transfiguration book

Wolfstar Raising Harry AU Headcanons

* Toddler Harry with his little leather jacket just like Sirius’s
* Sirius, in dog form, carrying toddler Harry all around the house on his back
* Because Sirius and Remus don’t want to act like they’re replacing Harry’s parents, he grows up using “my Moony” and “my Pads” the way most people say “my mum and dad”.
* When Harry was little, he was scared of thunderstorms. He’d run and hide under Remus’s oversized sweater, wrapping his arms around Remus and shaking.
* Sirius always made pancakes in crazy shapes- a snitch, a broomstick, a dragon, a castle- and sometimes in different colors with food dye.
* Little Harry not understanding why his Moony had to lock himself in the basement for the night once a month
* At night, Remus would read Harry bedtime stories, both the Tales of Beedle the Bard and the Grimm Brothers stories, because that’s what Lily would have wanted.
* Harry jumping up and down with excitement when Sirius and Remus decide he’s old enough for a real broomstick
* When they went out shopping, Harry would hold both his guardians’ hands and jump in the air and swing between them for a second every couple steps
* When Remus and Sirius were busy, Andromeda would babysit. Harry loved playing with his older “cousin”, Tonks.
* After a very eventful trip to the park during which they discovered Harry was a parselmouth, they bought him a pet snake, which he named Sherman. At first, Remus wasn’t very happy about it (he didn’t much like snakes), but then he noticed that Harry’s room stayed cleaner than it normally did. When asked, Harry revealed that Sherman had started refusing to play with him until he did his tidying. After that, Remus was rather fond of the creature.
* Ignoring protests from Sirius, Remus bought Harry a few academic books (Elementary Transfiguration, Defense for Dummies, A Simplified History of Magic, etc.) a full year before he got his Hogwarts letter.
* Harry always writing his name as Harry L. B. Potter (for Lupin-Black), because he wanted to acknowledge them as his parents without giving up his connection to Lily and James
* Sirius tearing up when he and Remus put Harry on the Hogwarts Express for the first time
* The Weasley twins showing Harry the map, thinking he’ll be astounded, but he just goes, “Oh, my dads made that!”
* Harry was warned about Snape by both Remus and Sirius (albeit in very different ways) ahead of time, so he studied his Potions book diligently over the summer and answered all Snape’s questions correctly with an infuriating smirk on his face.
* The Mirror of Erised still shows Harry’s parents, but Remus and Sirius are there too, because he can’t imagine life without them.
* The first time Harry jinxes Malfoy at school (for making extremely offensive comments about half-humans), he gets a Howler the next morning that yells only “NICE ONE, SON” in Sirius’s voice.
* Sirius thinks it’s hilarious that people think Harry is the heir of Slytherin in 2nd year. “Sherman wants to know why he doesn’t have his own secret chamber too!”
* When Remus teaches in 3rd year, Harry is thrilled. He proudly announces, “That’s my Moony,” when Remus takes his seat at the staff table. In the evenings, he hangs out in the DADA classroom to do his homework, often accompanied by Ron and Hermione.
* Harry showing up to class late and Remus, trying to look stern but still smiling a little, says, “I’m sorry, Harry, but I’m going to have to give you a detention,” to which Harry grins and responds, “Yes, /sir/,” because he spends most evenings with his Moony anyway, and Remus never docks points or schedules the detentions to interfere with Quidditch. Occasionally, someone tries to complain to McGonagall about Harry being shown favoritism, but she just shrugs and says, “He’s serving detention, isn’t he?”
* Harry casts his Patronus by thinking about the first time Remus took the Wolfsbane Potion and could stay home on the full moon.
* After the mud-throwing incident in Hogsmeade, Harry runs up to the DADA classroom to tell Remus all about it, and they both laugh, and Remus says, “That’s my boy, haunting the Shrieking Shack just like his Moony.”
* Harry constantly sending Remus messages like, “How can I accomplish this thing without technically breaking any school rules” and Remus almost always has an answer.
* Sirius dying of laughter as a very aggravated Harry recounts, via the two-way mirrors, his attempts to secure a date for the Yule Ball
* Sirius and Remus arriving in a panic less than five minutes after Barty Crouch Jr was unmasked, with Sirius actually looking close to tears. They resolutely refuse to leave, no matter what Madam Pomfrey says, though they consent to be silent. Harry falls asleep holding both their hands.
* Harry trying to sneak into Order meetings under the Invisibility Cloak, so Remus and Sirius get in the habit of Summoning his glasses before they start to check if he’s in the room. Harry, with his father’s cleverness, retaliates by teaching himself how to make things Unsummonable.
* When Harry tells them that he has to go on a mission for Dumbledore, Sirius snorts and says, “You don’t really think we’re letting you go off on your own, do you? We’re coming.”
* The last time Harry sees Remus and Sirius before going to sacrifice himself, they’re fighting back-to-back against a pair of Death Eaters. Harry whispers, “I love you. Don’t die,” before turning away.

”They couldn’t keep me company as humans, so they kept me company as animals.”
  • Remus says this devoid of emotion, but he remembers
  • So, of course, in first year, October, when Remus disappeared for the first full moon, all the Marauders are very, very curious.
  • Because Remus was a very quiet boy, and no one talks to him really very much. But the moment he disappeared, the three boys are intrigued.
  • James, really, is very concerned. “But, Sirius, what if he got lost in the castle and is rotting in a cupboard somewhere?” (They know he gets out of bed at night to explore. He really is better at it than them. They were caught twice, and he has never been caught and it really is unfair. “He’s wasting his talents on the library,” Sirius says often.”)
  • Sirius is very intrigued and plain nosy sometimes. “James, it’s a quest! We have to find him!”
  • Peter is very excited at the sound of a mystery. “What do you think is going on?” he asks enthusiastically. The enthusiasm is why James and Sirius like this new friend. Although not as clever, his enthusiasm is often effective.
  • When Remus comes back, they are even more concerned about his sick mother.
  • But then they realize this a flimsy excuse when Remus’ “sick” mother comes to greet him at the platform, her arms wide open.
  • They are now very perplexed.
  • When the new term begins, they become the Four Marauders when Remus comes to the rescue in a story involving a tractor (a muggle convention Peter had snuck into school somehow), Dorothy Townsend’s knickers, a dozen nifflers, chocolate syrup, Slytherins covered in bobtuber pus and a couple of Hufflepuffs hanging from the Quidditch goalposts (”That was not part of the plan, Sirius!”)
  • There were also Ravenclaws wandering around in talking in Iambic Pentameter, which had also not been the plan. 
  • In fact, nothing had been the plan, and Remus had saved the whole school from turning into a giant Ferris wheel (which had also not been the plan).
  • “I wonder where we went wrong,” James questions later. “You flicked your wrist too much, this is how it’s done,” Remus shows them. Ever since then he is a Marauder.
  • Now it is much easier to track his differences, and much harder for Remus to lie. One month, his Aunt dies, then his rabbit dies. He does not explain the bruises and cuts very well. The Marauders try to trust him because friends trust each other.
  • However, when his Dead Aunt Delia comes to pick him up at the station, they realize something must be done.They research, research and research. 
  • When they come back to term, they are still clueless. Lily finds them huddled together discussing Remus and snorts.“What is it, Evans?” James says rudely. 
  • “How have you till not figured it out?” she laughs at them, but also terrified for Remus because James and Sirius are from the wizarding world and may have its prejudices.
  • One night in November, Remus is gone again and Sirius can’t sleep. The other Marauders can’t either. They realize because the curtains are open and its full moon and light goes off in Sirius’ head.But he doesn’t tell anyone because what if James and Peter hurt Remus?
  • He goes to Lily the next day while Remus is in the hospital. She begs him not to tell anyone, and Sirius swear that he won’t because he cares more than she’ll ever know. (Did he even know it then?)
  • But he remembers the Marauders made a pact to share secrets, not keep them. He realizes James is his best mate, who doesn’t see him as a Black, so why should Remus be a monster?
  • They confront him after he comes back. He is terrified. But instead of silver darts, they chuck golden-wrapped Honeydukes at him. Instead of the slurs, he hears praise for his strength. Instead of the scent of fear, he smells friendship and warmth.
  • James and Sirius are determined they can solve any problems.
  • In January, after an odd incident involving Mrs. Norris drinking Polyjuice potion and running around as Lucius Malfoy starkers paired with one of Hagrid’s giant pumpkins turning into a carriage (one of Remus’ muggle books, honestly muggles were the oddest) they run into an abandoned Transfiguration classroom.
  • They find books about Animagi, and so the adventure starts. 
  • They do not tell Remus until they are ready. 
  • And when they are, they make the bond to be the strongest friends.
  •  But, as Remus utters this sentence, he realizes that the strongest of bonds can be broken, and Sirius realizes that sometimes and old friend’s enthusiasm might be for the wrong reasons.
  • And as Remus utters these words, unwavering, not showing any emotion to Harry, surveying the three remaining, broken fragments of a once-legendary group, he remembers.
  • Because he knows that they don’t know all the jokes, the laughter, the naive hope behind this simple utterance. 
  • Because now they do not have hope, the greatest luxury, anymore.
  • But he hopes hope lives on in the splitting image of James and the bright green eyes in front of him.
Metanoia [Jimin]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Request from @iamanoreo4: Hi! Don’t know if this has been requested before, but could you do an imagine where Reader is friends with the Golden Trio and she has feelings for Harry but after meeting Draco (who may or may not like her *shrug*) those feelings fade? And you can take it from there because you’re an amazing writer! Thanks in advance!

Thank you for requesting! This was so fun to write, I hope you enjoy :) I decided to add it so that Harry likes Reader but he’s really bad at showing those feelings so theres more drama because lets face it I’m a slut for a bit of angst ;) By the way, this turned out to be longer than expected and I wasn’t too sure whether or not to make it into a second part so it’s just a really long piece of writing.


Originally posted by superiorgirls1

You didn’t know when you started to like Harry, but you knew you liked him for sure. You’d dream about him; you pictured the simple future the two of you could have together and how perfect it would be, living a life of harmony at last with the Chosen One. “Tell him Y/N. I know Harry, he likes you back.” Hermione said one night in the common room. It was a Thursday night, it was just the two of you alone because the boys had gone to Quidditch practice and well, you didn’t really know where anyone else was. “He doesn’t Hermione. We’ve been friends for five years, he should’ve made a move by now.” You mumble, highlighting an extract from the stupid transfiguration book you had to read before Monday morning. 

Hermione slammed her book shut, sighing as she leaned forward. You felt her staring at you and your lips turned up in a smirk as she waited for you to say something. “I’ll talk to him.” She says, knowing it’ll get a reaction out of you. “No you won’t!” You argued. You set your book down, leaning back. “Why does everything have to be so complicated?” Hermione chuckled. “Boys are boys - whether you like it or not, Harry’s a bit dim when it comes to girls. I doubt he even knows how to get a word in sideways about how to talk to you about this sort of thing.” You roll your eyes, the whole concept feeling really stupid. “Well he needs to learn because it’s really inconvenient.” You look down at your watch, cursing. 

“Shit! I was meant to meet Draco Malfoy in the library five minutes ago! McGonagall’s going to kill me.” You practically yell as you grab your bag and head toward the portrait hole. Hermione wishes you a good luck before you leave. Professor McGonagall had (without your permission) signed you up to help Draco with certain topics concerning Transfiguration. The rest of your friends never got on with him but you’d never been a victim of his so-called name calling-general wrath thing he had going on. You bound your way down the staircases until you arrive at the library, panting as you make a mental note to work on your cardio. To your surprise, Draco seemed to be running late as well; he turned up at the same time, sweaty and flushed. “You’re running late as well?” You ask, pulling your hair behind your ear. “No, well yeah, I had Quidditch practice and Flint wouldn’t let me go.” He apologises with a smile, opening the door for you to walk in first. You thanked him as you waited for him to catch up.

“I hear they’re really coming down hard on Quidditch this year.” You say in attempt to make small talk. “Uh, yeah. It’s definitely becoming more of a workout.” Draco chuckles, sitting down at a table amidst the completely desolate library, exempt for Madam Pince. “I can tell, you’re all sweaty.” You laugh, pointing at his glistening forehead. Despite what you’d been told about the Malfoy boy, he seemed to be nice and fairly good looking. You couldn’t believe you’d never had a single conversation with him before, and you couldn’t help but stare at the way his green Quidditch undershirt hugged his muscles. “Marcus would never had let me go early if I didn’t look like I was about to pass out from exhaustion.” Draco laughed, pulling out his Transfiguration book from his rucksack. You bit your lip, suddenly feeling bad. “I’m sorry McGonagall made us do this tonight of all nights. You shouldn’t have missed Quidditch training for me.” You declare, watching as Draco’s lips formed a small smirk. A small butterfly swam around your stomach, but you ignored it. “I wanted to.” He smiled before the smallest blush flashed across his cheeks. 

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Shy(ish) (Draco x Reader)

hello! if you’re not too busy with requests could you do a Draco x reader where reader is extremely shy and Draco thinks it’s adorable

I had no Idea how to end this… Whoops!

“Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (L/N)”

Draco glanced around for his potions partner for this class, he didn’t recognize the name Snape had called.

He watched a timid looking girl hesitantly stepped towards him, now that he saw her he realized he knew who she was. She was that girl who always sat alone in classes, in the dining hall, and never really talked to anyone. If he remembered correctly, she always seemed to have her nose in a book, just like Granger.

She pulled out the seat next to him and sat down, placing the book she had been reading earlier on the desk, while avoiding all eye contact with Draco.

He tossed a few sideways glances at the girl, (Y/N), as Professor Snape explained the assignment.

“Get to work.” Snape commanded, and suddenly the classroom filled with the noises of students chatting, pages flipping, and cauldrons bubbling.

Draco turned, once again, to (Y/N) who seemed much more interested in her desk than anything going on around her.

“Well?” He snapped expectantly.

“Sorry.” She muttered as she grabbed her potions book and flipped it open to the page they were on. Draco did the same.

The class was mainly uneventful as the girl seemed too shy to talk to Draco. It wasn’t like he wanted to talk to her either, though, he had to admit, there was something about the timid girl that intrigued him.

When she finally spoke it surprised him, but what surprised him even more is what she said.

“Erm… you’re doing that wrong.” Draco, who was at first startled, fixed his gaze back into his regular glare.

“What?” He asked harshly which made the girl recoil.

She just pointed at the instructions in the book. He glanced down and looked back up to finally see that she had followed the book exactly how had asked. He wanted to hate her for proving him wrong, but for some reason he couldn’t.

“Well done Mr. Malfoy and Ms. (L/N).” Snape congratulated them once they had finished. “At least some people in this class respect the true art of position making.“

As class ended Draco noticed that (Y/N) had already finished packing her things, and she had already begun heading out the door. He looked back down at the table and noticed she had left her book. He picked it up and studied the cover, it wasn’t anything he recognized.

He quickly turned around and yelled, “Wait!” but she was already gone.

You forgot your book.


It had only been four days since (Y/N) had left her book in potions and Draco had already read it twice.

Once he got back from the class he only had to glance at it to realize it was a muggle book, and once he did, he shoved it onto his bedside table and glared at it in disgust.

The next day once he got back to his room, he was feeling a little bored so he picked it up again, read the back and flipped through a couple pages. He almost found the plot interesting before he remembered who exactly he was and tossed it back, hoping to forget about it.

The next day he couldn’t stop thinking about it so he decided that when he got back to his room he would read the first page, and it would be horrible so he wouldn’t have to be bothered anymore. That’s what he though what happened, it started with one page, and then became one chapter, and before he knew it he had finished the whole thing, and he wasn’t even ashamed to say he loved it. So he read it again.


The library was almost silent, and smelled of old books.

Draco was there, picking up a book, when he saw (Y/N) sitting at a table reading ‘advanced transfiguration’, probably for the upcoming test.

He made his way over to (Y/N)’s table and sat down across from her. He could tell she noticed because she stiffened a little, and brought her book closer to her face.

He grabbed her book from his bag, and set it down next to her.

“Here, you left this in potions.”

Her eyes widened as she glanced up, quickly grabbed the book, and put it into her own bag, before meekly smiling at him. Which, he assumed, was her way of saying thank you. She turned back to her transfiguration book, and it seemed like she was expecting him to leave, and honestly he was expecting it too, but what he wasn’t expecting was the fact that he didn’t want too.

“It was really good.”

She smiled lightly again and nodded and looked back down at her book, but then she frowned and glanced back up at him.

“Really?” She asked skeptically.

“What? You didn’t think it was?”

“Well… no, never mind.”

It was too late for her too back out, Draco was already interested in what she had to say. Which was rare, as usually he didn’t care about anyone’s opinion except his own.

“No! What is it?”

She glanced back up at him. “Well, it was kind of boring and predictable.”

Draco frowned.

“I mean I’ve read better,” she continued, “but it’s good that you liked it.”

She looked back down, and the conversation seemed to have ended, but Draco desperately didn’t want it too.

“What would you recommend instead?” He asked, almost desperately.

She hesitated, wondering if he was serious or if it was all just some weird joke.

She reached into her bag. “I like this one a lot.” She hesitated as she pulled it out before shyly glancing back at him.

“What is it?” He asked.

She glanced back down at the table. “I just… didn’t think you were like this, I didn’t think you liked muggle things.”

He hesitated before deciding to be honest. “I usually don’t, well not that I’ve ever really tried muggle things before, other than that book of course.” She glanced up at him, “I guess I’ve been trying new things lately.” She blushed awkwardly.

(Y/N) quickly passed him her book and muttered something about having to be somewhere before she scooted out of her seat and walked away

As she left Draco thought something that he had never remembered thinking before. Something about her shyness and awkwardness, something about just her in general, Draco found… Cute.


“Brilliant.” Draco said as he slammed (Y/N)’s book down next to her on the the dining hall table. The loud noise made (Y/N) jump and look up from her dinner.

Once Draco had finished reading, he had ran down to the dining room, and spotted her eating alone, like always.

“You were definitely right, this one is so much better than the last.” He said as he slid into the empty spot next to her, and tried desperately to ignore her look of general discomfort that he had caused her just by sitting next to her.

“Well I’m glad you like it.” She said while sliding it it into her bag.

“I just have one question… what’s a telephone?”


Ever since the shared book the two would talk occasionally, though (Y/N) would never initiate the conversations.

Quidditch season had picked up, and Draco and his team were busy preparing for the match against Gryffindor. He had brought it up to (Y/N), but tried not to too much as, whenever he did, she seemed uninterested.

As for his friends, they had started to notice the strange girl he had begun to talk to, and were extremely put off by it. All of his friends, especially Pansy, would incessantly tease her behind her back and to her face. And the worst part was, Draco never defended her.


Draco could feel himself start to lose contact with (Y/N) especially with his big quidditch match fast approaching. His training took up most of his time which left him with hardly any time to himself.

In fact, he had been training so much that most of the practices had blended together, but there was one in particular that stuck out to him.

Halfway through a particularly draining practice his teammate flew right next to him and said; “You’re weird friend is watching you.”

Immediately confused Draco turned around to see (Y/N) sitting in the stands, watching him. Her book tucked away in her ever present bag, and her chin rested in her palms.

Once she realized he had caught her, she quickly picked up her bag and darted away, her cheeks practically glowing red.

Draco couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the practice. That was when he realized how much he liked her.


Right after practice Draco quickly got changed the ran out the doors, searching for the shy girl, in hopes of telling her his feelings. He wanted to do it right now, because he knew if he didn’t do it right away his pride would get the best of him and he wouldn’t end up doing it at all.

He spotted her out on the grounds, sitting down and reading a book. He couldn’t tell if she noticed him or not, but once he got closer, she stood up, and started walking away.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled as he started to chase her down. “(Y/N)!”

He finally caught up to her, though he was gasping for air, and slowed down his pace so that he was waking by her side.

“Hi Draco…” she muttered.

“Hey.” He replied.

He decided not to mention her surprise visit earlier today, deciding it would only make her uncomfortable.

The two walked and found a comfortable silence settle around them, and Draco couldn’t help but notice every time their hands brushed.

“This is my stop.” She said after abruptly pausing next to the entrance to the library.


She waved slight and turned away, before Draco reached out and grabbed her hand.

She quickly turned around and stared at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.

“Erm… (Y/N)?” She nodded, “I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmede with me?”

She blinked, processing the question, before softly smiling.

“Yes, yes I would.”


Draco x Muggle-born!Reader

Summary: You and Draco never got along. With the coming of the Yule Ball, something interesting happens between you two.

Warnings: Some cursing, all the flangst.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy! Requests are open :) Feedback is appreciated!

Originally posted by moon-leviosa

“Whatcha reading, nerd?” Draco plucks the A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration out of your hands, grinning as you sneer at him.

“Screw off, Malfoy”, you growl, ripping your book away from his pale fingers.

He grins suggestively. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you Y/N?”

You scoff. “As if I’d screw something as hideous as you.”

The reply seems to catch him somewhat off guard before he saunters away, supposedly to find Crabbe and Goyle.

Before you can begin to focus again, one of your closest friends, the Hermione Granger herself, grabs your attention. “What was that about?” she asks while placing her equally as thick A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration book onto the library table.

“He’s so aggravating”, you growl out with frustration, clenching your fists.

Hermione waits a little before speaking again. “Do… do you perchance fancy him, just a little bit?”

Your mouth hangs open. “Hell no!” you respond rather loudly, earning several shushes from the other students in the library.

“Why would you even think that?” you say much more quietly than before, but still equally as shocked.

“Well…”, she begins, “haven’t you noticed the way he teases you? He’s just trying to get your attention.”

You laugh sarcastically. “Or maybe he’s doing it because he’s an annoying prat.”

Hermione shakes her head. “Whatever you say, Y/N.”

She drops the subject and begins to study with you, which you are more than grateful for.

Just the sound of his name, Draco, makes you cringe. His stupid, egotistical persona drives you up the wall, his cocky voice makes you want to plug your ears, his silver locks are just the right color, his hands are so slender and elegant-

Wait. You immediately hit the brakes on your train of thought. You couldn’t like Draco, of all people, right??

Your thoughts drift to how irritating he is all the time– he picks on you in every possible way, you hate the way his voice sounds when he declares “My father will hear about this!”, and his attitude sucks.

But you can’t help but remember how loyal and devoted he is to the people he believes in, how his gray eyes shine brightly when he does something he’s passionate about, how spectacular he looks when he smiles genuinely.

Shit. You have a crush on Draco Malfoy.

Before you can let that thought marinate in your head, Hermione snaps her fingers in front of your face.

“Earth to Y/N?”

“I think I have a crush on Draco”, you blurt out, immediately covering your mouth with your hands.

Hermione’s eyes lighten up. “I knew it!”, she squeals. She pauses as she thinks for a short while.

“Hey, the Yule Ball is coming up pretty soon. Why don’t you ask him?”

You shrink in your chair. “I don’t know, ‘Mione…”

“Oh come on, Y/N”, she scolds. “It’s a perfect opportunity to tell him how you feel.”

You take in a deep breath. “Fine.”


And that’s how you ended up outside of Snape’s classroom, nervousness bubbling in your stomach as you waited for Draco to leave class.

But, it’s been ten minutes after class was dismissed, and you’re getting tired of waiting. You’re about to go through the door before you hear familiar voices.

“Are you asking anyone to the Ball, Draco?” Crabbe asks.

“What about that Y/N girl?” Goyle butts in, and you can only imagine he has a suggestive look on his face.

You peek in a tiny crack in the door, noticing Draco’s stunning silver hair right away, causing a new wave of butterflies to form.

Draco’s quiet before speaking. “Y/N? That stupid muggle-born? I would never date a Mudblood!”

You let out a choked cry accidentally, tears forming in your eyes. You and Draco never got along, but he’s never called you that before.

The three hear you immediately, Draco’s eyes meeting yours through the door.

You bolt in the opposite direction, ignoring Draco’s desperate calls of your name.


You count the stars littering the night sky for the hundredth time. The Yule Ball was to begin at 8:00 pm tonight, and you wanted to be anywhere but there.

Despite Hermione’s endless begging for you to come despite your episode with Draco, you refused to move from your spot. Besides, you thoroughly enjoyed gazing at the stars for hours. It was the best place in Hogwarts to lose yourself in your thoughts, after all.

Tonight, though, you want to forget everything that happened the past couple days. You try your best to erase Draco, but his voice still rings loud and clear in your ears…Stupid muggle-born...Mudblood…

“Mind if I join you?”

Draco’s crisp voice snaps you out of your trance. He’s standing at the doorway quite awkwardly–slumped over slightly, nervously tapping his foot, and rubbing his neck.

You sigh, allowing him to sit somewhat next to you.

“What are you doing here, Draco? Why aren’t you at the Ball with Pansy or someone else worthy of you?” you spit out, but you’re so tired and weak, it comes out choked.

He flinches at your words and tone. He’s never seen you so damn broken before, and he knows it’s all because of him.

“Y/N?” Draco’s voice sounds strained, like he’s holding back tears. “Please look at me.”

Your tearful eyes glance up to meet his. Draco can feel his heart clench at the sight.

“I know I don’t deserve forgiveness”, he begins, never losing his gaze on you, “But I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

He pauses to recollect himself before speaking again. “I grew up with the mentality that being anything less than a pure blood was inferior to being a pure blood.”

“And I thought that for the longest time. Merlin, then I met you. You’re the most brilliant, beautiful witch I’ve ever met.”

“I knew you were a muggle born because of your name, but I didn’t care about that anymore. I wanted to get to know you, and I guess I thought the best possible way to do that is to bother you relentlessly.”

You chuckle at that, and his expression greatly lifts at the sound.

“I know it’s a little late to ask, but…”

Draco stands in front of you, shyly looking into your eyes. “Will you do me the honor of going to the Ball with me?”

You gasp quietly. “I’m honored, Draco, but I don’t have a dress…”

He shakes his head. “Let’s have it here then.” Draco offers his arm to you politely.

You take it, grinning up at him. “There’s no music, silly…”

Draco begins jokingly humming a tune, his voice rough and loud. You laugh, gently punching his chest.

But, as you begin to dance, you realize the fact that there’s no music doesn’t seem to bother you anymore.

You rest your head on his chest as you begin to sway, hearing his heart beat faster. He smells amazing–like a wood-burned fire and a hint of mint and vanilla.

You decide that maybe Draco isn’t so bad after all. In fact, you’d love to stay in his arms forever.

The stars shine as brightly as ever as the two of you dance the night away.

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The five times James gave Lily flowers and the two times he didn’t; or, How Lily Evans fell in love with James Potter.

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On her first Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts, Lily received lilies from five different people. She loved them because she knew her friends and that one boy from Hufflepuff had good intentions. She knew they thought it’d be cute to give Lily the flower she was named after. Everyone always thought it would be.

After going through it for so many years, Lily should have seen it coming and warned them. Perhaps she could have worn a sign around her neck starting a week prior that read: I do not like lilies.

But despite how unoriginal the flowers were, she carried them around proudly all day. They were beautiful after all. And she may have woken up too late to shower that morning so their sweet perfume was welcome.

That night she sprawled on her back on the floor by the fire with Mary and Marlene. They giggled about all the couples they had seen that day and the boy who had given Mary chocolates. Suddenly, James Potter’s face was looming above Lily’s.

“What on earth are you doing, Potter?” she exclaimed, bolting upright and nearly smacking her forehead against his. He muttered something incoherent before dropping a flower into her lap and bolting toward the boy’s dormitories.

“What was that about?” Marlene asked. Still lying down, she and Mary couldn’t see what James had given Lily.

“Nothing,” Lily said as she slipped the perfect pink peony into the billowy sleeve of her robes. How he knew her favorite flower was a mystery to her. But even more mysterious was the heat spreading across her face and the pounding of her heart. Stupid James had given her some sort of prank flower that made her feel sick. That had to be it. There was no other explanation.

Still. She kept the flower between the pages of one of her transfiguration books.

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they don’t know about us (draco malfoy)

another angst story!

pair: draco malfoy x reader

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song that this is based on: they don’t know about us by one direction (i’m feeling nostalgic stop)

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warning: swearing


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Later, Draco

Request from @maxiverseMe again :) x can you please do a Draco x reader where Draco wants to cuddle but the reader was studying (smth like that) ana then a few neck kisses later she agrees and it leads to the first ‘I Love You’s Thank you x 

Sure thing! I’m so sorry this is a fairly short chapter, I’ve had next to no time to write recently, and I’m awfully sorry! I’m going back to school on tuesday (i cry) and I’ve been fitting in as much homework as humanly possible and also I have work like, all the time :( But this has been really fun to write, I hope you all enjoy ;)))

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Birthday Detention - The Marauders

Requested by anonymous.

“You know,” Sirius said, leaning over his desk to whisper to you, “For someone celebrating their birthday, you don’t seem too happy.”

“Well, most of my birthdays aren’t spent in detention,” you whispered, just as McGonagall walked past. She gave you a stern look and Sirius groaned.

“Come on, Professor,” he whined, looking up at her. “It was one silly prank. You won’t catch us again.”

“And what? I should let you go?” she asked.

“Yes. It’s Y/N’s birthday today.”

“Well, happy birthday, Y/L/N, I hope you enjoy it as much as I am,” she said, walking up to the front of the room to her desk. You sighed and tried to pull out your Transfiguration book. If you weren’t going to be celebrating, at least you could catch up on some studying.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Sirius asked, ripping the book out of your hands. 

“Studying,” you said, trying to take it back. “Sirius, come on.”

“Look, I’m sorry the prank on Snivellus didn’t go well.” You groaned and looked at him with a frown.

“You shouldn’t have pulled any prank,” you said.

“It was suppose to be a birthday present,” he said, frowning as he slumped in his chair. You closed your book and stared at him until he looked up.

“It was a nice present. Minus getting caught.”

“Didn’t you think it was funny when he nearly fell into his cauldr-”

“Mr. Black!” McGonagall said from the front. “Show a little remorse for your actions.”

“Sorry, professor. And I’m sorry,” he said to you. “I know you didn’t want to be locked here for your birthday.”

“It’s alright,” you said. You opened your book again and started reading as Sirius stood up. He walked up towards McGonagall and was talking in hushed voices. You couldn’t hear what he was saying, but you could see him smiling. 

When he sat back down, he was still smiling. You looked over at him in confusion but he just shushed you and looked straight forward. You thought about questioning him, but couldn’t as McGonagall walked out, and came back a moment later with Professor Slughorn.

“There is something of the utmost important I need to do,” she said. “Professor Slughorn will watch over you for the time being.” Looking at Sirius again, you saw that he didn’t seem surprised by this like you were.

Slughorn walked past you, and smiled a little. You looked over at Sirius who was purposely avoiding you. 

“I don’t know what you are planning, but it’s not going to make up for getting me in detention on my birthday.”

“Really? What if I got that Slytherin sixth year you have a crush on to ask you out?” You looked at him and shook your head.

“Is that what you have planned?”

“Well, no,” he said, frowning. 

“Then no, I don’t forgive you.” As you said that, the door opened and Professor McGonagall walked back in. She smiled at you and then stepped aside. When she did, you saw Peter standing behind her, a birthday cake with burning candles in his hands. You laughed as James and Remus popped up behind him.

“I suppose you all could use an extra detention together,” she said with a small smile. “You aren’t to leave this room until midnight. I’ll have Filch at the door to make sure you get back to your dormitory tonight.”

“Thank you, Professor,” Sirius said. She nodded before walking out the door with Slughorn. Peter brought the cake forward as the others started singing ‘Happy Birthday’. 

Remus cut everyone a piece of cake, and they all clumped around the desk you sat in. You ate in silence for a little bit, until you noticed Sirius staring at you.

“What?” you asked through a mouthful of cake, making the boys laugh. 

“Do you forgive me now?” he asked.

“A little.”

“Well, hopefully this will help,” he said, reaching into his bag, pulling out a package wrapped in red paper. 

“Padfoot, you know that you don’t have to get me anything,” you said, taking it with an abashed smiled. 

“Does that count for the rest of us?” James asked as they each pulled out a present. You laughed and wrapped you arm around the two boys you could reach, in this case Remus and Sirius.

“I love you guys.” You opened your gifts and ate cake for about the next hour, telling jokes and reminiscing about times that you didn’t get caught pranking, and joking that that was the reason you were all in detention right now. 

Sirius got you a copy of your favorite book at a Muggle shop over Christmas, Peter got you a new broomstick cleaning set, James bought you a necklace that looked a lot like the one you complimented Lily on, and Remus got you every sweet you loved from Honeydukes.

“I am sorry I got you in detention,” Sirius said. “We had planned to go poke the giant squid with you tonight.”

“That’s okay,” you said, bumping his shoulder. “I like this birthday, too. And I also liked your prank,” you said with a small smile. Sirius grinned and went into detail telling the rest of the group about what he did to Severus earlier today. 

As everyone laughed, you noticed that this was the first time in a long time that you hadn’t thought about the impending doom of the war. You rested your head against Remus’s shoulder, and listened in silent bliss to your best friends joking, just like they used to. 

They had spent so much time trying to make this day right for you, but the best part of the day was the fact that they were all happy. If your friends were enjoying themselves as they deserved, that was all you could ask for.

Is your kink realistic sex?

I’m pretty unashamed to say mine is, as unconventional as that may be in a day and age where sex is meant to titillate rather than just be part of a healthy relationship.

@agentmoppet​ (AKA @ellenjanewrites​, go check out her blog!) and I put our bitter, twisted minds together, spurred on by the desire to see laughter brought into the bedroom, and accidentally wrote 25k of just that.

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Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood
Summary: Harry’s used to finding distractions to avoid studying, but propositioning Malfoy to get rid of the pesky problem of their virginity is on a whole new level, even for him.

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Liar 9/? (Tom Riddle Jr/Voldemort Imagine)

The rest of the day went by slowly but without any hiccups and all the while you were dreading detention. You were exhausted, physically and mentally. Shuffling from foot to foot to the library, you sat down on the nearest chair and rested your head against your folded arms, allowing yourself a moment’s rest.

A moment turned into five minutes, then ten, fifteen and finally twenty before the presence of someone shuffling in front of you had you jump awake. Head thrown up and eyes darting, you slumped as green eyes greeted you.

“Long day I heard.” The boy had a stack of books by his side and you groaned, “You have no idea, Green-Eyes.”

“Sterling.” He said, flicking through pages carelessly before tossing the book and picking up another from his pile, “My name is Sterling.“

“What are you doing here, Sterling?” You asked, cheek resting against your fist. “Same as you,” he sighed, brushing dark locks from his forehead. “Detention.”

A laugh escaped and you quickly covered it with a cough. “Convincing.” He teased, eyes meeting yours for a moment before returning to the pages.

“What’s a Ravenclaw doing in detention?” Raising an inquisitive brow at the boy, you examined the books. All Transfiguration. “I went into the restricted section.” A smirk spread across your face as you scanned the covers, “Why? Looking for something in particular?”

Sterling nodded slowly and was about to respond, but decided to slide an open book across the table to you, tapping the illustration on the page with his finger. A wild dog snarled on all fours under the moonlight, surrounded by other mysterious creatures. Squinting at the text by the interesting picture, you read through it slowly. It was human transfiguration - how to become an Animagus.

“You’re ahead in Transfigurations?” You blinked at Sterling and he smiled lightly, “Something like that.”

Furrowing your brows as you looked from him back to the page, you scanned over the text carefully, intrigued by the contents within the book. Step by step instructions were present and you had to go over the paragraphs a few times before you actually absorbed it. Humming softly as Sterling watched you read, the two of you jumped when someone cleared their throat.

“Y/N, I thought I reminded you of your detention with me this afternoon.” That usually condescending voice sounded irritated or even angry. Snapping your book shut and sliding it across the table to the equally startled brunette, you looked up at Riddle, eyes wide.

“This is where I always serve detention, I thought you’d meet me here.” Tom glared down at you and you suddenly wanted to shrink into yourself, standing and flashing Sterling an apologetic look, “Let’s chat later, alright?” The green-eyed boy stared at you, brows raised, before slowly nodding and taking a hold of the book you’d returned.

Turning away from Sterling and taking the annoyed Slytherin’s side to leave but stopped mid-step to swiftly return to Sterling, arms wrapping around his neck tightly in a hug. The library was silent, save for your breathing and the shocked brunette’s heartbeat against you.

“Don’t move.” You warned before slowly pulling away and meeting his startled eyes. He said nothing, but his eyes told you he understood and you smiled thankfully, intentionally avoiding Tom’s hard face - he hadn’t seen you reach into your own pocket and pluck a small, green critter and hand it to the mocha-skinned boy ahead.

You felt intimidated when you realized Riddle was glaring at you from the corner of his eye as you walked side by side in silence. It seemed as if after a while, the Slytherin couldn’t stand it anymore and broke it. “Future detentions will be held at the library, but we need to redo our Shrinking solution.”

You nodded, sighing softly as the day’s events replayed in your mind. “You told me it was Hornby who put leeches down my back,” the door swung open and you let out a deep sigh, “Did she say why?”

“You and the Ravenclaw boy, Mathers.” He tutted and you raised your brows, “What about him?” The two of you turned into the potions classroom and you blinked, everything was already set up.

“You have everything ready?” Eyes finding his, Tom clenched his jaw, “Of course, I’m not nearly as unorganized as the rest of our class.” You flinched lightly and examined all the jars, the contents and all the creatures you now hated. You kept your distance.

“I find it distasteful.” You nearly stopped mid-step. “Excuse me?” Jaw hanging open, you turned to glare at him. Tom went on as if he hadn’t said a thing and it infuriated you.

“Did Olive tell you why she did what she did?” You repeated through gritted teeth, swiping jars and shakily unscrewing their lids. “She didn’t, no.” The brunette turned the wooden spoon without even the wave of his hand and you were finding it particularly distracting.

“Well I suppose I’ll have to ask her myself, then.” You raised the jar above the cauldron to empty its contents and Tom’s hand shot out to grab your wrist tightly, eyes on the book. “Stop this nonsense now.” You blinked at him sarcastically, “I’m not doing anything, Riddle.”

He pulled you close and with an all newly penetrative set of eyes, glared at you, lips thinned into an unamused frown and eyes wild with colour. “I don’t care how you handle yourself but while you’re with me you will handle yourself with poise, do you understand? I won’t have you tarnish my grades.” Riddle’s tone was low and menacing and yet somehow he was entrancing.

You nodded slowly, trying not to flinch away from his even breaths over your face. “I just want to be left alone.” You confessed, Tom had made you feel ashamed for being bullied, for being made a fool of.

“You’ve always responded exactly the ways they want you to,” Tom released you and passed, his robe caressing you gently and making you shudder. “You always give them a source of entertainment.”

You wanted to argue, to deny all of this, but you knew he was right and you blushed, feeling your pride crumble as you opened your mouth to speak. “What should I do?” Shifting uncomfortably at the silence, you forced your self to face Tom, who was looking from you to the cauldron and then back at you as if contemplating something.

“I wouldn’t know, that Hornby girl wouldn’t dare do to me as she did to you.” You swallowed loudly, you knew Tom was talented, more and more every day, but before your run-in with him you’d have never imagined he was threatening and wondered if he would become violent.

“Why?” You asked meekly and this seemed to for lack of a better word, brighten Tom’s mood - you’d sparked his interest, finally. A faint smirk found his lips and he tilted his head toward the cauldron.

“Because I’m smart,” he started, shrugging off his robe and folding it neatly on a nearby table. “I wouldn’t ever be caught in such vulnerable positions.” As if mentoring a child, he spoke to you in what you assumed was an unintentionally condescending tone. “You open yourself up to attack too often, Y/N. You always have.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “How would you know?” Tom’s smirk faltered for a moment as if he’d been caught out and it took a moment for you to catch on, your heart doing flips. “You’ve been keeping an eye on me?” You nearly whispered and Tom tutted, “Of course not, I hardly care that you spend your free time squabbling with Malfoy but the two of you get so loud it’s difficult not to notice.”

Heart thrumming, you nodded and turned your gaze to the cauldron, internally wishing to press more. Why did the knowledge that Tom had noticed you before this somehow make you feel accomplished? “He’s very easy to manipulate, but so are you.” You frowned, brows furrowed and lips pursed. “How am I easily manipulated?”

Tom’s dark eyes seemed to sparkle in the low light of the setting sun and from this angle, eyes hooded, lips curled, he looked breathtaking. “You just proved it. I called you easy and you reacted exactly as I expected.” You rolled your eyes and forced yourself to look elsewhere, fingertips tingling with a strange heat.

“Pouting is for children, Y/N.” You let out a long groan and dragged your fingers down your face, straightening it before turning to Tom and batting your lashes at him sarcastically. He didn’t seem amused.

You watched the potion brew in an uncomfortable silence, scolding yourself for ruining what conversation with Tom before kicking yourself - like you cared what he thought. You were forgetting too easily who he was and what he’d said to you hours earlier. With a renewed anger, you cleared your throat as the potion turned a dark, acidic green within the cauldron.

Riddle pulled his wand from his folded robes and gracefully traced a pattern above the steaming bowl and the flames extinguished, the spoon retreating from the bubbly liquid. “It looks adequate to me. I’ll deliver this to Professor Slughorn this evening.”

Riddle filled a small glass vial with the thick potion and hummed as he inspected it. “Tomorrow’s detention will be in the library, Y/N. I trust you won’t be distracted by some Ravenclaw or another.”

It took all of your willpower not to shout in anger and so you stood there, sweating and shaking at his petty jab. “I’ll see you then, Riddle.”

Turning with heavy steps, you heaved angrily all the way to the dungeon and mispronounced the password several times in your frustration. By the time it opened you were already undoing your tie and freeing your hair, fingers running through it messily. You groaned and threw yourself onto your bed, rolling onto your stomach and hugging the pillow close.

Your mind went over everything one more time before you fell prey to exhaustion. You thought of the hex, the leeches, the bowtruckle, you thought of Abraxas, Olive, Sterling and then Tom. Your mind lingered on Tom and your confusing mindset around him. You contradicted yourself with him, you hated him but wanted to please him, to impress him so he would raise his perfectly shaped brow at you and smirk with his pale pink lips.

Shaking your head, you replaced him with that odd illustration from the book you’d read in the library. An Animagus, an interesting topic you’d never really paid any attention to before but was now suddenly speaking to you.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you smiled, you’d ask Sterling about the book the next time you saw him.

How in the hell was Hagrid able to use his broken wand at all? Ron couldn’t even disarm someone without his broken wand exploding in his face, and Harry wasn’t even able to use his at all. So how in the flying dung beetles is Hagrid able to transfigure Dudley in book 1, or put out his fully engulfed house in book 6? How? Fucking HOW, Hagrid?!? HOW!?

A Blissful Revenge

Draco x Reader

Requested by @thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch

You’re walking down the hallway with your textbooks cradled to your chest and your gaze on the tiles beneath your feet. A nasally laugh causes the breath to freeze in your lungs. Before you can even look at the owner of the sound, your textbooks are slapped from your arms and strewn across the ground. Your anxious eyes meet the cold ones that belong to Pansy Parkinson. She has two girls flanking her. All three have the same haughty expression worn on their faces. 

You swallow nervously as you pick up your textbooks. One of Pansy’s sidekicks sweeps her foot out and launches it across the hallway. You shakily step over to the far wall and bend down to retrieve it. The other sidekick is desperate to prove herself as she steps over to you and pushes you over in your half-bent state. You fall to the ground and the books that you’ve already retrieved fall to the floor once again. Pansy cackles and begins to walk away. Her sidekicks take the que and follow her with hollow laughs echoing throughout the corridor.
You had never done anything to those girls yet they are cruel to you often. You don’t understand where their motivation comes from, but the source is limitless. Their humiliation has varied from casual shoves and glares to calling you detestable names in front of large crowds. Once they had even stuck gum in your hair resulting in you having to cut a large portion of hair from your head. You cannot fathom a reason that these girls think it okay to be this merciless to another human being. You’re getting sick of their mental torture. Soon, they’re going to have a rude awakening.

You walk into the Great Hall alone the next morning. As your face is seen, most of the Great Hall erupts into laughter and begin to snicker to one another. A flame spreads across your cheeks. You have no idea what’s going on, but it’s obviously directed at you. 

You sit down at your table quickly. Your eyes dart around the students surrounding you. Most students are behind newspapers, which is odd. These kids don’t read the newspaper. You look at the next table over and catch sight of what has enamored everyone’s attention. 

Printed largely inside of the newspaper, as if it is a poster, is a picture of you posing provocatively. The worst part is that the only thing you were wearing is the seductive smirk on your lips. You know that this picture is not real, but the rest of Hogwarts does not. 

You choke on your own saliva as you twist to see everyone with these pictures and have their gazes turned on you.

Why doesn’t the Earth swallow you whole when you want it to? You think as you sprint from the room.

Hearty laughter echoes after your retreat. You run throughout Hogwarts with tear-filled vision. You turn into Moaning Myrtle’s laboratories.

“Hello Y/N,” she calls miserably. 

Your reply is choked sobbing. She looks at you sympathetically.

“Are those wretched girls giving you a hard time again?”

You nod your head yes as you wipe your tears on your robe sleeves. She sighs mournfully.

“I understand what you’re going through. The only regret that I have is that I didn’t stand up to my bullies before I died. But now I have eternity to regret that.” 

She sighs again before shooting herself into an open toilet. You stare at your tear-stained face in the mirror as contemplate what Myrtle had said. You jump when someone begins to knock on the bathroom door. You panic, thinking it was Pansy or the other girls trying to deepen the wound, but slightly calm down a bit when a male voice is heard.

“Y/N, are you in there?”

You stay quiet, hoping that he’ll go away, whoever he is. A sigh is heard.

“Okay, let’s try this again. Y/N, I know that you’re in there. Do you mind if I come in?” 

“Go away! I have diarrhea!”

You step over to a toilet and flush it to emphasize your statement. 

“Y/N, I’m not daft. I’m coming in.”

You pull your wand from your pocket as a guy steps through the door. Your mouth falls open slightly as you realize that it’s the notorious Draco Malfoy. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“You’ll raise your wand to the guy seeing if you’re okay, but not to the girls that spread your pornographic pictures across Hogwarts?”

You blush and lower your wand although you keep it in your hand just in case.
“I’m fine. You can leave now.”

“I’ve seen the picture. I know you’re fine. I just wanted to know whether you wanted any help.”

You flush at the brash compliment.

“Help with what?”

“With growing a spine when it comes to Parkinson. I don’t know what you did to antagonize her-“

“I didn’t antagonize her! Me being alive antagonized her!”

He pauses.

“Oh, it’s that situation. I see.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“‘That situation?’” you repeat.

“Yes.” He begins to pace as he speaks. “She sees you as weak, as inferior. That obviously isn’t true, but that’s her thoughts. She’s toying with you. She messes with you to prove to herself that she’s better than you.”

You raise your arms in exasperation.

“And how do I change that?”

He pauses mid-step and turns to you with a smile on his face.

“You prove her wrong.”

For the next few weeks, you two meet often. He coaches you on most Slytherin’s weaknesses and how to prey on them. He shows you how to be ruthless with your words. He also becomes a friend, and very quickly at that considering the circumstances. 

You plop yourself into a bean bag that has been Transfigured from a library book. 

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to do it later.”

He grins from his slouched position on the bean bag next to you. 

“I know. I’ve taught you well.”

“You’ve taught me how to be a ruthless asshole.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“And your point is?”

You laugh at him.

“That’s not a great friendship skill to have.”

“What if friendship isn’t what I’m aiming for?”

“Excuse me?”

His grin reappears although there’s an anxious edge to it. 

“C’mon Y/N, don’t act so surprised. I saw this beautiful boy/girl being abused by this bitch that I’m ‘friends’ with and I go behind her back to train you in the ways of being heartless so that you may conquer your problem. If you haven’t noticed, Slytherins don’t turn on each other unless it’s a damn good reason. You’re a damn good reason.”

You stare at him for a long moment.

“I’m not sure what you want me to say,” you admit.

He laughs and his Adam’s apple bobs nervously as he does so. 

“Well, you have two options. You can reject me or admit that you like me as well.”

A smile creeps onto your face as you lean in slightly and lock eyes with his mercury ones.

“How about this: if I survive this confrontation, I’ll confess my undying love to you. Deal?”

He nods slightly and closes his eyes. You lean in and kiss the tip of his nose. He opens his eyes and smiles.

“Then let’s get this over with, yeah?”

You return the smile and stand up. He stands up as well and follows you into the hallway. As you planned, the corridor is crowded because it is dinner hour. As your heart threatened to pound out of your ribcage, you scan the crowd. Towards the middle, you spot the one you want.

“Yo Parkinson!” you call.

Everyone pauses mid-step and crane their neck to gaze at you. Pansy turns to see who dared yell her name out in such a manner. Her eyes light up and a sinister grin upturn her lips when she spots you. The crowd splits as she stalks towards you.

“L/N, this is a-“

You hold up a hand to interrupt her. Surprisingly, she takes the hint.

“I will keep this message brief because I dislike speaking with you. It feels ridiculous, like conversing with a toad or a common earthworm.” 

She looks at you in disbelief.

“Excuse me? Who do you-“

You hold up your hand again and fix her with a steely glare.

“I would keep quiet if you want to keep your teeth.”

She opens her mouth as if to say something, yet when you raise an eyebrow, it closes. You could hear a quill drop on the floor above because everyone is dead silent to attempt to hear what’s going to be said. You lock eyes with your tormentor for the past several years.

“I want you to listen carefully. Your attitude towards me is unwanted and will no longer be tolerated. That goes for anyone else that you may humiliate because you are under the illusion that you are better than them. Here’s the pin that may pop your ego: you’re not.  Compared to myself and the others, you are a small, insignificant buzzing in our ears. I expect you to stop all your harassment. If I’m not satisfied, I’m going to kick your ass.”

There’s a silence before Pansy breaks it by laughing.

“What, you suddenly grow a backbone and you expect me to bow to your every command?”

You shrug.

“Okay, I tried this the easy way.”

You rear your arm back and punch her square in the face.

“Pansy, there are approximately 1,013,900 words in the English language, yet I could never string any of them together to explain how much I want to hit you in the face with a chair.”

She holds a hand to her nose, pulls it back, and looks at her bloody hand in shock.

“You’re psychotic!”

“No. I’m just done with you toying with me and anyone else. If I catch you being an ass to anyone else, there aren’t enough deities that you can pray to keep yourself safe from me. You understand?”

She nods and begins to shove through the crowd away from you. The witnesses surrounding you begin to clap. You smile at the acknowledgement and do a small bow. You catch Draco’s eye in the crowd to see him grinning and clapping as well. You motion with your head to the library door and he nods in understanding. You push through the people and enter the double doors. Moments later, Draco joins you.

“That was bloody amazing! You did a great job!”

You grin at his praise.

“Thanks, I had a fantastic teacher.”

He smirks.

“Yeah you did.”

You step closer to him.

“And as an amazing teacher, I think you deserve an award.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“And what would that be?”

You eye his plump, pink lips before leaning in and snagging his bottom lip between yours. He gives a small moan as you massage his bottom lip with your tongue. You pull away and lean your forehead against his. 

“Draco, I’d be honored if you became my boyfriend. What do you say?”

He smiles.

“I say hell yes.”

You return the smile before leaning in and connecting your lips once again.

unfinished teen wolf hp au

i wrote this literally years ago and i’m never going to complete it, but i figured i’d post it here in case anyone was interested :)

A flick seems like too much- really, there is no point with the way the wrist had to bend to accommodate the second swish. He pulls out his wand, the grey tint of mountain ash turning near silver in the candlelight of the great hall, and performs the spell without the flick, “Aureus!” His quill obligingly turns into solid gold, and he turns it back to scratch out the last instruction in the book. McGonagall does this thing with her eyebrows when he screws around with the spells, and this is going to be awesome.

“That’s a fifth year spell, you utter freak,” his bag is pushed aside onto the floor so Jackson can slide in beside him. “Wait two more years.”

Stiles grabs his bag to save it from the dirty, dirty floor and places it on his other side, “We can’t all be Charms nerds like you. Speaking of, how’d your meeting with Flitwick go?”

Jackson’s sneer turns into an almost smile, “He offered to teach me dueling in exchange for being his research assistant.”

He hits him in the shoulder with his transfiguration book, which judging by Jackson’s glare may be too heavy for that, “Shut up! That’s amazing - there are seventh years who’d kill some small children to get that opportunity.”

Jackson’s smile dims back into a frown. He glances across at the other tables in the great hall, “I’m sure those rumors will start soon enough.”

Stiles nudges the other boy so he looks back at him, “Well, I think it’s great, and well earned. You’ve done our house proud.”

He makes the face he does when he’s pleased but doesn’t want to show it and starts loading his plate with food. “Did you go to the tryouts yesterday? I didn’t see you.”

Stiles opens his book so he can get back to taking notes, “Why put myself through the second hand embarrassment? Besides, there’s only one chaser spot open, and it’s not like Ethan and Aiden are going to choose someone bad.”

“They chose you,” he points at Stiles with his fork.

He sticks his tongue out, “I’m a brilliant seeker, or at least I suck less than everyone else. Forget that, come with me to Gryffindor tryouts, that’s going to be intense. And brutal. Danny lost all of his team except for Scott and Heather.”

“All the easier to crush them,” Jackson snorts.

Stiles copies down the spell to turn a raven into a writing desk, not sure when he’d ever feel the need to use it, but that’s hardly the point. “Danny Mahealani is the nicest, friendliest person ever, except on the Quidditch field. He runs the Gryffindors way harder than twins do us.”

Jackson rolls his eyes, “Literally the last thing I want to do is watch you and McCall panting after each other for three hours. We’ll kill them in the first game, and every game after, and that’s all that matters.”

“Speaking of,” he waves across the hall, and Scott’s already scanning the table to catch sight of him. They exchange a few eyebrow waggles and suggestive hand gestures, the same system they developed when they were eight, and he starts to pack up his things. “I’m going to have dessert at the Gryffindor table, want to come?”

“No,” he says, although he’s looking a little too intently at his mashed potatoes, “I don’t actually enjoy getting detention, you know.”

Stiles hikes his bag over his shoulder, “Do you know that you don’t have start a duel every time we sit with the Gryffindors?”

“Yes I do,” Jackson scowls, “because one of those bastards will run their mouths about me, or you, and then I’ll have beat some manners into them. They could at least pretend to be civilized and say those things behind our backs. House of muggleborns, they were never taught any honor.”

“You don’t actually have to do anything when they say something about me,” Stiles points out, “and we’re Slytherins, we don’t have honor.”

“I have honor,” he stabs his chicken as if it’s personally offended him.

Stiles is pretty sure that’s the other boy’s answer to both of his previous statements, and he makes a point of sighing dramatically as he drops his bag back onto the bench. “Don’t move, I’ll make Scott come over here.”

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Hard to Control

request: hi so i see you’re new and i was hoping you could write about a remus x metamorphmagus hufflepuff reader and how it’s really hard to control transforming and stuff atm!!

thanks for being my first request and i hope this is good! xx

You walked happily to your first class of the day, Transfiguration, with your books in hand and your head held high. You had just recently transferred from Ilvermony to Hogwarts because your mother wanted to live back home instead of across the Atlantic Ocean. 

You had your own private sorting ceremony in Dumbledore’s office where the hat, in less than a minute declared you and Hufflepuff. You along with Dumbledore and whatever other faculty was in the room laughed when your hair turned yellow to indicate you were happy, and unintentionally making it your new house colors. You were ecstatic to say the least after researching the goodness and loyalty that house had to offer. You became friendly with your roommates and said you would meet up with them at class before heading to your dorm to retrieve some last minute supplies. 

Passing all the beautiful architecutre on your way to class, you hadn’t noticed that no one was in the hallways and that inevitably, you were late. It wasn’t your fault that you had been trapped on two moving staircases and gone in circles around the same two corridors accidentally. You began to freak out internally because there was no way you could make a good impression while being late to class on your first day. 

Loud footsteps were heard from behind you and you turned around in hope of seeing a teacher because arriving late to a class with a teacher by your side didn’t see as bad as arriving alone. Instead four boys, about your age sped walked around the corner. It all happened too fast but a sandy-haired, tall boy had bumped into you and both of you dropped all of your belongings. 

“I’m so sorry! We’re late to class and I didn’t even see where I was going and-” the boy started, frantically gathering his and your stuff up. You knelt down with him and helped him out, blushing furiously. 

“It’s okay, I swear, I’m late and I don’t even know where I’m going.” You answered sheepishly, grabbing your wand and last book before straightening yourself out and looking at him as he did the same. 

“Woah.” You heard from all four boys in unison. You gave them a weird look before the boy with the glasses motioned to your hair with his mouth in the shape of an ‘o’. You mentally groaned and let out an awkward chuckle before running your hand through your hair and glancing down at it, seeing it was red. Embarrassed. 

“You’re a metamorphmagus.” The black haired one said. “And American.”

“Very well spotted, Sirius.” The sandy-haired, tall boy commented, making you giggle. “Where are you headed to? You look new.”

“Sorry it’s a little hard to control and Transfiguration.” You answered, suddenly realizing how late you would be at this point. “Look I really should start looking for the room before I’m extremely late-”

“We’re going to the same place don’t worry! We’re in Gryffindor and I’m guessing your Hufflepuff because we share the same class I guess.” The boy with the glasses answered. You gave him a grateful smile and nodded. 

“Sweet, thanks.” 

Transfiguration class was great, although the subtle scolding from McGonagall was not, but you knew it was mainly towards the four reckless boys and not the new girl. Class was dismissed and you began gathering your books to head to Potions next until you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and was faced with the sandy-haired boy. 

“Hey I never got to introduce myself, I’m Remus.” Remus said, putting his hand out for you to shake with a kind smile. You smiled back, your hair turning yellow for the second time in two days because you made yet, another friend. 

“I’m (Y/N).” You responded, shaking his hand before walking side by side out of the classroom. 

“Maybe we can meet up later and we can go over your schedule for the next few days and I can help you find your classes so you aren’t late again.” Remus offered. You nodded and looked at him.

“That’d be great. And plus I’m not the only one who needs help to stop being late.” You laughed to yourself and smiled up at him. 

“In my defense it was all Sirius and James’ fault!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defense jokingly. You could tell this was going to be a good relationship. 

anonymous asked:

Can I get 28 with Remus. If you're still doing that.

I got a couple asks about this one so here goes!  I’m also going to make this a bit shorter so I can do more of them tonight :)

28. Jealous kiss

“Will you stop walking so fast?” You huffed, tugging the back of Remus’s robes so that he jerked backwards and rubbed his neck where his collar tightened.  “What’s gotten into you? It’s nowhere near the full moon!” you said quietly, even though there weren’t any other students nearby.

Remus had been acting strange all through Transfiguration, and bolted out the door the second the bell rang.  He’d gone by the time you finished helping your partner for that day, Keller Appleby, put away the textbooks you’d been trying to turn into toadstools, and you only just caught up to him.

“Did I do something?” You questioned, racking your brains.  It wasn’t his birthday until next month, it wasn’t a holiday, and you hadn’t even been dating long enough to have an anniversary yet, so what could it be?

Remus spun around, scowling.  “Appleby was flirting with you.”

“Excuse me?” you said, rather offended.

“He wouldn’t leave you alone for the whole class!”

“Because he was my assigned partner,” you said slowly.  Remus was being ridiculous.  “You don’t see me jumping down your throat for helping that Hufflepuff girl Ramona, so I’d appreciate if you stopped jumping down mine.”

Remus glared.  “He was all over you.”  Remus wasn’t mad at you, he knew you hadn’t done anything wrong–he just hated seeing other guys pay so much attention to you and couldn’t stop the knot of anger in his stomach.  Usually it wasn’t an issue, but Appleby had seemed a little too happy for you when you finally transfigured one of the books into a giant purple mushroom, and held your hand a little too long when he was helping you with the spell’s wand movement.

“Oh my God,” you laughed.  “You’re jealous of Keller Appleby?  You know I’m already dating you, right?”

“Yes, I know that,” Remus said impatiently.  He rolled his eyes and pulled you into a secluded alcove.  Once out of sight, he kissed you roughly as if to prove his point and your eyes widened momentarily before you relaxed and kissed back.  He leaned away only slightly, his lips still an inch from yours.  “I just don’t like other blokes flirting with my girl.”

You gave him an incredulous and slightly amused look.  “Yeah, well your girl doesn’t like it either.  But enough taking your jealousy out on me, yeah?  Next time just…I don’t know, hit him with a Jellylegs Jinx or something.”

Remus laughed and brushed a stray piece of hair back from your face.  “That’s my girl.”

Cait :)

no more please!! I have a ton to finish!

Prongs Headcanons

In honor of James Fleamont Potter’s birthday, here are some of my happier headcanons about him! (they’re kind of all over the place)

  • Ridiculously spoiled by his parents, but never selfish and always generous
  • His hair was always a mess, but after he got his Animagus transformation down during his 5th year, there were always 2 distinct clumps of hair that would just stick up…like antlers…
  • Even Sleakeazey’s (is that how you spell it?) couldn’t tame his mane. Like, it was actually impossible to do anything about it, and that was the way he liked it
  • He could fly a broomstick immediately after he began walking, and while he tended to be a klutz on the ground, he was graceful as heck in the air
  • Like I said above, he was a klutz. He was known for tripping over absolutely nothing. At first, no one thought he could be a Quidditch player. But then they saw him fly.
  • He was so disappointed that first years weren’t allowed on the team.
  • Definitely tried to smuggle his broomstick in, earning James his first in a long series of detentions.
  • Made Chaser in his 2nd year, made Captain in his 5th.
  • Set record for most goals scored in a single game at Hogwarts. It still stands, though Ginny Weasley missed it by one goal during a practice session.
  • Recruited for Puddlemere United, but turned it down for a chance at becoming an Auror.
  • Was introduced to the Beatles by Remus, and had an affinity for Muggle music ever since.
  • Took ridiculously long bubble baths (idk where that came from)
  • ADHD??? Maybe???
  • Would defend those he loved to the death. He was always willing to hex a Slytherin who would make a jibe at Sirius, or trip someone who made fun of Remus for his scars.
  • Had no hesitation on giving a waterlogged, disowned Sirius a place in his home and family
  • Always Sirius’s brother in everything but blood
  • He was the first to accept Remus’s lycanthropy.
  • He never quite understood how people could be prejudiced. Goodness and acceptance came quite naturally to him.
  • He had a crush on Lily from 4th year, but began truly falling in love with her late into his 6th year.
  • He proposed to Lily the day before they left Hogwarts in 7th year.
  • The wedding was on the first day of autumn, when the leaves matched the color of Lily’s hair
  • He was a cat person. Understandably, he never told Sirius this
  • His eyes were a very light brown that looked oddly pale in the sunlight.
  • He broke his glasses almost twice a week routinely before coming to Hogwarts. His mother had always tried to charm them into being unbreakable, but she would be laughing too hard to do it. Those who did succeed in doing it were puzzled as to how the charm always wore off.
  • The minute he met Sirius, he thought that he had to be friends with him
  • Lily did not hate him in the beginning. She actually thought he was quite nice…until he charmed Snape’s nose to grow and grow. It took three professors to remove the charm.
  • From then on, McGonagall knew he was a student to watch.
  • James was a Transfiguration prodigy of sorts. He was always one of the firsts to master a spell, and McGonagall would always recommend Transfiguration studies and books for him to read.
  • He had a basic understanding of Latin, stemming from him studying the language the summer before 4th year since he knew it would help him for the Animagus incantations.
  • He tried to always include Peter, and would be the first to help him out with something tough. Much to Sirius’s annoyance, he would hold up the Animagus work so Peter, with his help, could catch up with them.
  • James was the most talkative boy you’d ever meet.
  • When he received his Head Boy badge, he knew that he had to prove himself worth of it, and dramatically reduced the amount of harmful pranks he pulled.
  • When Dumbledore offered him a position in the Order of the Phoenix, he didn’t even stop to think, and accepted immediately.
  • He was an Auror, but stepped down in order to go into hiding.
  • As he stared down a wand he knew would kill him, his final thoughts were ones of hope. Hopes that Lily and Harry would live and be happy.

Well, that was scattered. I didn’t even know I headcanoned most of that until I typed it. Thanks for reading, and happy bday Prongs!

Studying late

Draco popped another brown pill in his mouth. They probably didn’t work at all, but it was the idea that counted. He still had four essays to finish before nine the next morning. Fucking panic attacks ruining his entire schedule, he’d been wide awake during his useless classes and out cold while he could have been studying.

“You can’t take too many of those, they give you heart palpitations.” Draco wasn’t even awake enough to register who’d spoken.

“A heart attack sounds like the next best this since donuts at the moment, so if you don’t mind… ” He went for the bottle again to take an extra pill, just because he could. A way to stress his words without facial expressions since his sleep deprived brain had no idea how those worked anymore.

A hand slapped his reaching arm away. It lay useless on his desk after that, how muscles worked had been deleted from his mind as well, apparently.

“You’re going to overdose Malfoy. Seriously, cut it out.”

“I fucking do what I like you dick. ’S not like anyone cares if I live or die or anything.”

“I care. I am stopping you right now from getting a heart attack, isn’t that enough?” It annoyed Draco that he knew the voice but could neither put a name to it nor turn his head in order to look. His eyes seemed glued to the transfiguration book open in front of him.

“If you truly cared about me you’d blow my fucking brains out, they don’t seem to be working anymore anyway.”

“Blow you, sure. But I think your brain needs a proper night’s rest in order to function again. Not a bullet.”

“Nope, I definitely prefer the bullet.” Draco tried to lift his head again. The movement seemed to go in reverse, the ground was suddenly approaching very fast. Vaguely he registered that he didn’t crack his skull open on the hard tiles of the library, because someone was holding him back.

Soon after the light behind his eyes went out and he took no notice of the person who’d caught him and after that carried him to madam Pomfrey. Whoever this person was, was a surprise for the following morning.

This is what happens when I take cafeine pills…