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George Weasley x reader with prompt 76 from the 100 prompts list with George saying it to the reader right before the battle of Hogwarts and they get separated during the battle but find each other when it’s over and PLEASE DON’T MAKE FRED DIE. Thx!

I Thought I’d Lost You

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You were sat with Luna when Neville came through the portrait announcing he had a surprise, you turned to Luna raising an eyebrow in question before looking back to see Harry Potter stood before you all. Immediately everyone was on their feet, welcoming him back before he told you all he was looking for something, the only problem; he didn’t know what he was looking for or where it was. Luna mentioned the lost diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw but that wasn’t possible, the thing had been lost for centuries, nobody who was alive today had seen it. That thought lasted half a second until you realised that nothing is impossible, Fred and George taught you that much. When Ginny ran in announcing Snape’s discovery you all turned to Harry before he told you his plan.

You stood in your houses line as Snape spoke, slow and calculated, trying your hardest not to fidget as you waited for Harry. Hopefully Remus and the Order would be here soon, tensions were rising and it was only a matter of time before Voldemort struck.

“I invite them to step forward…now.” Snape finished, the hall stayed quiet for a few moments before Harry stepped out of line and began to confront Snape. Gasps and murmurs could be heard from around the room as he began talking.

“It seems that despite your exhaustive defensive strategies, you still have a bit of a security problem, headmaster.” With that the halls to the Grand Hall opened and in walked the Order of the Phoenix. Your eyes immediately settled on George who was scanning the room before he found you, ‘you okay?’ He mouthed and you nodded back slightly, not taking your eyes off him.

“How dare you stand where he stood?” You heard Harry begin, students had moved to accommodate the Order’s entrance and you took this as your chance to edge closer to George. “Tell then how it happened that night. Tell them how you looked him in the eyes, a man who trusted you, and killed him!” Your head shot around, finally looking away from George as you looked between Snape and Harry. You and many of the students gasped when Snape pulled his wand on Harry, even louder gasps could be heard when Professor McGonagall pushed Harry aside, her own wand trained on Snape as everyone stepped back, giving her room. You watched as Snape faltered before edging further back, a few rows from George. His eyes flickered from you to Snape, his own wand raised. You watched in amazement as McGonagall fired spell after spell at Snape until he retreated. Once he was gone, and McGonagall lit the castle up, you ran to George who wrapped his arms tightly around you. He started mumbling calming words into your hair, rubbing your back as you relaxed into him.

The celebration was cut short as you heard girls begin to scream before you heard Voldemort himself. You gripped onto George as Voldemort tried to convince you all to give him Harry in favour of not being killed and not having your home be destroyed. You glared at Pansy as she tried to get someone to grab him as you joined the circle that had formed around Harry, George’s arms still wrapped around you.

The hallways were filled with people running around, you could understand the panic but right now it wasn’t helping. You heard Professor McGonagall securing the castle when George grabbed your hand, pulling you along with him. Looking out the window as he pulled you, you saw the protection spells settling over Hogwarts and watched the spells Voldemort sent to destroy it. You breathing began to stutter slightly but your outer appearance remained calm.

“Stay with me, ok?” George said as he pulled you along to follow Kingsley, Remus and Fred. You brushed past Remus and Kingsley as George led you further into the castle. Once you three had got to the part of the castle you were to secure George let go off you, leaning against the wall with Fred.

“You okay, Freddie?” He asked, no trace of his usual humour when talking to his twin.

“Yeah.” Fred told him, not sounding very convincing but you couldn’t blame him. You felt terrified and stayed with you back pressed to the wall, a few steps behind the twins.

“Me too.” George told him, a smile on his face, drawing one from Fred. Always trying to stay strong for the other. They were good at that, putting up a strong front.

“Y/N?” George asked, turning to look at you.

“I’m good.” You told them, same amount of conviction in your voice as Fred causing George to smile at you. You tried your best to return it but struggled. He saw your eyes were wet, you were doing your best to contain your emotions but once he pulled you into his arms, a few tears slid down your face. “Don’t worry,” he whispered, “it’s going to be over soon.” You pulled out of the hug, seeing his eyes were glazed over, and pulled him into a breathtakingly, hard kiss. It was messy but you just needed to do it in case, in case- you couldn’t even finish the thought. Tears were freely rolling down your face as you pulled back, lips red and swollen as you whispered against them, “I love you George.” He didn’t tell you off for making it sound like goodbye, instead he pulled you in for a softer kiss before pulling back completely, “I love you too. Y/N.”

You heard someone shouting for help, no one else seemed to be around, preferring the bit of safety inside the castle provided them. You looked at George, a demand on his lips for you to stay but before he could say anything you were running towards the screaming, wand out and ready. “Y/N!” You heard him shout but knew you had to do something to help.

You helped the first year, getting her to a group of older students before you found yourself on the balcony of one of the floors, looking out at the quidditch pitch that was being engulfed by fire. You took a deep, not very calming, breath before you prepared yourself for what was to come.

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Watching with wide, watery eyes as Voldemort’s army tore into the protections around Hogwarts, you prayed that George was going to be ok. You prayed that it’d be quick. From your position you could see Remus and hoped he’d be OK, you knew he had just had a kid. Merlin, how was any of this happening?

You watched in horror as Voldemort’s army stormed into Hogwarts, a large part of you wanted to hide away. Wanted to find George and hide under a blanket with him like you did whenever either of you were scared or had a nightmare. This was the biggest nightmare you were experiencing and yet you knew you wouldn’t be waking up. You knew you had to fight though it wasn’t your war, wasn’t even your battle, but you knew you had to fight. His army made the protections around Hogwarts seem like nothing as they easily tore through, you heard McGonagall shouting from someone below your position for everyone to get back inside and let out a deep breath. Merlin, you wished you’d stayed with Fred and George.

You let out a gasp as a death eater appeared beside you and ducked out of the way of one of his spells, quickly you shot back your own, thankful for the extra Defence lessons. By the time you’d dealt with the death eater, two more had appeared next to you, one shot a spell that sent a huge cut across your leg whilst you quickly disarmed and petrified the other. You duelled with the second death eater, trying to ignore the sting in your leg when she fell to the floor, your looked up and saw Mr Weasley. You gave him a quick smile. He turned back and ran towards Kingsley as you fired off a ‘stupefy’ towards an unsuspecting death eater. You quickly dodged out of the way of falling brick, backing into a death eater, you let out a groan as you began duelling. You looked at the wall next to the death eater and raised a brow, the school was falling apart anyway, might as well get to blow something up.

“Bombarda Maxima!” You shout and watch the wall crush the death eater. “Ow.” You murmured as you were thrown back, landing on your cut leg. Your hand shot to your head, ignoring the trace of blood as you listen to Voldemort call back his army, “I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat.” You heard his threats as you shakily stood and made your way back to the main quarter of the castle, leaning heavily on the wall as you did.

Your eyes widen as you look around at the destruction that had been caused, you took in the countless dead bodies and injured students and teachers before your eyes settled on one family in particular. “No.” You murmured, your legs refusing to work as you saw Fred laying, unmoving, on the floor. You watched George move out of Mr Weasley’s hold to throw his arms around Ron.

“Ge-George.”  You managed to choke out. He turned to you, tears running down his face and let out a breath as he ran towards you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. “I-is he, George, is he-” You couldn’t even bare to say the words. “He needs a healer. He’s alive, but he’s-” here George paused to let out a sob, “Y/N, I don’t know if he’s gonna make it.” Over his shoulder you saw a nurse you didn’t recognise settle down next to Fred and pulled her wand out getting to work. “He’s gonna be ok, Georgie, he’s gonna be fine.” You whispered into his neck, hands running through his hair. “I’m so frightened. I’m so bloody scared.” He whispered to you and you just held him tighter because there were no words in the entire English language that you could say to make anything better.

The pair of you moved to sit next to the family, Ron having excused himself but you knew he played an important role in this too, knew information Harry had entrusted him with. You sat holding George’s hand, his grip on you bruising but you didn’t mind. Tears ran down your face as you stared at Fred, George’s head resting on yours as you watched the healer move her wand rapidly. No words were exchanged between the Weasley clan as they all looked on.

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When you see everyone leaving the hall you stood, George following too even though it was clear all he wanted to do was stay and look over his brother. You gasp and cling to George as you see Voldemort’s army walk into the courtyard, or what was left of it.

“Who is that Hagrid’s carrying?” You heard Ginny ask, your eyes darting over to Hagrid large frame before you let out a choked gasp, eyes widening when you realise just who it is.

“Harry Potter…is dead.” Your heart aches at the words, tears appearing in your eyes. Ginny dove forward, Mr Weasley grabbing her before Voldemort got to her. “Harry Potter is dead.” Voldemort confirmed. You looked around at the sea of faces all with disbelief written on them. “Harry Potter is dead!” Voldemort yells again, gaining a laugh from his followers, several sobs could be heard from around you. George nudged you as Neville stepped forward, your eyes squinting as he stopped before Voldemort.

“We lost Harry tonight. But he’s still with us, in here. All of them are. They didn’t die in vain. But you will because you’re wrong.” After his speech he pulled the sword of Gryffindor out of the hat, causing a few people to let out a gasp. You let out a cheer when you saw Harry push his way out of Hagrid’s arms. Laughed at Voldermort’s fear. George tugged you into the castle and wrapped you in his arms, you looked and saw Fred was missing, turning to look at George he whispered that Fred had been taken to Saint Mungos. You watched wide-eyed as Mrs Weasley killed Bellatrix, George kissing your head.

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Not long after it was announced that Harry had, finally, killed Voldemort, you and the Weasley Clan, plus Harry and Hermione, sat in the waiting room of Saint Mungo’s waiting for any news about Fred. Up until now you’d ignored the pain in your leg, your pain didn’t seem much considering you were sat waiting to see if your best friend was going to live or die, but as you pulled your pants leg up George gasped at you, attracting the attention of his family.

“Y/N, why didn’t you mention anything?” The cut of your leg was deep, really deep. When a nurse was called over she was shocked you hadn’t passed out from blood loss yet, guess adrenaline really did help when you were in pain. As the nurse healed it you leaned your head on George’s shoulder and shut your eyes. The next time you opened them was when George shook you awake, your leg healed, and a wide grin on his face.

“Fred’s alive! C’mon, c’mon, let’s go!” He pulled you up and into Fred’s room, where a pale Fred sat upright drinking potions a tired looking nurse gave him. When he saw you two in the room he grinned and started asking you both hundreds of questions which you answered, the humour that had been drained from them now back in full swing, even if Fred was weak and going to be stuck on bed rest for a few weeks.

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“Now that Fred’s home and feeling better,” Mrs Weasley began, “let’s make the most of the holidays before we begin working on Hogwarts so that you can go back and have one normal year.” Everyone around the table grinned and clinked their glasses together before digging in.  

It had taken a few weeks but Fred was back home. Things were finally looking up for everybody, you and George had been going to Hogwarts, along with most other members of the family, to see where you could help. A proper team was being put together so it was organised and rebuilt faster and more efficiently. You had all attended funerals and spent many days not moving from the house, trying to come to terms with everything. There were bad days but after everything that was witnessed, who was surprised.

After you had eaten everyone moved to the garden. The entire Weasley family was here, even Charlie who was so cool and would talk about dragons with you all day. Staring at the setting sun you looked over at George and pressed a kiss to his lips, he smiled and deepened the kiss before pulling away. You looked at his face and saw he was deep in thought before he jumped up shouting a “be right back” over his shoulder before running upstairs. You looked towards Fred with a questioning look, but he just grinned at you before you shrugged to yourself and joining back in with the group.

Five minuets or so later, George came back down the stairs looking nervous and red. You raised a brow at him wondering just what he was planning, he grinned at you before coming over and standing in front of you.

“Hey,” He laughed nervously, “so, Merlin this is awkward. I love you so much and after everything that’s happened recently its really put things into prospective for me and I want you in my life, always. I can’t picture a life without you in it,” at this point everyone’s attention was on the two of you, “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I love you Y/N Y/L/N so would you do be the honour of marrying me?” Your eyes filled with tears, honestly all you had done since the beginning of the battle is cry, at least this time it was happy tears. Your lack of response caused George’s grin to falter but you were quickly standing up and throwing your arms around him, leaning upwards to kiss him. He immediately responded back just as eagerly until you were pulled apart by Fred clearing his throat. “You know if you marry him, I’m a package deal?” He asked causing you to laugh and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Is that a yes?” George asked, a ring held between his fingers. “Merlin’s beard! Of course it’s a yes, you idiot!” You laughed before pulling him into another kiss as everyone around you cheered.

Sucker for You

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Requested - anon ~ hii,can you do a James Potter x reader with sucker by the jonas brothers where the marauders always say that y/n has james in the palm of her hands and he doesn’t agree,until one day they fight and james realises that he really is a sucker for you,please? thank u❤

James Potter knew there was something about you from the moment he met you. He still remembered the shy first year he’d saw huddled in the corner of the library with a book, a small crease in between your eyebrows as you struggled to understand something in the Transfiguration's textbook. Upon offering you help, James had discovered you were a muggle-born witch who’d only recently discovered the world of magic.

Now he looked at you, sat across from him in the Great Hall laughing loudly as Sirius relayed a prank they’d played on one of the older Slytherin boys. You were so focused on the story that you missed the way James looked at you, Remus however saw it and couldn’t help but smile at his friend. He had that love sick look about him, wide eyes like he couldn’t believe you were actually his and a small grin played on his face.

At first Remus and Sirius had been protective over James, his feelings for you had developed in third year and he’d done everything he could to please you. Sirius often told him that you had him in the palm of your hand but James shook him off each time, he wanted to do things for you, you weren’t making him. It was just some nice tokens of affection.

He’d gone out of his way to buy you things, help you with homework, follow you around, carry your bags, said yes to things you wanted to do even if he wouldn’t normally want to do it. You had tried to poliety get him to stop, or at least ease up, on the over affectionate behaviour and eventually he had. It had taken some growing up, silent treatments from you and words of wisdom from the other Marauders but James felt he wasn’t so over the top.

Others thought differently. Whilst people thought you went together perfectly it was still glaringly obvious that James was firmly in the palm of your hand. You knew it as well but tried not to take advantage of the way James chose to show his affection and feelings for you.

When you got up to leave the table, leaning over to give James a soft kiss before standing, James’ eyes followed you as you left, the soft glint never leaving.

“Prongsy, Y/N really has you in the palm of her hand.” James rolled his eyes as he turned to look at Sirius, throwing a chip across the table that hit him in the face. Remus rolled his eyes as Sirius retaliated but couldn’t help but think Sirius was right.

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One of the downside to James’ way of showing affection was that he got jealous easily. It was one of the few things that you dislike about it. Understandably jealously was a common trait in many relationships but when it came to your relationship with James it was very prominent. You’d made some comments about the jealousy but had never really sat down and talked to him about it.

You had been talking to a Slytherin boy in the year above you, Oswald Jefferson, about some tutoring in potions. With exams coming up shortly you thought it’d be in your best interest to go and get a little extra help in the subject you were least confident in. He’d readily agreed to help you, thankfully one of the nicer Slytherin.

You were going over the theory side of things that you’d have to know before your exam, already you had spent a lot of time in the lab with him after Slughorn had allowed it. Oswald was quizzing you and you felt surprisingly confident. Thankfully the study sessions weren’t as dull or awkward as you’d thought they would be, instead you ended up laughing as you answered another question, missing the way James glared from across the library.

“Come on mate, it’s Y/N. Nothing is happening over there other than her stressing over passing these exams.” James let out a scoff, not even looking at Sirius as he kept glaring.

“Sirius is right James. You know Y/N, she loves you as much as you love her. You’re just being ridiculous.” That caused James to snap his head around to glare at his two friends.

“Ridiculous?! She’s the one over there with some Slytherin! Always flirting with other guys like she’s not got a boyfriend, I mean seriously would it kill her to act like she was in a relationship!”

“James-” Sirius tried to interrupt him but he continued.

“No, Sirius. I mean I don’t even know why I bother some days. I put so much bloody energy into our relationship and she goes running to any old Slytherin. And don’t even get me started on-”

“James!” Remus shocked him by raising his voice which caused him to pause in his rant. He saw that neither of them were looking at him but more specifically something over his shoulder. His brows knitted together as he turned around, face falling as he saw you stood near them with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N, I-I didn’t, I-” He tried to croak out an apology but you stopped him.

“Save it Potter,” you spat, trying your hardest to keep the tears from falling down your face.”If that’s what you really think about me then we’re through!” You adjusted the strap of your bag, walking out of the library with your head held high, only letting it drop when you entered an empty classroom that looked like it hadn’t been used for a decade or two.

As you sat on the floor, not caring much about the dust that had collected, you finally let the tears fall. Sobs escaped from you as you clutched a hand to your mouth trying to quiet them, thankfully you were in a part of the castle that seemed fairly unused.

James had tried to follow you out of the library but Remus caught his arm before he could and tugged him back into his seat, whilst James had tried to fight the grip Sirius spoke.

“Dude, you messed up big time. Honestly, you’d be lucky if she wanted to talk to you again after this but you’re going to have to give her time.”

James took Sirius’ advice after he tried to talk to you and you completely ignored him, carrying on down the corridor with one of your friends, a smile that felt too fake plastered on your face.

He felt lost. James was so used to being by your side, you helping him with pranks or encouraging him to study and do homework. He was used to falling asleep with you in his arms, the feeling of safety, love and warmth all rolled into one. He was used to waking up and his day instantly being a brilliant one because the first thing he saw was you. He felt like an arse for what he had said, he didn’t mean to get jealous but he knew how many guys wanted you and felt like you were far too good for him and you would realise one day.

James loved you, always had and felt that he always would. There was no doubt in his mind you were the one for him, he’d do anything for you without hesitation. He’d break any rule he had to to make you happy. Without you he really felt lost.

The hurt you felt from hearing James’ words still followed you around daily but you were faring better than James. The smile you wore still felt fake but it was getting easier. You did miss being cuddled up by the fire in the common room together, missed the late nights chats you had when he snuck you both out of the castle to watch the stars, missed the mischief you helped caused, the dates you would have both in the castle and at Hogsmeade.

You only needed him to apologise and promise that you’d both work on your communication skills and you both could have what you wanted.

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James and you had been broken up for four months when he finally approached you. You were sat alone in a quiet corner of The Three Broomsticks with a warm cup of butterbeer wrapped in your hands to help fight the winter chill. The quiet was interrupted when someone cleared their throat causing you to turn and lock eyes with James.

“Hey.” He said hesitantly, hands fidgeting with one another as he looked at you shyly.

“Hi.” You replied, eyebrows raised in question to see where this would end up.

“Can, uh, I, can I join you?” The nerves he felt were written all over him, you took pity and nodded, gesturing to the seat opposite you. Once he sat down an awkward air settled around the pair of you.

“Listen, I know this is four months too late but I had to say it before there wasn’t a chance to. I’m sorry about what I said. None of it was true, I was just a jerk who let jealously take control. It’s just, you’re way too good for someone like me and, you know, I was scared you’d realise it and leave me. I know you were never flirting with other guys though, you’re just a nice person to everyone. What I’m trying to say is I really am sorry and I understand if you don’t have feelings for me anymore, Hell I’m not expecting us to go back to normal if you do it’s just that-” You let James ramble, knowing it was better to just let him run his course and decipher what you could from it but you drew the line when he started repeating himself frequently.

“James,” you interrupted gently, immediately he stopped talking, resembling a puppy who had just been called and was now giving its owner its full attention. You couldn’t stop the small smile that made its way on to your face. “I accept your apology, ok, and yes I still want to be with you but it’s not gonna be how it was before. We’ve got to talk about things, if your jealous just come to me. If we have a problem, we talk to each other.” James nodded along to everything you were saying, he knew things had to change so you were both happy.

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You and your boys had graduated from Hogwarts, all passing with grades that would benefit you. You had gotten a job in your dream field, ready to work your way up to the top whilst James and Sirius got accepted for the Aurror Program.

James had taken you to look around some of the properties that were left to him and one of them caught your eye. It was a beautiful cottage that had a breathing view, the house elves had done an amazing job tending to the gardens all these years. James and you had moved in together and were happier than ever.

Two years into living together, James took you out on your anniversary and popped the question.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you gave me another chance and we get to live our lives together. Being with you has made me a happier man and the thought of being without you hurts like hell. Remus and Sirius like to say you have me in the palm of your hand and I’ve always denied it but looking back now you really do but I don’t think it’s a bad thing. Y/F/N Y/L/N, I’m a sucker for you. Will you do me the honour of marry me?”

You’d said yes. Of course you had and you had the rest of yours lives to be suckers for the other.

Making the Change From Friends to Lovers

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In your defence you hadn’t meant to drink so much. It was only meant to be a few drinks in the common room to celebrate winning the quidditch match and somehow you had ended up on the field outside of Hogwarts staring up at the sky, watching the clouds pass. Admittedly, drinking so much wasn’t your best idea.

The shots also weren’t the best idea either.

You sat up quickly, too quickly, causing your head to spin. You just giggled as you rolled you head around, spotting a blonde headed figure not too far from you.

“Draco!” You yelled happily as you stood up, albeit clumsily. You watched as his head snapped in your direction and he made his way over to you.

You’d known Draco since first year but hadn’t gotten along too great then but in second year Professor Snape assigned him to help you in potions and from then on the pair of you got along famously.

That friendship also came with the added bonus of having a crush on the Malfoy heir. It was easy to deal with most of the time, even with Parkinson rubbing herself against Draco constantly. Still having a crush on the guy who only saw you as a best friend had its difficult moments.

“Y/N?” Draco questioned as he got closer to you, practically catching you as you hugged him, it was more of a fall really. “Are you...drunk?” He asked.

“Celebrations were happening, Draco, just cause you wanted to make potions or whatever with Snape doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t have fun.” You giggled against his chest.

“Yes, seems like you’ve had all the fun.” Draco drawled, moving so his arm was around your waist as he tried to lead you back to the castle.

“No!” You protested, moving out of his arms and plopping down onto the grass. “I want to stay here, look it’s so pretty.” The lake was glistening in the distance, the sky was blue with soft white clouds passing by and the grass was decorated with an array of coloured flowers.

Draco just laughed as he sat down next to you.

He liked you too, of course he did, how could he not? You were smart, beautiful, kind. The list really went on. He struggled with his crush on you, knowing his father would not approve of a relationship with a half blood and, sure, maybe once upon a time Draco would have never contemplated a relationship with anyone but a pureblood but he really liked you.

He’d spoken to his godfather about it many times, knowing the man was perhaps one of the few people who wouldn’t tell his father. Severus hardly offered advice, claiming he didn’t involve himself with school boy crushes, but he had told Draco to do what he wanted, not what his father expected. He told him he’d regret it if he didn’t at least take a chance. That conversation had been exactly what Draco had needed and he came up with a plan to ask you out. It wasn’t overly complicated, he was just going to invite you to go with him to the next Hogsmeade trip, have a meal, walk around a little and then at the end of it, if things went well, he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend.

It was a great plan. Too bad they never work out.

You rested your head on Draco’s shoulder, sitting so you were pressed against him. He looked down at you and smiled, he really wanted you to be his. Since fourth year he had known he’d liked you but at that age girls were still gross, it was only part way through fifth year were he realised he really wanted to be with you.

“What were you doing anyway?” You asked, closing your eyes as you rested against him.

“I was with Severus.” He said confirming your earlier statement quietly, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere. “He was going over the career guidance information.”

“You should do potions, maybe teach? I dunno, you’re good at teaching the younger kids.” You mumbled, giggling at the memories of Draco surrounded by a cluster of first and second year who were lost in potions.

“It’s something I could see myself doing, but father would expect me to work for the ministry.” He told you causing you to sit up and roll your eyes.

“Lucius is a dick.” You slurred causing Draco to roll his eyes fondly, the adoring smile never leaving, he’d heard this speech many times, all different topics coming to the same conclusion of ‘Lucius is a dick’. If it were anyone else tarnishing his father’s reputation, he would have argued but with you the things he could say was…

“God, I really want to kiss you.” Shocking himself as he did.

“Wait, insulting your dad was all it took? But I do that all the time.” You pouted causing Draco’s eyes to widen - did you like him too then?

He risked everything with you as he leaned forward but didn’t have to worry for too long as you leaned forward and met him halfway, pressing your lips together. It was so much more than both of you had imagined. Draco’s hand came up to cup your cheek as one of yours found its way into his hair.

“Well that wasn’t how I’d planned to confess, I’ll admit.” Draco laughed breathlessly as he rested his forehead on yours after the two of you had pulled away.

“You’d planned this?” You asked, soft smile on your face as you continued to play with his hair.

“I was going to take you to dinner in Hogsmeade then ask you to be my girlfriend.” His smile turned sheepish; his pale face coloured slightly.

“Well in that case, yes to the dinner and yes I’ll be your girlfriend.” You told him before pulling him into another kiss.

“You’re drunk, what are the chances of remembering this?” He asked, chasing your lips after he had.

“I think I sobered up pretty quick when the guy I liked admitted he liked me too.” You said causing both of you to laugh.

Dinner at Hogsmeade was a delightful affair, candles created a romantic atmosphere and the two of you discovered that the transition from friends to partners wasn’t actually all that strange and you got to skip the awkward first date phase.

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Hi! Could you do prompt 22? With the golden trio x reader? Something kinda angsty? Thanks!

prompt 22: “this isn’t goodbye.”

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the battle of hogwarts raged around you, screams tearing from every direction as you ran desperately through the corridors, stopping only to assist a student in need if you saw one. you had to find them. despite your aching body, you were not going to give up until you knew they were still alive.

the people you were looking for were none other than your best friends, hermione granger, ron weasley and harry potter. you hadn’t even had a chance to see them before everything erupted into chaos, because you took the liberty of escorting students unable to fight to safety. 

in hindsight, it seemed like a good idea, making sure they were safe was crucial - though you wished you’d at least had a chance to speak to them, to wish them luck.

now here you were, searching every inch of the castle, desperate to find your friends. you knew them well - if it came down to it, which seemingly, it was about to - they would risk everything to keep the people they cared about safe. especially harry. 

voldemort had just demanded harry to see him on his own. should it have been any one, you were sure they would’ve had some sense and declined. unfortunately, it was harry james potter, who was anything but selfish.

you were on the verge of giving up when you saw a spell fly past you, catching your attention. you snapped your head in the direction of the wizard, only to see a death eater about to attack you again. you quickly shouted “protego!” and blocked his spell, launching into a duel with the man behind the mask. 

you shot spells back and forth, though your exhaustion was becoming clear, and your attacks were slowing with each passing spell.

suddenly, you heard a familiar voice cry out. “stupefy!” and your attacker was sent flying. you whipped around as a relieved smile overtook your features as you took off towards your best friend, quickly engulfing him in a hug, which he returned instantly.

“you’re alive.” you whispered, pulling back to look him up and down, seeing minimal scratches on his body. relief washed over you as you saw hermione and ron round the corner shortly after, and you gratefully threw your arms around the two of them, a small tear escaping your eyes. 

“i thought you were dead.” you spoke truthfully, glancing from them to harry. they all smiled sadly, despite everything- at least you were all safe.

harry looked over his friends, scanning their faces before he frowned deeply. “i have to go.” he spoke, catching their attention. you all began to argue, but he held up a hand, silencing you. “i have to do this. he wants me.” you all shared disapproving looks, though you knew deep down, harry wasn’t changing his mind.

you ran back over to your best friend, pulling him into another hug. you were probably suffocating him with how tight you held him, but at that moment, neither of you cared. you felt hermione and ron engulf you both, and you all stood silently for a moment, no one speaking. harry eventually pulled back, and looked over all of you, before swallowing thickly, and turning away.

“wait! harry!” you called, and he turned, though you knew it was painful for him to walk away. “this isn’t goodbye.” you stated, and he forced a smile, nodding.

“this isn’t goodbye.” he repeated, and with one last look at the lot of you, he walked off, ready to finish this war. whatever it took.

— lost time | ron weasley

+ ron weasley x witch!reader

boy, the lack of ron fics on here is saddening. my goofy king is so under-rated so i just had to write someting. this is purely self-indulgent because i'm obsessed with auror!ron and miss hogwarts. can you imagine dancing with ron in auror robes? swoon.

tags: fluff, getting-together, aged up/adults, after hogwarts

You're not sure how long you've been staring. It might have been an embarrassing amount of time — if you cared to check.

Time has been good to him. He is taller than you remember, lankier than ever, cheeks hollowing out and accentuating his strong, angled jaw. He's dressed in Auror robes no doubt, the thick black material cutting into the pale, freckled flesh and contrasting tastefully with his fiery red hair.

You spot Harry Potter beside him, who, to no one's surprise, is surrounded by a swarm of people as Ron snickers at him from the edges of the group. Harry throws him a disgruntled look. Their boyish tendencies make you smile, as your mind's eye turns back in time, to your years at Hogwarts.

While most people in your year had been obsessing over the Boy who Lived, you had had your eyes set out for his best friend. He had been, after all, your then closest friend's brother. But nothing had ever happened except for him once borrowing a quill from you and then he was someone else's.

And now, years later, there's just a small flutter in your heart at the sight of him. The dysrhythmia induced by a school girl crush has long disappeared but he's plenty handsome and that is hard to ignore.

"If you'd like me to introduce you, you need only say the word," Ginny's voice stirs you out of your daze.

You blush, tearing your gaze away from the red-head and look at the witch beside you. There's an all too familiar glint in her eyes that makes you frown. You had already caught up with each other several minutes ago, delighted at finally being able to meet each other at this Hogwarts Reunion, which was otherwise impossible because of your busy schedules.

"It's Harry you should be worried about," you retort, gesturing at the sea of innumerable witches he has now disappeared amidst.

"Ron's not seeing anyone at the moment," Ginny notes nonchalantly and you almost choke on your drink.

"It was a school crush, Ginevra," you mutter, but your words sound hollow to yourself as you watch Ron Weasley tilt his head back and laugh at something Luna Lovegood had just said.

"If only you had told me before year seven...," she mumbles, trailing off into her own thought. Only when Harry, Ron and Hermione had famously left their last year at Hogwarts to go on a quest to save the world (a story that was now a bed time tale for the new generation of wizards and witches) did you confess to Ginny that you had had an unrequited crush on her brother. But then the world almost ended, lives were lost and you lost touch with your only link to the Weasleys.

"If only. Too bad a dark, evil wizard was trying to kill us all," you mutter and Ginny throws you a look.

"You're actually perfect for Ron, you know," she remarks and you sigh, sipping the last of the enchanted beer.

"Why are you trying to play cupid, anyway? Do you not have people to meet? Hear Slughorn's looking for you," you say, in a vain effort to change the subject.

"He was?" Ginny asks, suddenly perking up and looking around with a troubled expression.

"If he asks for me again, I was never here," she whispers, slinking off into the crowd and out of sight.

Finally managing to shake off the flaming presence of one, adamant Weasley, you weave your way towards the bar. You order another round of the butter beer and look off to your left and back, only to find yourself standing beside... Ron Weasley himself.

"Hi," you say, a little out of breath, having been caught like a deer in headlights. He looks shocked too, not expecting someone to ambush him at the bar counter.

"I'm Y/N L/N," you add, trying to compose yourself and smile awkwardly.

"Oh...Y/N...?" his expression remains blank.

"Ginny and I used to be close...," you say, trying hard not to let the disappointment shine through in your voice.

"Ahh," Ron mumbles looking away and you're not convinced that means anything to him.

You wish the ground would open and swallow you whole. You're about to make a run for it and apparate, to save yourself from the embarrassment, when Ron speaks up.

"You wouldn't happen to be the girl who set Dean and Ginny up back then, did you?" he asks, as he gestures for the bar tender - Mrs. Rosmerta's son you've learnt.

You frown. "No, I don't think that was me. Why?" you ask, curious.

"Oh they were trouble, don't know why anybody thought they were a good idea," he mutters and you chuckle.

"'Suppose it's better having your best friend date your sister," you note, grateful for an excuse to keep the conversation going.

Ron turns towards you. "You'd think. But every time he's home, she takes up all his bloody time," he murmurs, so very sincerely, that you can't help but laugh.

"Don't tell him I said that though," he says, turning his head to look at Harry in the crowd who has finally managed to find his way to his old friends. "Don't need his head getting any bigger."

You grin. "I doubt it'll ever come up but I'll keep it in mind," you chirp, pausing to take a sip of the drink hat the bar-tender's handed to you.

You fall into easy conversation then, the awkwardness disappearing as Ron's smile gets wider and you start feeling more relaxed. He's sitting much closer to you now, drink in hand, smelling slightly like an old comforter and toothpaste and you're so happy, you've forgotten your drink beside you.

"We had a good run here," Ron is saying. He looks up and around him, at the adorned walls of the Great Hall and you nod.

"She's still so beautiful," you murmur, looking at the ceiling that has been bewitched to twinkle like with sky with stars today.

Ron sighs, wistfully. "Merlin, I miss Hogwarts."

"What do you miss the most?"

"Everything, you know, the food, the teachers, these halls, the dormitories. Blimey, even the classes, the girls—"

"What was so bad about the girls?" you ask, pretending to be offended and Ron's ears turn red.

"No, hell, I mean, it was so difficult to talk to girls back then.... but I'd take that over what I have going on right now."

He looks at you sheepishly, running a hand through his hair.

You frown at him.

"What do you mean?"

"What with work and everything, you know, there's no time," he admits, sighing.

"I'm sure any witch would make time for a wizard like you," you muse, eyes twinkling.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron echoes, quirking an eyebrow at you but there's a playfulness to his tone.

"I mean— you're an Auror— a great, distinctly famous wizard— and a good man from what I've heard," you say, as the red-head's eyebrows shoot up higher.

"And you're gorgeous," you add after a beat, not quite looking at him but Ron turns crimson. It's bold, for your standards and you decide to blame the beer.

"It's not that easy you know," he says after a moment, clearing his throat.

You look back at him through your eyelashes. There's a new shine in his eyes, a little pucker at the corner of his lips that makes your heart beat a little faster.

You're in the mood to play, so you lean over. "Oh, it's not? Do tell..."

"Well, I've been sat here twenty minutes," he says, leaning closer, voice dropping low, "...trying to rack up the nerve to ask a witch out for a dance and been failing spectacularly so far."

A shiver travels down your back and you tongue the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning. "Maybe try now?"

Ron suppresses a grin.

"Do you...," he's turned a slight shade of pink and you can't help but smile.

"Do you reckon you'd like to dance with me?" he asks, running a hand through his hair, tousling it and you have a mad urge to smooth it out but resist. There's a blush tinting his cheeks but the bashful grin on his face makes your cheeks heat up.

"I'd like that," you whisper as Ron stands up and bows before you, extending his hand.

You weave through a large part of the crowd hand in hand, to a somewhat empty space is the middle and Ron pulls you close to himself, taking one of your hands in his and placing a gentle one on your waist, taking the lead.

You blush a little, surprised by the charge he takes. You definitely like this cooler, confident Ron with bits of awkwardness and goofiness sprinkled in.

"You're a lot different than I remember," you blurt out, regretting it the minute the words roll off your tongue.

To your surprise, Ron looks amused.

"You have memories from school about me?"

You start swaying to the music, falling quite easily into the step of waltz.

Trapped. "Well...I was one of your sister's closest friends and you were only one of the most famous wizard's best friend," you say quickly, before you can embarrass yourself more by letting out your secret.

The song slows down, as you gently sway to the music, painfully aware of how warm Ron's breath is on your face. The hall is quieter now, the couples swaying silently on the floor as others watch and the gravity of the situation sinks in.

You're dancing with Ron Weasley.

You try to contain the flurry of butterflies erupting in your stomach at the realisation, but it's hard to focus when he's so gently holding you against him. You dance in quiet embrace for the rest of the song, fighting a losing hormonal battle, and just as it segues into something slightly faster, Ron spins you out on one arm.

"I'm sorry I don't remember you from school much," he says softly.

It's nothing— it's a pinch, a paper cut if anything. You already know he doesn't remember you but you can't help the flutter of disappointment in your chest his words.

You roll back into his arm gracefully and look up into his piercing blue eyes.

"Quite a shame really, you'd think I'd not be stupid and remember one of the most beautiful witches I've ever seen," he says, a genuineness in his eyes that makes you falter.

You freeze briefly in your little step, a wave of heat erupting over your chest at his swift words. School-girl-you would've melted into a puddle on the floor at these words, but adult-you knows better and wills your rapidly beating heart to slow down.

"You'd think so," you reply breathily, feigning disappointment and Ron chuckles.

"I'm sorry. You've got to excuse teenage Ron, he was a right git," he says and you can't help but laugh.

"I forgive him," you say. "We were all gits when we were sixteen."

"You know," he pipes again, pulling you away from the center of the floor. The music has turned faster now and by the time he's pulled you to the very edges, the floor is a chaotic flurry of limbs.

"We could make up for lost time."

You quirk up an eyebrow at him, surprised by his forwardness.

"For someone who was struggling to ask me for a dance only minutes ago, you're being awfully direct."

Ron blushes but the grin on his face grows wider.

"Something an old friend told me about letting people know you fancy them when you fancy them," he mumbles and you quirk an amused eyebrow at him.

"You fancy me?"

He smiles sheepishly. "I thought it was obvious," he quips, pulling you closer by your fingers.

"I'd like to get to know you better then," you whisper. Ron smiles down warmly at you, turning your stomach to mush.

"I'd like to get to know you better too," he says, and his smile quickly turns into a smirk.

"Your place or mine?"

i write for harry & ron (and possibly others if inspiration strikes) please send in requests and your thoughts!

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last updated: 23rd january, 2024 newest: evermore latest chapter

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

draco malfoy melt your heart genre: d. malfoy x fem!oc. best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: bullying, violence, kissing, cursing, very bad editing synopsis: as only first years, they know nothing of what's to come. julianna candy thought everything would be normal for her years at hogwarts, but what with meeting draco malfoy, tagging along adventures with harry potter and learning about her parents' history, she couldn't be more wrong. neville longbottom - none yet. george weasley evermore genre: g. weasley x fem!oc. friends to lovers! warnings: none yet. synopsis: if you can't find some common ground with anyone, even with your own twin sister, it can get pretty lonely. it's a good thing for genesis heath that she finds a boy who understands her completely, even with just a few words. ron weasley - none yet.

could you write something please where ron accidently takes a love potion but he doesn't act any different around you than normal so you don't suspect anything until you find out the next day <3 thanks!

This is so freakishly adorable I’ve been melted into a puddle.

You were sat down on the couch at the common room before you felt your boyfriend’s muscly arm slither around your waist.

“Hi.” Was all he said before you looked at him, his face into the biggest smile you’ve seen on his face that’s as red as his hair the tips of his ears a rosey color that complimented his eyes so well.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the gesture but Ron was always that lovey dovey towards you, especially those moods of his when he’s super clingy and clings to you the whole day.

“Hi.” You said back before he rubbed his chin against your shoulder, his eyes looking into yours puppy like with a smiley pout. “Someone’s clingy tonight.” You chuckled as you flipped through the book you were reading. “You smell really good, do you always smell this good?” Ron said in a cheery tone.

“I hope so.” You threw your arm around him before he started squealing softly. “What are you reading?” Ron asked, that cheery tone not leaving his voice which made you feel all soft and fuzzy.

“A muggle book series I’m obsessed with.” You flipped the cover over for him to see before he nodded, looking at the book for a slight second then his eyes were on yours still nodding with a dreamy expression.

“Do you like me?” He asked, his face leaning closer to yours. “Of course I like you, Ron.” You chuckled and ran your fingers through his hair. “Then would you let me kiss you?”

“Ron, you don’t need to ask.”

Ron’s dreamy expression fell for a second before he nodded and kissed you just like how you always liked, your hand in his hair making you drop the book that was in your hand as The loud thud startled him. “Sorry.” You said before kissing him again.

You brought your free hand on one of his arms giving it a light squeeze. “I’m in love with you.” He whispered against your lips before you smiled, your heart racing in your chest. “I love you too, sweet boy.” You kissed his nose before he fell into your embrace, cuddling the whole night with his head on your chest.

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It was the next day as you were getting ready for potions class and grabbing whatever you needed, your head turned to the love potion filled chocolates you made just yesterday and that were hidden under your bed, you only made them to impress slughorn because he surely picked favorites.

You leaned down and grabbed the box, seeing as it was already opened and over three chocolates have been eaten.

You gasped and put it down, immediately remembering how Ron was acting last night you couldn’t help but laugh. Too thankful it was him and not one of your roommates, that would have been awkward.

You took the box to find Ron and ask him.

You found him seated next to Harry, his robes on and ready for class. “Hi, good morning.” You said before ron gave you a sleepy smile.

“Ron, did you eat from this box yesterday?” You said, pulling it up so he can see it. He awkwardly glanced at Harry then at you. “Yes, why?”

“Oh, phew.” You mumbled placing a hand to your chest. Thinking of how differently this would have turned out if it wasn’t Ron who ate from it. “I found it under your bed and it looked too good.. sorry.” Ron continued. “It’s okay, it was love potion chocolates.”

Ron’s face fell. “Blimey, it’s your love potion..right?”

“Yes. I do like it when you’re clingy.” You winked at him and leaned down to peck his lips, walking back to your dorm room leaving him a blushing mess.

— HARRY POTTER

HARRY POTTER

— coming soon!

RON WEASLEY

— coming soon!

HERMIONE GRANGER

— coming soon!

FRED WEASLEY

— skeletons and scares

summary: it’s fred’s mission to scare his girlfriend ever since she told him it was impossible to.

GEORGE WEASLEY

— coming soon!

CEDRIC DIGGORY

— coming soon!

SLYTHERIN BOYS

— enzo, theo, mattheo etc

MARAUDERS ERA

— james, sirius, regulus etc

it’s cold | r.w.

SUMMARY: you and ron head out to an empty parking lot on christmas night

PAIRING(S): modern au! ron weasley x reader

WARNINGS: none really, fluff, excessive amount of giggling lmao

WORD COUNT: 0.3k

A/N: this is my first one-shot on tumblr LMAOO idk how this is gonna do but wish me luck!! / going on the hp master list 

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“Are you sure we’ll be back by then to open presents with our families?” You turned your head to Ron. 

“I assure you, we will be back by then.” Ron smiled brightly while looking at you, nose as red as a reindeer, before tugging his scarf up an inch.

You two walked in an empty parking lot, snow on the ground untouched. 

“’S beautiful, right?”

“Yeah.. I guess so.”

“Look over here, y/n. Perfect spot for snow angels. Why don’t you make one, and we’ll take a picture for s/n?” Ron pointed over to a snowy hill beside a tree. 

You shuffled through the snow to the tree marked land, examining it up and down before spinning around and falling in the snow intentionally. 

You and Ron let out a small giggle as you began swaying your arms and legs back and forth, forming the perfect snow angel. 

After a minute or two, you got up from the ground to stand next to Ron as you inspected your snow angel. 

“Looks a little wonky, lovely.” He sneered as your disposition changed from calm to surprised with sarcastic hurt.

“Oh, shut up” You lightly shoved him and laughed. 

“I’m just joking. It looks decent, hun.” He pulled out his camera from his back pocket to take a picture. 

The camera made a loud ticking noise and shuttered, before spitting out the series of four pictures that Ron captured just seconds ago.

“Pretty,” You uttered in a low, calm tone, leaning on your boyfriends shoulder as you two looked at the photos in unison.

Ron lifted his camera before flipping it and snapping another photo, kissing your cheek when the camera clicked. 

“I didn’t even have time to pose, Ron!” You bantered in a silly manner, looking up at him before you pulled his loose scarf down, kissing him again. 

He laughed, but his smile faded a little. 

“Is there something wrong, Weasley?” 

“I can’t figure what I’d be doing right now if I wasn’t with you, l/n.” 

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nsfw alphabet - r. weasley

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hii babes! im so glad i finally got the time to do a quick nsfw alphabet on one of my fav characters. hope yall enjoy!

-lai

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- hmm.. where do i start with this sweet babe!! he sticks around you after sex, usually grabbing the remote from his side of the nightstand, turning on netflix for the two of you to watch while you drift to sleep < / 333

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- rons' favorite body part of his is most definitely his hands, because he knows you love them too!! ;) also he uses them a lot in bed

i'd say his favorite body part of yours is your torso, he just loves hugging you and holding your waist close to him

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- im gonna take this section as a "where do they cum?" typa scenario. i think he enjoys cumming on your stomach, esp when you too are in missionary and he's pulling out

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he's smelled your underwear while you were on vacation hdhdhd

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like ron has had his fair share of sexual partners in the past, so im gonna say he is fairly experienced on how things work down there.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

either reverse cowgirl or doggy style, he's def the type of guy to enjoy seeing ass bounce fs

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

ron is more serious in the moment, unlike his older brothers lmfao

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)

he definitely isn't the type of guy to shave it all off, so i'm going to assume/say he keeps it tamed but still pretty hairy

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

ron is really into you and how you feel. he'll be so touchy, not for the sexual pleasure, but just because he likes feeling his pretty s/o ^^

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i headcanon that he likes filming himself when he's alone , mainly to send to you later

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

when i found out that ron was 6'1 , the first think i had thought of was that he has a size kink !! maybe corruption too? idk those are the only ones i'd see him having

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he's more of a basic guy lmao, bed or couch are your go to's when you're feeling in the mood

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you doing things around the house as simple as doing your classwork for lectures just.. turns him on. he likes being able to reward you after you're done with all that hard work !

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

i think his most specific turn off is when you two are having some alone time in his dorm , and he can hear his roommate come home throught the front door , he just doesn't like to continue knowing that you two aren't completely alone

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he loves giving more than he loves receiving. everything about making you feel good is just so special to him

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

definitely a slow tease kinda guy. he wants to hear you beg for him to go faster, and see you desperate for more

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

this man does not do quickies lmao, if he's in the mood in the morning, he won't mind a 30-minute session tho

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he is down with anything you wanna do! he loves trying out new kinks, new scenarios, he's all for it :)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can probably go for 3-4 rounds almost everytime, depending on what you're up for

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he once surprised you with one of those 8-inch vibrating wands from spencers, and trust me , yall use it OFTEN lmfao

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he teases a lot, even when you two aren't having sex. he likes seeing you all hot and bothered

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

when i tell you,,, this man is VOCAL. he loves moaning in your ear, grunting, etc. he also does whimper occasionally

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he likes sliding his hand under your shirt while you two are having a private movie night in his bed ;))) im freaking out

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

a bit above average, 6 1/2 inches, slight curve upwards, light pink tip, think owen gray dick fr

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

his sex drive isn't really high, you two probably enjoy having sex once or twice a week :)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

this man is big on aftercare, so he'll stay up until he's sure that you're asleep, and then settle down

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i enjoyed filling this out sm!! babes, lmk if you'd like me to go into detail with anything, im always up nd happy to write a few one-shots !!

-lai

Who I Write For

From Harry Potter

Harry potter

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Neville Longbottom

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

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I will do angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, pining, best friend pining, enemies to lovers, oblivious reader or character, literally whatever u request, BUT I CAN NOT DO SMUT I AM A MINOR

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•Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

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Draco Malfoy and his Rose

Word Count: 3,722 words

Warnings: cursing, mentions of abuse

June 3rd, 1989. The Malfoy Manor. 7:34pm

Roseanne didn't grow up oblivious to the ways of Draco's parents and how they had raised their white haired boy. Narcissa and Lucius taught Draco how to dress properly, who to associate himself with even at the mere 7 years of age. He never grew up with much of a childhood, except for his close family friend; Roseanne, who helped make his life a little easier to bare. While the stoic looking boy may have a very limited amount of emotions, she brought out all of these feelings he never knew he was capable of feeling.

"Draco...?" Roseanne whispered, peeking her head around the corner nearly jumping out of her skin as she saw the poor boy getting slapped harshly by his father his body slamming onto the stone hard ground. Lucius picked up his cane, angrily storming down the hall his robes bellowing behind him. Her heart stopped in her chest, feeling her body tremble as her best friend lifted himself off the ground feeling the waves of anger radiating off of his trembling body. As she parted her lips to comfort Draco, he shoved past her muttering incoherent sounds.

The young girl let herself calm down brushing her hair from her flushed face making her way to the living room as she heard her mother call for her, the sound of her heeled shoes echoed throughout the house announcing her arrival to the three adults seated. The Malfoy's living room was rather grand, with leather sofas nearly reflecting from the small light hitting them, white and gray patterned pillows were neatly placed on the seats and cushions. On their marble floor there was white, fluffy rug that covered most of the living room floor.

"Rose, we wanted to speak to you about something rather important." Aquila's voice wavered slightly, but not enough for her daughter to notice who just gave her a big grin sitting down across from them. Narcissa placed a gentle hand on her best friends shoulder, as her way of offering some comfort. Roseanne peered at her mother's eyes, noting that they had grown rather glossy feeling her body tense up as her mind ran with an endless amount of possibilities.

"Your mom has to go away for a while. I took up this new job and it requires me to go on long, across the country trips..." Rose froze, twiddling with the hem of her dress as she stared at her mother who gave her a reassuring smile, "Narcissa and Lucius have been ever so kind to me, giving me a place to call home but I could never ask them to help me with this. As a result of that... you will be staying with your father, until I return-"

“W-what are you talking about? I don't even know my father-” The panicked tone of her voice gave her away, standing up rather abruptly her legs feeling weak. Rose’s curly locks fell over her face, trembling as her mother stood up enveloping the small girl into her arms. The young girl tightly hugged her mother squeezing her eyes shut, the sweet scent of honey and cinnamon overwhelming her senses. Aquilla ran her fingers through her soft curls, blinking away the stinging sensation coming from her eyes.

"Don't worry about that, my petal. You'll be okay...everything will be okay."

August 28th, 1996. The Leaky Cauldron. 2:26pm

A loud laugh left the young girls lips, setting the large class cup on the wooden table. The gentleman across from her grinned, dimples poking through his scars and thousands of freckles covering his face, running his scarred hand through his golden brown locks. Hope eyed the young man, admiring the way he carried himself, and that breathtaking grin she thanked him for every chance she got. Remus would have never imagined he would be as happy as he was at this very moment, his daughter sitting across from him looking like a spitting image of him, except for her vibrant grey eyes which she inherited from her mother.

The young wizard had spent nearly 7 years with his daughter, shortly after her mother dropped her off at his home in France. Remus Lupin and his young daughter bonded right sway, at the first few sentences exchanged between the pair of them. Rose decided to go by Hope once she started school, wanting a fresh start with all these new people and the breathtaking language, she was currently fluent in French and Spanish along with her mother tongue; English. During her 3rd Year, her father was called to teach at another school so she stayed at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, with a friend who gladly let her spend her summer with their family. Her father didn't stay away for long, coming back shortly before the school year was over which she was thankful for.

"I may not look like much of a trouble maker, but those boys are the reason why I am no longer afraid to be who I am,"

"Oh, I can tell. Who else can say their father blew up the boys bathroom their 1st Year at Hogwarts? No one, that's who," Hope teased as she finished the last of her orange juice, giving her father a smirk.

They were one of the few people at the Leaky Cauldron, considering it was only 2 in the afternoon and the sun was unbearably hot at this time of the day. The girl gazed outside, fiddling with her wand as she saw people pass by the open windows laughter being heard all the way from inside. Heaving herself up from the creaky wooden chair, setting a few sickles on the table making her way towards the back door. The sound of Remus hurrying after her, made the girl grin as she motioned towards the brick wall, her nerves getting the best of her as he tapped a few bricks seeing the wall start to shift rather quickly.

“Wow...everything is so..so tres beau” Hope's eyes widened as she tried to take in everything before her, the life of everyone roaming around with a sense of urgency made the place look like it was alive. The chatter of kids her age laughing and going and out of stores, like a series of ants looking for food, feeling her mouth shift into a rather large grin. Remus chuckled thinking back to when he first saw Diagon Alley, when he tugged his parents into every store imaginable.

"Oui... don't worry about your school supplies, H, I already have everything taken care of. We can go around and look for things you might like, some books or some color changing ink?"

"Color changing what now? How come you never told me?! That's so sick!" The overjoyed girl squealed, running away from her grinning father who shook his head at her enthusiasm, leading Hope to Scribbulus Writing Instruments where the clerk looked more than happy to help the girl with the bouncing locks. After he showed her the different types of colors they changed to and from, she decided on a gold ink that changed into a breathtaking emerald green. Remus took the girl to buy a few books that caught her attention, along with a pretty white quill that she adored.

After what seemed like hours, they began to head towards the pub not before Hope bumped into a tall ginger, sending her tumbling to the ground along with her color changing ink. The shimmering ink splattered everywhere, glistening in the afternoon sun, maneuvering it's way along the cracks on the sidewalk. Hope helped herself off the floor, helping her father in mending the broken flask and returning the ink back into the glass container. She turned rather briskly towards the ginger, flashing him a look as he stared at her father as if he had just seen a ghost, tightening the grip on her wand. Her blood boiled just thinking of what crude comment would be coming out from his mouth as he eyed the two of them, his two friends standing alongside him with the same look.

"Harry! I almost didn't see you there, how are you doing? Good? Great! Ron, Hermione how are you guys doing?"

"We're doing quite alright, Professor. I'm incredibly sorry for bumping into you, I tend to be a bit clumsy at times. The name's Ron Weasley," The ginger blushed, jutting his hand out for her to shake, the grip on her wand loosening tucking it into her pocket shaking his hand firmly, sending him a soft smile," this is Harry, and this is Hermione." Hope greeted the other two, her reddening cheeks fading as she stepped closer to Remus as they continued speaking about school. From what she understood, her dad taught the three of them during their 3rd Year, to which they told her about how he was the best teacher they've ever had.

"I never caught your name," The dark haired boy whose eyes were a crazy shade of green, who she now knew as Harry muttered, locking eyes with her. Hope ran her hand through her hair, shuffling awkwardly as all the attention shifted towards the girl with the streaks of honey in her hair, freckles scattered on her rosy cheeks.

"I go by Hope. It's been nice to meet you but we’re running a little behind schedule. Au revoir!" Hope grinned, tugging her dad alongside her as they made their way back to where they first came from. They spoke of school, and if she would be nervous about starting her school year without any friends. She shook her head, thinking back to the boy with the green eyes and smiling down at the sidewalk as they neared the wall of bricks once more. Hope turned to her dad, whose face looked rather expectant of her answer.

"I won't be going to school all on my own, Dad. All those people you spoke so fondly of will be there,” Her wandering eyes turned to eye the trio who were laughing, looking around at all the windows. Without a second passing, the green eyed boy turned around giving a small wave to the girl who sent an over exaggerated wave back at him, making the shy boy grin. Remus eyed the pair praying that his little girl wouldn't be growing up anytime soon, wanting to keep her as close as possible, wrapping an arm around her shoulders making their way back to their little place they called home.

September 1st, 1996. Hogwarts Express. 10:47am

Hope felt her heart break as she waved goodbye to her father, whose eyes were swimming with tears knowing his little girl would soon be where he once stood many years ago. She closed the window to her little compartment, letting out a loud chuckle as she saw the different types of sweets her father packed into her satchel snatching a small chocolate ball, popping it into her mouth as she watched last minute students board the train. A knock to the door caught her attention, facing a pair of ginger twins whose grins were wider than the gap between them.

"Do you mind if we join you? Every other compartment is full, and you looked awfully lonely," She shook her head as she giggled at their remark, beckoning them in to which they hurried inside placing all of their belongings above the seat across from her, planking themselves in front of the girl giving her a teasing wink. Hope rolled her eyes, lifting an eyebrow at the pair eyeing them head to toe, noticing they looked rather familiar but she couldn't quite place why.

"Checking us out, love?"

"Quite the opposite really. Do you guys happen to have a younger brother?"

"Why yes we do."

"Why do you ask?"

"I met him the other day, and he seemed rather nice. Along with a guy named Harry, and a rather serious looking girl named-"

"Hermione" The twins stated unanimously, crossing their arms at the same time giving Hope a knowing look. She eyed the two, crossing her legs while opening her book back up to the page she had previously left off on, choosing to ignore the gingers blabbering in front of her. Hope spent half of the ride on the train speaking to the twins when they asked her a question, which happened nearly every 5 to 10 minutes, but she didn't mind. Somewhere in the midst of all that, she changed into her plain black robes, trying to hide the fact that she was new to Hogwarts as a 16 year old.

"You seem awfully tired. Were you up all night?”

“Maybe she was looking at the sky last night, Freddie. I’m sure we weren’t the only ones watching the full moon.”

“It was huge!”

“I heard it was the brightest, and closest it's been to Earth in a while, actually." That remark made her a little antsy, sitting upright trying to give Fred a little nonchalant look attempting to get comfortable against the moving wall. She gave up trying to sleep, reaching into her satchel for some sweets before George squeezed his way in between her and the bag of candy. A pout formed on her lips, angling her body away from the ginger, whose scent smelled absolutely ravishing. The tall boy patted his shoulder, flashing her a reassuring smile.

"The wall doesn't look too comfy, but my shoulder on the other hand I've heard is pretty award winning." George chimed, inching closer to the brunette, she sighed allowing herself to rest her head on his shoulder. Hope wasn't complaining at the ginger flirting with her, as long as she was able to rest at least for a couple hours before they arrived. The scent of cinnamon lingered around him, wrapping his arm around the sleeping brunette, face flushing pink as Fred sent him a wink, who was currently making his way out of the compartment. Hope nuzzled further into George, feeling their bodies mold together as time passed by, enjoying the way the older boy held onto her as if she was as delicate as glass. This year was surely going to be interesting.

September 1st, 1996. Hogwarts. 7:12pm

Hope marveled at the gorgeous castle standing before her, brushing her hair away from her face as the cool wind made its way through the sea of students. She locked eyes with a familiar figure, bursting into a sprint as she ran towards the tall, dark haired man the cold wind slapping her across the face before coming to an abrupt stop. Severus looked down at the girl, a scowl engraved on his pale skin but melted almost instantly as he realized who was standing before him. The 9 year old girl had grown so much, over the last 7 years since he'd seen her, her face practically glowing with happiness as she looked up at him. Severus looked around at all the students, as they passed by going out of their way to ignore the Potions Professor.

"Follow me." His voice made its way into her ears, taking tentative steps after the man she considered to be like an older brothero. He had grown fond of the girl, after countless of visits at the Malfoy manor, slowly wedging his way into her life until she was ripped away from him by her father. Severus was incredibly confused as to why this girl was here, considering Aquila hadn't returned and she never sent an owl informing him of her arrival. As he moved her into a rather empty hallway, she looked up at the Professor nearly bursting into tears as he sent her a comforting smile.

"You've grown up so much..." She grinned widely throwing her arms around the tall man, swaying back and forth as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her just as tightly. He pulled away from her, eyeing her face noting she had truly received many of her mothers characteristics a small smile resting on his face. Hope nudged Severus, motioning towards the commotion of people nearing their corridor which made him snap out of his trance. After a few last words of reassurance he opened the double doors. The second she opened the doors, every living and nonliving soul stared at the young girl. She blushed profusely, looking up at Severus whose face was expressionless as he grabbed her by her arm and walked her to where all the 1st Years looked like they were about to pass out. He gave her a curt nod, the sound of his shoes clicking against the floor broke everyone out of their trance and the whispers proceeded to occur.

"Silence. Now, before we begin the Sorting Hat Ceremony, we have a new student joining us today. Unlike any of the students you see standing before you, she is a 6th Year from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Please give a warm welcome, to Ms. Hope Aquilla Lupin." The ear defining sound of clapping rung through her ears, giving a soft smile to Professor Dumbledore who clapped alongside everyone else.

Once Dumbledore gave the okay to Professor McGonagall, she proceeded to call out every first years name from a sheet of parchment. Hope stared in awe as the Sorting Hat went to work, her mind going back to the countless stories her father had told her of his time at Hogwarts. By the time they had gotten to her, every other student had been sorted which left her to stand at the very middle of the Great Hall for everyone to stare at. Professor McGonagall motioned her over, holding the hat in her weathered hands. Hope made her way up the steps, plopping down on the wooden stool proceeding to wipe her sweaty palms on her robes. The feeling of the hat being placed on her head sent her into a panic, tapping her thigh out of habit jumping as the hat began to hum in her ear.

"Ahh...very difficult indeed, very difficult. Your mother was incredibly brilliant in Slytherin, yes... you would do very well. On the other hand... your father was as brave as they could get, you would be outstanding in Gryffindor."

"Really?"

"Why of course! Your talents are endless, but I do feel something... a huge heart. Absolutely tremendous. Nothing but pureness coming from you. Ahhh... of course. How about... HUFFLEPUFF!" Hope felt a burst of joy wash over her, hopping off the wooden stool as she made her way to the table closest to her, introducing herself to the few people sitting around her. She scanned her surroundings, seeing flashes of yellow, green, blue and red as they all talked to one another. The ceiling above her seemed to call her, feeling her heart swell as she saw her favorite star winking at her.

"Let the feast begin"

September 1st, 1996. Hogwarts Corridor. 12:45am

Hope had a rather interesting encounter with the Weasley twins after they tracked her down after the feast was over, and decided to show her around before curfew. But they didn't have a great sense of time and it was well past curfew before they dropped her off where they last found her, running back to the Gryffindor Common Room shouting something about homework for Snape. She sighed, looking around at the large castle that seemed to taunt her as she attempted to find her away around. After an hour of mindless wandering, she gave up muttering nox to her wand as she stuffed it into her robe. Hope ran her fingers through her hair deciding to follow the stairs that were laid out in front of her, letting her fingers run over the aging stone walls. After a few quiet moments of trudging up the stairs, she came across the open sky her mouth falling open at the sight of the stars from up high. The tired girl sat down near the edge of the tower, cuddling against the rough wall beside her peering out over Hogwarts feeling herself relax. The cold autumn air brushed over her exposed skin, making the small girl shiver tugging the robe closer to her.

"What are you doing up here? You know I could get you in trouble for staying outside of your common room past curfew-"

"Aren't you also out of bed past curfew, mon amie?" Hope muttered letting her voice echo across the tower, nuzzling into the warm material of the robe surrounding her shutting her eyes close. The person standing a few feet away from her huffed loudly, the sound of their footsteps coming closer made Hope tense up, holding onto her wand just in case they tried to pull anything on her. A sharp intake of breath caught her attention, prying her eyes open blinking away the bleariness attempting to catch a glimpse of the strange voice.

"Rose?" Hope bolted up from her seating position, feeling her body stumble as she locked eyes with a familiar pair of grey eyes. A gasp left her parted lips, lifting her hand up to her chest fiddling with the necklace he had gifted the brunette. She scanned the tall blonde standing before her. Draco aged like fine wine.

His milky skin sculpted rather nicely his body looming over her. His gleaming blue eyes slanted as he eyed the girl standing before him. Hope took notice of how his dark robes were filled out quite nicely. She let out a heartwrenching cry, throwing herself at her best friend holding him like it was the last thing she would do. His toned arms wrapped her into a tight hug, rocking her back and forth inhaling the familiar scent of honey emitting from her.

"W-what are you doing here?"

"My dad thought it best to let me come to Hogwarts for my last three years, and- and here I am! I have so much to tell you, Mal. But before I do, I'm incredibly mad at myself. I can't believe I completely forgot you also went here, holy-"

The blabbering girl was cut off by the blonde smothering her face against his chest, his grip on her tight as he swayed them back and forth. Hope felt her fingers clutch at his robes, holding him as close to her as she possibly could inhaling his sweet scent. She was scared to let him go, too afraid to think she would wake up and it would all be a dream.

Their bodies fit perfectly against one another. Draco felt as if the universe was whole once more knowing his rose was back in his life letting out a heavy sigh kissing the top of her head of curls. After years of restless nights, he could feel all the anxiety and fear leave his body, feeling at peace knowing she was safe.

send requests! i’m always up for writing anything, just send me a quick little inbox and i’ll make sure to write it as quickly as possible. and if you have any suggestions or criticism, feel free to make it :))

a/n: for this series, i wanted to push the departure of the weasleys twin a year later. i have also made them only a year older than the golden trio, and hope, instead of two. so that they stick around just a bit longer :) part 2 is posted!

Sapphire | Draco Malfoy x Reader

December 25th, 1994. Courtyard. 12:39am.

A smile tugged on his lips, patting the cold ground besides him. Sapphire gingerly sat down, removing the slender heels off her aching feet. His grey eyes looked down at the necklace in his hands, rubbing his slender fingers over the emerald glistening under the moonlight. The green complimented his pale skin nicely, silver chain blowing in the air as he fiddled with the metal chain in between his fingers. The pair had lingered away from their friends, taking a nice walk out into the courtyard where the winter air had settled enough for them to remain outside without shivering to death. The Yule Ball had ended several minutes ago, their blood pumping with apple cider and excitement from the many hours of dancing. Except for Draco who only danced for a maximum of 30 minutes, his cheeks turning bright pink remembering his hands holding onto her waist when they sneaked out of the Great Hall for a slow dance. Her head resting on his firm shoulder, the smell of honey and cinnamon lingering in his memory making the flustered blonde shiver. Draco thought it would be a good idea to get an outfit to match her gorgeous silver dress, so he decides to wear a black and white themed suit, which Sapphire found incredibly adorable.

"Thank you, Sapph..." She grinned, tucking a stray curl behind her rather cold ear. Before she could utter a word, Draco had rather urgently pulled the bubbly girl into a warm embrace. Mint and his signature cologne overwhelmed her senses, sighing into his white button up gingerly. She jumped slightly at the touch of his warm hand draping her toned legs over his lap, his body spreading warmth throughout the poor girls shivering body. The sound of rather heavy footsteps approaching them popped their bubble, scrambling away from each other the short girl standing up on the concrete steps. Draco ran his ring cladded fingers over his bottom lip nervously, looking away from the two figures he spotted from the corner of his eye.

"What the hell?!" The redhead sneered, his face nearly as red as his tousled hair. Ron marched his way down the stairs, throwing his new dress jacket on the floor standing in front of his girlfriend his warm breath fanning over Sapphire's face. She looked over at Draco, his signature stone hard facade was up locking eyes with the scared girl, his chest tightening up not liking the fact that his best friend was in a stressful situation.

"I-I thought you were up in the common room-"

"I was! But then I overheard Harry telling Hermione about you sneaking off with Malfoy, didn't even waste a second before you started snogging in front of me! Almost 2 years down the drain for this... this git!" His voice bellowed, hands curled up at his side taking two steps towards Malfoy. Her hands gripped his wrist, pulling him back heart racing. The last thing Sapphire wanted to see was her two favorite boys going at it, their eyes full of such anger.

"I'm going to murder that bespectacled boy," Sapphire let out a loud sigh, gently grabbing a hold of Ron's hands locking eyes with him, " I was giving Malfoy a late christmas present, and we were all cuddled up because well- I don't know if you've noticed but I'm in a very thin dress." Ron visibly relaxed, but the hard glare towards the blonde didn't falter. His toned arms pulled the girl into his chest wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing a shaky kiss to her rosy cheek. Her stained lips kissed his cheek gingerly, looking over at Draco who looked rather uncomfortable.

"If she wanted to leave you, she would have done so months ago, Weasley" Draco scoffed loudly, brushing dirt off his expensive looking suit. Her head snapped towards him, giving him a disapproving stare to which he responded by letting his snarky expression drop.

She somehow managed to convince Ron to let her say her goodbyes to Draco, pressing an awaiting kiss onto his lips. Sapphire gently made her way over to the blonde, wincing at the cold ground touching her feet, he wrapped his arms around his best friends waist pressing his cold forehead against her warm face. Fiddling with the hair on the back of his neck, enjoying his arms being wrapped around her. Parting from the blonde to talk to him properly, before they took separate paths to their common rooms, giving him a genuine smile.

"Goodnight, Mal... stay out of trouble okay? I'll see you tomorrow," He sent Sapphire a soft smile, letting his hands drape his suit jacket over her shoulders feeling her whole body warm up instantly. The blonde pressed a small kiss to her cheek handing her a small velvet box, briskly making his way back inside running his fingers through his gelled hair. Sapphire turned on the balls of her feet to face Ron whose face was contorted into an ugly face, wiping it off once he locked eyes with his girlfriend's disapproving eyes. She sighed, giving him a small smile placing the gift into Draco’s suit pocket looping arms with her boyfriend as he walked her back to the Gryffindor Common Room, her glittery heels in hand.

February 14th, 1996. The Gryffindor Common Room. 10:35am.

The sound of people yelling disturbed her slumber, groggily wiping at her eyes peering over at the commotion happening in the Common Room. Sapphire had fallen asleep in a corner of the room, casting an invisibility charm over herself so she wouldn't be disturbed but that didn't seem to work. All she could see was her boyfriend going red in the face, being held back by Harry and Hermione his wand clutched at hand. Looking to where he was shouting, nearly jumping from her position as she saw an angry looking Malfoy with puffy eyes, a look she knew so well. Working quickly to remove the charm running over to the group, standing in between the teen boys noting Ron's voice had decreased in volume. Sapphire's heart was racing the grip on her wand rather tight as she eyed all the curious Gryffindors looking at Malfoy with a look of disgust.

"What the hell is all of this about? I was quite enjoying my slumber, so god help me if this is over a foolish reason-"

"He forced his way into the common room, shouting some nonsense about needing to speak to you about some bloody fruit! Of course we're all livid, he's a Slytherin, what good would he be up to in the Gryffindor common room?! He could have-"

At the mention of the word fruit, Sapphire's ears perked up her head snapping towards the blonde who had grown increasingly ansty his eyes bloodshot. She nodded at Malfoy, tapping her hip subtly to meet him in the Room of Requirement to which he took gladly, forcing his way past the Gryffindors out the common room door. The room grew quiet, the only sound left was the sound of Ron muttering angry curses at the closed portrait door.

"Take a breather, babe. He meant no harm to you, or anyone in this room. He's just a kid,” Sapphire looked around the room, seeing the crowd of people slowly dispersing. “I'll be back in an hour max, I'm going to go check on him. Don't break anything while I'm gone," She reassure the ginger, cupping his freckled cheeks pressing a soft kiss to his plump lips feeling Ron melt into her touch. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him as he caught the other boys in the room watching holding her small frame against his toned body. The feeling of her hands rubbing comforting circles on his back was all he needed before reluctantly letting go of her, watching as she hurried out to chase after the blonde.

Sapphire had dealt with Draco a few times when he came looking for comfort, using their safe word cherry. The poor teen had spent a good portion of his life hiding his emotions, including the way he felt about his best friend; Sapphire, who helped him through all of his family troubles, school issues or just to keep his mind off of all the things he brought down on himself. That morning, Draco had been told of what his parents had planned for his near future and he felt the waves crash over the wall he worked so hard to build. No control of his anger, and the tears wanting to fall from his eyes he went seeking for his silver lining in a sea of darkness. The young girl spotted him curled up in a curtained off section by the Room of Requirement, his face flushed with sadness as he trembled against the stone wall. Sapphire muttered a muffliato over the corner they were at, taking tentative steps into the closed off corner ducking her head before sitting down beside the sobbing boy.

"Mal...?"

It seemed as if time had frozen, the seconds ticking by as waves of sobs racked his tall frame. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder feeling him tense up before he threw himself at her, clinging to the small girl. Sapphire's arms tightened around Draco, rocking him back and forth attempting to calm him down. His hands clutched the back of her sweater, holding her as close to his body as he possibly could feeling his breathing start to go back to normal. Her fingers traced inconsistent patterns onto his back, the only sounds left in the room was her soft humming and the warm breath on her neck.

"Did you want to talk about-"

"They're going to make me one of them."

The silence that followed afterwards felt suffocating to the both of them, their movements stopping as that statement settled in. Draco pulled away from Sapphire, wiping at his eyes rather angrily letting out an exasperated scream, tugging at his gel free hair. He looked up at her, tears welling up in his eyes once again shaking his head as she clasped her hand over her mouth.

"No...no. T-they can't. You're too young, Draco! Voldermort could order you to kill people! What are they fucking thinking-" His heart nearly shattered as he heard the fear rising in her usually chirpy voice, the familiar shaking of her nimble hands was all he saw before she stood up and slammed her hands into the stone wall. Draco stood up immediately, the sound of her flesh slamming against the hard concrete was all that filled his ears yanking her away from the wall. Wrapping his arms around the trashing girl, her screams filtering the room as she tried to escape his grasp.

"Draco! Let. Me. Go!"

"Sapph... please calm down. I promise, I will work my hardest to keep that from coming true. They won't touch me... I promise." At those last few words, she felt her body melting into his touch the tears streaming down her face rather steadily. Sapphire turned her body around, holding the blonde as close as possibly while muttering sweet nothings into his chest. Draco tightened his grip on her kissing her head of curls, rocking her back and forth.

"If they succeed in turning you-"

"Saph-"

"Please... let me finish. If they succeed, I want you as protected as I can possibly get you. I have spells that I haven't told anyone that they exist, that can help you." She mumbled, wiping the tears from her puffy eyes looking up at the boy whose usual pale face was now flushed red. Draco let his thumb caress her hand, maintaining eye contact as she pleaded up at him.

"Alright... but only for you."

April 26th,1996. The Room of Requirement. 10:48pm.

"Abduco baton!" He shouted, pointing his wand at the running witch who deflected his spell easily. Letting out a frustrated grunt, throwing himself behind a tall bookcase racking his brain for any spells he could think of, his chest heaving up and down. Cursing as he saw the gash on his leg, tilting his head back.

"Curvo!" The sound of her voice rang throughout the room, before Draco let out a large scream as he felt his back bend backwards. His teeth were gritted, attempting to fight back limply shooting a quick jinx at the witch before he felt himself fall onto the stone ground. He groaned, scrambling onto his feet as quickly as he could facing the girl who was staring at him with such frustration. There was a cut on her cheek, along with smears of grime and blood all over her clothes.

"Draco. Do you think you're ready? Because I will not hold back on this and it will hurt. Like absolute hell-"

"Hit me." Sapphire aimed her wand at the blonde, mustering up all the rage she could thinking through all the negative thoughts before parting her lips. She tightened her muscles, as he stood in front of her with a hard look in his eyes.

"Crucio!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Both their streams of light hit each other, creating a harsh blast of energy tightening their grips on theirs wands. Sapphire felt the blast of the spell hit her body in waves, focusing on hitting Draco who was just as determined as the brunette. His bottom lip was captured in between his teeth as he pushed against her counteractive spell. The tension and the fear coursing throughout the room was unbearable, feeling the need to let go, Sapphire let go dropping onto the ground to avoid being hit by the spell. She bounced back onto her feet, a giant grin on her face eyeing the blonde whose sweat was trickling down his chest.

“You did it, Draco. I am so incredibly proud of you.” She gushed, running up to the tall blonde and wrapping her arms around his waist and rocking him back and forth. His breathing was heavy, but the smile on his face compared to no one else’s, tightening his grip around the brunette.

“All because of you, Sapph... you’re the reason I’m even anywhere near as good as you.” He breathed out, clamping his eyes shut focusing on gaining his breath back. Sapphire giggled against his chest, pulling away from Draco while keeping her arms around him. Their eyes locked, biting her bottom lip feeling her chest tighten up.

“I would do anything for you, Mal. You don’t deserve any of this, your parents are cruel for allowing this to happen to you. You deserve better. I wish I could just take away all of your pain, but unfortunately I can’t. In the meantime, my knowledge and skills are all I have to offer.”

“And your killer hugs,”

“And especially my killer hugs.” She grinned up at the blonde, letting her smile falter slightly as she thought about never getting the opportunity to see his smile ever again. Draco caught the slight change in her mood, feeling his smile wipe off of his face furrowing his brows as he held onto her shoulders trying to figure out what happened.

“Hey, hey... what’s going on? Did I say something wrong-”

“No, of course not. I just... I was just thinking about this summer. And the upcoming school year. What if I don’t get to see you again? What if my spells weren’t enough to protect you? I-I can’t afford to lose you, Draco.” The cracking of her voice made Draco’s heart shatter, shushing the small girl as he brought her into his embrace rocking her back and forth. He pressed soft kisses to the top of her head, tightening his grip around her.

“Honey... nothing is going to happen to me. I can assure you. Would you like to know why?” Sapphire hummed against his chest, messing with the thin material adorning his toned body. He laid his chin against the top of her head, letting out a large sigh,” because I have faith in you. I know that out there, no matter where I am, that you are safe and sound. And knowing that, will strive me to be better so I can come back home... to you.” 

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Draco Malfoy and his Rose. Pt. 2

Word Count: 4,861 words

Warning: cursing, slight smut

September 13th, 1996. The Courtyard. 3:29pm.

Hope felt happier then she had felt in an incredibly long time, after that night in the Astronomy Tower she felt like she could conquer anything. She spent all night cuddled up against her best friend, talking about the past 6 years and how they got to where they were at now. Draco tried to leave out as much of the abuse, and harsh words he had endured so the young girl wouldn't take any sort of pity on him.

Maybe after a couple weeks, he could open up to her, but as of right now he had a duty and he wasn't going to let his guard down until it was over. 

Several days had passed but she hadn't managed to see Draco once, which bummed her out but she brushed it off choosing to spend the rest of her afternoon in the courtyard studying for Snape's upcoming exam. The young girl was currently sitting with her knees tucked into her chest, strands of hair covering her face.The autumn breeze felt nice on her skin, softly running her fingers over her bare calve as her eyes scanned the words etched onto the pages. Hope pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, letting out a frustrated sigh at the difficult words clouding her vision leaning her head back and clamping her eyes shut as she tried to relax.

"You okay there?" The sound of someone whispering in her ear caught her off guard, letting out a surprised yelp sitting up rather abruptly. Hope eyed the red haired twin, whose cheeky smirk was covering his face. George made his way around the bench, taking a seat next to the brunette giving her a soft smile.

"Asshole. I'm doing good. I just... like making sure that all my work is 100% correct, even if it ends up killing me." She muttered, running her free hand through her curls eyeing the blue eyed boy through her frames. He nodded along to her words, gingerly picking up the open book on her lap reading the title.

"Ah, Snape. He's a fun one. You'll learn the tricks around his class rather easily, as long as you pay attention,"

"Oh, his class isn't hard. Especially for it being on level. I'm taking advanced classes so I am learning more advanced skills compared to the kids my age," George whistled, pretend fanning himself in a way of teasing the girl. Her cheeks became rather pink at his mannerism, playfully shoving the ginger. The Hufflepuff fiddled with the quill in her fingers, enjoying the feeling of the feather brushing against her hands.

"Oh, can it, Weasley. Say, where's your other half?"

"That is... an excellent question. I can promise you, he was right behind me as I came into the courtyard. But he must have-"

"Lupin. Professor Snape would like to speak to you. He said it's rather important," The sound of Draco's voice captured her attention, turning her head rather quickly to face the blonde nodding at what he said swiftly placing all of her books and pieces of parchment into her satchel. She turned to face George, giving him a small wave and a warm smile as she followed behind Draco. She felt her heart race at all the endless possibilities of what Snape would need to speak to her about.

"Did Snape say what he needed to talk to me-"

"Snape doesn't need to talk to you, Rose. I just needed an excuse for you to follow me." The young girl looked up at Draco, shaking her head at the slight smirk on his face. Draco didn't speak another word until they had reached a room she had seen before, due to Harry showing it to her. The Room of Requirement. Hope adjusted the satchel on her shoulder, as she watched the door appear in front of them, causing Draco to look behind him to ensure that Hope was following after her. He placed a hand on the small of her back as he ushered her into the room, closing the large door behind them, the thud echoing across the large room.

"Did you take me in here to kill me?" The brunette teased, playfully nudging the blonde as she made her way over to a large sofa and plopping herself down on the soft cushions. Carefully removing her satchel, letting the heavy material set on the side of the couch making sure she didn't accidentally tip it over. Draco eyed Hope, his heart clenching at the sight of her warm grin knowing that she was happy, a feeling he hadn't felt in an incredibly long time.

"Of course not. But, I felt bad for not coming to see you earlier. Which lead me to stealing you from that weasle, I hope you didn't mind," Hope laughed awkwardly, choosing to ignore the comment he made about George looking up at Draco with a soft smile shaking her head to his words. The blonde smiled down at her, eyeing her face rather hard. Hope felt her cheeks turning hot, reaching up with her fingers to trail her hand over her face out of fear there might be something there.

"Is there something on my face...?"

"No no... you just look really pretty. I don't think I noticed how gorgeous your eyes looked that night on The Astronomy Tower ," Hope flushed pink, nearly stuttering over her actions at the kind words leaving Draco's lips. I keep forgetting he's no longer the same boy I know, he's all grown. Her lips were parted uttering a soft thank you, feeling her chest clench as she saw him wet his plump pink lips. This was going to be a long night, she uttered to herself flashing the boy a quick smile noting how he sat with his legs wide open feeling her eyes widen slightly.

September 19th, 1996. Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. 4:01 pm.

Hope had a disgusted snarl placed on her lips as she listened to Professor Umbridge drone on and on about the importance of reading about spells, instead of actually practicing them. At every comment she made towards Harry, she wanted nothing more than to throw a hex at the toad. The entire lecture today had been her pointing at a chalkboard and picking on a few students, to see if they had read the endless chapters she always gave out. Hope had managed to scribble a few useful tips, making sure to mark them to know to go back to them not noticing how quiet the room had gotten, the sound of her quill on the parchment being the only sound in the room.

"Miss Lupin?" Hope's head snapped up, her cheeks ablaze as she made eye contact with Umbridge whose scrunched up face looked like it could burst at any given moment, swallowing rather thickly. She felt the endless eyes of her peers eyeing her, feeling her leg start to bounce up and down rather nervously as she stared at her Professor.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Would you mind reading out loud what it is you have written down? Oh, and please come to the front of the class," The sweet sickly tone of her voice sent her into a frenzy, giving a nod of her head delicately picking up her sheet of parchment almost covered in tons of notes making her way to the front of the classroom. Hope put a smile on her face as she made eye contact with her peers, clearing her throat before beginning to read over the neat notes.

"For our O.W.L.S, we will have to go over any and all knowledge over our 4 past years in Hogwarts on Defense Against the Dark Arts. We will have to write a short essay explaining the 5 signs of-"

"That's enough, Miss Lupin. So you weren't writing a note to pass around?"

"No, ma'am." Hope chirped, feeling her body stiffen as Professor Umbridge nearly squealed at her comment wrapping an arm around the witch. She let out a small laugh, looking around nervously. She tried to avoid eye contact with any of her classmates noticing that many of them were trying to muffle their laughter, a teasing glint in their eyes.

"Now students. Hope is a good example of what you all should be doing. 15 points to Hufflepuff!" Right as she finished hollering, the bell rang which sent all the students scrambling to gather their school things including Hope who hadn't had any time to pack any of her things before hand. She slung her satchel over her shoulder, hurriedly making her way to dinner letting out small excuse me's as she accidentally bumped into a few people including the Golden Trio. Hope came to a stop, flashing a quick smile at her friends who smiled right back at her.

"I'm sorry for nearly trampling you there, Weasley. I'm in a hurry to get as far away from Professor Umbridge as fast as possible. She scares me," Hope practically whispered, adjusting her satchel as she walked alongside them. They let out a chuckle, which made Hope join in on their little laughing fest locking eyes with Harry letting out a nervous chuckle, "Are you guys going to dinner tonight? I never see you guys there anymore,"

"No, we're currently trying to practice some stuff. And tonight we're gonna try to come up with a lesson plan for our next meeting." Hermione spoke rather cheerfully, tightening her grip on her books. Hope nodded along to her words, her mind flashing back to Draco whose grey eyes were burned into her mind,"-wondering if you would like to join us? I think the boys need some real competition."

"Oh- of course! That sounds like fun," Hope grinned brushing the stray hairs away from her face, choosing to tag along with the Golden Trio following behind them as they sneaked their way around the herds of students into the Room of Requirement.

Shortly after arriving there they began thinking of good spells for the kids to practice, surprisingly a lot harder than they had thought considering Harry had already thought of the highly important spells Hope's father had taught them. Hope had her head on Harry's thigh her back on the stone floor waving her wand around focusing on the trail of sparks that followed after her wand. She let out a deep breath she never realized she was holding before sitting up rather abruptly. The sudden outburst startled the trio, their eyes wide as they watched the witch intently as she sat up where they could properly hear and see her.

"I'm literally the stupidest person to have ever walked these halls-"

"Now that's just offensive to Ron," Harry mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate, taking a drink from his cup full of water a playful glint in his eyes. Ron's face flushed red throwing his satchel at the wizard, barely skimming over his head as the two girls began laughing as they began throwing the bag back and forth. Hope rolled her eyes, using her wand to throw the satchel against the wall startling them both. Both of their sheepish faces turned to face her, giving her a cheesy grin which she ignored.

"As I was saying, I could just ask my father. We have this little journal that we enchanted in my third year, for when he came here to teach and I was at Beauxbatons. I can talk to him just by writing into the journal, and it'll go undetected by Umbridge,"

"I could just kiss you right now, Lupin. You are a genius!" Ron muttered, cupping Hopes face to which she sputtered her face flushing as he pressed a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Harry let out a scoff covering it up with a loud cough, tossing the rest of his chocolate frog with the rest of his trash, offering the witch his leg again as she eyed him curiously to which he faked a smile eyeing Ron. Hope shoved the redhead off wiping the spit from her face, smacking his leg out of spite," you know you love me,"

"Remind me to sit next to you next time instead of this dumbass," Hope directed to Ron which just made Hermione giggle, letting out a gasp as the 6'3 wizard thought it would be a good idea to throw himself at Hope which led her to let out a pained grunt. This is going to be a long night, Hope thought to herself as she jabbed her elbow into the gingers stomach.

November 9th, 1996. The Gryffindor Common Room. 5:53 am.

"-and I see him being a complete ass to all these so called ‘half blood’ or ‘muggle borns’ so I got onto him about it. I don’t think I have ever wanted to kick the living daylights out of anyone as much as him! We haven't spoken since then... I messed things up haven’t I? Fuck, I’m sorry Harry, you’re probably tired. Just forget about it, it's silly-"

"No! It's not silly at all. Draco is a complete arse, and I know it must be weird to see him now after all these years of seeing your best friend as a saint. But, I can assure you. You aren’t silly for feeling upset about this...alright? " Harry murmured his accent thickening near the end of the sentence, running his fingers through his messy black hair, his eyes never leaving the brunette who was currently curled up on one of the many couches strewn around the Common Room.

Her eyes were glossy as she wiped at the tears threatening to fall, tucking her head into her knees that were pressed against her chest. Harry still couldn't figure out how someone as horrid as Draco had someone like Hope wrapped around his finger, rushing to throw his toned arm around her shoulder muttering soft nothings into her ear. She let her knees drop curling into Harry throwing her arms around his waist holding him close as she let out a few sobs.

"I'm sorry, H. I just- he's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. And after being apart from him for so long, I just figured things would be normal. Not-not this mess that it’s turned out to be," Hope mumbled into the dark haired wizards neck, noting the soft scent of his cologne trying to ignore how intoxicating he smelled, "Can you tell me a bit about what Draco did to you guys to make y’all hate him so much? At first I just thought you guys were being over dramatic... but now I realize that isn’t the same Draco Malfoy I grew up with,"

"I don't think that's a great idea, Hope."

"Why not?"

"Look, I might not be super fond of Draco. But, I have no right to go and put even more negative thoughts into that head of yours considering 90% of the kids here first judged me at the sight of my scar and I didn't like it. I felt belittled and like I was some walking trophy." Harry opened up his face flushing at the thought of all those comments he had endured while walking down the hallway, rubbing small circles onto her back noting the thin familiar T-shirt that adorned her body, "Are you cold? We could run up to my room if you'd like,"

"Are you sure? I can endure a couple hours of the cold, it's no biggie-"

"Come 'ere." The boy whispered removing his hold around the witch, helping her up letting out a soft chuckle as she struggled to put on her moose slippers. He grabbed onto her hand setting it on his shoulder so she could balance herself properly, successfully managing to put her slippers on giving the dark haired boy two thumbs up. Harry rolled his eyes leading the way for Hope to follow, trying his best to not make too much noise as he opened the door to his room. Harry motioned towards the only empty bed in the room, Hope gladly made her way over kicking off her slippers sliding underneath the warm covers as Harry closed the door.

"You look so tiny- do your feet seriously not reach the end of the bed?!" Harry chuckled as quietly as he could, playfully shoving her legs noticing the brunette had turned a bright pink smacking his bicep. He yelped rubbing at the sore spot, nudging her over so he could lay down next to her.

This wouldn't be the first time they've cuddled, considering they clicked from the moment they met and both had grown rather close in the last month and a half but this would be the first time they were going to be in the same bed in close proximity. Harry was twice her size, and it almost made this situation impossible because of how small the bed was. They both let out a series of giggles at their comical situation, their bodies incredible close nearly squished into one. Harry thought it would be easier to fit if they were even closer, which is why he proceeded to wrap his arm around her waist letting the witch nuzzle into his chest.

"If you were on me... like on my chest, there might be more room," Hope felt her chest flutter as she heard his husky voice breath out those words into her hair, nodding along to what he said allowing his toned arms to lift her onto him. Harry wasn't wrong. With Hope laying on him, partially anyway, not only was there more room for them he felt even more comfortable. Her fingers tracing random patterns onto his chest feeling his large hands tighten their grip around her.

"I'm sorry again for waking you up this early, I didn't know who else to go to,"

"Hope, you already apologized. And once again, I'm telling you that it's okay. I would have met you out in the freezing lake if you had asked me," He teased, which made the witch blush lifting her head up from its current position locking eyes with his bright green eyes feeling her breath hitch, her gaze flickering down at his lips feeling the air in the room thicken tremendously.

Harry wet his lips with his tongue, tightening his grip on her lightly as he felt himself leaning into her warm touch. The witch closed the gap between them, feeling herself melt into the kiss her hands trailing up his chest to tug on his hair. They adjusted their positions, letting Harry sit up with Hope's legs straddling his waist resuming their kiss feeling it grow heated fast. She enjoyed the feeling of his touch on her hips, letting out a small wine as he dug his long fingers into her exposed skin pulling her closer to his chest. Hope didn't expect this morning to turn out the way she had planned, but she wasn't complaining especially as she felt the dark haired boy growing beneath her. 

Harry couldn't remember the last time he had been in any way intimate with someone, trying to memorize the feeling of her burning skin as she tugged at his hair deepening the kiss as he subconsciously bucked his hips up. At the feeling of his growing member bucking into her, she let out a soft moan to which Harry hushed as he parted from her swollen lips nearly giving in as he saw the needy look in her eyes. He scrambled to grab his wand to close the curtains surrounding his bed, casting a quick muffliato. 

That way if they did end up getting too loud, there wouldn't be any chance of waking up the guys who were currently sound asleep. He stuck his arm through the curtain, struggling to set his wand on the bedside table from how badly his hands were shaking. Hope felt herself smirk as she saw how flustered Harry looked, growing frustrated from his wand not wanting to stay where he set it. Her smalls fingers fiddled with the T-shirt adorning his body giving him a slight pout nearly being thrown back as he swiftly tugged off his grey shirt exposing his toned body off to her. She felt herself growing hot as she pressed wet kisses along his neck, smirking to herself as she heard small gasps leaving his lips.

"Bloody... you are going to ruin me"

"Aww, don't get all shy on me now, Potter. " Hope teased nipping at a small spot above his collar, hearing the groan leave his parted lips. She didn't seem to notice the small change on his face, letting out a squeal as he flipped her onto her back. His eyes had darkened significantly, locking eyes with Hope as he hovered over her. His long arms were on either side of her face, caging her in as his hips ground down on her feeling his arms nearly buckle as he caught the look of pleasure spread across her face.

"I don't like being teased, sweetheart..."

"Holy-" Hope choked out at the choice of his words, throwing her head back onto the pillows as he continued to grind his clothed member against her core. Her hands reached up to tug on his dark locks, leaning her neck to the side as he mouthed at her neck. He sucked greedily on her tan skin, not paying attention to the dark bruises already forming.

"You look so pretty underneath me," He groaned resting his knees in between her thighs nearly losing it as the brunette wrapped her slender legs around his waist pulling him close, running his hands underneath her shirt feeling her breath hitch at the soft touch of his cold fingers.

"Fuck... I need you please," She whined, feeling her breathing grow heavier as his large hands grabbed onto her waist pulling her down closer to him. He leaned down to press a kiss onto her parted lips, moaning into her mouth as her hands brushed over the growing tent in his dark sweatpants.

His hips quickened the pace grinding themselves onto her, trying to create some friction successfully drawing a moan from Hope. The brunette snuck her hands into the waistband of his sweats feeling him groan heavily into the crook of her neck before they stiffened, they sound of people shuffling from outside the curtains caught their attention. Harry let out a few curse words resting his flushed forehead against hers waiting to see if the noise went away. Unfortunately, it seemed to have grown louder as his fellow roommate had woken up somehow managing to wake everyone else around him.

"For Godric’s sake-"

"Put your shirt on, Potter," Hope groaned, feeling rather pissed at the fact that their current actions had to be halted. Harry rolled off of her, tugging the material over his head letting his back rest on the headboard his red cheeks standing out on his pale skin. The brunette leaned against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as his hand rubbed subtle circles on her exposed thigh.

"Oi, Harry, why are your curtains closed-"

"-I betcha he's got a girl in there! Are y'all shaggin'! " Her cheeks grew pink, giggling at the words of the Irish boy using her own wand to undo the muffliato opening the curtains with a flick of her wand making direct eye contact with Dean and Semus. She flashed a teasing grin, making her way off of Harrys bed not before stuffing her feet into her moose slippers.

"It was like 5 am two seconds ago, what time is it?" Hope questioned, stretching out her limbs from being in one position for a long time. She let out a small yawn, covering her mouth with her hand looking at the two boys for an answer. The pair of friends both looked at one another before a voice off to the side caught her attention.

"It's 7 am, although I have no idea why they're awake at this time. I'm still half asleep” Neville mumbled groggily, “Maybe just asleep...", His blonde hair laying messily over his face nuzzling further into the pillows. Hope let out a soft thank you, running her hand through her curls feeling herself grow nervous at the pair of eyes watching her, "Okay, well thank you for keeping me company, H. Sorry if I intruded... I best be off."

"I'll walk you out," Harry stood up from his position, adjusting the newfound hoodie lower on his hips most likely to hide his erection which made her giggle. She flashed him a knowing smile, ignoring the glare he sent her as he walked her down to the Common Room where there were thankfully no students lingering.

Hope was about to make her way towards the portrait stumbling as she felt a hand pull her back. She crashed into Harry's chest, looking up at the green eyed boy whose eyes were scanning her entire face. He let his large hands rest on her hips, holding her in place as he nervously bit his lip.

"About what happened upstairs... w-what does that mean for us?"

"I mean... I think we should play it out and see what happens then. I do like you, H. But, I still have to figure out where in the world I stand with Malfoy,"

"Okay. I can live with that... so, theoretically, if a so called boy wanted to kiss you-" Hope rolled her eyes at his words, grabbing onto his soft hoodie pulling him down to press a very much needed kiss onto his lips. He rested his hands on her waist tugging her closer, feeling his body melt into the soft kiss nearly leaning back in to recapture her lips as she pulled away. They both simultaneously grinned at one another, parting from one another as Hope began making her way towards the exit.

"Wait!" She spun on her heel, letting out a soft laugh as she saw the boy struggle to remove the Quidditch hoodie off of his body, handing her the warm material giving her a cheesy grin. Hope felt her heart swell at the endearing gift, pressing a long kiss on his cheek uttering a soft thank you. Wow... I thought Ron was exaggerating when he said he couldn't get enough of Lavender, the boy thought to himself sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he jogged back upstairs to talk to the boys awaiting in their dorm room.

November 10th, 1996. The Courtyard. 1:46 pm.

"Hopeeee!" The sound of someone screaming her name made her jump, dropping her book onto the hard floor as she looked around for the source of the noise coming face to face with the Weasley twins who were carrying several bags in their hands, "Why weren't you at Hogsmeade today? You never miss a chance to buy your precious chocolate,"

The twins made their way over to the brunette who had just bent over to pick up the book that had fallen out of her hands, wiping it off rather briskly. Just as Hope had opened her lips, George popped a chocolate ball into her mouth a grin on his lips. She chewed on the sweet candy happily, humming appreciatively at their choice of sweets focusing her attention back on the large book yelping as Fred slammed the book shut.

"We free our schedules, just for you to read in front of us? Nuh uh, not in front of us, love."

"And look, we went out of our way to buy you your favorite candy. Even that fancy chocolate you like so much-"

"You did not!"

"Oh yes we did." Fred chirped, taking a bite out his licorice wand as he watched the look of awe on the witch's face as George handed her a rather full bag of candy. A large grin made its way onto her face, wrapping her arms around both of her favorite twins hugging them tightly, "Don't kill us yet, love. I would like to open our shop first, then I'm all yours."

"Oh can it, Weasley." She chuckled, shoving the both of them off looking down at the bag on her lap sifting through it to try to find another chocolate ball happily popping it into her mouth," You guys are so sweet."

"Anything for you, love. Now would you mind telling us what has had you in such a prissy mood these past few weeks,"

"I appreciate the concern you guys, but it's nothing. If anything, today, I'm in a really good mood." She grinned, thinking back to the heated kisses and the sensual touches that were burned into her memory. The twins shared a look, choosing to pester her about it later watching her stand up from her seat on the stone bench holding her book and the bag of treats they had brought her close to her chest, "It was nice to see you guys. Don't forget about Tuesday after school, don't get your panties in a twist after I beat both of y'alls arses."

"You wish, Lupin." The both shouted out simultaneously, the smile on both of their faces growing as she swiftly flipped both of them the bird watching as she made her way inside.

"Hey, Fred?"

"Yea, George?"

"Was it just me, or were those hickeys on her neck?"

"Oh no, those were definitely hickeys. Our little Hope is all grown up,"

"Yea... she sure is." George mumbled, feeling his chest tighten at the thought of another guy marking her up. The red head hadn't said a thing out of fear that he would get rejected but seeing her today with those dark love bites on her neck only fueled the jealousy coursing through his veins, wanting nothing more than to kill the little boy who had his hands on her. George shook his head of those thoughts, choosing to focus on Fred's ongoing plan on pranking Filch.  As long as Hope is happy, then I'm happy. And if he hurts her, then I'll gladly throw him into the Lake.

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Just thinking about walking up at the burrow in boyfriend!ron’s arms, his holding you tightly by your waist as he snores softly into your ear.

The smell of sausage and bacon and every breakfast item you can think of filling your nose along with the cinnamon aroma the house already had. It pulls you from Ron’s arms and down the stairs, thankfully he’s a heavy sleeper.

You tugged down the large sweater you wore of Ron’s, it was embroidered with a yellow ‘R’ in the center, and it was one of the coziest things you’ve ever worn. Seeing as your boyfriend was massive, it covered your entire body and reached down to your mid thigh.

You tip-toe down the squeaky steps and into the kitchen where Molly is cooking up breakfast. There were already pancakes, biscuits, bread, toast, bacon, sausage, pastries, eggs, and so much more on the big table.

She stirred up a silky white liquid in a bowl, “oh, good morning darling!” She turned to you as you took the last step down the stairs. “Good morning, Mrs. Weasley!” You gave her a kind smile.

“Sleep well?” She asked, as she continued to stir the mixture. “Well, sleeping next to Ron can be a bit rough.” You joked, which earned you a laugh.

“Need any help?” You asked, moving next to her by the counter to see some discarded Berries in a bowl and a floured counter top.

“If you could just continue to stir this while I get these buns out that would be delightful.” She said as she set the bowl down in front of you. You nodded, taking the whisk and began stirred the icing to the buns in the oven.

Molly took out the buns and set them on the stove to cool, the cinnamon and sugar filled your nose and brought a smile to your face.

“Let me go grab some oranges from the garden, dear.” She said before waltzing out the door. A few moments later, big hands wrap around your waist and pull you into their front.

A kiss was pressed to your neck before they sat their head on your shoulder. “You left me..” Ron grumbled into your ear as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

You giggled, “your mother’s cooking just smelt too good.”

He sighed, “don’t blame ‘ya. Best cook on earth, I tell ‘ya.” He smiled against your shoulder. Your clothed back was pressed against his bare chest and his ginger hair was messy and tickled your neck.

He dipped a finger into the icing and stuck it into his mouth, “Ronald!” You scolded, pushing him off with your shoulders. He laughed and he backed off of you.

He leaned himself up against the counter next to you and his gaze bore into the side of your face. You turned to him and saw his eyes practically burning holes into your face, anxiety filling your stomach.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You questioned as you rubbed your cheek to try to find anything.

“No, you’re just the most beautiful girl in the world. Do you know that?” He said with a growing grin.

You rolled your eyes and your lips broke into a shy smile, “Oh shut up.” Your eyes moved back to the glossy icing-filled bowl.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, a hand slapped your ass, making you jump, “you’ve got an amazing arse too, love.” He grinned.

“Ronald!”

Masterlist

** Indicates smut for those of you that really do, or really don’t, want to read it

Harry Potter

So, You Can’t Dance

Your Turn**

Ron Weasley 

Weddings

Cockblock Kings

Ron Weasley Headcanons

Hermione Granger

Bed Time

Bad Dreams

Books and Kisses

Fred Weasley

It’s All Fun and Games 

Movie Night

Fred Thingy 

Soft Boy

Hide and Seek**

Fred Weasley Headcanons

Come to Jesus Moment**

Love Song in the Attic

A Love Letter From Fred Weasley

Red Rope and a Whiny Puppy**

George Weasley

A life For a Life 

Confessions, Kisses, and a Jumper

Pet Names**

George Weasley Headcanons

The Tree Incident

More George Headcanons

Avoidance

Clouds, Leaves, and a Broken Promise

Love Language Headcanons

Taking Care of Sick George Headcanons

Draco Malfoy

Too Forgiving

Is That a Threat or a Promise 

Sister’s Secrets - Brother’s Pain

Heartbroken

Kiss Me - Distractions**- Love Me

Waiting For Him

Scorpius Why

World’s Okayest Brother

What A Day

A Pair Of Jeans 

Amortentia ~Part 1~ - Amortentia ~Part 2~

What The Heart Wants

Drop the Accent

Surprise

Beauty and the Beast

Piggyback Rides

Cheater, Cheater

Do You Know?

A Letter From Draco Malfoy

Another Letter

A thing?

It Started Innocent**

Idk what this is 

Cuddles

Should Have Been Me

Nightmares and Hot Chocolate

Working Out**

Draco Malfoy Headcanons

Golden Angel**

Bickering Waltz

Sanctuary

Speed Demon**

Love and Ridiculously Expensive Champagne 

Neville Longbottom

Borrowed Notes

What if I Kissed You?

Getting Caught

Pretty Boy**

Better Than Your Pillow**

Newt Scamander 

Soothing

 Friends Forever

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Prompts -

gryffindor characters modern! AU

according to me….

description: silly modern! AU head canons of the main gryffindor characters :)

pairing: harry, ron, fred, george, ginny and hermione x reader

contains: mentions of substances, alcohol and weed. mentions sexual acts (i think…)

|an: bored and decided i’d made something a little silly. literally just my thoughts lolll don’t take this too seriously

modern AU! harry potter who…

— definitely has a flip phone and refuses to be on any form of social media bc he thinks it’s awful for you

— i think being around his friends who do have social media would give him the spiel on most things tho

— oh he loveeesss house of dragon omg

— only listens to 70s 80s 90s music and some jazz tbh

— i feel like he’s just very old fashioned and he’s happy that way

— such a loving and caring bf since he’s hardly ever even touched the internet he’s pure lol

— def a lil goofball he’d say a little slang term the twins taught him and repeat it back to you…”harry who taught you that…”

— don’t ask him to do no substances i think he’d be kinda against them..not a smoker…occasional drinker.

modern AU! ron weasley who…

— is a stoner! thru and thru. i think he’s a bong rip typa fellow but a blunt or a joint would do it too. doesn’t strike me as a cart of eddie guy.

— big female rap supporter imo…def into latto and maybe dabbles into some meg that’s his girlll lol

— definitely a twea/seltzer guy oml cannot take shots is my hc

— heavy on the lowk himbo boyfriend

— not stupid at all but not super street smart i fear, more of a book smart type of guy.

— super cute and adorable bf overall, he’s a big boy. for sure.

—armmmmssss…. gymrat imo he loves to blow off steam at the gym

—i feel like isn’t a social media person as well…has an insta but doesn’t post on it nor have a lot of followers..no tiktok maybe twitter

—luv him but he was def on drakes side of the beef…definitely a champagne papi

—kinda a video game nerd imo but he’s definitely into the sports ones like FIFA

— buys you n him the crumbl cookie lineup every week and you review them tg in the car pretending to be those tiktok crumbl reviewers😭🫶 (he’s so cute)

modern AU! hermione granger who…

— is 100% on booktok

— do not ask her about the summer i turned pretty or bridgerton unless you wanna listen to her talk for hours.

— don’t play with her and noah kahan…

—or taylor swift

— or chappell roan..

—she’ll have a cute little mixed drink or perhaps a seltzer but do not give this girl no shots she don’t want none!

— her and colleen hoover….

— brings her digital camera everywhere and is most def the camera girl friend….”hermione pls send me the pics from last night”

modern AU! ginny weasley who...

— does not play about female wnba players at all.

— don’t even mention paige bueckers…that’s her girl.

— is a party animal just like her brother.

— loves her chappell roan too.

— always on social media u cannot get this girl off her phone. she’s like an ipad kid u couldn’t rip it out of her cold head hands.

— such a good girlfriend, definitely so protective over her s/o, especially on social media.

— “ginny why’d you respond to every comment under my post complimenting me with ‘& she/he mine..so’…”

modern AU! fred weasley who…

— definitely asks u “english or spanish?”

—definitely goes to too many parties…like at a function every weekend he loves the party scene.

—treats his girl RIGHTT i would compare the relationship to don toliver and kali uchis, flowers all the time, handsy. posting/supporting his girl allll the time

—“i❤️mygf” typa fellow, all his posts on socials are her! all his stories, his highlights and his posts.

— also a weed demon, doesn’t strike me as a beer or seltzer guy but ooooo that liqah….

— dress to impress demon. his gf definitely got him to play it and he got hooked and now he’s a fashion maven.

modern AU! george weasley who…

— is every girls dream man…im talking flowers, boo baskets, burr baskets, easter baskets, omg you say the word and he’s massaging your feet and feeding you grapes.

— always posting his girl just like his brother she’s on his absolutely everything and he has a highlight for her.

— type of guy to post those tiktoks of his girl on his account appreciating her all the time and the comments are like “omg on his account too!” and it’s so cute and adorable.

—isn’t much of a party guy like his brother…will go to a few but i feel like it’s not his thing at all and he’d rather be hanging out with friends instead of at a big function with strangers.

—literally the ken to your barbie and yes he took you to see the movie and yes he got into costume with you. and he did it happily.

— always hanging out with his girlfriend and wouldn’t want it any other way.