potions room

room cleansing spray

hey y'all!! so i made this a while ago but i never got the chance to post about it so here we go!

basically, this is just a simple potion i made to cleanse my room since i don’t always have the time or energy to do a big ritual

things you’ll need:
- spray bottle
- moon water
- salt
- lavender (either the actual herb or essential oil, i just used the oil because it was all i currently had)
- any other herbs or essential oils that you desire (i think rosemary would work well)

how to make it:
there’s two ways to do this, you can either boil the moon water in a pot and then add the lavender, salt, and whatever else you want to the mixture, then let it cool and bit and pour it into the spray bottle. the other method is just putting the water, salt, and lavender/other herbs straight into the bottle and shake to mix.

  • McGonagall: *walking down the hallways at Hogwarts*
  • *a distant explosion is heard from the potions room*
  • McGonagall: I just hope for a day where a first year doesn't blow up the classroom

anonymous asked:

hey would you ever do a "what if harry potter had been a girl" story? or a trans girl? i don't know how much gender would change things except other people's perceptions but...

Hermione went to the library, when Harry first confided in her. Whatever the faculty, the administration, or the Ministry believed or didn’t believe, the Hogwarts library gave the children what they needed and always would.

Hermione came back with books and books on gender in wizarding history, on the spells and words wizards had used for centuries or decades or mere years, and she and Harry bent their heads together and figured out what words Harry felt best told her story. From her hometown library, after that first summer, Hermione brought back memoirs and brightly-colored pamphlets that Harry read through instead of finishing her Potions homework.

When Harry looked in the Mirror of Erised, she still saw her mother, her father, all her gathered, lost kin. The specter of her father gathered up her hands in his. Her mother pushed back the long dark hair Petunia had always made her cut short and she called her beautiful.

When she looked into it again, after Devil’s Snare and winged keys, giant chess and Ron lying prone on the floor, Hermione wringing her eleven year old hands in the potion riddle room– When Harry looked into the Mirror again, she saw herself, just herself. The girl in the mirror winked and smiled and slipped the Stone in Harry’s pocket. No matter what other wishes and want laid on her narrow shoulders, at the end of the day the thing Harry wanted most was to help. Harry brushed one hand over the lump of rock in her robe pocket, and then brushed her other over her mess of hair, which was feet shorter than the girl in the mirror’s.

She woke up in the hospital wing, bedside table piled high with candy.

Once Harry and Hermione had sussed out between them what the words were for what was going on here, they had explained it to Ron. Harry didn’t come out to anyone else until partway through second year, though, at the height of the Heir of Slytherin nonsense.

She was fed up, then. She just wanted to be left alone, and this wouldn’t help with that, but they were all already staring. Keeping this to herself felt like a vice around her chest. Hogwarts was supposed to be better.

After, Ron came almost to blows with anyone who goggled or sniffed or rolled their eyes. Seamas learned to swallow his tongue. Draco Malfoy didn’t. Hermione wrote up an explanatory note about appropriate pronouns in her best penmanship and then copied it with flicks of her wand. With Harry’s embarrassed permission, she gave it to every professor Harry had or would ever have.

Colin Creevey stopped her in the Great Hall with a tug on her sleeve. She turned, shoulders rising, and the kid said in his piping voice, “You’re still my hero.”

That was better than it could have been, but she wasn’t sure she liked the “still.”

Peeves, though he was nasty about everything else–ickle firsties and orphan girls–got it immediately. For all six years of her Hogwarts tenure, he dropped water balloons on the heads of anyone who misgendered her. Professor Binns never quite figured it out, but he didn’t know any student’s name. Nearly Headless Nick gallantly and somewhat awkwardly called her lady and tried to hold open doors for her, despite the fact that he couldn’t open them.

Snape called Harry “Mr. Potter” for all seven years that he was in Harry’s life. Around year three, Ron stopped counting the detentions he got for his increasingly sarcastic responses to this.

The whispers about the Heir of Slytherin grew louder and louder, keeping pace with “Uh, I thought it was the Boy Who Lived?” Fred and George Weasley took it upon themselves to walk Harry to and from class when they could, talking loudly enough to drown everything out.

Then Hermione got Petrified and the Heir whispers stopped abruptly. Harry, if she hadn’t been busy with Ron trading off reading their assigned textbooks aloud to Hermione in the infirmary, might have felt gratified that the whole school knew how much this bushy-haired kid meant to her. Alright, so they thought she might murder Muggleborns with a mysterious monster, or sic a snake on her opponent in a dueling club? But they knew she wouldn’t hurt Hermione for anything.

In the Chamber, she met Tom Riddle. He was supposed to be her mirror, though she didn’t quite know that yet. He was supposed to be her shadow, the chain around her ankle, the other half (or another eighth) of her story and his soul.

Ginny had been trying to speak for months– to tell someone, to open the diary and the bag under her bed full of chicken-blood-stained robes and to thrust them into the light. But Percy had shushed her, all his assumptions orbiting his own importance to her story. The teachers had patted her on the head. She had been frightened, eleven years old with Tom whispering in her ear, guiding her hands.

Harry had been trying to speak for years– to explain to someone the way she did not feel like Dudley, like Vernon, like the boys in the locker room at school. Hermione had listened. Hermione had given her books and books of people who felt like her. Ron had listened, and taught her wizard’s chess, and kicked Draco in the shins.

But here Harry was, standing alone– a red-haired lump at her feet, dark robes sodden with moldy water. Hermione was frozen. Ron was trapped behind a rock fall and Tom was pacing, gloating, glowing. Ginny was breathing. Ginny had to be breathing. Harry was going to save her. She had to, because no one had listened to the kid, not even Harry.

The phoenix tears left no scars on Harry’s arm. Riddle, the Chamber, the life going out of her, everything that had happened in that long year– none of it left scars on Ginny, or at least none that anyone could see.

When Harry got back to 4 Privet Drive that summer, she suffered through Aunt Petunia’s annual hair cut and then she curled up with Hedwig and wrote a letter. She wrote about the Muggle candies she missed when at Hogwarts, and how her cousin thought she was weird for being excited about summer homework. She asked Ginny how she was.

Ginny wrote back after a long week. She didn’t answer the question, but she wrote about helping Dad on the car, about the apple harvest coming, and Fred and George playing pranks on the ghoul in the attic.

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I Think I’m in Love With My Tutor  (Newt x Ravenclaw!Reader)

**Not my gif**

Request:  Heyyyy!!!! First ilysm, second, can you do a newt x ravenclaw! reader and she is forced to tutor him for his bad subjects but they end up liking each other!! FLUFFY PLZTAHNK YOU - @just-a-bit-odd


You were Y/N L/N, one of the brightest Ravenclaws at Hogwarts.  The top in all your classes and well-liked by your teachers and peers.

It was the end of your potions class.  You neatly tucked your book and quills into your bag and were on your way out the door, but your professor stopped you.

“Miss L/N?”

“Yes, professor?”

“It appears one of my Hufflepuff students has been struggling with his work.  If he fails my class, he’ll have to take it again.”

“And what do you need me for?” you questioned.

“Since you’re one of the best students, I figured you could tutor him.  I’ll gladly give you some extra credit for it, though I’m sure you don’t need it.

“Lovely.  Who is this boy?”

“Newt Scamander.”

Your mind starting racing.  Oh Merlin.  The adorable Hufflepuff with the freckles and always smells like cinnamon but no one knows why?  The one that loves nothing more than magical beasts and creatures?

“Miss L/N?”

You snapped out of your daze.  “What?  Oh–uh–yes, of course I’ll tutor him.”

“Thank you.  He tends to daydream during class.  Once he nearly dropped his baby bowtruckle… oh what’s its name… Stickett?  Kickett?  Something like that.  Starting tomorrow you will meet in the library an hour before dinner,” your professor finished.  

You nodded.  “I won’t let you down, professor.  But there is one more thing I need.”

“And what is that?”

“Could you write me a late pass?”

**Time skip to next day**

Your potions books were neatly stacked in your arms as you quickly made your way to the library.  You were very eager to see Newt, even though you were pretty sure he had never heard of you.

You are not going to make a fool out of yourself, Y/N!  You thought to yourself.

You kicked open the library door since you were holding books, which earned you a lovely “SHH!” and a stern glare from Madam Pince.  You flinched and mouthed a quick “sorry” and walked behind a bookshelf out of her sight to the table where you saw Newt sitting.  He appeared to be talking quietly to a tiny, green stick-like creature.

You set your books down, causing him to rapidly look up and the creature to scramble and bury himself in Newt’s breast pocket.

“O-oh, hello.  I didn’t see you there,” Newt said.

You smiled.  “I’m sorry I startled you and your… uh…  pet?”

Newt cocked his head and then realized what you were talking about.  “Oh!  That’s Pickett, my bowtruckle.  He has some attachment issues.”  Pickett popped his head out of Newt’s pocket at the sound of his name.  

“He’s quite adorable,” you replied, observing the bowtruckle.

The little bowtruckle made a tiny squeaking noise as to say “thank you.”

Newt smiled in the cutest, dorkiest way possible.  No one had ever complimented his creatures before.  “He likes you.”

“I would hope so,” you said.  “Now let’s get started on your studies, Newt.”

Newt all of a sudden flushed a deep shade of red.  “Uh… what if I told you I didn’t know your name…?”

You chuckled.  “No need to be embarrassed.  It’s Y/N L/N.”

“That’s very pretty…,” he whispered under his breath thinking you couldn’t hear him.

“What?  Did you say my name is pretty?”

Newt’s eyes got unbelievably large and his cheeks unbelievably pink.  “What?  Oh–uh–no!  I mean it is–but–!”

You cut him off with a giggle.  “It’s fine!  Don’t beat yourself up.”

Newt looked utterly relieved.

“So, shall we begin?”


You spent the next hour going over potion basics with Newt.

“Okay.  How long does it take to brew polyjuice potion?”

Newt knit his eyebrows.  “Isn’t it… ten minutes to twelve hours?” Newt answered

sounding unsure.

“Well… you’re close.  That’s how long the effects last.  To brew the actual potion takes one month,” you corrected in a kind tone.

“Sorry… potions has never been my best subject.”

“Don’t apologize.  Care of magical creatures has never been my best subject,” you said, trying to make him feel better.  “But I need to know this in order to help you learn.  Do you really just not understand potions at all or do you just not pay attention?”

Newt thought for a moment and then turned a light shade of crimson.  “I guess a bit of both…?”

Hearing this, Pickett popped out of his pocket and whacked Newt’s face with his slim, green twig-like arm before ducking back down.

“Newt.” You spoke in a stern tone.

He sighed.  “Fine!  I don’t pay attention… it’s not interesting to me.”

You nodded.  “I understand, but it’s important if you want to pass your N.E.W.T.S. and graduate.  It’d be kind of sad if you fail a test that literally has your name in it.  But that’s why I’m here, to make sure you ace it.”  You glanced at the dusty old clock on the wall.  It was time for dinner.  “Well, we ought to get going to the Great Hall.  Same time tomorrow?”

Newt nodded.  “Yes.  Thank you, Y/N.  For tutoring an idiot like me.”

“Newt!  Don’t say that to yourself.  By the time N.E.W.T.S. roll around, you’ll be a pro with potions.”

You closed your books, picked them up, and went on your way to the Great Hall.

Newt stayed seated, thinking.  When the professor told me I was being assigned a tutor, I didn’t expect it to be the lovely Ravenclaw girl that sits in front of me in Charms.  I wonder if she sees me the same way… Oh, Newton, what are you thinking?  This is just charity work.


The same time for the next two weeks, you met Newt in the library to read from your books and quiz Newt’s knowledge on potions.  But today you wanted more hands-on with potions.  You asked your professor if you could use the potions for what was next in your book: amortentia.  Your professor trusted you and granted you permission as long as you or Newt didn’t drink it and got rid of the extremely powerful love potion straight after.  Of course you accepted the rules; you would never use a potion to win someone’s heart.  You would hate knowing that someone loved you only because you drugged them.

The professor informed Newt of this location change during his class.

**Time skip**

You were patiently waiting in the potions room alone, standing beside a cauldron.  Originally you were going to get there early and have all the ingredients laying out and ready to be used, but you decided to leave that to Newt.  After all, he had to learn somehow.

After five minutes, Newt came stumbling through the door, panting.

“S-so sorry I’m late,” he panted.  “There was a–uh–incident, in the forest.”

You chuckled at how cute he looked.  “No worries.  Anywho, today I’ll be teaching you about amortentia.  You know what that is, right?”

He nodded.  “An extremely powerful love potion.”

You smiled.  “Correct.  Are you familiar with the ingredients?”

“Uh… I think I know two.  Ashwinder eggs and… peppermint?”

“You’re right.”  Newt grinned when he heard this.  “The others are rose thorns, powdered moonstone, and a pearl dust.  Now, would you please get them from the shelves?”  

Being a wizard and all, Newt whipped out his wand and accio-ed all the ingredients to him which he then placed on the table in a neat, orderly line.

You clapped your hands together.  “Wonderful!”  You grabbed one of your potions books and flipped the amortentia page and lay it out for Newt to see.  “I’m not going to help you brew it.”  

Newt’s face dropped a bit.

“However, I will let you know if you’re doing something wrong that could result in the deaths of both of us.  Got it?”

“Y-yes,” Newt answered, tad worried.

“Then go ahead get started.”

Surprisingly (but not so surprisingly since you’re the best tutor ever), Newt did everything right.  The amount of each ingredient was correct, and he stirred them in the correct way, counterclockwise.  Once he was finished, the potion was shiny and steam lifted in a spiral shape.

Newt set the ladle down.  “Did I do it right?”

You nodded and smiled.  “Perfectly!”  You leaned over the cauldron and inhales it’s scent.  “Hmm… F/S, F/S, and… huh… I can’t make out that last one… What does it smell like to you?”

Newt sniffed the potion.  “Clean wool, cocoa… and…,”  His eyes got large.

You looked at Newt with concern.  “Is something wrong?  What is it?”

Newt turned his gaze to the floor.  “Your hair…,” he whispered, nearly inaudible.

You blushed.  “It smells like my hair?” you said quietly.  Your mind was racing.  MERLIN I’m something he loves!!!

“Yes…” Newt replied just as quiet as last time.

You gently put a finger under his chin and tilted it up to look you in the eyes.  “That’s okay… because my third smell was your hair.”

Newt blushed immensely.  Pickett suddenly appeared out of his pocket and squeaked.  

What happened next was something you’d never thought Newt Scamander would do in a million years.  

Newt quickly leaned in and kissed you.  It only lasted a second before he pulled away to

look at you in complete silence.  But then you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for another kiss, this one longer and full of passion.  Newt’s hands feebly found there way to your waist (aw he’s such a cute muffin) while yours tangled themselves in his light brown curls.

When you had to pull away for air, you were all smiles.

“Y/N, you probably already realized this but… I love you,” Newt said.

“You should have seen me when I was told I was going to get to tutor you… I love you too, Newt.”

Pickett popped out again and made a mad squeaking noise.

You giggled.  “You too, Pickett.”

Newt looked at the clock.  “We’re five minutes late for dinner, we should get going.  I assume tomorrow’s session will be more… interesting?”

You raised your eyebrows and laughed.  “Wow, Newt.  And I thought you were innocent!  You go ahead to the Great Hall, I need to get rid of this amortentia.”

Instead of walking out the door, Newt came around behind you and wrapped his arms around you tightly, resting his chin on your head.  “I’m not leaving without you.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet.”

“And the Slytherins said I could never get a girlfriend,” he said and kissed your head.

You leaned back into his embrace.“Well, we’ll show them, won’t we?”

“Am I allowed to carry you to the Great Hall?”

AHH I hope you enjoyed it just as much as I do!  Please let me know what you thought of it!

Felix Felicis | Jungkook

Pairing: reader x ravenclaw jungkook | Hogwarts AU

Genre: fluff

Summary: Jungkook has a huge crush on you, but is too shy to confess. Luckily for him, his friends make him drink some liquid luck potion that may have been that extra push he needed.

A/N: While I was planning my Slytherin Jimin au instead of doing my dreaded psychology essay lol, this idea came to mind. I couldn’t help but write it out and I hope you like it. This is dedicated to @floriaas b/c we’ve been so soft for bts hogwart AUs and Kookie is her bias <3

Word Count: 4,633

“That is a terrible, horrible, incredibly foolish idea.”

“I know.”

“Let’s do it and see what happens!”

And that’s exactly how Jungkook and Taehyung went against Professor Slughorn’s back in an attempt to make their own liquid luck potion—also known as felix felicitis—for their personal use.

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Fred Imagine 4

Request: happy v-day!! could you do a fred x reader imagine where the reader is harrys older sister so she’s also a target for voldemort and fred and george are assigned by the order to keep them safe at school and angst and fluff? ily thanks!! (btw I luv ur blog as well!

alright!! I’m so sorry it’s been a week I’ve had SO MUCH WORK TO DO AH!! thursday is mardi gras break and I’m going skiing with my bff for all 10 days of it but i will try to start on my other requests and do some ships!! please be patient I'm trying my best :) !

“-she needs someone to watch her!”

“Now, Harry, your sister can take care of herself,” Sirius was attempting to calm your bother.

“You know what,” Fred interjected, “I agree with Harry! Y/n is just as valuable to You-Know-Who as Harry is! We all know if he gets a hold of her Harry would be going to save her before anyone could even say ‘Dumbledore’s underwear!’”

You stood up angrily, “Don’t I get a say in this?!”

Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Hermione, Fred, George, Harry, Ginny, Snape, and Ron all turned to look at you and the room fell silent.

“Like Sirius said,” you began slowly, Sirius winking at you when you said his name, “I can very well take care of myself, thank you. And I’m not going to let some noseless arsehole get in the way of my education!”

“I have to agree with you about that, y/n,” Hermione said with a slight chuckle, “but maybe it would be better if there was someone who might keep a look out. Two pairs of eyes are better than one, aren’t they?”

You sighed and sat down, your best friend was always right, wasn’t she?

“Look y/n,” your little brother began, “I just can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me, especially you.”

“Harry,” you looked up at him, “I’m the one that’s supposed to be looking after you! Bloody hell, your my little brother!”

“I know but-”

“What if Fred and I just watched out while we were at school together?” George proposed.

“Yeah,” Fred added, “We could keep Harry and the Order updated on anything suspicious at Hogwarts and watch out for y/n. We always hang out together anyways.”

You looked at Harry for his response.

“Okay,” he said, looking relieved.

Fred and George smirked at each other before walking towards you. You groaned.

“Oh, now, now, y/n,” Fred ‘comforted’ you.

“Don’t be so blue,” George grabbed your shoulders.

“Think of all the fun you’ll have with your babysitters!”

“Oh, no no no,” you shook your head, sliding out of George’s grip to face the twins, “This,” you pointed back and forth between them and you, “is not a babysitting gig. You are simply there to make sure I don’t die. Got it?”

“Oh, yeah,” they nodded in mock seriousness and then grinned at one another.

“Shit!” You cursed as your books flew out of your arms onto the ground. The back of your head felt like it was about to make contact wit the stairs when you felt strong arms wrap around you and lift you up. 

You opened your eyes to see the one and only, Fred Weasley.

“Ugh, Weasley, what are you doing,” you shoved him off, going to get your books. 

For the past week and a half, every time anything, anything at all, happened, Fred and George were there to swoop in and save the day (more Fred than George).

Forgot your Charms homework? Fred has it right here.

Wiping your mouth after eating cereal? Why would you when George is here?

Doing you hair for the day? Your very own personal stylist Fred Weasley is ready to make you the envy of every single girl at Hogwarts. 

Brushing your teeth? Nonsense! Fred will take care of it!

Honestly, it was getting very annoying. 

“What?” Fred said, almost amused, it seemed, “it is our job to take care of you.”

“I’m not a child, though,” you shot back.

Normally you would do anything to have your crush, Fred, at your beck and call, but it was so over the top and irritating! 

“I know, I know,” he assured you, “but Harry would kill us if his sister was forced to walk to Potions all alone,” he added a mischievous wink.

You rolled your eyes, unable to help yourself from blushing, “Whatever.”

You were just about to enter the Potions room when Fred pulled you aside and into a small room off the side of the hall.

“Fred! What the f-”

“Shhhh!” he put a hand over your mouth. 

Fred pulled out of his pocket an extendable ear, a new gadget he and George were working on for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. 

“Listen,” he whispered as you watched the ear slide under the door and presumably to Snape’s room.

“-you may kill the girl, but Harry Potter is for me,” your heart stopped at the chilling voice.

“Yes, my lord,” Snape’s dull voice responded.

“Is that….” you began.

Fred nodded in response.

“However,” Snape began, “We could use her as leverage, who knows the lengths Harry Potter would go to to save his… poor sister.”

“Very intriguing, Severus. Tell me-”

Fred had dragged you out of the closet and through the halls and you had’t even noticed. Pretty soon you were sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor Common room with Fred pacing in front of you.

“We have to tell the Order right away. I mean, Snape? Severus Snape? I knew he was an arsehole but honestly! I mean-” Fred looked at you and sighed, sitting next to you, “Are you okay?”

You sat for a moment and then gave a short laugh, “No I’m not okay! I just listened to the person who killed my parents practically plan my murder!”

“Hey it’s-”

“No!” you shouted, getting up, “Don’t you dare say it’s okay because we all now it’s not! My life means nothing to them, and they will come and get me and you know Harry will be the first to try and save me and it’ll be my fault if He succeeds!” 

You were talking so fast you had run out of breath. You took a shaky breath and ran your fingers through your hair. 

Fred pulled you into a hug. 

“You know,” he whispered, “If anything happened I don’t think Harry would be the first to go after you.”

“No?” You questioned.

“It would be me.”

You closed the space in between your faces and kissed.

After a moment you pulled apart. 

“We won’t let anything happen to you, okay?”


potions partners (draco x reader)

in which draco is a little shit and both of you are a wee bit oblivious to emotions

Word Count: 5,098

Request: “Could you do an imagine where Draco’s crushing on a Gryffindor and does everything he can to be partnered with her and stuff to show his affection?” // @dolphindewott

Warnings: cussing and sexually explicit language

A/N: i actually went so overboard with this, im sorry to anyone who reads this super extra 5k word thing

Originally posted by owlswithfins

Your name: submit

Your name: submit What is this?

You’d only given in because you were, unfortunately, alone.

Potions class with Slytherin was the one part of the week you always dreaded. It was one thing to be stuck in a room for an hour with a bunch of Slytherins, but a whole other thing to be stuck in a room for an hour with a bunch of Slytherins and an odd number of fifth year Gryffindors. As a result, you were forced to partner with a random Slytherin in almost every lesson.

And today, it was Draco fucking Malfoy.

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Love Potion Number Nine

Summary: Derek decides to take a love potion, but things don’t go quite the way he intended.
Note: Written for Teen Wolf Bingo (“Stiles/Derek”). Loosely based on the song by the same name. (On AO3)

“Deputy Stilinski,” he hears over the radio. “We have reports of what appears to be a drunk and disorderly accosting people on the sidewalk.” Stiles looks up from the ticket he’s writing. It figures, on the one day he’s assigned as the downtown traffic cop. “He’s near your location,” dispatch continues, giving him pertinent information.

“Okay, I’ll intercept,” he says, ripping the ticket from the pad and tucking it under some poor fool’s windshield wiper. Shouldn’t have illegally parked, buddy.

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You Are Mine

Request from @thedreamsofafangirl: Could you write an imagine where Draco gets sick but is allergic to the main ingredient in pepper up potion and y/n is a great potion maker and she nursed him back to health?

Sure thing :) thank you so much for your kind words!! it means a lot :D 

*I am so sorry this has been ages! It’s been in my drafts for like two months and I totally already thought i’d posted it 😬 thank you so much though!!*

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite

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Popping the Question

This was requested by an anon. I’m sorry it took so long but I hope you enjoy!

Draco x reader

18: “Wait a second are you jealous?”

20: "I’m sorry if this upsets you, but I’m going to marry her.”

54: “If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”

Part 2 

(Y/n) smiled, leaning against the doorway you stood in, talking with the twins. It was a beautiful day and the two boys were trying to coax you outside.

“Come on (y/n), we could go flying” George pleading glancing at the pit where a few people had begun a pick up game of quidditch.

“Or climb a tree” Fred pulled on (y/n)’s arm looking out over the courtyard. It truly was a beautiful day, and you hadn’t spent that much time with the boys because of your studying.

“Oy! We could take a dip in the lake!” George nearly shouted in your ear, jumping up and down. You laughed at the idea replying in a firm tone.


“Yes” The twins nodded together smiling at you, and in one quick section hoisting you into the air. You were all laughing widely as you did your best to free yourself from them. You stopped however when you head someone clear their throat behind you.

“Weasleys” Draco stood behind the three of you, nearly getting hit by the boys as they whirled around with you still in their arms.

“Malfoy” The twins set you down in unison, instinctively taking a step back. You glared at the pair for messing up your clothes and hair as you quickly tried to fix it.

“Love” Draco stopped your movements giving your hand a small peck before enclosing it in his own. He smiled easily at you.

“Draco” You made one more motion to smooth your hair before shooting the twins a glare that told them to get lost. They did, but just behind a small pillar.

“What are you doing?” You turned your attention back to your boyfriend who looked at you with a small that disappeared quickly. He smiled again, wrapping your arm around his.

“I was going to enjoy this beautiful day, will you join me?” You nodded, walking out into the sunshine, not even not even noticing the boys making barfing motions at Draco. When you were safely out of earshot Fred rolled his eyes turning to his brother.


“Hate that bloke.” Fred grumbled, undoing his tie farther in annoyance.

“Yeah, so do I” George nodded, glaring at the blonde boy.

“Wanna go find some testers for our newest project?” Fred sighed, clapping his hand on his brothers back.

“But of course.” George smiled, walking towards a few first and second years congregating together.


“What were you doing with the Weasley’s love?” Draco pulled you closer to him as he sat underneath a tree by the lake. You cuddled up to him, happy to have a chance to relax.

“Oh, they were just trying to convince me to do something with them. I almost did before you came along” You smiled, pulling at a stray dandelion and plucking its petals. Draco’s fingers were drawing lazy circles on your arms as he watched other couples lazing on the grounds.

“What were you going to do?” Draco’s eyes searched your face, you were always laughing with the Weasley’s and giving them one of your brightest smiles. He just wished he could make you do that.

“Swim in the lake” You tossed the petal less flower, sitting up.

“You’re kidding right” Draco’s voice went flat at the idea.

“No, not at all” You smiled innocently looking at your boyfriend. He always acted strange at the topic of the twins. You’d always have to convince him it was nothing more than just three good friends.

“But you don’t have a swimsuit” Draco whined looking at your clothes, they would have been practically see through if wet.

“Underwear is almost the same thing” You shrugged leaning against Draco, hoping he would get off the topic soon.

“You were going to swim in your underwear?” Draco’s voice changed from emotionless to almost mad as he thought of you swim with those boys almost naked.

“Well I’d have a shirt on, but I would have taken off my jeans at least” At your words Draco huffed, turning slightly away from you. You turned to face him, searching his face.

“Draco, are you alright?” You already knew the answer to the question before you even asked it.

“Just perfect love” Draco grumbled looking back over the students.

“Draco” You say up facing him, when he didn’t respond you leaned closer.

“Dracooo” You made your voice a bit higher, watching him flinch slightly. You leaned closer, your lips next to his ear.

“Dracoooooo” Your voice was soft enough that only he could hear you as you looked up into his blue-grey eyes. He glared at you shuffling away.

“Stop it (y/n)” Draco mumbled, doing his best to suppress the smile you were bring to his face.

“Then stop pouting for no reason” You rocked back to your heels nearly laughing at Draco’s childish behavior.

“I’m not pouting for no reason” Draco grumbled again, but decided to face you. That’s when it all clicked. Draco always acted this way when you talked about any of your guy friends. You bounced on your heels excitedly.

“Wait a second are you jealous?” A smile grew wide on your face as Draco scrunched up his nose before turning away.

“No” Draco looked away, not wanting to see your smiling face. You rolled over laughing at his childishness. Draco grabbed your leg making you stop as people were beginning to stair. You sat up smirking.

“Stop smirking” Draco glared at you, having to cover his mouth with his hand so you wouldn’t see his smile.

“Then say it” You smiled climbing onto Draco’s lap, his arms naturally went around your waist pulling you closer. 

“No” Draco couldn’t hide his smile and he looked down at you, almost forgetting what he had been annoyed at. Almost. You pouted, laying on Draco’s chest. He sighed moving a stray hair back.

“Alrighty then” Draco smiled, kissing your forehead, but before he could admit it Pansy came running at you too.

“Draco! Your dad’s here!” You sat up immediately, scrambling off of Draco as he scrambled to stand up.

“What?” Draco’s eyes searched Pansy’s as she glared at you. You pulled your knees to your chest, glaring back at the girl. She rolled her eyes at you, turning to Draco.

“Yeah, he’s asking to see you” Pansy wrapped her hand around Draco’s arm and pulled him slightly. Draco shrugged her off looking at you.

“Go, I’m fine” You smiled standing up as Blaze came barreling down the hill.

“Actually he wanted to see (y/n) too” Blaze stood, breathing heavily. Your eyes went wide as you pulled out your wand sure this was a trick.

“What!” Draco’s dad had never wanted to see you, and frankly you weren’t looking forward to meeting the man yourself.

“Don’t hex the messenger!” Blaze threw his hands in the air, taking a couple steps back. You walked towards him determined to get the truth but Draco grabbed your arm.

“Fine” Draco’s hand gripped yours as of you sprinted down the halls to the dungeon. Every couple of seconds his hand would squeeze yours a bit tighter or he would turn his head to make sure you were still there. You stopped just short of the potions room as Draco pulled you aside to straighten you both up. When he was satisfied that you two didn’t look to rushed he kissed your forehead, taking your hand again and pushed open the door.

“Ah, Draco, there you are” Draco’s dad stood there a thin smile on his lips. Your eyes racked over the man as a cold sweat immediately settled over you. “and you must be miss (y/l/n). I’d say it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, but I’ve promised Narcissa that I wouldn’t lie around Draco” Luscious moved, towards you to, his hand tapping against his cane. His cold eyes looked over you one more time before Draco stepped in.

“What did you want father?” Draco’s voice was low and cold. It sent a shiver down your spine. Your eyes went to the one person who had yet to talk, professor Snape.

“I needed to talk with you about something that simply couldn’t wait” Luscious turned to his son, and you were glad his gaze was off you. A small sigh escaped your mouth as Draco squeeze your hand.

“And why did (y/n) need to come?” Draco eyed his father coldly. He had done his best to keep his father away from you, not wanting him to ruin the one good thing in his life.

“I wanted to see the girl that had captured my son’s heart. It makes me quite curious when you write that you want to marry the girl, but have still not allowed your mother or I to see her” Luscious smiled, his eyes landing back on you as you huddled closer to Draco. A small gasp escaped your lips when he mentioned marriage. You and Draco had never talk about that, not once.

“M-marry?” The word came out small as your eyes didn’t leave Draco’s face. His eyes seemed to be pleading but you didn’t know what for. with you for something, you just didn’t know what.

“Why yes child, that’s what Draco said in his last letter, he asked his mother if they could find a ring for you next break. I’m going to have to deny your request Draco though, due to her…” Luscious’ eye shifted between you to, finally settling on your Gryffindor prefect pin that hung on your jeans. You covered it with your hand, knowing fully well where this was about to go. “Alliances” The word came out slow and drawn out. Draco stepped between you to, blocking his father’s view of you. 

“Father!” Draco stared at his father, anger radiating off him. You reached for your wand, preparing for a fight.

“Draco. I think it’s best I go” You placed your hand on Draco’s shoulder pulling him back slightly.

“Yes, you served your purpose” Luscious leaned around Draco his snake of a smile searing into you. You felt tears prickling in your eyes as you turned, running out of the room. The last thing you heard was Draco yelling.


“Now really father, that was uncalled for!” Draco fought against Snape’s grip, ready to tear at his father. He had originally wanted to go after (y/n) but Snape’s had held him back.

“Wasn’t it? The Dark Lord is not happy with you Draco, not happy at all. You were suppose to be feeding us information about Potter but instead all we hear about is that girl!” Luscious turned on his son, ready to pick apart this girl farther.  

“That doesn’t make it right for you to come in here and insult her and rip her apart” Snape let go of the boy closing his door quickly, this place was too full of people for a Malfoy fight, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“I barely said anything, if she can be ripped apart by that I’m afraid she really isn’t worth your time now is she” Luscious leaned against a desk, nearly sitting down completely.

“(Y/n) is more worth my time than any girl you’d choose” Draco spat at his father refusing to look at him. He needed to see (y/n), but he couldn’t blow off his father.

“Draco, now is not the time to be messing around with the other side, I understand if this was some sort of fling, but I can not allow-” Luscious walked towards his son his patience wearing thin, but before he could finish Draco whirled around grabbing his clothes.

“I’m sorry if this upsets you father, but I am going to marry her” Draco locked eyes with his father, holding him firmly.

“I can’t allow it” Luscious stuttered as shock grew in him. His son had never acted like this.

“You don’t have a say” Draco spat, shoving his father away. He turned leaving the room. Luscious only spared a minute before yelling back at his son.

“Wait we aren’t finished here” Luscious glared at his son, waiting for him to stop. Draco stopped at the door turning back for just a moment.

“I am”


You sat at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall between Fred and George. You had barely touched your food, and the boys had noticed. They had demanded you tell them everything and they insisted on not leaving your side. Your head snapped up when the doors swung open and Draco ran in, his eyes immediately finding yours.

“There comes that bloke” Fred grumbled, shoving a fork full of food in his mouth. He was sending Draco a death glare across the hall.

“I swear to Merlin that if he treats you like shit I’m going to kick his ass” Fred gripped his knife, looking like he was ready to stab Draco.

“Boys shut up” You murmured smacking both of them. You kept your eyes down on your empty plate until Draco cleared his throat in front of you.

“(Y/n), I need to talk to you” Draco shuffled from one foot to the other his eyes never leaving your face as the twins jumped up at his words.

“No, you don’t tell her what you need” George yelled jumping up. Fred soon followed making you want to just shrink away.

“You ask” Fred jabbed his finger at Draco’s chest nearly knocking him down. At this you stood slamming your hands down.

“Boys!” The whole Hall looked over at your table, and you sighed, running a hand through your hair. Draco gave an uneasy smile at the twins before turning back to you.

“It’s alright, (y/n) will you grace me with a private audience” You nodded, blotting out of the Great Hall with Draco on your tail. You waited until you were a good ways away from the door before you turned on him.

“Is that why you didn’t want me visiting you over the summer?” You stood there, your hands on your hips, ready to settle this. This whole situation was ridiculous and it was something that Draco had caused all on his own.

“Uhm, yes. Look (y/n) my father was completely out of line from before. He had no right to-” Draco reached out, clasping one of your hands in his as he pleading, but you pulled away, not wanting to get caught up in his words.

“Are you embarrassed of me?” You looked down at your feet, the courage you had built up draining quickly.

“What?” Draco stood there shocked. Never in a million years had he thought that.

“Are you embarrassed of me Draco?” The question came out again, this time softer, but you dared to look into his grey eyes.

“I- no. Of course not, I could never be embarrassed by-” Draco reached for your hands again, trying to draw you in, but you side stepped, avoiding his touch.

“Then why didn’t you introduce me to you parents.” The words came out harsh and accusing.

“I knew what they would say because of who they are, they aren’t me (y/n). I use to be like that until I met you” Draco smiled, finally pulling you to him and into his arms.

“When we first met you sneered at me and called me a blood traitor” You grumbled pointing your finger at his chest.

“Okay, so maybe not right away when I met you. I changed when I got to know you” Draco smiled, thinking this would be the end, but his father’s words still stuck in your mind.

“But marriage Draco” You untangled yourself from Draco’s grasp, turning around. This was just to large of a step.

“I know, I wasn’t planning on asking until the summer or next winter to allow us time. But my mother did send me an owl earlier and since the cat is already out of the bag” Draco pulled you to face him, going down on one knee and reaching into his back pocket.

“No, don’t say it!” You quickly closed your hands around the small box refusing to believe what you knew was inside it.

“Why?” Draco stood up, shoving the box into his robe pocket, and grabbing your hands again.

“You know why! How can I say yes when your father hates me and I’ve never even met your mother!” You shook your hands, trying to free them, but his grip was firmer this time.

“So, my parents don’t matter” Draco shrugged trying to smile but an uneasy sweat settled down on him.

“Of course your parents matter. That’s why I had you meet my parents over the winter break” You finally freed your hands, beginning to walk away. If this conversation continued much longer it wouldn’t be any good.

“(Y/n), love, are we really going to let a silly little thing like my parents opinions get in the way of our happiness?” Draco grabbed your arm trying to stop you. This wasn’t a good place to end.

“It’s not a little thing Draco. Family is everything, especially in these days” You grumbled sprinting for the stairs, Draco at your heels.

“(Y/n)” Draco called out following you to the stairs, his hand brushing yours for only a moments.

“darling” His voice came out broken and pleading, his hand grasping yours for a moment before you yanked it away.

“love” The word itself was small, but he finally grabbed your wrist whirling you to him. You nearly collapsed into his chest.

“Just stop Draco. I’m tired, I need to go back to my common room” You passed for a second, breathing in his comforting scent before pushing yourself off.

“Let me accompany you” Draco’s arms locked around you caging you in. You needed to leave, now.

“No, I can walk myself there” You began to pick at his fingers, trying to undo his grip on you.

“It’s not a matter that you can’t it’s that I don’t want to leave you like this” He finally let you go running a hand through his platinum hair.

“Well, you can’t always get what you want you brat” You snapped, pulling your wand. You need to be alone for now, and if you had to hex him to do it, you would.

“Hey, there is no reason for that” Draco’s hand went to his robe. He didn’t want to pull his wand on you, but you were known to be a bit trigger happy with your hexes.

“Then let me be for the night” You yelled, beginning to climb the stairs backwards, but Draco matched your every step, his hands now going high in the air.

“No, I don’t want to leave you his way” His voice was low and steady, unlike before it was full of emotion.

“You don’t always get to decide” You stopped moving backwards and instead moved forward, your wand nearly touching Draco’s chest.

“Hey, you two!” the twins came running down the hall startling both of you. You took the opportunity to run, and not looking back. Draco stood watching you go as the twins ran by him chasing their friend. Draco sighed, not knowing what next to do.

Part 2

I Meant It

Regulus Black x Reader

Request: An imagine w/ Regulus falling in love with lily’s younger sister, who is in Gryffindor and looks like Lily(red hair, green eyes)they are secretly dating and Sirius and Lily found out about it and while sirius is all cool with it Lily is freaking out.

A/N: As you can tell I had writers block b/c this is so bad

Originally posted by nellaey

Y/N Evans grabs the desk at the very back of the potions room on the first day of class, desperate to be out of the teacher’s line of sight. Even though she and her older sister, Lily, share their fiery red hair and emerald green eyes, they definitely don’t share the same outgoing personality.

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It didn’t surprise Harry the first time Draco pulled away from him.  They’d been sitting in the 8th year common room late at night.  As they heard footsteps outside the doorway, Draco jumped from his seat next to Harry and moved to the far side of the sofa.  

Once they were alone again, Draco apologized between soft kisses. “I’m sorry.  We just have a lot of eyes on us right now.  For very different reasons, of course.  I’m just not ready.”

Harry held him close and smiled.  "It’s ok.  Not everyone is cut out for fame and attention.“

Draco swatted at him but couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.

Right after leaving Hogwarts, Harry gave Draco a small box tied with a green ribbon.  He stood with his hands in his pockets and watched Draco open it.  Once Draco saw the key inside, Harry asked, “Will you move in with me?”

Draco didn’t immediately answer.

Harry nervously rambled, “I mean, it’s not like the manor, it’s just a little flat in a Muggle area, but it’s got plenty of space.  I know you have too many dress robes to keep in a respectably sized flat, but we could make it work.  I won’t even get mad at all the hair potions taking up room on the bathroom counter-top…”

Draco stood with tears in his eyes.  "I’m sorry.  I…“

Harry sighed, “It’s ok.”

“I’m not ready. I want to.  I really do, but…”

“It’s ok, it was a long shot anyway.  I mean, what did I expect. ‘Happy late nineteenth birthday, please make this crazy commitment with no time to think it over.’ I mean we’ve only been together for…almost a year” Harry stopped when he realized how disappointed and a bit bitter he sounded.

“Please, don’t be angry. I love you. I just can’t,” Draco held the box out for Harry to take.

Harry took a deep breath and he let it out grabbing Draco by his outstretched arm and pulled him close. Wrapping his arms around Draco, “Keep it.  It’s not like you’re going to walk in on me and someone else,” Harry said as Draco scoffed at him.  “You have my heart.  A key to my place just seems reasonable.”

Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.

“You don’t want me to be your partner, and that’s perfectly understandable.  I’m just having a hard time with why I can’t list you as my emergency contact,” Harry said.

“You can list Weasley,” Draco said quietly.

“Aurors can’t list their partners as their emergency contact.  It’s not like these are posted in the break room, I just think that if something happened to me, you would want to be the first to know,” Harry said.  

They sat at the kitchen table in the flat Draco still hasn’t moved into.  Paperwork covered the surface.  Another year had passed between them.  Auror training had been as horrible as Draco thought it would be, but Harry had been there for him every step of the way.  Over the past year, he never pushed Draco to come out.  Draco eventually felt comfortable being seen with Harry, as friends of course.

Their “friendship” didn’t seem to surprise anyone.  Then only time he heard anything from the other Aurors-in-training, it was some snide comment about how Harry seemed to have a things for taking in strays.  What did come as a surprise was when he heard Weasley speak up about it saying, “Yeah, cause Weasleys are such solitary stray people.  I really set the trend for the rest of his friends.”

Harry took Draco’s hand, “I’ll make a deal with you.  I’ll list Andromeda first, you know, because of Teddy.  Then I’ll list you second.  That way, my godson isn’t stuck waiting for me to pick him up if something happens.”

Draco smiled, “Fine.  But I just don’t want to risk our jobs.  Relationships in the workplace are just inappropriate.”

“Are you kidding?  There are two different married couples in our department.  They just can’t work as direct partners.  And we’re not working as partners.  No problems,” Harry explained.

“We’re not married,” Draco said, pulling his hand away.

Harry stood abruptly, busying himself getting drinks from the refrigerator.  Draco couldn’t be completely certain, but he was willing to believe he heard Harry mutter ‘not yet.’

Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with him.

The day Lucius Malfoy died, Narcissa spent the evening with her son.  Both she and Draco were very private with their grief even in the presence of each other.  Draco had watched Lucius’ health decline sharply over the six months since he’s become an Auror, ashamed that he was thankful for the long hours and inconsistent schedule.

“You should go back to work tomorrow.  You know your father wouldn’t approve of sitting about when there are still matters that need attended,” Narcissa suggested.  "Sitting about isn’t going to make you feel any better.  Leave the isolated grief to me.  My son, you have been through quite enough.  I know if you go back to the Ministry in the morning, you will feel better.“

Draco wasn’t convinced she meant his job would make him feel better, but how could she know?  Draco had been so careful.  Hadn’t he? 

He took her advice though.  Draco went back to work the next day.  As he arrived, Harry ran to meet him.

"What are you doing here?  They’d understand if you took some time off.  No matter who he was, you still lost your father,” Harry said.  He was careful to stand a bit farther away from Draco than he wanted.  He was careful not to offer Draco any comforting touches.

Draco fell into Harry’s arms right there in the middle of the corridor leading to the Auror offices surrounded by at least a dozen of their colleagues and acquaintances.  Draco cried.  At first he cried about his father, then he realized he was crying because he had nothing to hide anymore.  He was holding his lover.  Draco, held close to Harry, leaned down to kiss Harry’s shoulder.  

Harry pulled away quickly, glancing around them, “Do you want to, er, go somewhere more private?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think.  I shouldn’t have done that without knowing if you were ok with it.  You can blame it on me if you want.” Draco stumbled over his words, obviously holding himself away from Harry.

Harry kept his voice low, “I’ve been waiting for that for 3 years.  You were hiding me from your father.  Weren’t you?”

Draco shook his head, ignoring the small glances from the people walking past them. “I was hiding me from my father.  I don’t know why I never just said that.  You deserved to know, but I couldn’t tell you that I expected you to go out of your way to stay hidden because of him.  I mean, you two weren’t exactly on the best of terms.  I would understand if you don’t want to see me right now, or ever. But he was…he would have disowned me.  I know he was terrible but…”

Harry put a comforting hand on Draco’s shoulder, “But he was still your father.  I get it.  I would pick a fight with Minerva McGonagall for my father and I don’t even remember him, not really.”

Draco’s eyes widened, “No, you wouldn’t!”

“Nah, but I’d think about it,” Harry laughed. He took Draco’s face in his hands and kissed him not caring who saw them.  His entire body filled with relief when Draco kissed him back.  "You still shouldn’t be here today.  Can’t we just go home?“

Draco nodded, "Take me home." 

When Harry apparated them into the little flat in Muggle London, Draco couldn’t help falling just a little more in love with Harry Potter.


Imagine Draco being jealous of Blaise being flirtatious towards you.

Requested by @cabinetxbattles - Could you do a Draco x Reader where Draco is jealous that Blaise is flirting with the reader and he decides to show y/n that he is better? Super fluffy and kisses please 

A/N: hope you like it, love. Also, I found inspiration on a post on facebook… I know. I don’t really know how to tag it in without tagging in my friend so this part was pointless really, yet i’m still going.

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Draco stared watching the scene in front of him. Blaise stood whilst trapping Y/N between himself and the wall and their friends who were surrounding them as they were waiting for Draco to come out of class. It was only when Blaise made Y/N laugh at one of his jokes or attempts at flirting that Draco started to glare, he was in a bad mood now… all thanks to Blaise.

Draco walked up to them and grabbed Y/N’s hand in his as he walked ahead of his friends, not really in the mood to entertain them.  

Y/N: Babe, what’s wrong?

Draco: Nothing.

Y/N knew not to push any further and decided to drop the subject and began following Draco to the Great Hall for lunch.  

Some time had passed and Draco had calmed down slightly, enough to enjoy a joke or two from Y/N. His mood soon became sour again when Blaise joined in with the odd flirtatious comment and innuendo at Y/N’s expense.  Draco’s fists clenched harder and harder as he tried to keep his composure in front of his people and the school, knowing his father would be mad if he caused a scene.  

After the final class Draco had cooled down completely. As the class walked out of the dreary potions class room Y/N, who had been waiting outside with his friends that weren’t in the class, jumped at Draco as he turned the corner to head to the Slytherin common room. Immediately Draco’s day brightened as bright as his smile was that he only ever held for Y/N.  

His smile towards Y/N turned into his signature smirk as his friends walked around the corner and came into view. Y/N stood close to Draco whilst they talked.

Y/N: so, how was potions?

Draco: It was as entertaining as it always is.  

Draco said sounding completely indifferent, causing Y/N to laugh at his words. Draco almost joined in but when Blaise came into view Draco’s mood had a slightly sour edge. The group all hung around outside the potions classroom, to much into their conversation and banter to take any bother in moving.  
As the conversation changed so did Draco’s mood, once again. Draco found that Blaise had placed himself next to Y/N so that Y/N stood in between Blaise and Draco. Draco watched with the corner of his eye as Blaise moved closer to Y/N to the point where they are almost touching.  It wasn’t until Y/N had laughed at something Blaise had said that Draco finally snapped. It wasn’t that Y/N laughed nor what Blaise had said, but the Blaise’s reaction from Y/N’s laughter. Blaise looked as though he was undressing Y/N with his eyes, Draco made eye contact with Blaise for just a second and it was the fact that Blaise knew that Draco had seen when he had done and Blaise wasn’t even apologetic. That is what made Draco snap.  

Draco wrapped his arm around Y/N’s waist and pulled them closer to him whilst glaring at Blaise. Y/N turned to look at Draco they only saw so much before Draco leant in and attacked Y/N with kisses. Y/N, liking the attention Draco was giving them, kissed back both completely ignoring Blaise’s cough as he tried to interrupt the couple. Draco pulled back for a moment before glancing at Blaise with a smirk on his face, an expression that didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N.  

Draco: *to Y/N* Do you want to go to the common room?

Y/N simply nodded and let Draco take them by the hand as they walked away.  

Once the couple reached the common room and had sat down together on the leather couches.  

Y/N: was somebody jealous?  

Y/N teasingly asked.  Draco simply shook his head causing Y/N to scoff.  

Y/N: oh please, don’t think I didn’t see the look you gave Blaise after you snogged me in front off all our friends. *Draco chuckles*

Draco: what did you expect me to do, He had been flirting with you all day. And just then he was undressing you with eyes. *He said causing Y/N to chuckle*

Y/N: So you do admit you were jealous?

Draco: I wasn’t jealous, Jealousy is wanting something that isn’t yours… I was protecting what’s already mine.

Draco spoke with a devilish smirk causing Y/N to blush. It was like a switch had flipped and the couple couldn’t keep their hands of each other as Draco pulled Y/N in for another kiss.  

[A/N: I really hoped you like it, had trouble writing it so let me know what you think, that would be great xx]

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I’ve missed you ~ Fred Weasley x reader

Pairing! Fred Weasley x reader

Word count! 1362

Warnings! Mentions of death

You took a deep breath before walking into the school you used to call home. You hadn’t been back since the war and it hurt more than you thought it would. Yet here you were about to start your first year of teaching in the place that had taken him away from you. It was where you lost him and it hurt so much. 

Just think of all of the pranks we will be able to do here George, it’s massive” You heard a boy exclaim in wonder from behind you.
You turned around to be met with flaming red hair, well two sets of flaming red hair… Twins!

You smiled as you remembered the moment you first met him properly.
Fred Weasley” Professor McGonagall called a name up to be sorted and you recognised him to be one of the twins you had seen earlier on.Gryffindor!” The hat exclaimed, making the large table cheer. You somehow knew that it was a name that you wouldn’t be forgetting.

Tears started welling up in your eyes, remembering more and more things by the second.

Watch where you’re going” 11 year old you exclaimed as someone bumped into you, making you drop the books you were holding.
Sorry” The twins answered, keeping on running to wherever they were going you.

You felt a tear roll down your face at the memory, something so simple but so important. That was the first time you interacted with the boys you became so close to.

You decided to make your way to the dungeons, where your classroom was as you were now a potions professor. As you walked down the corridors you remembered more and more.

Wait up Y/L/N!” You heard someone shout out of breath, recognising the voice as Fred’s.
What do you want Weasley?” You answered feigning annoyance, struggling to keep the smile off of your face.
You and Fred were just friends but it was clear to everyone that something was going on between you two even though you wouldn’t admit it.
I was just wondering if you would maybe like to go on a date with me to Hogsmeade on Saturday?” He smirked, leaning casually against the wall.
Hm I’m not sure Weasley, why would I want to do that?” You answered trying to hide the smile that was slowly growing as you saw Fred’s hurt.
Oh you see I just thought… You know” He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, mumbling7
You thought what exactly?” You questioned starting to feel bad about your little joke.
Oh nothing, I’ll just, I’ll just go…” He started walking away when you caught up with, spinning him around and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.I’ll be waiting for you in the grounds” You said before walking off to your lesson.

You could remember the date as clear as if it happened yesterday.

You waited outside in the cool winter air for Fred. The snow surrounding you made the school look and feel even more magical than it already was.
Your hands were freezing despite the mittens you were wearing to match your Y/House/C. You were shivering, when you felt two arms wrap around you, warming you up instantly.
You looked a bit cold there love” He whispered in your ear and smirked.
So what have you planned for us then Mr?” You questioned him as you made your way to Hogsmeade.
Hmm it’s a surprise but I can tell you it’s none of that Madam Puddifoot’s teashop crap!” He replied making you shake your head with a laugh.

You smiled as you thought about that moment and the rest of the morning you spent with him.
So that is two butterbears!” He exclaimed placing the drinks down on the table where you were seated next to the warm fire.
You thanked him before picking the drink up savouring the sweet taste.
Fred and yourself had spent the morning walking and in and out of shops. You obviously spent most of that time in Zonkos planning out a new prank and now you were here in the Three Broomsticks.
Later on Fred took you to look at the shrieking shack, something that you had both seen before but it did not change a thing. The snow flakes were now covering most of his red hair an dhis heeks were rosy.
You looked out at the abandoned building watching the white specks fall around you. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Fred looking at you, a small smile covering his face.
You turned towards the boy, blushing before asking him what he was doing.
He didn’t reply but instead cupped your cheeks before placing his lips on yours. The kiss was soft and didn’t last as long as either of you would’ve wanted.

You walked into the potions classroom and took a good look around.   

You felt something hit your head. You looked down to the floor next to your cauldron and picked the paper up.
‘Meet me in front of the room of requirement at 9’
You turned to Fred and saw the small smirk on his face and nodded.

You left the potions room and started making your way to the staffroom. On your way there you let the tears fall freely, trying to stop the sobs leaving your mouth with your hand but it was no use. By the time you got to your destination, you were a mess. You waited outside the door for a short while trying to calm down but it was no use.   

“Y/N? Are you alright?” You looked up and saw Neville, he had changed so much since you had seen him. 

“I-I-I did-didn’t think it-it would be thi-this hard coming b-back” You managed to mutter through your sobs.

“Oh Y/N, of course it’s going to be hard coming back to Hogwarts but he wouldn’t want you to be like this, Fred would want you to be happy” Neville said, lifting your body up into a standing position.

“You’re right” You breathed out in a whisper.

“Come on in, I know that professor McGonagall wanted to see you!”

You wiped your eyes dry before entering the room to be met with the faces of the other professors.

“Oh Y/N it’s so lovely to see you again, it must be hard being back here but I would like you to follow me! I have something to show you!” Professor Mcgonagall smiled in a compassionate way leaving the room.

She lead you up the moving staircases to the Gryffindor common room. 

“Fred we should go to bed now!” You yawned lying on top of him, on a sofa next to the warm roaring fire

“I don’t wanna move, let’s sleep here…” He smiled up at you, stroking your head gently.

And that’s just what you did, you slept in front of the warm fire with Fred, only to be woken up by a smirking George, throwing small bit of paper at your heads.

You knew that you would just have to get used to the memories coming back, if you were going to spend at least a year here.

You didn’t notice that professor Mcgonagall was waiting for you beyond the now opened portrait hole which you climbed through.

And there he was, he was there and you couldn’t believe it! He may have been a ghost but he was still your Freddie, the boy you had missed so much.

“Fred?” Tears welled up in your eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“It’s me Y/N/N, you may not be able to touch me but it’s still me…” He smiled

“I’ll leave you two alone for a while” You heard the headmistress pronounce before leaving the room.

“Why did you do this to yourself Fred, why did you become a ghost?” You asked

“Because I couldn’t leave you! I couldn’t leave you behind on your own, and I needed to see you once again, that’s why I asked professor Mcgonagall to hire you, you always said that this was the job you wanted…” He explained

“I’ve missed you Freddie” 

“I’ve missed you too Y/N/N”