You coming (Y/n)?” Your roommate giggled after taking a shot of Firewhisky.

You huffed, rolling your eyes as you had stuffed up your lipstick for what had to be the third time. “In a sec. It was probably a bad idea to start drinking before I started my makeup, huh?”

Your friends laughed at your crooked grin, promising to meet you down there. You waved them off, knowing for certain that by the time you got down there, they would all be off getting laid.

After you finally finished your makeup, sprayed a little bit of your favourite perfume, and checked to see if your hair looked good, you filled your flask and headed out of your room. Standing up after having pre-drinks with the girls shook you into the reality that you had consumed a lot of alcohol, as the stairs wavered and you had to hold the wall as you descended into the Gryffindor common room.

“Hey! Look who finally decided to show up!” James exclaimed drunkenly as he spotted you, pushing past the crowd of girls that had grouped around him. Lily Evans was in the corner of the room, with her arms crossed and a shake of her head.

“Congratulations on the win, oh great Chaser.” You mockingly worshiped the boy who wore a wobbly smirk. He glanced over to the redhead who was not-so-subtly eyeing him, and chuckled as she blushed and looked away.

“Looks like I have a bit more chasing to do.” He said, nodding his head towards Lily. “Remus and Sirius are looking for you. They’re by the fireplace.” And with that he left you, staggering over to the now wide-eyed ginger.

The common room always looked so different after Quidditch matches, the boys having managed to add an extension charm to the place to enlarge it. The only bit of light that wasn’t artificial was the fireplace, which stayed the same, serving as a chilled-out section where the stoners hung out under a quieting charm. As you approached, you saw Remus sitting down and smoking a joint, and Sirius sitting on the arm of the chair with a glass in his hand.

“Good morning gorgeous!” Sirius smiled, his cheeks flushed from the Rum he was downing.

“It’s not morning yet Sirius. 2 more minutes left.” Remus noted, then turned to you. “My, you do look ravishing.”

Oh, you thought, so it’s going to be that type of night tonight.

“Stop it, stop it.” You hid your face. “…Okay, go on.”

“Delicious.” Sirius cooed.

“Sexy.” Remus added.

“Arousing.” Sirius tested with a cocked brow towards Remus.

“Fuckable.” Remus retorted.

“Is that even a word?” You questioned with a furrowed brow, sighing as Sirius pulled you towards him, running his hands over your sides.

“I’m fairly certain. I’ll have to check the dictionary when I get the chance-“

“You’re such a nerd Remus.” Sirius interjected.

“Hey,” you frowned, “I think nerds are quite fuckable, don’t you?”

“I never said they weren’t.” He winked at Remus, then pushed himself up to stand. “Alright, who wants to go dance?”

Remus blinked a couple times, his cheeks heating as a rogue smile creeped onto his face. Both you and Sirius had made quite the game out of teasing the consistently flustered boy, and to be quite honest, it endeared him like nothing else.

“Y-yeah let’s go.” He said, taking the hand you offered him.

The three of you clumsily made your way over to the tent flaps nailed to the wall, Sirius pushing them to the side to reveal an energetic dancefloor lit by flickering fluoro lights. Remus almost stumbled as you turned to him, his reddened eyes blinking a couple times as he took your face in his hands.

“You’re glowing.” He said, mesmerised. Sirius chuckled as he looked, cocking his brow at the way your red lips lit up under the black light.

“That’s just brilliant.” He said. Then a new song started, and he perked up. “Shall we have this dance, darling?” he purred, mockingly bowing at the waist and extending a hand. You giggled, taking it, Remus following close behind and keeping a hand around your other wrist as Sirius manoeuvred through the crowd to find a good spot.

You finally settled as Sirius stopped, turning around to the both of you when he found an area in the middle of the crowd. You began swaying your hips, then ultimately deciding that you weren’t drunk enough to really dance, so you took out your flask and began gulping down the burning liquid. Sirius bit his lip as he watched the amber liquid spill down your chin, coming forward after you were done to lick the wetness from you. He groaned, gripping your hips, then smashed his lips into yours. He snatched the flask from you while you were distracted, resulting in a scoff from you. Remus took this opportunity to begin dancing behind you, wrapping an arm around your neck as his height allowed him to do so. His hands then slipped down, tracing your curves as your bodies moved in sync. He leant down, beginning to suck on your neck as he grinded into your ass, his little whimpers only just audible over the loud music.

Sirius returned, pressing his front to you now as he attacked the other side of your neck, leaving it in glowing kiss marks as your lipstick had come off onto his lips. The loud music thumped through your body, adding to the stimulation you were currently receiving. Then Sirius turned his head, capturing Remus’ chin with his finger and thumb and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to his lips. Their tongues had their own dance, their breathing laboured as they kissed. Then Remus faced you, turning your head to the side so that he could make out with your glowing lips. His hold on you loosened as he moaned into your mouth, Sirius’ hands working to squeeze at your ass, and simultaneously at Remus’ bulge. The tall boy behind you made beautiful sounds as he bucked his hips into the touch, biting at your lip harshly to try to control his growls. Sirius pushed his face into the midst, initiating a three-way kiss where teeth clattered and tongues circled. You were sure your panties were soaked through by now, with your two best friends thrusting themselves into you from both sides. Eventually you had to pull apart to take heaving breaths.

“I’m going to cum in my pants if we keep up like this.” Remus mumbled, scraping his teeth over the pulse in your neck.

“I’d love to see that.” Sirius tittered, reaching round to squeeze Remus’ ass. He reacted by jolting his erection back into your behind.

“Remus is right.” You uttered, beginning to palm Sirius’ growing tent. “Take me to your room.”

Fuck.” Remus whispered. “Sirius?”

Sirius grinned, still swaying a bit as he relished the way you both looked; desperate and stirred. “I’d love to see you both cum in my bed.” He hummed, taking both your hands and leading you out of the crowd. Remus kept a hand at your ass, kneading your cheeks as you walked. Some of your peers turned and watched the three of you leave towards the male dorm rooms with glowing lipstick stains covering your faces, and although it was still a hot topic of gossip, everyone already knew about the type of relationship you three had.

Once you reached the room, Remus pounced, pinning you to the wall as he pressed needy kisses down your neck and towards your breasts. Sirius shook his head, turning on the light to find the both of you stained in red from the lipstick. He took a glance in the mirror, arching his brow as he cleaned himself up with a tissue, pleased to see his two friends going at it in the reflection.

“Come on Sirius.” Remus breathed, palming your breasts. “Don’t you want to join?”

“Mr. Narcissist would rather fawn over himself.” You replied, unzipping Remus’ pants. “But you can have me to yourself Moony. Would you like that?” He whimpered, nodding as you stroked his length through his boxer shorts.

“Oh no. That’s not happening.” Sirius announced, standing from his position. He stripped himself, both of you watching wide-eyed until his cock was finally released, springing against his stomach. He made a come-hither motion with two fingers, sinking back onto his bed. Remus scooped you up, carrying you over and dropping you onto the mattress. You squeaked, landing on something hard. You reached under your back, retrieving a bone.

“Seriously?” You threw the bone to the other side of the room, Sirius’ eyes following it there.

“Yes, okay, my bad.” He threw his hands up innocently, shrugging. Then he laughed to himself, “Looks like one chew toy is replaced by another.”

You rolled your eyes, patting the bed. “So… are you going to undress me, or do I have to do it myself?”

“Lazy girl.” Sirius chimed.

“Oh Merlin, yes please.” Remus piped, his hands immediately grabbing at your clothing. Sirius worked on your top while Remus pulled off your pants and underwear, both leaving lingering kisses and grazing touches wherever they went. When they were done, Remus licked a thick stripe over your slit, causing you to shudder. Then Sirius pulled you into his lap, the both of you turning to your still clothed friend.

“Moony.” Sirius uttered, licking his lips. “Your turn.”

Remus gulped, awkwardly fumbling with his top. The scars on his face turned stark white against his blushing face, and you couldn’t handle torturing your dear sweet wolf boy. You stood, silkily walking over to him. Sirius started stroking his dick as you began to kiss Remus softly. First on his nose, your lips dragging over the scar there. Then his lips, leaving a peck on his slightly agape mouth. He was a tall and lanky boy, with toned arms and a healthy weight, but he always seemed to be ashamed that he could never amount to Sirius’ level of “physical appeal”, as he put it. Sirius had rippling abs, the muscles in his arms protruding as he played with himself. But you made an effort to show Remus that he had beautiful prominent veins, and that all of his scars turned you on more than anything. So you kissed each part of him, each scar and bruise, helping him take off his clothes until he was bare and you were kneeling before him. Then you showed affection to his most prominent vein of all; the one that ran along the underside of his dick.

Sirius adored the way you gently handled Remus, because he thought it balanced out how rough he was with him. And watching you on your knees, taking Remus’ length with a ready mouth, and Remus’ head falling back to almost howl out your name; it was a sight so beautiful he wished he could capture it. But it was also a sight that drove him insane, and soon he was curling his toes, only lightly running a thumb over his leaking, swollen tip because he knew if he did any more he would be cumming right there and then. Then Remus grabbed a fistful of your hair, thrusting his cock into your mouth, and Sirius had to stop altogether because your choking sounds were too much to handle. He let out a string of curse words, jumping up and pushing Remus to the wall, restraining his hands above his head. Your mouth popped as his dick left your mouth.

“Dammit, why are you both so fucking hot.” Sirius, grumbled, biting hard on the edge of Remus’ jaw. Sirius turned to you, a demanding strength in his tone. “Get on the bed, babygirl.”

You did as you were told, Sirius following you, pulling Remus along by his throbbing cock. You loved the way they looked right now, their faces filled with pink and their hair tousled crazily. You also admired that they weren’t afraid to touch each other, they didn’t limit their affections just to you in order to maintain a “straight” reputation, as you had heard numerous other people’s threesome experiences being limited to.

“Now.” He purred. “Moony, my beautiful boy,” he paused to press a kiss to the sore spot on his jaw, “get underneath our sweetheart and fuck her silly.”

Remus didn’t need to be told twice, he climbed onto the bed, pulling you on top of him. Without hesitation, he pushed his long cock into you, his thighs trembling as he cursed at how amazing you felt. His arms had wrapped around you tightly, moaning into your mouth as he pressed up into you, his body shuddering to finally be joined with yours. Remus then hummed in confusion as he felt his arms being plucked from around you, and your body being lifted from his. His cock stayed buried inside of your hole, except now Sirius was propping you up, sitting behind you with his legs now over Remus’. His hands gripped your waist, helping you bounce on his best friend’s cock.

“Let him see those beautiful tits bounce, babe.” He said, biting on your shoulder. You moaned, loving the added delight of Sirius’ hands all over you while Remus’ dick twitched inside of you. Sirius then moved, rolling over to stalk Remus, moving down to lick the white stripes that littered his torso. “Gorgeous. Handsome.” He noted, giving a new compliment with each lick and suck. He reached his mouth, licking into it with a pleased sigh. After all the action, Remus finally came with a loud cry, his fingernails digging into both Sirius’ face and your shaking thighs.

“Holy-“ Remus said, out of breath. “I love you both so much.”

“Aw, baby.” You cooed.

“We love you too.” Sirius smiled. The two of you leant over, giving him a sweet kiss on each cheek. When you pulled back, there was a calculating smirk on Remus’ face. Your core jolted with excitement.

“You’re so great to me… I think it’s time to return the favour.” He sat up, pulling you easily to the side. He sat you up against the plush pillows, quickly going over to his own bed and grabbing extra ones. He bundled them under your head and back. “Comfy, darling?” You nodded, biting your lip. Remus then got on all fours, pulling your hips towards his hot mouth. His heavy breath against your wetness caused a tingling, but before he divulged into your eager pussy he turned his head, looking to his friend. “Sirius, fuck me hard, alright?”

Sirius gave a toothy grin, winking, “Don’t I always?”

And with that, Remus began ravenously eating you out, using his long fingers to fuck you while doing so. Your fingers laced through his mousy hair, pulling at the strands as his teeth nibbled at your sensitive bundle. The view was also a great asset, Sirius’ sweaty chest rising and falling rapidly as he pushed himself into Remus. The boy subsequently moaned loudly into your clit, stimulating it more to the point where you were writhing in your spot. It was a mess, with Remus desperately trying to keep you still with his strong arms, while he himself was struggling to keep it together with Sirius pounding into him. The breaking point seemed to hit you at the same time Sirius gave a taught slap to Remus’ ass, his cumming aligning almost exactly with yours. Both your orgasms rang out loudly in the room, tangled with rapidly uttered confessions of love and appreciation for each other.

Sirius placed a kiss on Remus’ scarred back before pulling out, collapsing beside you on the single bed. Remus haphazardly squeezed in on your other side, trying not to fall off. You giggled, pulling him into you and wrapping your legs around him, while Sirius spooned you from behind. A naked, sweaty mess of entangled limbs and fatigued lovers, and you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

With an adorable yawn, Remus asked, “How’d I do?”

“Amazing.” You said.

“Phenomenal.” Sirius rasped.

“The best yet.”

“You were entirely fuckable.” Sirius added.

Remus smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead while stroking Sirius’ cheek. His movements then paused as the door to their dorm room opened, a staggering James walking in with his arm around Lily.

“Shit guys.” James slurred, covering Lily’s eyes with his hand. He then muttered an “oh” and covered his own eyes, slowly backing out of the room. The three of you burst into laughter as soon as the door closed. You’d all awake the next morning to find numerous bite and kiss marks all over your bodies.

"Proper Fancied"

Request: Can i request a remus x reader where its after a full moon and she’s helping him to his dorm with the marauders but her dorm is first so shes about to go in but they all hear the other girls making fun of her (kind of like look at me I’m sandra dee) and they let it slip that she has a crush on remus? Thanks I love your log btw ❤️

Pairing: Young Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Crude language, sort of angst? Manly loving, lots of worrying, not much fluff ngl and a bit of a sadistic reader (you’ll see)

Word Count: 2399

I tried to make it cute but I did do this on separate days so it sort of turned? I honestly had no idea what happened since I tried to make it very light-hearted and Marauder-y! But please do enjoy this whirlpool of a shitstorm~ Don’t be afraid to give me your opinions either xx.

It’s the worst one you’d seen yet.

James had rushed into your dormitory not long back – they always seemed to somehow get past the magical slide - and had promptly dragged you out of the room without any explanation despite your frantic complaints of his sudden actions.

You were just about to clamber into your bed, the rest of the gals were Merlin knows where (they never really invited you with them that much, but you didn’t particularly care, you had four brilliant friends that meant the world to you), meaning you were still in some oversized shirt that probably belonged to Peter or one of the boys and some ridiculous looking pumpkin patterned shorts. Not the greatest of looks you had to admit.

“-James! What-what’s going on?” you hastily questioned as you nearly tripped over a step, his long legs striding further than yours could ever reach. His hair was in an horrendously disheveled state that you’d never seen since he had attempted to comb his curls back in your 3rd year. “Moony, he-” James choked out and your heart leaped as you realized that-

Oh my Merlin, he’s crying? What’s happen to Remus?

With the resolve of the determined Gryffindor you were, you halted, grasping a moving James by his broad-woahwhendidhegetthisbroad- shoulders and gently shook him. “James, calm down love. Breathe, tell me what’s happened before you drag me to my death?” You gave him a comforting smile, still keeping the wit in your voice, the last thing you want is an even more panicked James. He never worked well when he was crying; it always ended up with blurred vision, tripping, walking into walls and intensive hiccupping that resembled the squeak of polishing trophies that Filch made us do every week.

James shoved his glasses up on his head and wiped his face dry, “Its Moony- he,” sniffle “-it’s the worst its ever been, he’s proper banged up, we’ve messed up,” he looked up, his guilty eyes puffy and red, “Y/N, I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

You completely forgot, it was the full moon that night. The boys never let you join in their animagi antics and to be frank you didn’t want to see someone you admired so much in unbearable pain. You knew Remus didn’t like you seeing him when his furry problem came about, he didn’t want you to worry nor see him in such a weakened state. Your feelings towards the sandy haired boy didn’t even waver when he first admitted it you, it even grew; you just felt so flattered and grateful that Remus trusted you enough to tell you.

If only I could do the same for him, feelings are ridiculous, I have decided.

You both hastily arrived at the hospital wing in record time and you had promptly burst into a sobbing puddle as you saw your Remus-abravestrongwonderfulboy- just laid there limp and so fragilebrokenscarred. Remus’s head rested on the pillow, a horrendous jagged scar slashed over his nose, barely skimming across his skin, the mark an enflamed red.

You collapsed onto the stools next to Peter, holding onto the shaking boy for dear life, his arms pulling you into the comforting embrace you certainly needed. Bless this boy, he definitely knew how to make you feel better.

And that’s where you stayed the whole night, hunched over a stool, one hand holding Sirius’s and the other tenderly grasping Remus’s. You all had to leave early morning however to escape the wrath of Madame Pomfrey if she ever found out we snuck in to see her most fragile patient. The four of you, minus Remus who still hadn’t woken up, dragged yourselves up to the Gryffindor Common room still half asleep with James mumbling something about hippogriffs taking McGonagall hostage and a giggling comment at your pumpkin shorts.  You had successfully snuck back into your dorm, the boys making sure to walk you there like they always did, then proceeded to shuffle to their own shared room. Slipping into your bed was no problem, your roommates were deep asleep and hopefully too smashed from last night to notice you weren’t in your bed.

You all did the exact same that night too, tiptoeing down to the hospital wing in the middle of the cold September air just to huddle by Remus’s side. You never pressed the boys to what had happened, you were curious but you didn’t want to know what danger they accidently placed themselves in.

Staring down at Remus’s face, the wound no longer looked sore or reddened but it looked much more calmed yet tender. This was definitely going to leave a particularly nasty scar. You were slumped on Remus’s right side, your head nestled in the crook of your arm, the hand mindlessly stroking Remus’s hair whilst the other drawing circles on the sheet. You couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried, instead your absent mind whirled with thought preoccupied with the boy laid unconscious before you. The Madame said he had awoken earlier but his body needed the sleep so he kept drifting off asleep every so often.

The boys were all deep within their dreams, their slight snoring somehow calming you slightly. Your eyes heavily shut, stained from them being open for so long when clearing of a throat snapped you awake. Glancing down, your eyes met the tired, but familiar hazel azure that was Remus’s.

“Hi.” You softly greeted, trying hard not to choke up and cry in front of the boy. Remus gave you a tired smile despite how painful it must be to move his face, Hi Y/N.” His voice held a sore rasp to it but it sounded wonderful saying your name.

“How you feeling Moony?” You whispered, your voice shaking and you were well aware that the hand that was stroking his hair was now trembling ever so slightly. “Just a bit peachy.” Remus let out a little chuckle and you couldn’t help but snort amusement, “You look like you dueled Grindelwald and you’re ‘just peachy’, you absolute numpty.” you shook your head lightly in mock exasperation as Remus shook his light-heartedly.

“Well I you must know, I definitely feel better with you here.” Your hand faltered their strokes in his sandy locks and Remus suddenly cleared his throat, “-you all here, I mean. I appreciate it.” He quickly clarified as he glanced at the other boys slumped around him, his eyes filled with fondness and love that nothing in the world could ever compare.

You didn’t know what words to say to him after that so you left it, leaving the room in a comfortable silence with only the soft breaths and snores of the boys to fill the room. Ever so gently, they lulled your mind to peace and your eyelids shut with you fast asleep.

The next morning consisted of waking up to Peter crying over Remus, Sirius launching into an apologetic speech and James prodding your cheek rather uncomfortably, simply finding childish enjoyment of watching them squish together as drool unattractively dripped out of your mouth. You weren’t very happy to say the least.

When the lads all had their little sob sesh with a very overwhelmed Remus, it was our job to help support him up to the dorm room before the students filtered down for breakfast. All the way in Gryffindor Tower. The opposite side of the castle.

What followed was a lot of cursing; “merlin’sleftballsac-

A lot of fake reassurance; “I got this! I got this, yep I defi-igotthis-!”

A lot of complaints; “Why do you weigh so much! You’ve been snacking on the pork pies again haven’t you Remus.”

“Y/N why are you just standing there and not helping?”

“…I’m the visual motivation that keeps you going..?”

Slowly, but surely, you managed to support him through the portrait hole and up the dormitory stairs. However the boys were determined to see you to your dorm first as James calls it “A tradition for our lovely Y/N to show that we Marauders can too, be gentlemen!”

You all heaved yourselves up the girl’s stairs and made a few confusing twists and turns to your specific dorm room, Peter unlinking his arm from yours and dramatically bowing down to you as you let out a snort of delight. You thanked the boys generously and hastily, and you opened your door but paused when your name was called. Turning around you were met with the boys looking almost insulted. You raised a confused eyebrow, “What?”.

 “Didn’t think you’d actually go without a marauder hug!” James wiggled his eyebrows and a wide smile split open on your face, their hugs always were the cure to your low moods. You dived into his open arms as he rocked from side to side, his curled hair stuffing itself into your face. Peter was already hugging you dearly by the time James let go and you couldn’t help but laugh when Sirius lifted you away from him in his loving arms.

“Merlin Y/N! You’ve been snacking on them pork pies as well haven’t you!” Sirius joked as he put you down and you grumpily hit his arm, ignoring his string of apologies. He knew you loved him really. You turned to the last hug.

Remus stood by himself, no longer supported by the Quidditch fanatics, his arms wide and a knowing smile on his face. His hands motioned you to come close and you gently slid into his hug, careful not to hurt any of his wounds. The hug was warm and secure and you knew that your feeling for Remus were no longer a silly crush that you had dubbed in your mind. You’d never think of Sirius or Peter or James in the same way you viewed Remus, you felt selfish and guilty though, hiding your feeling in the form of being “just best mates”.

Suddenly, you heard a very mocking laugh which broke you and Remus from your hug. You turned to the sound to realize it was only your roommates and it came from the slightly ajar door you left open. You gave the boys an apologetic look, but before you could actually apologies, another voice you recognized as Denise echoed throughout the hallway.

“Y/N’s probably fucking one of them now and I’ll bet you two galleons that it’s Black.” Her claim was followed by a fit of giggling and followed by stunned silence from us. None of us made a sound, too shocked by what just had occurred.

“Nonononono! I saw her rushing out with Potter the other night and she hasn’t even slept here for the past couple days. My money’s on Potter.” The high scratchy pitch that had replied was Tracey, the sound of rustling and rummaging could be heard followed by a triumphant “Aha!”. The girls let out “oooohs” and snickers as you heard Mellissa mockingly clear her throat.

“Ladiiesss and gentlemen! May I present the atrocious wardrobe that is Y/N L/N.” She sang and your throat closed up, you knew you never had the best of clothing choices and you couldn’t believe they were rummaging through your stuff!

“Look at me~ I galivant like I’m a marauder, and I act as if I’m the next best thing since water~” She crooned, giggling as she presumably ridiculed me across the room. Denise let out a loud laugh, wheezing so bad she resembled a dying whale, she interrupted Mellissa’s singing with a wave of her hands.

“That’s Remus’s shirt and all! She’s definitely screwing Lupin, only someone like him would pity her.” She cackled and you felt fury blaze in your blood but before you could storm in there to show her a piece of your mind, Tracey’s words impacted you the most.

“Well she did say she proper fancied Remus.”

Embarrassment, humiliation and most of all, shame shot through your body as tears brimmed your eyes. You could see Peter look uncertainly between the door, Remus and you but you didn’t want to see the sandy haired boy’s reaction. You didn’t want to see his disgusted expression. You strutted forwards, your thoughts whirling with numerous plans of revenge.

“Excuse me gentlemen, I have three cunts to dispose of.” Rage ignited within you and you ignored Sirius’s warning before you stormed into the room, magically locking the door behind you. A string of furious hexes left your mouth and chaos ensued the room a few seconds later.

It was rather satisfying, letting your feelings out.

You sat on your bed rather giddily, surrounded by some of your favorite treats from the numerous times you snuck out to Hogsmeade, a couple fashion magazines and a nice warm mug of Butterbeer you got one of the house elves to fetch you.

You were in the middle of reading why Jobberknoll feathers wouldn’t complement your skin tone when you heard an owl pecking at your window. You gave the bird an exasperated look from across the room but shifted all your stuff to the side before making your way to the window located on the opposite side of the room.

You passed Denise who was intensely looking at you in fear, her usually golden hair half singed off, now a horrid neon yellow and a feather magically tickling her feet, however she was helpless; Frozen by the full body-bind curse you had sent her way, leaving her needing to squirm and laugh, yet unable to do so.

You let out a delighted hum as you stepped over a ‘‘Petrificus Totalus’’ed Tracey who was sporting a rather unattractive green hue with purple boils, and made your way over to the window. Unlatching it you saw that the owl had a note attached to its leg, you gave the cute thing a little treat and you had noticed its eye was looking confusingly behind you. You turned around and snorted, understanding its immense confusion.

“Don’t worry love, you’re not seeing things, she’s human.” You reassured the brown beauty, referring to Mellissa who strung up- upside down and was covered in feathers from head to toe and had antlers sprouting out of her forehead- she too placed in a full body-binding spell. You shut the window and trotted back to your bed, sliding under the warm covers and unfolded the dainty note.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I ‘proper fancied’ you too. xx”

Imagine Snape trying to teach you Occlumency but soon enough getting distracted by your dirty thoughts over him (smut)

(Finally a one shot!! :3 Wooo Snape 😏 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

When it came to your feelings for your older colleague, Severus Snape, it was a huge secret you harboured and kept to yourself for the longest time. He wasn’t one to seem too keen on speaking to you other than for work or if he really needed to but spending so much time with him, made you fall for him in the oddest way possible.

He wasn’t bad on the eyes at all the more you stared at him closely, his height, his dark hair and even darker gaze, only seemed to enhance your fantasies over what he could to you once in bed.

It was all about his dominance, a man like him couldn’t possibly be anything but that, you had thought more than often. Each time he’d look at you or speak to you it sent shivers down your spine and made your heart ache to want him so badly.

However unsure on how to approach him properly and of course with the impending rise of the dark lord, it was even harder to find time to truly put your efforts towards him and you simply figured it was best to keep your feelings to yourself for the meanwhile.


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The Green During Christmas Doesn’t Traditionally Mean Jealousy

IMAGINE: Draco suffers from jealousy as he watches (Y/N) flirt with Fred Weasley. 

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warnings: swearing

word count: 1.0 k+

Christmas time was usually a festive occasion; the fresh snow falling, the carols, the presents. Everyone was happy at Hogwarts, except for one person. Draco sat at the table, his left hand clenching the silver fork as he watched as HIS best friend joke with the Weasley twins.

“If you hold that fork any tighter you might become one with that,” Blaise joked. Usually it was amusing to watch Draco in a fit of jealousy. It was like a five year old having a temper tantrum because he couldn’t have the toy he wanted. Then again he knew that if he didn’t calm his friend down everyone would be in the way of his bad temper.

Draco growled under his breath, the only attention he gave to Blaise. “You do know that she doesn’t like them right?” 

Draco turned to his friend at that and then looked back to (Y/N) who was now touching one of their arms. SHE WAS BLOODY CARESSING IT. “It looks like she likes them plenty.” Draco mumbled.

Blaise waved his hand, “Pfft, you know that she only wants to know their Quidditch strategy.”

“And how is caressing their bloody biceps a part of that?” 

Blaise rolled his eyes and gave Draco a ‘duh’ look, “She’s seducing them. Making them think that she wants them.” A loud laugh broke out in the distance then was followed by a ‘Fred, you’re so funny.’ Blaise winced and watched as Draco’s knuckles became whiter with each passing second. “She’s only doing it for you.”

“What?” He looked at Blaise, then back at (Y/N) again.

Blaise sighed in minimal relief, “Last Quidditch match, you almost had everyone’s bloody head because they played like a bunch of Hufflepuff’s.”

“Because they did,” Draco said. “I don’t get how that means that (Y/N) has to touch a Weasley.”

Blaise sighed heavily, honestly it was like talking to a five year old. “Look, she’s only doing this so you have advantage over them next match. If (Y/N) succeeds and she will we would have their play of the match, we would know their tricks, we would win.”

Slowly Draco let go of the fork, but still holding it. He could feel how warm his hand was and how much it hurt now he let go of it. He then looked back up to (Y/N) who was now being led by one of the Weasley twins out of the Great Hall. As he watched the feeble Weasley hold (Y/N)’s arm he didn’t realise that he was now clenching the fork tighter and tighter, and didn’t notice his glass breaking, the sparks flying around him, nor the look on Blaise’s face.

(Y/N) walked down the steps to her common room with a hop and a smile on her face. She held a piece of paper in her hand and spoke the password. “Honey, I’m home!” She greeted to the common room, knowing that Draco and Blaise would have stayed up waiting for her. True to her intuitions she smiled as she saw the familiar platinum hair.

Draco didn’t bother turning around, nor bothered to greet her. He folded his arms over his chest and frowned, allowing silence between them.

“Draco is mad that you touched and allowed a Weasley to touch you,” Blaise explained as (Y/N) drew nearer, a curious look on her face.

Her facial expression allowed Blaise to know that he understood. (Y/N) passed the piece of paper to Draco, when he didn’t take it she passed it on his lap. “It’s their play-by-play for their next match, as well as secrets to the team.”

Blaise peeked at the paper, his eyes grew wide as he took in the information. “How the fuck did you get this? Did you slip them Veritaserum?”

(Y/N) grinned at her friend, “No. I’m not a moron, giving them that would have me expelled. It’s a distant cousin of the potion, I modified it.” She shrugged, “It’s simple. Slip it in their drink or food and they would babble whatever you want them to babble and they would have no recollection of it, nor would other people.”

“Jesus,” Blaise breathed out. “With this information we would surely win. Do you mind if I take this?” Blaise pinched the piece of paper when (Y/N) nodded, “I’ll be right back. Have to show it to the team.”

(Y/N) turned her attention to Draco who was still in the same position as he was when she entered. “Are you seriously still pissed at me?” She moved forward leaning into him. 

Draco closed his eyes and sighed, “(Y/N), you touched him. He touched you.” 


“He’s not allowed to touch you,” Draco explained. “Only I am.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. Now straddling him, Draco leaned forward, “I’ll fucking kill him if he touches you again.” 

(Y/N) grinned and tapped his nose with her finger, “Temper, temper Draco. Watch it.” She leaned forward and gave him a small kiss, “And he didn’t touch me. It was a glamour, my love.” 

Draco leaned back, “What?”

(Y/N) nodded and shrugged, “Yep. I like it when you’re jealous.”

“You played games with me?” Draco grounded out. He placed his arms behind her body and pulled her closer.

 She pouted and gave him a small grin, “Should I not have?” She curled her tongue behind her teeth, and smiled at him widely. 

“I’ll teach you what happens when you play games with me,” Draco moved forward and clashed their lips together.

“I showed the team about what you did and they were pissed that I woke them up but once I showed them what- FUCKING HELL GUYS! CAN YOU NOT DO THAT IN THE COMMON ROOM? THERE ARE CHILDREN!” Blaise yelled as he watched his two best friends now half-naked in the common room. They turned their heads and looked at him, giving him a sheepish smile. “My eyes, my fucking god. I have to go to therapy. I’m going to end up as batty as Trelawney because of this,” Blaise shook his head and covered his eyes as he tried to navigate around the common room. “If you’re going to do it here can you not be loud? And clean everything afterwards? And make sure that Snape doesn’t catch you! He’s still pissed about finding you both in the Quidditch shed!”