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|marrón pt. 3|

post azkaban sirius x reader

warnings: smut

w.c: +2.5k

pt. 2 pt.1

The kids had left for Hogwarts that morning and with Sirius gone, she slipped out of the house and made her way to the Leakey Cauldron. She had been at the tavern only a few times, usually apparating of flooing to Diagon Alley.

She halted just as she was about to step foot into the establishment and wheeled her ass back around. Oh like hell she was going to give up that easy. He never said no to her, he said no he couldn’t do it because he was too old or some shit.

(Y/N) had had crushes before and she always at least got a date, and then if they didn’t want anything to do with her she’d drop it. She was charming, witty, charismatic, and fucking hot.

Sirius wanted her so this just meant she meant she had to worm her way into his head and not leave until he agreed on a date- an in house date, but with Kreacher there serving dinner they might as well be at a low rating restaurant.

There was a wave of confidence that washed over her and for a moment she felt like her old self, part of her feeling guilty for it but mostly elated.

(Y/h/c) high-tailed it to a music shop and didn’t arrive back in the house until late in the afternoon, her arms full of the past fifteen years of relevant music and whiskey.

She practically burst into Grimmauld Place with a tiny turn of the doorknob and a powerful kick to the door. The people in the foyer jumped about a foot in the air when she came in.

The Weasleys, Tonks, Remus, and Sirius stared at her with large eyes, “ What’s all that then?” asked Mrs. Weasley.

(Y/N) threw everything down and turned to Sirius, “ The past fifteen years,”

They all looked to him who seemed more than surprised. Sirius looked like he was in a stupor, not believing she was talking to him after the other night or because she did this for him.

“ You and I might as well do something useful, because if I make another Joan Jett reference and it goes over your head I’ll kill you,” she quipped before grabbing the large bottle of whiskey and heading to the kitchen.

Behind her they all looked to each other and then to a beaming Sirius.

-

Once again, they were alone. She decided to wait till later in the evening before they started their whiskey induced listening session. She made sure to get plenty of drunk food like the usually pretzels and just for the hell of it she grabbed some Little Debbies Zebra cakes.

A quarter to seven she was dressed in respectable PJ’s and outside his door. She lazily knocked and he opened the door for her to see him still dressed in today’s outfit, looking a little more disheveled than he had been. His shirt was untucked and a few buttons were undone, “ Yeah?” he asked.

She simply grinned and wiggled the bottle of whiskey in his face, “ C’mon, we got things to do,”

Before Sirius could decline she walked away and forced him to follow her down the stairs, “ Look (yn) what happened the other night shouldn’t have. It’s not right-,”

She laughed, “ Why? Because Remus said it was a no no?” she teased before opening the door to the living area, “ He has his own youngster to worry about,”

Sirius cocked and eyebrow and she gave him a pointed look, “ No!” he said with a shit-eating grin.

She nodded, “ Looks like someone’s deflecting onto you,” she said with fake pity, “ And what happened happened, but at the same time nothing happened, so stop freaking out and hang out with me,”

Sirius remained standing but looked from the albums to her with longing, “ Alright.” he huffed before flopping down on the stiff sofa, “ Pour me a glass will you?”

(Y/N) chuckled before doing so, taking a seat beside him and putting on the first song, the number one hit in 1982: I Love Rock and Roll by Joan Jett.

They critiqued the songs the first hour but by the second hour they were both too tipsy to listen, it was mere background music as they talked about the shenanigans they would get up to in school or just life in general.

They both were born to love life and live it to its fullest, but their individual incidents had stomped those flames out but slowly and surely they were trying to put themselves back together again.

They were completing the first step, talking about what had been.

Sirius shared stories of cool concerts he had went to, horrible dates he had been on, and how foolish he had been when he was in school. The more he talked the more she could see a little bit of herself in him and it made her feel safe, like she could tell him anything and he would understand.

With warm cheeks she leaned into the couch and smiled like she was doped up, “ You’re real pretty, y’know that right?”

Sirius stopped his rant about hippogriffs and cocked his head at her, “ I used to know that,” he chuckled, “ Nowadays I’m not so sure,”

(Y/N) shook her head, “ You’re hot as fuck, asshole, don’t talk like that,” she grinned.

Sirius smirked, “ You find me attractive do you?”

“ Well I was about to let you fuck me over the ottoman, so what do you think?!”

Sirius’s eyes bulged out of his head before he erupted into laughter, she joined him and they were in an endless cycle of drunken laughter. After they’d calmed down Sirius looked at her a moment. He took in how the tank top hugged her tattooed body and the way her lips were turned up in a small but cloud-9 like smile.

“ What?” she said, fixing him with a deliberate but somewhat unfocused gaze.

“ You’re beautiful,” he said simply. Those two words sobered her up immediately and it dawned on her she had never been called beautiful. Hot and sexy, yeah. Pretty and cute when she was younger. But never had anyone called her beautiful.

She never thought someone like her could be beautiful, she had to many tattoos, too many jagged edges, and she was just her. (yn)’s version of beautiful was a woman who was the epitome of kindness and good- something she didn’t come close too.

“ No I’m not,” she said immediately.

Sirius frowned, “ Why do you say that?”

“ I. . .,” she paused, every bad thing running through her mind and suddenly her heart was hammering against her chest. She straightened up and looked at Sirius with a hard stare, “ I’ve done a lot of bad things, Sirius,” she whispered.

“ You did it to help people-,”

“ Maybe,” she interrupted, “ Or maybe because I wanted to hurt people because I didn’t feel good,”

He was silent but nodded at her to continue.

“ Ever since the accident it’s like there is this hole inside me and no matter how much I drink, fuck, or work it just won’t go away,” she shrugged.

Sirius sighed and nodded, “ That hole won’t ever go away but it will get smaller and easier to bare- it has to right?”

(Y/N) looked at him with worried eyes, “ I don’t know,”

The older man’s frown deepened, “ You know my rubbish, tell me yours,”

She looked down at her lap and took a deep breath, “ I was hired to hunt people down. . . and sometimes it got a little messy,” she began, “ Sometimes it was just to bring them back somewhere, or just a clean hit, but other times it was to make them suffer,”

“ They were bad people, murderers, rapist, pedos- it was easy. But even so I think that freaks me out most of all, how easy it was to hurt them like I did, to kill all those people and not loose a wink of sleep over it,”

“ The government being the shitheads they are hired me, and now here I am- AWOL,”

Sirius stared at the fire in front of them and wrapped his arms over himself, “ If I hadn’t been in Azkaban I would have done the same to Peter. . . to Bellatrix- every last one of them,”

“ People like us have a kind of darkness inside I suppose, a darkness that those same people we hate so much have, but we don’t embrace it- we spend our lives fighting it and that in turn makes us good people,”

“ If you weren’t a good person you wouldn’t be here, (yn),”

She couldn’t but help the lump forming in her throat, “ I used to be so sure of myself and what I was doing but now I feel lost and like I’m-,”

“ Floating,” he finished for her.

(Y/N) nodded, “ Yeah. . .like I’m hovering outside my body or some shit,”

They stayed in silence for a moment until Sirius finally looked back at her, “ We’re either going to be the worst pairing in history-,”

“ Or the fucking coolest,” she finished for him.

They both felt the seconds ticking by with every strong beat of their hearts. The air was buzzing with tension and the understanding of what was about to happen, and this time they were sure it wasn’t a mistake.

With a hesitance and unsureness she didn’t know he possessed he reached out and placed a soft but searing kiss on her lips, his tattooed hands moving to the small of her back and pulling her closer to him.

(Y/N)’s lips moved in a slow rhythm with his as she expertly unbuttoned his shirt, “ I want to see every single one,” he hummed before pressing a kiss to the flower on her collarbone.

“ Then take my fucking shirt off, geezer,” she said before shoving him back against the sofa and taking his face in her hands as he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

--smut--

She ground down on his growing member causing him to groan a curse in her ear and she lit the fuck up. She wanted it fast and rough but the way he was teasing her was so fucking slow.

Sirius eased down her shorts and chuckled in her ear, “ I want to take my time with you,” he murmured, lifting her up with him and laying her down on the rug that was warmed by the fire.

There were only a few times she had had slow sex and she honestly didn’t think this would be one of them. Sirius was surprising her with everyone of his action and showed her his maturity with his restraint and it was sexy as hell.

In a moment she was only in her undergarments and he shirtless, “ Are you sure, love?” he asked with steady eyes.

(Y/N) fixed him with a stare of her own, “ I would have told you to fuck off by now, prick,” she grinned before pulling his face to hers. She felt him smile into the kiss and it felt nothing short of perfect.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and he grinded his hard on against her clit and it almost killed her. The anticipation was torture but at the same time she wanted this moment to last for as long as possible.

Sirius trailed down her body with his mouth and light touches, tracing her tattoos until he got to her panties. He brushed his thumb against her and she began to shake.

Holy fuck.

She was fucking shaking? But in a good way? Was this good sex? Had she been missing out?

Her question was answered when Sirius pulled the wet piece of fabric aside and licked a long strip up her. Her hands grabbed at the rug and a small gasped escaped her, “ Sirius if you don’t fuck me right now I think I might actually explode,”

Sirius laughed and pulled her panties down all the way before undoing his belt, “ I’m the one who hasn’t had sex in fifteen years, what the hell are you on about?” he said before sliding down his pants and gently laying her back down when she went to sit up.

“ They’ll be other times for that,” he said resting himself between her.

“ I’m counting on it,” she shot back breathlessly as she felt his member at her entrance.

Sirius braced himself on his arms before sliding into her. They both moaned at the sensation of that first stroke, chests heaving, and hands gripping for each other.

Sirius settled on a slow but lingering pace, dragging himself in and out before plunging all the way back in, rubbing places she hadn’t know existed and at the same time filling her to the brim.

It was amazing but she wanted more. She wanted him to lose control and take her over and over again, “ Sirius please, I want you to just fuck me,” she said in his ear, “ I know you’re holding back,”

That last bit apparently was all he needed to gather her in his arm, give her a searing kiss, pull out and throw her around on her hands and knees before plunging back in.

The action took her breath away and before she could take another breath he was thrusting back into her with mind altering speed. (Y/N) moaned as his hands traveled from her hips to her waist.

A second later he was repositioning her to where her hands were behind her back and he was driving up into her, “ Is this good enough for you, love?” he panted. His tattooed hand was holding her arms and the other was wrapped around her neck just tight enough it made her pussy quiver in excitement.

She was done for, if he gave her just a little more she’d come undone around him and she wanted to feel him when she did. She wanted to hear him say her name when he gave in and came inside her.

“ More Sirius,” she gasped, “ I’m almost there,”

Sirius followed through and his hips snapped against her ass at a neck breaking pace. With every thrust she groaned and soon enough Sirius was chanting her name like a mantra. That was all she needed to feel her walls tighten around Sirius only to spasm in waves.

He followed soon but didn’t stop thrusting until she grew limp underneath him, she felt absolutely euphoric, pumped up, but tired as hell all at the same time.

“ Holy shit,” he panted, laying down beside her, “ Has it ever been like that for you?”

She caught her breath, “ No, but fuck we were good at it,”

Sirius nodded his head before laughing, gathering her up in his arms, “ We should do this again sometime,” he said.

Her brown eyes melted, “ The sex or hanging out part,”

Sirius smiled and placed a chaste kiss on her lips, “ All of the above,”

--

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|marrón pt.2|

post-azkanban sirius x reader

wc: +2k

Part: 1 pt.3

(Y/N) awoke to the sound of the kids stomping down the stairs, probably already dressed and having breakfast before leaving to go to Diagon Alley. She rolled out of bed and drug a tattooed hand over her face before looking at the clock that said 7:32 am. Oh hell no. There was no way in hell she was getting dressed this early, she didn't care who's house she was in. 

The (y/h/c) stood and glanced at herself in the old dresser's mirror, it wasn't like she was wearing anything inappropriate; she supposed the only thing Molly might frown on would be the fact you could see her thighs, that again, were covered in tattoos, but she didn't care.

There was no color in her tattoos, just skin and bold black ink. She had begun getting them officially at 16, if you didn't count the stick and pokes her and Vesta would give each other at thirteen during their time at Ilvermorny.

(Y/N) glanced at the faded shape of a penis on the inside of her elbow and grinned, they were fucking stupid, huh? Though the memory was light, her heart grew heavy at the reminder Vesta wasn't there anymore, somewhere better hopefully.

But how the hell would she know?

Not a moment later she trudged down the stairs and stopped in her tracks when her hand landed on the doorknob to the kitchen. She made sure to pull down her shorts as much as she could and fix her shirt to make sure her bra wasn't showing. I mean they were kids.

" Good morning, squad!" she announced as soon as she swung the door open. The occupants of the room jumped about a foot in the air and did a double take when they saw her. She knew it wasn't because she wasn't dressed for the day or something stupid like that, she knew it was because they had never seen her without a leather jacket or jeans.

Yeah, she had some pretty tattoos, but she had some that were a bit more colorful. Next to the roman numerals that represented Kumiko's birthday on her forearm was a simple drawing of a hand presenting its middle finger proudly. On her upper arm was a beautifully drawn compass pointing West in honor of Connor's last name, and underneath was 'SLUT' written in pretty cursive. She had plenty like that.

" Woah," said a once tired Tonks who now looked wide awake, " How many do you have?"

(Y/N) looked to the table to see all the room's occupants looking at her with astonished expressions. Her throat tightened and an anxious shiver shot down her spine, but she managed to compose herself and smirked, " Couldn't tell ya," she chuckled.

When was the last time this nonchalant way of acting felt normal? When was the last time her witty remarks made herself laugh? She couldn't tell ya.

Even in the morning Grimmauld place's kitchen felt cold, dark, and stuffy, " I've been getting them since I was sixteen, " she added grabbing a coffee mug.   " What's that one mean?" asked Mr. Weasley.

(Y/N) was surprised when he asked, and it looked like everyone else was as well. The older man had the decency to look a little embarrassed, " Well it's a creature I've never seen before!" he said defending himself with his arms crossed. (yn)'s nose scrunched up in confusion when it dawned on her what tattoo he was referring to.

She looked down at the old faded stick and poke she had forgotten about on the side of her right knee to see Woodstock, Snoopy's friend, staring straight ahead. She burst out laughing at the realization and when Hermione, Harry, and the other half-bloods figured out what she was laughing at they too joined in, leaving the purebloods confused and squinting at her knee.

After the commotion settled down, she plopped down next to Tonks and ate her share of breakfast as Mrs. Weasley rolled out the itinerary for the day. She could feel the teens glancing toward her every now and then, she was flattered by their curiosity but also a little disturbed.

A year ago, she would have gotten off on the attention but now she wanted to crawl under a rug rather than explain her life to a couple of teenagers. 

“ It must be interesting being an auror in the states,” said Ron finally, unable to contain his enthusiasm. 

She looked up from her eggs and shrugged, “ It was,” she began, “ But for the most part it was kind of a bummer,” 

The rest of the room driven by this response looked to her, completely ignoring Mrs. Weasley, “ How so?” asked Harry, practically on the edge of his seat. 

(yn) frowned and set down her fork, “ I was in the boroughs of New York, y’know Queens, the Bronx, Manhattan, Staten Island, and Brooklyn. You meet some people in some bad situations, but they’re not necessarily bad people.”

“ A lot of wizards and witches involve No-Mag’s in their business, a lot of No-Mag kids too. . .” she paused, thinking about the bastards who would replicate No-Mag money and pay kids to sell shit for them or be fucking mules for them.  

“ You can find a bunch of poor people in New York who are willing to do anything for money, just so they can eat or by some coke,” she paused and looked at Harry in particular, “ Anyone who considers being an auror has to be able to stomach some seriously horrific things,” she said, “ But if you can help one more person it’s worth it,” 

She tried to lighten the mood with a soft smile and a lighthearted story, “There was this one kid, Jake Mariano, he was a First-Gen, Muggleborn, he thought he could do telekinesis or something. He was stealing all sorts of things money, bikes, stereos, gum- anything. Kid thought he was slick until he tried to lift my cigarettes off me,” 

The teens seemed to feel better after she told them about how she smacked the kid upside the head and took him back to his mom who was about to call the government on him. He was now a second year at Ilvermorny and doing fine. 

So caught up in her story she failed to notice a hung over Sirius coming in, he stayed by the door and listened to her story. He watched as the corners of her lips tilted upwards and how her brown eyes melted as she spoke of the boy who she helped navigate his way into the magical world.

Sirius could tell she genuinely cared about the kid and the people she had helped, but what he couldn’t figure out was why she would quit doing something she so obviously loved. 

When (y/n) finished her story, she noticed him. Her eyes widened slightly and a bashful smile found its way to her face, “ Morning,” she said.

“ Morning,”

-

After the kids left her, Sirius, and Tonks were left alone until Remus came by to get Tonks for duty and then they were left by themselves. It was a weird silence, it wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t comfortable. Maybe tense was the word. 

It was a tense she was all to familiar with. It wasn’t aggressive or sad- this shit was sexual. 

The way his eyes would flick to her breasts before looking away quickly as if he were berating himself for doing so lit her the fuck up. But she wouldn’t let on that she noticed.

“ Nice story,” he said with a small smile, and she about combusted right there.

 (Y/N) shrugged, “ Nice kid,” she replied before taking another sip of coffee, “ What are you up to today, hm?” 

“ Jack shit,” he grumbled, his mood growing dark at once. This would usually throw someone off and have them shrinking back into themselves but (yn) just nodded.

“ Join the club,” she sniggered, “ Dumbledore is still feeling me out I guess you could say, they don’t trust me to go off on my own,” 

Sirius’s mood shifted once again, “ Yeah, couldn’t imagine why,” he said cheekily, “ Nothing odd like an ex-auror in a secret line of work agreeing to come across halfway across the world to work with a bunch of strangers,” 

The (yhc) laughed, “ You got a point there, Mr. Black,” she agreed silkily, looking at him through her dark lashes. 

Sirius raised an eyebrow in her direction. He knew she wasn’t saying mister as a sign of respect, she was flirting, and by God he was too. 

The morning was spent with talk of Ilvermorny and Hogwarts, both were careful not to mention friends and more sensitive topics. Sirius knew she understood why he didn’t mention his friends, but he couldn’t for the life of him understand why she didn’t mention hers. 

What happened to her? 

Who was she?

-

Later in the day she went out to pick up groceries for Molly and Sirius found himself sitting in the den, drink in hand smoking a cigarette. Remus came in and frowned at his choice of habit but said nothing, settling in the dark leather chair beside him.

The den like the rest of the house was decked out in green and silver, but instead of millions of portraits the walls were lined with bookshelves and a single cherry wood desk. 

“ Remus, what do you think of (yn)?” asked Sirius looking up at the werewolf.

The graying man sighed and rested his chin on his fist, “ I think she’s hiding things but nothing deatheater related-,”

“ Thank you!” shouted Sirius vigorously pointing to him with the hand that was holding his whiskey, “ What do you think it is? I mean-,”

“ -and,” interrupted Remus, “ I think she’s inappropriately interested in you.”

Sirius set down his glass and stared at Remus, “ Really?” he said, trying to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice but failing dismally.

Remus gave him a hard look and the pureblood deflated, “ Oh c’mon Remus!” he groaned, “ I wouldn’t touch her, scout’s honor!” he said placing his hand over his heart. 

Remus let out a long sigh, “ I will say she is very attractive, funny, but far too young,” he said pointedly

Sirus rolled his eyes and said nothing else.

-

After dinner everyone went into the living area and had a bottle of butterbeer or a firewhiskey, “ Okay okay,” laughed Ginny, “ Never have I ever jumped out of a window and onto a broom, “ 

The twins, (y/n), and Sirius threw back their drinks while the room, sans Molly laughed, “ When did this happen?!” she shouted with her hands on her hips while her husband chuckled behind his paper.

“ Mmmm second year,” said George, “ Something to do with Filch I believe,”

Fred nodded, “ Yeah, we put Mrs. Norris in an enchanted bucket, some elementary prank I do believe,” 

The room erupted with laughter once more and when (y/n) caught her breath she spoke, “ My friend and I pissed off one of the pukwudgies at school, Clarence, and Clarence starts shooting at us with his dud arrows to mark us. . .” she stopped at the rooms concerned faces, “ Let me clarify real quick, basically giving us a detention slip with an arrow that doesn’t pierce your skin,” The room let out a unanimous ‘oh’ and she continued, “ We had let a flock of geese in the main gym or something and we had the brooms waiting for us at the window- but the thing was Clarence had a southern accent,” she chortled.

“ He was like ‘ C’mon back ‘ere you lil piss aints!”’ she mimicked,” Oh God!” she gasped. 

The room laughed with her and a few minutes later Mrs. Weasley announced it was time for bed. The kids cleared out and soon Tonks and Remus were leaving for duty. 

Once again it was just the two of them, the only thing separating them was a cushion Tonks had been sitting on. They stared into the fire and drank.

“ You always say friend,” began Sirius, causing her head to whip around to look at him, “ You never say their name, why?”

He hoped he wasn’t overstepping but he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to know her so badly. But he didn’t know why, there were plenty of mysterious people in the order, maybe it was her charisma, or maybe it was the fact she seemed like him.

A shell of her former self. 

(Y/N) was silent for a moment, looking down at a tattoo that held music notes, “ Yeah. . . the one in the story was Stephen. . . Stephen Garcia,” she said with a tight smile, “ He was one of my bestfriends,”

Sirius felt his stomach drop, “ I’m sorry I shouldn’t-

“ No it’s okay, it felt good to talk about him,” she chuckled, “ He was one of a kind, they all were,” 

She looked around and flicked her wand at the door to lock it, “ Here, and don’t freak out I’m wearing a tank top,” she laughed when Sirius’s light eyes widened when she began lifting up her shirt. 

Her tattoos were as prominent as they had been in the morning, but now her (yst) was bathed in the warm light of the fire and Sirius’s mouth was suddenly dry as he beheld her form in front of him. 

“ The compass is for my friend Connor, his last name was West so it points that way,” she said pointing to her upper arm, “ And this one on my thigh is the chorus to Stephen’s favorite song,” she explained, “ And the arrow across my hip is for Vesta because she was a fucking badass with a bow,” she grinned slightly pulling down her joggers to show him. 

“ This one is Kumiko’s birthday with a big ole fuck you underneath because that bitch was small but she could put you in your goddamn place,” 

When she finished Sirius stood, placing his glass down, he got closer, “ They’re beautiful,” he said.

(Y/N)’s heart was hammering in her chest, “ Yeah they are,” she said meeting his eyes. The world seemed to stop for a moment before he placed his hand on her shoulder and drug his thumb across her collarbone and parted his lips slightly, “ And this one?”

She smiled. The one he was touching was her simple ‘1920′ tattoo, “ For the woman who raised me,” she murmured, allowing him to take a step closer and place another hand on her hip. 

(Y/N) was finding it hard to function and she wanted nothing more than for him to pull her to him and kiss her until she was gasping for air. She wanted him to take her over the goddamn ottoman, fuck the other people in this house she really didn’t fucking care. 

He hesitated when he was three inches from her face, “ I. . . I can’t,” he said reeling away and retreating to the door. Leaving her alone ...and horny. 

-

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| and then there were 3 | fluffy-drabble

post-war fred w. x reader

Description: I'd like to order a fem reader x fred weasley scenario. A very cute and funny scenario involving the harry potter next generation (of harry's sons, you know) where fred and reader have triplets who have fred's chaotic personality at school, and they end up getting called in hogwarts because of the pranks. (A thousand apologies if the text is confusing, English is not my native language.

Names for the kids (Sorry if you don't like them lmao): 2 boys 1 girl- [ Fabian, George, and Seren]

w.c: 700+

For: @strqlau

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It was an early spring morning when an owl tapped on your kitchen window carrying a letter that bared the Hogwarts crest. You merely sighed in resignation, already knowing by the annoyed look on the owl that this was regarding your children and something they did.

You opened the window and took the letter, beckoning the barn owl to come in for a much needed break. He hooted appreciatively and began pecking at the toast that lay on the counter.

It was only ten in the morning, what could they have possibly done in the past hour that you and Fred would have to put your day on hold to go down there.

You opened the letter and your eyes widened with every word, " Fred!" you called up the stairs. Your husband trotted down while trying to fix his eccentric tie, he had planned to go into the shop at 11 but by your tone he knew it would be much later.

" What the hell is it now?"

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" It seems they all spread out and put some kind of hexed soap in every toilet in the school, and then flushed simultaneously," said Neville as they trudged through halls filled to the brim with suds and bubbles. You grimaced at your soggy pant leg, Fleur complained about her shoes being ruined , Angelina just looked pissed off and annoyed, and Ginny continued to talk about what she was going to do to James once she got her hands on him.

While Bill, Harry, George and Fred were all trying to repress a smile.

Finally you all arrived at McGonagall's office and waited for Neville to say the password. The staircase soon appeared before you all and you were soon met with the guilty faces of your children.

There were seven of them, all fourteen and in their fourth year. Dominique, James, Roxanne, Fred, George, Fabian, and Seren. Fleur pursed her lips and begin chewing Dominique in French. Ginny grilled James about how she had a life and she was tired of coming up here and threatening his life. Angelina had her arms crossed and said she was going to make sure they were running extra drills before and after practice.

You looked at your three and they held their breath, waiting for you to shout or give them some sort of punishment, but it never came.

You opened your mouth to give them a talking to before McGonagall arrived but you couldn't. The laugh you had been fighting since you saw old Filch looking for the ancient Mrs. Norris in the bubbles only to trip over her instead broke free from you. You doubled over laughing and the room came to a halt. Everyone looked at you in bewilderment but you couldn't help it.

Yes it was a mess but it was all in good fun, it made everyone's time at Hogwarts a little more special. These were the stories they would tell their kids. These moments was what you loved about Hogwarts.

" Ok," you gasped, " Sorry, I was thinking about Filch tripping over Mrs. Norris,"

The adults looked at one another, " Oh thank God I'm not the only one who almost fell out then and there, " said Angelina.

That was all it took for the rest of the adults to begin laughing.

The kids looked at each other in awkward relief and fear, they too began laughing. It was a light moment until everyone collected themselves upon hearing the staircase open and McGonagall on her way up.

You wiped your eyes and kissed your children on the tops of their heads, " You're still dead," you said sweetly.

---

You and Fred got home about two hours later and flopped down on your bed, the day pretty much already over with. You looked at one another and giggled at the events of today.

You interlocked your hands with his, " They're your kids," he said.

" Oh shut up!" you laughed, " You're the one who cursed this world with those three, they're bloody exhausting,"

Fred shrugged slightly, " Good thing they have you to keep them somewhat straight," he said before pressing his forehead to yours, " But also give them the mind to have fun and make it fun for others,"

You grinned and moved closer, " I guess you and I are pretty hilarious, it's in our genetic code, " you murmured.

He smiled before pressing a kiss to your lips, " Damn straight, (y/l/n)."

---

[amortentiainmyfirewhiskey]

|hide-n-seek| imagine

draco malfoy x hufflepuff reader

Description: Hi! I love your works! Can I request a fic of Draco x female hufflepuff reader where she is super outgoing and always nice to everyone? she’s also super smart! she is bullied by most of the slytherins (but not draco). draco and her don’t talk a lot, but they sometimes partner up for school projects and he’s nice to her. he is ignoring her bc he doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that he likes her, and she is super upset and is sad and self conscious and he notices and realizes that’s it’s his fault and fixes it?

Word Count: +1.2k

For: @spencerreidisbootiful

 --

 Draco perked up when he saw a head of (y/h/c) and a black and yellow tie enter the charms classroom, she was late. She was never late. You apologized profusely to Flitwick who waved his hand at you, telling you it was fine and that you could take your seat.

You plopped down beside Draco and put your head down on the dark oak table, “ Ugh,” you groaned.

Draco raised a neat pale brow but didn’t say anything until everyone began practicing the charm ,” Why were you late?” he asked pulling his wand out of his robes, “ You weren’t in the bathroom were you?”

You scoffed at his rude implication, “ No, Draco,” you said reprovingly, “ I was just late, that’s all,”

Draco looked you over and said nothing more about it.

---

It was two days later and once again you were late. Draco felt his heart sink the slightest bit, sensing something was wrong he interrogated you as soon as you entered the classroom, “ Where the hell were you this time?” he hissed quietly as they were supposed to be reading.

Your (e/c) eyes hardend and you pursed your lips, “ I was just late again, that’s all,”

“ Oh, horseshite, “ he snapped back.

You said nothing more and carried on with your assignment.

---

It was after class now and Draco watched you leave your last class, silently admiring how your hair glittered in the afternoon rays of the sun. You laughed at something a friend said and a small but genuine smile graced Draco’s face, maybe there wasn’t anything wrong.

He didn’t know (y/n) very well, they only sat by each other in Charms but he had grown quite fond of her. Draco had known who you were, you were rather popular and outgoing so most people did.

You used to annoy him horribly just because of how nice you were. He had concluded it was all fake but now he knew it to be genuine, which freaked him out more.

You didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

Later at dinner, Draco sat beside Blaise Zabini who was taking sips of pumpkin juice while reading the evening prophet, “ Zabini?” he asked.

The handsome boy merely hummed in acknowledgement without so much as turning to look at him.

“ What do you know about (y/n) (y/l/n?”

Zabini’s focus wavered and he set down the prophet and sent Draco a confused look , “ You meaning that overly peppy girl? What you trying to shag her?”

The image of being intimate with (y/n) made Draco’s pale face turn pink, “ No you idiot, Merlin never mind!” Draco shot up and practically ran from the dining hall and back to the Slytherin dorms.

He went into his down and flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling of his canopy bed, why the hell did he feel like this? Why was his stomach bubbling and why were his cheeks burning. His heart was racing and his palms sweating. Why did what Blaise said embarrass him that much-?

Oh.

Oh no.

Draco jumped out of bed and began pacing around his dorm, what was he going to do? He had to do something, right? He couldn’t fancy her, he was Draco bloody Malfoy, and she was just some half-blood in Hufflepuff!

That night Draco lay wide awake contemplating his plan for the next day and how he would get rid of this unwanted crush. He decided to just ignore it, that seemed simple enough, right?

---

You came in late once again and you looked to Draco, waiting for his questions but they never came. The Slytherin stared straight ahead, not even looking in your direction.

You sent him a questioning look but ignored it.

Later in class you asked him how his day was going and there was no response, you figured he didn’t hear you so you said it louder, and again there was nothing.

You expected this from the other Slytherins, but not Draco. You felt a dull pain in your heart and swallowed the lump rising in your throat. You weren’t sure wahy you were on the brink of tears. People had done worse than this to you, they practically still do torment you.

But their taunts felt like nothing compared to this silent treatment.

“ What did I do?” you asked at last.

No response.

When the bell rang you flew past Draco who hadn’t even left his seat. You were out the door before he could blink. He felt the unfamiliar sensation of guilt coil in his stomach and the next thing he knew, he was following you. 

Draco made it just in time to see the tail end of you turn down a corridor. He pursued you, trying to think of what he was going to say, or how he was going to explain. He just knew he couldn’t tell you the truth, he couldn’t even believe it himself.

His shoes slapped against the flagstone floors as he tried to find you, but after a little over fifteen minutes he gave up. At least he knew he’d see you when you left Transfiguration in a few hours.

It was his study hall so he headed toward the library when he heard a group of boys roaring with laughter. He didn’t pay it much mind, it wasn’t uncommon to hear students horsing around in the halls.

When he rounded the corner his stomach dropped through the floor.

It was you, surrounded by five of his housemates.

“ Aw, did we make you cry, Puff?” sneered Anthony Stone.

Your fists clenched beside you and you stood tall, “ Shove off! I can only stand you lot once a day, why break the routine now, huh?”

The boys laughed once again, “ You think you’re so big and bad? Show us what you can do, bitch!” said one of them shoving your shoulder.

He noticed the way you tensed up but nevertheless you shoved his hand off you. He recognized your wand in Avery’s hand and he took that split second to admire your courage. Five creepy ass blokes against one tough, but practically defenseless girl.

 Draco managed to awake from his stupor and in an instant he felt blood rush to his ears and his heart hammer against his chest, “ Oy!” he hollered.

The boys looked up just as Draco sent a flurry of hexes their way, not giving a rat ass they would run off and tell their other housemates about him defending a half-blood. Merlin he could already hear the howler.

The group of Slytherins screamed as sharp pins poked them on the bum as they ran down the corridor, eventually fading from view.

You blinked with a dumbfounded but horrified look, “ I-,”

“ Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” snapped Draco, “ I could have done something about-,”

“ Why would you?” you asked incredulously.

“ Because I-!” he stopped himself, he couldn’t finish the sentence. They stayed in awkward silence for a moment, barely a foot apart and staring at one another.

“ Because?” you asked softly, a (y/s/t) hand reaching out to touch his forearm. Your (y/e/c) had his insides melting and your hopeful face obliterated him, what did he do?

“ Because... that’s what friends are for?” he said like he was unsure himself.

You couldn’t help but giggle and step a little bit closer, “ Draco?” you hummed.

“ Er yeah?”

You smiled, “ For once in your life shut the hell up,”

That was all it took for the blond to swoop down and kiss you.

[amortentiainmyfirewhiskey]

|marrón pt.1? | imagine

post-azkaban sirius x reader with brown eyes

w.c:+2k

warnings: eventual smut?, cursing

description: reader is an ex-auror from america who joins the order

pt. 2

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Brown eyes watched as tattooed hands scraped against dark stubble, and it was one of the most exhilarating sights she had seen in a while. Something was arousing by the rings he wore on his fingers and the wrinkles forming around his eyes and mouth. She wanted to trace the vein on the right side of his neck with her tongue before shoving him down into her bed. Holy shit, she was horrible. This man was over ten years her senior, and his Godson sat right beside him while she was having these vile thoughts.

 They didn’t even know each other that well. She looked over to where Remus sat on his other side and frowned. It was odd. Usually, she fell all over herself for guys like Remus, the cute nerdy type. She had never liked someone like Sirius, someone like herself.

She had been an auror for MACUSA until about a year ago before she was asked to resign. It was late August when she and her friends decided to drive to Montauk in the middle of the night. She used the term friends, but they had been more like family, well, the only family she had ever had anyway. The only thing she remembered from that night was Connor's arm being thrown in front of her, the sensation of falling, watching a man searching through their destroyed car from the pavement, and then waking up to them all being dead. Those who had made her shit life somewhat better were gone and never coming back.

She looked back to Sirius, who laughed at something Tonks said. When was the last time she had truly laughed? How could he laugh after he, too, had his only family taken away, his youth, his essence? How had he not given into the dementors?

After all her friends died, she had been forced by the auror department to go to therapy; they said she had gotten dangerously violent with perps and that she wasn't allowed out in the field until she got the all-clear from the assigned therapist- that obviously didn't happen. She didn't just sit idly by and work on her 'mental health' or whatever; she got her ass out there and worked. But she supposed this 'work' wasn't very honorable... or legal for that matter.

Somehow Kinglsey found her one night after a job. He knew she was a witch immediately, even though she refused to use her wand for a job just in case MACUSA tried to trace it. He said it had been the weed she was smoking, funny enough. Magically grown marijuana has a distinct smell that differs from regular weed significantly.

  “ I’m sorry dear, where are you staying again?” asked Molly Weasley from across the table, “ I can’t remember for the life of me,”

“ Oh, I didn’t say say, “ (Y/N) said with a polite smile. She supposed the conversation shifted over to her without noticing; great, “ I’m kinda just hopping around from hotels to erm friend’s places,”

Arthur smiled, " Ah! So you have friends here? That's great to hear!"

(Y/N) couldn't help but snort as she thought of all the hookups she had had while being here only a little over a month. Did she really call them friends? She slammed her hand over her mouth before collecting herself and clearing her thoughts, " Excuse me, " she said, fighting a smile, " Sorry, um, inside joke, " she clarified, " I don't really have friends here; I kinda just float around and meet new people-,"

" You've been staying with strangers!" screeched Molly, (Y/N) turned to her left to see the older witch clutching her coat in her hands and looking at (y/n) in absolute horror, " That just won't do. Maybe you can stay with us-,"

(Y/N) jumped up and laughed awkwardly while holding her hands in front of her chest, " Oh no, I'm fine!" she assured the older woman, " I. . ."

What the fuck did she even say? I like fucking people I don't know? I like going out and waking up in random places?

(Y/N) was beginning to panic now. She had paused for too long, and now the conversation had gained the attention of everyone in the room. The (y/h/c) settled with smiling and repeating what she had just said, " I'm fine, "

She convinced absolutely no one.

Tonks raised a pink brow before her eyes lit up as an idea crossed her mind, " Well you can just stay here, hell there's plenty of room- if that's okay with Remus and Sirius, since their here most ...I suppose," she turned to them with a bashful smile.

(Y/N)'s heart practically skipped a beat as Sirius's pale eyes widened. Fuck this was embarrassing. What the fuck did she do? And why was part of her excited, oh dear God, she was acting like she was thirteen, wasn't she?

She settled with an airy laugh, " I can find a hotel or something- or hell even an apartment if I have to, " As if she could fucking afford that.

Sirius shook his head and allowed a kind smile of sorts to play on his lips, " That's not necessary, (Y/L/N)- I mean you are more than welcome to stay here, even if it's just until you find a place,"

Okay, that sounded good, yeah, she'd do that. " Are you sure?" she asked him, eyeing Remus as well. (Y/N) might have been somewhat obnoxious and loud, especially while drinking, in the past but she had gained a type of weird anxiety. She absolutely refused to impose herself or any of her baggage on other people.

" Alright, you can stay on the second floor, I think Molly and the kids cleaned out the third room, yeah?" asked Sirius to Molly, who simply nodded.

Tonks stepped in once again, seemingly recovered from sticking her foot in her mouth, " Do you need help getting your stuff from your hotel?" she asked.

(Y/N) thought about the one charmed bag she had full of clothes and toiletries, " I think I can handle it," she said with a small, perhaps obvious fake smile.

The kids seemed oddly excited about her staying with them, and maybe they were just happy to have someone other than each other and Tonks. Or hell, maybe they liked her. She was pretty fucking cool when you looked past the depressed alcoholic side of her.

“ Could you tell us some auror stories?” asked the youngest Weasley, Ginny, fuck yeah they thought she was cool.

(Y/N) thought about it carefully, “ I don’t know. . .” She had seen some fucked up shit, maybe she could tell them a funny one from when she was just starting out and she was basically mall cop status.

“ Well, I guess the one about when I had to go undercover, and my friend had to pretend to be my pimp isn’t so bad,” she decided aloud. It was probably one of the funniest stories she had.

While the kids and Tonks were on the edge of their seats, Molly and Arthur shared a strained smile which Sirius and Remus noticed, “ Maybe this story can wait for tomorrow, “ said the werewolf looking at the kitchen’s clock, “ You lot have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow and pick up books, “

Fred and George scoffed, “ Oh come off it, it’s not like she was actually pimped out !” said Fred

Finally Molly put her foot down and sent all the kids to their respective rooms and on their way out she could hear Ron asking Hermione what being pimped out was.

(Y/N) grimaced, “ Well, I thought it was teenager friendly, “ she told the three once the Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione went to bed.

Sirius barked a laugh before taking a swig of his whiskey, “ Don’t fret it, “ he reassured, “ Molly is just protective is all, “

Remus nodded his agreement before looking down at his watch, “ Right, We’ve got to head to West Street and patrol, C’mon Dora,”

Soon it was just the two of them sitting in the once refined kitchen, “ You said you were recruited by Kingsley. . . what made you join?” asked Sirius.

(Y/N) sighed and offered a half-way shrug, “ I guess I just wanted to do some good, I feel like I haven’t done anything for other people in a long time,”

His silver eyes narrowed, “ I thought you had been an auror?”

“ Yeah I had been, but shit happened and I changed career paths,” she said with a small smile, hoping he wasn’t thinking of her as a possible threat. He didn’t trust her, that much was obvious.

“ Your family know you’re here?” he asked.

(Y/N) shook her head, “ There isn’t any family to tell,”

There was a pause, a shift in the air. Sirius had questions, she knew that much, but she didn’t want to answer them. Sirius seemed to sense her sensitivity to the subject and quickly changed it.

“ Tell me what was Ilvermorny like?” he asked before taking a sip of his wine.

(Y/N) couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips as she turned to him, “ Like a movie,” she hummed, “ I’d never had much stability before Ilvermorny, but it was nice. . . really nice,”

Sirius nodded, “ I know what you mean, “ he muttered looking up at the freshly clean chandelier, “ My parents were horrible, shit heads you could say,”

(Y/N) chuckled, “ I didn’t know mine, I grew up at a orphanage and then was in the foster care system for a while,”

“ It was lonely,” she finished quietly, slightly embarrassed for adding that unnecessary tidbit.

She was staring at the peeling wallpaper when Sirius patted her hand and she met his eyes. He offered her a friendly smile before drawing back, “ Well you’re not anymore with us around, yeah?”

She smiled but rolled her eyes, fighting not to call bullshit, “ I appreciate that,” she said playfully before standing up.

(Y/N) went to bed that night with her heart racing as she remembered Sirius’s hand on her own, she was a fucking disaster. He didn’t flirt with her or look her over- he was a grown man. In his eyes she was probably just some kid.

--

“ I appreciate that,” she said to him, her brown eyes melting just a bit before she stood. Sirius watched her go and let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

 He didn’t know why she made him nervous, maybe it was the fact he didn’t trust her. She did kind of show up out of nowhere and had an almost nonexistent past.

Sirius had said those things to her in an attempt to get her to open up to him, to trust him, so he in turn could learn more about her. That had been his intention, but the fact his heart skipped a beat when he laid his hand on top of hers was a shock.

Did he find (y/l/n) beautiful, yes. Was she funny, yeah sure. Was she quite possibly his ideal woman, sure maybe.

Gray eyes slid across the old oak table and to the rim of her wine glass where her dark lipstick made an impression on the crystal.

Sirius shut his eyes and groaned.

“Fuck,”

---

a/n: lemme know if you guys are interested in another part.

[amortentiainmyfirewhiskey]

|in the name of fancy | (fred w. x fem reader)

requested: Can you do a Fred WeasleyxReader where they both like each other a lot but neither knows the other likes them but it super obvious to everyone. So George decides to pull some elaborate prank to get them together?

warnings: swearing

word count: 1.4k+

for: @highlyselectiveextrovert​

---

 He was living in actual hell. There wasn’t any doubt about it, this was actually hell. George watched as his brother and (y/n) picked at their food, talking about the weather in the least casual voices ever.

 George hadn’t minded at first, he actually had thought it was hilarious in the beginning when his brother would blush by (y/n) just being near. Now it just pissed him off when Fred stuttered or did something stupid, hell it was actually embarrassing.

  (y/n) wasn’t much better but when she did it at least it was some what cute, Fred just looked like a twat. He would laugh a little to hard at something small or she’d catch him off guard and his voice would crack like he was 13. It was sad.

  George shared an annoyed look with Lee and there was a silent agreement that passed between them, they needed to get the two together before they jumped off the Astronomy Tower.

---

 George and Lee flopped down on one of the Gryffindor common room’s overstuffed couches and watched the flames dance around in the fireplace.

  “ What could we even do?” asked Lee with a huff. He stared cross-eyed up at his bangs where his fingers with playing with the coils, watching with bored fascination as the curl would spring back.

  George didn’t respond right away, the cogs in his head were slowly turning as an idea blossomed in his mind, “ Bloody hell, I’m a genius!” he said jumping up.

  Lee sent him an incredulous look, “ What is it?”

  “ I’m a simple man, Lee-”

  “ Bullshit,”

  “ - and so is my plan!”

---

  (y/n) held her books closely to her chest as she made her way to the library, she was supposed to be meeting her friends so they could begin studying for their potions exam Friday. She rounded the corner but immediately halted to a stop as to not run into someone.

  She looked up and felt her stomach do a flip of excitement to see Fred, she needed to get a fucking grip for God’s sake. He was her friend first and foremost. She hadn’t been able to have a simple conversation with him in two months. Every time they ran into each other it was like she wanted to run away, crawl under a rug, and scream.

 Fred’s warm brown eyes widened the smallest bit but he seemed to gather his composure somewhat, “ Oh, hey,” he said shortly, “ Heading to the library?”

 The slight lilt in his voice went unnoticed by (y/n). She nodded her head and let out a somewhat shrill laugh by accident. She bit her tongue and fought the urge to hurl herself out the nearby window, “ Er, um, yeah,” she chuckled.

  “ Potions?”

 “ Yeah,”

 They sat in awkward silence before (y/n) spotted her friends down the hall. They stared at her with pained expressions on their faces, obviously having bared witness to her and Fred’s interaction.

 “ Oh my friends are here, I’ll see you at dinner?” she said quickly with a smile she hoped wasn’t deranged looking but cute.

 He nodded his head fervently. “ Definitely!” he said a little louder than intended.

 She sent him one more smile before meeting her friends halfway down the hall. Fred walked off in a hurry and the farther away he got from her the easier it was for him to breathe, ‘ That was fucking horrid,’ he thought to himself as he stepped into the Gryffindor common room.

 The redhead flopped down in one of the crimson chairs and dozed off, he didn’t know how long he’d been out but he was awoken by Lee bursting into the common room.

 Lee looked around frantically before his eyes landed on Fred. He charged toward him and Fred held up his hands, “ What the hell are you on, Lee?!” he shouted.

 Lee stopped right in front of him, his chest was heaving and little beads of sweat ran down his forehead, “ I-It’s (y/n),” he wheezed.

 Fred jumped out of his chair and pulled Lee upright, “ What is it, what happened, is she okay?!” he asked frantically.

 Lee coughed and nodded before clearing his throat, “ Peeves locked her in a broom closet and I couldn’t get it open,”

 Fred sprinted into action with Lee hot on his heels, “ Why didn’t you get a teacher?!” he barked behind him.

 Lee scoffed, “Oi! Where the hell is any adult when you actually need them?!”

 Fred ignored his friend who caught up to him and led the way.

---

 George lingered behind a large stone pillar, watching as (y/n) and her friends left the library. After exchanging goodbyes (y/n) turned the opposite toward George.

  George to a few steps back, held his breath and spritzed water on his face. He then began running, almost plowing over an unsuspecting (y/n).

 “ (y/n)!” he gasped, “ I need your help, It’s Fr-Fred!”

 The (y/h/c)’s eyes widened before throwing her stuff down, “ Well c’mon, show me where!” she yelled shoving the redhead in his chest, telling him to get a move on.

 George turned around and explained to her how Peeve’s had shoved Fred in a closet and no matter what spell he used he couldn’t get him out. (y/n)’s face was panic stricken and George had to refrain from letting out an evil laugh.

 He was sure he was the smartest person alive.

 When they got to the broom closet (y/n) immediately took out her wand but was thrown off guard when George snatched it from and her and shoved her in the closet, “ GEORGE WHAT THE HELL-,” She didn’t get to finish before he slammed the door shut.

 George’s smile could have put the Grinch to shame and from behind a wall he heard Lee snicker. Lee stepped out from his hiding place, made eye contact with George and that was all it took for the two to let out the most diabolical laughs.

 ---

“ GEORGE WHAT THE HELL-!”

 He slammed the door in her face and it was suddenly pitch black, “ (y/n)?” asked a familiar voice. The person casted Lumos and she was met with the face of one Fred Weasley.

 “ Oh my God, Fred,” she sighed in relief, “ You’re alright then?”

 Fred sent her a questioning look, “ Why wouldn’t I be?”

 (y/n) opened her mouth to speak but then their predicament made her throat tighten, “ Uhmm,”

 She basically ignored him and turned back to the door and struggled with the nob, “ George you bastard!” she screamed at the door.

 Fred chuckled, “ Can you blame them?” he asked before sitting down on a box, “ We have been pretty repulsive,”

 (y/n) spun around looking affronted, “ How?!”

 Fred sent her a knowing look, “ I fancy you, (y/n),” he said quietly.

 The girl in question heart dropped to her ass and her face felt like it was going to melt off, “ Oh!” she said dumbly,

 Fred tilted his head slightly and rested his face on fist, “ Would I be crazy to assume you feel the same?”

 Oh God she was going to explode. This was the day she was going to die. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and her stomach churned with anticipation and fear, “ I. . . I do,”

 There she said it, she admitted it, now what?”

 The two teenagers stared at one another for a moment before Fred stood looking down at her, “ Can. . . Can I kiss you?” he all but whispered.

 Of all the times she thought about kissing Fred it hadn’t been in a moldy broom closet, but hell who cares?

 She fought back a smile before nodding. (y/n) allowed him to put a hand at the back of her neck and the other on the small of her back. He swooped down and caught her lips in a desperate kiss that took her breath away.

 Her arms came up and wrapped around his neck as she pushed herself into him more. The kiss wasn’t intense, if anything it was what a first kiss should be.

Sweet, hesitant, and curious.

After a moment they pulled apart. Both were a little out of breath but stupid smiles rested on their faces.

“ So. . . what should we do to Lee and George?” she asked, placing a hand on his forearm.

 There was a devious glint in Fred’s eyes, “ Not sure, “ he began, “ After all, it was in the name of fancy,”

--

 a/n: new account, old one is @themissinghippogriff​

also sorry this took so long, i was depressed real hard