students out of bed

Chapter Fifteen: The Forbidden Forest 25/06/17

If you want to participate in #hogwartsreread the rules can be found here. Here’s my thoughts on the chapter:

  • Harry is so obsessed with getting expelled in this book it’s adorable
  • Nevilles such a cutie
  • “Four students out of bed in one night! I’ve never heard of such a thing before!” okay sure McGonagall. Because I for one can definitely not think of four student pranksters at Hogwarts in the 70s who would have been out of bed almost every night
  • “He’d had it with sneaking around and spying” okay Harry whatever you say. We’ll see how long that lasts 
  • Ah yes send the children to the killer forest for detention what a good idea
  • Mars is brighter than my future 
  • I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Malfoy’s such an arse
  • Voldemort is creepy man
  • I mean are unicorns that defenceless though? They have a horn. That’s more than a horse has. Maybe voldemort should have been drinking horse blood
  • HERMIONE U RUINED THE MOMENT
  • Hermione I don’t get you. You grew up thinking magic was fantasy, found out you were a witch, and yet think divination isn’t real? Where did you draw the line and why?
Debunking Hogwarts Rumors

There have been some rumors among the Hogwarts Student Body about the Gryffindor favorites, it’s definitely from those who don’t know them, it’s time to set the record straight.

Sirius Black is a Soft Flower Child

Sirius: The fuck you lookin’ at?

Remus is a Swot

*During Prefect Duties*

*Student out of bed*

Remus: No. Stop. Come back.

James is an Uncaring Asshole

James: Hey, hey, hey. Forget him, I’ll buy you a hundred flowers! I’ll put lace-wing flies in his potion tomorrow! I’ll send him a Howler everyday for a year!

Peter is a Lady’s Man

*girl sits down to talk with Peter*

*Peter leaves*

Lily is a Hard-Ass 

*weekly quiet time with Dorcas*

Marlene and Dorcas are “Gal Pals”

Dorcas: I love you.

Marlene: I love you too, Meadows.

Marauders + Pranks
  • First year, first day back, James, decides to prank Snivellus. He does not tell anyone, but sneaks a dungbomb into his pocket for further perusal at lunch.
  • Sirius, of course, has had the exact same idea, but his prank involves a potion to make the drinker throw up.
  • Peter, meanwhile, has no intention of getting involved in anything, but he knows that James and Sirius are up to something. He catches them both, at separate times, trying to sneak in to dinner.
  • They (at separate times) implore him to say nothing, and he is therefore reeled into this mess of a plan (About which he is quite enthusiastic now).
  • Remus notes, dryly, that James and Sirius are up to something, but says nothing.
  • Under the Slytherin table at dinner, somehow James and Sirius end up, quite literally, bumping into each other.
  • James quickly detonates the dungbomb, and Sirius slips the potion into Snape’s drink. However, they are not very slick getting out from under the Slytherin table and Lucius (”That darn prefect!” Peter mumbles worriedly, as McGonagall glares at them later in her office)
  • She is about to give them detention when Remus shows up. “But professor, they were with me, studying,” he says innocently.
  • Later, the next week they execute two successful pranks.
  • James always plans the Invasion Strategy, Sirius always adds quirks to it, Remus always plans the Escape Strategy and Peter is always the lookout.
  • Afterwards, James points out weaknesses, Peter the strengths, Sirius the threats, and Remus the advantages.
  • Once, after Christmas, when they unsuccessfully try to to dump hard-boiled eggs on the Slytherin Common room, James, Sirius and Peter are given detention.
  • Remus finishes the prank and lands detention with them. (”One for all, all for one,” he says from a muggle book.)
  • That’s when they know that they are the best of friends.
  • Second Year, during the Welcome Feast, Dumbledore’s beard starts to grow and grow and grow. Over his head, it says “Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your beard.”
  • In third year, after the prank involving numerous squirrels, McGonagall bursts out “I will not have you Maraudering around in my house!”
  • Third year, on Halloween, somehow the armor is turned into a giant spider and it rattles the school.Four boys sit at the Gryffindor table, with barely constrained laughter, calmly eating pudding.
  • Fourth year, they get pranked by Lily Evans and James is a goner.
  • Fifth year, Sirius admires the way Moony looks when planning a prank. Absolutely devious, he thinks. When Remus catches him staring st his long finger, Sirius look away quickly.
  • That year, Sirius gets distracted a total of seventy-two times in sixty-three pranks because he has been looking at Moony.
  • Yet, while James hates the swoop of the stomach when lily looks particular beautiful, hates the lost control over his reaction; Sirius embraces it, loses himself in it
  • Yet, sixth year, he takes pranks too far
  • Sixth year, in the annual prank war (a tradition started from first year) the Marauders lose for the first time to Lily and Sirius (who has jumped teams after the falling out with Remus)
  • Lily realizes James Potter is quite ingenious
  • Fed up with the silent treatment, Sirius challenges Remus to a duel
  • They cannot get caught: Gryffindor is running in the negatives
  • They decide to do it at night, but in order to not get caught, they have the same solution: no students out of bed.
  • In their pyjamas and bedclothes, they levitate their beds out at 2 a.m into the Great Hall
  • In the darkness, they do not realize that James and Peter have already levitated their beds because they are up to a prank
  • When they all collide in the Great Hall, they realize that their friendship is not as fragile and they try to prank Dumbledore’s office.
  • Once they’re caught, a livid McGonagall has to let them go: “Professor, we’re not out of bed!”
  • Seventh year, James is extra careful about getting caught. He stops his pranks
  • Lily Evans scolds him. “We need them now more than ever,” she says. She realizes she has fallen for his impeccable humor.
  • After Hogwarts, when they move into a giant apartment, the Marauders and Lily play daily pranks on each other
  • After Harry is born, the pranks lessen, and once they go into hiding, there are no more pranks
  • Peter Pettirgrew thinks that he is going to be the master of the joke. The one they never suspected. But he wonders why he does not feel like laughing.
  • As James falls, he begins to think of all the weaknesses, all the flaws and why it had gone wrong.
  • Sirius berates himself for not thinking of the threats, alone in an Azkaban cell.
  • Remus, standing alone at the funeral, wonders about the advantages. Sirius knows he isn’t the spy. James and Lily died together. Voldemort vanquished. A child who would never know his Uncle Moony, but who would help them. He thinks it is enough for the coming years.
Ravenclaw Headcanon

McGonagall will work with any student for as long as they need her to, and Ravenclaws will sometimes take advantage of that, while also being too nervous about it because she’s not their head of house. So one day she makes a point of telling the Ravenclaws that she was a hatstall and it was between Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. Ever since then, the Ravenclaws sit late into the night with McGonagall, working, and smiling slightly when they hear Filch complain about students out of bed.

Woof Woof 2
  • Dumbledore: So, that's how it was.
  • McGonagall: So Sirius Black is innocent?
  • Dumbledore: Yes.
  • McGonagall: And Potter, Black and Pettigrew were all animagi while they were still at Hogwarts?
  • Dumbledore: Yes.
  • McGonagall: *remembers all the times she's been on the verge of catching a student out of bed only to find a stag trying to look casual*
  • McGonagall: *remembers the dog that seemed to turn up whenever she was trying to find Sirius Black and give him detention*
  • McGonagall: SON OF A-
That amazing feeling when it's your first day teaching at a new school and

your queer kids light up when you explain your request for them to write their gender pronouns on their index card with the example “she/her, he/him, they/them, something else, whatever fits you best”

and your Muslim students/comic nerds light up when they discover that we’re reading Ms. Marvel

and your students who have various mental dis/abilities light up when you say that it’s legitimate and real to have a hard time getting to class because it can be hard to just get out of bed

and all your students laugh when you make yet another terrible dad joke.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good”

Clint and Nat absolutely found all seven secret passages within a year of being friends and they would absolutely always be in trouble except the teachers can never pin them for their crimes

A Chronic Love

A Chronic Love

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Reader x Yoongi

Fluff-ish, Implications of Smut, Maybe a Second of Angst

Words: 6,544

Request: Could I request a scenario where Yoongi and the reader hate eachother, but one day in college they’re paired up for a group project, and then when they go to Yoongi’s house something happens? I’d prefer a lot of fluff and if you want you can do smut at the end or something. Thank you !! I never get over cliche fanfictions <3


High school was hell. Everywhere you went, you couldn’t escape your nuisance of a neighbor Min Yoongi. It was bad enough that every night, that should have been silent, was filled with the rap music that floated from his open window into your tightly shut window, but your time at school was also disturbed by his treacherous presence.

Everyday was the same. You woke up to some classical music coming from Yoongi’s house, which was arguably the best part of your day, and began to make your way to school. At school, without fail, you would be in the middle of second period when Yoongi would laze his way through the unlocked classroom door and take a seat right behind you, reminding you of the day when you were in third grade when Yoongi cut a chunk of your hair off. It was safe to say every time he sat behind you, you felt a shiver go down your back.

Somehow, probably by the counselor, she never liked you, you had nearly every class with Mr. I Don’t Care himself. The majority of your life was spent with the bane of your existence, so naturally when you were accepted into your dream college, very far from home, you were excited to finally leave this part of your life behind you. Unfortunately, dreams rarely come true.

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anonymous asked:

I love all your HP prompts but what about herbology professor Sid who is rumored to be married to pro quidditch player Evgeni Malkin. All of his students think it's fakes because he's such a nerd there's no way he's married to someone that cool. But over the summer a picture of Sid and G is plastered in the news of them kissing at the World Cup and his students are shook

this is the best idea in the world!!!!

The students all love their herbology Professor. Crosby’s nice, young, attractive (even though sometimes he dresses like he just rolled out of bed), and students aren’t going to lie to themselves and say that Crosby’s ass isn’t spectacular. But the guy is boring. He gets excited talking about greenery and flowers that can cure your soul or whatever. The kids are sure that if they lose a limb one day and there’s only one leaf that grows in the middle of the Himalayas that can grow the arm back, then that would be useful knowledge. Otherwise, it’s mostly theoretical. 

But of course, there’s rumors that the very same boring Sidney Crosby is married to the greatest Quidditch player in the world, Evgeni Malkin. No one believes it. There’s a newspaper article that comes out the day after the World Cup, captioned “Evgeni Malkin shares a kiss with his husband after a stunning win,” but the husband’s face is blurry.

Some students argue, “I heard Professor Crosby talking to Professor Ovechkin about his husband. Professor Ovechkin asked what his husband is doing after the Quidditch win, and Crosby said ‘Oh, he’s exhausted. He’s resting a lot, and he deserves it.’”

“That could mean anything,” a Slytherin student pipes up. “My dad nearly passed out watching the game.”

It’s all speculation, until one day, during class, Evgeni fucking Malkin pops into the greenhouse with the biggest bouquet of roses ever.

“Geno!” Sidney exclaims. His students have never seen him this red. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m–I thought you had break,” Evgeni–no, Geno, says, like an overgrown puppy. “Just want to say hi. I’m sorry for interrupt–”

It’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever seen. Evgeni, the legendary player, being flustered over their herbology teacher.

“Oh, no, no.” Sidney moves in, taking the bouquet and kissing Geno on the lips quickly. A girl in the back gasps in elation. “Thank you for coming. I love you.” Sidney looks back at his wide-eye students, as if he knows what’s on their mind. He turns back to his husband, “Geno, do you mind–”

“Of course not.”

“Okay.” Sidney then says to the students, “Sorry about the interruption. Class, this is my husband, Geno. He plays for the–”

“Can we get an autograph?” a boy squeaks out, before he gets shushed. He tries again, “Maybe a photo?”

“Yes, no proble–”

Geno doesn’t even finish his sentence before the kids swarm around him excitedly, pushing their quills and notebooks at Geno’s face.

Opposites Attract

Originally posted by asociallyunsocialfangirl

(Fred x Ravenclaw reader)

Requested by: @my-unique-mind

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? 

A/N: this one’s a little longer than usual, but it was so fun to write and I hope you like it xx


I sat at one of the tables in the library, reading The Tales of Beedle the Bard for the hundredth time. It was a late Friday night, so there weren’t many people. I loved spending my free time at the library. It was definitely my favorite place at Hogwarts.

After a while, I felt someone eyes watching me, and I looked around to find a red-headed Gryffindor boy leaning on one of the nearby bookshelves. As soon as I looked up and caught his eye, he winked at me, then slowly turned a corner and disappeared. 

I frowned. That was strange. Was that a Weasley boy?

I was so distracted by what had just happened, that the words on the page weren’t even making full sentences anymore.

Not being able to read anymore, I picked up my book and headed out of the library towards the common room.

On Saturday morning, I made my way to library, as per usual, to study for various subjects. 

I headed towards my usual table near the center of the library, but today, it was already occupied by someone else.

He looked up as I approached the table with a stack of books in hand.

I recognized him immediately as the Gryffindor beater. Fred? I think that was him. Although, it could very well be George…

“Is it alright for me to sit here?” he asked me.

“Um, yeah, sure, no problem,” I replied, still a bit confused.

He smiled, making his brown eyes shine, which I totally got lost in for a moment.

I sat myself next to him, dropping my books onto the table.

Although I usually liked to read alone, I found that I didn’t actually mind having him sit by my side.

“I’m Fred, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“Well, that sure is a beautiful name.”

As much as I tried to hide it, I felt my cheeks turn warm, and when he smiled, they only blushed harder.

“What are you reading?”

“Just some stuff that Professor Snape made us read for homework. We have to write an essay on non verbal spells. It wasn’t even his class and he gave us homework,” I complained lightly.

He laughed. 

“I have a better idea.”

“Pardon?”

“Come with me, Y/N. Leave your books, we can come back.”

And with that he smiled so widely that I found myself unable to do anything but take his hand and wonder about the adventures that were about to take place.

It felt strange. Walking out of the library after having entered so soon ago. Strange, but good.

“Where are we going, Fred?” I laughed as I was led down the tapestry corridor.

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Not What She Seems {Draco Malfoy x Reader SMUT}

Warning: Contains sexual themes

Enjoy!

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It all happened so fast.

One minute he was on prefect duty and the next, he was on a bed with a girl, pounding deep in her. He felt frustrated the whole day but it all dissipated when he met a girl who did not seem to be the person he expected her to be.

Draco Malfoy marched away from the field with a defeated look on his face after losing the snitch again from Harry Potter. He had lost another Quidditch game against the Gryffindor team in front of all the students and the headmaster. His fists were clenched tight and he was muttering angrily under his breath as the opposing team cheered around. His team captain called for his name but he ignored him, walking towards the benches to rest.

Perhaps it was the blazing heat of the sun that made him see things or the immense hatred he felt at that moment but his eyes had landed on a (h/c) haired Slytherin girl who was unmistakeably smiling. He found it unusual that this particular girl did not seem to appear gravely disappointed for them.

Instead, she looked quite calm and intimidating.

He wondered why he had never seen her before in the common room, seeing as they were both in the same house. Maybe it was because Pansy would always watch him and turn his attention away from any girl his eyes would linger on too long but this time, there was no Pansy Parkinson to control him.

He tried to look for the mysterious girl again only to find her leaving the benches already. It took all the strength left in his body to stop himself from grabbing his broomstick and flying towards her. Watching her leave only made matters worse as his gray eyes were now focused on her rear end that gave it a finer shape amidst the sunny sky. He bit his lip in frustration and raked his fingers through his platinum hair.

After a few minutes, he walked back to the locker room and began to dress. His friend, Blaise Zabini, was already finished by the time he put on his pants.

“Hey, Malfoy. You alright there?”

“What do you think, Zabini? We just lost a game.”

“Woah, no need to snap at me. I’m just asking.”

“I’m fine.”

“Well, if you say so. Is it okay if I go ahead? (L/n) agreed she’d help me out with Astronomy.”

Too preoccupied with buttoning his shirt, Draco brushed off the unfamiliar name and did not bother asking who it was. He nodded at Blaise who sped off afterwards. He still had prefect duties to do tonight and whoever that person was, she wasn’t important enough for him to even care but unbeknownst to him, she was the same girl he saw that afternoon. He carried his things with him and made his way back to the Great Hall.

After the usual dinner feast, Draco led the first years to the dungeons where the common room was. Strangely enough, he did not find the (h/c) girl anywhere and had even began to doubt if she was real at all or just a figment of his imagination. Blaise had returned after a few minutes and jogged to Draco’s side.

“Sorry I wasn’t able to make it to dinner. (L/n) wanted to stay in the library.

“Well, tell her about the curfew hour or I’ll bring her to Professor Snape personally.”

“I’m sure she knows. Hopefully.”

At this point, Draco’s curiosity was peaked. He turned to Blaise and was about to ask who this (L/n) girl was but Pansy had just arrived, clinging on to his arm quickly.

“Hello, Draco,” Pansy said, smiling affectionately at him, “Will you be alright?”

“Why not?” Draco did his best not to hiss at her right away, still thinking about the girl he saw and wishing he was in her company instead.

“Well, I can’t patrol with you. Professor Snape said I should stay and keep an eye on everyone here in the common room.”

For Draco, this clearly meant he’ll be spending his time alone which was more preferable rather than snogging Pansy late at night while pretending he was enjoying it. He soon left the two of them without saying good bye and proceeded on with his task.

The halls were completely empty by the time the clock struck eleven. He found three students out of bed but to no avail, he still wasn’t able to find the girl he was looking for. He turned to a corner, deep in thought, when he heard footsteps coming from behind. The dark corridors made it difficult for him to see who it was so he pulled out his wand and muttered “Lumos”.

To his surprise, the person out of bed was none other than her. She looked surprised for a second but then her lips turned up to a smile. It was driving him crazy.

“Oops. Didn’t know someone’s patrolling tonight,” she said, as though she was unaware of the situation that could get her in trouble.

“What’re you doing out here? Trying to sneak into the restricted section?” Draco sneered, gesturing to the books she was carrying.

“And why would I want to take the risk?”

“You tell me.”

“If I wanted to go to the restricted section, I could just ask Potter. He gets away easily, you know.”

“Don’t you dare mention Potter to me,” Draco hissed, grabbing both of her arms.

For a moment, the two remained silent. Draco was glaring right at her but she did not bulge. A cold wind swept in through the open window and (y/n) spoke up.

“I guess this means you’ll be bringing me to our professor.”

“No. I don’t need to. I’ll deal with you personally.”

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Draco shut the door quietly. He had brought her in the Room of Requirements which was now enchanted to look like a bedroom. He removed his robe, leaving him in his white shirt that was wrinkled in many places.

“We shouldn’t be disturbed here.”

“You know, you’re in no authority to give me a detention.”

“And you’re in no place to be walking around late at night.”

“Touché,” (y/n) grinned and stood by the fireplace. It was blazing in the dark which was the only light in the room, creating shadows that danced on the walls.

“What were you doing, anyway?”

“That’s none of your business, Mr. Malfoy.”

“It is. I’m a prefect. Your house prefect, mind you. And if you don’t tell me, I’m allowed to use any necessary actions to force the answer out of you,” he walked close to her, his chest nearly touching hers, “even if I have to make you beg all night.”

(Y/n) chuckled as she caught on to his implication. She straightened up and held her chin high, looking at him straight in the eyes.

“Try me.”

With those two words, Draco felt his heart swell up in excitement and his eyes, blinded by lust. He pulled her to his arms and held her chin, kissing her soft lips. The girl responded with great enthusiasm by wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer while his hands began to run up and down her waist. She had not expected this to happen and in her six years at Hogwarts, she had never imagined a night with Draco Malfoy. Their kiss became more heated and greedy. (Y/n) began to strip away her blouse and tie while Draco detached his lips from her, moving on to her exposed neck. He kissed every spot he could find and suckled on her flawless skin, making her moan rather loudly. She felt his cock harden against her and wasted no time to unbutton his shirt. By the time she was finished, Draco had already branded her neck with hickeys and his smile grew wider at the sight of this.

He didn’t need to tell her she was his.

She already knew.

He shrugged off his shirt and threw it aside. He ran his fingers through his platinum hair which made (y/n) bite her lip amusingly. She felt her underwear dampen at the sight and while Draco was eyeing her up and down, she reached behind and unclasped her bra. It was Draco’s turn to bite his lip.

“Surprised, are you, Mr. Malfoy?” purred (y/n).

“Nothing that impressive. Bet Parkinson can do better.” Draco teased but still kept his eyes on her body.

“If you say so.”

(Y/n) unzipped her skirt and let it fall down to the floor, leaving her in her panties and knee-high black socks. Draco pulled her close to him and continued tasting her lips hungrily. He walked backwards blindly in the dark and fell on the couch with (Y/n) on his lap, still managing to keep the heat between them. His lips ghosted on her cheeks to her jaw and down to her neck while she ran her hands through his hair.

After a while, they were both panting with foreheads rested against each other. Her (e/c) eyes gazed on his and she gave a tiny nod to his silent question. He shimmied off his pants quickly while keeping his mouth around her nipple. He bit it softly which earned him a moan from her and so he continued suckling on her breasts until they were red. He groped them like no tomorrow, eventually allowing his hand to trail down to her panties where he rubbed her wet womanhood.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asked.

She couldn’t reply anymore. She was far too aroused to think of anything so she gave him a soft moan and rested her head on his shoulder as he continues massaging her clit.

“A-Ahh…Please…don’t tease me…”

“What was that?”

“D-Don’t tease me…”

“Sorry, love. Can’t seem to hear you.”

(Y/n) was growing frustrated so she kissed his cheek and whispered low to his ear, emphasizing each word.

“Please fuck me, Draco.”

“Love it when you talk dirty, sweetheart.” He stopped rubbing her which left a dark, moist spot on her panties. He laid her down on the couch and pulled away her underwear, finally seeing her naked figure before him and for added pleasure, she spread her legs wide for him to see.

“Bloody hell, (y/n).”

At this point, Draco couldn’t control himself anymore. His lips immediately latched on her pussy and his tongue licked her greedily; tasting every crevice, every juice, and every spot he could find. He entered her with no problem and licked away as much as he could.

Meanwhile, (y/n) was already clawing and scratching the couch from pleasure. She grabbed his hair and gently grinded herself against his hungry mouth. They were both sure they have already woken up the whole castle from their loud moans and pleasured noise.

(Y/n) began to moan louder and louder as she reaches the peak of her climax until Draco pulls away, leaving her panting breathlessly.

“What do you want me to do now?” He asked, whispering to her ear.

“I need you, Draco….Please let me have you.” (Y/n) pleaded.

He removed his boxers immediately and placed the head of his hard cock in her dripping core. He entered her slowly, pushing every thick inch inside which caused her to bite her lip in frustration. Not being able to withstand any further, she kissed him passionately, allowing him to shove his entire manhood inside of her. He groaned her name loud and began to move out and in and in and out.

“You like that, darling?” He asked while continuing to push in her.

“Mm…Yes! Oh that feels so good….” (Y/n) whimpered.

Draco kept his pace fast but not reckless. He had been waiting for this to happen ever since he saw her at the Quidditch field and to finally have her writhing in pleasure was a blissful moment not to be spent wastefully. Her moans were music to his ears and the sensation of her tight walls overfilled his senses. He kept pounding into her until he was close to coming undone. (Y/n) felt him twitch and so she turned the tables and climbed on top of him. She rode him by bouncing up and down on his cock and to top it all off, she placed her palms on his chest and rose her hips one last time before coming down hard on him. Her womanhood clamped on his spurting manhood, filling her up until bits of it started to drip from her opening.

Draco panted heavily as though he ran for miles, holding her close to his chest where she listened to his heartbeat.

“Merlin….That was probably the best I’ve ever had.” He said while twisting strands of her (h/c) hair around his finger.

“Tomorrow again?” (Y/n) smiled.

“Definitely.”

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Imagine:
Being a time traveller and falling in love with Tom Riddle.
••• Requested by Anon •••

There was a horrible ringing in your ears and you felt as if you were flying backwards, the world around you dissolving into a blur of colour as you were sent back in time.

Then you felt solid ground under your feet again, your legs buckling beneath you at the sudden stop. You stumbled and then regained your balance before taking in your surroundings. You were in the same place as you were before; an empty corridor, lined with sleeping portraits.

“Hey!” Said a voice from behind you. “No students out of bed!”

You whipped around , the chain of the time turner digging into your neck as you came face to face with the young man whom had addressed you. Opening your mouth to fake an explanation, you stopped in your tracks, struck dumb by the silver prefect badge the glinted on his chest - and by his good looks.

“I’m not a student.” You told him. “I’m here to see Professor Dumbledore. Do you know where I might find his office?”

The prefect looked you over before straightening up and lifting his chin, making himself look even more stuck up - if that was even possible. “Of course.” He told you. “May I ask for your name?”

“(Y/N) (L/N).”

“I’m Tom. Tom Riddle.”

Mirrored

Summary

Akko went about her daily routine working hard to get one step closer to become like Shiny Chariot when all of a sudden, a certain prodigal witch started acting differently.

Mirror Dimension AU

For those who prefer to read it on fanfiction.net. Here’s the link

Chapter 1

Akko had nearly finished her potions essay for Professor Lukic when someone stood in front of her. She didn’t pay the person any mind as she finished it with her name with a jaunty flourish.

“Hi Akko!”

The high pitched voice inside the library startled her as she was used to the fact that she’s the one always noisy and needs to be shushed. Akko looked up at the person.

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Trouble Part 1 (Tom Riddle)

Part Two

A/n- I’ve got to admit that I’m addicted to young!tom I’m so sorry,,, summary: you were doing prefect duties with tom and things got heated afterwards ;) let me know if you guys want a part two xx

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You looked into the mirror one last time, examining your light makeup. Then you straightened your green Slytherin tie and walked out of the prefect’s bathroom. It was the first night for you being a prefect to patrol the Hogwarts corridors and hallways, checking for unusual movements and students that are out of bed. You were supposed to meet the other male prefect, but at the time, you had no idea where he was. You heard all about him, a handsome, intelligent, yet mysterious boy. Tom Riddle. You ran your fingers through the edge of your shirt, searching for him. Then you saw him leaning against the white stone wall.

“Um, Riddle?” You weren’t sure what to call him as the sound of your voice echoed.

“Right here, y/l/n.” He smiled politely. You wondered how was it possible for someone, or anyone, to look and act this perfect. He continued, “I’ll start with the first floor.” You frowned slightly, “you?”

“Is there a problem? Or do you want this floor?” He replied with the same smile on his face. You could feel your heart beating restlessly, although you weren’t sure why. He had a distinctive atmosphere around him, one that attracted you. 

“I was thinking, why don’t we patrol together since it’s the first night after all?” You said weakly.

There was a hint of surprise on his face, “oh, sure. Follow me.”

The two of you walked around in silence. You didn’t know what to say, so you just tried to follow his pace. There was a sound of someone sobbing, and you raised an eyebrow at Tom. He nodded, and you both followed the source of the sound. Then you heard it clearly, a girl sobbing. 

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anonymous asked:

Could u write one where the reader is new and she meets Dylan, and Dylan becomes really protective of her because she's like only 5 foot tall. Just adventures around school, lots of fluff, maybe the guys (Zach, Nate, brooks, Eric) being annoying af somewhere in the story

Your bed had always been your most difficult goodbye. Especially today. It was the first day of school, and the bed’s sweet linen scent and comfortable body-contouring cushion seemingly begged you to stay. You looked at the clock and sighed. There was nothing in the world that could make you more stressed than going to school today. It was your first day at Columbine, and even though there would be plenty of other new students you were dreading arriving there. 
You climbed out of bed and dressed yourself clumsily. Your shirt was a plain black one with a slight v-neck, and your pants were black joggers with a white line down the side. You combed your hair and ate your breakfast quickly before grabbing your bag and walking out to your car. As you made your way down the Colorado streets, the sun shone through the intermittent clouds and the sky shimmered with the stubborn stars that desperately lingered in the molokai blue sky. You passed lines of evergreen and cedar trees that dusted the ground with their pines and spindles of green. The scent of the wood and the light fog created a dreamy look over the city and you savored the pleasant image of the morning, hoping you could remember the good parts of the day. 
You drove down the street, the traffic sparse and the sun still barely peaking over the trees in the horizon. Columbine loomed in the distance and a sharp feeling of dread poured over you. You longed to stay in the car and admire the scenery; the way the sky covered the city in a shade of gray. You pulled into the parking lot of your new school and parked. You took a deep breath in the silence before slinging your bag over your shoulder and hauling yourself inside, avoiding the prying eyes of your fellow students. 
As you entered the school, a strange heat enveloped you. The air was hot and thick, the halls packed with people walking shoulder to shoulder towards their respective classrooms. You fought through the current, struggling against people who were much taller than you. At 5 feet tall, you were destined to have a hard time getting to class, especially since it was the first day. Somehow, though, you made your way from the ocean of people and into your first hour class. Posted on the board was a seating chart for the class, and you exhaled deeply. A seating chart? On the first day? You searched through the names on the strange diagram until you found yours, right next to the name “Dylan Klebold.” Turning around to find your seat, you saw him. He was tall. REALLY tall. At least a foot taller than you. You approached your seat nervously. Even though this man was not the scariest, his height intimidated you. You slid into your seat and the long-haired blond smiled down at you kindly, his genuine kindness flowing onto you like sunshine. You returned the gesture and faced the front of the classroom. Soon, this would become a pattern.
For weeks, every time you would see Dylan you would smile at him. He would return the favor no matter where he was or who he was with. Sometimes the two of you would talk in the hallways as you headed from class to class, and sometimes you would sit outside together before class. 
One day before class, you were sitting on the stairs by the main entrance. Bundled in thick pants, a sweater and hat, you braced your back against the wind and looked around, rubbing your gloved hands together. The slick material of your coat blocked the breeze from invading your space and freezing you to death, and also helped protect you from the flurries of snow that were beginning to fall. You looked up the slope next to the stairs and spotted Dylan’s car, the old beat up BMW that rattled as it shut off and let out a gong-like clang when Dylan closed the door. He trotted down the steps, a cup in each of his large hands and glided across the lawn to you. He sat down next to you and handed you one of the paper demitasses. You smiled gently and took the cup and he returned your calm beam. “Hope you like coffee.” He said and you laughed softly. 
“I do,” You assured him and took a sip, the warm dark liquid warming your viscera. Steam billowed from your throat and you looked over at Dylan. He was staring mindlessly into space, his long hair drifting in front of his eyes unpleasantly. You reached up and pulled stray locks of hair from his face and he leaned into your touch. The gesture was slight enough that you noticed, but bold enough that you couldn’t help but feel a flush run over your cheeks. 
The flow of people towards the school began to grow and you sighed. You enjoyed your alone time with Dylan, and now the thudding of footsteps and obnoxious murmuring filled your ears and began to irritate you. Dylan placed his foot in front of yours and scooted closer to you, his shoulders swiveled – left out, right in – defensively as guys eyed you. Dylan and you were not officially together, though he liked to act like he was. He ignored people who threw slurs at him and looked you in the eyes, gifting you another of his heart-warming smiles. After the group of guys passed, Dylan sat back where he was and took another drink of his coffee. You couldn’t tell if he liked the drink or if he was just drinking it to stay awake. A smile crept across your lips and Dylan exhaled, steam pouring from between his lips.
“Can I ask you something?” He questioned as he turned to you, his shoulders in the same defensive swivel as before as more people began to walk by. 
“Of course,” You said and took a drink of the refreshing drink he provided you. “Ask away.” You assured him and crossed your legs, turning towards him with your hand propping up your head. 
“Well,” He began shyly, teetering over each word before he uttered it. “I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to be my girlfriend.” He spat the words quickly, as if saying it was ripping off a bandaid. 
Your eyes widened. You didn’t think he could be so direct. “Um,” You stuttered, trying to process what you heard. “Well, yeah. I would really like that.” Dylan casually nodded, then looked away and beamed for a moment. You smiled at that – you loved seeing him so happy. He looked back at you, then slid his arm over your shoulder. 
“Now I can be shamelessly overprotective,” He cheered and you rolled your eyes, resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat was strong, even through his leather trench coat, and the sound lulled you like a metronome. 
Eric approached from the sidewalk with Nate in toe, a large grin spread across his lips. “Aww,” He cooed. “Look how cute Dyla–”
“Fuck off, Eric.” Dylan laughed and you just shook your head and smiled. It had only been three weeks into the school year and you already knew it was going to be one of the best years of your life.