harry-ron

I’m not even a slytherin but this made me laugh for half an hour

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i’m the sixth in our family to go to hogwarts. you could say i got a lot to live up to. bill and charlie have already left – bill was head boy and charlie was captain of quidditch. now percy’s a prefect. fred and george mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if i do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first.

“We’re going to recapture my creatures before they get hurt. They’re currently in alien terrain, surrounded by millions of the most vicious creatures on the planet… Humans.”

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this fucked me up more than it should have

Creaky Floors ((Draco x Reader))

summary: Y/N’s studying Charms at the library, but the only thing Draco seems to be studying is her. 

requested: yeah, here. thank you so much :)

pairing: draco x reader

prompts: 

52.

a/n: okay so I’m really sorry if this took a really long time for me to write, Tumblr forgot to notify me that you requested :( i hope you aren’t offended or anything xx

The library wasn’t your favorite place to be, but then again failing Charms wasn’t your favorite thing to do, so that’s exactly where you were spending your Friday night. There didn’t seem to be too many people joining in on your plans, so you had pretty free range of the tables, which you can’t say that you minded. You get distracted too easily to have any kind of background noises to compete with. 

The first few books you had to find were easy, but the last one was a different story. The title of the book had worn off the spine, so you’d spent half an hour looking in the same spot when really it was in the spot you looked first, and you were so frustrated by that that you didn’t even want to give the book the satisfaction of reading it. You add it to the bottom of your pile, picking up one of the ones that were easier to find and flipping to the pages recommended in your notes.

You’re about halfway through when you hear the floor creak from across the room, so you glance over, meeting eyes with a rather flustered looking Draco. His eyebrows raise briefly, before he flips his book shut, pretending to search the shelves for another one. It wouldn’t have been so weird, if he hadn’t done it so quickly. He could’ve been humming for all the subtlety he was showing, and you can feel your cheeks flush at the confrontation of it. You wondered if you had a dumb facial expression on, and felt your cheeks grow even darker.

“Do you know where to find this last one?” you glance up, meeting eyes with calm grey ones. Draco slides one of his hands through his hair, setting the misplaced pieces back in order. You glance at the paper he was gesturing to only to be met with same worn off spined book you’d spent half an hour searching for. 

“Oh, that one absolutely sucks. I think I took the last copy, but you can take mine because I’m kind of mad at it to be honest.”

He smiles, gazing at the book you were holding out hesitantly. “We can share it, if you’d like.” he suggests. “I’ll even read it for you so you don’t have to look at it any longer.”

You feel your eyebrows arch. Kind wasn’t the word you’d use to describe Draco Malfoy. But hey, wasn’t there a saying about not looking a gift horse in the mouth? “Alright. You can have my notes so far then, so we can do the last bit together.”

He smiles again. “Sounds good.” He’d already done those notes. He’d already done the entire notes packet, actually, including the part with the worn off spined book, but that’s not something you needed to know. “Page 381, you said?”

did anyone catch my pun and not stop reading immediately

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Dear Journal,

Today we had defence against the dark arts. It usually is my favorite subject but today the professor said we were talking about werewolves. I instantly sat straight and looked around. I felt like everyone knew. Sirius layed his hand on my thigh and i looked at him. He had a comforting smile on his lips and he mouthed me something.

“You’re okay. It’s okay.”

He was trying to calm me down but i was so nervous. I took a deep breath and tried to stop my leg from shaking.

“Everyone open their book to page 394 please.” The professor said.

I open my book with shaky hands and tried to listen. I was thinking about the full moon coming up in two days. I was looking around, trying to figure if anyone knew.

“Mr.Lupin?” Someone asked. It was the professor.

“I’m sorry what was the question?” I managed to say.

“Are werewolves able to recognize people they know when they are in their werewolf form?” The professor asked, a little annoyed.

“N-No.. No they don’t..” i said, feeling sick.

“Good.” And the professor continued talking.

I felt like my troath was tightening. I just wanted to disapear. I put my hand on Sirius’ and he looked at me.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

“No.. I want to get out of here..”

“I’ll ask the professor if we can leave okay?”

“Don’t.. They’re gonna know if you say i’m sick..”

“Trust me.. Professor? I feel really sick can Remus take me to the bathroom?” Sirius said, his hand in the air, trying to look sick.

“Heum.. sure Mr. Black. Ask your house mates for the homework boys.”

When we were out of the room, I sat on the floor and started sobbing. Sirius dropped on his knees and took me in his arms.

“It’s okay baby.. No one noticed.. you’re okay..” he said.

“I’m s-sorry..” i mumbled.

“Don’t be love.. it’s okay.. i hate seeing you like this..” He said, stroking his thumb on my cheek.

“Thank you f-for getting me out of there..”

“I’m an amazing actor right? Come on let’s go to the dorm okay?” He said, helping me stand up.

We layed down in bed and Sirius brushed his fingers in my hair. He let me wear is big sweater so I could be all comfy.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked.

“Yes.. You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“Stop you’re making me blush!” He giggled.

“I love you Pads.”

“I love you Moons.”

-Remus
February 27th 1976

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Stephanie “Steph” Lew - Harry Potter theme.
01. Harry Potter: Year 1.
02. Harry Potter with the Sorting Hat.
03. Harry Potter with Headwig the Owl.
04. Hermoine Granger.
05. Hermoine Granger with Crookshanks the cat.
06. Ron Weasley with Scabbers the Rat and his broken wand.
07. Luna Lovegood in her famous lion hat.
08. Buckbeak (a Hippogriff), Harry Potter, Hermoine Granger, & Ron Weasley.
09. Hagrid & (baby) Harry Potter.

Promising Futures ((Cedric x Reader)

summary: cedric is ridiculously romantic and y/n is ridiculously surprised. 

warnings: SPOILER warning for The Goblet of Fire, slight swearing

request:  Could I request something that’s not a prompt? :) cuz I would loveeee to read a Cedric x reader where he proposes to her during the tournament. :9 and then there’s a nice lil AU where he lives and they get married!

pairing: cedric x reader

a/n: i’m sorry post layouts are such a mess right now i’m kind of experimenting at the moment, so if you see any that you like or that bothers you let me know

also i had to go back to the book and read the specific pages for this one so i felt very professional

but i love cedric so much and i’m honestly very glad you requested this so thank you. 


“ “We’ll take it at the same time. It’s still a Hogwarts victory. We’ll tie for it.”

Cedric stared at Harry. He unfolded his arms. 

“You– you sure?”

“Yeah,” said Harry. “Yeah… we’ve helped each other out, haven’t we? We both got here. Let’s just take it together.”

For a moment, Cedric looked as though he couldn’t believe ears; then his face split into a grin

He grabbed Harry’s arm below the shoulder and helped Harry limp toward the plinth where the cup stood. When they had reached it, they both held a hand over one of the cup’s gleaming handles.”

“On three, right?” said Harry. “One–two–three–”

- J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg. 634


“My God– Diggory!” it whispered. “Dumbledore–he’s dead!”

Those words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around them…and then others shouted it–screeched it–into the night-”He’s dead!” “He’s dead!” “Cedric Diggory! Dead!”

- J.K Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, pg.671

You feel all of the air force its way out of your lungs, and before you know what you’re doing, you feel your legs push your way across the terrain and through the crowd, not even apologizing to the people you bump into along the way- though they certainly bother to scold you for it. You just had to see it. You had to see Cedric… 

Sitting up? You freeze when you see him, and feel your mouth drop open at your clearly perfectly okay boyfriend. He’s gazing around from his spot on the ground, a rather frantic look on his face, completely ignoring the various hands reaching out to him. 

You’re not completely sure how or when you got from where you were to where he is, but you throw your arms around him, pressing your face into his very real and very alive shoulder. You don’t even remember when you started crying, but you feel his arms pull you closer, holding onto you with the same desperation that could be found in your actions. 

“Oh god! Oh god Cedric, they were saying that you were dead.” you tell him, running a hand through his matted hair. “Why would they do that? Why would they ever do that?”

“I was.I thought I was. I think he missed.Or maybe he wasn’t powerful enough, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter.” he wipes your tears away, pulling you back to him. “I’m so so glad I’m holding you right now.”

You don’t know what he’s talking about, but frankly you don’t care at the moment, so you just nod in agreement. “Me too. I love you. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

You can feel his smile, and then his mouth brushed against your ear. “Marry me.”

You freeze. “What?”

Marry me.” he repeats again, his voice just above a whisper.

You pull back so that you can look into his eyes. “Are you serious?”

“I faced bloody Voldemort. And all I could see was your face. And your hand. I couldn’t believe that I was stupid enough to die without placing a ring on that finger. So, Y/N Y/L/N, yes I’m serious. Marry me. Marry me.” he shifts you out of his lap so that he can get onto one knee, and the voices around you– everything around you- stops, as the crowd stops trying to get to you. You can’t help but glance at Cedric’s parents, who stop dead in their tracks, their mouths open. “Don’t look there. Look here.” he urges, grabbing your wrist to get your attention. “I haven’t exactly asked you yet. Kind of just commanded, actually. So, Y/N Y/N, will you marry me?” He searches your eyes, seeming to loose a bit of confidence as his voice cracks in his next word. “Please?” 

“Cedric… You’re in shock. You don’t mean it. I mean, you can’t mean it. We’re… You’re… You almost just died and now you have some condition that I can’t currently remember the name of, but really you don’t mean it, and you’re going to regret it the moment this wears off, and-”

“I don’t have some condition, Y/N.” he looks at your solemnly, though there’s a hint of laughter in his eyes. “I mean it. I swear I mean it, and nothing that I ever feel could make me regret asking you this. Because I love you. Everything other than love is just silly, Y/N, and I don’t care about it anymore. All I care about it you. I want to be with you forever. The only thing almost dying has done is given me the confidence to ask you something I’ve wanted to for a long time. So will you please marry me, Y/N? Or at least reject me before my parents have an aneurysm?”

“Oh. Oh wow. Of course I’m not going to say no to that. Who could possibly say no to that?” There’s a moment of silence before you realize that you haven’t actually said “yes” yet. “Yes.” you breathe out. And then he’s up and twirling you around, and the crowd is cheering. Then, glancing around, you remember what was going on. “I think maybe you have some explaining to do.”

 that summer –

“Do you, Cedric Diggory, take Y/N Y/L/N, to be your lawfully wedded wife,to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and promise your love to her forevermore?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the smile on his face. His eye meet yours, and you can feel the warmth from them inside your heart as he squeezes your hand. “I do.”

“And do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Cedric Diggory, to be your lawfully wedded husband,to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and promise your love to him forevermore?”

You almost giggle at the anticipation in his eyes, wondering if he actually expected that you’d say no. “I do.” 

He grins, surging forward to kiss you before anything else can be said, though no one makes a move to stop you as his lips touch yours. You peck his lips lightly, pulling away quickly, flushing at the idea of kissing him in front of an entire crowd. 

“Mrs. Diggory.” he murmurs, winking at you, before focusing his attention back to the crowd. 

i feel like the book excerpts were a little confusing, so i’m sorry, i just didn’t know how else to convey time well, i guess? my transitioning sucks lol.

but…….. i hope you liked it because it was really fun to write, and i think this has been the longest one i’ve written so far so there’s that

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Hermione Granger x Reader #15

Prompt: Hermione and you are reading together when Harry and Ron tease and hint about your mutual feelings for eachother.

Originally posted by roonalwizlib

“Hey Herm,” the chair beside you was scraped back as one of your friends plopped down beside you. You didn’t bother looking up but Hermione paused.

“Hey [Y/n].” You sighed, looking up to see Harry pulling the chair next to Hermione and grinning deviously as he sat down.

You shared a confused look with Hermione.

“Uh… hey guys.” She answered looking between the two boys.

“What are you doing?” Ron snatched the book you had been previously reading and inspected it.

“Well before we were so rudely interrupted, we were enjoying ourselves.” You replied, snatching the book back and placing it between Hermione and you.

“Is that so?” Harry raised a brow.

“Yes.” You responded.

“It it a love book?” Ron asked, looking over Hermione and you and smiling at Harry.

“Uh… no. I don’t like romance books.” Hermione muttered, flipping the book open in search of the page you had left off on.

You hummed in agreement. “Neither do I.”

Harry chuckled under his breath and Ron just burst out laughing.

What is so funny? You wondered.

“What?” Hermione frowned her brows pinching together in discomfort.

“Maybe you should take a page or two out of the romance books!” Ron wheezed.

You blushed and looked down, hoping Hermione hadn’t seen that.

Hermione on her part looked away from you, biting her lip and daring Harry to add anything else.

“Well… we’ll leave you two to enjoy each other-”

“Ron.” You said, warningly, glaring at him.

“-I mean… you guys enjoy your book. See you later.” He stood up abruptly, Harry following and Hermione and you watched them, twin glares on your faces.

“What was that about?” You shook your head in annoyance.

“I’m not sure,” Hermione responded, brows furrowed but a light glow on her cheeks.

“Anyways….”


“You two are nerds.” A voice rumbled above you.

You looked up, rolling your eyes.

“Thank you for noticing, Ronald.” Hermione glared.

“You really do deserve each other, honestly.” Harry said, high-fiving Ron, and running away.

You cleared your throat, your eyes glowering daggers at the back of their retreating heads and awkwardly met Hermione’s eyes. You gave her an embarrassed smile, and she bit her lip, looking down and shielding her face with her hair.

You smiled at the cute quirk and went back to reading.


Hermione and you had moved out of the library and had been discussing the book you had just finished in the common room when she broke eye contact with you and glanced behind you for several seconds. She sat still, her lips parted into an ‘O’ shape, stunned. She clenched her eyes shut and shook her head, going pink.

Confused, you looked behind you.

There was no one there. You turned back to Hermione, raising a brow.

“Uh, you okay Herm-” Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you, but you quickly replaced it with a cold scowl.

Ron and Harry were wound up in each other’s arms behind Hermione’s seat, their heads merely centimeters away as they puckered their lips and made kissing noises.

You made a sound at the back of your throat as you reddened, hoping Hermione hadn’t seen that.

Sadly, unfortunately for you, she swiveled around and gasped, a hand flying to her mouth.

“Ronald!” You screeched, hand going to grab the wand on the desk.

“Harry!” Hermione screamed, getting out of her seat and rushing to catch him.

The boys laughed maniacally as they ran out of your reach around the common room.

Just as your fingertips grabbed the collar of Harry’s shirt him and Ron apparated out of the room.

Hermione and you looked at each other, both flushed, and chests heaving. They were so going to die.


For the past few hours Hermione and you had been speaking in low volumes, drinking hot chocolate and sitting in front of the fireplace. It was late now and everyone had retired to their respective rooms but you and her stayed up, ranting and sharing information and just talking about random things.

You had begun the afternoon reading with your favourite witch but as soon as evening rolled around and you switched activities, so did your train of thought.

You hadn’t been listening to what she was saying. Not really. But she was speaking enthusiastically and you watched her fondly, your face in your hand, a goofy from in your lips as you propped up your elbow on the armrest.

You studied her features, drinking in every possible thing you could. Any quirk or twist of her lip and glint in her eye. Somehow you always ended up observing her lips though.

Puffy, pretty, pink lips. The ones that looked so soft and warm.

You knit your brows, noticing that said lips had stopped moving. You scanned Hermione’s face and took in the tiny smile, borderline smirk, at the edge of her lips and the eyes warm eyes twinkling with something akin to amusement. The expression which was directed to you.

You both stayed still for a couple of seconds, just sitting at the edge of your seats, knees touching and idiotic smiles gracing your faces.

You were both so absorbed in absorbing eachother that you didn’t notice the two people sneaking behind each of you.

Harry raised his hand slightly, catching Ron’s attention over your head.

Ron nodded, letting him know he was paying attention and then Harry lifted up 3 fingers, mouthing until he got to 1. At the same time Ron grabbed ahold of the back of Hermione’s head and Harry seized yours, smashing your heads together.

Your crashed into each other, foreheads bumping painfully and warm lips meeting. You both groaned against each other lips and flinched, instinctively pulling away and turning scarlet.

“Finally!” Harry and Ron cheered, both grinning like Cheshire cats.

You looked at Hermione with wide eyes. Hermione pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wide.

“Hermione, I am so, so-”

Hermione pressed a finger to your lips, silencing you.

She peered back to where Ron and Harry were- both climbing up the stairs to the dormitories ridiculously slowly, and threw her a thumbs up- then turned back to you.

She smiled shyly at you giggling at your starstruck expression and removed her finger. She leaned in and paused just seconds before she reached your lips.

She looked into your eyes, silently asking you a question.

Is this okay?

You sat frozen in shock but slowly nodded and pressed your lips the rest of the way against hers. Your eyes fluttered close as she sat herself onto your lap, her hands tangling gently into your hair while yours wrapped around her waist.

This was more than okay.


A//n: Dedicated to the @Anon who requested this💙