Avada Kedavra!” A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape’s wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry’s scream of horror never left him; silent and unmoving, he was forced to watch as Dumbledore was blasted into the air. For a split second, he seemed to hang suspended beneath the shining skull, and then he fell slowly backward, like a great rag doll, over the battlements and out of sight.


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Could you do 38 and 62 with Draco Malfoy?

38 “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes..
62 “Just shut up and kiss me”

You woke up with a pounding headache. As you slowly peeled your eyes open, you hissed as the light shining through the curtains blinded you.

“So, sleeping beauty finally awakens.” A voice suddenly spoke, making you jump in surprise. “How do you feel?”

“Like someone decided to blow up my head.” You spoke with a groan, and once you finally saw who was speaking, you sighed. “Tell me, Draco. What happened?”

“You fainted… straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Draco said with a smirk on his lips, and he handed you a cool rag.

“Ha ha, very funny.” You said with an annoyed looked on your face. “But seriously, what happened?”

“No, you literally fainted.” Draco said, and concern flashed over his face before returning to its usual self. “You didn’t look drunk, but you acted it. You said you had a headache, and then you fainted.”

“Well, I was not drunk.” You said, and you shook your head lightly as you sat up in the very comfortable bed. “I have no clue what happened.”

“Well maybe if you—”

“I mean, this has only ever happened once before.” You continued to talk, making Draco frown. “When I was around four or five years old—”

“Y/N, will you—”

“— I was running around with my brother, you probably know him. But I suddenly got this—”

“Shut up, Y/N!” Draco exclaimed, giving you an irritated look as he huffed. “Do you ever just shut up?”

“Make me, Malfoy.” You replied with a challenging look on your face. “I’ll never stop talking, so you’ll just have to make me.”

“Oh really?” Draco rose an eyebrow as a sly smile creeped its way on to his face. “Do you really want me to do that?”

“I bet you wouldn’t.” You taunted him. “I bet you three galleons that you won’t try.”

“Trust me, Y/N. I have plenty of ways to make you—”

“Oh my go– just shut up and kiss me!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Draco grabbed your face between his hands, and bringing you closer to him, he smashed his lips to yours in a fiery kiss.


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Imagine being a professor at Hogwarts and being caught in a love triangle between Lupin and Snape.

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“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Professor Snape be so talkative at dinner before,” Remus comments as he walks with you towards your room, an emotion you couldn’t place hidden under his usual kind smile. Tilt your head in an attempt to figure it out, he catches you staring, “Perhaps it’s simply because I’m not the conversationalist you are.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” you protest, having come to your room much sooner than you’d hoped, on account of the castle’s stairs being cooperative this evening. “I quite enjoy talking with you, Remus.”

He lets out a chuckle, “Well, it would seem I’m not the only one who enjoys talking to you, if Snape’s enthusiasm tonight is any indication.” He looks like he’s about to say something else, but his silence just draws out into the night, along with the pensive look on his face. Finally, he speaks, saying the one thing you find yourself wishing he wouldn’t, “Good night.”

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9 and 49 with Oliver Wood

9 “Let’s play a game. With no rules!”
49 “Well, this is awkward…”

“I’m so bored.” You groaned out for what felt like the thousandth time. “Come on, Oli! Lets do something!”

“Like what, Y/N?” Oliver rose an eyebrow in question, and he stopped polishing his broom to look at you. “You already said no to playing Quidditch.”

“Because I suck at it and that’s all you want to do.” You retorted, sticking your tongue out in a childish manner.

“Then what can we possibly do?” Oliver set his broom to the side, and he crossed his arms. “There’s nothing to d—”

“I got it!” You suddenly jumped out of your seat with a smile on your face. “Lets play a game. With no rules!”

“No… rules?” Oliver’s eyebrows basically disappeared into his hair line at this statement. “How does that work?”

“Don’t know.” You said with a shrug, and you suddenly slapped him in the arm before running off. “We’ll figure it out as we go. You’re it!”

Not wanting to pass this weird, yet fun opportunity up, Oliver jumped out of his seat to chase after you. Surprisingly though, you were pretty fast.

You managed to evade capture a few times with tricky little maneuvers, and you always laughed at his surprised face.

“Catch me if you can, Wood!” You would taunt, a smirk on your face you pushed yourself harder.

You ran faster, pulling of tight turns to get away. Luckily for the two of you, it was Christmas break, so not many students were around. And the running warmed you up, so everything was fine.

That was until you came to a unexpected stop, keeping yourself from tumbling down a small flight of stairs. You might not have broken anything, but it still would’ve hurt. But something that you had forgotten about was the fact that Oliver was still chasing you, which meant that he ran straight into your back, knocking you on to the ground.

You let out a small groan at the sudden impact, and you gasped for breath as a sudden weight landed on top of you. But once you saw what had happened, you let out a small squeal of surprise.

“You okay?” Oliver asked, looking down at you in concern. “Did you get hurt?”

“No.” You shook your head as a blush formed on your face. “I’m fine. But uh…” You paused, looking back to the position you both were in.

Oliver, during the fall, had landed on top of you. His hands were on either side of your head, and his face was very close to your own, his breath gently fanning over you. It was a bit… weird for you.

“Well, this is awkward…”

“Um… yeah can you get off of me please?”

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Prompt:  Sirius x reader based off of Asleep by the smiths
A/N: not really based but if you listen to it whilst reading it’ll be nicer?????



Your legs teetered over the edge of the Astronomy Tower, the cool breeze tickling your exposed neck as your eyes stared at the tall mountains in the distance and the setting sun behind them. Your hand clenched the railing, making sure you wouldn’t doze off and accidentally fall to your demise, whilst your other hand was held by Sirius Black. He sat by your side, quietly, probably for the first time since you’ve met in year one not uttering a single word of throwing a playful glance your way.

His hand tightened around yours. You glanced at him. He was frowning softly, dark irises gazing into the distance as if he was deep in thought. For a moment you admired his handsome features – from the details of his skin to his wild tar black hair. Your fingers intertwine with his.

“Are you sad?” You asked, nor your voice or face portraying any emotion. He finally turned to you, cracking a wolfish smirk.

“You wish…” He said, though you could understand that the lowed tone was not intended to sound seductive. You smiled, though sadly, leaning just a bit closer. You shoulder touched his, making his eyes shoot from your face and back.  

“Well, I am.” You admitted, “I’m going to miss you.”

“We can always meet up during the summer.”

You shook your head.

“You know we can’t.”

“I can come to Paris,” He suggested, wiggling his brow, “the French love me.” You chuckled.

“I’m bet they do…What’s not to love?” Perhaps the way you ended the sentence was more sincere than mischievous. Sirius felt absent of words and the two of you fell into silence again. Gazing into his eyes, you felt strangely calm, safe even – despite sitting on the edge of the highest tower in Hogwarts (it was Sirius’s idea to bring you here). What will you do without him? Will summer vacation go even slower than usual? It’s bad enough you had to leave Lily behind, but now this…This…dork of a playboy too?  

Smiling to yourself, and making Sirius raise a confused brow, you came closer, shutting your eyes once you saw his shine with surprise. In a second, you felt his chapped lips against yours. The kiss was brief and sweet, renewing you with energy you seemed to have previously lost. Once you looked at him again, you found him grinning from ear to ear, his smile being contagious.

“Thought you’d drone on forever, honestly.” He tried to play it off, though you noted the slightly pink cheeks glistering in the last sunrays. You shrugged, lightly, feeling light as a feather.

“Thought you’d never actually kiss me, so I had to do it on my own.”  

“I was planning on it.”

“Were you really?”

“Is that doubt I hear in your voice?”

“No, no no… Your ears must’ve been playing tricks on you.”

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“I had to!” You cried out, but Sirius continued shaking his head in disbelief and trying to keep the water from spilling out of his eyes, This was the only way to protect him, you thought, if he wasn’t Regulus’s brother he would have already been dead. He walked up to you, placed a small kiss on your lips and walked away, but not forgetting to say three words that he meant so much.

“I love you.”