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Marcel Mariën - La surface nocturne, 1983

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Perfume: The Story of a Murderer (2006)

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This is how heart works <3 <3 <3

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Hello! If you are not taking requests ignore this🥺

But I have this idea for a really long time. Fred and George are fooling around and George is like “bet you can’t get the next girl that will walk trough the great hall” and it would be slytherin reader who is known as the ice queen-and now idk you can make it angsty (after getting wowed she hears about the bet) or fluffy that she would be like “I knew for a long time I was just making sure he fell for me as well”

The Bet

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☾ fred weasley x slytherin!reader

☆ word count: 1.4k

☾ summary: fred is forced to talk to y/n, the so-called ice queen of hogwarts, on a bet. coincidentally, she's also the girl he's had a crush on for years.

The bet’s rules were simple, the bet itself easy: all Fred had to do was woo the next girl to walk through the Great Hall. And there were plenty of those.

However, what neither of them expected was for the Slytherin – let alone Hogwarts - ice queen to enter the hall.

Fred was expecting a nice fifth-year to enter the hall, or even a fourth-year. The younger ones were easier to fool – both the Weasley Twins knew this as sixth-years themselves. Half, if not all, of the time they preferred to fool around with their many magical possessions and inventions rather than pay attention in lessons.

But now Y/N herself – called the ice-queen for her cold demeanor to everyone, even her friends – entered the hall, and her presence alone forced a shiver of fear to run down Fred’s spine; and not just because of her interesting reputation.

Fred turned helplessly to George, who answered the question Fred was wondering. “Yes, you still have to do it.”

George stifled a grin. “Rules are rules and a bet is a bet. Five galleons.”

“Ten now, since it’s Y/N,” Fred bargained.

His brother looked at him for a few seconds before agreeing.

Now that the stakes were higher, Fred had no choice. He hadn’t even had five galleons to begin with, but now ten? If he lost – and there was no way he could lose, he was much too prideful for that – then he’d have to scrounge up the money some way. Or worse, do whatever George wanted. He grimaced at the thought alone: George’s creativity matched Fred’s.

As Y/N crossed the Great Hall, making her way to the emerald table, Fred worked up the courage to talk to her. Walking to the Slytherin table would be difficult enough, but luckily, Y/N sat far away from Draco and his awful friends. Instead, she sat with other sixth-years – students Fred himself knew.

George elbowed Fred in the side, knocking his ribs. “You gotta do it, mate. Otherwise, dinner’ll be over soon and you’ll owe me ten Galleons.”

By this point, other Gryffindors had joined in watching Fred’s plight. Lee Jordan cheered him on in amusement, only making Fred more nervous to approach Y/N.

Not only did he have to talk to her, something he’d been trying to do for years now, but he had to do it in front of his friends. Failing at wooing Y/N would be a disaster for his ego already, but to fail in front of his friends? That’d be even worse.

Fred stood up from the table, trying to scrounge the last bits of his dignity. He ran a shaky hand through his bright red locks, deeply inhaling and exhaling. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

At that moment, he didn’t know if he would do it; he didn’t know if he could do it. But at that moment, Y/N stood up from the table, making the bet so much easier: at least now he didn't have to talk to her in front of her Slytherin peers.

He rushed after the girl, catching her by the elbow before she was able to exit the hall. “Hey.”

Y/N turned to him, her eyes burning as she looked at Fred in silence. “Hi?”

“Where are you off to?” he asked, matching her footsteps as she walked out of the Great Hall and turned to the direction of the Slytherin common room. “On a date?”

She snapped her head to him. “What? No.”

“You could be, you know,” Fred muttered, his cheeks flushing red as he cursed himself for the cheesy pick-up line. At least he was smooth with it, though. And he hadn’t mumbled yet, something that raised his confidence level.

Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Could I?”

“Yes,” Fred affirmed with the nod of his head. But the girl either didn’t get the hint – that Fred was the person she could be on a date with – or wanted him to outright say it, something that would knock his self-esteem down again. He didn’t know what game she was playing at, but he knew he still wanted to play it. No matter what.

“Me. You could be on a date with me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes – an action that made Fred’s heart drop – but let out a laugh that reverberated in the corridor that was empty except for the two of them. “I knew that, Fred.”

“Then why’d I have to say it?”

“So that I could hear you say it,” Y/N answered. She said it so casually, so nonchalantly, that Fred wondered if she even meant the words at all.

Y/N was so confusing, he realized. What did she even mean? He furrowed his eyebrows as he considered the question.

He changed the topic. “Where are we even going?”

“The Slytherin common room,” she said as they walked deeper into the dungeon. It was drafty down here, but Y/N didn’t seem to mind.

“How come you’re not back in the Great Hall at dinner?” he asked. “With your friends?” He scratched the back of his neck hesitantly, hyper-aware of his body’s movements. What should he do with his hands?

“How come you’re not?” she countered smoothly.

“Because I’m here talking to you,” said Fred. Something about Y/N, how her face was turned to him completely, how her eyes looked at him with full attention, ready to listen to whatever he had to say, made Fred want to tell her everything.

“My brother and I made a bet that I couldn’t talk to the next girl to enter the Great Hall a-and win her over,” he explained. “And it was you, which I didn’t expect. And you’re nice, which I also didn’t expect.”

Y/N let out a laugh again, which echoed in the dungeon. “How come?”

“Well, well…” Fred scratched the back of his neck again, self-conscious in her full-fledged gaze. He didn’t think he’d get this far. “Because you’re Y/N, the ice queen. You know everyone calls you that?”

“I do,” she mumbled, with the nod of her head.

“And, and you scare me. A lot. And I’m talking to you right now based on a bet, but I’ve been wanting to talk to you for years.” Fred added with a soft laugh, “Ever since Potions class, did you know?”

“I didn’t,” Y/N said. Fred stood there in front of her, sheepish as ever. There was nothing else to say, now that he’d said everything and she’d said nothing.

“Well, it doesn’t even matter,” Fred said. His cheeks burned. “You probably don’t want to be seen with a Blood traitor.”

“And you probably don’t want to be seen with a Death Eater,” Y/N countered.

“That’s a good point,” Fred smiled.

Y/N smiled back. Wider.

☆☆☆

Fred and Y/N were now the talk of Hogwarts, but no one dared to say anything bad about the new couple – not when Fred had countless tricks up his sleeve and when Y/N could freeze anyone with her icy stare.

She wasn’t as cold as she seemed, something Fred learned very quickly. Y/N warmed up to him fast, walking with him in the castle’s halls between lessons; Fred’s arm wrapped around her.

Much to everyone’s surprise, she sat with him at the Gryffindor table at dinner. Though other students stared and gawked at the new seating arrangement – something that was rare at Hogwarts – Y/N and Fred ignored them. Except for when George sat down next to Fred.

“Y/N?” he asked, filling his plate with food. “What are you doing over here?”

“Fred’s good at convincing me to do things,” she answered with a shy smile. She’d heard all about Fred’s brother, George, but hadn’t met him yet. He was always either running off, pulling pranks of his own, or busy doing something else. Scared to meet her?

“I can see that,” George said, his eyes moving from Fred to Y/N and back to Fred. “But how…?”

Both Fred and Y/N shrugged. Even they themselves didn’t know how it had all happened – them. They were complete opposites, coming from opposite sides of the wizarding world. But maybe that had brought them together, all their differences.

“You know he talked to you on a bet,” George said, his eyes flashing to Y/N’s face, waiting expectantly for her reaction.

“I do,” Y/N answered, laughing when she spotted George’s dropped jaw in surprise.

She turned to Fred, grabbing his hand and intertwining it in hers. “But it hasn’t continued as one.”

[kungfugirl8]

Hello! If you are not taking requests ignore this🥺

But I have this idea for a really long time. Fred and George are fooling around and George is like “bet you can’t get the next girl that will walk trough the great hall” and it would be slytherin reader who is known as the ice queen-and now idk you can make it angsty (after getting wowed she hears about the bet) or fluffy that she would be like “I knew for a long time I was just making sure he fell for me as well”

The Bet

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☾ fred weasley x slytherin!reader

☆ word count: 1.4k

☾ summary: fred is forced to talk to y/n, the so-called ice queen of hogwarts, on a bet. coincidentally, she's also the girl he's had a crush on for years.

The bet’s rules were simple, the bet itself easy: all Fred had to do was woo the next girl to walk through the Great Hall. And there were plenty of those.

However, what neither of them expected was for the Slytherin – let alone Hogwarts - ice queen to enter the hall.

Fred was expecting a nice fifth-year to enter the hall, or even a fourth-year. The younger ones were easier to fool – both the Weasley Twins knew this as sixth-years themselves. Half, if not all, of the time they preferred to fool around with their many magical possessions and inventions rather than pay attention in lessons.

But now Y/N herself – called the ice-queen for her cold demeanor to everyone, even her friends – entered the hall, and her presence alone forced a shiver of fear to run down Fred’s spine; and not just because of her interesting reputation.

Fred turned helplessly to George, who answered the question Fred was wondering. “Yes, you still have to do it.”

George stifled a grin. “Rules are rules and a bet is a bet. Five galleons.”

“Ten now, since it’s Y/N,” Fred bargained.

His brother looked at him for a few seconds before agreeing.

Now that the stakes were higher, Fred had no choice. He hadn’t even had five galleons to begin with, but now ten? If he lost – and there was no way he could lose, he was much too prideful for that – then he’d have to scrounge up the money some way. Or worse, do whatever George wanted. He grimaced at the thought alone: George’s creativity matched Fred’s.

As Y/N crossed the Great Hall, making her way to the emerald table, Fred worked up the courage to talk to her. Walking to the Slytherin table would be difficult enough, but luckily, Y/N sat far away from Draco and his awful friends. Instead, she sat with other sixth-years – students Fred himself knew.

George elbowed Fred in the side, knocking his ribs. “You gotta do it, mate. Otherwise, dinner’ll be over soon and you’ll owe me ten Galleons.”

By this point, other Gryffindors had joined in watching Fred’s plight. Lee Jordan cheered him on in amusement, only making Fred more nervous to approach Y/N.

Not only did he have to talk to her, something he’d been trying to do for years now, but he had to do it in front of his friends. Failing at wooing Y/N would be a disaster for his ego already, but to fail in front of his friends? That’d be even worse.

Fred stood up from the table, trying to scrounge the last bits of his dignity. He ran a shaky hand through his bright red locks, deeply inhaling and exhaling. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

At that moment, he didn’t know if he would do it; he didn’t know if he could do it. But at that moment, Y/N stood up from the table, making the bet so much easier: at least now he didn't have to talk to her in front of her Slytherin peers.

He rushed after the girl, catching her by the elbow before she was able to exit the hall. “Hey.”

Y/N turned to him, her eyes burning as she looked at Fred in silence. “Hi?”

“Where are you off to?” he asked, matching her footsteps as she walked out of the Great Hall and turned to the direction of the Slytherin common room. “On a date?”

She snapped her head to him. “What? No.”

“You could be, you know,” Fred muttered, his cheeks flushing red as he cursed himself for the cheesy pick-up line. At least he was smooth with it, though. And he hadn’t mumbled yet, something that raised his confidence level.

Y/N raised her eyebrow at him. “Could I?”

“Yes,” Fred affirmed with the nod of his head. But the girl either didn’t get the hint – that Fred was the person she could be on a date with – or wanted him to outright say it, something that would knock his self-esteem down again. He didn’t know what game she was playing at, but he knew he still wanted to play it. No matter what.

“Me. You could be on a date with me.”

Y/N rolled her eyes – an action that made Fred’s heart drop – but let out a laugh that reverberated in the corridor that was empty except for the two of them. “I knew that, Fred.”

“Then why’d I have to say it?”

“So that I could hear you say it,” Y/N answered. She said it so casually, so nonchalantly, that Fred wondered if she even meant the words at all.

Y/N was so confusing, he realized. What did she even mean? He furrowed his eyebrows as he considered the question.

He changed the topic. “Where are we even going?”

“The Slytherin common room,” she said as they walked deeper into the dungeon. It was drafty down here, but Y/N didn’t seem to mind.

“How come you’re not back in the Great Hall at dinner?” he asked. “With your friends?” He scratched the back of his neck hesitantly, hyper-aware of his body’s movements. What should he do with his hands?

“How come you’re not?” she countered smoothly.

“Because I’m here talking to you,” said Fred. Something about Y/N, how her face was turned to him completely, how her eyes looked at him with full attention, ready to listen to whatever he had to say, made Fred want to tell her everything.

“My brother and I made a bet that I couldn’t talk to the next girl to enter the Great Hall a-and win her over,” he explained. “And it was you, which I didn’t expect. And you’re nice, which I also didn’t expect.”

Y/N let out a laugh again, which echoed in the dungeon. “How come?”

“Well, well…” Fred scratched the back of his neck again, self-conscious in her full-fledged gaze. He didn’t think he’d get this far. “Because you’re Y/N, the ice queen. You know everyone calls you that?”

“I do,” she mumbled, with the nod of her head.

“And, and you scare me. A lot. And I’m talking to you right now based on a bet, but I’ve been wanting to talk to you for years.” Fred added with a soft laugh, “Ever since Potions class, did you know?”

“I didn’t,” Y/N said. Fred stood there in front of her, sheepish as ever. There was nothing else to say, now that he’d said everything and she’d said nothing.

“Well, it doesn’t even matter,” Fred said. His cheeks burned. “You probably don’t want to be seen with a Blood traitor.”

“And you probably don’t want to be seen with a Death Eater,” Y/N countered.

“That’s a good point,” Fred smiled.

Y/N smiled back. Wider.

☆☆☆

Fred and Y/N were now the talk of Hogwarts, but no one dared to say anything bad about the new couple – not when Fred had countless tricks up his sleeve and when Y/N could freeze anyone with her icy stare.

She wasn’t as cold as she seemed, something Fred learned very quickly. Y/N warmed up to him fast, walking with him in the castle’s halls between lessons; Fred’s arm wrapped around her.

Much to everyone’s surprise, she sat with him at the Gryffindor table at dinner. Though other students stared and gawked at the new seating arrangement – something that was rare at Hogwarts – Y/N and Fred ignored them. Except for when George sat down next to Fred.

“Y/N?” he asked, filling his plate with food. “What are you doing over here?”

“Fred’s good at convincing me to do things,” she answered with a shy smile. She’d heard all about Fred’s brother, George, but hadn’t met him yet. He was always either running off, pulling pranks of his own, or busy doing something else. Scared to meet her?

“I can see that,” George said, his eyes moving from Fred to Y/N and back to Fred. “But how…?”

Both Fred and Y/N shrugged. Even they themselves didn’t know how it had all happened – them. They were complete opposites, coming from opposite sides of the wizarding world. But maybe that had brought them together, all their differences.

“You know he talked to you on a bet,” George said, his eyes flashing to Y/N’s face, waiting expectantly for her reaction.

“I do,” Y/N answered, laughing when she spotted George’s dropped jaw in surprise.

She turned to Fred, grabbing his hand and intertwining it in hers. “But it hasn’t continued as one.”

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Corpse Bride (2005) dir. Tim Burton, Mike Johnson

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corpse bride.

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shut up [d.m.]

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☾ draco malfoy x fem!reader

☆ prompt: two characters haven’t seen each other for a while, one keeps rambling about something insignificant and the other one kisses them because “shut up you’re rambling just kiss me”

☾ word count: 900

☆ summary: y/n hasn't seen draco all summer and can't help nervously rambling when they finally reunite.

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nerves bubble within y/n as her eyes move between countless wizarding families, all inching closer to the large magical train on platform 9 ¾ - the hogwarts express.

tiny eleven-year-olds run away from their parents, all too eager to go to the magical boarding school only half of them knew about before receiving their invitation. older kids - more educated wizards and witches - hang back on the platform, unwilling to return to school after summer break. y/n thinks she even spots the red-headed weasley twins at the back, showing off their last invention.

but what - who - y/n is looking for isn’t here yet: draco.

she leans back in her seat on the train, having already said goodbye to her parents long before - and softly sighs, impatiently drumming her fingers on the small table before her. if he doesn’t come soon, someone’s bound to get her to move from the table; there’s only so long one person can peacefully sit at a table alone for. and she’s bound to pass that soon.

y/n leans forward in her seat again, even squinting her eyes to search every single person in the crowd of magical people. how hard can a mop of platinum blond hair be to find?

“i’m here.”

she inelegantly twists around in her seat, dropping her wand in the process, at the words whose voice can only be draco’s. even after spending the summer apart, his deep voice remains memorized in her brain.

they’ve spent the weeks away from each other sending letters, which sufficed in the absence of actually meeting - due to his strict parents - but that doesn’t mean she hasn’t missed him. horribly.

y/n’s missed him so much it hurts.

draco’s light pink lips curl into a smile, showing his gleaming teeth in seconds - the amount of time it takes for him to bend over and pick her wand up off of the ground and for y/n to leap out of her train seat and into his arms.

“draco,” she mumbles into his shoulder, her legs wrapping around his thin waist. “i’ve missed you.” the words come out muffled, mixing together to form a barely eligible sentence.

but draco smiles anyway, running his hands through y/n’s hair. “i’ve missed you too.”

she buries her head closer to draco’s neck, engulfing herself in his scent: pine needles, citrus, mint. and when she’s satisfied with smelling him - a perfect blend of draco that she’s been thinking about every night for the past months - she opens her mouth to reply to him.

only to be interrupted by a cough behind draco.

y/n scrambles from draco’s body - who untangles his hands around her - and returns her feet to the floor.

“blaise,” she greets almost accusingly, but not meanly - though it was like that at first but now they’ve moved past that - and narrows her eyes at the boy as he walks in the now cleared walkway in the train with a bag in hand.

“y/n,” he answers with a knowing smile, moving past her to a table a few feet away.

both draco and y/n watch blaise, theo, and pansy get settled in their seats before turning to each other. y/n meets his blue eyes almost sheepishly - her cheeks blooming red under his hot gaze - and he grins down at her.

“you dropped this,” he mumbles, holding out her wand for her, and she doesn’t miss the electricity sparkling on her skin when their fingers touch each other, meeting and gliding in their exchange.

“thanks,” y/n replies nervously, her heart thumping in her chest at being with draco for the first time in long months; never mind being alone with him. and the thought of their upcoming school year - to be filled with kisses and sweet moments away from his parents’ iron-grip control - fills her with bursting joy.

“that reminds me of the time over the summer when i went to diagon alley with hannah abbott,” she rambles nervously, “and we looked through all the shops but couldn’t even find-”

“shh…” draco interrupts her, cupping her chin with his fingers and tilting her head up to make direct eye contact. it’s more the intimacy of the moment than anything else that causes the incoming words to dry up on her tongue. suddenly all she knows is blue, blue, and blue - the color of his eyes.

“shut up,” he mumbles softly, the corner of his mouth turning up in adoration at the girl in front of him, allowing the words to be heard by y/n and only y/n. “you’re rambling and i haven’t seen you for weeks. we’ll have time for that later, just kiss me.”

in his embrace, y/n giggles before sitting down in the booth’s seat and pulling draco down beside her clumsily.

then she runs his hands through his blond hair before connecting her lips to his - something they’ve been picturing, imagining, fantasizing about for their time apart.

but it’s more than either of them could have ever hoped for.

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amortentia [h.j.p]

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☾ harry potter x gryffindor!reader

☆ word count: 750

☾ summary: you make amortentia with hermione, but according to harry you’d never needed it in the first place.

☆ a/n: i haven’t posted in so long and i’m so sorry :( work has been a lot but i’m back <33333 thank you for your patience lovelies

your shared dorm room with hermione fills with smoke and gray fog as the cauldron sits before you and her bubbles.

“how much longer?”

hermione furrows her brows in concentration as she drops the moonstone - the last and most important ingredient - into the cauldron. “i don’t know. . . probably about a few minutes before it’s ready.”

she combs her hair back from her face and stirs the potion. “why?”

“we promised the boys that we’d meet them downstairs,” you tell her, “and the last thing we need is for them to come barreling through the door and see what we’ve made.”

“don’t worry about it, y/n. and besides, the girls’ dorms are enchanted not to allow boys in.”

“still.” you stubbornly cross your arms across your chest and lean against your small bed. “how mad do you think lavender and the others will be when we finally leave?”

with a bit of persuasion and multiple filthy-mouthed pleads exchanged, you and hermione had successfully managed to keep the dorm to yourselves for the evening. but that doesn’t mean the girls won’t have some interesting choices of words to say later.

she’s about to answer when the dorm’s door opens.

just as steam begins to curl up from the potion - giving way to its scent only seconds later - harry steps into the room, clad in his ruby uniform and familiar glasses.

“harry? what the hell are you doing here?” you ask, your heart thumping inside of your chest as you clumsily stand up from the floor. you wonder if hermione or harry can hear it, and if you weren’t so scared from his arrival you may be worried about it. “how did you get in?”

the boy shrugs, an annoying grin curling his lips upward. “fred and george owed me a favor, and you may not be as good at jinxes as you think.” he pauses, tilting his head up and in the direction of the brewing potion. “hey what is that?”

harry steps closer, intrigue obvious on his sharp facial features and vivid green eyes.

“nothing. now please leave.”

he raises one dark eyebrow. “why?”

“‘doesn’t matter. but please?”

“what potion is that?” he asks, successfully changing the subject. “and why does the whole room smell like you?”

hermione - who has been listening to the whole conversation silently - slyly smiles at you, covering her mouth with the palm of your hand to hide it from harry. "i" think it smells like freshly cut grass, and-”

harry interrupts her, a sense of desperation clinging to his voice and giving each word urgency. “why does it smell like you, y/n?”

“if you hadn’t barged into the room, harry, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” you make out softly. he steps closer, his lips in a grim line as his line of vision remains on your eyes. “but it’s amortentia.”

“amortentia?” he repeats, moving his head to look at the cauldron. “why? you don’t need that.”

your breath catches, stuck in your throat, and suddenly the room is too foggy, too smoky, too small.

hermione interrupts the silence - loud with your eye contact with harry, despite no one talking - with her sharp voice that pierces the gray in the room. “we were making it for potions class. remember, slughorn partnered us for the project?”

harry absentmindedly nods, his emerald eyes still strained on you and only you.

she continues, now bottling the potion up. “but it’s very much like you to assume y/n would make it just for you. small-minded and big-headed, really.”

he turns away from you, watching hermione before letting out a big laugh.

and even though fear pumps in your veins at your recent confession as well as the uncertain future with harry - your. . . friend? boyfriend? more-than-a-friend? - this simple laugh releases every single bundled-up nerve within your body.

“i’m going to put this in my bag for slughorn’s class,” hermione tells you, holding up a bottle of amortentia for you. “‘cause i guess you don’t need it anymore, y/n?”

“nope,” you shakily laugh.

hermione quickly stuffs it in her bag and exits the dorm - leaving you alone with harry and both of your recently revealed feelings - but not without a last, single glance in your direction.

harry stuffs his hands in his pockets, his dark hair covering his forehead and portions of his wired lenses. “you never did.”

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as some of you have probably noticed, ive been inactive recently :/ i started my first ever job a few weeks ago, so ive been adapting to working :) but i really want to get back into writing soon, even though ive lost motivation.

also, im going to change my username soon!!

thank you all,

h.r.t. <3

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Books and Love // H.g

Pairing - Hermione Granger × fem!reader

Type - fluff / angst

Summary - One where you finally get what you yearned for.

A/n - this was written for @mrzweasley 's writing challenge! I haven't written for a very long time do there might be mistakes. This was inspired by the one and only Jily!! Also, I got the idea from @15-dogs !

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Hermione Granger was going to scream at you. You were standing across from her in an abandoned hallway with a smirk on your face and arms crossed above your chest.

It was almost midnight at Hogwarts, and you had sneaked out of your dorm to get a snack when you came across Hermione doing her usual prefect duties.

"Could you leave me alone?" She whisper-shouted.

The atmosphere was eerily silent, except for your hushed whispers. Though everyone at Hogwarts knew about Hermione's and your "relationship". You had fallen for her the second you saw her. 'Love at first sight', some would say. But Hermione said differently, and so did her best friend Ronald.

Ron and Hermione were best friends, 2/3 of the golden trio. From defeating trolls together, to having various adventures. But you saw the way Ron often looked at Hermione.

"That's difficult for me to do, love!" You teased, probably louder than you should have. 

"Turn your voice down! If any teacher hears you, we'll be serving detention!" She looked like she was going to yank her hair out, that's how much you infuriated her.

"That I know love, did you know your skin is glowing today?"

Hermione chanced a peek over your shoulder, and suddenly loud footsteps were heard, making their way towards you both.

"(L/n) please! I'll do anything, just go and hide somewhere before we get caught!"

"Anything?" You asked with a mischievous smirk adorning your face. Hermione had to shake off the feeling it gave her. She had to remind herself that you just had a mere crush on her, that's all.

"Yes, anything! Now come on!" She urged.

The footsteps were now nearer, hurriedly moving towards where you both were. You turned towards Hermione and offered the one thing she would have never agreed to, if the circumstances were different. "Come to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?"

"Yes! Now go!"

The footsteps were now very loud and very near, as you quickly scurried off to the nearest abandoned classroom. 

"It's a date!" You told her before vanishing from view. As she awaited the footsteps to draw closer, she heard them retreating, signifying that the person had turned away. She let out a relieved sigh, before realizing what she had just agreed to, which resulted in her face paling considerably. She couldn't believe that she agreed to go on a date with you, who was madly in love with her. She knew she should be mad or upset, but she wasn't. That's bad right?

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Hermione stood with Ron at the entrance of the great hall, waiting for you. Ron had refused to leave her side to make sure you had "good intentions". Although Hermione appreciated his concern, it was still slightly annoying. 

You trotted into the great hall and made your way over to them, with a charming grin on your face, which made Hermione's heart soar, a feeling she tried her best to ignore.

"(L/n)", spat Ron, with annoyance evident in his voice.

"Hello Weasley, if you'll excuse us I, er, need to speak to Hermione."

Hermione frowned. What was there to talk about?

Ron looked hesitantly at Hermione, receiving a nod of approval. He stepped away from her and made his way back to the dorms.

"So, um, what's wrong?" She asked you hesitantly. 

You fidgeted on your spot. You were extremely nervous and the current situation wasn't doing you any good. You didn't want to lose the only chance you had with the girl of your dreams, after all.

"I...may or may not have gotten into trouble and....got my Hogsmeade privileges taken away for a while" you said, your hands nervously twisting the hem of your jumper.

Hermione's shoulders slumped with disappointment. Although she was supposed to be relieved that the date was cancelled, she was unhappy. However, she quickly regained her composure and sent a tight-lipped smile your way.

"Well, I guess the date is-"

"I was hoping we could spend the day in the library!" You hurriedly added. You were the library assistant, which would allow you to spend long hours in the library. You looked at her expectantly, awaiting an answer. Upon getting nothing, you continued, "if that's okay with you, I mean. I'm not forcing you".

Hearing those words made warmth and adoration blossom in Hermione's chest. She fought a smile and nodded her head. "Yeah, let's spend the day in the library."

Your eyes widened, surprised that your offer actually worked. Hermione chuckled gently at your expression, before dragging you along to the library.

You both spent your day in the library, occassionally sneaking to the kitchen to grab snacks. Although Hermione would never admit it aloud, she was actually having a great time with you. You were a fun person to be around, when you constantly weren't flirting with her, that is. You both sat at the table on the far corner of the library, with Hermione sitting in front of you, intently gazing at you. 

"So", she started, "have any plans for next year?" 

"I'm going to concentrate on my studies, for now. And then, dunno, become a healer maybe? That's not much of a plan."

You were almost caving in on yourself, when she nudged your knee with her foot.

"I'm sure you'll do great!" She grinned, eliciting a giggle from you, which made butterflies erupt in her stomach. "Thanks."

"No worries"

"And what about you, Mione?"

She toyed with her fingers, deep in thought. "I think I want to work for law enforcement, but right now, I'm trying to focus on next year."

"You want to be Head Girl, don't you?"

She looked at you in surprise. "How'd you know that?"

"A little birdie told me" you winked at her, prompting her to smack you gently with a book nearby.

"Ow, sorry!"

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Over the year, you both grew closer. You spent time with her friends and over time, they became your friends too. Well, everyone except for Ron, that is. Hermione never thought you both would get along so well. Nor did she think she'd ever see the day when she might have a tiny, indescribable, crush on you. 

Ginny would tease her about it endlessly till she realized. It started with going to the library together, to her helping you arrange the bookshelves while laughing and giggling quietly to yourself about some silly joke. Everytime Ginny would tease her, she'd try to deny it. Until eventually giving in. 

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It was the middle of the year, when everything started going downhill. Hermione was taking a stroll across the quidditch pitch, when she saw two people having a fight. Her eyebrows furrowed together before she made her way towards the figures, speeding up when she recgnized the people involved.

"What's going on?" She screamed in confusion.

"Expelliarmus!" You shouted, sending Ron's wand flying.

"(Y/n), Stop it!"

Your eyes met Hermione's, and you saw the concern behind her brown orbs, immediately filling you with guilt. Ron hurriedly reached his wand, shooting a spell at you, which thankfully Hermione blocked. At this, you raised your wand and shot another spell at Ron, knocking him off his feet and into the tree behind him.

"Ron!"

Hermione scrambled to help him get up, but he kept pushing her away. She tried pulling him up by his arm, but he kept pulling away. She tried to help him one last time, before he glared at her and spat, " I don't need your help, mudblood!"

Hermione's eyes pricked with tears. Her throat felt constricted, chest felt tight, and she couldn't believe this. Ron looked at her in sympathy, before regaining his composure. She shook her head and ran off crying, ignoring all your calls.

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From that day on, she ignored the both of you as best as she could. That however, didn't stop the gossip from spreading like wildfire around Hogwarts. 

After a rough day, she collapsed in the Gryffindor common room, burying her head into her jumper. It was late enough, and the warmth of the fireplace made her feel enticing. She almost drifted off to sleep, before she heard someone faintly calling her name.

"Hermione?" Ginny whispered gently.

"You should be in bed." She refused to meet Ginny's eyes.

"I couldn't sleep, what are you doing here?"

"Nothing." Hermione murmured. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"What really happened?"

Ginny sighed. "Do you want to know it really?"

"I'll have to know it someday..."

"Ron and (Y/n) got into a fight because, er, he said some things which might upset you. (Y/n) got mad, and then you showed up."

Hermione's eyes widened. You were defending her. Not because of your silly childhood crush, but because you cared about her. About her feelings.

"You should talk to her, you know." Ginny's soothing voice interrupted her train of thoughts.

"Would that help?"

"Absolutely. You both clearly like each other. Talk to her tomorrow, meanwhile I'll try and talk some sense into my brother."

"I will." At some point, they both went to bed, although Hermione was unable to sleep. There were too many thoughts all at once and she decided, whatever would happen, it would happen tomorrow, there was no more postponing. 

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"(L/n)!" You heard Hermione's voice the next day, in the library while looking through your favourite bookshelf. It was dinner time, and everyone was at the great hall, giving you both the privacy you needed."(Y/n)!"

"In here!"

Hermione made her way over to the bookshelf, her cheeks reddening when she saw you. Her mouth went dry, and suddenly, all thoughts of  everything she had to say just left her mind.

"Hey mione", you started, ducking a little due to the height difference, "you alright?"

She gulped, nodding fervently. You smiled sheepishly before taking a step closer to her.

"I...I wanted to tell you about that day-"

"I know what happened", she suddenly cut in, regaining her confidence. "And I want to thank you. It was only a matter of time before things would eventually go downhill between Ron and I. Things got wierd when I met you, and then I began fancying you-"

"You fancy me?", you asked, surprised by her confession. You never expected her to reciprocate your feelings.

Hermione felt her heart pounding in her chest. Her breathing sped up and she avoided your wide-eyed stare. There was a minute of silence, before you both finally faced each other again.

"Yes." Her voice was soft and hesitant. 

"I don't,  how.....really?" You stuttered over your words.

"I don't know how, or why, but I do."

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, deciding on what to say, before taking a few more steps closer to her.

"Can I.....can I kiss you?"

At that moment, she smashed her lips on yours, in a long, passionate kiss. You both slowly melted into each other, smiling into the kiss. It made you fall in love with her even more.

A moment later, you both parted, grinning madly at each other. As you stared into each other's eyes, Hermione felt a warmth and comfort, which she didn't know she could feel. She wondered why it took her so long to realize her feelings, but now that she's with you, she wouldn't have it any other way. Because amidst old books and you, she felt right at home.

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can i request a max baker x reader of max loving to be untop of her girlfriend like sometimes she’d jump on her or when they’re cuddling IDK BUT IM IN LOVE WITH HER but overall max just loves her girlfriend

wouldn't [m.b.]

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☾ max baker x girlfriend!reader

☆ word count: 400

☾ summary: max loves being on top of you, and you.

“guess what i got?” max sings as she enters her bedroom once again, her hands hidden behind her back as she kicks the door closed with her foot.

“what?”

she pulls her hands from behind her back, revealing two bottles of soda - one in each hand, her teeth flashing white in a big grin.

“soda?”

“yup,” she says, handing one to you and sitting across from you on her bed.

“really?” you ask hesitantly. “won’t your brother be pissed when there’s none left?”

max rolls her eyes at the thought, unscrewing the cap of her bottle and taking a sip. “i couldn’t care less about marcus. maybe if he wanted the last bottle of soda he could’ve been nicer to me.”

“you really should be nicer to him, you know,” you smirk, mimicking her action. “i mean, as your girlfriend it’s my duty to make sure i don’t interfere with your relationship with your family.”

“or what?” she asks, narrowing her big brown eyes at you, testing you. “what happens if i’m mean to him?”

“no more cuddles.”

she repeats your words, her eyes widening at the thought. “you wouldn’t do that to me.”

“wouldn’t i?” you return, raising an eyebrow at the girl in defiance.

“you wouldn’t,” max insists, leaping from her spot on the bed to you. on you - she falls on your body but holds her weight on the mattress, her hair dangling over you and half-covering her wicked, teasing smile.

“would.”

“wouldn’t,” she whispers, her breathing ragged as she presses her lips to her neck, her mouth moving painstakingly slow to your lips.

the feel of her mouth overtakes you and all too soon it’s the only thing your mind can think of.

“wouldn’t?” you ask, forgetting about whatever the hell you were just talking about with max.

“wouldn’t,” she repeats, her teeth pulling at the skin of your neck gently before leaving a hickey.

“god i love being on top of you,” she mutters. “god i love you.”

“i love you too,” you say through a smile, staring into her eyes.

she returns the smile, her pupils dilating as she looks into your eyes as well.

finally she presses her mouth against yours, lips moving together.

she pulls away eventually, placing a hand on either side of your head. “you taste like coke.”

“i-is that a bad thing?” you ask, uncertainty rattling within you.

“nope,” she smiles, “it’s my favorite soda.”

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lifesaver [h.j.p.]

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☾ harry potter x reader

☾ word count: 900

☆ summary: you're late to potions class then spill your belongings, only to find out that harry potter is late, too.

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☆ a/n: thank you all for your patience while i had finals! <3 i appreciate it so much

Your school bag tore with a heart-aching rip as the material finally gave way to the heavy books and school supplies within. Large thuds echoed in the corridor and your quills bounced on the floor beside several half-empty ink pots that shattered from the fall, causing dark ink to splatter on the walls, tiles, and you.

You suppressed a cry, your anxiety snaking through you as you stared at the mess before you, beginning to pick up fallen items. That and not think about how horrible Professor Snape would treat you when you finally entered Potions class after cleaning the mess. Late. You had already been running late for class, and the breaking of your school bag had only worsened this fact.

Filch would kill you - absolutely kill you - when he found you pitifully trying to scour the ruined corridor. This thought only had an adverse reaction, though, and with increasingly shaky hands you picked up your wand.

Stuffing the items closest to you into your pitiful schoolbag, you miserably thought about the cleaning spells you’d heard of. Of course now - when you needed them most - they would escape your brain evilly. Not that you had ever known them well in the first place.

Of course.

“Can I help?”

You looked up from the ink-covered catastrophe to wide, green eyes. Harry Potter. Your heart rate sputtered out of control and your breathing heightened at the sight of the boy.

“S-sure,” you managed through trembling teeth. You watched him extend his arm to pick up a roll of parchment - now ruined with the black liquid - before it hit you. Why should Harry suffer for your mistakes? He should get to class, save himself from Snape’s wrath. You shuddered at the thought of how Snape would likely treat Harry if he was late to class. He already had some sort of vendetta with the boy.

“No,” you blurted, and Harry’s head snapped up to you with confusion. “No. I can’t let you be late to Potions too.”

He tilted his head an inch or so to the left. “Right, you’re in my class.”

You nodded in agreement.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N.” Harry shook his head, his messy mop of dark hair falling onto his face as he leaned down again to continue cleaning the mess. Your mess. “I know a few cleaning spells and it’ll help speed the process along.”

“Oh, okay.”

You heard him mutter several cleaning spells under his breath and watched - in pure amazement - as the ink magically slid from your scrolls of parchment. The glass shards of the pot put themselves back together again and the spilled ink filled the container once more. Your jaw dropped in astonishment - you had never bothered to learn the spells. But maybe you should now, you thought to yourself as your school bag clumsily sewed itself up, the ripped edges coming together lazily.

Harry laughed at your shock. “‘Learned from Hermione. She sat Ron and me down one Saturday in the common room and forced us to memorize the cleaning spells. It was torture, but I guess it can be useful.”

“It can be,” you agreed, slipping your school bag’s strap over your shoulder. “Where are they? I mean, why were you alone?”

“I was running late to Potions myself,” Harry replied. “And I didn’t want them to wait for me. Hermione has perfect attendance, you know, and I didn’t want to ruin that.”

He quickly stood up from the floor and outstretched his hand to help you up, which you graciously took.

“Thanks,” you smiled shyly, standing up and continuing your journey down the corridor to Snape’s classroom. Though now you had someone do it with - Harry Potter.

“Don’t mention it.” He twirled his wand in between his fingers absentmindedly.

“Do you think we’ll be late?”

Beside the boy, you entered the dark dungeons where the Potions classroom resided. Cleaning up the mess couldn’t have taken more than a few minutes, but it felt like hours and even the slight chance of being late to class sent your nerves on overdrive.

“No, I don’t think so.” He turned his head slightly to look at you, a teasing smile on his lips. “But if you didn’t have me then you might’ve been.”

“Definitely,” you agreed without a second’s thought. “Thanks again, Harry. You’re a lifesaver.”

“No problem, Y/N.” He hesitated, before adding, “And hey, if we are late to class, which we won’t be, just say that it was my fault, okay?”

You laughed softly, conscious of the stone walls surrounding you that could make an echo from a pin dropping. “What will you have done to make us late?”

Harry hummed in thought. “Let’s say I. . . blew up a toilet.”

“Blew up a toilet? If we’re late-”

“Which we won’t be,” he added stubbornly.

“Which we won’t be,” you repeated with a teasing eye roll, “then that’ll be sure to get you a week’s worth of detention. At least.”

He shrugged. “Then I’ll have a week’s worth of detention. I just wouldn’t want you getting detention, is all.”

Harry paused at the door to Snape’s classroom, his fingers wrapping around the golden doorknob.

“That’s not fair,” you insisted, “I’d meet you in detention then, anyway. Help you scrub the cauldrons.”

The corner of his mouth lifted up into a smirk at your words, and he winked at you before opening the door to the classroom.

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