I write oneshots and fanfics to practice my writing (and also because I love it). I hope to publish a book one day, so using fanfics to practice writing is ideal for me, as the world-building and characters are already finished and ready for me to write about!
I also write longer fics with multiple chapters on wattpad, my name’s Gryffinclaw-Imagines there as well:)
My requests are always open, and I’ll write for most characters, though please specify the reader insert (I normally write Y/n to be female since I am, but I would love to write a reader that is nonbinary, male, or anything else).
And if you have any interesting topics you want my opinion on, my inbox is also always open!
Here’s some info I think you need to know about me:
My pronouns are she/her
I’m 19
I am totally in love with George Weasley and Remus Lupin (even though I also ship wolfstar lol)
This is an LGBTQ+ safe profile, any hate will be deleted.
Summary: That bloody potions essay has you stumped! So much so, that Remus has offered to spend his Saturday helping you with it instead of going to Hogsmeade. Which, in itself, isn’t all that bad...
Warnings: Nothing, just pure fluff
A/n: Can you tell I love everything snow and wintery by this???
PLEASE DON’T COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED;)
"I guess I just can’t see why it makes a difference...” You confessed, your nose buried deep within the pages of your potions book. “Well, lacewing flies make the potion a lot more powerful.” Remus replied calmly, his patience astounding you. You would’ve given up on yourself if you were in his position.
“Ugh... Christmas break can’t come soon enough!” You exclaimed, closing the book. A silence fell upon you for a moment, and you noticed just how empty the library was. Everyone was at Hogsmeade, enjoying themselves, drinking hot chocolate, maybe even enjoying a hot meal at The Three Broomsticks. “Thank you for helping me, Rem.” You looked him in the eyes, trying to convey just how grateful you were. “No problem, Y/n. I’ll always help you if you need it.” The boy gave you a sincere look, making you blush (just a tiny bit), before grabbing a book from the table.
“Here,” he handed it to you, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. “Chapter 17.” You opened the book, but the words seemed unreadable, your mind somewhere else. You felt childish for getting so caught up on a single touch, but you couldn’t help it. Since fourth year, this boy had been making your stomach flutter with excitement. The simplest things could set it off, and you were quite tired of it by now, if you had to be honest. You were not tired of Remus, you could never be. However, you were tired of longing, tired of staring at him for too long, and tired of your expectations. You’d liked him since fourth year, and now, two years later, you figured it was too late. If he liked you too, surely something would’ve happened by now.
“Lacewing flies not only give the potion its significant shimmer, but they also increase the potion’s effect by 72%, as opposed to the cheaper replacement; rosewing beetles.” You read, finally able to concentrate. “That’s a good point to add,” Remus nodded, pushing your essay towards you. It was almost done, but you didn’t feel confident about it. “I’ll write it down, then.” You reached for the ink, sighing.
“What’s wrong?” Remus asked, his brows arching. “I just feel bad for making you stay here with me...” You confessed, writing a phrase on your parchment. “Hey, you didn’t make me do anything. I chose to help you myself.” He took your hand, making you look at him.
“If you ask me,” he continued. “It’s 100% worth-” “LOOK!” You exclaimed loudly, pointing at the window behind him, earning you a somewhat aggressive shush from Madam Pince. “It’s snowing!” You whispered, smiling brightly at the boy in front of you. “We need to go outside! Get your coat!”
“But what about your essay?” He asked while you were already putting everything away. “It’s fine! It’s almost done anyways. Get your coat, Rem, we’ll meet in the courtyard!” And off you were, parchment in hand, running off to your common room to get your coat. You were too excited to notice his wholesome smile and corresponding blush as he watched you run off.
***
The sharp cold hit you as soon as you stepped outside, making your cheeks glow as you buried your chin further into your scarf. The courtyard was dead silent, and it seemed abandoned, making it look magical in a non-wizard way. You strolled over to the fountain and let your fingers run over the light coat of frost on the ice cold stone, before sitting down on its ledge. The calm seemed to hit you in a way nothing else could, potion’s essay forgotten. You’d definitely made the right choice to abandon your homework and enjoy the snow. It was one of your favourite things. Winter with snow. Winter without snow was just plain gray. Boring. Winter with snow, however, awakened a feeling in you like no other. It felt special as it always seemed to bring an opportunity for making memories. The nostalgic feeling reminded you of your childhood, playing in the snow with your family, building snowmen, drinking hot cocoa after a long day outside, the feeling of warmth coming back to your fingers once you held a warm mug in your hands a vivid memory. You toyed with the end of your scarf, deep in thought. Not for long however, as something cold and soft hit your shoulder, making you shriek in surprise before turning around.
“Remus, I’ll get you back for that!” You yelled as you saw who’d thrown the snowball. “Oi, everything’s fair in snow and war!” He replied, already taking cover behind a bush. You laughed before gathering a great amount of snow in your hands and throwing it at him, missing by a few inches. “Was that the best you’ve got?” He teased before throwing another snowball, also missing. “Well, you’re not that good yourself!” You answered as you turned to watch where the ball would land. “Rule number one,” Remus began, making you turn back around. “Always have a tactic.” He stated smugly while throwing another snowball, hitting you smack on the left shoulder.
“Ok, that’s it!” You let out before charging at the bush where Remus had taken cover, making him flee from his hiding place. He was fast. A little faster than you, always a couple steps ahead, leading the two of you out of the courtyard and a little of the way towards the great lake. You had to think of a plan. This wouldn’t go well for you if your plan depended on catching up to him somehow. So you came up with another idea as you spotted a giant soft pile of snow, practically calling your name. You ran over to it, calling out for Remus.
“Ouch, Rem! I think I sprained my ankle!” The words made him stop running to come help you out, exactly as you’d hoped. “Which one? Let me see… Can you walk?” He sounded genuinely worried, and for a second you felt bad for tricking him, but your mischievous side got the better of you. “Yea, it’s right here…” You pretended to bend down a bit before grabbing his coat and pulling him down with you, right into the pile of snow.
“Hey!” He exclaimed, followed up by laughter. “You cheat!” He turned to look at you, and you couldn’t help but taking a split-second to take him in. Pink cheeks and nose, golden curls peeking out from underneath his knit beanie, a couple of snowflakes stuck in his hair. “Everything’s fair in snow and war.” You replied, shrugging the best to your abilities while lying down. He let out a warm chuckle before sitting up and looking towards the lake, gesturing for you to do the same.
The view was simply stunning. A snowy landscape like you’d never seen it before… or rather, like you’d never noticed it before. The sun was beginning to set, shining down onto the untouched snow through a hole in the clouds. It glittered and glimmered, once again reminding you of that wintery magic you’d felt a whisp of earlier. It was as if nature had conjured up the glittering snow, just for the sake of it. Just for you. It was mesmerising.
“My mum used to tell me that the glittery snow was fairy dust.” Remus suddenly confessed in a soft whisper as if not to disturb the beauty. “It sort of is, don’t you think?” You replied, happy that he saw the magic too. “Yea.” He simply agreed, enjoying the view just as you, readjusting his position to be closer to you.
Neither one of you mentioned the way his pinky lay on top of yours, curling around it softly.
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Summary: Y/n sneaks out of the dorm to enjoy an early morning outside. Of course, she ends up running into a certain Weasley.
Warnings: None I’d say, just pure fluff
A/n: I just really like writing for George at the moment:)
PLEASE DON’T COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED;)
Airy rays of sunlight shone through the dorm windows and made their way through the half-open curtains of your bed, grazing your eyelids, waking you up. You stretched before looking at your alarm. It was only 6:46 AM, yet you weren't tired at all. Normally you hated getting up early, especially on Sundays like this one where you could sleep in, but there was something about this morning that made you all energized. Maybe because you were so close to the summer holiday, you could practically taste it, or maybe because today was just one of those early mornings where everything is calm, waiting for the day to begin.
You tiptoed from your bed to the window, careful not to wake up your roommates, the floor cold on your bare feet. Outside, the sun was almost up, and you swore you could see the fresh dew on the grass of the courtyard, all the way down to the Great Lake. It looked like a light blanket of glimmer, untouched and ethereal, somehow. Opening the window slowly, the fresh air hit you and you felt as if it was pulling you outside. You simply had to take a walk, to be the first one outside, to enjoy the bliss of something that seemed so incredibly rare these days, with your exams and everything weighing you down, stealing your every free minute. You took a deep breath in, closing your eyes for a moment, while stepping back and closing the window, before heading down to the Gryffindor common room, wearing nothing but your night gown and a pair of slippers.
As soon as you'd reached the bottom of the staircase, you were greeted by a groggy, hoarse, voice that you recognised almost immediately. "Morning, Y/n", the ginger haired twin was sitting in what you knew to be his favourite armchair in all of Hogwarts. He was leaning against one armrest, his long legs slung over the other one, wearing his pyjamas that consisted of a pair of long gingham pants and his Weasley jumper that his mum had knitted him. "Hey, George." You greeted back, eyeing the big yellow G on his chest, jealous that you'd probably never get a Weasley jumper of your own. In you opinion, they were the best most cosy jumpers in the world, though George always complained about how scratchy it was. "I assume you couldn't sleep either?" He asked, running a tired hand through his tousled hair. You simply shook your head as a reply. "I was about to sneak outside actually; the weather just looks too inviting. D'you want to join me?" You asked, already making your way towards the portrait. Instead of replying, George got up from the armchair and followed you out, closing the portrait behind the two of you.
Neither one of you spoke a word while walking. Partially because you didn't want to wake up the portraits, partially because neither one of you had anything to say. It wasn't until you were outside that you dared look up at his face. You could see his breaths as tiny clouds, and you could see the tiredness slowly leaving his brown eyes. You hadn't been alone with him for a long time. Not since you decided to distance yourself from him, anyways. You'd liked him for a long time and seeing him every day didn't exactly help. You'd hung out with him enough with all your friends to notice the way he looked at Angelina, to notice the way he was so easy-going around her, to notice the way he was so silent around you. It hurt too much, so much that you felt it was affecting your friendship. You somehow couldn't talk to him about anything deep, like you used to when you were younger and stayed up till midnight in the Burrow. So, you'd decided to distance yourself, hoping to somehow calm your feelings for him, hoping to get things back to normal. Though there was something about this morning that made you not care. You simply wanted to see him as your friend, George, this morning, nothing else. He was just George. And you could talk to George just like you talked to everybody else.
"We could go down to the old tree by the lake, if you want to." You suggested, sending him a content smile. You liked to think of the tree as an old friend of yours. Always there at the shore, never changing. It was there when you first introduced yourself to George and his brother Fred, it was there when you decided to step back from George, it had been there every moment between, and it was there now. "Sure." George simply replied, walking a bit faster now, aiming for the Great Lake. It was silent again, and you could hear every step you took in the grass, your slippers and legs getting wet from the dew. You felt as if you were supposed to say something, as if you were supposed to be interesting, but you didn't know what or how. Luckily, George said something for you. "I feel like we never speak anymore..." You sighed. That wasn't exactly what you'd hoped he'd say. You didn't know whether to be relieved though, as you hoped George hadn't noticed your fallout, but it was still nice that he had. Somehow it was a reassurance that you were important to him, it didn't matter whether it was as a friend or more. "I know..." You let out, keeping your gaze focused on the tree in the distance, getting closer and closer.
"I just-" He continued once you'd both sat down by the tree. "I'm just afraid that I've done anything to upset you, that's all." He looked down, toying with the hem of his pants. "No!" You exclaimed in a loud whisper, almost placing a hand on his shoulder. "You could never upset me, George." At that, the Weasley turned to look at you, his eyes seeking reassurance. "I've- I've just been very occupied with the OWLs... I'm sorry..." You lied, but it was better than telling him the truth. "It's fine, you don't have to apologise. I've just missed you." He shrugged, carefully leaning his head on your shoulder. You froze for a minute, as if a delicate bird had just landed on you, afraid that even breathing would make it fly away. Silence filled the air again, but this time it was more calm, less busy. You stared at the lake, the small waves reflecting the orangey light of the sky, making it look like a phoenix's nest. Golden and fiery.
"This is nice." George let out in a sigh, cuddling even closer to you. "I promise I'll try to make more time for you." You spoke solemnly, as if vowing to never distance yourself from him again. What had you been thinking? Whether he liked Angelina or not, he was your friend. You could never do without him. "Remember when Fred accidentally burnt my cards for Exploding Snap, and I ran down here?" George simply began, not replying to your promise. "You were sitting right where we are now, your nose stuck in a book." You let out a small laugh at the memory. George had been so mad at Fred, he simply refused to speak to him. "Remember how I wouldn't talk to Fred? And how you had to get him and help us make up?" "Yeah, I remember." You smiled, it seemed so long ago. Had it been in your third or fourth year?
"That was when I started liking you." George confessed, but he spoke so calmly and with no emotions that you were sure you'd misheard. "What, you didn't like me before? I thought we'd been friends since our first year?" You joked nervously, making George lift his head from your shoulder to look you in the eyes. "Of course, we were. I meant that that was when I started to like like you." Hearing the confirmation of your suspicions made electricity and excitement surge through your body. You didn't quite know how to respond to that, except to ask one question: "When did you stop liking me?"
Silence, then a long sigh. “I suppose I never did…” He looked down, as if he couldn’t believe he’d just told you that, yet you couldn’t help but smile. Laugh, even. “What- what’s so funny?” He asked, visibly nervous but still smiling as if your laughter was contagious. “I really don’t know,” you started, taking a deep breath to stop laughing. “I guess it’s just because I’ve liked you for the longest time, and I was convinced you liked Angelina, but here you are, telling me you like me!” You spoke loudly, excitedly. “I guess I’m laughing because I don’t quite believe it?” George let out a breath he’d been holding, now laughing as well. “Angelina? How could you ever think that?” He looked you into the eyes again, content etched across his features. “You were just so silent with me compared to her, but I guess it makes sense.” A flicker of bravery in your mind made you reach out and lay your hand on top of his, which you instantly regretted. “Godric, forgive me for being shy around the girl I like.” He joked, and just as you were about to move your hand away from his, he intertwined your fingers with his, making you feel how warm his hands were. It was a nice sort of warm. It wasn’t clammy or uncomfortable in any way, just warm. Just like the warmth of your duvet on frosty winter mornings that always made you want to stay in bed, or as warm as sitting in front of a fireplace enjoying a cup of hot chocolate. “Besides,” George continued. “I wouldn’t dare like the same girl as Fred. He’d kill me.” You smiled, the fuzzy feeling in your stomach only getting reinforced by the news that Fred liked Angelina. They’d be a cute couple.
Laughter, then silence. It had been a good decision to take a walk. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were. George liked you. Another smile crept onto your face as you cuddled against George, the nervousness from before gone. “I love how cosy your jumper is.” You announced, leaning even closer to him, if possible. “Yeah?” George put his hands around you in a hug. “I’m sure that if I ask my mum, she’ll make you one.” “Really?”
“On one condition, you’d have to be my girlfriend first.”
@deepwaterwritingprompts Thank you so much for creating this fantastic prompt in response to my request! I love it, and enjoyed writing it very much.
Note: “A Travelling Man” is a companion piece to “The Night Gentlemen”, which was also a Deepwater prompt response and can be read here, and “Betty’s Diner” which is available exclusively on my Patreon page. There’s no need to read the others to understand this one, but they all take place in the same universe.
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A train station is a place that isn’t a place, if you know what I mean. It’s a place that’s on the way to plenty of places, but is never the destination of any journey. It’s a place where no-one stays, and everyone passes through.
And some stations are more between than others.
I spent a lot of time in train stations, when I was a travelling man, selling door to door. And when I got sick, and couldn’t work any more, I still hung around them. I like them. I like the noise and the bustle when the trains come in, and the quieter spells between. I like the feeling of still being connected to the world, even now.
Some of the porters tried to hustle me on, when I started spending my days just sitting on a bench at the station, but there was a nice older fellow who told them to stop. “He used to be a travelling man,” he said, his slow accented speech making it sound portentous. “He misses the trains. Let him stay.” He’d stop and chat to me sometimes, between trains, and we’d talk about the history of the railroad and the nature of what he called ‘a between place’.
I didn’t know where his accent came from, and never asked. “Call me Ticker, everyone does,” he said when I asked his name, and he never asked me mine. Just called me ‘friend’, which I liked. Anonymity and friendship together, that felt right, for two men who paused for a while in a between place.
I don’t know when I started to see… more. I suspect I’d been seeing for a while, without realizing it. But I remember when I realized it.
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Summary: Alternate universe in which every student at Hogwarts has a soulmate. Whatever you write or draw on your skin with ink, will appear on theirs as well.
Warnings: None, I think. Drawing on your hand? Oh, and mentioning of eating a lot and being very hungry.
A/n: So, I just really felt like writing this:) Also, sorry for the bad quality lol, I’m writing this at 3 am.
PLEASE DON’T COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED;)
Good morning<3
You kept looking at the words on your wrist. The ink wasn’t even dry yet, and you were already waiting for a reply. Ever since your 16th birthday, you and your soulmate had been writing back and forth constantly. At the end of the day your arms would look like the pages in a book, with loads of messages on them.
You loved doing it, yet you didn’t know much about them. You knew your soulmate was from a big family, and you knew he was a guy.
Sometimes you hated this whole soulmate thing, because no matter how much you tried, you couldn’t write your name or any adresses, making it very hard to find your soulmate.
You sighed and decided to scribble a few more words before going to breakfast in the great hall.
Will I see you at breakfast?
With that, you pulled your sleeve down to cover the writing, and went to meet your best friend, Angelina Johnson, in the common room.
***
The drawling, monotone voice of Professor Binns had already lulled half your class to sleep. You hated his classes more than anything. Well, not anything. Professor Snape’s classes were way worse. However, this class was about to get a lot better as you pulled up your sleeve to reveal a reply from your soulmate.
No you didn’t... My brother wanted me to help with something so we missed breakfast. I am starving.
You let out a silent chuckle before dipping your quill in ink and writing:
I’d rather be starving than bored to death. Professor Binns’ classes sure are tiring.
- Tell me about it. But I promise, it’s about to get a lot more interesting:)
You didn’t have time to reply before blue smoke came from under Professor Binns’ desk. It spread, making everyone unable to see anything, forcing the professor to cancel today’s class to get it under control.
How did you know that was going to happen?
You asked, as soon as you were back in your dorm.
- I was the one behind it.
My hero!
You joked, right about to write more when Angelina burst through the door.
“Can you believe it?!” She looked absolutely ecstatic. “How lucky are we to get out of History of Magic!” She threw herself on her bed, enjoying her newly found freedom. “And we can thank the twins for that!”
“Fred and George?” You asked, a feeling of excitement spreading in your stomach. “Yeah!” The answer made you smile. Your soulmate claimed to be the one behind it, so your soulmate must either be Fred or George. Which wasn’t half bad. You were already good friends with both of them. But how were you going to find out which one was your soulmate?
Just like that, an idea popped into your head. An idea you were sure your soulmate would love.
***
- Lunch! You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.
My guess would be since breakfast?
- Ha ha. You’re funny. If you want to find me, look for the person stuffing their face with pies.
I don’t have to. I’ll just look for the person with a crazy mustache.
- What?
Look in a mirror. Some of my best work, I’d say:)
With that, you thanked the universe for the existence of makeup, before you went down to the Great Hall.
***
“Where are the twins?” You asked Angelina as the two of you sat down at the Gryffindor table. “I don’t know...” She shrugged, grabbing a plate. “Oh, for Merlin’s sake.” You exclaimed, already rolling up your sleeve.
- You think I don’t know how to wash off ink? Be careful, I’ll get my revenge:)
You laughed. What was he going to do? He couldn’t draw another mustache as you’d put on foundation under your nose. “Uhm... Y/n?” Angelina pointed at your cheek with her fork. “You’ve got some ink on your face.” She smiled, knowing that it was probably your soulmate. You sighed, got up from your table and went back to your common room.
Once in the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror. He had drawn a golden snitch on your cheek, one of its wings going over your nose to the other side.
How do you wash off ink?!
You scribbled desperately, hoping your soulmate would want to help you.
- Rubbing alcohol.
Was the simple reply. You sighed, you didn’t exactly have rubbing alcohol just lying around in your dorm. But you did have ink. Or well, Angelina had ink. You figured she wouldn’t mind if you borrowed some, so you went over to her bed. There it was, on top of her wardrobe.
You stretched to reach it, barely touching it with your fingertips. You struggled to get it down, but once you had it in your hand, nothing could go wrong. Or so you thought. Apparently, the inkwell didn’t have a lid, so the yank to get the inkwell into your hands, made the ink spill. All. Over. You.
You let out a frustrated grunt, putting the inkwell down on Angelina’s nightstand. This was not fair.
- Ha! Karma? Do you have any rubbing alcohol?
You laughed a tiny bit before replying.
No, I do not. I guess I’ll have to go to lunch with ink all over my face.
- I could also just remove it, though I don’t think I have enough rubbing alcohol... Hey! I guess today’s the day we find each other! I’ll be the one with a huge splotch of ink on my face:)
You smiled to yourself, happy with how it turned out, before exiting your dorm room, trying to look somewhat acceptable. You walked down the stairs, fixing your tie a bit, not looking where you were going.
“It’s you.”
The familiar voice made you look up. There, in the middle of the empty common room you found George Weasley. George Weasley, with an identical snitch across his face, and the exact same splotch of ink next to it.
You didn’t know what to do, you were just kind of frozen. George Weasley was your soulmate. He walked towards you, reaching out his hand for you to take.
“What a beautiful snitch you have on your face.” He joked as you took his hand. “You should know, you drew it.” You commented before going in for a hug.
“You have no idea how happy I am to be your soulmate.”
“I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out!” George said, letting go of you again. “I kind of knew.” You confessed, fidgeting with his hand. “But only since this morning!”
You smiled as he intertwined your fingers. This would be a great story to tell your friends. “Can we please go down to the Great Hall now?” George pleaded, already pulling on your hand to make you follow him. “I still haven’t eaten anything.”
“Of course.” You agreed, following after him, head in the clouds.
Summary: April 1st is always a hard day for Minerva. As head of the most rebellious house at Hogwarts, she was always a target of many, many pranks. Though this year, someone’s here to comfort her.
Warnings: Smoking
A/n: I tried my best:) - Septima
PLEASE DON’T COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED;)
Minerva was never one to cry. And she'd be damned if she did it this time. Though she couldn't help but feel a little exhausted and maybe even a little sad about how disrespectful students were nowadays. It was April 1st, it wasn't even noon yet, and Minerva had already been the target of many pranks. Normally, she'd been able to keep control of the situation, but April Fool’s day was the one day a year where the students were braver than ever. It was also the single day with the most detentions given.
Minerva was standing outside the great hall, leaned against the wall, smoking. Her fingers delicately fidgeted with her 1950's cigarette holder, as she sighed deeply.
It had been an exhausting few morning-lessons. She had already had about three mini explosions, two stink bombs, several muggle pranking devices, and one hair colouring potion slipped into her morning coffee. The 20 minute break between lessons gave her a chance to slip away from her desk in her classroom (where she was an easy target), and get a break from it all. At least for now. In about 15 minutes, she'd have to put on a strict face and endure the next lessons before lunch.
"Hiding, are we?" A soft voice came from the door. "I envy you." Minerva joked as Albus came closer. "Why would such a lovely lady, envy a boring professor like me?" He chuckled as he lit up his pipe.
"Must I remind you that I too, am a professor?" Albus smiled at her remark.
"Now tell me," he started. "Why are you hiding?"
"Why do you think?" Minerva sounded like she'd given up. "It's April Fool’s day, and of course all the students decided that I am their ideal target."
Albus lightly put his arm around Minerva. "Don't be sad... You're strong! What can a couple of students do?" He squeezed her shoulder a bit. "It's just exhausting." Minerva sighed. "They keep getting more and more daring. Wild, even."
Suddenly, Albus laughed. "Did I say something funny?" Minerva asked.
"Actually, my dear, you did."
For a second, Minerva was offended. Until Albus continued; "Must I remind you that you too, used to be a daring student?"
At this, Minerva blushed. He was right wasn't he? She used to love pulling a tiny prank here and there. Merlin, since when had she become so strict?
"I guess you're right..." She smiled.
"I have to get back inside. But meet me for tea later, yeah?" Albus smiled too as Minerva nodded.
He softly hugged Minerva from the side which, to be honest, made shivers run down her spine, as he whispered; "And you could just hex them if you want to. You've got the headmaster's approval."
Then, Albus let go of a very flustered Minerva and headed towards the door.
"Oh, and the password for my office is sherbet cherry ."
"W-Why did you change it?"
"One can never be safe enough when it's April Fool’s Day." He smiled with a wink before getting inside again.
Minerva sighed, butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't wait to get some tea with Albus.
Requested: Another anonymous request from Wattpad:)
Summary: After an exciting quidditch game, Ginny and Luna decide to hang out at The Three Broomsticks
Warnings: None, I think.
A/n: I tried my best, it’s actually one of the first fics I’m okay proud of:)
PLEASE DON’T COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED;)
"And that officially ends this outstanding game of quidditch, with Gryffindor beating those nasty Slytherins by 260 points to 130." Lee Jordan was over the moon for the victory, as he was reminded to keep it neutral by Professor McGonagall, once again.
Luna had seen the game with Neville, but he had to go help Professor Sprout with a couple of plants right after the match had ended. Now, Luna was standing in the middle of the empty field, waiting for her best friend, Ginny, to finish up in the locker room where they were probably given a praise for their perfect work today.
The girl felt a spark of joy as she saw the redhead get out onto the field and towards her. She was still in her quidditch robes with her broom held tightly in her left hand.
"We did it Luna! We won! And if it keeps going as well as today, we'll win the house cup for sure!" Ginny's proud smile was reaching all the way up to her ears, as she spoke.
"Oh definitely." Luna added softly. "But I was a bit worried."
"Worried? Why?" Curiosity etched it's way through Ginny's freckles.
"When I hadn't seen the snitch in a long time, I thought that the Nargles might've stolen it. They're expert thieves, you know." Luna spoke seriously, causing Ginny's newly formed grin to turn into a small laugh. "Well thank god it didn't!" She replied.
Luna looked into her brown eyes and saw a flicker of amusement which made her smile.
"I like your laugh." She stated solemnly, which made Ginny blush almost as bright as her flaming red hair.
"Would you like to go get some butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks? I just have to get changed first." Ginny asked, changing the subject.
"Sure, I just hope it isn't full of Wrackspurts." The blonde answered genuinely.
"Merlin you're amazing." Ginny smiled, and before she could stop herself, she found herself kissing Luna on the cheek.
Full of excitement and adrenaline from doing such a thing, Ginny quickly turned around and walked towards the locker room, hiding her flushed cheeks to the best of her ability.
She left Luna standing on the field, one hand softly tracing the spot where Ginny had placed her lips a moment ago.
***
The two girls were sitting in a booth at The Three Broomsticks, enjoying their butterbeer.
Ginny was debating whether or not to mention the kiss on the field, as she was silently sipping on her drink.
"Ginny?" Luna's voice snapped Ginny out of her thoughts.
"Huh?"
"You haven't said anything in ten minutes..."
"I'm sorry... It's just..." Aaaaand of course Ginny's reckless side had won the debate. What happened, happened.
"I like you."
"Of course, I like you too!" Luna said innocently. Her voice light as a feather.
"No, Luna. I like, like you." Ginny could feel her cheeks get redder and redder, as the words left her lips.
"Was that why you kissed me on the cheek?"
Big blue eyes found Ginny's brown ones as Luna asked the daring question.
"Yes... I'm sorry... I guess I got caught up in the moment... haha..." Ginny tried, and failed, to laugh it off.
A silence filled their booth. It was awkward. Ginny felt like she was burning up from inside as she looked at Luna's calm expression. It was too much. She was debating whether to leave or to stay, as she tried to bury her face in her red hair.
Nothing was said for several minutes.
"So how come you kissed me on the cheek and not on my mouth then?"
Ginny's head popped right up, looking into Luna's eyes. Astonishment on her face.
"I would have liked a kiss on the lips much more!" Luna took a sip of her butterbeer, her honesty reflected in her eyes.
"You... uhm... you sure?"
"Uh huh." The blonde nodded genuinely.
Ginny tried to get out an answer, but as she was still suffering from speechlessness, the only thing she could get out was: "You've... uuuh... You've got some foam on your upper lip..."
It wasn't usually like her to be so shy. But no one had prepared her for Luna to actually like her back.
Deciding to grasp the opportunity, Ginny got herself together and blurted out: "Let me get it off for you!"
Dammit... She sounded way to eager. There was no way Luna would want to ever talk to her again. "Sure, go ahead."
To Ginnys surprise, the blonde girl closed her eyes and stuck her head towards the Weasley.
Seconds felt like hours as Ginny slowly put her hands on Luna's shoulders, leaned in, and placed her lips on the spot where the foam from the butterbeer was.
Luna's lips felt nice on her own. As if they were made for each other. Ginny started to move her lips, trying to find a rhythm, as she felt Luna's hands on her waist. Their lips played with each other, sucking a bit and Ginny even felt Luna bite her lip gently. Small moans erupted from the two of them, as they kept going on until they'd run out of air.
As they pulled apart, it was only the two of them. Comfortable eye contact made sure that the noise and business of The Three Broomsticks went unheard. It was like they were in their own little bubble.
Luna leant in, kissing Ginny again, both longing for more.
Summary: Just a cute little oneshot set during Christmas, nothing special.
Warnings: Smoking
A/n: I don’t really ship them, but I tried my best:)
PLEASE DON’T COPY OR STEAL MY WORK. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED;)
Minerva McGonagall was standing outside the great hall, enjoying a cigarette with her 1950's cigarette holder, listening to the muffled music coming from the Christmas feast.
Another year was over, and she couldn't be happier about the results. Her students had learned so much! The few students who chose to stay over during Christmas break were still inside with the other teachers.
While Minerva stood outside in the cold, smoking, thinking, she was listening to the muffled music coming from the great hall. Classic Albus, she thought to herself. He had gotten her to transfigure several blind mice into musical instruments, just so they could play 'Frosty the Snowman'. If it were up to Minerva, she would have chosen 'Joy to the World'.
"Ahhh, I find Frosty the Snowman to be quite entertaining... It makes me want to skip along the road in joy." A calm voice sounded from behind Minerva.
"You heard that didn't you, Albus?" Minerva puffed at her cigarette once before continuing. "I guess I was thinking aloud again, wasn't I?"
Albus walked closer to her, pulling out his old, wooden, pipe. "Indeed, you were." The Professor stuffed his pipe before lighting it with a simple incantation. "You should do it more often, I'd like to know what's going on in your head sometimes." He sent her a wise smile, not expecting a reply. However, he did get one. "I could tell you the same, Albus."
Minerva smiled right back at him. Genuinely.
"Well," Albus mulled over something for a few seconds before saying; "I'd like to dance right now." Minerva only gave a small tsk. "Wouldn't you?" Albus asked again, reaching out for her hand.
"Aren't you courageous." Minerva added in a teasing tone before puffing at her cigarette one last time. She then, proceeded to grab Albus' hand and putting out her cigarette.
"Listen to the music." The man simply commented before twirling Minerva around, elegantly in the snow.
That was how Minerva McGonagall now found herself in the arms of Albus Dumbledore, dancing to Frosty the Snowman, looking up into his wise, shining eyes.
Summary: Harry and Ginny spend some quality time at the burrow
Warnings: None, I think
A/n: Someone requested a Harry x Ginny fic, so here it is! Not my best work, but I figured I’d post it anyways! Enjoy!
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It was summer, and Harry Potter was once again staying at the burrow.
He didn't mind staying there. Actually, he rather enjoyed it. For more than one reason.
First, it was much better than Privet Drive... Second, he would be staying with his best friend.
Third, he would get to enjoy Molly's amazing cooking!
And lastly, Harry would get to spend all summer with his newly found love.
Ginny Weasley.
***
They were sat on the couch, cuddling, when the now one-eared George Weasley came strolling by. "Oi, watch out with the PDA!" He exclaimed, causing Ginny to momentarily get up from the couch to hit him.
"Ouch!" George laughed it off. "What. do. you. want. George." Ginny fiercely asked.
That was one thing Harry had to get used to. Ever since they came home from Hogwarts, Ron had told the entire family about the two of them. Molly had been ecstatic, while Arthur chuckled like he already knew. The twins had by far been the worst... They didn't get mad or anything. Actually, they just laughed it off... But they kept messing with them, making teasing comments whenever they saw the couple.
"Mum wanted me to ask you if you wanted to join us, buying the last stuff for Bill and Fleur's wedding in four days." The twin casually asked. "No, we're good..." Harry finally, although awkwardly, said something. Though he probably didn't have to. It looked like Ginny had it all under control. "You sure?" George piped up again. "You'd be all alone... oop... that's what you want isn't it?"
At the last comment, George rushed away, laughing, before Ginny had time to react.
"Someday I'll get him." She said jokingly, but serious.
***
"Goodbye darlings!" Molly cheerily rushed everyone out of the door. "And you two," she looked sternly at Harry and Ginny. "No canoodling while we're gone."
Then she closed the door behind her and the couple was all alone.
"What d'you wanna do?" Harry tried to sound chill. Although he definitely wasn't. "What about quidditch?"
Ginny nodded before heading out the door yelling; "I call the good broom!"
Harry sighed, he was now stuck with the old heirloom broom, that really should be in a museum... unless... maybe Harry could get the broom before Ginny!
He rushed outside, searching for Ginny in the fields. He found her too. She was sprinting towards the old shed, but Harry knew a way to slow her down.
"Ginny!" He yelled, frantically waving his arms. "What? You sound panicked?" She answered him, slightly out of breath.
"Ginny!" Harry kept yelling, confusing the, now still standing, Ginny.
"What's wrong?" She asked as Harry was a couple of feet away from her. "Nothing!" He yelled teasingly, sprinting past her.
"I'm going to get you, Potter!"
Harry had definitely misjudged Ginny's velocity as she easily catched up to him. In one jump, she managed to tackle him to the ground.
Laughing, Harry turned around beneath Ginny on the ground. "That's cheating!" He exclaimed, laughing and out of breath.
"Not if you cheated first!" Ginny answered him, straightening herself so that her head was right above his.
"Merlin save me." Harry sighed, worrying Ginny. "What? Did I hurt you?" She looked frightened at the thought.
"No you moron," Harry smiled at the redhead. "It's just... How can I argue with you when you look that gorgeous?"
Ginny blushed slightly. "Well, I don't know. How can we argue if I do this?"
She leaned in, kissing him softly on his lips.
A kiss like that could hardly be found anywhere but with Ginny. Harry was ecstatic as he kissed back gently.
This was just what Harry needed. In the middle of a war, distrust and darkness, Harry had a little peak of sunshine. Ginny Weasley.
