see this is why he's not in ravenclaw

Night Vale Hogwarts AU
  • Cecil is the Slytherin prefect and quiditch commentator who’s so kind and goes so far out of his way to be friendly that no one can quite understand how he’s not a Hufflepuff. 
  • At least, until they see what he did to his dorm-mates who were harassing muggleborns. It wasn’t pretty.
  • There’s a group of first and second years who can be found following Cecil around and always seem to get into accidents. Again, no one is quite sure if he encourages this, or if he simply can’t stop them and is a bit careless about practicing dangerous spells when the kids are around.
  • Carlos is a muggleborn slowly learning to accept the impossibilities of Hogwarts and stop bringing the geiger counter to breakfast already. His fellow Ravenclaws are all for scientific curiosity, but they’re trying to eat their cereal, dammit.
  • Carlos plays keeper, and is actually pretty good. Or at least he would be, if Cecil didn’t keep putting him off by commenting on his perfect hair or beautiful saves. It takes a year of this very public, very one sided flirting, before they go on a date to Hogsmeade.
  • They never actually make it as far as Hogsmeade. There’s this whole thing with the giant squid and… well, it’s not ideal, but Carlos kisses Cecil after he pulls him from the water, and his hair is even more perfect when it’s wet if that’s possible, so it’s all okay.
  • Old Woman Josie (that’s Professor Ortiz to you) is the housemistress of Gryffindor, but she has a soft spot for Cecil. Meaning he only gets away with half his bullshit.
  • Cecil has a black cat that everyone loves. It’s often found wandering the castle to be petted or sprawled across Carlos’ table in the library when he’s trying to work. Josie is the only one who knows that the cat is actually Cecil’s animagus form. And she will never tell him that she knows
  • Tamika Flynn is a second year Gryffindor who seemingly never leaves the library, despite her utter loathing of Madame Prince. (It’s mutual, trust me.) Everyone is sure she should be in Ravenclaw until they see her take down the troll that broke into the castle one halloween. 
  • She and Cecil have a sort of grudging mutual respect after this. House rivalries are too strong for anything else but… well, if death eaters ever came calling, they’d have each others backs.
  • Carlos still wants to be an ordinary muggle scientist. Cecil just can’t understand why, when there’s a whole magical world at his fingertips. Carlos isn’t sure he understands himself.
  • Cecil gets his first tattoo on his sixteenth birthday, in an old shop on Knockturn alley that don’t care how old he is. It’s an eye that starts on the back of his hand, but seems to move around his body of it’s own free will. Carlos is sure the damn thing is always winking at him. He totally loves it.

Night Vale Hogwarts AU 1/?

the slytherin

Albus Severus’ sorting as seen by the Marauders

James: *excitedly* Another Potter for the Gryffindors.

Lily: You don’t know that.

James: Of course I do. Look at James, he is a Gryffindor. 

Lily: That’s the stupidest argument I have ever heard.

Sirius: He is a Potter though and a Weasley, there’s no way Albus is not a Gryffindor.

Remus: Lily, you know there’s no use arguing them, why are you still trying?

James: Because the sky is blue?

Remus: Yeah, you have a point.

Lily: I know he will probably be a Gryffindor but I just don’t want to see you disappointed if he ends up in Ravenclaw or something.

James: *offended* A Potter? In Ravenclaw? Please, Evans.

Lily: Albus is nothing like James love, you might be surprised.

James: I feel like you don’t want him to be a Gryffindor.

Lily: Don’t be ridiculous, of course I do.

James: Doesn’t sound like it.

Lily: I swear you are like a child sometimes.

James: What’s childish about knowing my grandson’s house?

Lily: That’s the thing, you don’t

Sirius: *whispering* Do you want to break it up or shall I?

Remus: Be my guest.

Sirius: OI! Enough. You bicker like an old couple.

Lily: Technically we are old Black.

James: Also you are one to talk, like you and Moony are different.

Remus: Hey! This is not about us mate.

Lily: *laughing* Now it is.

Sirius: I hate it when they do that.

James: Okay, he is on the stool. Come on another Gryffindor for the Potters.

Lily: *knowingly* The Hat is taking his time with him.

Sirius: It had taken almost 2 seconds with James.


Sirius: WHAT? I was rooting for you. We were all rooting for you!

Lily: Told you.

James: Sly– Slyth– Slytherin?

Remus: *shocked* You didn’t say Slytherin Lils.

Lily: Get a grip of yourself.

James: B-but he’s a– a– Slytherin.

Lily: *scolding* He is your grandson.

James: But Slytherin?

Lily: Snap the fuck out of it Potter.

James: I won’t, let me suffer in silence please.

Lily: He is an idiot.

Sirius: I’m going to go join Prongs in his silent suffering.

Lily: Seriously?

Sirius: I’m too disappointed to even make a joke about that.

Remus: I think I’m down for the silent suffering, too.

Lily: You are being ridiculous.

James: He is the grandson of a Marauder, you are being ridiculous.

Lily: Merlin, how did I ever become friends with them, let alone marrying one?

Sirius: You love us. Now, we shall suffer in silence.

Title:  Feels Like Love

Word Count: 6521

Summary:  Draco returns to Hogwarts, determined not to want anything. But Potter changes that. Potter changes everything.

A/n:   Much love and thanks to @drarrysgirl & @justanotherdrarryblog for helping me work through some plot issues as I wrote.  any mistakes left are my own.

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Draco Malfoy had learned fairly recently not to get his hopes up, that he could no longer expect things to be a certain way just because he wanted them to be.  In many regards he’d spent his entire life not wanting for anything, which meant that when he had wanted something that he couldn’t have he didn’t usually take it very well.  

Like Potter.

Draco shakes his head, determined not to go there, at least not yet.  He slides the door to his compartment open slowly, before plopping down gracelessly onto the tattered seat.  There’s no one to see him after all so decorum be damned.  People had started avoiding him the second he’d stepped on to Platform 9 ¾.  His mother had warned him of course, had practically begged him not go, but he felt like he owed it if not to himself than to Snape or Dumbledore to prove he could be better.  

He knows most of this second chance is due to his mother, and to Potter of course.  He owes them both a great deal for speaking on his behalf before the Wizengamot.  Yet he knows that regardless of how he got it,  he is the only one who can make it count.  No one else will be able to help him make amends for the sins of his past.  He’s not even sure he can.  All he knows for sure is that he wants to try, and that has to count for something.

He rests his chin on his hand and stares out the window wondering what it will feel like to go back to the place he tried so hard to destroy.  He has failed so many times, first at doing the right thing and then he’d even gone and failed at doing the wrong thing.  He knows there will be no more chances after this one though.  He cannot fail.  

He feels a sense of bitterness when he thinks of it now, of how much he’d wanted to prove everyone wrong, and now of just how much he wishes to prove the onces he believed he could be redeemed right; to prove he deserves the second chance he’s somehow been given.

Sometimes it feels as if other people’s sacrifices weigh him down more than they lift him up.


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Houses as Things My Friends Have Said


  • “The only thing I’ve had to eat all day is a piece of my tonsil I accidentally swallowed!”
  • “Dr. Thunder is way worse than Dr. Pepper–” “ExCuSE mE, He has a PhD, which is more than you can say.” 
  • *to Hufflepuff* “You’re my second in commando.” Hufflepuff: “I’m not sure I want that.”
  • “I’m giving birth to my anxiety. I’ve bottled it up for long it’s transformed into a human child.” 
  • “I’m so embarrassed, I’m going to shrivel up and die and blow away into the wind. If you see a tumbleweed blowing down the street, just know that it’s me.”
  • “I’m at this super sketchy thrift store and I don’t feel safe” “Then leave!” “But bargain books???????” 


  • “I secrete herpes when I’m angry.”
  • “Tell me how you feel or die.”
  • “Best enemies? I cannot believe they have a necklace for that!” *glances at Gryffindor*
  • “Reported. Blocked. Deleted. And I’m telling my mom.”
  • “I don’t know why I’m angry, and it’s only making me angrier!?!??!?!?”
  • “I swear, my crush is perfect. He has good hair, is smart, and he’s good with kids. It makes me want to stab myself.” 


  • *about Ravenclaw* “We could never sleep in the same bed together. We’d just end up dutch-ovening each other all night.” 
  • “Why am I so licky????”
  • “Hey guys, guess what? I added another scar to my collection, wanna see?”
  • “What do you mean I can’t jump off the roof? I took safety precautions!” *points to pillows tied all over body*
  • *screaming* “I AM NOT AGGRESSIVE!”
  • *Welcome to the Jungle playing* *sits down next to Hufflepuff* *leans over and bites them* “Ow! What the heck?” *in perfect sync with the music* “WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE, HUFF.” 


  • “nO SLYTHERIN! We do not put teddy bears in the microwave!”
  • “You suck, but I will admit, you have a nice swagger.”
  • “Ever feel lonely like Luke Skywalker? Just watch Star Wars. Then it’s like you almost ARE Luke Skywalker.” 
  • “To pee, or not to pee: that is the question: Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind to suffer The dancing and clenching of outrageous misfortune, Or to take arms against a sea of literally sloshing troubles in my bladder, And by opposing end them.” 
  • “Just know that I’m 100% here to support your chicken nugget habit.”
  • *puts sunglasses on dog* “The name’s Boy. Good Boy.” 

Summary: Takes place after ‘Fitting In (Hogwarts Houses!)’. Roman and Virgil watch Harry Potter & The Prisoner of Azkaban together. Conversations are had and lessons are learned.

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“Alright. Favourite character on three.”

“I can’t choose among my darling babies!”

“Roman, they’re not your- whatever, fine. Favourite… book to movie adaptation.”

“Ooh, fancy schmancy. Okay, one, two, three-”

“Prisoner of Azkaban.”

They answer perfectly in sync, and Roman gasps, clapping his hands in excitement and delight. “I knew it!”

Virgil rolls his eyes. “Oh, please, you probably just like it cause Harry’s hair is at its most accurate.”

“True, it is fabulously disheveled, but I was more going for… I don’t know, it’s more intangible, just the- the atmosphere is portrayed so well and… of course, there’s still issues- like, The Marauders were not given nearly enough time to explore, nor the Animagi concept and-”

“How about we just watch it, then?” Virgil smirks. “I swear, you’re getting nerdier with every passing day.”

Roman scrabbles around for the DVD, shouting back, “Excuse you, I’ve always been passionate about Potterlore.”

No, really? I don’t think anyone’s noticed.”

Roman has already pressed play on the DVD, loudly humming along to the theme tune. The beginning passes pleasantly enough, although Virgil starts to feel a horrible prickle of familiarity when Harry storms out of Number 4, Privet Drive. Things are different now, he reminds himself, and he concentrates on trying to keep his breathing measured.

Roman glances at him out of the corner of his eye. He doesn’t say anything, but subtly taps 1, 2, 3, 4 on a pillow, and it helps, a little. 

They reach The Knight Bus scene and Virgil hears the laughter building in Roman’s voice, even as he tries to say it casually: “Oh, look.” He points as the talking head cracks another pun. “There’s Patton.”

Virgil bursts out into surprised laughter. “D-doesn’t that make Logan Stan Shunpike?!

Roman chuckles. “Wait, wait, hold on!” He snaps his fingers and a replica of Logan’s glasses appear on his face. He adjusts them in an uncanny impression, that shatters as he drawls, “Objectively!” in an appalling cockney accent.

“Oh God, never do that again, Roman, I’ll have nightmares.”

There’s comfortable silence for a while. Virgil finds it oddly endearing how enraptured Roman gets while watching the movie: he mouths along with some lines, and his face goes through a roller-coaster of expressions.

And then, they get to the scene where the Hogwarts Express stops.

And Virgil can feel his uneasiness grow, and he should just be silent, damn it, but he feels like just saying something will make him feel better and, hey, Roman will find it funny, right…?

“Oh, look.” Virgil points as Ron’s hand reaches up to cover the ice forming along the train window. “It’s me.”

Roman’s brow furrows. “…Say what? You’re not Ron.”

Backfired, bad idea, horrible idea! “No, I-” Virgil clears his throat. “I meant-”

The dementor looms onto the screen, and Roman’s face turns white.

“Uh, relax, Roman, it was just a joke.”

He doesn’t need to know it’s a defensive mechanism, ha ha ha, just laugh please-

Roman stares at Virgil. His eyes are wide in absolute horror. “But that’s not true at all!” 

And… wow. He bellows it out with such ferocity that Virgil feels touched.

“It’s fine, Roman. Here.” He nods at the screen. “This means Logan is Lupin, in a way.”

Because isn’t that the truth? he thinks despondently. If not for Logan and that… curve thing, he could never be… managed.

Roman still doesn’t look remotely happy. But, he keeps quiet, brow still furrowed, as if in deep concentration. Eventually, he blessedly breaks the silence by saying, “Perhaps Lupin is a mixture of Logan and Patton.”

“Uh, yeah.” Virgil breathes out, grateful that the subject has been changed. “I can see that. Cute.”

They continue watching, but Roman is still distracted, Virgil can tell. Every so often, he bites his lip.

When they reach the first Divination lesson, Virgil asks, “Hey, um, what house is Trelawney in?” He tries and fails to hide his smirk.

“Hmm.” Roman hums thoughtfully. “Ravenclaw, if memory serves. Why?”

“Oooh. You might need to change Houses.”

Roman gasps, affronted, as Trelawney walks into a table. “I beg your pardon, but I am nothing like her.”

Virgil raises an eyebrow. “Oh, really?” 

And then, he tries it out, this whole teasing thing they seem to have going on. It’s new, but it’s not bad new, and Virgil finds it surprisingly easy to imitate Roman’s booming projection of a voice:

“Are you in the beyond?!

He is stunned that Roman now doesn’t look the least bit offended- he just throws back his head and laughs. 

“An accolade worthy performance, Virgil.”

Virgil smiles. “I just watch and learn from the drama queen.”

They slip into silence again. This time it stretches on for so long that Virgil thinks Roman might have fallen asleep. Maybe he should turn off the-

“A-ha!” Roman exclaims and Virgil jumps.

“Woah, woah, what?”

Roman is smiling, fist punching the air in victory. “I finally figured it out! That is, who you are. In… in this movie, certainly.”

Virgil sighs. “Look, I told you, I’m not bothered about the whole Houses thing-”

But Roman cuts him off, and he points at the screen, as Harry screams, “Expecto Patronum!”

“Why, you’re a Patronus, of course, Virgil! I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.”

Virgil blinks, then looks at Roman uncertainly. “I don’t get it.”

“Oh, it’s all in the spell. A lot of them are rooted in Latin words, Logan was telling me. Expecto can mean I wait, and a Patronus is a protector. So Expecto Patronum is like saying, “I wait for a protector.” And, you said it yourself, your goal is to protect. Isn’t it wonderful, Virgil!” Roman claps his hands together. “You’re the Patronus charm!”

Surely he must be mishearing things. It takes Virgil a few attempts until he’s finally able to speak. “You’re… you’re saying that I- that I’m…” Strength? Light? I can drive away darkness? I… protect? 

He feels like his throat is closing up. “That’s… Jesus, Roman.” He sniffs. “That’s… probably the- the nicest thing anyone…”

His voice fails again, but he doesn’t care. He shuffles closer next to Roman on the couch, and Roman just smiles at him, briefly half hugging him with one arm. Then, he’s off waxing lyrical about all the different forms a Patronus can take, and how Virgil’s would probably shapeshift because that would be sweet, and what would everyone else’s be…

Virgil lets his words wash over him. Even if it’s ‘just’ fiction, he knows he’d be able to conjure up a strong Patronus. He already knows what his happy memory would be.

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Ginny was a good person with a big, kind heart. She was Luna’s best friend and was always there to stick up for her, even when everyone else thought Luna was weird.

There’s no denying that Ginny had strong feelings for Harry… and yet I think in her heart she would have 100% encouraged Luna to date Harry if that possibility had ever emerged. After all, she was thrilled when Harry took Luna to the Slug Club, and she personally suggested that Luna act as his escort when he needed to get to Ravenclaw Tower.

Ginny wanted her happy ending, but she wanted Luna to have a happy ending as well. And Ginny’s the kind of selfless person who would have put her best friend’s happy ending before her own, if that’s what it came down to. That’s why I think that at least a small part of her hoped that maybe Harry and Luna would get together, and so she tried to subtly nudge them closer together whenever she could.

Too often I see people in the fandom turning Ginny into a possessive fangirl - or worse, demonizing her as a tramp. She was neither of those things. Stop the Ginny hate and appreciate her for who she was. And that goes for Ron and Hermione and Neville and Harry himself, too. If they’re good enough to be painted on Luna’s ceiling, then they’re good enough for me.


request: “Hi! Can you write a Fred Weasley x Ravenclaw!Reader imagine? The reader is a bookworm, and is often found in the library. She and Fred are almost complete opposites. Fred is intrigued by the "different” girl you can say and they start hanging out. Introducing each other to their life, with things the other would never do. Ends with a cute passionate kiss?“ — by @my-unique-mind

a/n: added a little twist to it. hope you don’t mind :-) also, i got carried away with this one so it is quite long 😂

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    On the course of your stay in Hogwarts, the only conversations you would share with Fred Weasley were just mere hellos and greetings. Whenever the seat beside you wasn’t taken yet in some class, he would ask if it was okay to sit beside you, and you would glance at him before nodding, minding your own business starting then.

    Though other than that, the both of you never bothered to approach the other in attempt to get to know them better. It has been always like that for the past years — so for him to suddenly ask you a very important favor, it was quite unbelievable.

    It was a Saturday morning that time and you were spending your day inside the library as usual. In front of you was one clear parchment, a book needed for Transfiguration, and a bottle of ink that you had. You were just about to write the first sentence of your essay when someone abruptly sat down across you.

    It was Fred, with his red hair and goofy smile. You raised your eyebrow in question and slowly brought your quill down, waiting for the boy before you to say something that would explain why he was here.

    "Good day, isn’t it?” he started, his head turning around as if to look at his surroundings. ‘The sun’s not shining too bright, the wind’s pace is just right, and it’s not that cloudy.“

    "Is there something I can help you with?” you asked with your eyebrow still raised.

    Fred flickered his eyes to you. “I’m glad you asked, Y/N, because there is this one tinsy little problem I’m dealing with and I know you can help me figure it out.” there was mischief in the way he spoke those words, which made you kind of uneasy.

    “Oh, is it regarding about that Transfiguration assignment Professor McGonagall gave us 'cause I’m doing it right now —”

    “Y/N,” he politely cut you off that made you stop talking, “that’s not it.”

    You involuntarily blush. “Then what is it?”

    Fred leaned on the table, prompting his elbows and placing his chin on top. “I knew it was a good choice to pick you, Y/N. I had a hard time convincing George that you’re the perfect accomplice —”

    “Woah, what?” it was your turn to you cut him off. “You lost me at accomplice.”

    “Well, you see,” Fred licked his lips, “we need a book from the restricted section of the library. Of course, no teacher with the right mind would let me or my brother get it, so I thought since you’re always in the library so much, not to mention you’re a Ravenclaw, you would be the one to do it for us.”

    “You must be out of your mind.” You scoffed. “What makes you think I’ll do that for you?”

    “Because,” Fred trailed, “I’m such a good person and I make other people happy?”

    You couldn’t help but snort at his reason.

   "Oh, come on, Y/N! I promise, this will the first and last favor I’ll be asking you if you agree to help.“

    The two of you stared at each other for what seemed like minutes before you finally broke free and groaned.

    "Fine, I’ll do it.”

    Fred fist pumped in the air that made Madam Pince to suddenly appear and hiss at him.

    “But you need to do something in return. Anything, so that I’ll feel I’m not doing this for free.” you chuckled lightly.

    He nodded in understanding. “Okay,” he shrugged, “how about I do a poem? You’re into those kind of stuff, right?”

    “Well, yeah …” you blushed again for whatever reason.

    “Then it’s settled then. You help us get the book and I’ll do a poem. Deal?” he extended a hand out and you didn’t hesitate to grasp it with your own, shaking it.


     You indeed had done what you had to do. After Fred and George talked to you and gave you the title of the book that they needed, you immediately made up an excuse as you ask the head of your house, Professor Flitwick, to sign the slip that allowed you to get the book from the restricted section of the library.

    The whole plan seemed too easy, because the teacher didn’t even question you or grew suspicious on why you needed the book. And now, you were patiently waiting inside the cosy atmosphere of the Three Broomsticks, your eyes glued on the door, ready to finalize your deal with the Weasley twins.

    Though Fred was the only one who came, even panting as he sits down beside you. You couldn’t help but glance at him oddly but still a smile was playing on your lips.

    “Sorry,” he sighed while he takes off his coat and hangs it on the chair he was sitting on, “had to get away from George. I didn’t want him to come.”

    “Why?” you slowly brought out the book from your bag.

    Fred smirked at you, “Because I wouldn’t want him hearing my poem, obviously. He wouldn’t let it go if he heard it, will keep on teasing me for an eternity if he did.” he murmured mostly to himself.

    You almost forgotten about the poem and with the mention of it, you raised your eyebrows in curiosity. “Well, now that you mentioned it, read it to me.”

    For the first time, you saw his cheeks turn into a shade of pink as he softly stutters. “Uh, r-right now?” he cleared his throat.

    “Not necessarily, but if you want to have this book —”

    “Okay,” he pouted, “I get it, I get it. Just let me …” he rummaged through his bag and got a notepad with written notes on it, though before you could take a peak, he blocked it away from your view with his hand. “Hey! I’m going to read it to you anyway so why bother?”

    “I’m just curious, jeez.” You chuckled. “You know, I’m very interested in what you have prepared. It’s always been in my bucket list to get you to do something completely out of your character.”

    “Oh, I’m sure it is.” he snorted with a grin. “Uh, so, before I begin, I’m just gonna ask you not to laugh, okay? I admit it’s not my best work but … it’s what I wanted the poem to be about.” the color red was creeping on his cheeks again.

    You smiled. “I promise.”

    He dramatically cleared his throat, turning sideways so he was completely facing you.

“The way she speaks can lure me to sleep
the way she smiles can change my cold feet
the way she reads can send thousands of thoughts
like why only now did I notice she smelled like apricots?”

     He stops momentarily to look at you and sees you laughing silently which draws him to continue.

I can never really explain why I started feeling so differently
when she has always been there, always been pretty.
and maybe that is why I decided to make a plan
something that will give my chance a hand.

It amuses me how she doesn’t notice
like for the first time, she didn’t know how to focus
but how can she not, that’s not her flaw
After all, she is a Ravenclaw.”

    Your eyes widened at that mere line and you could hear Fred taking a gulp before carrying on like nothing happened.

“So this time, as I read this poem to you
please tell me you understand it like you always do
keep in mind that out of all the pranks I’ve done, all of the shows
you rejecting me at this very moment terrifies me the most.”

    Fred closed the notepad and immediately turned away from you, folding his hands on the table. “Done.” he stated with his lips pursed together, not bringing himself to see your reaction after just confessing that he indeed fancied you.

    “That was … beautiful. You might actually beat Edgar Allan Poe if you pursued writing.” you tried to catch his eye but he wouldn’t budge. “Fred, please do look at me.”

    “No.” he answered immediately. “I-I had some time thinking about this and now that I’ve done it, I think I regretted doing it.” he spoke very fast.

    It seemed cruel, but you enjoyed seeing him all frantic and shy — because in your defense, it wasn’t everyday you would see Fred Weasley behaving this way. He was mostly so confident with his brother, the complete opposite of what he was showing you right now, and it made you reach out and place a hand over his.

    “Would it make you feel better if I told you I felt the same way?” You couldn’t help but tease, causing him to finally look at you.

    “Not funny, Y/N. You’re completely messing with my emotions and do you know how many times I’ve thought about telling you about this and now you’re —”

    You rolled your eyes, leaning in and pressing your lips onto his just to make him shut up, and also maybe because you’ve been meaning to do it for a long time now. It definitely did the trick though because Fred caught on and began to kiss you back, his hand soon resting on your cheek while his other one still intertwined with yours. When the both of you let go, Fred’s eyes looked like they were twinkling from delight.

    “What is it?” you asked, a goofy smile plastered on your mouth as well.

    “Nothing, I just — my brother and I didn’t really need the book, it was the plan I’ve been talking about in my poem, to give my chance a hand.” he repeated.

    “Wow.” you playfully slapped his arm with the borrowed book. “So meaning to say, all my efforts were put into nothing?”

    “Well, it did make you a rebel even a little bit, didn’t it?” he grinned. “And it did help this thing going on between us to evolve as well.”

    You pulled on your best confused face. “What thing?”

    “Hardy har har.” he sarcastically laughed and pulled you in for another passionate kiss, your laugh audible in between as you place your arm around his neck.

    Before the two of you could even decided to finally break free — realizing that you were still inside the Three Broomsticks — George Weasley came waltzing inside the pub and did a very loud gasp, enough to catch the attention of the other students to him.

    “I can’t believe it. It actually worked!”

    Fred groaned and turned to his brother who was now grinning like mad. “Shut up and go away, George.”

    But George was already fist bumping him, and despite Fred getting annoyed, he couldn’t help but put on a cocky and bragging grin on his face as he did so because finally, he got the girl.

jungkook scenario | aureate

Originally posted by jkguks

❝ aureate: adjective. made of gold ❞

prompt: You’re athletically challenged, but cute as heck so I keep on picking you for my team in gym class quidditch… oh am I being too obvious?

pairing: ravenclaw jungkook x slytherin reader

requested by @stitched-yoongz and anon | 3.6k words | fluff, hogwarts au

[First year]

Jungkook is aureate. Untouchable. A pure blood wizard with the heavy weight of a proud family history resting on his sculpted shoulders. He’s cut from topaz and quartz, dipped in milk and honey, smiling from his spot in perfect paradise.

Achieving high scores in class, held in high regard by all the professors, and his looks getting all the girls high, with tittering over his strong brows, bright eyes, and occasional bunny-toothed smile to remind them of his softer sides – it’s enough for you to decide that you hate him at the age of eleven. Fresh faced and fuming, you want him in his place. Not under the gaze of every girl, causing a flurry of capes and fluttering of eyelashes every time he passes by, but rather, away from the limelight, with his golden name tarnished.

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Lonely Hearts Club // Park Jimin


the prompt: no one thought the obvious hufflepuff jimin would be sorted into slytherin. because of this, many people turned their back on him out of fear. you, a ravenclaw, aren’t afraid of him. in fact, you’re only annoyed by him. but what if the slytherin is only annoying because he doesn’t know how to portray his true feelings?

words: 5315

category: hogwart!au

author note: I’ve been writing this one on and off ever since namjoon sorted the members at that fansign and i finally finished it!! pls enjoy!

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Hogwarts AU

Ravenclaw!Lance who always wondered why the hat placed him in Ravenclaw. His self-esteem hits a downfall whenever he is reminded how he might not belong here. Like when he sees his house mates answer in class or solve the riddles at the house entrance. His companions are fellow Ravenclaw!Pidge and Hufflepuff!Hunk. He sometimes flirts spars with Gryffindor!Keith, whose brother Gryffindor!Shiro is the Headboy.

EXO in Hogwarts

Xiumin:  Ravenclaw, but someone’s mistaken him for Slytherin at least once. Everyone goes to him for help, and he’d give you a long sigh if you asked him to check over your hw….but ofc he’ll do it. You’d think he was kinda intimidating since he barely talks, but you’ve seen him chatting with that loud Slytherin, so he’s pretty friendly once you get to know him. Rolls his eyes every time someone gets the riddles wrong, and tbh everyone is salty bc they keep getting harder and harder each week.

Suho: Gryffindor, and a model student at that. He’s probably the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen, some first years have actually passed out bc of his smile. Hella friendly towards the new kids, and he’ll guide them to their classrooms without complaining. Every teacher loves him, so ofc he’d be chosen as a prefect during sixth year. Has many acquaintances but a close knit group of friends that he’s always seen with.

Lay:  Hufflepuff with a heart of gold. You’ll find him in halls before class teaching simple and cool spells to first years, and some of them actually come to him when they’re crying and feel homesick. Sneaks into the kitchen like every Friday night to get some midnight snacks, and everyone knows….they just never say anything bc they love him lmao.

Baekhyun:  Gryffindor, and he wants everyone to know it too. If you thought the Weasley twins were bad…you better take a seat. He’s gotten detention so many times that’s he’s been near expulsion every year. Somehow he still manages to have top marks in every class, but you swore you’ve never see him studying. Hits on everyone during breakfast, and he’s got wild stories from his summer to tell every single morning.

Chen:  Slytherin who’s friends with every single House. He’s hella loud and if you hear a cackle down the hall, it’s probably him. He’s esp fond of that quiet Ravenclaw who’s always stuffing his nose in some book, and after like 6 years of knowing him, he’s almost close to tears when he calls him “best friend.” Doesn’t have the highest grades out of his classmates, but tbh he’s not too worried about grades and such.

Chanyeol:  Hufflepuff who’s always hanging around some mischievous Gryffindor kids. He’s formed some sort of band with his buddies, and he’s been begging the headmaster for a chance to perform at the end of the year. Has a new hairstyle every week and yes, he lives off the attention. Is always getting himself into trouble but no one really tells him off, his ears would turn red and he’d cry until they take it back.

D.O:  Ravenclaw who’s misunderstood by the whole school. People avoid him bc they think he’s scary but tbh he’s such a loveable goofball when he opens up. You’ll always see him writing something in a notebook, and it’s not really known if it’s a diary or his homework planner. He’s usually eyeing that one friendly kid in Hufflepuff, but denies it when you call him out. Has a collection of chocolate frog cards, esp Dumbledore’s.

Kai:  Hufflepuff quidditch team captain, and he’s never lost a game. He knows everyone fancies him but he doesn’t have time for that tbh. Stresses out HELLA during exam time, so he decides to ask a Ravenclaw for help one time…and it’s the best decision he’s ever made. Spends too much time on his hair every morning but it’s worth it, seeing everyone staring at him as he enters the great hall.

Sehun:  Slytherin with a family full of Gryffindors. He doesn’t know why he was sorted into a different House from his family, but you better not ask bc he’ll roll his eyes and strut away. He’s actually super funny and doesn’t care about House pride or blood relations. He didn’t have too many friends during his first couple years so he talked to the ghosts and made friends with Peeves, and they’re still pulling pranks together…so beware. 

Originally posted by royalyeol


Request: “can i request a draco fic where you move to hogwarts from another wizarding school in like year 10 (10th grade idk how you might say it) and you come from a really well known Gryffindoor family, you know the Weasleys, but get sorted into Slytherin and everyones really shocked and you become friends with Harry and Hermione (you already knew Ron) but you have a secret fling with Draco and it somehow gets revealed and backlash from Pansy and Harry, Ron and Hermione of course. Thanks so much xxx”

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2216

Warnings: implied SMUT boiiiiiiiiiii also i feel like this fic is v incoherent and messy but i hope u guys enjoy it anyway hehe

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You were green in a sea of red. Since your first day at Hogwarts, you had felt misplaced. There had been many hushed meetings with the sorting hat, with Dumbledore too. You asked and asked until you had more questions than you had started off with. Your Father’s side of the family, all Gryffindors, and your Mother’s side all American Thunderbirds. Neither pointed towards the outcome that occurred the day you arrived at Hogwarts, the same week you had returned to the UK to live with your father.


And yet, you felt shunned by them. Your last name carried deep significance to all Gryffindors, the name engraved in many trophies and plaques. The day you joined the cunning house of Slytherin was the only time you sat at your table, for even though you now wore the green robes, the only people who you felt at home with were the brave ones; the lions. You were a snake amongst strong beasts, and it really showed. That was, until you met a young blonde boy who helped you understand where you belonged.

You had met him on your first day, his eyes quick and calculating as you walked down the hallway, surrounded by your new supportive Gryffindor friends.

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Metanoia [Jimin]

{{ noun // the journey of changing one’s mind, heart, self or way of life }}

Things get interesting when the good girl falls for the bad boy.

Slight Angst, Mostly Fluff. Hogwarts AU. 5,268 words.

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There is a boy with casually tousled orange hair, glittering dark brown eyes that hold untold secrets, and plump, rosy lips that are more often than not curved into a smirk. He wears the standard Hogwarts uniform, but somehow he makes it look like it came straight off the runway with the loosened scarlet and gold striped silk tie, white untucked collared shirt with the top few buttons undone, and fitted black pants that do plenty of justice for his legs.

Park Jimin is, without a doubt, a living paradox; after all, how can someone so angelic looking be so sinful?

He’s a natural born heartbreaker with girls falling undeniably in love with him, even after they swore they never would. He’s a walking cliché: the bad boy who has countless rumors of how he beat up so and so last week or three days ago, who has a different girl for every day of the year, who every girl wants to be the one to change him– the one who would be his last. But, it’s simply all a game to him and any girl falling victim to his ways is just another pawn piece that’s so easily replaceable. And if you aren’t careful enough, you might be thrown onto his chessboard.

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Coffee, parchment and ink

 He knew that smell. It was kind of familiar, it was something sweet, something that made him comfortable and warm inside.

“Are you okay, Harry?” Hermione asked him.

“Yeah” He said without looking up from his cauldron.

When the class ended and they exited the potions classroom, Ron and Hermione we’re babbling about they potion they just brewed, talking in hushed whispers that Harry could still hear.

“What did it smell like to you?” Ron asked him.

“Rain” He lied. Well, half lied. He did smell rain in the potion, but the greater smell was the other one, the one he couldn’t tell to what belonged.

The 8th year common room was warm when they entered. The fireplace was lit and some of the 8th years were already seated on the floor and chairs.

After the war things were hard, really hard. Hogwarts was different and it would never be the same, everyone knew it and everyone was starting to accept it.

Without a word, they sat on the floor, near the fireplace, and looked at the others. There weren’t many 8th years, not everyone had decided to come back.

Seamus was the first one to talk. It was routine, it was something that happened every night, something that was safe and connected them, something that made them see each other’s point of view.

Since the year had started, they sat together every night and shared stories, told things that happened to them before or during the war. Whether they were Ravenclaws, Slyhterins, Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors, they started understanding each other like they never did before.

While Blaise was telling his own story, Harry started smelling that sweet scent again and a warm feeling settled in his stomach. He looked around trying to understand why he had only felt the smell in that moment, after three stories had already been told, but the only difference in their positions on the floor were that Susan moved closer to the fireplace and Malfoy had gotten up and went to the bathroom, and Harry couldn’t tell where the sweet scent was coming from.

The next time Harry smelled the scent was on the Quidditch pitch at a friendly game between the 8th years. He was looking for the snitch when, all of a sudden, mixed with the smell of the air and the rain, he felt it in his nostrils, heart and on the pit of his stomach. He stopped his broom in the air and looked around but the person closer to him was Malfoy, also on his broom, looking for the snitch.

When the little golden ball appeared, both boys looked at each other, smirked with the shine of familiar challenge in their eyes, and dived in, with their right arms stretched in front of them, ready to catch the snitch.

It was when Malfoy was right next to him that it him. With a surprised gasp, he stopped mid fly and Malfoy took advantage of that to catch the snitch.

And Harry finally understood. Malfoy had just passed him by on the common room when he smelled the scent and he was right next to him just moments ago, and Harry could only see one explanation, now he just had to be sure it was really Malfoy and find out why he had smelled him between rainy Quidditch pitches and cakes in his Amortentia potion.

“You seem down today, Harry. What happened?” Hermione woke Harry from his daydream.

“Do you know anyone that smells like coffee, parchment and ink?” He blurted out before he could stop himself.

“I don’t know, Harry… It’s not like I go around smelling people.” Ron said through a mouth full of food.

“Why do you ask?” Hermione looked at him suspiciously. “Don’t tell me you smelled that in your Amortentia!” 

“I didn’t!” He denied too quickly.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, knowing he was lying, but didn’t drag the conversation, changing it to their homework.

Unconsciously, Harry looked at the Slytherin table, his gaze falling on the blond boy who looked up, feeling someone looking at him, and Harry couldn’t help thinking that he would like to stare at the other boy’s eyes from much closer.

Harry shook his head, like he was trying to get rid of the thoughts he didn’t want to be having and started eating again.

When Harry finished eating he told his friends he was going to the library to study a little before he went to bed. They looked at him weirdly, as if they didn’t believe in what he was saying, but Harry wasn’t lying, really.

In the library, he went to the shelves with the potions books and searched for something that could make him understand why he had smelled Malfoy in the Amortentia potion he brewed in class.

Without finding anything that Slughorn hadn’t already said in class, Harry sighed and exited the library. In the 8th year common room, after he had gone to the bathroom, Harry said goodnight to the others and went to bed, diving into a night full of blond hair, grey eyes, coffee, parchment and ink.

“Potter” someone said behind him.

Harry didn’t have to look to know who was behind him; there was only one person that could say his name that way.


Without answering, Malfoy sat in front of Harry and put the book he has on his hands on top of the table.

“Where are your Gryffindors?” He asked without looking up.

“Went on a date. Didn’t you go to Hogsmade?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Malfoy raised an eyebrow.

“You don’t need to be so sarcastic.”

“You think that was being sarcastic? That wasn’t anything, Scarhead.”

“When are you going to stop calling me that, ferret?”

“When I feel like it.” He shrugged.

“Thank you” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Look who is being sarcastic now.”

“Shut up” Harry couldn’t help but smile a little.

The situation was strange, Harry never thought that he and Malfoy would be having a decent conversation between books in the library, but here they were and Malfoy smelled like coffee and parchment and ink and, somehow, Harry knew that he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else, if given the choice.



before I was a Hetalia blog I actually had a Harry Potter blog. I figure hey, why not take my in depth Harry Potter knowledge and apply it to Hetalia. So here is my sorting of the Face Family. (Questions, coments and debating are always welcome)

America: Gryffindor: America is a Gryffindor. This one is pretty obvious I don’t disagree when people sort him here. Really he’s the perfect Gryffindor. Loud, proud, competitive, brave. But here is what makes him a Gryffindor. He always does what HE thinks is right for everyone. This is actually the staple of a true Gryffindor. America has and will always doe what he sees fit. It doesn’t matter what the popular opinion of the world is. He’s going to do what makes him happy and he will think it’s for the good of everyone while he’s doing it because, as he says he’s the hero.

Canada: Hufflepuff: I have seen Canada be put in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. And I can see the appeal of him being placed in Gryffindor because he’s America’s brother but and they do have similarities. You can’t just make him the tag along, he’s his own person. Canada is a Hufflepuff and here is why. Of course he’s nice and whatever that’s all well and good that’s not what gives him this house. What makes him a Hufflepuff is really one of the Negative traits a Hufflepuff has and that is they are easily forgotten. Let’s not ignore the fact that Canada is one of the most forgotten about characters in cannon and the fandom. Also A Hufflepuff is more attracted to the idea of fair play. as in they would never cheat to get ahead in life. A Gryffindor would as long as the outcome was “for the good of everyone“. Canada as a character is more of a watch and see type. He’s passive. Hufflepuffs are passive. and they are also described as passive-aggressive for a negative trait. Something Canada has been shown to do may times in the manga. He is nice to your face and rolls his eyes as you turn around. Unlike America who just says what he’s thinking of you. This is why Canada would not fare well in Gryffindor, He’s Hufflepuff.

England: Slytherin. I’ve seen England be put everywhere from Gryffindor to Ravenclaw. But he’s a Slytherin through and through. To realize this you have to first ask what makes a Sytherin: cunning, resourcefulness, superiority, and ambitious. England is all of these things and so much more. It’s also stated in the books that Slytherins are competitive and sneaky. They are not afraid to cheat and lie to get themselves ahead in life. This is why they can be assumed evil and why so many of them turn to that way of life. But These traits can also be extremely useful. And England works them. He’s a self proclaimed, dark wizard and a super spy. He’s got the stealth and the extensive knowledge of the Dark arts which he frequently uses to get himself ahead in life. And this is the core reason here. England has the ability to use Magic but is only seen using it to further his own goals. England is a Slytherin 100%.

France: Ravenclaw. I’ve seen France in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. I don’t really understand him being in Gryffindor at all. Not once has he displayed any of the traits they have. France is original. This one one of the main traits that set him apart from everyone. he strives to be the best and different at the same time. ie: his shoes are different and more expensive than anyone in the room therefor his shoes are better even if no one quite understands the fashion. We see this with his eccentric war clothing that has caused him problems a few times. He’s also Creative, let’s not ignore France has arguably the best food and architecture in the world. He is also aware of these things and will constantly remind you of them.

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Ok this is an unpopular opinion, but I actually think Kaz is more of a Ravenclaw than a Slytherin. Hear me out...

The defining trait of a Slytherin is ambition, whether it be ambition to aquire money, power, fame, etc., and we are told numerous times by Kaz himself that the only reason why he wants to get rich is to take down Rollins and get revenge for his brother. To him wealth is a means to an end, not an end in itself which is what an actual Slytherin would think. I think people often first think Slytherin when they hear Kaz because he’s an anti-hero and we tend to associate villainous characters with Slytherin (like Rollins and Van Eck would definitely be Slytherins, but even decent characters like Jordie were more ambitious to gain something than Kaz was).

As to why Ravenclaw, Kaz loves puzzles and figuring things out. He said himself in his speech to Matthias at the Ice Court that he is the kind of person who will stay up all night trying to figure out tricks, and this love of discovery and self-taught knowledge is such a Ravenclaw trait. Like when Inej and Kaz spent hours trying to figure out how the Zemeni ambassador was assassinated in the windowless bathroom in SoC, or when they stole the DeKappel from Van Ecks house just to see if they could do it. While Jordie (an actual Slytherin) was busy dreaming of getting rich and becoming a merchant, Kaz was completely content just practicing coin tricks until he figured them out, and that is why I think at his core he is more of a Ravenclaw.

Also guys, the aesthetic. Ravens. Crows. It just fits so well.

 Anyways, that’s just my thoughts, and I would love to hear other people’s ideas. Any other popular house sortings in the grishaverse that you disagree with (or unpopular opinions in general)?

anonymous asked:

dude i would love to read an essay about Bellamy being a hufflepuff. i feel like too many people only put characters in hufflepuff if they don't really fit anywhere else and also i LOVE Bellamy and reading about him... so if you've got any free time, i mean...


Discussion: Is Bellamy Blake Really a Hufflepuff?
(answer: yes he is)

To begin, one has to note that Gryffindor and Hufflepuff are both basically the two sides of the same coin. They’re both considered ‘heart’ houses as loyalty and friendship are things that these houses hold important. This is clearly seen in DH when during the final battle Hufflepuffs ‘virtually to a person stay, as do Gryffindors’ (JKR, Harry Potter: Beyond the Page). The difference she said is that for Gryffindors, bravery and showboating go hand in hand and Gryffs in general love to show off. They love attention. (Literally, a prime example of this is James and Sirius- the Marauders on the whole really) Us Gryffs are the ‘do it for the vine’ kind of people. As for the Hufflepuffs, they stayed because it was the right thing to do. Not because of bravery and showboating but because it was right and Puffs are true and just.

Also here’s the thing about Gryffindor: anyone can choose to be brave and that’s why every single Gryffindor could have ended up in another house. (this is a discussion for another day though)

Now let’s get on to Bellamy. I agree that at first glance he does seem to fit the mould of Gryffindor: he’s brave, daring, and reckless (quick check: HP Wikia) But at his core he’s loyal, he’s caring, hard working and dedicated… which are all Hufflepuff traits (quick check: HP Wikia). When Bellamy goes out there to risk his life for someone, he’s not doing it to showoff, he’s not being deliberately reckless (he is being reckless but that wasn’t his intent); he’s doing it because it’s the right thing to do. He’s doing it because he has such a big heart and cares.

(Also, just for funsies, another Hufflepuff trait is fair play and remind who was scandalised at the mere thought of cheating during the blood sport games? That’s right, Bellamy. Another just for funsies trait: modesty. If you search up modesty in the dictionary then you’re bound to find his picture next to it. The boy hates getting praise for anything.)

Argument: Gryffindors also care just look at Harry James Potter.

My counter argument: Let me introduce you to Nymphadora Tonks.

Tonks was a Hufflepuff. She was also a skilled Auror and member of the OotP. She died after leaving her home- and her son who was maybe a month old at most- to go fight in the battle. She was brave and courageous and reckless and yet she was still a Hufflepuff. Reasoning: she doesn’t prioritise being brave. She chooses to be brave but it is not her priority. When she goes to her death- the battle of Hogwarts- she’s not going because she’s being brave. She’s going because not only is it the right thing to do but because her loved ones are there- her husband, her friends, her found family, people who she’s come to know and love, and that’s why she goes.

And that’s why I argue that Bellamy is a Hufflepuff. Sorting doesn’t depend on what quality is your biggest; it depends on which one you think is the most important to you. That’s why Hermione isn’t a Ravenclaw. She’s the brightest witch of her age but she asks to be placed in Gryffindor. She chooses bravery over intellect.

So for Bellamy that’s why I see him as a Hufflepuff. He will never come out and say that he was being brave. He’ll always say that it had to be done and refuse to be praised. He does however prioritise his found family because he’s loyal to them. He’ll go through hell and back not for the sake of being brave but because he’s loyal to them, because he loves them.

And if you want to go even further consider this: his bravery is circumstantial. All the characters are brave because that’s what they have to be on earth. They don’t exactly have much of a choice. And yet no one is arguing that Clarke’s not a Slytherin or Raven isn’t a Ravenclaw because it’s easy to see that the former is resourceful and cunning, while the latter cares about her intellect more than anything else. And it’s that way for Bellamy too, who’s loyalty is essentially his core trait, it’s at the root of his love for the people who he considers to be his.

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Yo, it makes me so happy to think of Peter in Hufflepuff 😂😂 Just imagine all of the possibilities

this is what happens when you guys send me stuff like this…. it turned out way longer than i aimed for but i hope you guys like it :))

  • peter was extremely nervous about where he would be sorted
  • he thought maybe gryffindor: he was especially brave and he could put up a fight
  • or maybe ravenclaw, because he was intelligent–– incredibly intelligent
  • so when he sat with the sorting hat atop his head, he was content in the fact that he would be soon decked in red or purple robes
  • and then the sorting hat began to speak, and
  • “hufflepuff”
  • peter’s eyes widened, and no no no that couldn’t be right 
  • he couldn’t believe it as he stood up and began to walk towards the huffelpuff table 
  • he shook his head, trying to keep the frown off his face, because 
  • why the hell would peter parker be sorted into hufflepuff
  • he was upset, to say the least
  • he belonged in gryffindor, where he could show his courageousness and fear of nothing
  • or he belonged in ravenclaw, where he could show his mental abilities and his creativity 
  • he knew he didn’t belong in slytherin; he was never a conniving person
  • but hufflepuff 
  • well, peter just didn’t see it
  • maybe he felt a bit better about it when he was greeted with smiles and cheers. he sat himself next to a tan boy with a weird fedora on his head, and he furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if the sorting hat had fit over it when the boy was sorted.
  • “peter” he held his hand out to shake
  • the boy looked over, shook his hand, and said “ned”
  • “did you want to be sorted here” peter blurted out, feeling his cheeks redden
  • “i didn’t really care” 
  • peter looked at him blankly
  • because hoW DO YOU NOT C A R E 
  • but instead of saying this to him out loud, he just turned away and bit his lip
  • somehow, being sorted into hufflepuff made him even more nervous for the year to come
  • a few days later, he got his robes, and he had to admit
  • he looked great in yellow
  • he made a few friends in his house, and even outside of his house 
  • he talked more with ned, and found him to be not as bad as he first thought
  • there was a girl named liz in ravenclaw who was kind to him and made his cheeks grow red every time he saw her 
  • and a girl named michelle (”call me mj”) from slytherin, who wasn’t as conniving like the stereotypes said, but more dry and sarcastic 
  • he made due, attending his classes, and soon enough, he began to enjoy them
  • his classes were mixed with all the houses, and he found himself growing jealous when he watched the other students
  • the ravenclaws seemed to excel in class more than the others, and he wondered if they had special classes of their own to strengthen their skills
  • (peter wanted those classes)
  • and then as he watched the gryffindors, he noticed how they never hesitated, whether it was about answering a question in class or even outside of classes, where they would run into the nearest conflict without even pausing
  • even the slytherin seemed more desirable, with their witty comebacks and uncaring attitude about what people thought of them
  • but what did hufflepuffs do? what was desirable about them?
  • they were the house that people made fun of, that people looked down upon. no one cared about hufflepuffs.
  • peter had gone through enough bullying in his lifetime; he didn’t want to be a part of more, for something that was entirely against his control
  • peter was sitting by the lake, thinking this exact thing, when he heard footsteps behind him
  • he turned his head and sighed when he saw flash thompson walking towards him
  • the literal king of slytherin house
  • “what’s up, penis parker?”
  • peter turned his head away from him, feeling the frown form on his face
  • “what do you want, flash?”
  • he sat down next to peter, and peter resisted the urge to groan
  • “i can hear you sulking from the other side of the courtyard. what’s wrong”
  • peter furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why someone he considered his arch enemy was asking him this
  • sure, he hadn’t really spoken enough to the guy to call him his arch enemy, but
  • s t i l l 
  • “nothing”
  • he kept his eyes off of flash but he knew the boy was staring right at him
  • (it made him nervous)
  • “is this the bullshit about you not wanting to be in hufflepuff”
  • peter whipped his head towards him with an astonished expression on his face
  • he stumbled for a few seconds with a high-pitched voice
  • “w- w- wHAT??”
  • flash rolled his eyes
  • he wasn’t convinced, and peter knew he wasn’t putting up much of an act
  • “there’s always that one kid in hufflepuff who thinks he should be in another house. and this year, it’s you”
  • peter looked at him with wide eyes as he shook his head rapidly 
  • “no, no that- that’s not- no not me”
  • flash wasn’t buying it again
  • peter stopped and looked at the ground, biting his lip
  • “yeah it is. and it’s stupid”
  • peter didn’t like being called stupid
  • “exCuSE mE?”
  • flash rolled his eyes, again
  • “calm down i’m not calling you stupid”
  • peter huffed and crossed his arms
  • “look, maybe you want to be in gryffindor because you’re brave or ravenclaw because you’re smart or slytherin because-”
  • “i don’t want to be in slytherin”
  • he could tell flash was offended after he said it but he didn’t comment on it
  • “let me fucking speak, parker”
  • peter sat silently next to him after that and continued to listen to him speak
  • he didn’t understand why someone like flash was the one telling him this
  • “hufflepuffs are good too, dumbass”
  • peter didn’t make any move to snap at him for that, only clenched his jaw
  • “hufflepuffs are the most approachable of the houses”
  • flash tried, and he kept his eyes off of peter to look out at the river
  • “which is a good thing considering lots of people here don’t have friends. they always seem to go for the hufflepuffs because they figure they won’t be rude. you can be that person for some”
  • peter’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought about what flash said
  • and maybe he was true, but it didn’t make peter feel much better
  • because what was being approachable going to help him with?
  • is that all he was described with that the sorting hat thought this would be the best fit? because he was approachable?
  • flash continued speaking, although peter wasn’t sure he wanted to listen
  • “and hufflepuffs are humble and kind”
  • peter scoffed 
  • “what’s your problem, parker”
  • if anything, flash sounded offended
  • “nothing”
  • peter mumbled and he knew flash would be aggravated with it
  • “i’m trying to help you here”
  • “yeah, and why is that?”
  • peter and flash stared at each other for a few seconds, both silent
  • and then flash sighed and shook his head, looking down at the ground in front of him
  • “my brother was a hufflepuff”
  • “your brother?”
  • peter was surprised 
  • he figured flash came from a long line of slytherins
  • “my grandparents were slytherins, and then my parents, and so was my oldest brother, but then came my other brother and he was put into hufflepuff. my parents were furious”
  • flash shrugged but peter could see the distress on his face
  • “what happened?”
  • flash shrugged again
  • “he feels like he let my family down, and to my parents, he did. it’s never been the same since then. and then he came out, and well. that didn’t make it any better”
  • peter frowned 
  • but flash perked up and put his stoic expression back on his face
  • “so just fucking deal with it”
  • peter jumped slightly at his harsh tone, thinking,
  • the old flash is back
  • “you’re known as the kind house, the approachable one, you guys see the best in people. but that’s not all you have to be, peter” 
  • peter thought that was the first time he had ever heard flash say his first name
  • “what do you mean?”
  • (he knew what he meant)
  • “just because you’re nice doesn’t mean you’re not smart, or brave, or determined. don’t let your house define you. you’re still your own person, peter”
  • peter opened his mouth to speak but flash started up again
  • “but it’s still your house, you need to feel confident in it. hufflepuffs are fucking awesome, dude. don’t put your house down”
  • flash stood up and peter hid his smile 
  • “don’t tell anyone this happened, or i’ll live up to the slytherin stereotypes”
  • and then flash walked away, and peter looked back out at the river
  • and yeah, maybe he could find a way to love being a hufflepuff
All My Love

Request: can you do one where u and Fred and George have been friends since first year and now it’s around the time of the you’ll ball and Fred starts flirting with Angelina and you get kind of jealous then like during the yule ball he asks you out to be his girlfriend

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader


The Yule Ball was such a huge topic of conversation throughout Hogwarts right now. Even Hermione, who normally had her nose stuffed in a book, gushed to you about her and Krum, and what she should wear.

“Oh, pipe up, (Y/N)! You’ll get a date, you’re loved by everyone here.” Hermione grinned to you from across the bed. You two were sitting in her bed in the dorms, both invested in the topic of conversations that swirled around Hogwarts as a storm rattled outside.

“Hermione, just because you like me, doesn’t mean everyone here likes me. Ron and Harry don’t count here.” You rolled your eyes at your best friend, who rolled them right back at your after your remark.

“Shut up, I know a certain someone who’s taken a fancy to you..” she smirked, and you felt yourself jump a little.

“What? Who?” You rushed.

“A certain ginger boy..” She went on.

“Shut up, we all know Ron’s in love with you, Hermione.” You laid back against the headboard.

“No,” Hermione’s face flushed a little, “Not Ron. Fred Weasley.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You’ve known the Weasleys since first year, when Mrs Molly Weasley helped you and Harry access platform 9 ¾ to get to the train. You’ve always loved the family, but Fred Weasley, you liked in a different way than the rest.

“You’re lying,” You muttered, feeling your cheeks warm up. Thank god it was dark and only the fireplace was on as the rain rumbled on outside.

“Would I lie to you about this? Come on, trust me! Ron said he heard Fred talking to George about how gorgeous he thought you were. Talk it up with him, flirt a little. Be playful. I’m certain he’s into that. Just be yourself, and I know he’ll grow a pair and ask you to the ball!” She clapped her hands happily and got off the bed, “You and Fred would be so cute! You’re like, this shy girl who’s incredibly smart and gorgeous and he’s like, the school troublemaker, and he’s loud. It’s a match made in heaven!”

You rolled your eyes, “Alright, fangirl. I’ll see if I can flirt, but we both know I can’t.”

“With a face like yours though, you shouldn’t need to flirt. Boys adore you. Or make him jealous!” She smirked, and then changed the topic to something about what Snape said in class today that she wanted to point out so badly, but didn’t want to lose points for Gryffindor.


It was breakfast time in the Great Hall and the entire atmosphere was buzzing, everyone was in a good mood. You sat between Harry and Fred (due to a persistent Hermione) and you were starting to feel nervous as to how exactly you’d flirt with Fred to make him more comfortable asking you to the ball.

“(Y/N), Draco’s staring at you,” Ron said through a mouth full of food from next to Hermione who looked disturbed.

“Git,” Harry mumbled.

“Oooh, get it (Y/N)!” Hermione giggled, and you rolled your eyes laughing, and you understood she was trying to get Fred jealous (as she mentioned last night.)

“Do I smile? It’s kind of awkward.” You muttered to her while Harry and Ron mentioned something about Quidditch.

“No, you ignore him, don’t stoop to the level of Malfoy,” Fred said in your ear and Hermione winked at you without him noticing.

“I mean he’s a real git but he’s not an ugly one..” You trailed off, and before Fred could answer, his attention was turned to Angelina, who took a seat next to George (who was across from Fred.)

“Morning, Angelina!” Fred piped up, and you smacked your face with your palm, thinking you might have taken the Draco thing too far. Hermione gave you a sympathetic smile and passed you a small chocolate covered strawberry, which you took from her and gulped down.

You stayed silent for the rest of breakfast, listening to Fred and Angelina flirt it out like no one was listening, and when he ended up asking her to the ball, you slammed your drink down and got up, walking out of the great hall, telling Harry and Ron you felt sick, and they gave you sympathetic nods before Hermione stood up and followed you out.

Once you guys got to the Gryffindor common room, you sulked into the couch.

“WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN TO ME!” You groaned and Hermione sat next to you.

“He’s not worth you being upset over! Come on, cheer up!” She rubbed your back as your stared at the fire.

“You said he liked me,” You mumbled, looking over at her as she lowered her gaze to her fingers.

“Sometimes, guys get scared when they’re with a girl they like. You saw how Ron was when he asked me to the ball,” She chuckled, making you grin thinking of when Ron asked Hermione to the ball, unaware of the fact she was going with someone already.

“Fred doesn’t seem scared with Angelina, though,” You sulked like a little girl.

Hermione stood up and grabbed your hand, “That’s because he doesn’t like her that way! Come on, you have a dress already so cheer up, and worst case, go with Harry!”

“Harry’s the most famous wizard in the world, plus he’s in the triwizard tournament, pretty sure he can get any girl he wants, Hermione.” Hermione groaned and at the moment, Harry and Ron walked into the room looking concerned.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?” Ron asked, plopping down on the couch next to you. With your permission, Hermione told Ron and Harry about your little ‘heartbreaking situation’ and Harry agreed to be your date to make Fred jealous, which Hermione grinned at and Ron looked sick.

“My brother? Really? Don’t need you laggin’ about our house once you two start dating. You’re at our house enough as it is.” Ron chuckled.

“You love me, Ronald Weasley.” You patted his head, and he grinned.

“You’re not wrong.”


It was finally the day of the ball, the past week dragged by so slowly. You and Hermione had finished getting ready. You wore a silver, floor length gown that had sparkles near the bottom, and short sleeves that came off the shoulders. Your (y/h/c) hair was curled in a vintage style and your simple makeup really made a difference, and you were happy. Hermione looked gorgeous as well, and as you two made your way down the stairs of the Great Hall, you saw Harry and Ron gape from the bottom of the stairs, making you two giggle.

“Wow..” Ron started before getting dragged off by his date.

“You two look absolutely amazing,” Harry smiled at the two of you, as you both thanked him.

Viktor Krum came over to take Hermione’s hand and kissed it, telling you you looked lovely before walking off with her, and you could see the pink on her cheeks making you giggle.

“Shall we?” You asked Harry before making your way into the Hall, and wow was it gorgeous. You were admiring it intently, until Harry interrupted your thoughts.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked, letting go of your arm. You nodded with a smile and he dissapeared into the crowd.

“(Y/N),” You heard your name from behind you and came face to face with Draco Malfoy, who looked pretty dashing, “You look beautiful.” He said and you blushed a little, “Too bad you went with Potter, we could have been the best looking couple here.” He smirked.

You felt an arm around your waist and turned to find Fred Weasley staring down Draco, “Shove off, Malfoy,” Draco rolled his eyes and didn’t feel the need to argue with him, before walking off.

“Fred, he wasn’t going to do anything. He knows better.” You said softly, loving the feeling of his arm around you.

“I don’t like the way he looks at you.” He whispered, eyes lingering on yours, and your heart sped up a little. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Harry coming back, but he stopped in his tracks and winked at you when he saw the position you and Fred were in.

“Come on, it’s no big deal,” You giggled as Fred leaned in a bit and you stepped back, “Wow, wait, aren’t you here with Angelina? Don’t swoop in like this.” You saw his face fall.

“No, no, I mean yes I’m here with her but,” He sighed, “Only because I didn’t have the courage to ask you. Seeing you here with Potter, it’s killing me.” He looked down at his feet before looking back at you, “I know it sounds cheesy, but I’ve liked you for a really long time, and we’ve been friends and I don’t want to ruin that which is why I may not have shown my interest. But seeing you, looking absolutely ravishing tonight by the way, but seeing you with Harry and Malfoy, it hurts.” He finished, and you blushed.

“I understand completely, you big goof. I feel the same way,” You said and he grinned and kissed your hand. You felt bad for Harry, ditching him like this, but you saw him chatting it up with some Ravenclaw girl before Fred dragged you to the dance floor.

“May I have the dance?” He bowed down with a smirk.

“Of course.”