so happy ginny is doing this

Today Harry James Potter is 37 years old.

He’s lived two decades more than the age he was when he willingly died.

So he refuses to eat his birthday cake unless Ginny admits he’s 20 years old.

What do you mean I’m almost 40? No. I died at 17 and was reborn. Technically. I’m twenty. I’m practically a young boy. Don’t “Dad” me. I’m twenty years old. Ron, tell them.

My Dearest Harry,


Happy Birthday!!!! I’ve set an alarm for 8:30, and if you haven’t fire-called me by then I’m side alonging Rose over to scold you. Today took some serious planning, dear, and that boyfriend of yours will never forgive me if you show up late. Wear that green top- it brings out your eyes!


With love,


Hermione Granger-Weasley





If you are late this afternoon I will fillet you alive.


Birthday Wishes.


-Draco (I love you. Wear the green top.)





Happy 37th, Mate!!! Do us all a favor and get your old arse out of bed before 2, would you? ‘Mione and Draco have been working together, and you know how they get going. She’s in a right fuss, that one. I had to talk her out of sending you a howler this morning, and that was only by… Distracting her, so to speak. As I’m human and understand human emotions, needs, etc., (unlike our crazy robotic lovers), I’ve sent over a coffee and some chocolate frogs to make the ungodly time a little more bearable.






P.S. Hermione told me to tell you to wear the green top? I don’t give a flying fuck what you wear as long as you and Malfoy manage to keep the clothes firmly on this time.





I had to hold mum down, she wanted to bring you breakfast in bed this morning. As much as she loves you, I’m not sure how she would have felt if she walked in on you having a lovely birthday shag with Malfoy against the coffee table. You’re welcome. See you tonight. And, for Merlin’s sake, try to be on time. In the green shirt, or Malfoy will send you straight back. Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


-Ginny P.s. Luna sends her regards and also asked me to tell you that green wards off the hucklefins.





I had the strangest dream last night, Harry. I was being chased by a group of wrackspurts, all of them demanding I return their ‘treasure’. I was quite confused by their insistence that I had taken this ‘treasure’ (you know how I feel about stealing, it affects my aura), and I kept spraying lilac essence to ward them off, but to no avail. I asked Ginny if she thought it meant something, but she thinks I may have just had too much to drink last night. What do you think?


Oh yes dear, I almost forgot! Happy Birthday! I do hope you know to be on time, but I’ll try to distract him if you run late. I read last night about some very new potions research that could keep him talking for at least an hour.


Love you, dear.


Luna (Wear green.)



The boy who continues to live,


I’d say congratulations, but you’ve been complimented so many times for merely staying alive that it feels tacky at this point. Draco’s got himself all in knots over tonight’s events, and as much fun as it’s been watching him all flustered, I know that if you manage to screw this up I’ll be the one supplying his alcohol, so I feel I must warn you; If you wish to continue to be the boy who lived, show up on time, and properly dressed, if you can manage. Although, come to think of it, “The boy who fucked up one too many goddamn times” has a ring to it.


-Pansy Parkinson





You have always been a son to me, dear. I know it goes without saying, but if I learned anything from the war, it’s that telling people what they mean to you is a privilege, and something we should do as often as we can. So, and I don’t mean to be sappy love, I know you have big plans for tonight, but I simply have to tell you how proud I am of the man you have become. Happy Birthday, dear. (I’ve sent over some breakfast, though Ginny suggested maybe I shouldn’t have. Terribly sorry if I’ve interrupted anything. Draco’s favorites are in there too, just in case.)







Happy Birthday, you geezer. The Amazon is great, as promised, if a little hot for my taste. I’m sorry to be missing your evening tonight- there truly isn’t anything for it. They want me back at the University this Thursday, and I’ve got very little besides a sunburn to show for my time out here. Personally, I think they’ve been a little outrageous with the timing; researching Amazonian werewolf roots and ancient cures isn’t exactly a picnic, you know.


Enough complaining. How’ve you been? How’s Draco? Have you finally bucked up and popped the question? I assume not; someone would have owled, I’m sure. You really ought to do it soon, Harry. If you don’t, he will, and you know how terribly dramatic he is. Just think on it. Send my love to Grandma, would you? I miss her terribly. Oh, and you can have some too, of course.


-Teddy Lupin



Uncle Harry,


I know you aren’t awake yet. You are never awake before noon. Which is why, in approximately 28 minutes, if you don’t firecall mum (which you won’t) to tell her you’re getting ready, (which you aren’t), I’m coming over there myself to talk some sense into you.


You do realize how important today is? Happy Birthday. I’ll see you in precisely 27 minutes.


-Rose Granger-Weasley Future Minister for Magic



Uncle Harry,


Please be awake when Rose gets to your place, she’s in a scary mood this morning. Happy Birthday, and best of luck, because Mum isn’t much better by the looks of it.







Happy Birthday. I know you are prone to sleeping in, but Draco has been particularly high-strung about this evening and I would really encourage your punctuality this once. I will, unfortunately, be quite busy this evening, but I look forward to seeing you soon. Tea at the manor Wednesday, perhaps? Talk to Draco and get back to me. Oh, and you do look so ever lovely in green. Regards,


Narcissa Malfoy
—  Birthday Letters

“that’s because it’s colorless,” said ginny in a convincingly exasperated voice, “but if you want to walk through it, carry on, then we’ll have your body as proof for the next idiot who didn’t believe us…” 

for @fleurrdelacour; happy birthday, malia!

insp. [x] [x] [x]

Give me angry Pansy pining after Draco who's pining after Harry who's pining after Ginny who's pining after Dean who's pining after Seamus who's also pining after Dean

Give me Pansy who tries something new every year to get Draco’s attention and being so angry when he doesn’t notice
Give me Draco ignoring Pansy because Potter is nearby and that Granger girl is far too close to him Pansy /look/
Give me Harry ranting to Hermione about Ginny because she’s been spending a lot of time with Neville, are they dating? And Hermione patiently explaining that, no, they aren’t dating because Luna and Neville are dating
Give me Ginny ranting to Luna about Dean because he’s always with /Seamus/
Give me Dean talking to Ron in a hushed voice in the common room at night about Seamus and how he totally likes me, right?
Give me Seamus having the same conversation with Ron the next morning at breakfast and being confused when Ron sighs and mumbles something about pining idiots

Give me eighth year friendships that turn into relationships
Give me Hermione and Pansy who try and get Draco and Harry together and end up having a fling. It doesn’t work out because Pansy starts thinking that maybe she doesn’t want a relationship
Give me Pansy who gets a dog and names it Clifford because what, Hermione, I’ve watched the show
Give me Draco and Harry who are pushing into a relationship by Pansy and Hermione and are reluctant at first, but then they realize that, hey, they actually work
Give me Ginny who gets even closer to Luna after the war and when Luna and Neville break up, is confused as to why she is relieved because she doesn’t like /Neville/
Give me Dean who draws Seamus in all his free time because he has a really nice smile
Give me Seamus finding the drawings and confronting Dean about them because these are /good/ but there are so many and how long has he been doing this?
Give me Seamus getting confused when Dean gets flustered because he doesn’t like him, right?
Give me Dean who kisses Seamus on the spot because it’s now or never
Give me Hermione who is fed up with all of this pining
Give me Ron who laughs harder everyday because these gay idiots have no idea they like each other
Give me Neville who ends up in a relationship with Hannah Abbot because she shares his love of plants and he really loved Luna, but more as a sister than anything

Give me Weasley dinners with Ron and Hermione, Draco and Harry, Neville and Hannah, Luna and Ginny, Dean and Seamus, Pansy and Clifford
Give me Molly going frantic because /so many jumpers/ and how do you even make a jumper for a /dog/
Give me couples swapping jumpers

Give me happy Hogwarts kids in happy, loving relationships

Stealing Sweaters (Part 6)

Thank you very much!!!! 

If you’re new to the series, please start here!

“So I was thinking, for the eighth year quidditch teams, we could see if any other sixth or fifth year players wanted to join, just to fill out the roster,” Ron said, gesturing animatedly with his hands as they made their into the great hall for lunch.

Harry brow furrowed as they sat, “But we have enough players-”

“Enough people who can fly.” Ron said loading up his plate, “Just because Zabini knows how to use a broomstick doesn’t mean he has any talent, or interest for that matter, in being a chaser.”

“I suppose…” Harry conceded, his brow furrowing further. He glanced around, trying to figure out what seemed off.

“So-” Ron paused to shovel some sort of green bean concoction into his mouth- “wif a few fifh years and sifs years we can-”

Hermione sighed and leant in front of Harry to say, “Ron please finish your food, then talk. No one wants to see the process.”

Ron made a vague mph sound as he dutifully closed his mouth.

“That’s it-!” Harry pointed to Ron and Hermione on either side of him, “the two of you aren’t sitting together!”

“Like I want to be stuck listening to Ron go on about quidditch, I mean really,” Hermione said shortly, already digging a massive book from her bag and charming it float in front of her so she could read as she ate.

Ron shrugged and gestured for Harry to get some food. He still felt a prickle of unease at the back of his mind but he did his best to ignore it and began filling his plate.

“Malfoy!” Hermione called out, waving her hand like she did when she wanted to be called on by a professor.

Harry froze, staring blankly at his plate, his ears straining to hear what they were saying.

“Yes, Granger?”

“Have you read Killgow’s Art of Potioneering?”

“I have,” Draco said warily.

“Excellent,” Hermione said, and as Harry glanced over, saw her grab Draco’s arm and pull him into the seat beside her, “I have some theories-”

She disappeared into potion theory, talking about compound reactions and differential magic effects, all of which Harry would have needed years worth of private tutoring to even know half of what she was saying. Draco was following her with nods and interjections, moving to a different page of Hermione’s book with a flick of his wand to highlight whatever point he was making.

It wasn’t until Draco glanced over at Harry and caught him staring that Harry realised he was staring and quickly looked back at his plate. He felt his cheeks grow hot and silently cursed himself. He ate a few bites of food to give himself something to do so that he wouldn’t be tempted to glance over again.

It was all Hermione’s fault.

Every since she had said that Harry couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Before he had been planning to talk with Draco, to try and figure out what he had done wrong. Now he didn’t know what to do.

Ron leant forward, suddenly entering Harry’s line of vision and making him jump. He called over to Hermione, “Hey, Mione, I was wondering if you’d look over my charms paper before I turn it in.”

Hermione pulled herself away from her discussion with Draco and frowned at Ron, “You should have asked earlier. How are you going to fix anything right before class?”

Ron shrugged guiltily, “You could, check my spelling? If I’ve put something stupid in I could scratch it out.”

She sighed, “Fine.” Hermione stood and with a deft swish of her wand, Her plate leapfrogged over Harry’s and his slid underneath, her book dutifully moving back over her plate, now in front of him. “Trade places with me, Harry?” she said, already moving in a way that suggested her words were more or less a formality.

Harry hesitated, shooting a desperate glare at his best friends as he realised the source of all his unease was this- whatever they had planned. He reluctantly moved down a seat next to Draco.

Draco who was eating, or moving his food around on his plate in a very focused manner. He didn’t even look over as Harry took his new place.

Harry grabbed up a bread roll, very slowly cutting it in half and then smearing too much butter on it before setting it down on his plate, feeling too nervous to actually eat it. “Done much flying?” he asked, just to break the unbearable tension.

“No.” Draco said stiffly, “Studying, mostly.”

“Oh. Right.” Harry said faintly.

“We have exams coming up, as I’m sure you’re aware,” Draco said without any inflection whatsoever.

“Yeah…” he absently started to pull his roll apart with his fingers, “Never too early to get a start on those.”

“They are the most important exams of our lives.”

Harry nodded, as he glanced over, he noticed that Draco hadn’t eaten what little he had put on his plate, all of which looked worse than the bread roll mess on Harry’s plate. At least he had eaten something when he was trying not to stare. Harry looked at Draco himself and noticed faint shadows under his eyes and worried that he was looking thinner than before.

“Would you like the tea pot?” Harry asked, knowing that even in his worst moods, Draco always at least had tea.

Draco looked over and for just a second their eyes met, before Draco turned away, squeezing his eyes shut like he was in pain. “It’s fine. No tea. I’m fine.” He stood up and grabbed his bag, “Not really hungry anyway.”

Harry watched him leave, a tiny squeezing pain lodging itself in his chest. “Has he been eating much?” he turned and looked at Ron and Hermione who were watching him intently, no charms paper in sight, “Do you know? He looks thin.”

Ron shook his head and added a shrug.

Hermione said, “I don’t know but I haven’t exactly been watching Malfoy’s eating habits.”

“Not very well,” A light airy voice piped up from Hermione’s other side. Luna leaned into view, “I think Draco’s worried about something.”

Harry grabbed his bag and stood up, “I’m just gonna go to the kitchens. Maybe I can convince the house elves to send him something…”  he hurried off, his friends watching him go.

“He hardly ate anything himself,” Ron said.

“I think your plan sucked.” Ginny draped her arms around Luna’s waist and rested her chin on Luna’s shoulder.

Ron frowned and said testily, “What do you know about anything.”

“Anyone can see what you two are up to,” Ginny said.

Luna smiled, “I think it’s sweet. Harry and Draco will be so happy once they’re together.”

“If you can manage a plan that isn’t utter rubbish,” Ginny said, raising an eyebrow.

Ron’s frown deepened into a glower, “It’s not like it’s going to work out all at once, is it? It’s like a chess game and in chess, how you move your pawns is just as important as how you move your queen!”

Ginny opened her mouth to retort but before she could say anything, Luna reached over and gently tugged on Ginny’s earlobe which had the strange effect of making her blush and go entirely silent. Luna turned back to Ron and Hermione, “What Ginny means is that we would like to help.”

“We have an idea,” Ginny added.

Luna nodded, “It’s quite good.”

Part 1 ~ Part 2  ~  Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 (you are here!) ~ Part 7   ~ Part 8


a/n: got carried away this time again so this headcanon is pretty long 😂 also, tagging @genesis-of-a-warrior because she loves georgie as much as i do!

Masterlist + Request here!

• the first time you met him was when him and Fred stood beside you when the sorting ceremony was taking place.

• they were quite amused when you managed to tell them apart (but in your defense, it was just sheer luck and didn’t really know how to do so because they were really identical).

• still, ever since, they’ve considered you as one of their best friends and you felt the same towards them.

• though you’ve always felt a little something more about George since he was the one you mostly talked to.

• he was such a good listener that you weren’t afraid of telling anything to him, and he always got the best advices up his sleeves whenever you needed it.

• some friends always wondered how you knew which was which and you would always say that you have managed to tell them apart because of their different attitudes.

• or maybe because you’ve memorized George’s characteristics so much that you just knew that it couldn’t be Fred whenever you talked to him.


• because everyone always have thought that you were dating George because of how you close you two were.

• the rumors started when george admitted that he found you attractive and any guy would be lucky to have you as their girlfriend.

• but he only said it that time because you were honestly such a good friend to him (friendzoned ouch).

• and when he clarified it shortly after the teasing started, you were quite disappointed that he only liked you in a platonic way.

• Fred still rooted for you guys though lmao.

• like he knows that George was kind of lying when he said he only saw you as a friend


• George looks at you like you’re the greatest thing on earth.

• even Lee Jordan sees it.

• and he teams up with Fred in making George realize that he like likes you.

• like he does it embarrassingly during Quidditch games.

• “Ah! Nice hit from George Weasley from the Gryffindor team — hey, Y/N! Don’t you think he’s so great? I reckon he’s just gaining up the balls to ask you out!”

• and if you also play for your house’s Quidditch team, Lee does exactly the same.

• “And Y/H scores! Damn, George, if you don’t ask Y/N out someone’s going to so better hurry up!”

• Professor McGonagall not even complaining.

• George getting all flustered sometimes when they tease him but covering it up with sarcasm and teasing back.

• you not minding it because you’ve already accepted the fact that he will never see you as something else more than just his best friend.

• though as time passes by, the thought of you being his girlfriend has been passing in his mind more frequently.

• especially when in your sixth year — the time of the triwizard tournament — and there was an upcoming yule ball. a lot of boys were asking you to come with them that time and he was just so annoyed because they did it whenever he was around (since you were always seen with him and Fred).

• George abruptly telling someone to “back off” when that someone asked you out and he was in a bad mood.

• you asking him what his problem was

• him confessing that he doesn’t like the idea of you going out with other guys, asking you out as his date to the yule ball at the same time.

• Fred overhearing the conversation and shouting “DAMN, IT TOOK SIX YEARS FOR YOU TO MAKE A MOVE!?”

• everyone laughing along and agreeing

• you slightly blushing but saying yes anyways

• from that day forward, you and George have considered each other as more than friends.

• when he officially asked you to be his girlfriend, he was all flustered and shy aND BASICALLY NOT THE GEORGE WEASLEY YOU HAVE COME TO KNOW OF

• like he had a hard time trying to find the words

• “I — um — er — well, you know how we’ve been going on dates a lot, right? And I was, uh, kind of wondering if, you know, we can be like, more than best friends?”

• “Like super ultra mega best friends?”

• he wasn’t amused by your teasing but you were completely forgiven when you made the first move and kissed him full on the lips.

• Fred being the third wheel

• Fred always joking that you stole his twin brother from him

• you reminding him that it was his plan in the first place to get the two of you together


• nothing really changed that much except for a few certain things

• like how he always liked to have some kind of skin contact with you in any way possible

• for example, if the two of you were sitting beside each other, he’d purposely sit too close so that your knees were bumping as well as your arms.

• it was also a thing of his when he’d ask for a kiss on the cheek and turn around last minute so that you’ll be kissing him on the lips instead


• he was honestly never the jealous type now that he was your boyfriend

• he knew how much you truly loved him and he trusted you with everything he had.

• study dates that often lead to make out sessions oops

• he’d be so supportive in everything you do!

• though not the jealous type, he is overprotective sometimes

• making sure that whoever messes with you gets to deal with him and his cruel jokes (and Fred’s too)

• Ginny treating you like an older sister because she never had one of those.

• Ron awkwardly asking advice from you when it comes to understanding girls

• Molly and Arthur being so so happy because they always knew George had a thing for you way back before the both of you realized it.

• spending Christmas at the Burrow!

• honestly, he’d just be the most perfect guy

• because you’re never afraid to be wacky or purposely look ugly whenever you’re with him. you know he’ll never judge you and will love you no matter what.

• #relationshipgoals to summarize it

Down To Mephisto’s Cafe PT. 4.5

Brown Eyed Girl

One phone call later…

Pansy: Draco, I am having a crisis.

Draco: Did someone suggest florals for Spring again? Those tacky bastards.

Pansy: That was a real crisis Draco, as is this. I can’t tell if someone is gay.

Draco: What!? 

Pansy: I know! It’s driving me mental! She was giving me vibes at a photo shoot, attends a party with me, comes back to my place where she wants to cuddle? And share secrets? Secrets, Draco!

It was like some weird heterosexual coming of age film for 14 year old girls!

Draco: *teasingly* Did you share secrets?

Pansy: That’s besides the point! And then she comes into my office, unannounced, to tell me we are going out tonight!

Draco: Darling, I fail to see the crisis. That sounds like a date to me.

Pansy: Yeah, until you had to go and sabotage it all!

Draco: Me?! How did I-

Pansy: She invited you! 

Is it a date? Is it a group outing? Should I wear underwear!?

Draco: So, do you like her? Because the Pansy I know wouldn’t be a little bitch about it. Think darling, think. Don’t let Ginny Weasley be the one exception to the “I get what I want rule”. You deserve to be happy, love.

You like her. We both know you do. Sound the alarm! Pansy has a boner in her heart!

Pansy: I have work I should be doing, unlike some people.

Don’t forget to dress casual!


domestic linny

for @hpfemslashnw

  • ginny takes luna out her broom all the time - and it’s the most romantic thing ever 
  • they move in together in a nice flat in london when they’re around 21
  • luna doesn’t know what she wants to be yet, she kinda just goes with the flow, but ginny definitely wants to be a professional quidditch player
  • nights in!!! luna cooks!!! romantic dinners!!!
  • they want to explore the muggle world, so they take walks around in london and go to muggle bars and the movies and all the things muggles to in their free time
  • luna draws everywhere - both the walls in their flat and ginny’s hands are full of ink
  • every sunday they have dinners at the burrow
  • luna is definitely the big spoon, and there is nothing ginny loves more than laying in luna’s arms, listening to the quietness of their flat and the distant sounds of london
  • luna comes to every one of ginny’s quidditch matches
  • lazy mornings with music and cuddling and breakfast in bed is their jam
  • ginny sings - in the shower, on the table, while folding clothes and while making dinner - and luna loves it
  • luna constantly reminds ginny how much she loves her - out of the blue she’ll just say “ginny, i love you so much i don’t know what to do with myself” like she’s commenting on the weather, and ginny just melts
  • they’re just so happy and content and love each other so much oh my god

request: “after that first one i need more draco/julian 😩😩 maybe they didn’t obliviate team flash after that whole reunion and they stayed in central city and the golden trio comes to visit for christmas so all of team flash walks in on them using magic to make the west house more festive and they’re all mesmerized and it’s just a wonderful christmas with the wiz gang back together again?? thanks so much again for the other one and tbh your account is a blessing to this website omfgggg <3” — by @fuckkoffcourtney

a/n: that must be the biggest compliment i have ever received ever! thank you so so much for those kind words 💖 and to be honest, i live for this crossover because the flash and harry potter are two of my main fandoms 😂 (p.s. this is going to be long af again and changed it up a little bit again too)

p.s. albus severus, lily luna, and hugo are not born yet in this imagine



    Team Flash learned to accept the truth after a couple of weeks of being introduced to Y/N Potter. They were surprisingly understanding about Y/N’s and Draco’s case that it was like nothing happened. Though there were times when they still couldn’t help asking questions, like what the hell was Hogwarts or were unicorns really real. As the days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, they already treated Y/N as a part of the team as Y/N already treated them as her second family.

    Meanwhile, Draco could never be more happy now that they were together again. She immediately accepted his offer when he asked her if it was okay if they were going to share an apartment, Y/N even rolling her eyes and saying that he didn’t have to worry because she wasn’t going to let him go out of her sight ever again; Draco smirking and pleased. He also started to get handy with his wand once more, which was kept inside its box for years, as well as slowly returning into his old self again — minus the bad attitude, of course.

     "I wish I was a wizard.“ murmured H.R. as Y/N helps him with the decoration inside the cortex, a wand in her hand as she commands the ornaments to place themselves around the room.

    Y/N chuckled. "You’ve said that for the sixth time since I decided to join you.”

     "Because I really want to. Why do you think I always have these two bad boys around?“ he brought out the sticks that he always brings around him.

     "Nice try, H.R., but you don’t really possess magic.” said Draco as he suddenly enters, smirking when he saw his girlfriend was there.

     Y/N smiled. “Now, Draco, don’t talk like that. Of course, H.R. has magic! Just the different kind though.” she chuckled.

     Before H.R. could respond, an owl abruptly soared above their heads, Cisco running after it in complete annoyance and frustration. “Bad bird! Bad bird!” shouted Cisco as he flaps his arm in the air. “I told that little owl that his kind are not allowed inside this building, but he won’t freaking go outside!” he complained.

     Y/N and Draco shared a look and as if on cue, a letter fell on top of Y/N’s palm. The owl hooted then, exiting the cortex at once just as Cisco hoped, much to his confusion.

     He furrowed his eyebrows, pointing at the red envelope in Y/N’s hand. “Did that owl just delivered a message and left like nothing happened?”

     "Yes, Cisco, it’s one of the ways wizards use to communicate with each other. I’m surprised people still use them.“ said Draco just as it began to smoke. "Though, Y/N, you might want to open that quickly because I’m 100% sure it’s a howler.”

     She widened her eyes. “Shoot, of course, it is.” she hastily opened it.

     The letter floated in midair as it stretched, Cisco and H.R. now moving behind the couple in utter amazement and fear of what they were seeing in front them. It seemed like just when they think they’ve seen it all, the wizarding world proves yet again that they are completely wrong.

     “Y/N Potter!” Hermione’s recognizable voice was heard when the letter opened its mouth, the tone of her voice making it obvious that she was mad. “I can’t believe that after I agreed on letting you stay with Malfoy, you haven’t bothered to make any contact with us at all —”

    “Hermione, don’t scare her away —” said Ron in the background.

    “— even until now that it’s so close to Christmas! I miss you so much along with your twin brother, Ron, and Ginny. Not to mention your nieces and nephews. But no worries now, I just sent you this letter to inform you that we’ll be visiting Central City to meet you.”

     Ron piped in once again. “We’re bringing the kids!”

     "And we haven’t really told Harry about this plan but I know he’ll agree. See you in a couple of days!“ finished Hermione as the letter bursts up into flames, its ashes falling down on the ground.

      Cisco dropped his jaw. "What was that?”

     "Weasley and Granger?“ asked Draco instead.

      Y/N nodded. "More like just Weasley. They’re already married, you know.”

     "What was that?“ asked Cisco again, staring at the pile of ashes on the floor.

      "A howler. It’s like a voice message but like through a letter.” explained Y/N before chuckling softly.

      “Cool.” said Cisco and H.R. at the same time, raising their eyebrows and looking at each other weirdly.

      Draco rolled his eyes. “So, about them coming, do you think they meant it?”

      Y/N breathed out a heavy sigh. “Yes, I do. Which means we need to fix up the apartment because quite frankly, you still need their approval.” She teased.

     "Of course, I do.“ frowned Draco, crossing his arms.

      She chuckled, patting his chest affectionately before taking out her wand again to continue on decorating — both of their thoughts on how their Christmas was going to be now upon the news.

      "Wait, so Y/N’s brother saved everyone from a nose less and bald psycho?” repeated Barry after Draco explained everything about the Second Wizarding War, Y/N and H.R. now doing the meals since they were the only ones who were passionate about making Christmas truly merry.

      Cisco, Caitlin, and Iris were also chatting with Barry and Julian, hot chocolate inside the mugs that they were holding while Wally and Joe were at the dining area and helping themselves with some eggnog.

     "Yeah, to sum it up, apparently.“ mused Draco, now standing up and approaching his girlfriend who seemed to be such in a nervous state.

     She has been extremely quiet since the moment she woke up early in the morning. Draco knew that she has been overthinking about her family’s visitation today and he also knew that she was stressing it out a little bit too much. Wrapping his arms around her body from behind, Y/N let out a rather loud yelp that made him chuckle and kiss her neck.

     "Not funny.” said Y/N, playfully slapping his hand while she finished washing the last of the pans they previously used for cooking.

     Draco smiled. “You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

     She sighed, turning around to face him. “Immensely. I haven’t really talked to Harry after running away that night. And after he knew that we were dating each other back then, something just wasn’t the same anymore.”

     "I’m sorry.“ said Draco. "I know if I hadn’t been such a jerk at Hogwarts then this wouldn’t be too complicated.”

     "It’s all in the past. What matters is right now, love.“ assured Y/N.

     "Let’s just hope Harry thinks the same way.” replied Draco, making Y/N raise her eyebrows for it was the first time she ever heard him regard her brother by his first name.

      A knock on the door interrupted their moment and Y/N snapped her attention towards it, the rest of the Team Flash doing the same. Mindlessly untangling herself from Draco, she half-ran to the said door and pulled the knob before surprisingly getting knocked over by a tight embrace, unmistakingly bushy hair from Hermione blocking her line of vision.

     "Oh, Y/N!“ exclaimed Hermione just as she pulls away, a chuckling Ron behind her who was holding their only daughter, Rose, on his arm. "How are you?”

     Y/N grinned. “I’m good, Hermione. You?”

     "Never been better.“ She grinned in return, stepping sideways to let Ron enter wherein he gave Y/N a one-armed hug.

     "Nice to see you again, Y/N. We actually had to travel here by a real airplane because little Rosie here isn’t exactly fit for side-along apparating — tell me, though, who is this Flash that we kept on seeing on the billboards?” asked Ron.

     Y/N laughed and subtly glanced at Barry who was grinning. “He’s a superhero, you know, people who have super abilities.” Her eyes travelled behind him. “Where’s Harry and Ginny?”

     Just in cue, they came into full view and Y/N locked eyes with her brother. He gave her a genuine smile and she couldn’t help but run towards him, engulfing him in a suffocating embrace. Harry chuckled, stroking her hair affectionately and pulling away.

     "Harry, I’m so sorry about that night —"

     "Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong.“ Harry cut her off. "Let’s just forget about it. I’m just happy to see you happy. Even if it’s because of … him.” His gaze flickered at the blonde boy inside the apartment, Draco watching them silently as if contemplating about joining them.

      Y/N grabbed Harry’s wrist upon the reminder and dragged him forward to follow her. “Come on now, this feud between the two of you should have ended long ago ever since you know what.”

      Draco stared at Y/N before sighing, looking at Harry who was already in front of him and extending a hand out. “I suppose as her brother and for saving my life once, you’d earn my respect, Potter.”

     "And for making her happy, I guess you too earn my respect.“ said Harry, shaking his hand.

    "Well, look at that. Two of my favorite boys, getting along.” teased Y/N, marching towards Ginny then who brought along James and Teddy along with them, hugging them as tight as possible.

     As Draco looked at the sight in front of him, where both of the people he had come to know of in the past and the present was gathered, he couldn’t think how this Christmas was going to be more interesting at it is. But just seeing Y/N so happy and grinning, he didn’t mind — not at all.

fanboyofallthingsfandom  asked:


  • even though ginny grew up where someone was always constantly cooking in her home, that did not mean she knew how to cook.
  • or hell, even had a natural talent for it. 
  • you could say she was disastrous in the kitchen, which meant that luna always cooked.
  • but luna was having a stressful time with her research lately, and well, ginny wanted to do something special for her.
  • while luna was out and about visiting harry, ginny decided she would try to cook luna her favorite meal.
  • she had it all prepared. she had even owled ron for some pointers.
  • but five minutes into cooking, the meal exploded in her face and all over the kitchen.
  • and naturally, luna walked through the door right as she was cleaning up.
  • ginny felt so frustrated, but luna just giggled.
  • “what are you doing, gin?” she asked her kindly.
  • ginny sighed and spread the flour now plastered to her face further across her forehead.
  • “i was just trying to do something special for you for once,” she answered honestly, “you’re always cooking. i felt like i should try and learn.”
  • luna smiled softly and made her way toward ginny.
  • once she was in front of her, she cupped her face in her hands.
  • “you do special things for me every day, like listen to what i have to say. people used to never listen, but you always have.”
  • ginny smiled shyly and felt herself blush, and luna leaned forehead to gently kiss her forehead.
  • “and besides,” luna added, “it’s more fun to play with food than eat it. right?”
  • ginny chuckled, “maybe for some people. i prefer to eat it, if i do say so myself.”
  • luna poked ginny’s stomach and giggled, and ginny responded by flicking flour in her face.
  • then before they knew it, they were having a food fight.
  • and once it ended, ginny realized how happy she made luna without knowing how to cook.
  • all she wanted was for luna to be happy, and that was enough for her. even if it meant she couldn’t prepare her own meals.

anonymous asked:

I dare you to share a something from a WIP if you have one (please pleaseee im so curious!!!)

I don’t usually publish my writing, like at all, but i actually like this part a lot so here you go. :) Oh, also context, this happens after Harry and Ginny go clubbing and Ginny kisses a woman for the first time. Harry’s very happy for her.

They walk in comfortable silence the rest of the way. Only, Ginny stops him before Harry can step into the apparition point. He comes to a halt and waits for her to talk.

“Do you ever…” she breaks off and huffs. “Have you ever felt like you could like someone, even if they aren’t, you know, a woman?”

Harry thinks about it. He remembers Cedric Diggory for some reason, his dark tussled hair and bright grey eyes. Ginny speaks up before he can say anything.

“Sorry. I knew it was stupid.” she says, rushed, and turns away from Harry. “I’m just tipsy. Let’s go.”

“Maybe.” Harry says instead.

“Maybe what?” Ginny looks back to Harry, clearly confused.

“Maybe I could like someone, even if they weren’t a woman.”


“Really.” Harry shrugs.

Ginny’s eyes widen, looking curious and a little hopeful.

“That’s cool,” she says after a breath.

“Is it?”

“I guess so. It was cool kissing Olivia.”

They stare at each other for a second and promptly burst out laughing. Harry doesn’t know what exactly they’ve learned about each other today, but it makes him feel lighter somehow. 


She should have been firm. She should have told him to go. It was a bad idea, him being here in her room. What if Lily had a nightmare and came looking for Mummy? What if Harry did hear them? Or worse, what if Ron did? But she was tired, dammit. She was tired of her own family acting like she was the villain. As if she’d broken poor Harry’s heart – which she bloody well hadn’t, thank you very much. Never mind her own heart, which had been ignored in the process. And with Draco… Merlin help her, but he made her feel that spark she’d been missing – only it wasn’t a spark at all. It was an inferno burning hot. She might go down in flames with it, but selfishly, she didn’t c a r e. [x]

anonymous asked:

Just cause I'm feeling angsty today,do you think Harry ever had moments with people or his kids when he realized just before he did or said something Bad that he had been warped just a bit by his abusive upbringing?Like he realized that the dursleys really messed with him and how he reacted to certain things his kids/niblings do and has to just step away a moment and take a breath.

This is a really great ask, and I have actually thought about this - but I always imagine it going the opposite way. He was punished and isolated so much as a child that he has a really hard time doing that to his own kids - especially not Teddy, who reminds Harry much, much more of himself than his own kids do. The part that’s a little bit more triggering for Harry is seeing Ginny, Andromeda, or anything of the other parents in his life yell at their children or dole out actual punishments. 

The first time Ginny yelled at three year old James - for trying to break one year old Albus out of the crib and almost dropping him on his head - Harry had to leave. He took a long walk out across London and came back several hours later, not feeling any clearer. 

He was so small, James, his eyes so wide and so happy and she’d just - He feels small, and guilty, and starving, having watched this tiny version of himself look so betrayed - he will not have the same life for his children as he had for himself, he won’t. 

Ginny is sitting at the kitchen table when gets back, head in her hands. She looks up when Harry arrives, and her face contorts into a half scowl that portrays her relief more than her anger. 

“You didn’t hurt him, did you?” he asks, dull and tired and resigned. 

“Hurt who? James? Of course not -” Ginny begins, but then something clicks in her head, as if she’s just realized why Harry’d left. “Oh. Oh, Harry, I’m so sorry. We haven’t talked about…we’re going to need to talk about it. Discipline, alright? So we can teach them. I forgot it was a trigger for you, I’m sorry. I thought you just…” She runs her hands through her hair, slow and frustrated. 

He sits down at the table next to her. “I can’t…I can’t yell at them. I won’t.” 

“I know. But I can’t be the only one doing it.” Ginny scrubs her hands over her face, and Harry takes her wrist gently, kissing her skin. 

“We’ll figure it out. We have to come up with a system that works.” 

They sit at that table for hours, trying to figure out how they’re going to discipline their boys without triggering Harry. Harry cries twice, Ginny only once, but by the end of it, they have a plan that will work as long as everyone keeps control of their tempers. 

All Harry wants to do is love his kids…why does that have to involve yelling at them?

Fire Whiskey - Fred Weasley

Requested by anonymous.
Warnings: Drinking

“Well, at least we got the fire out,” you said, sitting down on the stoop outside of the burrow next to Fred. He smiled softly at you as you rubbed his back. “How’s-”

“Not much could be saved. Hermione’s working on fixing what she can.”

“I’m sorry.” He shrugged and looked at you.

“It’s not your fault. I did find this, though,” he said, pulling up a bottle of fire whiskey from behind the step. You smiled as he opened the bottle and took a swig. He handed it to you and you took a drink as well.

“What am I going to do at school this year without you?” you asked. Fred frowned at you as you leaned your head against his shoulder. This was your seventh year at Hogwarts, but Fred left last year. Your boyfriend was your best friend, and was often your support during school. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll send you a Howler at least once a week.” You giggled and shook your head.


“Definitely,” he said, kissing your forehead before taking another drink. You took the bottle back from his hand and took a drink, too. “Promise you’ll wreak havoc for George and I?”

“Promise.” He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. 

“Do you remember that time we blew up all the toilets in the girls’ lavatory on the third floor?”

“Too often, actually. I wasn’t a part of that. You and George did that on your own,” you said.

“I feel like you were there, though,” he said, taking another drink.

“I was. I was in the bathroom,” you said, pushing his shoulder a little as he laughed. 

“You were in there!?” he said, laughing hard. 

“It’s not funny. I still have a fear of bathrooms.” Fred laughed and you snatched the bottle out of his hand. 

“I’m sorry, I promise to never blow up any bathroom you may use.”

“Aww, and who said romance is dead.” He laughed and put his arm around you. You curled up into his arms and sighed, looking out onto the field that had hours before been scarier than it was now. 

“So, I was thinking, after school is over, maybe you’d like to, I don’t know, um-”

“Freddie?” He looked down at you and laughed nervously. You handed him the bottle and he took a big swig, seeming to calm his nerves.

“I was wondering if you’d like to maybe move in with me. Well, us.” You smiled at him and squeezed his knee. 

“Well, would you blow up bathrooms in our shared apartment?”

“No,” he said with a grin. “I promise there will be no bathroom explosions.”

“Hmm, that’s definitely tempting. Where would we live?” He smiled and pulled you closer into him. 

“The space above the joke shop.”

“Really?” you asked.

“Unless you wouldn’t want to live there.”

“No, I just didn’t know you could live up there.”

“Well, it’s kind of just an attic right now,” he said. “But it’s enormous, and with a lot of work, it’ll be gorgeous.”

“It sounds awesome,” you said. He let out a sigh and you looked up at him. “Were you worried I was going to say no?”

“I was a little worried, I’m not gonna lie.”

“Why?” you asked, taking a swig and then handing him the bottle. 

“Because not many people would want to live above a loud, sometimes annoying bright, joke shop.”

“But I like a loud, sometimes annoying bright boy,” you said, smiling up at him. He smiled and leaned in as you grabbed the collar of his shirt. “George, I meant.”

“I hate you,” he said, closing the gap to kiss you. “But I’m glad you’re moving in with us. Even if it is just to look at George’s handsome face.”

“Fred! Y/N!” Mrs. Weasley called from inside the house. You both looked back, nearly bumping noses, forgetting how close you were. He stood up, and stumbled a little bit, and then held out his hand for you. You stood up, too, and realized how drunk you were.

“That’s strong stuff.”

“Mhmm,” he said, frowning as he nodded. He opened the door and you walked in first. Fred followed and stopped you just before you walked into the kitchen. He grabbed your waist and pressed his body up against yours to whisper in our ear.

“Don’t let Mum know we’re drunk.”

“Okay,” you said, taking a deep breath before swinging the door open. 

“Oh, there you two are! Don’t frighten me like that. We only just got Harry and Ginny back! If you young lovers would realize that there are other things besides-”

“Mum!” Fred and Ginny whined at the same time. It was then that you realized that Harry and Ginny were in the kitchen as well. They didn’t look too happy about being called away either. 

“Alright, alright, I just wanted to make sure you were all safe. Go back to whatever you were doing. And be safe!” she said again, stressing the word a bit differently than before. You and Fred walked out first, closely followed by Ginny and Harry.

“What were you two doing?” she asked.

“Nothing. Right, Y/N?” he asked, nudging you. You stumbled forward and he grabbed onto you arm before pulling you closer to him, so you could keep each other steady.

“Right, nothing.”

“Ugh, you reek of booze,” Ginny said, scrunching up her nose and walking up the stairs. Harry smirked at you both as he followed the red head closely. Once they were out of sight, you and Fred started giggling, you falling into his chest. 

“Come on,” he said, taking your hand. “She’ll hear us.” He lead you back outside, sitting back down on the step. You laughed and sat down, too, immediately resting your head on his shoulder. He took another drink and you looked up at him.

“Oh, do you want some?” he asked.

“No. I feel floaty right now.”



“What does floaty mean?” he asked with a laugh.

“I don’t know,” you said, wiggling your arms to describe how you were feeling. Fred laughed and so did you, eventually. 

“I love you,” he said, kissing your forehead. You grinned and wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling him. 

“I love you, too. Are you as drunk as I feel?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Feel me,” he said, before snorting. You laughed too and squeezed him tighter.

“That’s not how it works. Also, your jokes are much better when you’re sober.”

“I’m sure,” he said, running his fingers through your hair. He pulled you closer if that was even possible, and leaned back against the step. The two of you looked out onto the field of tall grass surrounding the Burrow until it was dark and the mosquitoes started to bite at your ankles. Fred then took you up to his room, which he claimed was practice for next year, and the two of you snuggled all night, and nearly all the next day until your hangovers were gone. 

Harry Potter and The Cursed Child Fic: I Am My Brother’s Keeper ( Part 1 of 4)

By: @rarity-kasket

2.6k words, G-rated

Being the son of Harry Potter isn’t easy and being the brother of James Sirius “Golden Boy” Potter doesn’t make it any better. However, as obnoxious as his brother can be, Albus wouldn’t trade him for the world. When Albus accidentally stumbles upon a secret, it threatens to break apart his already complicated and messy relationship with James.

Special thanks to @abradystrix and @autumn-of-ilvermorny being lovely human beings and beta’ing for me. If you are not following them, please flock to their awesome blogs.

Click for Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Winter of 2020

As Albus writes his Muggle Studies essay in the Great Hall, a presence looms over him. It’s James, grinning widely with a chess set tucked under his arms. Albus spares him the briefest of glances before resuming his homework.

“I thought you went home,” Albus says.

James shakes his head, casually taking a seat at the Slytherin table.

“Change of plans, I decided to stay for the holiday.” Albus looks up from his essay as if James has grown two heads. “You don’t have to look so shocked, Al.”

“Do Mum and Dad know that you’re not coming home for Christmas?”

James waves a hand at Albus, dismissively

“I owled them days ago to let them know that I’m keeping you company as you serve out your time. You know,  for almost destroying life as we know it and ushering in a new age of Dark Magic.”

“Ha. Really funny James.” Albus says dryly as he picks up his quill and begins to write once more.

“Anyways, they were fine with it,” James says, before placing his case on the table. “How about a game of wizard chess?”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m in the middle of an essay.”

“It can wait. You have all of the break to work on it. Live a little.” Albus stops scrawling on his parchment to look up at James suspiciously. He is met with his brother’s impenetrable grin.

“We haven’t played wizard chess together since before Hogwarts.”  Albus says. It’s been ages.

“So? What is your point?”

“So, I don’t trust it. There’s probably stink pellets or belching powder hidden away in that case.  That’s what you do.  You’re James Sirius Potter.” Albus flinches as James opens his case to reveal an ordinary chess set. James smirks smugly.

“While I appreciate that you regard me as the Prankster King–”

“That’s not what I said.” Albus interrupts.

“It was implied. However, I am seriously asking, nay,  imploring you to play wizard chess with me.” James says as he begins to set up the board. Albus sighs as he puts away his homework. James’s triumphant grin does not go unnoticed.

“I’ll play on one condition, I want information.”

“Spoken like a true Slytherin.”

“Riddle me this: we haven’t played chess together in years. Why now?” Albus watches as James’s expression grows uncomfortable, his eyes flickering away as he plays with a chess piece. It seems strange to see James so hesitant.

“I should have done this earlier, but I just didn’t know what to say after–” There is a long pause. Albus sits patiently, waiting for James to gather his thoughts. “But–I keep thinking about Craig Bowker. I keep thinking about him and you and Scorpius on the Quidditch pitch that night. And maybe I haven’t been a good brother to you lately. And I know I make fun of you all the time. I keep thinking about that night because, it could have been you, Al. I couldn’t imagine a universe where I’m not bugging the shit out of you.  A universe where we’re not brothers. And I don’t want to. I guess what I am saying is that–I’ve really missed you.”

Albus stares at his brother, paralyzed by James’s confession. Slowly, something starts to mend inside of him, like water filling in the empty spaces of a glass. Something that he didn’t realize needed fixing.

He is swirling with emotions. Doubt. Hope. Regret. Love. Albus swallows thickly. There is so much he wants to say to James.

That James is right; he hasn’t been a good brother. He should have been there. That, for the longest time, Albus has been angry with James. He’s still angry. And despite how angry he is,  despite how obnoxious and pig-headed and self-centered James is… Albus couldn’t imagine a universe where he didn’t have James as a brother either.

Instead, Albus says, “We used to be so close.”

The weight of the world is in those words.

James nudges the board towards Albus.

Suddenly, this is no longer a mere game of chess. This is a second chance.

A subtle smile tugs on Albus’s lips as he reaches across the board to grab a white chess piece.

“Do you still play black?” James grins.

“Duh. Always.”

The present, Spring of 2025

“Would you like some help with the dishes Mrs. Potter?”  Scorpius offers, after they all finish dinner.

Harry and Teddy retreat into the living room to discuss Teddy’s recent research trip to the Americas.

Ginny gives Scorpius a grateful smile. “Oh no, Scorpius. I’m sure that James or Albus would like to volunteer instead.”

“Ugh. Mum! Teddy just got back, and I wanna hear all about his trip. If Scorpius has so graciously offered to help with the dishes, who am I to deny him that pleasure?” James grins wickedly, wrapping an arm around Scorpius’s shoulder.

Rolling her eyes, Ginny shifts her gaze to Albus, who purposely avoids her eyes. He has no interest in doing dishes. Ginny sighs.

“Actually, help would be lovely Scorpius. Would you dry the dishes for me?”

“Nothing would make me happier!” Scorpius chirps, following Mrs. Potter into the kitchen.

Albus stands by the table, observing them quietly.  His mum and Scorpius work in perfect sync, washing and drying dishes. From where Albus stands, he gets the perfect view of Scorpius leaning against the counter, charming a rag to dry the dishes. With a soft smile, warmth and fondness light Scorpius’s steely eyes as he chats idly with his mum. He looks so happy, so natural and at home in the Potter household.

“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more pathetic…” Albus flinches as James disrupts his train of thought. An irritated scowl etches itself onto Albus’s features.

“What are you talking about?”

A slow and smug grin unfurls on James’s lips as his eyes gleam with mischief.

“Oh dearest brother, you know exactly what I am referring to.”

Albus follows James’s gaze to the kitchen. Specifically, a certain blond standing in the kitchen.

“I thought you were joining Teddy and Dad in the living room.”

“Don’t try to change the subject. We are talking about what’s going on between you and a certain flatmate.” James says.

“Nothing is going on.”

“That’s exactly the problem Albus. ”

Much to Albus’s annoyance, James tucks his younger brother’s head between his elbow and ruffles his hair.

“I can help,” Surprisingly, James is sincere when he says this.


Definitely not.

“Seriously, let me help you. You need me to help you.” James finally lets him go.

“What does that mean?” Albus scoffs. In response, James raises an eyebrow at his brother.

“I’ve seen you in action. No offense Albus, but you’re absolutely rubbish. A lost cause.”

“I’m offended.”

“I said no offense.”

“News flash James, prefacing a sentence with ‘no offense’ does not make it any less offensive.”

“Point taken.” James says.

Albus sighs. “I’m not discussing this with you.”

“Why not? Awww, is somebody embarrassed?” James coos before pinching Albus’s cheek.

“James, stop touching me!!” Albus huffs, swatting him away.

“Can’t you two get along for five minutes? What exactly is going on here?” Ginny asks with an amused grin. Scorpius stands next to her, holding a bowl of strawberries and ginger biscuits that Harry had baked earlier. He looks just as amused as Ginny. Albus feels his cheeks tinge red.

“Nothing!” Both James and Albus shout. Ginny glances between the two boys, suspicious. When she doesn’t find any evidence of wrongdoing, she sighs.

“Well then, James, help Scorpius take the strawberries and biscuits out to Teddy and your father.” When James groans, she adds, “Do you really expect Scorpius to do all the work around here? He’s our guest. The living room is a few feet away. Trust me, it won’t kill you to be a little helpful around here.”

“Guest? Seriously? Scorpius might as well be your third son.”

Albus nearly chokes on air when he hears this.

“Keep talking, and I might consider adopting Scorpius to replace my eldest son.”

James objects with “You wouldn’t dare. We all know that I’m your favorite.”

“James.” Ginny groans.

“Hey!” Albus interjects.

“I would like to point out that you didn’t deny it. It’s okay, mum. It’ll be our little secret.” James says, winking.

“James Sirius Potter! Living room now!”

“Can’t stay out of trouble for five minutes, can you, Jamie?” Teddy resurfaces, taking a strawberry slice and popping it in his mouth as he ruffles James’s hair. The tips of James’s ears grow red as he tries to dodge Teddy’s hand.

“Ugh, Teddy, you’re ruining my hair!” James groans.

“It was already messy before I even touched it. What do you care anyway? Hot date tonight?” Teddy grins, and James’s face grows redder.

Watching Teddy harass James brings a wide grin to Albus’s face. It’s fun to watch. Teddy, the only person in the world that can get under James’s skin, has a soft spot in Albus’s heart.

“I could,” James grumbles.

Scorpius interrupts.

“I hope you don’t mind Teddy, but I wanted to hear more about your adventures in America. Did you really attend a lecture given by Newt Scamander?” Scorpius asks, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. Albus can’t help but shake his head at his best friend’s typical nerdiness.

“Yeah, he gave a lecture on the mating habits of the Thunderbird. And afterward, he signed my latest edition of ‘Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them’. I have my copy with me if you want to look at it.”

“Would I ever! Incredible! The mating habits of the Thunderbird? I’m intrigued. What did he have to say?” Scorpius asks.

Later that evening, Albus and Scorpius return to their flat together.

“I really enjoy this Sunday dinner tradition. I thought tonight went stupendously! What do you think?”  Scorpius asks Albus, smiling warmly as he peels off his jacket and hangs it on the coat rack. Albus shrugs in response before plopping down on their sofa. He tells himself not to get too comfortable there.

“I think Mum is ready to adopt you and trade in James and me.” This makes Scorpius’s smile grow brighter. Albus watches Scorpius knock off his shoes before joining him on the sofa.

“Teddy is splendiferous! I can’t believe that he met Newt Scamander! And he gets to travel and work with all of these cool magical beasts! How long is he here for?”

“Two weeks, so don’t get too attached to him. He’s staying at James’s flat until he leaves for Romania to study dragons with Uncle Charlie.”  Albus says as he slips off his own socks and shoes.

“Merlin’s beard! That’s fantastic!” Scorpius says with awe and adoration.

“Should I be worried that you might replace me with Teddy?” Albus laughs as Scorpius ducks his head in embarrassment.

“No one could ever replace you, Albus. Sure, Teddy is amazing, but you–” Scorpius says quietly before he falters.  

Albus wonders what Scorpius was going to say before he stopped himself. He never gets to ask because a roar of their fireplace interrupts them.

“Hello, Scorpius. Hello, Albus.” Rose greets them, stepping out of their heart. Despite having traveled by floo, she looks practically untouched by the soot. She dusts one of her shoulders off, but Albus thinks that she only does it out of formality. “I’m glad that I caught you. How was dinner?” She asks before making herself comfortable in a chair.

“Nice of you to drop by, Rose,” Scorpius says. “It went swimmingly actually. Teddy is back in town, and Harry made his famous biscuits. You should join us next Saturday.”

“Thanks for the invitation, but it seems like a Potter exclusive tradition. I would hate to intrude.”

“Scorpius goes to them, and he’s not a Potter.” Albus points out.

“It’s only a matter of time,” Rose says, smirking at Albus, who blanches at her comment. Scorpius laughs it off.

“Yeah, I think Mrs. Potter plans to adopt me as her third son.” He jokes. “So, how are things? Chudley Cannon practices?”

“Practices are great, and I think with me on the team, we have a real shot at the Quidditch Cup this year.” Albus snorts at this.

“Rose, it’s the Chudley Cannons. They never win. No one understands why you went to them when you could have had your pick of the league.”

“Yes, and you’re talking to the greatest Chaser of this generation. We’re going to win the cup this year,” Rose says, puffing out her chest proudly.

“How is Yann?” Scorpius asks.

Albus sees her thinking before her confidence fades, and she sinks into her chair.

Weird. It’s not a typical response from the ever confident Rose Granger-Weasley.

“He finally asked me out,” she says.

Both Scorpius and Albus sit up a little more in their seats.

“That’s great!” Scorpius exclaims.

At the same time, Rose says, “I turned him down.”

“You did?” Scorpius asks, and Rose shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.

“I did.”

“But you really liked him.”

“It’s not going to work out.” She says flippantly. It confuses Albus. “After all, I foresee potential awkwardness with us being on rival Quidditch teams.”

“Yeah right,” Albus snorts. Rose narrows her eyes at Albus and cocks her head to the side.

“What does that mean?” Rose baits, raising a finely shaped eyebrow.

“It means that you do this all the time. It’s the same excuse with every guy. ”

“I find it so ironic that you of all people are giving me romantic advice when you have never had a date in your life.” Rose shoots back, and Albus looks down at his lap, red-faced.

Sensing the start of tension,  Scorpius redirects their conversation to light chatter. They talk about dinner, the Muggle University that Albus now attends, and Scorpius latest adventure working at St. Mungo’s. When it gets late, Rose floos back to her own flat.

”I’m tired. I’m going to bed.” Albus stands and yawns. “Are you staying up to study?”

“Yep, they have me in the Magical Bugs and Diseases ward tomorrow. So I’m going to do a little reading to brush up on dragon pox.” Scorpius replies, pulling a thick medical textbook into his lap. Albus quirks an eyebrow.

“Light reading? Scorpius, this is a huge textbook about magical illnesses.”

“I know, I never get sick of reading it,” Scorpius says before he bursts into laughter.

Albus rolls his eyes at the pun. “I walked right into that one.” He says flatly.


“Don’t stay up too late, even uber geeks like you need their beauty rest. And actually try to make it to your bed tonight.” Albus smirks as Scorpius’s cheeks grow warm and pink.

“I’ve only fallen asleep on the sofa once or twice.”

“Or five or six times.” Albus teases as he retreats towards the hallway. “Night, Scorpius.”

“Goodnight, Albus.”

When Albus wakes later that night, he gathers the blanket from his bed before drifting into the living room.

Scorpius is asleep on their sofa once more, limbs dangling off the side and his face pressed in a book. Albus smiles before he carefully extracts the book from under Scorpius’s cheek and tosses a thick blanket over him.

Albus gently brushes a few stray strands of hair from Scorpius’s face. The strands are feathery soft against the tips of his fingers.

He thinks about his conversation with James earlier that evening.

“James is right. I’m a lost cause,” Albus says quietly.

He could think of a thousand reasons of why Scorpius and he wouldn’t work. A thousand ways that he would screw this up. He isn’t as kind as Scorpius. Or as confident as Rose. Or as perfect as James.

“You’re going to make someone very happy one day,” Albus whispers quietly.

Maybe not him, but someone more deserving.

“Goodnight, Scorpius,” Albus says before he retires to his bed.

George Weasley Imagine - I Need You To Kiss It Better.

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader
Word Count: 1461
Request: Can you do a 36 with George during deathly hallows when he hurts his ear???
Blurb: George is whiney when he hurts his ear, but he also doesn’t you to feel sad about the situation.
Author’s Note: I love George.


“Just please be safe.” You whispered, scared your voice would break if you spoke any louder.

“I always am, my love.” He whispered back holding onto you tighter. His hands were wrapped around your lower back while yours were wrapped around his neck. You were so close your foreheads were almost touching.

“I love you so much George, I always have and I always will.” You sniffled, a tear falling down your cheek.

“No, no don’t cry. Please don’t cry, it makes it seem worse than it is. I’m going to come back, I promise.” His voice was soft, the usual hint of happiness, gone. He was smiling slightly, but you knew it was fake, only trying to reassure your worried mind.

“C’mon mate, it’s time to go.” Fred patted his twin brother on the back as he walked away.

“I love you.” You whispered as George pulled away.

“I love you more.” George smiled grabbing onto your hand and squeezing it. As he walked away, you held on, your hands slipping away from each other, your fingertips just touching before he was too far away and you couldn’t reach other.

You were so sad, so sad that he had to go on this life-threatening mission to save Harry. You were aware that that could’ve been the last time you ever saw him, but you tried not to think of that.

You watched him walk to the broomstick he was going to be riding on, he looked back at you and smiled before flying away. You took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“They’ll be alright dear.” The comforting voice of Mrs. Weasley startled you as she rubbed her hand on the back of your shoulder. You nodded, putting your glass down.

“I know they will be.” You turned around as you smiled at each other. Although you both seemed confident in your words, you both knew that there was no promise that they would be okay.

You walked out into the living room and sat down on the lounge, thinking. Thinking about George and how you loved him. How it has nearly been four years since you started dating and how much your lives had changed in that time.

You wanted to go and help Harry, you wanted to play your part, but George was convinced it was way too dangerous for you. As if it wasn’t too dangerous for him either.

Mrs. Weasley soon joined you with a warm cup of tea. She sat with you and talked. It kept your mind off of George and the situation that was about to unfold.

“Is that them?” Mrs. Weasley stood up as you heard a band outside. You both ran out with Ginny hot on your heels.

“Harry,” Ginny exclaimed, walking up to him. Both him and Hagrid were safe thank Merlin, however, they were shocked no one else was back. That wasn’t a good thing. You brought them both in before hearing another bang. You ran outside, Mrs. Weasley at your side.

“George!” You exclaimed running up to him. It was dark outside and you couldn’t see properly, but you could see his outline. You were ecstatic that he was back, back in your arms. Safe. You jumped onto him and he hugged you back tight. “I’m so happy you’re back, I knew you could do it.” You thought you were going to cry. You were so happy and relieved at the moment.

“Y/N, love, I need to go inside.” He muttered, he sounded hurt. You quickly pulled out of the hug and gasped once you saw the side of his face, covered in blood.

“What happened?” You screeched as you wrapped an arm around him and walked inside. He was leaning on you, but in this moment, you didn’t mind.

“I got hit with a spell, but I’m all good, just a bit…” he paused, “…dizzy.” He muttered, putting more of his weight on you. You quickly got him inside and he laid down. Mrs. Weasley was quick to get a cloth to clean him up.

Mrs. Weasley left you in charge of cleaning him up as she went to help everyone else as they made their way here.

“Ow, it hurts.” He pouted as you wiped up the blood that was already starting to dry.

“I’m sorry, love.” You murmured, trying not to cry.

“Hey, don’t cry.” He whispered, limply grabbing onto your wrist.

“I know, I know, you’re alright.” You sniffled, trying to pull yourself together.

“I’m strong, I’ll survive, I just won’t have one ear.” He shrugged, smiling, trying to change your attitude. You giggled, continuing to clean up the side of his face.

You didn’t take notice of everyone else who appeared, too focused on George. This was until Fred came in, who looked very distraught at the sight of his brother.

“How are you feeling George?” Fred asked softly.

“I’m holey Fred, get it, holey.” He laughed softly to himself and you shook your head in amusement at him.  

“Out of all the ear related jokes there is, you went for that one?” Fred joked, trying to go along with the banter. You were glad they were staying positive in such a difficult time.

While everyone else arrived, you stayed next to George, kneeling on the ground right next to the lounge. You were still dabbing at the side of his head, your eyebrows furrowed in concentration. This was until George poked your nose, making you flinch.

“What was that for?” You giggled as George smiled.

“You’re cute when you’re concentrating. I mean you are cute all the time, but you know.” He smiled as you blushed.

“You’re such a dork.” You laughed softly, you two were in your own little world while everyone discussed important matters around you.

You didn’t even notice when everyone started to either leave or go to bed. It was just you, George, Fred, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Harry and Ginny left in the room. They were discussing Fleur’s parents who were going to be staying here for Bill and Fleur’s wedding.

“Are you okay?” You asked George softly, running a hand through his hair.

“I’ll live,” he smiled, “I think.” You breathed out a laugh and smiled at him. You had so much love for this boy and it wasn’t fair that this had happened to him.

‘Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” You asked biting your lip.

“I need you to kiss it better,” George replied cheekily.

“I would if there wasn’t any blood there.” You chuckled as George pouted.

“Please?” He murmured making you shake your head.

“Alright.” You sighed, you smiled at him as you kissed just beneath his ear. “Better?”

“Yep, I’m healed now.” He replied smiling broadly.

“That’s good.” You chuckled.

“Can I have another kiss?” He asked innocently. You giggled as you kissed the same spot. You pulled away and smiled at him before continuing to attack his face with kisses. You pulled back after kissing every part of his face.

“How’s that?” You asked.

“Much, much better now, I feel invincible.” He joked making you laugh softly. “I’m feeling a bit tired love.” He murmured, closing his eyes.

“Do you want to go to bed?” You asked, running a hand through his hair again. He nodded as he sat up. You announced you were going to bed and you said your goodbyes before walking up to his room. You got ready for bed and laid down. George was laying on his back while you laid on your side, staring at the side of his face.

“Y/N.” He muttered barely audible.

“Yeah?” You asked quietly as well.

“I understand if you want to leave me.” He said sadly, looking up at the roof.

“Why would I want to leave you?” You asked confused sitting up to lie on your elbow.

“Because of my ear.” He bit his lip as he looked at you.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” You exclaimed leaning in closer to him. “I love you for you, I don’t care that your ear is gone, you’re still the same person I fell in love with.” You explained laying back down.

“So you don’t just love me because I’m really good looking?” He joked as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“No you dork.” You shook your head as you leant over to kiss his cheek. “I love you so much.” You whispered.

“I love you so much more.” He rolled over onto his side and kissed your nose. You snuggled up closer to him, you were sad that his ear was gone, but that didn’t change the amount of love you had for that boy.

The Danger of Hiding

The Danger of Us Part Two - Part One Here

Draco Malfoy X Muggle Reader

Words: 3843

Warnings: None

A/N: Hey guys. So a lot of you liked part one of this mini series, so I made a part two. Hopefully you’ll enjoy this one too. Let me know what you think.

The first thing she noticed when she woke up was that this was not her home. Y/N blinked, slowly and groggily, waking softly. She looked ahead and saw a wall facing her. It wasn’t covered in the photos and drawings like the one in her home.

But, she supposed, it was no longer there. With Draco having to burn it to cover their tracks, the walls of Y/N and Draco’s bedroom would no longer exist. She sighed heavily, pressing her face into her pillow. She couldn’t cry, not now. Not in front of -

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anonymous asked:

Do you know of any merlin Harry Potter crossover fics where the characters from Merlin go to Hogwarts?

boy you have come to the Right Place

What is Necessary (AO3) by borqui_l

Aummary: Arthur Pendragon has always been taught that Slytherins were evil. Growing up as the perfect Gryffindor, he has had no reason to discount that belief. Until he meets Merlin and everything changes. Arthur/Merlin. PG

On The Wrong Foot (AO3) by Dream_edge

Summary: Arthur is the Gryffindor son of pureblood Uther Pendragon. Emrys is a muggleborn Slytherin without a first name. Naturally, they despise each other. PG, gen
(warning: hasn’t updated since 2014 rip me)

Harry Potter and Voldemort’s Bane (AO3) by Mysteriously_Random

Summary: What if two strangers showed up at Hogwarts in Harry fifth year. And what about the strange end to the Triwizards Tournament, could they have something to do with it? Are they even brothers and why do they sound like they’ve been in lots of life and death situations? Merlin/Arthur, Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Ron, Seamus/Dean, PG (I haven’t actually read all of this one, but it’s PG so far)

Like A Second Heart (AO3) by Polomonkey

Summary: Miserable at his inability to perform a Patronus Charm, Merlin sneaks out to the Forbidden Forest to practice. But when a rogue Dementor attacks, he hasn’t a single happy memory to ward it away. Luckily Arthur isn’t far off… G/PG, Arthur/Merlin


anonymous asked:

So I was thinking the other day. Molly Weasley had to do something after Ginny started Hogwarts, right? Arthur would have been working all day and things with the Order didn't start till the end of Harry's 4th year. So what did she spend her days doing? After having so many kids I can't see her just sitting home. Thoughts?

Thank you for this question. I think it’s important to consider, because we often leave female characters at the altar, so to speak. Yay, you got married, congratulations! Here’s some babies! Now you’ll be happy forever. And that’s not necessarily the story, because women are complex social beings who require something other than their children to occupy them. We’ve all seen the chick flicks where the adult child’s mom hasn’t moved on from their primary duties as a mother, and it’s interesting that we see that as “sad” and “annoying” when we don’t really set up women in fiction with other stories in their fifties and sixties, the times in our lives when at least the women I know are at their happiest.

Of course, Molly meddles in her children’s lives more or less professionally. She keeps tabs on them, makes sure they’re safe and warm and helps with interpersonal conflict as best she can. But there’s so much more to her than that, so much more that’s always been present, and so much more that will develop when she has the time and energy apart from her children. 

Five things I see Molly Weasley doing after Ginny leaves for Hogwarts, besides providing for her kids and being a beacon of gossip and information on all things Wizarding World: 

  • Focusing on her herb garden. She has a lot of magical and Muggle plants, and a lot of deep knowledge of them to share. She definitely gathers what she has into what might eventually develop into a book. Certainly, even after her book plans get interrupted by the war, she continues to share her herbs and her tips and tricks with her circle of friends. 
  • Seeing her friends all the time! She knows plenty of village women, most of them mothers, but some from all sorts of backgrounds. After the twins leave for Hogwarts, she gets back in touch with her best friend from Hogwarts who is just returning from sabbatical in China. She’s loud, reckless, and Molly disapproves completely of her parenting style, but they’ve been friends since they were eleven years old, and it feels good to reconnect with her. 
  • She was always a lover of music, Cestelina Warbeck or no. She pulls out the old records she’d been too busy for, and relearns them inside and out, singing as she goes through her daily chores. She learns to enjoy the time to herself. She’d forgotten that it wasn’t always torture, getting the cobwebs down from corners - just when she was being whined at from below. 
  • Volunteering. Ottery St. Catchpole isn’t a rich community, and many of the families around are worse off than the Weasleys themselves. Once a week, she spends a day at the old church in the valley, putting meals together for the Muggle women who come by with babies around their ankles, or sorting clothes for drives. It feels good to give back, to be out in the world, to make friends in the community..although her motives aren’t entirely selfless. Volunteering also gives her a sight of control over projects that she misses as a mother. Bossing people around never stopped being her strong suit, really. 
  • Babysitting the children and grandchildren of the village, of her friends, of Bill’s friends. She loves babies, her own or not, and enjoys long afternoons with kids too young to be left with neighborhood teenagers. 
you hang the moon, i’ll hang the stars [draco malfoy]

request: “163? Draco x Gryffindor!reader please?” -anon

word count: ~1200

a/n: i’m like 87% sure this is NOT what you had in mind when you requested this, anon, but all i’m ever given is a line of dialogue so i just take the story where it wants to go, u feel? i feel. regardless, i hope u all enjoy this and i hope i don’t go too overboard with this reader characterization! i do like to make my characters’ personalities show and sometimes it goes a bit overboard but o well! also i feel like draco is a bit ooc here so whoopsies *shrug emoji* he’s a happy lad rn what can i say his gf is a qt who wants to take over the world, who wouldn’t be happy about that?

163: “i’m sick of being USELESS.”

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