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Because Of Snape// Fred Weasley smut

Warnings: Smut and swearing

Word Count: 2200+

Pairing: Fred X Reader

Requested: By 2 anons and @my-unique-mind

Originally posted by imaginesandmoreforfandom


Hate colors the soul with the finest of paints. It flows throughout the entire system, shutting down all other feelings, and becoming the focus of the life and the intent of a person. You turn your attention to other matters. For a time you’re driven in other directions, but then the wave of ill thoughts return with a retaliation. He was so annoying, loud, and irrelevant, yet, he made himself seem so important. Once again the soul is colored completely, and all the negative energy that one can muster is thrown into the imagined ill will racing wildly around the mind.

Snape liked Slytherin students more than any other house. But when he began to take a liking to a well behaved Ravenclaw student, it was a surprise. Fred Weasley was sure to make fun of you for it. Always teasing you about how you were in Snape’s good graces and how you slept with your teachers to get to the top. Fred made you so angry, you felt more hatred for him than you felt for Draco Malfoy. Fred thought of making you angry as an art, a subject he always got O’s on. So when you had potions class together at second period, he was sure to make it hell.

Snape left his room for less than a minute and Fred was already starting trouble with you. He was a table ahead and undoubtedly he turned around and started to cause a fuss. Instead of saying some vulgar remarks, he drops a mandragora root into your potion. With a splash, your bright blue potion turned dark purple. You looked up to the two snickering boys.

You wanted to cry. This was a hard potion; it was all going right until he came and messed it up. You glared at Fred madly as George looked at him with a warning stare. George knew better than to mess with a girl that was possibly smarter than Granger herself.

“HOW DARE YOU?” You yelled at him causing half the class to look at you and the other half to chuckle. They already had gotten used to the bickering. “You think this is funny?” you snap. He glares at you with hate in his dull eyes.

“You are an extremely stupid girl. Aren’t you? I’m guessing your mother had it in with Snape?”

Every time he opened his mouth you got angrier. You had to restart the potion before Snape got back or you would lose you status with him. You could not afford to lose a relationship with a guarded teacher that you worked five years to build. You worked harder and faster and managed to catch up to the class. Of course, the Weasel kept talking. “That’s not the right way, you’re supposed to put this before this.” You swallowed your retort and kept going.

“You brain-dead cockroach, I’d like to see you get a grade the way I get an O in this class.” Weasley stood silent, getting an O from Snape was unheard of. You looked at his potion and laughed wildly. “Also, your potion is supposed to be a blue color, not dark brown.” As if Snape read your mind he walked into class declaring that he would check everyone’s potions. Fred frantically looked at his potion and threw stuff in. Snape walked to you first.

“Great Y/L/N, I see you have a talent for making potions!” He walked away quietly turning back into his usual dull attitude. He walked over towards Fred’s cauldron and scolded. He took a little wooden spoon and dumped it into the brown sludge. He brought the spoon back to his nose and smelled it. He dropped it back into the cauldron, a frown took over his features. “Perhaps you could take a few pointers from Ms. Y/L/N,” he moved along. You laughed along with the Slytherin folks who were ready to see any and all Gryffindor’s fail. Weasley, however, was not happy.

After a long boring lecture in class, Snape called you and Fred to his desk where he sat down coolly. While the class got their bags and left, you had to stand inches from Fred. Snape gave you an apologetic look and then glanced at Fred.

“I do feel I have to say my apologies to Ms. Y/L/N,“ He spoke looking at Fred. "But you have been decided to help Mr. Weasley study for potions.” You rubbed your temples and sighed.

“Of course Professor Snape, I guess I could find Weasley some time.” You turned towards Fred, giving a warm Ravenclaw smile. Fred narrowed his eyes at you and replied with a cold thank you.

“Thirty points from Gryffindor! You’re lucky she’s helping you study, you might as well fail now, if not.”

Fred shrugged and walked out of potions class with a huff. You followed close behind him, waiting for him to give you a time to come by and study. Although you hated Fred, you could see how much this was killing him more than you.

“Meet me in front of the Gryffindor common room after classes.” He said sharply. You nodded and walked towards your third class.

As always you went to your next class. That night you wanted to hang out with you friends, but because of Fred, you couldn’t. If Fred improved, all the teachers would hear about it and be highly impressed. You always had to think of your reputation even though you hated most classes, teachers, and kids.

You reached the Gryffindor common room and waited by the painting for Fred to come by. Fred showed up in his sweaty Gryffindor quidditch uniform and made you cover your ears so you wouldn’t hear the passcode. As you walked in, he pulled you up the stairs silently to the rooms.

As a boy, he didn’t attract girls. He was skinny and his cheek bones just gave him a somewhat skeletal look. However, he had muscles from quidditch training and his sense of humor was probably the only reason a girl would like him. But when you looked at him all sweaty, you couldn’t deny the urge to think to yourself he was… well, hot.  There was softness in the eyes and gentleness in his smile, but this was hidden deep in your subconscious.

He opened the door and let you walk into his room. You weren’t expecting it to be so tidy, but as expected he had a poster of quidditch teams and some trinkets on the shelves. You walked over to his bed and sat down. You flipped through his last test. You chuckled, Snape didn’t give him much credit, he was quite smart.

“If you’re going to sit there and laugh get out now!” Fred said while looking at you from across the room. You looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“If you sat down and let me tell you what you’re doing wrong maybe I could—”

“I don’t need your help!” He looked at you wildly, walking over to his bed and pushing his book off your lap.

“If you don’t improve, it looks bad on me! I’m staying.” He looked at you from the edge of the bed and scoffed. He couldn’t believe he actually let you even walk through the common room door.

“You’re a know it all bitch, that wants to act all superior to me! Not going to happen.” You glanced at him madly and got up from his bed to leave. You looked at him rashly and smacked him in the chest, he stumbled backward and stared at you with disbelief.

“At least I’m not a trouble making idiot that doesn’t know the difference between wolfsbane and monkshood. I hope your mother is proud of your grades,” You turned to his door and was ready to open it, but you felt a sturdy grip on your wrist and a force turning you around and pulling you into Fred’s chest. He leaned down quickly and caught your lips in a needy kiss. In a second you kissed back, you didn’t know how much you needed him until he had you. He pushed you into the wall and held you there.

He was going to slow, teasing you on purpose. He didn’t want you to get bored, slip away from him. As if under a spell, his gaze was drawn to your lips, parted and full, and the sound of you shallow breathing made him fill up with a fierce longing for you. You kissed him harder, pulling away for a second. He smirked and chuckled darkly.

“You have no power over me,” you hissed. In slow motion, he bent toward you; closing his eyes to caress your mouth with his own.

“You sure about that?” A weak gasp escaped you as his hands slipped up your thighs. The taste of Fred’s soft lips was far more than you bargained for. He let out a raspy groan and with a fierce hold, he cupped the back of your neck and shoved your face into his, gently, possessive in his touch. Your fingers twined in his hair.

Beyond your comprehension,  both your bodies melded into each other with an answering groan, and he was shocked when your mouth rivaled his with equal demand. Desire licked through him setting flames afire. You’ve gripped his arms as ran your nails along his arm.

“You look great when you’re mouth is shut and you’re kissing me,” he whispered. He dropped his hold and exhaled, gouging shaky fingers through disheveled hair.  In a catch of your breath, he took your mouth by force. A faint moan escaped your lips and all resistance fled. It burned away by the heat of his touch and the warmth of his lips.  He was ravenous against the smooth curve of your throat, the soft flesh of your ear. And then in a frantic beat of your heart, he shoved you away. “Get on the bed now.”

You walked over to the bed and sat down willingly. He moved his body over yours, hovering inches above yours. He ground his hips into yours. You moaned out, bucking your hips and begging for more.

“Fred,” You breathed. He pulled off your robe and pulled your hair away from your face. You sat up and reached for your shirt, throwing it off your body. He did the same, you both unbuttoned your undershirts. He pulled down your skirt as you unbuckled his pant belt.  He pushed you back onto the bed. He kissed you breathlessly and pulled down your panties.

He pushed his lips onto yours again. You laid back down and pulled his body down with you. His hands were warm as they traced down your body and towards your heat. He had shoved two fingers into your core. You arched your back as he fingers moved back and forth. You moaned out his name, bucking against him. He curled his fingers inside you, smirking when you screamed.

His hand covered your mouth

“Do you love being my little slut?” He asked tentatively.  Your breaths came out in pants. “Do you want to sit on my face?” he purred. He moved off of you and laid down next to you. He held your waist as you lowered yourself onto him, hissing when his tongue hit your soft skin. He sucked harshly at the sensitive bud of nerves. You knotted your fingers into his soft hair, pulling at it every time he made you climb higher. Without warning he shoved his tongue inside you, groaning when you pulled at his hair to control yourself. You rode his tongue, swiveling your hips to gain the most from the pleasure.

“Fred,” you said weakly. He cocked his head, climbing over you and positioning his member at you. “I’m not done, Y/N. What kind gentleman would I be if I didn’t finish off properly?”

He thrusted into you.

You tossed your head back and whimpered, not expecting him to feel this large inside of you. At first, it was a little uncomfortable, but Fred was patient and gentle, kissing your shoulders softly and slowly pushing inside of you until you were ready.

He then began to thrust and quicken his pace. Once he knew you were comfortable, he pushed his full length inside of you. You moaned Fred’s name, encouraging him. There was a sudden urgency in the room—a rising passion. His hands were gripping your waist tightly, holding you in place. His breath was hot on your neck, and his deep moans ringed in my ear.

Heat flashed down your spine, and pleasure pumped through your veins. Fred groaned as you tightened around him, sending him over the edge as well. He released and then collapsed on the cheap mattress beside you. You rolled around to face him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing almost as heavily as you. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and you snuggled up close to him while trying to catch your breath. Fred wrapped his large arms around you and kissed my forehead.

“Should we study the potions now?” His head perked up.

“Of course, darling.”

snape was mean to neville, but he did not traumatize him.

trauma looks like neville’s reaction to the crucio curse. trauma looks like neville’s voice reaching impossible octaves as he struggles to form coherent sentences. trauma looks like molly weasley sobbing against a corner, unable to think of anything to defeat a boggart.

trauma does not look like neville laughing as he turns snape into his grandmother.

and of course, though i shouldn’t have to put this disclaimer, this doesn’t excuse his actions. i’m simply saying he was not as impacting as the fandom likes to paint him.

Engraved

No but, the Marauders were little shits, so they were probably the little shits that carved messages into tables.
  But imagine, that one day, Harry finds his Dad’s name engraved on the Gryffindor table, alongside the words “is a fucking prat.”

He smiles and recognises that only one person would have done that, and finds beside the first message, a second that reads “Sirius, send me an owl once pride month is over. I know how you and Moony love that -sarcastically, Prongs.”

And he finds more.

In potions he notices the familiar names on Hermionie’s desk and sneaks glances whilst Snape isn’t looking. Inevitably, he fails at stifling a laugh when he reads a particular comment on his professor’s greasy hair, and how he most likely bathes in the deep friers in McDonald’s. (“What’s a McDonald’s?” Padfoot asks)
  “Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Potter,” Snape barks.

He becomes obsessed with the engravings that just make his day. He tells his own Marauders about the messages, and the genius that she is, Hermionie manages to find a charm that dates each message accordingly.

As Harry begins to find messages from their senior years, the name Lily Evans pops up more and more, occasionally joining in.
  Harry notices the unique ways they wrote. James wrote as Harry did, Sirius wrote in cursive - you could almost feel the sarcasm. Remus wrote in scribbles, tall and thin. Peter, when he chimed in, wrote small and lightly, whilst Lily’s had loops and a delicate touch, yet strong and bold in other places.

In his fourth year, he finds an engraving dated from midway through his parents sixth year. James had began writing it, a simple “J.P + L.E” with a few stars around it.
  However, it progressed into two neat columns of names, one male,the other female.
  They were baby names, Harry thought. His Dad must have been daydreaming about his future wife again.

In the female column, there were names such as Ren, Lilith, Camellia and Dahlia. Flower inspired? Cute.
  But when he looked in the male name column, amongst other names like Sorrel, Ren yet again (must swing both ways, Harry joked) he found his own. Plain and simple.

Around his name was a delicate circle, with a comment which could only have been in his Mum’s handwriting.
  “I like it”
Just like his name, Lily’s comment was plain and simple.

He smiled.

Finally, as he sat by the fireside in the common room, Ron dozing off in an arm chair, Hermionie writing out their notes yet again, (“You really should take your own notes, boys! I can’t be in two places at once anymore.”)
He noticed an engraving on the harth, next to the glowing embers.

This one was dated as a student’s final day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
  Yet, something was different.

By instinct, he tapped his wand gently on the engraving, which simply read, “We’ll visit. We’ll come back home.” and the common room filled with a chorus of voices. He heard Sirius, his voice breaking slightly as he sang a final chorus of “Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts,”.

He heard the soft hum of his old DADA professor, Lupin join his Godfather.

He heard a mousey voice squeak in the background, a deeper voice, a raspy hum.

Then he heard it. It was unmistakably his parents. Before he had only heard them, petrified, nearing death in his nightmares.
  But now, they were happy.

As Hermionie began to absent-mindedly hum along, and Ron dreamily tapped his foot. As Dean and Seamus sang along, as Fred and George danced around. As Pravati, Lavender, Ginny, Katie, Alicia, even the Fat Lady outside began to join the chorus of voices, Harry smiled.

Though he’d never remembered being close to his family, with James and Lily singing in his ear, and with Remus and Sirius belting out the lyrics in the background, Harry grinned.

Their voices were joyful, and so was he.

Draco x reader - griffindor

Despite differences between you and draco, you actually liked him. Sure he was a brat and bothered you often for not having the same status as him. And yeah you didn’t go along with him all the time, and he really pissed you off.

But as you grew older you couldn’t help to notes that the smirk he tried to pull off infront of harry and his friend would falter and his eyes wouls always look tired. Draco on the other hand couldn’t care less about you, you where a disgrace to all purebloods. Your family where purebloods and when he who name should not be spoken came back, they wanished. Leaving you behind with a crazy old woman, who only not hated you, but also hated the house you where selected in. Griffindor, one of the few places you felt home, but where you actally you could be yourself. Sure, you had few friends, but those you had you held dear. “What are you thinking about?” Nevile asked as Snape teached. you where currently in DADA, and you had been dozing off for about five minutes. “Not much, just family stuff” nevile was one of your few friends and you really couldn’t see your life without him. He cared for you and understood you like no others. “Y/N, I can see it something else” he said and gave you a cheeky smile. “Pe–rr perhaps a slytherin?” He whispered and looked in the front row where Draco malfoy where sitting. You blushed and kicked his foot. “Not so loud if you don’t want a snake to bite your tongue off” you smiled and laughed a little. When you looked back snape was no where to see and you turned yourself to nevile who was stirring at something rather somone behinde you. “Y/n Y/L/N Somthing important you want to say to the class?” “Yeah, Y/L/N” malfoy said with a smirk as he glared down at you. Snape only looked at draco. Snape raced a brow ans waited for you to answer. You didn’t. “Thought so” he said and started to teach again after some where finished laughing. No one could truly understand how you felt in that moment. All you wanted to do was to cry, scream and kill something. So many emotions where twirling around you like a pest and you juat wanted your mum back. As soon as the class where over you runned to the bathrooms to cry in a stall. Draco had ruins your day. Later.,.. “Hello, y/n” a voice said from behind the stall door. “Y/n, I’m sorry. Bloody hell you’re crying” The voice said. “Go away” “I’m not leaving you. I’m really sorry” As you opened the door you soon saw the blond hair. You gasped. “Draco?” You whispered stunned by the fact that it was him you where talking with. “Yeah, I’m bloody sorry for what I’ve done” “ I shouldn’t have acted that way” “Is draco malfoy being nice” you smiled and touched his cheek. “Shut up” he smiled back and quickly tossed you into his arm, giving you a hug. Draco malfoy did not ruin your day after all, and he was not mean as many thought. Draco malfoy was actally your savior that day and many more that came…

@ankj02

hope you like it. One shot dracoxreader

Originally posted by crystelgreene

Day 26: Favorite AU (this is also my contribution to Canon AU week!)

WHAT IF SNAPE HAD A LOVE INTEREST DURING THE WAR- here’s how it all (sort of) started

Imagine whoever you’d like, it can work for plenty of people! (also apologies, I wrote this as Snape having a female love interest)

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“I’m sorry to bother you,” she said rather awkwardly and he looked at her coldly, eyes narrowed. “It’s just- there isn’t really anybody here who isn’t a teenager, incredibly old, or snogging in the corner. Would you mind if I sat with you?”

He hadn’t seen his former student since she graduated, years ago now. While nearly none of his students stood out to him as anything particularly extraordinary, he never did forget a face nor a name. She was no exception. She had done her work and besides that, he had never cared about her.

As for tonight, he didn’t really want to be around anyone. But since Dumbledore would not let him leave this blasted Yule Ball and perhaps having her sit with him would make Karkaroff stay away, he said, “No, I don’t mind.” She smiled sweetly and sat down beside him, putting her purse on the table and smoothing out her navy blue dress. “May I ask why you’re here?”

“The same reason you’re here, I would assume,” she said almost cheekily. “My employer wants me here to ‘keep up appearances’ or some other rubbish.”

“Indeed,” he muttered and she grinned.

“I take it you don’t enjoy parties very much, Professor?”

“You’re extremely observant,” he snarkily said. She rolled her eyes and ignored his rudeness and looked around the room.

“The Weird Sisters are dreadful, aren’t they?” He truly did not want to be around anyone, dear Merlin! She had said not even four full sentences and he wanted to be rid of her. He was about to tell her to go away, but then noticed from the corner of his eye that Karkaroff was waiting for the pretty woman to leave, so he restrained himself.

“Horrendous, yes.” He didn’t know what to say next and was rather glad when the song ended and the crowd yelled so loudly nothing else could be heard.

“We’re gonna change things up!” A Weird Sister screamed and Severus saw his companion cringe at the awful, loud noise. “We brought along a guest singer and she’s gonna sing a tune for all you lovebirds out there!” The crowd of teenagers roared as a skinny girl with a blue afro came up to the stage. A calmer, yet still upbeat tune began to play and the girl started singing about new love or something. Her voice was smooth and for the first time in two hours, Severus wasn’t wishing he had been born deaf.

“This is such a relief to my ears,” she said to him, giving a sigh of relief. A server came over to the table and offered them champagne. He declined it and merely watched in amusement as she took a flute, chugged the drink, and placed it back on the tray. She noticed he was watching her. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s just interesting to watch my old students down alcohol in the same hall where they once first tried pumpkin juice.”

“You’re making yourself sound old, Snape,” she said with a sly grin. He was about to respond when Dumbledore and McGonagall hurried over to their table.

“Severus, it’s so wonderful to see you being so social!” Dumbledore said cheerfully and Snape looked disgusted and offended. She stifled a laugh.

“No, we were just-”

“You two ought to dance!” Minerva said, grabbing each of their hands and bringing them near one another.

“No!” They both said loudly, recoiling their hands back. Minerva gave a knowing glance towards Albus. She then pulled out her wand, and did the motion of a vanishing spell and both of the younger wizards stood up just as their chairs and table were vanished away.

“Fine, fine! We’ll go!” Snape snapped, grabbing his companion’s hand and pulling her towards the dance floor- and more importantly, away from Minerva and Dumbledore.

“Are you serious?!” She asked loudly, trying to be heard over the music.

“Of course not, you stupid girl!” He hissed.

“You know, there’s really no need for that,” she shouted over the music but he ignored her They hurried past the dancers and snoggers alike towards entrance hall and he tried to ignore the whispers shared between his less distracted students. 

“Is that Snape holding a woman’s hand?” 

“Do you think he cursed her?”

“Ten galleons they’ll dance. No, twenty!”

They reached the large arching doorway between the Great Hall and the Entrance Hall and he let go of her hand. The air was much cooler here, the music not as blazingly loud. She leaned against the panel and sighed in what he thought was relief. “I didn’t think we’d make it out of that war zone alive!” 

He looked out into the crowd, unable to see the top of McGonagall’s head or the purple of Dumbledore’s robes. “Those meddling old coots ought to just go shag in the Room of Requirement and leave me alone!” Snape said, exasperated.

“Snape!” She exclaimed, laughing a little. “That’s awful!”

“It’s bloody true and you know it,” he said in an annoyed tone. The singer continued to coo sweetly from the stage. Another love song, this one much slower. Didn’t anyone sing about other things?

“I actually like this song,” she commented.

“It’s bearable.”

“And I would definitely dance if I had a more cooperative partner.” He raised an eyebrow. This girl was awfully confusing and annoying. Was she actually suggesting dancing? With people nearby to see? She was mad.

“It’s a pity you don’t then.”

“Not a dancer, are you, Professor?”

“Is that not what I just implied?” He snapped and she huffed slightly.

“Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m not in the mood to be offended anymore,” she declared and she pushed herself off of the post. He didn’t look at her. He was glad she was going so he could be alone, but annoyed because Karkaroff would come. And there was another feeling- he wasn’t sure what it was. The song was nice and she looked nice. He never danced but maybe he would have, if he had been a different man and it had been a different place. She stood facing him under the doorway, her eyes challenging him. Perhaps she expected him to apologize or ask her to stay. Or even ask her to dance. Well, she was mad, as had decided before. 

“Good evening, then,” he said curtly. She shook her head and rolled her eyes again.

She was about to walk back into the Great Hall when Hagrid and Madame Maxime stumbled out of it, rather violently and perhaps drunkenly. “Well, hello you! Nice seein’ yer here! ‘Evenin’ to you too, ‘fessor Snape.” Hagrid greeted.

“Hello, Hagrid,” she said with a sweet smile, all irritation leaving her face, and Snape gave a small nod.

“Hagreed!” Madame Maxime said in awe, pointing above their heads. “Your friends are under zee mistleetoe!”

Bloody Merlin… The two of them looked up immediately to see the sparkling plant dangling above them. Of course they were.

“Well, they outta kiss, then!” Hagrid cooed.

“No!” The two of them exclaimed, yet again.

“Ah, c’mon ‘fessor Snape!” Hagrid said grinning. “She’s a pretty girl!, if ya don’ mind me sayin’”

“That was never the question,” Snape muttered and only she seemed to have heard him. She smirked.

“Do eet!” Madame Maxime shouted and she looked like she was ready to approach them.

“Alright!” Snape said harshly, not wanting to deal with anyone at this blasted gathering anymore. He could kiss her quickly- the two giants were covering them from view from anybody in the hall. Literally ANYTHING to be left alone. He drew nearer to her, ready to get it over with, when he stopped, only a few inches away from her. She smelled so intoxicatingly sweet, like the jasmine flowers he used for potions. He suddenly didn’t want to get it over with, and wondered what it would be like to savor something like this. It was longer than he cared to admit since he had been with a woman in any regard. How unfortunate that Hagrid and his overly large girlfriend were watching them intently. “May I?” He said quietly, so only she could hear. She nodded and he kissed her, pulling away immediately. It would’ve been considered a nice moment, had those two absolute oafs not been standing there, cheering and clapping. They stumbled away as Maxime pulled Hagrid into an unseen corner, possibly to snog him. “Forgive me, I just wanted them to go away,” he said, still close to her, looking into her eyes. She gave him a small smile.

“It’s fine,’’ she murmured. He so desperately wanted to look into her mind and see what she was thinking and feeling, but he made it a rule to never do that. Instead, he tried reading her face and her eyes, but the twinkle in her eyes was incomprehensible.

“Severus!” Damn it! He stepped away from her and turned to face Igor. “You haven’t introduced me to your friend.”

“Have you not met before?” Snape said quickly, trying to think of an excuse to get away from him. He turned to her. “This is Igor Karkaroff.”

“The Headmaster of Durmstrang, of course, we’ve met before,” she said, smiling sweetly. She shook his hand.

“Ah, yes, indeed we have.” Karkaroff said, giving her a disgusting smile. Snape suddenly felt strangely defensive, not wanting this repulsive man around her. But before he could think of a way to get them away from him… “Severus, may I have a word? Outside, perhaps?” He mentally sighed. Not again.

“Of course,” he said, trying to sound less annoyed than he already was. He turned to her. “Forgive me.” She nodded and he and Karkaroff walked away from her and the mistletoe. It was better off this way, anyway. That girl was so annoying.

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Sorry if this wasn’t up to par, I’m a little out of it because I had my wisdom teeth removed today! 

If you wanna read some more Snape/OC stuff, check out my fanfiction page (link is in my bio).

Kisses from Snape, George Weasley x reader

Originally posted by ellenpl

Request: lHi! I just came across your blog & I love it! I have a request, too. Fred, George, & the reader make polyjuice potion & (somehow) transform into professors w the intention of messing with a few people, but while around many students, George asks the reader to kiss him to shock the students into believing it’s two professors going at it, they run when the real professors show up & when they transform back, George kisses the reader again because he’d rather feel their lips than snape’s
Information: (Y/N) = your name
A/N: not my gif

“Oh come on (Y/N)” your friend, George Weasley, sighted. “It will be fun!” Fred added. “Yeah, you’re always in for a prank. Why not one more?” George almost begged. “Fine” you sighted and rolled your eyes as the twins high-fived each other.

You knew Fred and George ever since you were born. Your mother was in school with Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley, the parents of the twins. Molly is your mothers best friend, and they stayed friends after school. Your mother married an pureblooded wizard from America, and she was also pureblooded, only half French, that made you a pureblood as well. 

The twins came up with a new prank. They secretly have been brewing Polyjuice potion this month, and today it’s finally finished. They want you to transfer into Ron while they become Ginny and Hermione. You didn’t really felt good about this, but as always, the charming smile of George Weasley made you change your mind.

“Are you sure it went well?” you asked concerned and both boys nodded exited. “We’ll drink on the count of 3″ Fred said. “1″ George began. “2″ Fred added. “3″ the three of you said at the same time and started to drink the potion. You all began to cough as you felt your body change. Your hands became bigger and you started to grow. You rushed into the toilet before your clothes would rip apart. You looked down at your feet and saw yourself in a puddle. You were not Ron Weasley. “Fred and George Weasley!” you shouted angrily and heard the twins laugh. You rushed out of the toilet, but instead of the twins, you saw a rather funny looking Professor McGonagall and a dancing Professor Flitwick. “I must say, you are a rather charming looking Snape, (Y/N)” Flitwick, or actually George said laughing. 

You just made something positive out of it. The whole day you confused students with the twins. The Polyjuice potion you carried was almost empty, what meant that you couldn’t transfer into Snape again. You lost Fred a couple minutes ago and now you were walking around the lake with George. “We still have 15 minutes before we are ourselves again” George said. It was funny to look down at him. Normally you had to look up, since he was a lot taller than you. “What about those first years?” George asked and pointed at a little group of Hufflepuffs. “After them, we go back to the toilet before we change back” he said and you nodded. The two of you walked to the group and George climbed in a tree, so he was as the same height as you. “Is there a problem Professors?” one of the first years asked. “No, not at all” George said and smiled. He looked at you and grinned. “Kiss me” he whispered. Your eyes went big. “I beg you pardon?” you asked confused. “Kiss me” he whispered again. This time, he didn’t wait for an answer. He grabbed your face and placed his, or well Flitwicks, lips against yours. Or Snape’s. You heard the first years gasp and whisper before they were interrupted. “Run! We’re caught!” Fred yelled as he ran over the field. “Bloody Hell” George said and jumped out of the tree. “What are you waiting for (Y/N)? Run!” he said while you still stood there, shocked. You quickly recovered and followed the twins to the castle.

“It’s better to be myself” you said and looked in the mirror. “I think that too (Y/N), i didn’t really like the lips of Professor Snape” George said with a grin. You blushed and looked at your feet. “It was a bloody good joke i must say” Fred laughed. “I bet your lips are better” George ignored his brother and laid his finger under your chin, so you had to look into his eyes. He kissed you again, and this time it felt perfect. You must say, George lips were a hundred times better than Professor Flitwick’s. “Oi! I thought it was a joke!” Fred said and George and you laughed trough the kiss.

I need more Marauders Era fan art where in they’re acTUALLY WEARING 70’S FASHION.

FUCKING BELL BOTTOM JEANS 

AND 

LEATHER JACKETS 

AND 

LOUD COLORS AND PRINTS 

LILY (AND MAYBE REMUS) IN MUGGLE 70’S CLOTHES. HIPPIE-INSPIRED LILY!!

SIRIUS BLACK TRYING ON ALL THE ~COOL~ MUGGLE CLOTHES DURING WEEKENDS TO HOGSMEADE TO SPITE REG

JAMES AND PETER TRYING THEM ON AND LIKING THEM BECAUSE DESPITE THEY’RE WIZARDING UPBRINGING, THEY THINK THEY LOOK RAD AS HELL.

SNAPE IN BELL BOTTOMS IN SECOND YEAR. LILY LAUGHING AT HIM. 

FIGHTING VOLDEMORT IN 70’S FASHION!!!

IMAGINE MWPP SWAGGERING AROUND HOGWARTS GROUNDS THINKING THEY’RE THE COOLEST THING EVER WHEN THEY’RE ALL A BUNCH OF DORKS WITH A “GROUP NAME” AND NICKNAMES

I have a mighty need.

Late Night Drink.

Title: Late Night Drink.

Request: Can you do an imagine with draco that the reader is wizard and a vampire? and in the night she gets hungry and thirsty draco his blood for her ( very tasty by the way)

Paring: Draco Malfoy x Vampire! Reader

Warning(s): Um nope none. Maybe it’s set when Umbridge is there (LOL throwback) so, look out??

Being half witch and half vampire, wasn’t always as easy as many thought. Nobody seemed to really understand how hard it was. Nobody really tried to understand, except her best friend, Draco Malfoy. He tried to understand to the best of his abilities, he would go out and get me blood, which was very helpful, but I was scared he’d get caught.

I was sitting in Umbridge’s room, watching as she ‘taught’ us absolutely nothing. “Hybrid,” Umbridge’s way too rehearsed voice rang around the room. I flipped the pages of our children books. “What are they?” she asked smiling around the room, I watched Harmonies hand shoot up, but Umbridge didn’t want her to answer she wanted someone else to. Me. “Y/N,” I heard, I looked up at her. I had ‘resting bitch face as I looked up, “A Hybrid is where you’re half witch or wizard and half vampire.” My voice had hatred in it; her smile was still plastered on her face, “Correct, looks like someone’s been doing a bit of studying.” She laughed; I rolled my eyes mumbling something about how she’s been trying too hard. Draco heard me and chuckled, making me turn towards him, hitting his arm. She looked at us, instantly loosing that smile, “Do you both need detention?” she threatened, my eyebrow raised, Draco slightly looked scare yet keeping cool and collected. I put my arms over my chest. “Empty threat.” I muttered to Draco once she turned back around and started walking to the black board, writing something down.

               Class ended and we went off to every other class. Draco and I walked down to Snapes class for Potions. “She’s a git.” I laughed as I smiled at some first years, not all Slytherins are complete and utter assholes. “She truly is, ‘Detention?’” Draco laughed as I turned around to walk backwards; I had taken off my jacket and pushed it in Draco’s arms like I did every day. “Ah yes, please Professor give me detention for no reason at all.” I pleaded laughing, I walked into Snapes class and smiled at him, “Professor Snape would of gotten us out of that, isn’t that right?” I looked at Draco then at Snape, his face was blank “What would I get you out of?” his monotone voice asked, “Detention from Umbridge.” Draco laughed a bit. Snape looked between us, “Did you get detention?” he asked, I shook my head. “Nope, but if we did it’d be over something stupid.” I laughed rolling my eyes.

After dinner I sat in the common room. Everyone had been too tired to stay up any later then I am. I couldn’t sleep, god I wouldn’t be able to sleep. I was thirsty and I couldn’t do anything about it. Not unless I wanted to be expelled for sneaking out of the school and maybe killing someone. But the hunger wasn’t going away. I let out a soft groan before I heard footsteps. “Y/N?” Draco’s groggy voice sounded from the top of the staircase, “Yeah?” I whispered, looking back, “Why are you awake?” Draco asked coming to sit beside me. “Thirsty,” I simply said looking out of the window, “Then get something to drink,” he chuckled, oblivious to what I meant, “I mean blood.” I muttered, looking at him. His eyebrow raised, “Oh,” he looked down setting his head on my stomach, “Why not drink mine?” he asked, “Um, that’s nice and all but-” he cut me off, “Just do it.” I put his arm in front of me, my eyebrow raised again, I nodded and bite his wrist lightly, not enough to cause blood. He nodded and I bite down harder, able to quench my thirst.

My thirst was gone and I looked at Draco. He seemed okay, “You need to go to bed and drink a ton of water.” I whispered kissing his forehead, he laughed nodding. “Walk me up to my room?” he asked, as he got up, I nodded and helped him up. “Come on,” I laughed and walked him up to his room.

A/N: “Why do they travel in packs?” every guy about girls. So, I didnt really understand the request so, this is how it turned out. Requests and ships are opened by the way, and i started a masterlist, i might post it as soon as i can, but i dont know.

George Weasley Imagine - Yeah, A Lot Of People Are Afraid Of Me

A/N: Hey guys so this was kinda hard to write, because I’m not very outgoing and stuff, but I still tried hard to write this so I hope you like it!


Request: Could I have a 71 with a badass Gryffindor and she is dating George and he loves that she knows a whole bunch of spells and is awesome

Prompt 71. “Yeah, a lot of people are afraid of me.”


It was no wonder you were in Gryffindor, you were definitely brave and courageous and you showed this by just not caring what people thought of you and by standing up for you and those around you. There was, of course, more to being a Gryffindor, but everyone knew that this is what got you into the fantastic house.

“Ready to go?” You heard your boyfriend, George Weasley ask.

“Not really, but we better go.” You said getting up and walking out of the Great Hall. You entwined your hands with George and he smiled down at you. You walked out of the doors when you heard another familiar voice call out both of your names.

“George! Y/N!” Neither of you turned around as you knew it was your boyfriend’s twin, Fred Weasley. “Don’t leave without me!” He exclaimed as he ran up to you panting.

“How could we ever forget you, Freddie?” You asked as he walked beside you.

“I mean, you’re the most annoying person we know.” George said making you laugh.

As you turned the corner to go into your Charms class, you noticed a girl two years below you in her fourth year going in the direction you came from. As she saw you she gasped and dropped her books. You rolled your eyes and decided to be nice and hand her book back.

“Thanks.” She mumbled and ran.

“What was that?” Asked Fred.

“Yeah, it seemed like she was scared of you.”

“Yeah, a lot of people are afraid of me.” You said shrugging your shoulders. The twins looked at you, raising an eyebrow. You sighed and explained, “A couple of weeks ago her and a group of friends were bullying first years and hexing them. So I thought I would hex them to see if they like it when older kids bully them.” You finished explaining as you walked into the Charms lesson. The twins nodded at your story, they were used to this kind of thing, you always stood up for people who couldn’t stand up for themselves, and that is what made you, you.

You took your seats where you usually sit, at the back of the class with you at the end, George in the middle and Fred on the other side.

The class started and you were going to be continuing on turning water into wine which the class had been working on for the past two lessons. You had been close to doing it in the last lesson, but hadn’t got it yet and neither had anyone else in the class.

You instantly got your wand out, got your glass of water from the front of the class and sat back down. You tried to do it, saying the incantation Professor Flitwick taught you. It didn’t work, so you tried again. Nothing, so you tried one more time and your water had suddenly turned a dark red.

“I did it!” You exclaimed as the whole class turned towards you, you hadn’t realised you had said it that loud. Professor Flitwick came rushing to your table and examined your glass.

“Wonderful Ms. Y/L/N! Absolutely terrific, 10 points to Gryffindor!” He exclaimed as you smiled to yourself. He asked you to try to start learning non-verbal spells as this is what the class would be starting next and walked away.

“How did you do that?!” Fred and George exclaimed.
“Magic.” You said sarcastically waving your hands as muggles do when they mention magic. This made George laugh and say, “You truly are wonderful babe, you are the first in the class to do it.” He said smiling at you.

“Suck up much?” Fred asked making you giggle.

“Shut up, just because my girlfriend is brilliant and you don’t even have a girlfriend.” George said making you laugh and Fred do a rude hand gesture.

“Oh Georgie, you don’t have to say I’m brilliant, I already know I am.” You smiled cheekily making George laugh and go back to trying to turn his water into wine.

Charms soon finished and you were making your way to Potions.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go to Potions.” You groaned walking down to the dungeons.

“You know, Potions isn’t actually that bad, it’s just Snape that makes it horrible.” George said as you and Fred agreed.

As you were walking down into the dungeons, you ran into Malfoy who just looked like a git as usual.

“Blood traitors, mud blood.” He murmured, yes you were muggle born, but you didn’t really care. Just being a witch was amazing and your blood status shouldn’t matter if you can perform magic.

“Shut up Malfoy.” You said rolling your eyes.

“Ew, the mud blood is talking to me.” He said smirking.

“Oh no, now the mud blood is hexing you.” You said sarcastically and without hesitation, you pulled your wand out and yelled, “Anserrus!” And before Malfoy could even react, he was honking like a goose. This made all three of you laugh extremely loudly, which got the attention of the one and only, Snape.

“Silence.” He said turning to you, as you stopped laughing Malfoy honked again making you all laugh. Snape shot you all a look as he said the counter-curse and Malfoy rushed to his class.

“Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley,” he said making you giggle as he said ‘Mr. Weasley’ twice. He shot you another look and continued, “firstly, you are ten minutes late to class and then I find you in here, hexing another student.”

“Professor, he called her a mud blood.” George said standing up for you.

“That is no excuse, Mr. Weasley.” Snape said making you roll your eyes, of course, it was your fault for hexing Malfoy, never would it ever be Malfoy’s fault. “I think that every day this week you can do detention with me, ten points each shall be taken from Gryffindor for how many minutes you were late and I think another fifteen points shall be taken off, each as well, for hexing another student.

“But Professor, only one of us could have hexed him.” You said as he gave you a look.

“Ms. Y/L/N, don’t make me take more points off.”

“Did you take points off Slytherin for Malfoy calling me a horrible name?” You asked, the twins knew better to stop you, you hated Snape and nothing could ever stop you from calling him out on his bullshit.

“I think another ten points can be taken off from Gryffindor, five for back chatting and another five for not using a student’s correct name. His name is Draco Ms. Y/L/N.”

“I know what his name is.” You said walking into class, the twins and Snape following behind you.

“And you can see me for another night of detention.” He called after you making you roll your eyes.

You got into class and sat at the back in the same order as Charms. You partnered yourself with George and got the ingredients needed for the potion written on the board.

“You really need to stop talking back to Snape Y/N.” George said preparing the ingredient that needed to be added first.

“But it’s so fun!” You smiled, getting the cauldron ready. He shook his head and laughed. “How funny was Malfoy though.” You said, as you both laughed.

“That was so funny.” George said putting the ingredient in the cauldron and preparing the next ingredient.“You’re amazing.” He said as you stirred the potion.

“I know.” You said looking at him.

“And I love you very much.” He said looking at you as well.

“And I love you very much too.” You said kissing his lips.

You both went back to making your potion, you were so lucky to have George as a boyfriend.

Author: Lauren (Admin)
Main Character: Draco Malfoy
Warnings: Brief profanity
Word Count: 978
Plot:“I just don’t want to hurt you”

I ran down the hall and turned a quick corner into Potions. I was running late and didn’t want to get another scolding from Professor Snape. I took my usual seat next to my close friend, Draco Malfoy. I sighed as I collapsed next to him, panting. “Thank god I made it here before Snape.” I laughed. Draco looked over to me and gave a weak smile. He was wearing his usual Slytherin attire with his shirt not buttoned up all the way and his green tie lightly hugging his neck.

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Draco Malfoy Imagine: Caught (Requested by Anon)

Imagine…

You and Draco had been eyeing each other all day, sending each other winks and publicly flirting with each other. For some reason, all you both wanted to do was have an intense make-out session with each other and you didn’t care how it was going to happen, you guys just wanted it to happen like right now.

So as you were sitting in Potions with Draco, trying to concoct a potion with the ingredients Snape had written on the board for the day, you kept flirting with him. Lightly touching his arm, flipping your hair, leaning into him to reach some of the ingredients that were on the other side of the table. Draco happily flirted with you back, sneaking a few pinches on your bum and getting dangerously close to your face every so often.

Snape had suspected something was going on with you two. Normally he would’ve just left it alone and ignored the both of you, but seeing as how you were his daughter, he wanted to know what exactly was going on between the two of you. So he calmly approached your table, pretending he was just checking in on the potion you two were making.

“Hello (Y/N), Mr. Malfoy. How is your potion going?” he gave a small smile as he awaited your answer.

You turned a little pink, seeing as how Draco had just given your bum a good squeeze, but answered the question anyway. “Fine, Daddy. We’re just trying to separate the rat excrement from the mice’s and finish chopping up the ginger roots.”

He gave you a nod and smiled at you. “Excellent! You’re almost done. Carry on!”

As soon as he walked away, Draco whispered in your ear.

“Let’s get out of here.”

You looked around to see your if father was watching and answered back. “And go where?”

Draco smirked at you and raised his hand, calling for Snape. 

Snape walked back to your table and looked at Draco. 

“Yes, Mr. Malfoy?”

“Sir, would it be possible if I could go to the toilets really quick? The pancakes we had this morning did not agree with me.” Draco said hastily, rubbing his stomach for added effect. 

Snape looked at him for a moment but answered anyway. 

“Very well. Off you go.”

Draco nodded at your father and when he walked away, turned to face you. 

“Meet me in the hall in five minutes.”

You nodded and watched him walk out of the room. 

Just to be safe, you waited about seven minutes, then raised your hand to call Snape over. 

He walked back to your desk, smiling at you. “Yes, (Y/N)?”

“Daddy, I need to use the bathroom. Those pancakes are starting to take its toll on me too.” you said, grimacing.

Snape eyed you down too and for a second, you didn’t think he’d say yes but he excused you anyway. 

“Go on then.”

You turned around and walked out of the room but for a second, you could’ve sworn you saw your father smile as you walked out.

You opened the door and immediately searched for Draco, finding him leaning against the wall next to the door of the classroom. 

He turned his head to look at you and smirked. “Took you long enough.”

You rolled your eyes and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 

He wrapped his arms around you and stared into your eyes for a bit.

“Y'know…”, he whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day.”

You smirked. “Have you now?”

He came back to kiss your lips. “Yes, I have. And now that I finally get to do it…”

He trailed off when he pressed you against the wall. 

“I can stop torturing myself with only the mere imagination of your lips on mine.”

You bit your lip and pulled him in by his robes to kiss you. He pressed his hands against the wall and closed the distance between you two so that there was no space left. You bit his lip and he chuckled into the kiss and ran his tongue along your lower lip, asking if he could come in. You happily obliged and let him in, your tongues massaging each other and rubbing along the insides of your mouth a little.

His hand was about to grab your bum when the door opened and Snape stood in front of you. Draco sprang apart from you, his eyes wide and scared.

Snape, on the other hand, looked pissed.

“What is the meaning of this, Malfoy?!” he hissed, staring Draco down.

“I-uh, well um…erm -”

“Answer me, boy!” Snape raised his voice at Draco.

However, Draco couldn’t get any words out, he was just standing there, frozen and looking petrified. 

“I uh, we- uh, um.." 

But then, Snape started laughing. 

He laughed and giggled so hard, he had to press his hand against the classroom door to keep him from falling. His eyes were squeezed shut from laughing so hard and he clutched his stomach to keep it from hurting.

You and Draco both stared at each other, not sure whether to be scared or relieved of some sort. 

He stopped laughing after a good two minutes and stood up straight, clapping a hand on Draco’s shoulder.

"I’m just kidding, boy.” Snape managed to laugh out, “I just wanted to see the look on your face.”

He started laughing some more and to play along, Draco started laughing too. He gave you a look that said to laugh with him, so you nervously chuckled a bit.  

Finally, Snape stopped laughing and managed to regain his breath. 

He chuckled one last time. “Oh, I always knew something was going on between the two of you. I knew it from the moment you sat next to each other in my class three months ago." 

You and Draco raised your eyebrows, clearly surprised.

"You have?” you asked.

Your father nodded at you. “Mhm. But I don’t have a problem with it, seeing as how I actually really like Draco.” He gave a smile towards Draco, to which he returned a little uneasily.

“Well, thank you sir.” Draco muttered out.

“No problem.”, Snape replied, “However, I will have to give you detention for this. You both do realize that PDA is not allowed in these halls…?”

You and Draco looked at each other and smirked. 

“We do now.” you said to your father.

Snape nodded and smiled and brought you back inside the classroom to finish your potion before the bell rang. Needless to say, today was a good day for you, for all three of you.

superlockreaderinserts-deactiva  asked:

How about a Draco x reader where they're already dating and are really lovey dovey, and Snape tells them off for kissing? Maybe Dumbledore can step in and say he thinks they're cute? Thanks doll - love the blog!

Here you go! Hope you like it!

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You and your boyfriend, Draco, had been dating for about 2 years. He was widely known around school as a bully, but he’d never been anything other than good to you. Sure, it could be because you were pureblood and in Slytherin, but you had nothing to complain about. You could trust him with anything, and it was you he went to when struggling with the stress and anxiety from becoming a death eater earlier that year. You’d been through highs and lows together, and he wasn’t only your boyfriend; he was also your best friend.

It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon, and both you and Draco had free periods. You’d both been feeling affectionate since transfiguration that morning, and Draco had made it quite clear to you that his plans for you free period involved lots of kissing. The two of you walked hand in hand through the hallways, trying not to look like you were desperately looking for somewhere private to make out.

You’d already checked the bench outside the library, but Filch was lurking nearby, as this was a favourite kissing spot for many students. The broom cupboard was occupied. Finally you found a place in the dungeon between a wall and a suit of armor. Nobody was around since there was no potions class that period.

You leaned back against the wall as Draco brought his hands to your face, cupping it gently. He looked into your eyes, and he smiled gently. A real smile, much happier than his trademark smirk. You put your arms around his shoulders. Draco brought his lips to yours, kissing you softly. One of his hands moved from your cheek to your waist, pulling you close to him. Your lips pressed together lightly, and you could feel the warmth from his cheeks on your face.

The kiss quickly became rough, as it always did. Even when Draco was feeling docile and lovey-dovey he couldn’t help behaving dominantly- but you didn’t mind. His teeth bit down lightly on your lower lip, and you opened your mouth a little bit and drew in a quick breath. He took this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues pressed against each other, and you felt a shiver down your spine as his hand moved from your face to your other hip. He deepened the kiss, pulling you as close as possible, and you stood on your tiptoes. Perhaps if you hadn’t been so focused on each other’s lips, you might have heard the footsteps moving towards you down the hall.

‘MISTER MALFOY.’ A cold, angry voice rang out. Draco pulled back quickly, his eyes wide. Snape’s cold, dark eyes bore into you furiously.

‘Miss Y/L/N. What, exactly, is the meaning of this?’ Snape hissed out through gritted teeth.

You looked at Draco quickly, but he seemed paralyzed with fear. Snape was, quite possibly, the worst person to catch the two of you snogging. He was known to not be forgiving when it came to PDA, even to Slytherin students. Especially when it happened multiple times.

‘Professor- We- we, um, have a free period-’ you stuttered, face burning.

‘So I see.’ Snape said coolly, turning to Draco with his withering gaze. ‘This is not the first time I have caught the two of you- frolicking like this.’ In any other situation you might have laughed. Imagine, Severus Snape saying the word frolicking.

‘I think,’ he continued, turning back to you, ‘that this situation is out of my control. I am taking the two of you to see Professor Dumbledore.’ with that he started walking down the hallway towards the stairs, you and Draco following quickly behind. You exchanged nervous glances- you’d never been sent to the Headmaster’s office before.

You followed Snape all the way up to Dumbledore’s office, where he uttered the password (Chocolate Frog) and walked up the stairs. He opened the door and swept inside, facing Dumbledore, who was reading over a piece of parchment on his desk. He smiled when he saw you.

‘Hello, Severus.’ Dumbledore addressed Snape before turning to you and Draco. ‘Hello, Mr. Malfoy, and Miss Y//L/N.’ his eyes shifted back to Snape. ‘Is there a problem here, Severus?’

Snape turned to face you and Draco. ‘Why don’t you tell the Headmaster exactly what the problem is, Malfoy?’ he said sourly, narrowing his eyes.

Draco was the exact shade of a cherry. ‘Well, um, you see, Headmaster, me and Y/N had a, um, free period.’ He stopped there for a second, but Snape’s ill-tempered expression urged him to continue. ‘So, um, we decided to spend our free period together.’ He froze again.

‘Continue, Malfoy.’ Snape hissed.

Draco scratched his side nervously. ‘So, uh, we went downstairs, to the dungeons.’ he looked down at the floor. ‘And we were, um, kissing. A bit.’

‘This is not the only time I have caught these two behaving inappropriately. That’s the reason I brought them to you, headmaster. Malfoy and Y/L/N don’t listen to me.’ Snape said coolly.

Dumbledore looked at Snape, then at Draco, then at you, then Snape again. ‘Is that all, Severus?’ he asked, looking slightly confused. Snape gave him a single nod, and Dumbledore laughed out loud. ‘I understand that you’re upset, but I can’t punish them for liking each other. Personally, I think they make a charming couple.’ You and Draco raised your heads, smiling. ‘I’m afraid I must ask you to keep the PDA to a minimum. Keep your personal business inside the common room, please. You may go.’

You and Draco looked at each other and grinned. You walked out through the office door, and you heard Snape muttering angrily as you walked past him. Back in the hallway, Draco grabbed your hand and smiled at you.

‘Let’s head back to the common room where we can snog uninterrupted, yeah?’

anonymous asked:

Could you do a part 2 to the body switching with Fred Weasley and the reader to see how the day went? Thanks! :)

Part One

You hated to admit it but there was something rather amusing about being Fred. So there was the suspicious looks off people whenever you wandered down a corridor, never sure if you were about to pull a prank on them or just wander past. And then there was also the fact that about four girls had come up to you asking if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade – you’d always assumed the duo over exaggerated this attention, but it appeared as though they didn’t. But there was also the fact that none of the teachers appeared to believe it when you put your hand up to answer something.

‘Put your hand down, Mr Weasley,’ Snape had said with a lip curled in disgusted. ‘You’ll only embarrass yourself.’

‘How’d you cope?’ you asked Fred in a low voice when Snape resumed the lesson. ‘Like seriously, how have you not jinked him into oblivion or something?’

‘We tried,’ said Fred solemnly, shaking his head slightly as he scrawled a note on the piece of parchment they’d been using for the shop, ‘but Flitwick caught us.’

You smothered a laugh by looking intently at the ingredients which Snape had left on your desk.

‘Oh, and there was the fact you acted as our conscious and said we couldn’t attack a teacher like that,’ he added.

‘Since when did you ever listen to me?’ you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He shrugged. ‘Since always. Like I knew that Warrington had tried flirting with you the other day and got a little revenge.’

Your face paled and you looked at him sharply. ‘Fred, what have you done?’ you groaned, realising that Warrington wasn’t in the lesson.

‘I don’t kiss and tell, (Y/n),’ said Fred, tapping his nose and moving to get some ingredients.

You followed him, hissing in his ear as you went. ‘You kissed him? Fred!’

He sighed dramatically, hunching his shoulders slightly as he did so. ‘I did it so that I could give him a Puking Pastel,’ he said simply, making your eyes widen. ‘What? It wasn’t a funfair ride for me, either!’ he defended.

‘I’m gonna need so much mouth wash when this is over,’ you said, running a hand through your hair.

‘Hey, watch the hair!’ said Fred, batting your hand away and getting a sharp look from Alicia. He shone her a charming little smile before looking back at you. ‘Well you weren’t going to get him for it so I thought I’d try and be helpful.’

You sighed, a small smile slipping onto your face. You wanted to hug him in thanks, but knew the classroom wasn’t really the best way to do that. ‘I owe you one,’ you assured him.

‘I think we’re even,’ he said, a slight chuckle to his voice. ‘I mean, it’s my fault we’re like this.’

You grinned at him, looping your arm through his and wandering back towards your desk now you had the ingredients. ‘All right then, we’re so not even. It’s gonna take more than snogging Warrington to tally that up.’

Fred groaned, but there was no mistaking the smirk on his lips.

The Long Lost Friend [ Draco x Reader] Part 11

Summary: Slughorn’s Christmas party is here

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: it took me ages to write, I’m so sorry

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“I’ll go in first and then you’ll follow, no maybe the other way around, you’ll go in first and then after a moment I’ll also show up. Or maybe we will just go together and pretend that we had pumped into each other just there, behind the door or…”

“Let’s go in, it’s idiotic to stand in the hallway and mumble for another 5 minutes,” Draco remarked.

“Just like that?” you asked, just to make sure.

“Yes, just like that,” he chuckled and shook his head but not in a disapproving way.

“Oh, right… that’s also an idea.”

Draco mumbled the password and the door to the common room opened up.

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On the twelfth day of Snapemas my Tumblr gave to me.....

Twelve robes a billowing,

Eleven full length frock coats,

Ten Snapes a sneering,

Nine Clubs a duelling.

Eight wands a waving,

Seven button close-ups,

Six cuffs a porning,

FIVE NAKED SNAPES!!!

Four eyebrows raised,

Three dirty looks,

Two laughing Snapes,

And a Snape with a snake on his crotch.