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I just wanna know if I'm not the only Lesbian who does this. But when entering a fandom, do you ever just get insanely attached to a male character/s, and you get really confused about your sexuality but you know that irl you'd never be with a guy ever.

Guys, get ready to drag me kicking and screaming back into the Marauders fandom because Captain America Brave New World comes out on the 13th, and I'm like the biggest marvel buff that I know but I really need to write the 10 Bllu children like it's a nessacity.

Ok, I'm writing the 10 Bllu children, and I need names and as many plot points and sub plot points and personality traits as you can gather. They don't even have to be for the kids can be how the characters will react.

The story is going through all the pregnancies

Baby 1#: Sirius look alike

Baby 2#: James look alike

Baby 3#: Peter look alike

Baby 4#: Barty look alike

Baby 5# & 6#: Lily look alikes

Baby 7#,8#,9# & 10#: Remus look alikes

Also, characters that will be appearing are Remus, Regulus, Lily, James, Sirius, Peter, Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, Barty, Evan, and Pandora with Minerva and Poppy.

Please leave them attached to this so I can find them or tag #the 10 bllu children

I'm genuinely thinking about making a 10k, multific on moonwater, and their 10 children look alikes. Going through all the pregnancies. And potentially, time during the kids' time at hogwarts. Is it something people would want. (Honestly, I might do it either way)

Just mpreg Remus, where instead of a human 9-month pregnancy, it's the length of a wolf, which is roughly 2 months, or a werewolf, which is around 3 months. No matter how you look at it, everyone is going to be collectively losing their shit. Just picture the chaos.

Parent-teacher interviews the year before The Four Horsemen of The Apocalyse (TFHTA) Remus had off handedly mentioned to Minerva, while trying to stop the most shit eating grin form, that the quadruplets looked up to Barty and James. Minerva paled dramatically, rethinking all her life decisions that could have made her deserve this.

Also, I could so see their look alikes clinging to someone else.

Like baby 1# (Sirius look alike) is obsessed with Peter, much too Sirius' dismay. Sirius was quite literally crying in the corner for hours when he realised that mini him would rather be with Peter.

Though Sirius got the twins instead, which he was very pleased about, because he got to watch Lily's eye twitch when the twins wanted to spend time with Sirius on his magic infused muggle technology.

They are all Remus kids, though. They are all unintentionally sucking up to him, and they don't even realise it. Regulus will be jaw dropped every single time the kids will do something for Remus just by him giving them a look, not even asking just looking, while he had to ask them for 3 days before they even considered to do what Regulus had asked.

moonwater's bad karma results in them birthing prongsfoot lmao

#1 is fucking Sirius, but that was to be expected, the black brothers look like twins, Reg's looks and Remus' mischief, natural

#2 gets Remus' pretty curly brown hair, quickly develops Reg's love for quidditch, and it's not until they're walking in Diagon Alley and someone asks if they're babysitting harry that they realize POTTER CLONED HIMSELF AGAIN, IN THEIR OWN CHILD

Peter is forever sad that he doesn't get his own twin, keeps begging moonwater to try for another but they're too scared (actual reason he became a traitor)

Ok but what if they did end up having more kids than the Weasley's, but it was purely on accident, but not at the same time.

Baby 1# Mini Sirius (the tall version)

Baby 2# Mini James 2.0 (the short version)

Baby 3# Mini Peter (the prettier version)

Baby 4# to everyone's horror looks a little too much like Barty and got Regulus' stubbornness and most of Remus' batshit and self destructive personality traits.

Baby 5# and 6# twin girls, and Remus apparently has quite a few generational traits that he wasn't aware he could pass down because they essentially are carbon copies of Lily in appearance, but 5# personality is Regulus and 6# is Remus personality wise.

Sirius is upset because both Lily and James got two mini versions of themselves, and he's only got one. Peter is happy with his one mini him and doesn't understand what Sirius is on about.

Regulus and Remus decided to have one more kid to tie up with the Weasley's and because both Regulus and James, along with Marlene and Sirius, insisted that they should create a family quidditch team.

Baby 7#, 8#, 9#, 10# quadruplets, Remus doesn't think he'd ever been more mad at Regulus for knocking him up than when he found out he was going to be having quadruplets. He honestly didn't think he could do it, though, and frankly, he was scared. Before his mum passed, he'd hear the story about how her own mum couldn't handle giving birth and passed along with the 4 babies.

They are identical, and they look like Remus with Regulus' grey eyes and lip shape, Poppy lucked out. The quadruplets also ended up in different houses and are constantly switching places. They spent too much of their childhood with James.

moonwater's bad karma results in them birthing prongsfoot lmao

#1 is fucking Sirius, but that was to be expected, the black brothers look like twins, Reg's looks and Remus' mischief, natural

#2 gets Remus' pretty curly brown hair, quickly develops Reg's love for quidditch, and it's not until they're walking in Diagon Alley and someone asks if they're babysitting harry that they realize POTTER CLONED HIMSELF AGAIN, IN THEIR OWN CHILD

Peter is forever sad that he doesn't get his own twin, keeps begging moonwater to try for another but they're too scared (actual reason he became a traitor)

The way I internally screamed at how much I loved this HC

Regulus would leave the most insane brusies and bites on Remus' waist, and he'd make sure they were in a spot where when the sweater did ride up, they were visible to all.

This would also make Remus really sensitive in this area, and he would have to force himself not to shudder and melt into a puddle every time Regulus grabbed and held his waist, another thing he was obsessed with doing.

Regulus seeing Remus' slutty waist, V line and light brown hair peaking above his pants while he tries to reach for something and his grandpa sweater lifts up and jerking off to memory for days until he can't take it anymore and pins Remus into a wall.

You can't give people these ideas like omg this actually killed me

big brown eyes, big brown eyes asking for permission near his crotch

Regulus Black you're so strong I would've made the Weasleys jealous of the amount of times Remus Lupin got BRED

HC where Barty went to school the year after Evan and Regulas and was sorted into Ravenclaw, but just didn't accept these things.

After the sorting, Barty has found his way into the Slytherin dorms with all his stuff and boots a muggle born first year Slytherin with all Barty's robes and demands he lives as a Ravenclaw as he proceeds to steel the muggleborn's robes, saying something about how the robes are charmed so they can't be transfigured into different colours and how the first year wont survive a day as a muggle born in Slytherin. Barty then proceeds to ignore the first year dorms and makes his way to the second year dorms, scaring the everloving shit out of Regulas and Evan who were both almost asleep. Barty then transfigures one of Regulas' books into a bed and makes himself at home. The next few minutes, Regulas swears to this day are the most confusing minutes of his life but ultimately found himself not to bothered by this first years presence and went back to sleep.

The next day, though, was an absolute nightmare. Barty ended up in a meeting with Ravenclaw head of house and had the most impressive screaming match in Hogwarts history. The head of house in the end didn't want him after Barty threatened to remove their tongue the muggle way if they called him Mr Crouch instead of Barty one more time. Barty sat the first year exams that afternoon got straight A's all round and started his second year the next day, with a slightly impressed Regulas on one side and an absolute in awe at the amount of chaos created Evan on the other side.

Breakfast that morning was the first genuine smile Barty produced since he was 5. Besides, he couldn't piss his father off enough from in Ravenclaw.

You know that thing with like Barty wanting to kill his father, and Evan is like we can also kill my parents, and Regulus is like we can practice on mine.

What if they went through with it and after they realised how satisfying it was they started up an extermination company together.

"We kill your trauma and hide the body for free"

It costs extra if you need more than one body hidden.

This head cannon has stuck with me for years, I have no idea where it came from. But just Wolfstar being together since first year, and no one finding out until like 6th or 7th year.

Remus had done something brilliant, and Sirius proposed there and then, one knee and all. Gave Remus his signant ring as well. Remus told Sirius they should probably date before something like that. And thus Wolfstar began.

It was never brought up again until years later when James had jokingly made a comment about Remus and Sirius dating because they were currently cuddled up on the couch like always. Sirius said they had been dating since first year and brought up the proposal.

James absolutely lost it because he was there when that happened, and he couldn't believe he didn't know. James thought everyone knows that first year is a lie and basically doesn't exist.

Peter would have said he knew this just to mess with James even more because James losing it was never not funny. Even though Peter hadn't thought they were dating and thought they had trauma bonded and became codependent due to said trauma bonding.

Ok, my brain just went (aka like weeks ago) that Remus Lupin, while still being an incredible half blood, should be related to like every or some pureblood families.

Remus’ grandfather married a Prince

They had four kids

Lyall, Euphemia, Gomeisa and Augusta

Lyall marries a muggle woman

Euphemia marries a Potter

Gomeisa marries a Malfoy

Augusta marries a Longbottom

(Also, in this I picture, Remus is attending Hogwarts' younger like Barty may or may not have done, so instead, he's like a year or two younger.)

So, James, Lucius, Frank, Remus, and Severus are all related.

Before Lucius attends Hogwarts, Remus would spend all his time at Malfoy manor because Lyall wanted nothing to do with Remus after the bite, and Lucius forced his parents to take him in. So when Lucius started attending Hogwarts, Remus could only spend the holidays at the Malfoys. And because of how Lyall was treating Remus during the time between breaks, Dumbledore took pity on Remus and sent him to Hogwarts a couple years early.

James and Frank/ Euphemia and Augusta had no idea Remus existed since they had cut off contact with Lyall because of his world views. It wasn't until they heard his name being called that James and Frank looked at each other and went holy shit. (Because he spent the train ride with Lucius)

Remus, at first, really tried to have a good relationship with Snape, and so did James, but Severus wouldn't stop insulting Remus about his appearance and his subdued personality. James and Frank put their foot down because they couldn't bear to see Remus hurt.

When they found out about him being a werewolf and Lucius told them about how when he was with Lyall, Remus spent most of his time locked up in a silver cage. When it got back to Euphemia, she absolutely lost her shit at Lyall and took custody of Remus when they were in their 4th year.

That same year (4th year, Lucius' 7th year), Lucius had chosen to stick with his family for the war and told Remus over owl that he was no longer welcome at the Malfoys. Lucius hated having to do this because he genuinely loved Remus, and considered himself his big brother, but this disconnection from Remus soured Lucius' personality, and he was slowly turned into the person he is today.

Ok, but imagine the dead poets at Hogwarts, and even tho they are all in different houses, they still have their study sessions in Meeks' room because out of the 7 of them they are all doing one or more subjects the same as someone else.

Meeks aced runes and let's Charlie cheat off of him because he thought it would be an easy A, but turns out he had to actually put effort that he didn't want to use into it.

Cameron is always helping an incredibly confused Neil, Knox, and Charlie with divination.

Pitts and Meeks are always fiddling with muggle tech that only Neil and Todd know what the other two are working on, and no, they aren't going to blow anything up. At least they don't think so.

Todd always has to give Neil his notes from care of magical creatures because Neil is always figuring out a way to try and hug the creatures, that or figuring out how to give Todd a hug. It's not his fault they all look cuddly.

Charlie isn't half bad at potions, but only because he sneeks in to watch the teacher make the potion. Otherwise, he would be rubbish, Knox is incredibly grateful for having Charlie as his partner.

Pitts and Perry try their best in herbology, but again, Neil wants to hug everything, and Pitts is very worried watching him get emotionally attached to a plant, so they usually have to ask Stick for the course work after class. Pitts is pretty sure Neil has managed to smuggle in and domesticate a baby womping willow, who he's pretty sure Neil named Puck.

Charlie always says that Knox was a cheater when it came to how good he was at charms, Knox always replied with something cheesy about his looks or something even more cheesy about his name. Cameron was quick to wack him over the head.

It was always a competition between Cameron and Neil for who was better at transfiguration, Neil accidentally transfigured him into a textbook once and spent three days figuring out how to turn him back. He was too embarrassed to get a teachers help.

Probably the most surprising was how incredible Todd is at defence against the dark arts.

He was also the only one who could stay awake and pay attention during history of magic. So it was the only time Meeks and Cameron would allow themselves to sleep during class, knowing Todd had their back.

And the guys who aren't in Meeks' house always get caught by prefects on their way back to their dorm, so much so that a prefect has started knocking on the door when there's 10 minutes till curfew.

Pitts is also really good at getting lost, but he is also really good at getting to his classes on time. He just goes with the flow.

George Weasley is left-handed, and Fred forced himself to be ambidextrous so he could comfort George's anxiety whenever it would randomly spike during class. But the thing is, is that Fred has only really gotten the grip down pact for his left hand. Otherwise, he is actually absolutely rubbish at writing with his left hand, which isn't really saying much since his writing in his right hand isn't that much better either. But it's the thought that counts, and besides, George has neat enough handwriting for the both of them.

"The Winner Takes It All" by ABBA is so post first wizarding war wolfstar coded.

I just really needed my probably, most definitely, ooc Weasley twins hurt/comfort, with protective Fred and that stupid blood quill.

It was an unspoken rule within Hogwarts that all new students and teachers were quietly (most times) made aware of was that, under any circumstances, were you to separate the Weasley twins. Even if it was only one of them that had been up to trouble (though it rarely was), you gave them both detention. It was probably the only thing they wouldn't argue back about with a teacher, and after the incident in their second year, no one could blame them.

George had been given a solo detention for the first time and had ended up passing out from a panic attack, not used to not having Fred right beside him. Fred had almost gotten expelled that night, extremely agitated without George within the same room as him, lashing out verbally and later physically at anyone who even attempted to either approach or talk to him. The only reason he hadn't been expelled was because McGonagall realised quite quickly that it was a reaction to being separated.

So when Umbridge, at dinner on the second night back at school, gave George a detention and not Fred as well, the entire great hall went deadly silent. Protests were already on the tip of Fred's tongue but were silenced by George's hand grabbing his and a small shake of his head. George got up on slightly shaky legs and followed Umbridge out of the room. Irrational agitation instantly consumed Fred, and he got up, stalking his way to Gryffindor tower. Ginny and Ron following shortly after along with Harry and Hermione.

Fred was pacing, so much so that he's pretty sure if the carpet wasn't enchanted, he would have worn through it by now. The other four had been sitting in absolute silence, just watching Fred pace for the last 45 minutes. He had originally been playing chess with Ron but had quickly gotten mad and flipped the board, Ron wouldn't hold it against him, they all knew he wouldn't, but Fred would apologise anyway. So now he was pacing because at this point, it was the only thing he could do without hurting either himself or someone else. Everyone else had all just quietly gone up to their rooms, not wanting to disturb Fred.

Finally, finally, the portrait opened, and George stumbled in, drained of all colour and on the verge of panicing before his eyes landed on Fred. He instantly made his way over, his twin meeting him halfway, wrapping George up in a hug, who immediately started sobbing. Fred brought them over to one of the couches and laid them down so that George was comfortable against Fred's chest, holding him as tightly as he could and threading a hand through his hair. Fred looked over and shared a concerned look with Ron and Ginny, who were looking increasingly more worried the longer George cried.

'Georgie, what happened?' Fred asked an hour later once George had finally settled down. George immediately sat up, panic evident in his voice and his maneurisms. 'Please don't make me go again. Fred, I don't want to do that again, don't make me go back, please. I don't want to be alone.' Fred brought George back into a hug, rubbing a hand up and down his back before speaking. 'Hey, shhhh, it's ok. You won't go back, I won't let you. But you've got to tell me what happened, ok?' George sniffed, nodding his head before giving his right hand to Fred, who was confused at first before he saw it. Engraved on the top of his hand, in a shaky version of George's neat print were the words "I will be alone"

'Umbridge prefers to use a blood quill for punishment instead of the usual detention activities.' Ginny audibly gasped in response, while Harry quietly asked Hermione what a blood quill was, and Ron had stared pacing in the spot that Fred had been pacing over an hour ago now. He sounded so defeated that it almost put out the anger that Fred was feeling, almost, because how could that bitch. This was his George, though. Who would 8/10 be in tears when ever the Weasley siblings' rough housing got too violent, who almost didn't join the quidditch team because he was terrified of getting hurt, who spent 6 months crying because he had to get magical stitches and somehow kept pulling them out, who almost failed DADA one year because he didn't want to duel. This was his twin brother who was a sensitive person, has hyperalgesia, and can only just manage getting poked with a wand. So, the fact that Umbridge would actively make his brother inflict pain on himself made Fred absolutely livid.

All Fred found himself doing was just pulling George as close as he could and continue to reasure his twin that everything would be alright. Fred would talk to Dumbledore, and if he wouldn't do anything, he'd go to the school board, their mum was on that. She'd definitely do something about it, Fred would make sure of it because this was his brother.

As George fell asleep, the others went to bed, Fred just planted a kiss to his forehead and settled in for the night, knowing he wouldn't be able to sleep until Umbridge was gone.

Regulus x Evan x Barty

Sirius x James x Remus

Omegaverse Soulmate au

'You're Lucky.'

The voice startled Regulus from his current task of playing with Barty's hair, who was dead to the world resting on his chest. Regulus stared at Sirius for a second, who was standing in the doorway of Regulus' room. He turned his attention back to Barty because he had grumbled in his sleep, subconsciously missing the hand in his hair.

The thing is, Regulus knew he was lucky. Lucky that his soul mates were both pureblood, Slytherin, and came from respectable families.

When he told his parents who his soulmates were, he swears it was the first time he saw his mother smile genuinely. It scared Regulus a bit how excited she was to meet Barty. She hadn't even entertained the idea of letting Evan come to dinner as well, apparently believing that more than one Alpha in the relationship would take from Regulus' own dominance.

The entire dinner was spent with their mother demanding when Barty would be producing an heir, and Regulus just wanted to scoop him up and forget that he even entertained the idea of this dinner, let alone gone through with it.

But he knew he was lucky as he pulled the omega just that little bit closer, who let out a content purr in response.

'You're Lucky.' Regulus found himself shooting back before grabbing his wand and flicking the door shut in Sirius' face.

Sirius made his way back to his room, mulling over the words spoken. 'You're Lucky.' Sirius knew he was incredibly lucky. Lucky to have two amazing partners. James, a handsome Alpha who fit all yet at the same time none of the stereotypes for Alpha's and Remus, a beautiful omega who never seemed to know his own worth and has in equal parts a sarcastic and kind personality.

Sirius was lucky to have soulmates that were nothing like his blood relatives that would support him, that would cherish him. He found that he didn't care that his parents didn't approve of his soulmates like they did Regulus', he had learnt not to care about their opinion a long time ago.

So yes, he was lucky.

I've been thinking about this for a while, mostly because I went from the House MD fandom back into the Harry Potter fandom.

So I have really been thinking about Wilson in the Harry Potter universe. Specifically him being apart of the Marauders.

He would be a Muggle born wizard who somehow knew more than the entire student body combined. Was sorted into Gryffindor.

He was that person that was incredibly kind and sweet to all, was on first names bases with everyone.

Was the type to get away with everything, like this dude received the most detention slips out of anyone for being out of bed past curfew, but didn't attend a single one and never got called out on it.

Made friends with the House elves and that's how he learned to become such a fantastic cook. His specialty was chocolate cake and them pancakes. (You all know the ones)

Was the first person to befriend Remus and figue out he was a werewolf. Gave him his love for chocolate.

(I don't know if animagi and patronus' can be different but for this they can be but are usually the same.) (Also, also I just have to make dead poets society references. And I love the stories where Neil and Wilson are the same person.)

His animagus form is a brown peregrine falcon, his nickname being Perry or Peregrine. His patronus is a brown bear. (Because generally, he's cute and sweet, but can hurt you if provoked.)

Isn't someone who got made at anyone, would get annoyed and irritated at times but never mad. (Was the middle ground for the fifth year incident that I personally refuse to acknowledge.)

The "James" for Harry's middle name was for both Wilson and Potter, though no one was told otherwise.

He was made Neville's godfather, but Neville's grandmother refused to acknowledge that Wilson was a part of the family.

Dislikes Dumbledore, blames him for all the too young lives lost in the first wizarding war.

Told Remus about the change in secret keeper, and that he should also probably go into hiding for the time being.

(Not even 2 days after the Potter incident, the entire suburb that Remus and Sirius had been living in was all burnt down by Death Eaters.)

Was there when Sirius tracked down Pettigrew. He arrived late and turned everyone around, away from the scene before he approached. So no one actually saw him, only Sirius. Something that Wilson deeply regrets.

Tried to fight for Harry and Sirius, with Remus, but no one was going to believe or trust a werewolf and a wizard who was planning on leaving the wizarding world after the war. Especially since there was no proof that Pettigrew was alive.

Moved to America shortly after the funeral. He swore he would never come back.

Remus and Sirius asked him to come back, and he does, because he'd just had his first proper fight with House and seeing old friends could do him good.

He shows up in order of the phoenix as the new professor for defence against the dark arts. (Umbridge is just there, you know)

Umbridge is the first person that Wilson finds himself genuinely hating.

He gets sacked along with Trelawney, but Dumbledore does the whole they don't have to leave the grounds thing. Umbridge becomes the DADA professor from there.

When Bellatrix escapes Azkaban, Wilson builds up the courage to tell Neville about being his godfather, who promptly breaks down.

Wilson helps Harry teach Dumbledore's Army. And does cool, stylish escape by turning into his animagus form, just before Dumbledore does the thing with the phoenix.

In half blood prince, he returns as a guidance counsellor (lord knows Hogwarts needs one). He is genuinely happy for Snape for getting the position he always wanted.

After the battle of Hogwarts, Harry found Wilson standing in front of Remus' body, just staring with tears running down his face. Harry gave him a hug and all Wilson said was,

"I'm the only one left now."

just... JUST!!! watch till the end and you will die out of laughter! Seriously I love this

Draco malfoy x Curvy! Reader

⚠️: Draco himself is one ngl, Virgin reader, Insecurities over being curvy, thigh fucking, no protection.

Summary: Months after a fight between him and you, and he mentioned you being too big for him (he didn't mean it, he just couldn't shut his damn mouth), he finally breaks down and....begs?

"What the hell do you want, Malfoy?" You snipped, walking down the street in a skirt and a tshirt. "I want to talk about what the fuck is on your thighs. Why are you taping yourself, L/N."

"What I do to my body isn't none of your business." You scoffed, grunting when he grabbed your arm and pushed you against the brick wall behind you. "Please, just...why?" He looked...worried? "What? Don't remember what you said yourself, how I'm too big for you?"

Your words make him grimace slightly, he remembered alright and he's hated every damn day and second after it. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression pained. "I shouldn't have said that. You're not fat or too big for anything, Darlin'. You're curvy, yeah but that's a good thing. You're soft." He reached up, his hands hovering over your curves, barely holding back from actually touching you. His eyes were dark, his expression intense as he looked at you, as if he was trying to get you to understand something. "Don't you see, Darlin'? You're...you're soft. You've got warmth, you're so comfortable and...you're not a goddamn stick. You feel so good under my hands, Darlin'. I want to hold you, touch you, feel you—"

You cut him off with a scoff, not wanting to belive him, "All because you're lonely and want someone to make your world a little less dull. I'm not a whore, Malfoy. I'm not just some pretty face I'm sorry that you think you can just get whatever you want, but that's not how that works for me." You choked out, backing up "Besides, skinny rich boys like you don't like curves, I doubt you could even pick me up."

His eyes darkened, anger flashing across his face. He stepped forward, closing the distance you'd just tried to create between you by squirming away. "Don't tell me what I like, Darlin'. You don't get to decide that." His hands moved to your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh above your hipbones. His hands gripped you hard, holding you in place. "I decide what I like. You think I don't want to touch these curves? These hips? Your thighs, Darlin'? You have no idea how I look at you when you walk by, how many times I caught myself watching your thighs jiggling in those jeans or leggings. So don't tell me I don't like curves. You don't know a damn thing about me, Darlin'."

He let out a frustrated huff, his body tense, as if he were fighting some internal battle. "I don't want someone who fits neatly in my arms, who I can just throw around. I want someone who can...who can break me." He looked back into your eyes, his expression almost...vulnerable, as if he'd exposed some part of himself he hadn't meant to. "Break you?" You whispered, looking up at him, confusion in those pretty eyes. "Mmm." He leaned in closer, his lips just a breath away from your ear.

"Break me, Darlin'. Make me lose control, drive me wild, take me apart until I'm nothing but a mess at your mercy. Ruin me, Darlin', until there's no coming back."

His breath was hot against your ear, his body pressed firmly against yours. His words sent a shiver down your spine, the heat of his body making you suddenly aware of all the places your bodies touched; your thighs, your hips, your chests, your faces. He was everywhere, surrounding you, overwhelming you. And his words...the way he asked you to break him, to make him lose control...it was like he was asking you to own him. To own his body, his pleasure, his very being. His touch was driving you insane, every brush of his fingers against your skin setting your body alight. You could feel his hardness against your hip, his hips rolling against yours in a slow, steady rhythm. It was as if he was claiming your body right here, in the middle of the night, where anyone could see.

His other hand was at your hip, his fingers curled into the soft flesh above your hip bone as he held you in place. He pushed his knee between your legs, widening them, his whole body language possessive, demanding more, wanting more of you. Draco groaned, his fingers tightening on your hips as you rocked against his thigh, the thin material of your panties doing nothing to hide how much your body ached and ached for more.

"You're already wet, Darlin'," He murmured, his voice low. "Is that for me, Darlin? Is all this...for me?" You nodded, whimpering lightly as you kept moving your hips. His lips were back on your neck, his teeth now nipping sharply at the flesh of your shoulder. "I should just do it right here, Darlin'. I should just throw away all my inhibitions and take you against this wall, let everyone hear how you're mine."

Your thighs were shaking from all the grinding you were going, your clit was swollen and needy, you hadn't been able to formulate words to tell him you're a virgin, not even near as experienced as he was. His fingers dipped beneath the seam of your panties, his touch teasingly light as he brushed against you, running his fingers through the slick wetness that'd gathered at your core. He could feel you shuddering against him, your body trembling and desperate, as he murmured in your ear, his voice still low and rough.

"If they see us, they'll see your body pressed against me. They'll know it's me who made you like this. They'll know you're mine, Darlin', and no one can have you but me."

For some reason, you remember a little scene from a boo you've read, and he might like it. You reach unsteady hands to his pants button and fly, pulling his pearly cock out, it's tip was a bright pink and leaking. His soft groan made you a tad bolder so you pushed his pretty cock between your plush thighs, halfway in your underwear,

"Fuck my thighs...please?" You mumbled, looking up at him and Draco groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips tightly, his fingers indenting the skin as he tried to regain his composure, his body shuddering as he fought to maintain control. "Yeah, Darlin'. Fuck, whatever you want." He whined as his hips rolled, the slick leaking from your cunt covering his cock as it moved, making your thighs get wet too.

Both of you were making soft noises as he fucked your soft, thick thighs. He was spilling soft praises, a mix of "So pretty." "All mine" "My pretty Girl". You honestly didn't know what to say back besides moans and whimpers; his cock was consistently rubbing your clit. The way he was trembling had the words coming out your mouth before you thought, "Gonne come for me, sweet boy?"

Which earned you a jagged thrust and a whimper. He groaned, his body trembling as he nodded, his hands moving to your hips as he tried to keep himself together, his body grinding against you. "Yes, Darlin'. Yes, Darlin', I'm gonna-" he whispered into your neck that was already coated in soft red marks from his bites.

You felt him adjust and slide only his tip into your soaked cunt, hot come spilled from him, going in and then dripping out to my thighs, panties amd well...the concrete below. By the look in his face....he's never done raw sex before...This mightbe been your first sexual experience with someone else, but this was probably the first time he's done raw. Holy shit.

He let out a shaky breath, his body still trembling, the reality of what just happened settling in. He leaned his forehead against your shoulder, trying to regain his composure. "Ive never....not without protection.." He couldn't seem to form the words, his mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours, the silver in them more than a little lust-hazed. "It's okay, sweets." You mumbled, "You've done it...without protection before?" He asked, his voice soft, a hint of something like disbelief in his tone.

You flushed and couldn't look at him while admitting it, "Well uh...no..I've never...at all actually.... I just read a lot of books."

With that admission, he was picking you up over his shoulder, easily proving a twig like him could carry you. "Tonight is gonna be the best night of your damn life, and it'll be both of our lasts. Cause you're it for me."

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This post gave me war flashbacks

SUM PREP WALKED UPTO GRARD WAYS HOUS?!!! HE MUS BE A THEEF, OR WERSE AN AZSAAZIN!!!!!!!!! ELL PRTECT U GRARD!!!!

the gentle shuffling beneath the sheets distracts tom from his reading. he turns to look at the bed. no, stare at the bed, as if his concentration is going to make your sleepy head visible to him like magic.

"tom?" he hears your tiny, sleepy voice call out.

"oh, i'm here" he calls out reassuringly, trying to sound a bit more reassured than how he feels himself. you hummed in response, a smile on your face evident in the tune.

it made his heart skip a beat.

he had never let anyone sleep over in his dingy apartment above burke's. it was more of a cupboard with creaky floors that smelt like old paper and a bit of earl grey. it smelled like tom. you liked that, you told him, and that he needn't be ashamed. the economy is in shambles after the great war, you said as you cupped his face. he could only manage half a smile to respond to that.

in the morning he'd expected you to disappear from his bed. to be gone. and never return.

as he held your face the night before, he was almost reciting his disappointment. ever since he'd met you he'd been waiting for you to leave him. waiting. anxiously. not hoping, no, never hoping. it's just that you're too good, to sweet for someone so cruel and unlovable.

in some twisted metaphor, he felt his cold, long fingers warm up as they soaked some of the warmth of your pretty face. he let himself feel it. the heat. the fact that you were so real, as real as the blood flowing through your body, as real as the part of you he kissed with his tip just moments before. he let his fingers wander down south to feel just how and where he had ruined you. caressing your swollen parts with his dexterous fingers, holding his breath a little when he found his cum there. actual. tangible. there you were. and it was all real.

his hand settled comfortably on your waist after its restless roaming. he didnt want to wake up and witness the guilt he'd feel for going against every principle of his. the giant wall he'd been making around himself had no entrance, then how did you manage to comfortably reside in the broken castle ruins it protected – his heart? at least he could be assured that you would never leave. never.

and he'd resent you for this cruel trespassing forever.

Whoever lied about HBO making a Tom Riddle series better sleep with one eye open...

— A STUDENT’S GUIDE TO HOGWARTS CLASSES

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FOR EVERY CLASS . always sit where you can see (or avoid) the professor’s mood swings. bring a spare quill, and for Merlin’s sake, read all instructions on the board

★⋆. ASTRONOMY

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR SINESTRA . she’s chill if you stay quiet. don’t interrupt her passionate stargazing rants, or she’ll assign extra homework on constellations literally no one’s ever heard of

HOMEWORK . star charts and essays on planetary motion. tedious but straightforward—accuracy is everything.

TIPS TO EXCEL . memorize constellations and learn how to cast Lumos just dim enough so that you don’t blind everyone during late-night pitch black lessons

EXTRA CREDIT . spot and track a rare celestial event, like a comet. (bonus points if you can pronounce its Latin name to Sinestra without choking)

AVOID MISHAPS . never mix up Mars and Mercury on your chart—you’ll be doomed in astronomy and divination

★⋆. CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR HAGRID . show genuine interest in his creatures, even if they look like they could eat you (because they definitely could)

HOMEWORK . research magical creature habits and write about their care. watch out—he loves long essays (he can basically make students write books about his favorite subject for him)

TIPS TO EXCEL . always wear dragonhide gloves and boots that cover your ankles. treat the creatures and Hagrid with respect—he’ll notice

EXTRA CREDIT . help feed or clean up after the creatures during your free periods or after class. it’s messy, but he appreciates it immeasurably

AVOID MISHAPS . never, ever call a Blast-Ended Skrewt “gross” within his earshot

★⋆. CHARMS

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR FLITWICK . he’s sweet but sharp. pay attention, or you’ll be called on mid-yawn to demonstrate something tricky.

HOMEWORK . practice spells at home. if your wandwork looks like you’re conducting a dance recital, you’re doing it wrong.

TIPS TO EXCEL . focus on precise wand movements and pronunciation—no “swish and flick” means no charm

EXTRA CREDIT . perform an original charm in class and explain how you invented it (hint: slap a name on something flashy, and ramble about how Flitwick’s class gave you the “tools to do it”)

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t use charms on your classmates (no matter how obnoxious they are) unless you want detention for “unsanctioned spellcasting”

★⋆. DEFENSE AGAINST THE DARK ARTS

DEALING WITH THE PROFESSOR . varies wildly year to year. if they’re twitchy, don’t ask questions. if they’re confident, challenge them slightly—they love it

HOMEWORK . spell practice, theoretical essays on defensive strategies, and (sometimes) practical exams.

TIPS TO EXCEL . master shield charms early—Protego is your bread and butter. always watch your back in “surprise” practical tests (the surprise could be a curse aimed at your back)

EXTRA CREDIT . propose new defense tactics for obscure threats like Lethifolds or hinkypunks, it shows interest in the less ‘cool’ aspects of the dark arts

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t hex yourself in class while demonstrating a jinx. you won’t get in trouble. but it’s embarrassing.

★⋆. DIVINATION

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY . just nod and act fascinated. she’s happier when you look like you believe her

HOMEWORK . dream journals, tea-leaf sketches, and guesses at what the stars are “telling” you.

TIPS TO EXCEL . make up dramatic predictions that sound poetic. extra marks for impending doom towards a classmate

EXTRA CREDIT . spot a “true vision” (or just pretend you did). a fainting act doesn’t hurt

AVOID MISHAPS . never laugh at her predictions, even if they sound ridiculous—she’ll doom you for life (and you never know what fate holds)

★⋆. HERBOLOGY

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR SPROUT . show some love for plants, and she’ll adore you. don’t sass her or underestimate how dangerous some herbs are

HOMEWORK . care guides for magical plants, essays on uses for their parts, and detailed sketches

TIPS TO EXCEL . be gentle with the plants, even the ones with attitudes. also, if you’re prone to daydreaming, please keep a note of which vines bite

EXTRA CREDIT . cultivate a rare magical plant and present its uses in class (good luck)

AVOID MISHAPS . always wear gloves when handling anything spiky, slimy, or screaming

★⋆. HISTORY OF MAGIC

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR BINS . he doesn’t even care if you’re awake, but it helps if you look like you’re taking notes

HOMEWORK . endless essays on goblin rebellions, giant wars, and other events you’ll most definitely forget by next term

TIPS TO EXCEL . use mnemonic devices to remember key dates. start essays early—he grades on length

EXTRA CREDIT . find obscure historical details to add to essays. mentioning “primary sources” makes you look smart, and Binns doesn’t typically look into it further

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t doodle in your notes too obviously—he might drone on even more if he catches you

★⋆. POTIONS

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR SNAPE . know your ingredients and don’t speak unless spoken to. follow his instructions perfectly and try to look invisible. or he’ll eviscerate you

HOMEWORK . brewing practice and essays on potion theory. if you mess up the potion, he’ll expect twice the length in your essay

TIPS TO EXCEL . re-chop your ingredients before class, and try to do other prep work. Snape hates inefficiency

EXTRA CREDIT . create a new potion under his supervision. (warning: he will make you test it.)

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t ever blame Snape or his instructions if something explodes. just accept it and clean up quietly

★⋆. TRANSFIGURATION

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL . she’s strict but fair. do your work well, and she’ll respect you; slack off, and she’ll make you wish you hadn’t

HOMEWORK . spell diagrams, written explanations, and frequent wandwork practice

TIPS TO EXCEL . precision and focus are key. get creative, but don’t try anything too wild without permission

EXTRA CREDIT . demonstrate a flawless human-to-animal transfiguration (with her approval)

AVOID MISHAPS . never let your transfigured objects escape—chasing a hopping teacup through the halls is not fun, and you’ll never hear the end of it

★⋆. ARITHMANCY

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR VECTOR . she’s sharp and no-nonsense, but she’s got a soft spot for students who genuinely try. don’t show up without your charts; she’ll notice

HOMEWORK . endless numerical equations and analysis of magical patterns. expect to translate runes into numbers and vice versa

TIPS TO EXCEL . understand how numbers relate to magic—this isn’t just math, it’s magic theory in disguise. double-check your work; one wrong digit can tank your entire assignment

EXTRA CREDIT . present a new numerological correlation, like how the number “7” might affect potion brewing. bonus if it’s creative but realistic

AVOID MISHAPS . never guess at a solution—Professor Vector will spot laziness in seconds. keep your workspace neat, or the equations will haunt you

★⋆. ANCIENT RUNES

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR BABBLING . she’s patient and incredibly smart, but don’t come to class unprepared. misreading a rune will make her launch into a lecture about “respecting the symbols.”

HOMEWORK . translate ancient texts, decipher rune sequences, and write essays on magical etymology. sometimes includes carving your own runes for practice.

TIPS TO EXCEL . memorize the rune meanings and their magical properties—flashcards help. pay attention to detail; even a tiny line can change the meaning of a rune

EXTRA CREDIT . create your own rune sequence that produces a magical effect and explain its purpose. creative runework always gets top marks

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t mix up Nordic and Celtic runes—they have very different contexts, and Professor Babbling will lecture you for days

★⋆. MUGGLE STUDIES

DEALING WITH PROFESSOR BURBAGE . she’s enthusiastic and loves students who ask questions, even obvious ones. if you show respect for Muggle ingenuity, you’re golden

HOMEWORK . research papers on Muggle inventions and their impact, as well as practical exercises like identifying Muggle objects

TIPS TO EXCEL . don’t overthink it—Muggles live without magic, but they’re surprisingly clever. show curiosity and avoid using the word “primitive”

EXTRA CREDIT . present a Muggle artifact and explain how it works. bonus points if you demonstrate something functional, like a can opener or a bicycle pump

AVOID MISHAPS . don’t call electricity “the Muggle version of Lumos” unless you want a 10-minute tangent about how they’re completely different

★⋆. FLYING

DEALING WITH MADAM HOOCH . she’s strict but fair; listen to her instructions, and she’ll let you have some fun. mess around, and you’ll be grounded faster than you can say “Quidditch”

HOMEWORK . practicing broom control outside of class and writing essays about famous flyers or the mechanics of flight

TIPS TO EXCEL . focus on balance and broom grip—this isn’t about speed (yet). always stretch before class; cramps mid-air are embarrassing and painful

EXTRA CREDIT . show off advanced flying techniques, like tight turns or broom dives (but only if you’re really confident). bonus for clean landings

AVOID MISHAPS . never try to show off in front of the first-years—wobbling on a loop-the-loop is not a good look. keep your broom maintained; a splintered handle spells disaster.

[ there you have it—follow this guide, and you’ll not only pass these classes with flying colors, but you might even look like you know what you’re doing while you’re at it, and maybe you’ll avoid getting hexed by Snape. we’ll see ]

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Rotten root in Little Hangleton

The Fruit of Your Labour

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Wordcount: 1k

Summary: After months of searching, you finally find Mattheo.

It’s been months. Months since you’ve last seen your boyfriend. Months spent on trying to track Mattheo down. And finally, you’ve found him.

You stand on the porch of a small house, staring at the front door. You chew your bottom lip raw, your hands forming fists — crinkling the note with the house’s address in your hand. You shove it into your pocket.

Your heart races. You haven’t seen Mattheo in so long. So many emotions and thoughts have gone through you since he disappeared. You had been scared, wondering what had happened to him. And after finding out that he had run away, you were left with one word in particular running through your head.

Why? Why would Mattheo leave? Why would he leave Hogwarts, his friends, you?

Though you are afraid Mattheo will turn you away at the door, you curl your hand into a fist, about to knock, when suddenly the door creaks open.

Arm falling to the side, you stare at the man before you. His warm brown eyes look at you in the same way. 

Mattheo looks almost the same, except that there are bangs under his eyes and his scar has been covered by what you assume is magic.

He speaks your name, snapping you out of your trance.

“Mattheo.. Mattheo." You speak his name almost unbelievingly. You want to jump into his arms and also slap him. “You left.”

He wears his guilt on his face. Good.

“I-I can explain,” Mattheo says, reaching out for you. You think he’s about to hug you, but instead, he pulls you into the house and shuts the door behind you.

“Does anyone else know you’re here? Where I am?” He sounds frantic and his body language shows it.

You shake your head. “No. As soon as I found out about your whereabouts, I came here.” You grab the note in your pocket and show it to Mattheo as some sort of pathetic show for proof.

He snatches it from you and scans the writing before throwing the paper into the fireplace.

“You can’t tell anybody about me,” he says.

Your brows furrow and your lips form a frown. “Why not?”

Mattheo sighs, though his gaze softens into something more familiar. He pulls you towards him and wraps his arms around your frame. Despite yourself, you melt into Mattheo’s embrace.

“You left,” You whisper against his chest.

“I know,” he whispers back.

You both pull away from each other and he gestures towards the couch. You sit down.

“I’m Voldemort’s son.”

You stare up at him, dumbfounded. It takes a moment for you to process those words. “What?”

He sighs again and awkwardly scratches the back of his head. “Yeah…”

You shake your head, unbelieving, though you know Mattheo wouldn’t joke at a time like this. “But your parents are… Bellatrix and Rodolphus.”

Suddenly, you remember all those times you would write Mattheo’s name in your diary. Mattheo Lestrange Black.

“I didn’t believe it as well. Turns out my mom had a thing going on with the Dark Lord.” Mattheo takes a seat next to you. “Voldemort suddenly found out that I was technically his son a few months ago, and he wanted to kill me. My parents helped me run away before he actually hurt me,” he explains nervously, and glances at you.

You take in everything Mattheo says, on guard.

“How long will you be here for?” You ask, grasping his pale hand and giving it a squeeze.

Mattheo shrugs and interlocks your fingers with his. “I don’t know. Hopefully when he dies.”

The Order of the Phoenix. You want to suddenly tell Mattheo all about it, but somehow keep your mouth shut.

You give his hand another reassuring squeeze.

“Are you going to leave again? Now that I know where you are.”

Mattheo shakes his head. “I don’t want to, and I don’t want to leave you again.”

You can’t help but smile at his words. You feel tears prick the corners of your eyes but quickly wipe them away. “Everyone was so worried about you,” you say, hoping Mattheo couldn’t hear the tremble that laced your words.

His eyes light up as you mention the others. “How are they doing?”

“Everyone was worried when you first left,” You repeat. “I haven’t really been keeping up with the others all that much, if I’m being honest.”

Mattheo nods.

“What if he finds you?” You can’t help but ask. The ‘he’ in questions doesn’t have to be specified.

You listen to the crackling of the fire as Mattheo thinks for a moment. “There are protective charms covering this area. If Voldemort or one of his cronies tries, I’ll be informed. So, I’ll have some extra time to get away.”

Oh. That’s a bit of a relief to hear. You relax and let yourself be held by Mattheo. Soon, you find yourself sitting sideways atop his lap.

“I really missed you,” he says, pressing his face against your neck.

“I did too.” You run your fingers through Mattheo’s dark hair, and gently grip it to force his face back. You press a kiss to his lips, which he returns. He wraps one hand around your waist, bringing you closer, while the other rests on one of your legs. You in turn wrap your arms around Mattheos neck, deepening the kiss.

You wish you could stay like this forever, held in the arms of the person you loved. Love. You  realize you haven't told Mattheo you love him yet.

You break the kiss and whisper near his lips, “I love you, Mattheo.”

He lets out a small breath and your heart skips a beat. “I love you too.”

Mattheo presses another kiss to your lips, and you respond to it in delight. You both press against each other, perhaps in the hope that you’ll somehow be stuck together.

“Stay the night,” Mattheo says breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You would stay with Mattheo forever if you could. But you know that you’ll eventually have to leave so that your family wouldn’t worry. So, you’ll enjoy the secretive time you have with him for now, until he’s safe from the danger that confines him.

a/n: I don't think Tom would be thrilled at the news of having a child, and would view them as a sort of competition, and would end up killing them. So, that kind of inspired me to write this fic. The reader is going to end this war for her man lol🤪 divider creds: @saradika

Spells from the Heart

Pairing: Tom Riddle x Fem!Muggle!Reader

Includes: mentions of war, memory loss, stalking, reader is naive, goes from third person to second, story is in Tom's p.o.v.

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: You come across something you shouldn't have, and Tom decides to keep you.

Passing through the war-wrecked streets of London, Tom made his way to his usual hiding spot where he could perform magic without being discovered.

It amused him to call it a hiding spot, because it was in fact a field, though — in all fairness — it was in the middle of the woods.

As Tom finally reached his destination, the smell of Earth surrounded him. He shut his eyes — a rare moment of vulnerability — and took in a deep breath, taking in the wet scent of soil and flowers with him.

He dropped his worn down satchel and discarded his coat on the ground. He sat atop his dark coat and grabbed an old book out of his bag. It was a book of spells that he was able to convince the Hogwarts librarian to let him borrow over summer break.

He scanned through the contents of the book, trying to decide on the first spell he would like to practice.

As a small bunny came into sight, Tom selected Vera Verto.

He stood up on his two feet and grasped his wand. He pointed it at the unsuspecting creature and whispered, “Vare-ah vore-toe,” pronouncing it as was written in the book.

Before his own two eyes, the bunny went from a living being to a goblet of water. Pride bubbled in Tom’s chest.

As he was about to mutter a spell to reverse it, a gasp from behind stopped him.

Clutching his wand, Tom turned around to find a girl around his age standing in shock from what she’d just witnessed. Like she’d come to her senses, she scrambled into a run.

Fortunately for Tom — but unfortunate for her — he was able to point his wand at her and yelled, “Kahr-pay ruh-track-tum.”

The girl was pulled towards Tom's chest, and with a grunt he wrapped an arm around her waist. She clawed at his arm like a feral animal and he had the urge to ask her to stop it.

With his free hand, Tom pointed his wand at the stranger again. “Obliviate,” passed through his lips and instantly her body went limp. He dropped her onto the damp grass.

Tom wasn’t sure when her consciousness would resurface, so he made quick work in putting his coat and satchel back on and stuffing his wand back in his pocket.

Before leaving, Tom looked down at the girl. Hair covered her face and Tom reached down to move it away. He noted that she was quite pretty. 

After being caught using magic, Tom hadn’t visited the fields in a few days. But, his fingers twitched to grab onto his wand. To point it at something and mutter a spell. The children at Wool’s Orphanage got on Tom’s, but of course he couldn’t punish them for it like when he was a child.

Done with being reminded of his predicament, Tom finally decided to go on a walk. It led him to the edge of the woods anyways.

He couldn’t help but think of you as he walked. He hadn’t used a spell on a muggle for so long, and doing so left behind a certain thrill.

Tom stopped walking and squinted. A little ways away from him, he caught sight of a house. It was hidden behind several large trees, casting a darkness upon it and hiding it from view.

As Tom got nearer to one of the windows, he saw a glimpse of someone. You.

He ducked under the window, and thought of how much of a fool he must have looked. He certainly felt like one.

The walls were rather thin, Tom learned as he listened to her hum. He recognized the tune. “I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire.” At times the song would play on the small radio during dinner time.

A few moments passed. In those few moments, Tom realized that you were home alone. You looked to be Tom’s age, and if he was right, that meant your parents weren’t home.

Tom walked up the steps to your front door and knocked. The humming stopped and Tom listened to the sound of hurried footsteps.

The door creaked open. You looked up at Tom with wide eyes. He supposed you were surprised. It was unlikely that many people visited your family much.

“Excuse me, Miss. If it’s no bother, I was hoping you could help me? I’ve seemed to have gotten lost.”

Your face relaxed as you took in Tom’s words. “Of course. Do you just need directions, or do you want to make a phone call to your parents? If you have a telephone, of course.”

Tom pretended to think for a moment. The latter would easily let him into your house. “Would you mind if I phoned my parents? They must be worried.” The lie slid off of Tom’s tongue like honey.

With a nod, you let Tom into the house.

Silly girl.

Tom followed you into a small living room. You pointed to the rotary dial resting atop the wooden table in front of the couch.

“I’ll wait in another room.” With that, you walked up the steps to what Tom assumed to be your bedroom. “I’ll be back in just a moment,” your distant voice called out.

Tom had no use for the telephone. Instead, he looked at what stood tall on the mantelpiece. It was the goblet he had created several days ago.

You must have been so confused when you awoke after being obliviated.

Tom picked up the cup and brought it closer to his face to inspect it. It was blue with carvings of seahorses and mermaids covering the upper half of it.

Tom placed the cup back to its rightful place. He’ll be kind and let you keep it.

Tom slowly walked up the steps, careful not to make the steps creak.

Once he reached the top, he scanned the three doors. One was yours, one your parents, and one the bathroom, he assumed.

Tom opened the first door. It was obviously not your parents, as the only way the bed could fit two people was if they crammed together. The sheets were pink, and books littered the vanity.

He picked one up. Pride and Prejudice. The copy looked like it had been well loved. He tucked it into his coat pocket.

He shut the door and proceeded to open the next one directly across from your room. Disappointingly, there was no sight of you in the small bathroom.

Tom shut the door again and walked towards the room at the end of the hall. He opened it up and saw you sitting on a chair, rummaging through a desk drawer.

You looked up in surprise as Tom entered, halting your movements.

Tom clasped his hands behind his back. “I just got off the phone with my father.”

You nod. “Um.. I’m just looking for my parents' map. I know they have one, and I thought I could give you directions to help you get back home.”

How sweet.

He walked over to where you sat, and took note of how your breathing quickened as he got nearer.

You would make a nice summer plaything. And the best part was you wouldn’t even remember.

a/n: that poor bunny stuck as a cup forever😭 Also, I loved going through the Harry Potter Spellbook to write this. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed! divider creds: @saradika