maybe no snogging

Owl post

So you know how owls don’t need an address to find the person the letter is addressed to? What if these owls were even cleverer than that?

Imagine Draco, sometime after the war, sitting alone in his flat and not knowing what to do with himself. He feels so empty, but on the other hand, there’s so much he wants to say. But who should he talk to? There’s nobody there. So he just begins writing his thoughts down. Sometimes it’s little poems. Sometimes it’s like he’s writing a journal. And sometimes he writes letters, addressed to no one. He keeps writing every day and whenever he’s finished, he puts the piece of parchment onto the little pile on his desk, where he keeps all his personal writing.

If Draco had been paying more attention, he would have noticed that this pile wasn’t getting any bigger. It stays exactly the same, because his sneaky little owl delivers one per day to the person she thought could help Draco the most.

When she lands on her usual windowsill on Number 12 Grimmauld Place, the window is already open and Harry is smiling at her with a treat in his hand.

“You’re very punctual,” he murmurs as he strokes her feathers. He carefully takes the piece of parchment out of her beak and smiles as she starts nibbling at her treat. Harry suspects Malfoy still doesn’t know that his owl is bringing him these letters.

Harry had been puzzled himself at first, but it hadn’t taken him long to figure out who had written these. After that, he had tried to talk to the owl, tried to explain to her that she must have gotten the wrong address, because surely this wasn’t meant for him.

But the owl had come back every day, bringing Harry another piece of parchment and Harry had found himself mesmerized by them. The poems were heart-wrenching, Malfoy talking about his day made Harry want to go over there and talk to him. But he doesn’t dare. He would have to admit, he read Malfoy’s most inner thoughts without his consent. And Harry doubts, the Malfoy he would be facing would be the same as the Malfoy in these letters.

Sighing, Harry settles down on the couch and begins to read today’s owl post.

I had a dream last night. It wasn’t one of my usual nightmares, but I guess you could still call it that, because this will very likely haunt me for the rest of my days. It was about him. We were younger, much younger. We were on the Quidditch pitch, but not as enemies. We were just flying together, laughing together. It was so strange to see him like this. His eyes didn’t hold the resentment I am used to. He was looking at me like I was his whole world. It still hurts to think about it now. The worst part, however, was the way he cupped my cheeks and smiled at me, right before he kissed me. I could still feel his lips on mine when I woke up. I wasn’t even sure if I had been dreaming or not for a second. Then, reality crashed down on me again. Sometimes, I wonder what would happen if he knew. If he had known back then. I’m not sure if it would have made a difference. All he ever did was hate me, just as much as I pretended to hate him. I regret he never saw the truth. All I ever wanted was him. And for one night, my mind granted me that wish. However, I hope it doesn’t happen again. Only if my mind decides to let me dream forever.

Harry feels dizzy when he puts the letter down. It’s true, he never saw the truth, never even knew there was a truth to be seen. He had never thought to look beyond their fighting and mutual obsession. Never thought it could mean something else entirely.

But over the past few weeks, he discovered a whole different side of Malfoy and thereby discovered something about himself. He wants to take Malfoy’s pain away. Maybe he’s been wanting to do that for a while. And now, Harry knows he can.

He jumps up from the couch and locks eyes with the owl, still sitting on the windowsill.

“You clever little thing,” he whispers to her, as he strokes her feathers one more time. She hoots happily, as if encouraging Harry to hurry up. So he does. He hurries out the door, to apparate to Malfoy’s flat. He has no idea how he will do it and how long it will take Malfoy to believe Harry’s intentions are genuine, but it doesn’t matter.

He will do everything he can to make Draco Malfoy’s dreams come true.


Part 2

where is the fic where ron weasley is the apathetic psychic who predicts people’s futures off-handley over brunch. he’s hated by most psychics because he doesn’t own a crystal ball or any scented candles aside from the one ginny got him for his bathroom - becomes a psychic consultant for the department of mysteries or the aurors, much to percy’s horror

“you’re going to suffer, but you’ll be happy about it”

A List of Quotes About the Doctor and Rose

“From the moment they meet, the Doctor and Rose are soul mates. They understand and complement each other.”
– 
Russell T Davies

“To all intents and purposes, it’s a love story, really, the Doctor and Rose. Rose is clearly in love with the Doctor. And as time goes on we realize that he’s rather fallen for her.”
– David Tennant

“She’s the one woman, the one human, that can make him better – that can make him a bigger character, a better man.”
Julie Gardner

“It’s a love story. It’s like love at first sight, in a way.”
– Christopher Eccleston

“What Rose brings to the Doctor’s life is completion. It’s completing a circle – he’s male, he’s alien, he’s a traveler. Between the two of them together they complement each other and discover each other. And are in love with each other – absolutely, unashamedly, unreservedly.”
– Russell T Davies

“I think it’s like all these relationships, like Mulder and Scully and Moonlighting, you know.”
– David Tennant

“Obviously and quite overtly, really, the subtext of this show is that the Doctor is hopelessly in love with Rose.”
– Steven Moffat

“You want Rose and the Doctor to be having a good time, going for a nice candlelit meal and, you know, maybe even the snog that we all know they really want.”
– Julie Gardner

“It was what Russell had schemed, really, and there was an idea that the Doctor would imprint on Rose, like a sort of newly hatched chick. He would adopt Rose’s way of speaking.”
– David Tennant (on why his Doctor has an English accent)

“The Doctor and Rose love each other. I think it’s that simple.”
– Euros Lyn

“The Doctor is literally thrown into this bizarre new circumstance before he’s properly gotten himself together after saying farewell to Rose, who was the love of his life.”
– David Tennant

“He’s a very damaged and closed man. She brings that out of him. She brings him back to life. She widens his horizons.”
– Russell T Davies

Oh, it’s SO love. I don’t care what anyone says. The Doctor and Rose love each other. HOW could they not? You can’t have the best times in the world – in the universe, go on all those journeys, have that much fun, sacrifice yourself to save each other. They absolutely love each other.”
– 
Julie Gardner

“He knows that Rose mustn’t come back and that it goes against all the laws of space and time, and yet the chance to get to see her again is clearly something that he’s very excited about and delighted by.”
 David Tennant

“I don’t think they really ever question it, they just get on with it but there’s this kinda suggestion, you know, that there may be some romance. I think she’s quite in love with him.”
– Billie Piper

“He loves this woman so much.”
– Julie Gardner

“I think Rose was unique in the sense that she loved him and he loved her back. And it was more than just a hint. It was deeply emotional.“
– 
Freema Agyeman

"You want it to happen, but at the same time you don’t want it to happen. It’s one of those weird things. It’s like Ross and Rachel.”
– Billie Piper

 “In the end I sort of though we created a companion who was so alive and dynamic and so wedded to the Doctor that you’d need a whole universe to contain her in. The only way to get rid of her is to send her into a parallel world from which she can never return; otherwise she would stay with the Doctor forever.”
– Russell T  Davies

“The whole thing has been building up to them meeting each other. You couldn’t bring Rose back and deny her a meeting with the Doctor.”
– David Tennant

“When the Doctor met Rose, that was a very different Doctor, that was a lonely, damaged man; his entire planet had been wiped out. Rose helped him move on from his terrible grief he’s been dealing with. She knocks off the Time Lord edges and humanizes him just as he Time Lords her. They were what the other was lacking, they are inseparable.”
– 
Russell T Davies

“There’s a part of her that feels very comfortable and very attracted to this new Doctor because he is the same guy, but clearly he’s not and clearly she’s saying goodbye to this other man that she’s been in love with. For the Doctor himself there’s just another heartbreak and another tragedy and he’s back on Bad Wolf Bay where he last experienced this, he’s saying goodbye again and bidding farewell again and this time it’s closing forever and there’s no going back. And in gifting her this other Doctor he’s not really allowing himself to go back either.”
– David Tennant

“You know the thing is, I’m always quite full on when I kiss him as Rose, because she has this, you know, desperate love for him.”
– Billie Piper

“Obviously and quite overtly, really, the subtext of this show is that the Doctor is hopelessly in love with Rose and trying to impress her. And then a younger better looking guy with the better gun turns up and he’s so annoyed.”
 Steven Moffat

“Just in the terms of acting a scene like that, if Rose is over there, and she’s all you want in the universe, and you’re desperate to get to her, you’d want to be able to run flat out, wouldn’t you?”
David Tennant

“From first holding the Doctor’s hand to a farewell on a beach, Rose is the Doctor’s reason to fight, to endure, to ensure there’s light in the darkness. Together they can achieve anything. As Episode 9 describes it, they are the stuff of legends.”
– Julie Gardner

“Finally they get to this wrecked, deserted, night-time, battered, Dalek-invaded street – civilization gone. Across the greatest possible distance, there they are, her with a great big gun, him with the Tardis, and they run toward each other like the biggest romance you’ve ever seen in your life…And, as in all great love stories, he’s cut down by a Dalek. I think that’s what should happen in most films, really. Gone With The Wind, Four Weddings and a Funeral, Notting hill – they all should have had the hero cut down by a Dalek, and they would have been vastly improved.”
– Russel T. Davies

💖Ordinary Adventure- Marauders Era: Remus

Request:  Can I request a Remus x Ravenclaw reader where it’s Valentine’s Day and Remus and the reader go out to hogsmead and he takes her to three broomsticks (I think) and then a bookstore and they end up sitting by the lake reading the books they got afterwards and maybe they snog a bit. Sorry if I’m requesting too much.

White patches of snow still linger on the streets of Hogsmeade as Remus Lupin takes the y/h/c haired girl by the hand and guides her inside The Three Broomsticks, her blue-grey scarf dancing in the wind of the cool winter day as she giggles. The smell of cigarettes and sugary sweet butter beer overwhelms her senses and she sits with him and listens to his voice compose sonnets with simple words and watches the way he taps his fingers on the wooden table as they wait on liquid filled goblets and find themselves drunk off each other before alcohol even touches their lips. There is a joy that flutters around her overwhelmed mind as she sees him inhale the smell of an old book, just as she always does, and a fondness spreading through her heart as she watches him hand over gold coins in exchange for a leather bound volume. 

The trees are still bared of leaves as they sit on damp grass, drying it with the wave of their wands and excitedly pulling fiction out of canvas bags, opening worn pages and letting words morph into painted pictures in their minds, occasionally slipping from their lips and doing story telling pirouettes around their heads. They draw chuckles and gasps from their lips, which meet soon after, fireworks crackling on their tongues and electricity coursing through their bones, as pink lanterns light up the windows of Hogwarts, reminding the world of Valentine’s Day. 

Bold Girl (Sometimes), Chapter 2

A/N: @my-little-yellowbird noted that “Shelagh always seems most bold after she’s come through the fire”, which gave me the idea for this next fic. We all know that Patrick lurves that nurse’s uniform ;). Serious kettles ahead, guys.

Patrick had expected to come home and find his wife fast asleep. Alternately, she might wake from him entering, and give him a kiss – maybe a quick snog if he was lucky–before nodding off again. Maybe she would ask him how his day went, and curl up against him as he assured her that everything was fine. He was only recently recovered from his breakdown, and Shelagh kept a close eye on him ever since, making sure he was not biting off more than he could chew.

Patrick did not expect to find her fully awake, and dressed in her nurse’s uniform.

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I might have cheated a bit here but in my defense, they were practically the same haha, sorry, I hope you like it! :) 

Warning: there’s a bit of smut too

Marlene McKinnon wasn’t a slut but she wasn’t a prude either. She just liked to tease guys and maybe snogging them quite obnoxiously but never, never slept with them on their first encounter. For some reason (maybe because the way she acted) people believed the opposite, that she was a slut. However, this particular time she broke her one rule: she took this man to her place. Well… more than take, drag would be a more appropriate word.

The minute they started kissing Marlene knew that it could only end in one way and that’s how she ended up pinned to one of the walls of her apartment and this hot man, whose name was Sirius, was making her see the stars.

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How Hogwart’s see’s the Marauders vs how they see themselves:

  • Peter and Remus are the most emotional ones. How on earth anyone in school managed to come to this conclusion they have no idea because Peter is stronger than people give him credit for and Remus tends to bottle things up to an unhealthy extent. They can guarantee with almost 100% success rate that if one of them is crying, it’s mister-wears-his-heart-on-his-sleeve Sirius.
  • Remus is tidy. This drives Sirius and Peter insane because Remus is incredibly, ridiculously, horrendously messy and they’re always picking up after him. He’s rivaled in untidiness only by James, though people do rightly assume that he is a slob. 
  • Remus is the mother of the group. Where anyone got this notion from they have no idea. He might be the voice of reason but James is the biggest mother-hen of the four of them without a doubt. He’s always the one reminding Sirius to take his cloak, telling Peter to get enough sleep and making sure Remus eats proper meals in the run up to full moon. 
  • Sirius is a womaniser. This cracks them up because he’s snogged maybe two at most of the thirty girls that claim they’ve dated him. And, though it’s not common knowledge, as Peter likes to say, Sirius is as bent as a butchers hook. (Or as James less eloquently puts it, he’s gay as fuck)
  • James is the epitome of cool. This makes Sirius laugh and Remus and Peter roll their eyes because James is the biggest dork they know, cool as he fancies himself. Remus and Peter would also have to (grudgingly) admit that Sirius pulls off being cool effortlessly, and, as Remus would point out to James, effortless is the key point there. 
  • Remus and Peter are innocent. This is the biggest pile of crap James and Sirius have ever heard, it’s simply unfortunate that they are involved in pranks slightly less frequently and have damn good poker faces. Sirius has the worst poker face of all.
  • Remus is a polite and humourless. Heard from people do not know Remus Lupin well enough, because Remus is very capable of being an absolute tosser when it suits him, as the other three well know. He’s also got a fantastic, dry sense of humour and utilises sarcasm in a way that has them all clutching their stomachs.
The Black Lake (a Young!remus imagine)

A/N: I HAVE A CONFESSION; I’m not actually 100% sure if it’s called The Black Lake, I’m like 88% sure and too lazy to check but it’s the lake by Hogwarts just so you know (;

“How do I look?” you asked, twirling around as you broke into a fit of giggles.
“Perfect, as always,” Remus said, kissing you on the cheek as you walked out of the castle.
Today was one of the best days you’ve ever experienced at Hogwarts. The weather wasn’t too chilly, where you had to wear a jacket, but it also wasn’t too warm, were you were dying from wearing jeans. James had insisted that you six (Sirius, Peter, Lily, James, you, and Remus) all went down to the Black Lake for the day.
“Ah! Finally the lovebirds are here!” Sirius said, slugging an arm around each of your shoulders.
“Uh actually we're–”
“We’re not exactly–” you and Remus mumbled, both slipping out from underneath Sirius arms.
The four others groaned.
“Oh, whatever.. Who’s meeting me in the water first? Evans? You up?” James said wiggling his eyebrows.
“I’m only going in if Y/N goes in,” Lily stated, cocking an eyebrow at you.
“Oh.. very well,” you said while slipping off your coverup and jumping into the water.

After an exhausting, yet fun day. The six of you were all lying on the grass, heads in a circle, staring up at the stars.
“I wish time would freeze, right here, right now,” Remus mumbled, interlacing your fingers with his.
“Ditto. I don’t even want to think about what the future has in store for us..” you trailed off, deep in thought.
All of a sudden Lily sat up and turned around so she was facing the rest of you, which led to the others all sitting up. “Let’s make a pact. No matter what happens, or what choices we make, we’ll never, ever betray eachother. We’ve gotta be able to rely on eachother, or what do we have?” Lily said staring at each and every one of you dead in the eye. You, James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily put your hands in the middle, but it looks as if Peter had already passed out (…….).
Sirius chuckled, “Ahh.. looks like it’s time to pack it up. Y/N, Moony, you guys wanna pick up the camp while I bring Peter up to the dorm?”
“And what will James and I be doing exactly?” Lily asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Whatever your little heart’s desire,” Sirius said while making kissy noises.
As the six of you all separate in pairs, you and Remus chuckled to yourselves, “Think they’re really gonna do it?” you asked.
“Doubt it. Maybe they’ll get some snogging but doubt they’ll go any farther. Not far enough in their relationship yet,” Remus answered, picking up some of the garbage that had been discarded during today’s activities.
Once you and Remus had had all the trash picked up at disposed of, you and him laid out a blanket and watched the moon dance over the water.
You had been deep in thought when Remus suddenly asked, “What are we?”
You looked at him, puzzled, “What do you mean?”
He sat up and turned to you, “I mean, what’re we doing here?” he motioned between you two, “We act like a couple, but yet whenever anybody implies that we’re more, you avoid the question.”
You stared at your hands, trying to find the perfect way to answer this, “Honestly.. I’ve been waiting for you to make the first move.”
He didn’t say anything for the longest time, until finally, he snuck his hands under your chin, tilted your head up, and kissed you. And oh boy was it everything you had dreamed of.
As he pulled away, he looked you dead in the eye and said, “Y/N, would you like to officially be my girlfriend?”
“Why of course, Mr. Moony.”

Tedoire; A Date

Tedtoire on a date for hpshipweeks, hope I’m not late for the Tedtoire week! (By Bonny, fics4life and becauseimfanvergent )


”I like your hair turquoise” She said as she ruffled his hair.

“Stop that, Vic!” The boy whined, trying to flatten his hair out again. “Ginny spent hours on trying to make it look decent. It’s starting to look a bit like Harry’s, actually, except the color part.”

Victoire laughed at him. “Then tell Aunt Ginny that I like your hair as it is and that she should focus on trying to flatten Uncle Harry’s hair out, not yours.” Teddy shook his head and wrapped his arm around Vic’s slim body. “Let’s not talk about them right now.” He murmured, nuzzling her neck with his nose, making her grin with pleasure.

“I’m sorry about dad, by the way.” She sighed, as he started to kiss her neck lovingly. “You know him, he gets a bit overprotective of me.” Teddy’s head was thrown back as he laughed. A bit overprotective was an understatement.

When Teddy arrived at Shell Cottage to take Victoire out on a date that evening, her father had asked Teddy questions about his life, if he had a decent job and what he was planning for the future even though Bill knew Teddy very well.

“He’s just fulfilling his fatherly duties, as I should be fulfilling my duties as your boyfriend tonight.” He said smiling sheepishly.

“Oh? Is that so? Then what have you planned for tonight’s date, Mr. Lupin?” She answered confidently, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, you know, dinner, dancing… maybe a bit of snogging?” Vic hit him on the back of his head, laughing as he rubbed the spot where she just hit him and then kissed him, fiercely, so that he backed into the tree behind him. “Alright maybe more than a bit of snogging.” He managed to say in between the kisses.

Hogwarts Part 5 - Luke Hemmings

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

That summer you found out that even though at first you were ignoring Luke because you were mad, it was for the better. Things happening around you were dangerous and being away from him was in a way, protecting him. You heard about Harry almost getting expelled for underage sorcery in front of his muggle cousin. Things had definitely changed, your father was hardly home and he when he was home he’d always be on edge. Your mother advised for you to just stay out of his way. You were still uneasy about what happened to Cedric and you were much too scared to even bring it up with your father.

On the train you sat with your usual group, Draco was going on and on about Potter going mad. When you got off the train at Hogsmeade, Draco stayed behind with Crabbe and Goyle, snickering and mumbling something about ‘maybe we’ll catch Potter on the platform.’ You shrugged and walked away with Pansy, Daphne, and Blaise.

“So, did you have a good summer?” Blaise asks. As you walk down the dark pathway, heading for an empty carriage.

“Yeah, I’ve had better, but it was still pretty good.” You reply. “How about yourself?”

“Oh, it was fine. Mum took me on a trip to her private island, you should join us sometime, there’s tons to do.” Blaise says smoothly.

“Maybe I will.” You smile, as you wait for Pansy and Daphne to get on the carriage. “At least you didn’t have to stay here and listen to Draco complain about Potter.”

“No kidding, I already got an earful on the train.” He says, his remark causing you to laugh. Blaise’s smile fades as he looks beyond you.

“Hey.” You hear a familiar voice ask from behind you. You tensed up and felt your smile fall from your face as well.

You knew this was coming; you could see it on his face the moment you told him to stay away from you before summer. You sigh and turn to him. “Hey, Luke.”

“Can I speak with you for a moment?” He asks. You purse your lips and nod.

“I’ll meet you lot at the castle.” You say to your group, giving them a small reassuring smile. You wait for their carriage to leave before turning back to Luke.

“I’m sorry.” He says immediately. You give him a look, expecting him to go on. He sighs, “I should’ve believed you about Malfoy, it’s just I get so jealous and he’s a much better guy for you to be with than me, his family knows yours and he already has your parents approval.  Y/n you’re so perfect and beautiful, I didn’t think that you would actually want to be with me. I mean, I’m just me and you’re you, pretty, funny, smart you. I just thought maybe now you saw what a huge loser I am, you’d want to be with someone of some importance.”

“Well, you thought wrong. You are important to me Luke, I really fancy you, a lot actually. I want to be with you, Luke, I really do, but I don’t think us being together is such a good idea.” You say, looking down. Luke eyes widen and he begins to shake his head.

“No! No, please, we can work it out. I’m an idiot and I get insecure, but I know better now. Can you please give me one more chance? I promise I won’t turn into a jealous rage monster.” He begs. You sigh and roll your eyes.

“You don’t understand, Luke, being with me now it’s…dangerous. My life has become so complicated, especially with You-Know-Who coming back. My father has been busy all summer and I’m his daughter, meaning that if he does something wrong, I’ll be the first one they go to after my mother.” You say, whispering to him as you head for the next carriage. Luke quickly grabs your wrist and turns you to face him.

“I don’t care. I don’t care if it’s dangerous.” He whispers back, his tone is stern. “Be with me.”

“Luke.” You sigh. He steps forward, sliding his free hand to cup your cheek.

“Be with me.” He

“For Merlin’s sake, why can’t you just hate me like your brother?” You ask rhetorically, shaking your head at him.

“For one, I am not my brother. And two…” He pauses before he sighs, “And two, I didn’t fall for you and work this hard to get you to be mine just to let you slip away that easily.” He breathes, his face so close to yours. You find your eyes fluttering closed and leaning closer to him. His lips are lingering dangerously close to yours, waiting for you to say the right words.

“Just kiss me, Luke.” You whisper, closing the distance and connecting your lips to the ones you’ve been missing all summer. His lips were still as soft and warm as you remembered; you smiled into the kiss before pulling away and resting your forehead against him. “I missed you.”

“Aw, well isn’t that sweet!” Draco’s teasing voice called, breaking the silence. You fight an annoyed groan and shrug at Luke. When you looked up, you noticed Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were already sitting on the carriage.

“You comin’ or what?” Crabbe asks. You nod, pulling Luke with you.

“Hemmings.” Goyle says, acknowledging the odd one out.

Luke nods at him, “Goyle.”

“Can you believe Potter?” Draco complains. You roll your eyes and look at him.

“What has he managed to do in the ten minutes since you got off the train?” You ask. All of your bodies swaying as the carriage began to move.

“He nearly attacked Draco when he got off the train.” Goyle explains.

“He’s mad, I’m telling you!” Draco exclaims before scrunching his face and inquiring Luke. “What about you, Hemmings? What d’you think about all of this?”

“M’Parents didn’t want me and my brother to come back because of him.” Luke answers.

Draco nods and mutters, “Potter’s a bloody nutter.” Causing you to roll your eyes for the millionth time in the last hour.

You got to the castle and went to sit with your house. After the sorting ceremony was over, Dumbledore made his announcements where he introduced the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge. She had interrupted Dumbledore with her own little speech. Your father told you about her, he doesn’t like her much, you don’t think you will either.

The next day you were the least bit excited when you walked into Umbridge’s classroom. You sat next to Luke, talking about what he was up to all summer. Parvati Patel, a Gryffindor in your year, had charmed a paper bird to fly around the classroom, Crabbe slingshot a paper ball at it, causing a few laughs around the room, but out of nowhere the bird burst into flames and fell to ashes on Parvati’s desk.

“Good morning, children.” A chipper voice calls from the back of the classroom. Everyone turned around in their seats to look at her. She was dressed in all pink, she looked at you, her face held a nice smile, but her eyes were sending daggers. You thought the look she gave you was bad, but the look she gave Potter was worse, far worse. In fact, towards the end of class they began arguing about how Cedric died. You knew Potter was telling the truth, but there’s no way you’d interfere. No one believed him, everyone thought he’s gone mad.

“Well that was intense.” Luke muttered to you as you left the classroom.

“Honestly. I’m almost willing to test one of the Weasley’s products to get out of attending her class.” You joke with a halfhearted laugh. Luke laughs and grabs your hand, placing a soft kiss to the back of it, holding it as you two walk.

“I can’t believe she’s not letting us use magic.” Luke sighs.

“I can.” You mutter, bitterly. Luke stops, causing a harsh tug on your arm and you stumbling back towards him. “As much as I hate him, I kind of feel bad for Potter.”

“You should’ve been in the common room, near fight between him and Finnigan.” Luke said.

“Wish I could’ve been there.” You joke, smirking a bit.

“No you don’t. Got a bit awkward rather than amusing.” He sighs before smirking at you, “So, I was thinking we could meet in our free period later, get a bit of work done, and discuss lessons…and stuff.”

“And stuff.” You repeat with a laugh. “What would this ‘and stuff’ consist of, may I ask?”

“Oh you know, talk, laugh, maybe snog a bit. Who knows?” He gives you an exaggerated shrug. You let out another laugh and nudge him playfully, your hands still intertwined.

“You’re mad.” You reply, chuckling and shaking your head.

“Is that so?” He asks, smirking as he slowly backing you against a wall. You bite your lip as you try to contain your smile. Luke’s lips brush yours ever so slightly before you hear a throat being cleared, sounding more like a squeak. Luke pulled away from you and you both faced Umbridge.

“There will be none of that in this establishment.” She says, a smile set on her lips. “Oh, and Ms. Y/l/n, do tuck in your shirt and please stick to school policy.”

“We will.”Luke says quickly and pushes you down the hallway before you could say anything back to her.

You and Luke began going on little dates in Hogsmeade, and the minister made Professor Umbridge High Inquisitor at Hogwarts. Umbridge observed all of the teachers in the classrooms, watched them teach, judged them, and was ready to mark down even the slightest stutter. Umbridge began making all sorts of changes and rules, in result, students were allowed barely any freedom.

As you up the steps of the common room, you quickly find Luke in a sea of students heading towards the courtyard.

“What’s going on?” You ask him.

He grabs your hand and responds, “Reckon, Umbridge is about to kick out Professor Trelawney.”

“You can’t be serious.” You reply rhetorically as you follow him. You watch as McGonagal comforts Trelawney, before Dumbledore comes out and tells Umbridge she doesn’t have the authority to kick Professor Trelawney out.

“Don’t you all have studying to do?” Dumblore yells. After that, everyone quickly disperses.

“Hey.” You say, grabbing Luke’s shoulders from behind, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and sitting next to him, grabbing some food for breakfast. “What do you say about going to Hogsmeade at noon?”

“Oh, um, I’d love to, you know I would, but I’m…really backed up on homework.” He hesitates.

Skeptically, you reply. “Okay…”

“I’ll catch you later.” He says, pecking your lips quickly and leaves the bench. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you try to comprehend what just happened. For the next few weeks Umbridge disbands all Student Organizations, Societies, Teams, and Clubs, and then she comes up with “Educational Decrees.” Which were absolutely preposterous to you, and normally you would complain to your boyfriend about it, but he’s been quite distant lately. Luke has stood you up or even if he actually shows up, he’s hardly paying attention to you; it’s really getting out of hand.

One night, as you are on your way down to the Slytherin common room, you hear sniffs. As you walk further down the steps you see your housemate, Crabbe, his face wet with tears. You hesitate as you make an attempt to walk back up the stairs, but he turns at the sound of your shoes. You try to fight the cringe and reluctantly sit down next to him.

“Whoever she is, she’s not worth it.” You try to joke, but you swallow your forced chuckle when he turns to you solemnly. You ask, “What’s happened?”

“It’s just…I can’t stop thinking about Diggory’s death.” He mumbles out through his tears. Your breath hitches at the mention of his name.

“Crabbe, we shouldn’t speak of this, you know—”

“I know, Y/n. I try, I try to be proud like you, and Draco, and Goyle, but I can’t. I feel bad, it was so tragic a-a-and scary knowing my father helped Lord Vo–”

A high pitched throat was cleared, cutting off Crabbe.

Shit. Your eyes closed as you cursed again under your breath.

“You two, come with me. You’ll be doing some lines.” Professor Umbridge says before walking down the corridor with you and Crabbe following close behind. As soon as you walk into her classroom she flicks her wand and a two pieces of parchment float to two separate desks. You and Crabbe sit at either desk. “You will write ‘I will not discuss the upsetting events of last year.’

“You haven’t given us ink or a quill.” You say before letting out a sigh.

“So rude, much like your father, you are. You learned it from him I presume, must have.” She remarks before setting an all black quill on your desk and one on Crabbe’s. You clench your jaw tightly, stopping any words that will get you into more trouble.

“A-And the i-ink, P-Professor?” Crabbe stutters.

“You won’t need ink. They’re…special quills.” She lets out a high pitched squeak before walking to her desk.

“How many times must we write this, Professor?” You say with a sick smile.

“Let’s go with ten today, Ms. Y/l/n.” She replies, mirroring your nasty smile. You have to fight off the eye roll and began writing on your parchment, the ink coming out of the very sharp end was curiously bright red. You let out a quiet gasp as you felt a sharp sting on the back of your free hand. The line you had just written appeared, and felt, as though it were slicing through your skin, the pain was almost unbearable and a moment later the skin healed over the words, but remained red. You continued to write and the same thing happened on the same spot, as if it were opening the same wound the more you wrote it. On your eighth line, it began to scar instead of heal. You can hear Crabbe trying to keep his whimpers to a minimum as he writes. You both finish at around the same time and are soon dismissed. You and Crabbe scurried back to the Slytherin common room.

“I hate her.” You growl as you soon as you enter and join your group, who always had a seat by the fire, mainly because the underclassmen were too afraid to take it from you.

“Hate who?” Daphne laughs.

“Umbridge. The damned woman made us do lines with a cursed quill!” You shout, anger still coursing through you, causing a few second years to look over at you before you shoot them a glare and their heads snap back to each other.

“What do you mean a cursed quill?” Draco asks, patting the seat next to him. You gratefully take it and put your hurt hand in his for him to examine, his eyes widen as he sees the words clear as day on your hand.

“She had us doing lines, apparently there’s a rule against talking about Diggory or anything bad that happened last year.” Crabbe grumbles from the floor, holding his hand out so the others can see.

“But how did the lines cut into your hands?” Pansy inquires from next to Blaise.

“Is she even allowed to do that?” Blaise asks.

“She can’t get away with that.” Goyle adds.

“You have to tell someone, like your fathers.” Pansy suggests. “They work with the ministry right?”

You shrug, there’s no way you’re telling your father that you got in trouble for talking about Diggory, it might as well have been a rule at your home too. You and Draco stay in the common room until everyone goes up to the dormitories, and you watch as the fire almost completely died out.

“You’re not supposed to speak of last year, Y/n, what were you thinking?”Draco scolds from beside you, eyes trailing from the fire back to you.

“Crabbe just needed to get some stuff off his chest.” You shrug.

Draco shakes his head and sighs, “You should be getting to bed.”

You nod, feeling drowsy and head up to the girl’s dormitory. The next morning you get dressed, your uniform not neat as us

“What is that?” Luke asks, upset as he holds your hand to see the fading words. You were sitting with him at the end of the Gryffindor table eating breakfast.

You pull your hand away and sigh. “S’nothing.”

“That’s most certainly not nothing! What happened?” He pushes.

“Umbridge caught me and Crabbe talking about Diggory and she made us do lines with a special quill.” You say, adding another shrug.

“You must go to Dumbledore.” He says.

“And what’s he going to do?” You scoff. “Can we just drop this?”

“Do you want to go to Madame Puddifoot’s later?” Luke asked, a bit nervously. Madame Puddifoot’s is the number one place in Hogsmeade for Hogwarts couples to go on dates.

“Oh no, are we going to be one of those couples?” You moaned jokingly at him.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want.” Luke says quickly.

You smirk at him, “of course I want to go.”

“Great, meet me in the courtyard at lunch.” He smiles before whispering, “so I can kiss you properly.”

You blush and laugh as he gives you a quick peck on the cheek before heading off and out of the Great Hall.

“You two are so cute, it makes me sick.” Pansy says as you sit down next to her.

“Quiet.” You warn, half joking as you blush again.

“Better be careful, or Umbridge’ll have you writing lines for being an inch away from a boy.” Daphne says as she mocked Umbridge’s exaggerated rule on girls and boys being no closer than eight inches from each other.

“He just asked me to go to Madame Puddifoot’s with him at lunch.” You state, blushing again.

“I wish I had someone to take me to Madame Puddifoot’s.” Daphne pouts.

“I’d take you.” Goyle pipes in as he passes you on the way out of the Great Hall, pausing as he waited for Daphne’s answer.

“Not even in your wildest dreams.” She replied.

Goyle shrugs. “It was worth a shot.”

At lunch time, while most students headed to the Great Hall, you head to the courtyard, you waited for a while, wondering where Luke might be. You sit on one of the archways, reading the Dark Arts Defence: Basics for Beginners Umbridge has her classes using, the use of actual magic in her class was prohibited. You sigh as you feel an hour has passed and you look up to see if by any chance your boyfriend was running late, but to your avail, he was nowhere to be seen. What made it worse was that almost your whole gang was in the Inquisitorial Squad, so they hardly had time to hang out in the common room, you figured it would be better to just stay where you were.

“Hey, what are you doing all by yourself?” Blaise asks. You look up from your book to see him standing in front of you, you hadn’t even noticed him walk up to you.

“Oh, um, I was waiting for Luke so we could go to Hogsmeade, but I guess he forgot.” You sigh.

“How long have you been waiting?” He asks.

“About an hour and a half.” You reply rather pathetically, only then realizing how upset you truly are.

“Do you still want to go to Hogsmeade? I need to stop in Gladrags, I want some of ‘em socks…you know, the ones that scream when they get too smelly?” He smiles.

You laugh and nod, “Sure. Why not?”

“Maybe we can stop in Honeydukes, you look like you could use some sweets, maybe a bit of butterbeer.” He says, offering a hand to you. You smile and take his hand, before hopping off the bench and placing your book back in your bag. There’s not much talking on the walk over to Hogsmeade, but Blaise strikes up a topic as you reach Honeydukes.

“So where is that boyfriend of yours? I haven’t seen him around you that often.” Blaise asks, holding the door open for you.

You walk in and hesitate when you reply. “I-I don’t know. He’s been absent quite a bit these days.”

“How’s your hand feeling?” He asks, changing the subject as he followed behind you, watching you look at different sweets.

“Better, thanks.” You respond, taking a quick glance back at him.

“Can I see it?” He asks. You nod and show him your hand. He examines it before smirking up at you. “Wicked.”

“What? No it isn’t, you complete lunatic!” You laugh.

After your laughter died down, Blaise speaks again. “Alight, alright. Let’s make a deal, if you can handle eating two Pepper Imps then I will buy you any flavor No-Melt Ice Cream.”

“Oh, you’re on!” You laugh, purchasing your Imps and walking outside. The snow should be of help to you if needed. You take a deep breath and popped the Imps in your mouth and began to chew. Your eyes screwed shut and steam came out of your ears before you opened your mouth, fire coming out and you blew it towards Blaise.

“Hey!” He screamed, tackling you playfully. He grabbed a handful of snow and held it to your mouth. There was some smoke and you coughed a bit before laughing again.

“I haven’t had one of those since I was six.” You say as you sit up. “And now, you owe me some ice cream.”

“I do, don’t I?” He asks quietly, brushing your hair out of your face. Suddenly, you got very serious.

“What was that?” You ask, scooting away and trying to laugh it off.

Blaise shrugs, “Y’just had some hair in your face is all. I couldn’t see your pretty eyes all that well.”

You clear your throat and stand up, brushing the snow off your clothes. “I um…I should start heading back now.”

“I’ll walk you.” Blaise says, standing up as well.

“But your socks, I can handle myself.” You say smirking, trying to diffuse any awkward tension.

“It’s no trouble, honestly.” He insists. You open your mouth to argue, but you close it and sigh before nodding.  As you walk to the front doors, you see the familiar blonde running into the courtyard, as if he just got there. The thought making you angrier than it should’ve, your eyes narrowing at him, his mirroring yours as he spotted Blaise next to you.

“Hey babes, you ready to go to Hogdmeade?” He asks, still panting a little.

“We actually just got back, but maybe next time, you know, if you don’t feel like standing me up again.” You reply, walking back to the Slytherin Common Room with Blaise.

You heard about the attack on Mr. Weasley, you don’t know why, but you were concerned, so you waited until you could catch one of the Weasleys alone. You see Fred and George and figure this was as close as you were going to get.

“Weasleys!” You call out to the twins, who look at each other and hesitantly walk over to you.

“Yes?” George asks.

“I was just wondering how your father was doing?” You asked sincerely.

“Don’t patronize us.” Fred snaps, grabbing George’s shoulder and turning him. But something you say makes the stop abruptly; you say something that surprises even yourself.

“I’m not like them.”

It doesn’t come out as anything more than a whisper, but it seems so loud bouncing off the walls. You’re eyes stay glued to the floor even as they turn to look at you. You breathe deeply and sit down before you look up at them and repeating yourself more clearly. “I’m not like them.”

Fred looks at George and nods. They sit on either side of you.

“Dad will be okay—” George starts before Fred finishes, “—we’re all just glad Harry told Dumbledore as soon as he did, otherwise—”

“He could’ve been a lot worse.” They say in unison. You give them the best smile you could and nod.

“I’m glad to hear he’s alright, honestly.” You say.

“You believe Harry, don’t you?” Fred asks as George clarifies. “About You-Know-Who.”

You sigh and smile. “Have a good night boys, I hope your father a speedy recovery.”

You didn’t let them answer before you head back to your common room. The next day Luke catches you before Potions.

“Hey, I’m sorry about standing you up yester—”

“Are you? Or are you sorry I had to spend it with someone else that might have the slightest interest in me?” You snap.

“Don’t make it about that.” He tries to argue.

“Or what? You’ll break up with me?” You scoff.

“What? No, I just—”

“We’re going to be late.” You cut him off as you walk faster to Snape’s classroom with Luke sputtering out excuses. As you walk into the classroom, Snape glares at Luke.

“That’s five points from Gryffindor for being five minutes late, Hemmings.” Snape says slowly, looking back down at his paper. You quickly sit next to Draco and begin your work.

“But Y/n was late too.” Luke argues.

“She came in before you did.” Snape shrugs.

“But we came in at the same time” Luke tries again.

“Would you like me to add a week of detention?” Snape asks.

“No, sir.” Luke sighs and takes a seat next to Neville.

Things didn’t work out by the time the holidays rolled around, as much as you would’ve liked. Luke sent you numerous letters, but you never replied, how could you? Even if you wanted to, your father had letters being sent in an out so fast, you couldn’t even manage one letter in there. When the holidays ended and you arrived back at Hogwarts, you still avoided Luke for the most part. Bellatrix Lestrange managed to escape Azkaban, of course that Minister blames Sirius Black, but you knew better than that.

In the common room one evening, Draco comes in and sits next to you. He seemed to have the proud aura around him, well, prouder than usual.

“We finally found Potter’s stupid army.” He says, smiling big.

“What stupid army?” You ask.

“There was speculation about Potter raising an army for Dumbledore and we’ve finally busted them. They’ve been meeting, using magic and stuff, all the Gryffindors, some Ravenclaws and some Hufflepuffs are in it. Umbridge is making them do lines.” He says excitedly. No wonder Luke has been standing you up, no wonder he’s been distant. You just can’t believe he wouldn’t tell you about this. The next morning, you see Luke approaching you out of the corner of your eye.

“Hey.” Luke says timidly.

“Hey.” You reply, your eyes not leaving the pages of your copy of The Daily Prophet.

“I’m assuming you’ve heard…and now you know why I haven’t been able to spend as much time with you.” He explains before confessing, “I just don’t want you to be angry with me anymore.”

“I’m not angry about you standing me up anymore, Luke. I’m angry because you didn’t tell me. Don’t you trust me?” You ask, hurt evident in your voice.

“Of course I do, sweetheart, it’s just we kind of signed this thing. It was kind of like this sworn secrecy.” He says, “You have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you, Y/n, it was killing me to know you were so mad at me.”

After ‘Dumbledor’s Army’ was discovered, Dumbledore disappeared, making Umbridge headmaster. The whole castle was stripped of any painting or picture, the walls were completely bare. You decided to forgive Luke, seeing as you really couldn’t stay mad at him for trying to learn to defend himself, something your father taught you to do many years ago, for safety reasons unknown to you at the time. You decide to wait for Luke as he does his lines, along with the rest of Dumbledore’s Army. Fred and George finish somewhat earlier than the rest and they walk out of the corridor holding their left hands.

“Hurts doesn’t it?” You whisper.

“Like a bitch.” They reply.

“You know, we’ve been thinking of getting back at her.” George whispers.

“Any suggestions?” Fred inquires.

You purse your lips as you think, before smirking at the idea. “Don’t you two have a knack for fireworks?”

They mirror a smirk before Fred responds, “As a matter of fact we do.”

You could already see the ideas running through their heads. Luke walks out then, looking at you with that adorable confused look. You grab his hand and walk a bit down the hall before turning back to the twins, “Make her pay.”

It was the day of your OWLS and all that can be heard throughout the classroom was the clock pendulum swinging back and forth with a loud swoosh. That is until you hear a loud bang from outside the closed door. Almost every student turns to look at the door, and it’s silent before another loud bang sounds and now everyone is looking at the door. Umbridge, upset, walks quickly to the door and opens it. A fire work buzzes in her face before twisting around and popping into the classroom. You bite your lip to control your laugh. Silence takes over again and Umbridge looks so confused as she walks a bit more out of the corridor. Suddenly, Fred and George fly in, tossing everyone’s papaers in the air and throwing fireworks everywhere, one in particular chasing Crabbe before flying too close to Goyle’s face and then almost slams into Draco, but he ducks before it has the chance to, but it did manage to capture the terrified look on his face. You squeal out a fit of laughter, clutching your stomach as you watch it all. Then, they throw a large cone shaped firework up and a massive dragon forms, it begins to chase Umbridge and snaps down when she’s fully into its mouth, the rest of the firework break all the plaques with her rules, all of them crashing down off the walls. Everyone cheered and ran out into the courtyard as a giant firework ‘W’ popped in the sky. You clapped for the boys and heard Luke hooting alongside you.

The next day, there was news. News you thought wouldn’t be out for a while. ‘Voldemort is Back’ was on all news papers. You heard about Sirius’ death, you were a bit sad; the world was still uneducated about his innocence, but you knew, you knew he was a good man, and you knew he did not die in vain. Draco’s father was sent to Azkaban and left to see his mother the second he heard of the news, in a way, you were glad he left so soon, you wouldn’t know what to say to him. After the end of the year feast Fred and George approach you.

“So how was that—” Fred starts and George finished, “for making her pay?”

“I think she learned her lesson. Job very well done, boys, I am thoroughly impressed.” You reply honestly.

“Well, we shall see you next year.” George says and Fred bows, “Have a good summer M’Lady.”

“The same goes for you two. Be careful out there.” You say with a smile, but they nod, fully understanding the graveness of your warning. As you walk towards the train with your truck dragging along behind you and Smudgesnout’s cage in the other.

“Y/n!” You hear the wonderfully familiar voice call out. You halt and turn, watching him drag his trunk quickly as he catches up to you.

“Luke.” You smile as he stops in front of you. You watch Jack pass, still giving you a glare. Luke shakes his head at his brother before turning to you again.

“I um…I need to tell you something, it’s about us…or rather about the way I feel towards you.” “It’s a bit awkward and it’s been growing ever since I first laid eyes on you. You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met and I can’t believe that you’re actually mine sometimes and I don’t care if it’s too soon or whatever, but I think about you all the time, and I think…I think I’m in love with you.” He says quickly. You were shocked, completely blindsided here, your mouth was opening and closing as you tried to find the words to say. “Please say something.”

You gasped in a breath as all your feelings came rushing into your stomach, you didn’t know what to do, the only noise that came out of your mouth was a laugh. You knew you loved Luke, you’ve known for quite some time now, but you weren’t the best at sharing your feelings. Luke looked hurt at you laughing, so you quickly placed Smudgesnout’s cage on the ground and wrapping your arms around Luke’s neck. “I think I love you too, Luke.”

“You do?” Luke asked, surprised. You laugh again and nod. Luke’s mouth spread into a wide smile as he leaned down to kiss you, your lips slotting together perfectly. This kiss was the most passionate one you’ve shared, the most love induced kiss you’ve ever had. You pull away first and rest your forehead against Luke’s.

“I’m going to miss you this summer. Will you still write me, even if I can’t reply?” You ask, looking up at him.

“Of course I will, darling.” He replies, pecking your lips once more. Just then, the train whistle blew, snapping you both back to reality. You quickly grab Smugesnout’s cage and your truck, both you and Luke giggling as you run to catch the train.


A/N: Holy shit! It’s been too long. I am so, so, so sorry for the wait and I really hope it lived up to your expectations. I want to thank you all for being so patient with me. Part 6 coming soon!

Also, this is what Smudgesnout would look like, except all black on the body and that white smudge on the nose.

“Amortentia.”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Requests: Could you write something with Hermione Granger where her and the reader are best friends, but Hermione has a HUGE crush on her and everyone knows but the reader is oblivious even though she feels the same.

Words: 998

(Requests are open for girl x girl and drabbles!)

Originally posted by hogwartsisthebest

The corridors of Hogwarts were bustling with excited kids all heading towards the Great Hall after their day of classes. You shuffled along the groups of First Years and smiled making eye contact with Hermione. Her face went flushed as you walked towards her, she elbowed Ron and whispered, “Ronald, move!” “What? Why me!?” Ron groaned and held his ribs where Hermione had hurt him. You smiled and shook your head, “No, Ron don’t move. I can sit with Harry here.” Harry scooted over to give you enough room on the bench, Hermione internally groaned. She hated when you sat anywhere else but next to her, in classes, at meals even in the train ride over. Soon you four were immersed in conversation, scooping and serving yourselves with Hogwart’s finest food. “I can’t believe Snape’s got us writing a four-page essay on bloody Amortentia. Like I could give a bloody-” “Ron, mind your language!” Hermione hissed, elbowing him again. You and Harry laughed at your silly friends, “Well, actually I agree with Ron. Snape’s been absolutely destroying me. I can’t seem to understand anything.” You groaned and moved some mashed potatoes around on your plate. “I can help you, (Y/N). Let’s go to the library after dinner, or now. Or whenever you want. I can help.” Hermione stammered making Harry and Ron smirk. It would be obvious to even a blind person that Hermione was head over heels in love with you, but you were as oblivious as a thimble. “Yeah, I’d really like that. Thanks Mione.” She blushed and waved it off. Ron cocked his eyebrow, “Well I reckon I need help too. Y’know maybe a few snogs or-” before poor Ron could register what he said Hermione dug her elbow back into his ribs.


After dinner the four of you headed to the library to find a small study table. With all the books Hermione had the boys had to sit at another table, quite ‘unfortunate’ as Hermione put it. The boys sat at another table across the library, peering at the two of you study. You had a concentrated look furrowed on your eyebrows as you wrote quickly on the piece of parchment. Hermione glanced over and was hypnotized at your focus. You looked at her and quickly she turned her head to look at the book in front of her. Both of you bit your lip and flushed red before turning back to your homework. “Wait, Mione don’t move.” She froze, you reached out with your finger to swipe away an eyelash that had fallen astray. “Make a wish.” Hermione glanced from your finger and to your eyes before closing her own and blowing a small wind. She wished she could kiss you, hold you, be anything other than best friends.


“God, are they back at it again?” Ginny plopped next to her brother and Harry. Harry nodded watching his two best friends fall in love. “You’d think they’d be snogging each other in every corridor they could. But no!” Ron rolled his eyes at his sister’s remark but agreed nonetheless you were oblivious to how Hermione felt and she was oblivious to how you felt.


“Can anyone tell me why the scent of Amortentia varies from person to person. Ms (Y/L/N)?” You gulped at Snape’s condescending tone and shyly looked at Hermione giving you a thumbs up,You let out an anxious breath of air, your heart was beating frantically in your chest. You couldn’t breathe and sure you were going to pass out before Hermione locked her fingers with yours. She gave you a squeeze of reassurance before you answered, “I uh. Because it is based on what that particularly person likes? Like it can smell like a person or different things?” Snape gritted his teeth, “5 points to Gryffindor.” She squeezed your hand once more and gave you a proud smile. “Amortentia is the strongest love potion in all of the wizarding world. Ms (Y/L/N) spoke about the scent differing between people, so smell.” Everyone smelt the potion and described what they had smelled til it was your turn. You took a long big whiff before closing your eyes and smiling, “Fresh parchment, books from the library, cinnamon and perfume…” Hermione leaned forwards, “Sweet fresh flowers, old sweaters, rain and salted caramel.” The four of your returned back to your table, you gasped and sneezed. “Need a tissue?” Hermione handed you a tissue and swiftly moved back your stray hairs that had come out of your ponytail. “Yes, thank you. Seems like the Amortentia is still in my nose.” You chuckled and wiped your nose, “Are you sure? I don’t quite smell it anymore. It actually seemed to wear off after I stepped away from the cauldron.” Harry teased. “No no, I swear I still smell it. How can you not?” Ron snickered “Maybe it’s just someone who smells like fresh parchment.” Ron nudged Hermione closer to you. You looked from your parchment to Harry then to Ron then finally to Hermione before it clicked. The three of them began writing down their observations from the Amortentia; you swallowed your pride and took a chance, “Well ‘Mione you know I love the smell of your perfume you’ve worn since 2nd year but have you also been doused Amortentia too because you smell of cinnamon and the oldest books of the library. Hm, must be a coincidence.” You nonchalantly said before continuing your work. The trio froze at your announcement before bursting out into laughter. You quickly gathered your belongings before exiting the potions room along with your friends. “For once, I’d like no extra work from Snape. Just once!” Ron groaned, “Ever bloody wonder what his Amortentia smells like? Old crows? Sour milk?” The group chimed in laughter. Small fingers laced through Hermione’s hand giving her a tight squeeze. Hermione sent you a sheepish grin, it seemed like courage swept through her body in a quick bolt because before she and anyone else in the corridor knew it she tilted her head and kissed her best friend.

patroclusau  asked:

All of your posts about cute government boy have got me thinking about a wolfstar au where they're both in college and they're taking the same chemistry class or something and sirius cannot pay attention because there's this beautiful boy with soft brown eyes, an oversized sweater, and a beanie pulled over his wavy hair and sirius is SO WEAK and he blogs about it on Tumblr like "cute chem boy bit his lip today and i swear i died a little" i can't stop thinking about it!!! pining boys!! i'm sad!!

My god, okay I’m writing this rn (also it got really long ok)

  • It’s kind of a spur of the moment decision when Sirius enrolls in the Biology 101 course
  • But he’s so fucking glad he did
  • Because in that same class, sitting not even ten feet in front of him, is the boy
  • And Sirius is a mess
  • He knows it’s only too obvious that he’s constantly staring, bottom lip bitten raw and eyes watering when he forgets to blink
  • The boy’s name is Remus, he notices after the first few classes, but Sirius just calls him “Cute Biology Boy”
  • And Sirius is pining over Cute Biology Boy
  • He’s always taking note of what color beanie he’s wearing and if it corresponds to the sweater that always looks like it’s three sizes too big
  • And his hair
  • Sirius wants his own fists in that hair
  • The boy’s nearly always wearing tight pants, but his sweaters are almost always covering his ass, so Sirius can’t really get a good look at it
  • It’s no better when the boy wears sweatpants either
  • But the first time Sirius watches Cute Biology Boy stand up from his seat, sweater having ridden up while he sat, Sirius outright groaned in the middle of class
  • Sirius takes note of his hands, always clasped around either a book or a pencil and many times covered with the sleeves of the sweaters he wears
  • They were big and they looked so soft and Sirius wanted to hold one
  • Sirius often turns to strangers on the internet for advice, typing out long, elaborate character summaries of the boy he doesn’t even know, really
  • But his followers still give him support and advice regardless
  • Some days Sirius scolds himself for how he’s feeling, arguing inside his own head about how he doesn’t need a relationship to have a happy life
  • But god dammit he fucking want one
  • And so he prepares to talk to the boy
  • He casually writes up a post on his blog before class starts, “Should I talk to the cute biology boy today?”
  • The responses he immediately gets almost have him falling out of his seat
  • He spends that entire class period alternating his attention between his phone, the teacher, and Cute Biology Boy
  • And when class ends, he chickens out
  • The next week, he tries again
  • Towards the end of the class, he thinks he has what he wants to say down
  • And so when the class ends, he shuffles up to the boy and is ready to ask about the book he was reading, but then he panicked and paused
  • The boy was looking at him patiently, but he seemed to be bored, or just eager to leave
  • “Did you catch what she said the mitochondria do? IthinkImissedit,” he said quickly, eyes wide
  • The boy’s patient frown turned into a small, questioning smirk
  • “We’re learning about genetics, actually,” he said
  • And Sirius nearly fainted
  • Because not only did the boy just talk to him
  • But his voice was deep, man, and Sirius was such a sucker for deep voices
  • Until he registered what the boy had actually said to him, and he promptly flushed red and rushed out of the room
  • He knows his face must look like he’s having war flashbacks when he enters his next class, and his friend James wastes no time in pointing it out to him
  • Sirius wasn’t quite ready to tell James what happened, so he blogged about it
  • Again, lots of support and advice
  • And by the end of his next class, he was feeling a lot less embarrassed about it
  • Still, the next time he has a class with Cute Biology Boy, he avoids the boy’s gaze at all costs
  • Even though during this class and the following week’s classes, the boy has turned his chair to face the side, so he could glance at both the board and at Sirius
  • Until finally, Sirius has had enough of making awkward eye contact with the boy when he’s trying to stare and pine in peace, thank you very much
  • So without even thinking about it, after class, Sirius is blocking the boy’s path again
  • The boy is looking at him expectantly again, but Sirius doesn’t let that sway him
  • “Okay, so maybe I don’t really pay attention in class that much, but it’s not really my fault since you’re sitting right in bloody front of me. And maybe I haven’t taken any notes in this class since the first day because I always get distracted by your damn beanies and tight pants and your big hands and your golden brown ha–” Sirius pauses, briefly
  • Anyway, I just wanted an excuse to talk to you and it’s just my luck that whatever came out of my mouth sounded incredibly uneducated, which is probably such a turn off for you since I see you reading those books all the time and I bet you take pristine notes in class and by the way if you’d loan those to me before the final, it would probably help me out a lot but the point is that I need some coffee and I want you to come get some with me”
  • And the words just kept tumbling out of his mouth
  • He sucked in a deep breath and then continued, before the boy could utter anything
  • “And I want you to know that it’s okay if you reject me and that I’ll still be getting that coffee, but I’d much rather have some company and maybe a snog in the library and I’m not going to be ashamed of asking even if you do say no.”
  • With that, Sirius didn’t even wait for an answer and strode out of the classroom
  • His mouth was rather dry and as soon as he stepped into the hallway, he thought he might cry
  • But he tried to keep his head held high as he walked toward the parking lot, not really feeling like attending the rest of his classes for the day
  • And he’s almost sighing in relief when he feels a hand gripping his shoulder, not making him turn but rather put there comfortingly while they both walked together
  • “You know, I think I need a cup of coffee too” Cute Biology Boy said
  • Sirius’s grin was small, but very visible
  • The boy continued, “Actually, I rather think we should start with the snog in the library”
  • Sirius gaped at him, but tugged him into the nearest building anyway
  • The library was all the way across campus, but they figured an empty classroom would do
Happy Halloween, Brothers Mine (TMR)

(warnings: No confused Thomas in the spotlight!!111!)

  • WCKD, for some reason no Glader ever bothered to question, sent heaps of weirdly faultless costumes and mountains (literally) of chocolate every year around October
  • The Gladers, of course, remembered what Halloween was, but not where they had celebrated it or who with
  • Newt especially wore this amused look when the box came up this time of year, because it looked colorful and uncanny and oddly reminiscent of something he remembered as home
  • Minho and Gally always had fights about who gets the scariest costume 
  • Newt, when everyone had taken the costume they liked most, reached out to the very bottom of the box where the creators always, always left the very special Peter Pan costume for him    
  • It was definitely not secretly put there by a rebellious young boy named Thomas, who enjoyed watching his favorite character (or first crush???) played by this cute blonde boy
  • (Shut up, Teresaaaa I don’t like himmmmm)  
  • Newt didn’t know who Peter Pan was, but he loved green and felt pretty in the outfit. Minho and Alby and literally the whole population of the Glade agreed.
  • Newt did not blush under the attention
  • Nope, not at all
  • Alby liked being the captain of the sea, a pirate with mounds of fake gold and jewels. He liked to wear a patch on one eye and hold a bottle rum in one hand
  • (Alby! You’re underage! Where did you even get that!)
  • “Yo ho ho!” He said. “I’ll ravish all your shucky asses if I don’t see ya gettin’ klunk done!”
  • (He didn’t, obviously, everyone knew how much he despised anything remotely sexual)
  • Frypan dressed up as Santa, awarding the Gladers with self-made chocolate and cookies for little favors like passing him the water jug
  • Winston was the lion, catching new animals to slaughter by hand (much to everyone’s horror and disgust)
  • Minho always won the werewolf costume off of Gally, leaving the other boy no choice but to be the pale skinned, slender vampire which was the next best thing
  • (Lads, I thought vampires and werewolves were supposed to want to gouge each other’s eyes out.  Maybe stop snogging??? out in the deadheads?? to, you know, maybe get a bit more into character-“)
  • Zart would be the grasshopper, hopping around the glade
  • (Mostly to scare the shit out of Gally. It was quite a sight to watch a guy  that big jump five feet in the air when poked randomly by a monstrous green leg)
  • Jeff and Clint dressed up as doctors straight out of nightmares, weird masks and instruments and all (every Glader avoided acquiring even the slightest of scratches on Halloween- they would rather jump off the cliff than be examined by those things)
  • (Clint had insisted they make this a regular thing, to avoid their precious babies from getting hurt, if only for fear)
  • Halloween was a happy time in the Glade, the time where everyone felt like they belonged, and maybe this was their home, after all
Live a Little {Sirius x Reader}

Request: Hi I just found your blog! Could you do a one shot about a young Sirius Black? Like he takes the reader out on a date one night and they have to sneak around so they don’t get caught? Maybe they even get the invisibility cloak from James? Thanks! -  @elegantharmonynight

Warnings: Swearing

“Sirius, be quiet. We’re going to get caught,” you giggled excitedly, you didn’t really care if you got caught but you were walking past McGonagalls office and weren’t sure if she was in or not.

“Come on babe, it’s midnight. We’re not going to get caught!” Sirius assured you, pulling you closer to him under the invisibility cloak.

“And what if we do?” You whispered, your lips brushing against his ear softly as you moved closer. You smirked triumphantly when you heard an almost inaudible gasp escape his lips.

“We won’t,” He muttered breathlessly before pulling you flush up against him smirking cheekily down at you, you gasped at the sudden movement.

“Sirius?” You asked, staring up into the pools of grey that never failed to capture your undivided attention whenever you looked into them. 

“You thought you could get away with that, did you love?” Sirius asked huskily, those eyes boring into you; filled with hunger and longing.

“I can get away with anything,” You said cheekily, as you leaned in, watching as Sirius closed his eyes in anticipation for the kiss how was expecting. However, instead of complying you ducked from underneath his arm and ran out of the invisibility cloak and down the stairs onto the next corridor.

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💋‍ International Kissing Day 💋‍
  • *Bart's lab*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Sherlock: *typing on his laptop* Oh.
  • Molly: *distracted* What?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* The day *turns the laptop to show her his webpage, displaying 'International Kissing Day'*
  • Molly: *shrugs* So?
  • Sherlock: *shaking his head* Whatever are we to do?
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *slowly* ...to honour this day.
  • Molly: *still working*
  • Sherlock: *drumming his fingers* What to do, what to do...
  • Molly: *giggles* Well, if it helps, I think John and Mary are off somewhere honouring it enough for-
  • Sherlock: *leans over and kisses her*
  • Molly: *blushes*
  • Sherlock: *smug* you were saying?
  • Molly: *squeaks* N-nothing.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE mangoapplepie. I can’t wait to come celebrate with you and have another sleepover. I’ll take any excuse to sleep in your bed again ;) Here’s a 6th year Wolfstar picfic drabble! Enjoy!

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Sirius laughed as he heard Remus groan behind him. He pointed his wand at the small fire and it flared warmer. “You alive there, Moony?”

“Oh shut it, Pads,” Remus grumbled. “Shit, have I been out long?”

“Only a few minutes, actually. I don’t blame you, I am quite exhausting.” A stick flew and hit him in the back of his head. “Hey!” Sirius crawled back over to his sort-of-secret-boyfriend and cuddled up next to his body. They were laying naked in a grassy patch deep in the Forbidden Forest. The few chances they got to do the full moon without the other boys, they loved to fool around after the transformation finished. Something about being dogs together just riled them up, plus, it was the best way to bring Remus back into himself. If James and Peter hadn’t noticed yet, they would soon. Sirius reached up to wipe the blood off a small gash across his lover’s nose. Sighing, Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius and pulled him close. Almost immediately, Remus pushed him away and sat up.

“You didn’t tell me you were hurt,” he said accusingly. Sirius shrugged and muttered, “It’s nothing,” as Remus moved around to examine him.
Remus ran his fingers lightly across the deep scratches on Sirius’ back. “Damn it,” he whispered. “Siri, I’m sorry." 

Sirius turned around to look at him and cupped his jaw. "Moony, it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. You know it’ll heal as soon as we get back to the castle and use the salve. I don’t mind giving the wolf something to fight with. In fact, you know I love it.”

While biting his lip worriedly, Remus let boyfriend nuzzle his jaw. “I’m still sorry, I hate that you have to-” Sirius cut him off with a kiss, sucking softly on his bruised lips. Remus relaxed into his touch, and when they finally pulled apart, he had a smile on his face again.

Leaning over, Sirius plucked a pack of Muggle cigarettes out of their pile of clothes. Although Remus generally disapproved of smoking, enjoying one after the full moon was a bit of a guilty pleasure. He lit them each one with a flick of his wand and after a long drag, Remus asked, “So how did you get James to let you come without him?”

Sirius grinned. “I convinced him that someone should stay with Peter, considering it’s our fault he wound up in the Hospital Wing. Madame Pomfrey instisted he stay over night, and since James was the one who got the bloody spell wrong, I told him it should be him. Honestly though, I’m pretty sure he’s figured us out.”

“Well, we haven’t exactly been hiding it. We just haven’t been obvious. Maybe we should snog in front of them in the morning and see what happens.”

“They’d probably exchange Galleons,” Sirius snorted. “I wouldn’t put it past them to bet on us getting together.”

Remus hesitated for a moment before continuing with the thought he’d been holding back for months. “What about falling in love? Do you think they’d bet on that?” Sirius’ eyes widened, and Remus watched the reflection of the embers dancing in his boyfriend’s eyes, holding his breath for a response.

“Moony…I fucking love you. I can’t believe I haven’t said it yet. It just felt like…like you already knew. I think I’ve always loved you.” Remus’ face lit up, and Sirius thought he would never get enough of this beautiful man.

“I love you so much, Siri. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Remus was murmuring now while caressing his lover’s face, and Sirius leaned into his touch. They stayed like that for a while before Remus spoke up again. “Do you think we should head back now?”

Sirius wrapped an arm around Remus’ waist and pulled him back onto the grass. “Five more minutes,” he declared, Vanishing their cigarette butts and tangling their legs together. The fire had died out, but neither wizard noticed. They were blanketed by the moonlight, embraced by the trees, and protected by their love.

anonymous asked:

AU with fremione. Literally anything to do with them getting together, anything.

Literally anything? That’s too much power….

Fred’s feet hurt, he was losing his voice, and he was pretty sure he snogged Angelina a few times in the middle of a dance. To him, these were all signs of a successful Yule Ball. He was currently sitting in the Common Room, stretched out on one of the more cozier couches as George was sitting on the floor.

“And remember that bloke from Durmstrang who almost fought Kenny?” George asked. A lot happened during the Yule Ball that Fred didn’t exactly remember. He and George were able to slip out of Hogwarts into Hogsmead using the secret passage way and were able to find some firewhiskey. They shared among their friends, but that didn’t stop the two of them from drinking most of it. Now hours after the Yule Ball, they were both tired and a little bit drunk and thought everything was hilarious. “Man, Fred, that bloke was mad. Poor Kenny, though, right?”

“Mmhmm,” replied Fred, his head buzzing. He then asked for the fourth time that night, “Did I snog Angelina? I can’t remember. I think I did, though. If I did I hope she doesn’t take it the wrong way.”

George laughed and replied, “I don’t know, Feorge, but trust me, if you did snog her, she won’t take it the wrong way. She knows you guys are friends. Now if we’re talking about snogging, did you hear Alicia dare me and Lee to snog?”

Fred blinked stupidly. “No. Did you?”

“No idea,” replied George throwing his hands in air. Sighing deeply, George grabbed a pillow off the seat and laid down. “I’m tired.”

And before Fred could reply, George was asleep. Fred sat there watching his twin for a bit when he heard someone come down the stairs. He looked up and saw Hermione on the bottom step looking over at Fred and George.

“I thought I heard voices,” she said tentatively. “Why are you two up so late? And why is George asleep on the floor?”

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