Description: The boys make you feel a bit better after you try to cut your own hair Warnings: Swearing. Mainly dialogue Word count: 640 A/N: wrote this after absolutely butchering my hair last night and now i have almost a bob no its fine guys i promise.
“I fucked up”
That statement alone was enough to snap Adrians attention away from his conversation with Terence and Graham. When he saw you walk up he smiled, nodding in acknowledgement whilst patting the cushion next to him, careful not to disturb Graham's train of thought. He assumed you would nestle yourself under his arm and join in as they spoke about the upcoming holidays. Yet there you stood completely still, shoulders hunched in defeat and embarrassment.
“What happened?”
He straightens his back a tinge of concern knotting in his stomach. You bite your lower lip scratching at your tied up hair.
“I cut my hair” you pause sighing shamefully “and it’s pretty bad”
“You cut your own hair?” Terence squeaks out eyes brightened in surprise.
“Oh I'm excited to see this,” Graham grins, leaning back in his seat, legs spread open in front of him.
“It can't be that bad” Adrian reassures you but your face twists unconvinced “Go on show us then”
You sigh again, taking your hair in your hands and slowly pulling out the hair band that was protecting your dignity. You want to tell them not to laugh but part of you would rather them do it to your face than later on.
Your hair drops, zigzagged lines, uneven ends. Layers that weren’t supposed to be there.
“Oh it can be that bad” Terence laughs standing up to run his fingers through the choppy hair.
“What the hell did you use? What was it again Terence, a chainsaw?” comments Graham scratching his cheek trying to recall their muggle studies lesson from earlier.
Your gaze travels between them and you grimace as Terences fingers brush through already made knots.
“No, a chainsaw would do a better job than this,” Terence responds, his laugh ringing louder in your ear.
You could take their jokes and stupid remarks knowing their affections as friends wouldnt change. However your stomach churns in fear at Adrians opinion. You’ve known him long enough and been officially together for months to be certain he wouldn't break up with you, not over this at least. When you think about it you had both seen eachother go through every ugly phase and loved each other just the same and even more.
When you finally look at Adrian he has a twinkle of amusement in his eyes and he grins as assesses the damage “Cute”.
“Adrian shut up it's horrible” you groan, slapping away Terences hand just as he tries to undo another knot.
“It's fine we can fix it” his shoulders shrug unbothered.
“No we can’t”
“I'm not sure if you want me to comfort you or agree with you?” he questions, eyebrows frowning with a cheeky smile.
“I don't know either”
“Hey at least it's not as bad as Graham's hair in second year-” Terence begins pointing at his friend reclined back in his seat.
“Enough” Graham interrupts “We’re meant to make her feel better not bully me”
“No that did make me feel better thank you” a weak smile spreads across your face remembering Graham's infamous second year hair. He had shown up after summer holidays wearing a beanie and it wasn't until Miles Bletchley snatched it off his head that everyone saw what lay beneath.
Adrian drags himself up from the seat, cupping your face smiling down at you softly “We’ll go to the hairdressers tomorrow yeah? They’ve got a potion that will grow it out and they can fix it”
He kisses the top of your head before leaning his forehead against yours “Its fine, I promise”
“Thank you”
“Remind me to never let you touch my hair with a pair of scissors though” he hums, sneaking a kiss to your cheek as he grabs your hand to pull you towards the couch.
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slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there is only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it (depends on the fandom) // reincarnation or character death // one shot or multi chapter // kid fic or roadtrip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
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slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there is only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it (depends on the fandom) // reincarnation or character death // one shot or multi chapter // kid fic or roadtrip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
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slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there is only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it (depends on the fandom) // reincarnation or character death // one shot or multi chapter // kid fic or roadtrip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-if au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
Summary; adrian needs a getaway pick me up and seeks refuge in the three broomsticks for it, behind the bar? is y/n.
Word Count; 1.3k
A/N; i have somewhere im going with this i promise. pls stick with me on this one its gonna be good i think. also i wrote most of this on a ft call with the loml @loverssfevers , i figured id mention since shes my MUSE
Warnings; angst kinda but not really, fluff kinda but not really, unedited (whats new)
Dates Written; August 3rd - August 6th, 2022
The air in the pub was stale, which was unusual for the Three Broomsticks. Y/N wasn’t used to it being so quiet.
The air was stuffy, as usual. But the pub was lacking the too-many wizards packed in far too tightly. She usually loathed it, but the atmosphere wasn’t right without them all. It wasn’t exactly right without their noise to fill the room.
Being around all the obnoxious wizards made her forget how utterly lonely she was.
Now, that wasn’t to say the pub was empty. No, in all her time working under Rosmerta’s wing- Y/N had never seen the place empty. A few wizards staggered around. As the night drew on, they trickled out slowly.
The ones who remained were only staying because they had nowhere else to go, nowhere else to be.
That remained true until one young wizard walked in. The bell on top of the door clanged and the rumble roared throughout the wooden beams of the building.
description: loving someone who refuses to acknowledge they love you back warnings: angst word count: 1k a/n: being a jo march kin is hard. not my usual style i hope u like.
It's a mistake that's happened one too many times. Kissing your best friend at a party shouldn't warrant for this bad of a reaction and usually the conversation is short, Y/N tells Adrian she doesn't want a relationship and Adrian tells her he's okay with that. But this time they are hidden behind the castle, the evening sun blazing above them as they argue.
“I’ve been patient but I can't deny it anymore and I know you feel the same way so what are we doing?” Adrian sighs with sad but confused eyes staring down at her.
He remembers the first time he had kissed her, devouring each other with so much want and need they had stumbled into the wall giggling between pecks. Waking up the next morning remembering the taste of her lips against his and how right it felt. He had been hurt when she told him she didn't like him but he dealt with it. The second time had given him a little more hope. The third left him in an emotional mess and the fourth, well he had just been thankful she kept choosing him. But enough was enough. It hurt too much.
“I’ve told you… I can’t be in a relationship, I can't like you like that” her face is stone cold despite a hot feeling beginning to rise in her throat.
“Cant or wont?” Y/N has to look away from his gaze as he quizzes her, digging the tips of her shoes into dirt below her. “Answer me”
She swallows, wincing at her own thoughts running through her head. She wont let herself love. It was like everytime the feeling arose she shut it down, pressing it deeper into the back of her mind to ignore it and deal with it later. Especially when it came to Adrian.
“Those feelings… I just can't Adrian okay? Being loved is nice but loving someone is different for me it feels like” she pauses trying to explain what it exactly felt like.
If vulnerability was a feeling would it be the hollowing out of someone's chest? Would affection be the pins and needles you get in your hands when you've leaned on it for too long? Would love be the pain in your joints that don't have any real cause? How could she possibly say love felt like pain?
“My love for you is nice?” he exclaims a crack almost revealing itself in his voice “So what do you want me to do? Follow you around giving you my attention and affection and get nothing in return?”
“No thats-”
“You know I have tried, I have tried to not love you. To look at you like a friend and someone i admire but fuck y/n i cant help but be in love with you. The little things like how there's always that one piece of hair that doesn't want to stay in place, how your eyes light up when you see the moon, how you sigh but not because you are sad or exhausted, but because you've focused so hard you've forgotten to breathe out until the last minute” he chokes out a laugh of pain turning his head to the side running his hand through his hair tugging at it slightly “Do you notice those things about me?”
Of course she had. She had noticed how he cracks his fingers when he's nervous and when he drinks a cup of tea he cups his cheeks to warm his face after holding the mug. She had noticed the small things about Adrian that were endearing. Yet that hadn't been enough to knock down the steel walls blocked around her heart. Hadn't been enough to convince her that she needed love, no, that she craved love; His love.
“That's not fair,” she whispers, shaking her head. He was making her into a villain or maybe he was making her realise, realise she liked him just as much as he liked her.
“Not fair for you or me?” he questions his jaw tightening.
The beating in her chest is so rapid she can feel it against her ribcage. Her heart trying to claw its way out of the shield she's created for herself to reconnect with its missing piece. Like they were part of the same star and it recognised his matter was familiar, that it was its own.
“I need time” a breathless confession as she squeezes her nails against her palm to distract herself from the sting in her eyes and pain in her chest.
“I don't have any more time left to give” He swallows pausing for a moment to gather his thoughts “If you leave you’ll convince yourself out of whatever you feel in this moment and I cant have this conversation again”
He was right. The more time she had to dwell over it the more she would analyse her feelings and tell herself what she felt wasn't real or worthy of pursuing. It would never be enough for Adrian and they had gone back and forth between these feelings for too long to ever come back from it. Even if she was to find Adrian in ten years time with the same aching heart for him she would feel too guilty to propose her feelings, not after everything she had put him through.
“I’m sorry”
A weak smile plasters his face “I believe you”
She takes the sight of him in. How the sun shines against his skin causing him to glow under its light, eyes bursting with different shades of brown and pattern. Singular beauty sports crawling up the side of his neck and broad but soft shoulders. She had once dreamed of kissing those spots and tracing them with her fingers. Had been held against his chest feeling his body heat collide with her own creating a warmth in her chest she had never felt with any other person or friend. She could have that warmth forever if she just let herself.
When he walked away she was left staring at the greying stones of the castle wall, cold and uninviting. Her world was no longer colourful like it had once been with Adrian Pucey in it.
a/n: i’m gonna rant rq but i’ve been feeling horrible recently bc i found out the only cousin i’ve trusted told her mom when i came out as bi (effectively taking away the opportunity for me to come out to my mom on my own), my mom found out thro them that i was suicidal (again before i could reach out for help on my own terms). and they said how much they pity me and feel bad for me. i can’t help but feel betrayed and ridiculed and i’m just frustrated bc i’ve never felt supported by my mom’s side of the family or my dad’s
i didn’t know love until i arrived at hogwarts. i didn’t know care until a group of ruined kids, some more than others, most less than me, took me in. i didn’t know what it felt like to melt into another people.
adrian had a healthy home life. he had the family i always wanted. his parents showed each other affection; his mother had her hands hooked in the crook of her husband’s elbow and her head leaned into his shoulder. his sisters always giggling alongside him. at first it made me sick with jealousy because he had cousins to keep his secrets, to keep him, and i didn’t. at least i didn’t until i met him. i didn’t have someone to keep my heart and my soul warm while i slept and shivered. i didn’t have someone to bandage me when i pretended there was something in my eye but really i was wiping away tears.
marcus didn’t think he deserved the praise we gave him. we argued a lot, him and me. i refused to let him believe everything his old man would tell him. i didn’t realize until one fight we had in front of the whole team and he called me out, marcus was me and i was him. i diminished everything that happened to me, the good and the bad. marcus did what he had to do and he thought that he didn’t deserve anything to compensate for any trouble he might have come across.
miles showed me i can express myself any way i please. he never had an issue with self expression. i learned i don’t have to be mean to get what i wanted. (and i never did get what i wanted, i always felt empty.) miles rearranged me on his bedside table like a supermarket bouquet of flowers. he filled my empty space with baby breath, making the rose thorns in my ribs disappear. my finger nails are no longer jagged and hair doesn’t cover my face. i like my smile (with teeth). i finally like my smile.
derrick didn’t have a voice. he spoke and replied but they were never substantive words. he spoke slowly, in pauses. i later found out if he didn’t think about what he was going to say, his entire day could be ruined. he cried to me once that his mother always apologized for what she did and not what she said. he couldn’t care less than she yelled at him, but he couldn’t stop pressing the wound of being called useless when all he’s ever done is try to stay afloat for her and his siblings. his dad wasn’t not in the picture but he wasn’t fully out of it. “‘i’m sorry for yelling at you, baby,’ that’s what she told me,” he cried into his pillow after coming home from winter break, “i never accepted that apology but she went on the rest of the day acting like i forgave her.” he speaks faster now, more animated. i don’t know he helped me or i helped him. i don’t spit insults like i spit out my gum though.
lucian was a pretty boy. i was actively jealous of him. not because he had anyone he wanted falling to his feet. but because whenever he had a shit night, his shoulders pushed back and his chin stayed high. his afro stayed perfectly around in the off season, his braids were almost neat during the season. he helped miles build me up. i didn’t know it then but he felt the same pressure derrick felt. he had a deadly fear of failing. i didn’t think it was possible for him though.
warrington and montague were brutes, i think that’s why they liked each other more than the rest of us. they get it from their fathers. “i got this from a game of qudditch this summer.” warrington told us. it was a new bruise on the side of his ribs. montague didn’t come back with new bruises or scars, at least not ones we could see. summer before sixth year, his dad kicked him out. both of them got help. they’re doing better now. it took me a while to follow their lead. i know they changed me but while they don’t feel as though they are dragging through the mud, i did. they were able to get to a safer place, both physically and mentally. but i’m only a few meters away from where i started.
i never knew the loves of my life would be a group of nasty teenage boys. but after seven years, my knuckles have been bandaged after fights and my knees have been smoothed over, my heart and soul have been tucked into bed with a bedtime story, and the supermarket flowers were replaced with flowers from my garden.
"you're practically gaping at her mate, subtle much," fred muttered as he glanced at harry who was staring at the fifth year ravenclaw, cho chang, mindlessly as she giggled with her friends, "so much for wanting to keep my lunch down. mate, before you lose anymore pumpkin juice, you'd have more luck going over and talking to her-"
"oh, leave him alone fred," rolling her eyes, y/n gave back the rolled up newspaper to a glaring hermione granger after having smacked the ginger boy on the back of his head, "he is however, miraculously, right in a sorts though harry. you really should talk to her."
"ugh! look at this! i don't believe it, she's done it again. miss granger, a plain but ambitious girl, seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards. her latest prey, sources report, is none other than the bulgarian bon-bon viktor krum. no word yet on how harry potter's taking this latest emotional blow," glaring now at the newspaper article, hermione slams it onto the table, almost knocking over her own goblet of pumpkin juice in the process, "i mean who does she think she is? i can tell you right now, harry seems to be doing just fine."
shaking his head, as if he had been in a trance, harry looked towards his fury-filled friends is confusion
"i wouldn't mind her, mione. you know how that hag of a woman is," shaking her head at the clueless chosen one before turning to in a sympathetic manner to comfort her bushy-haired friend, "the lengths she'd go and the people she'd shine a false light on for the sake of fame and attention. such a bitch."
groaning, fred slid over to his best friend, not so subtly stretching an arm around her shoulder, pulling the girl closer, and unbeknownst to the ginger, causing a certain hue of rosy red to spread across the said girl's cheeks
"such a dirty mouth. to what do i owe the honours of being allowed to be within the presence of that mouth?" winking with a sly grin, blowing a single strand out of his eyes and angling his head to get a better look at the girl, he asks, "is the one and only y/n y/l/n blushing because of little, ol' frederick weasley? you flatter me."
huffing, y/n shrugged off the older twins arm that was draped across her shoulders, sending a scowl his way as she crossed her arms
"you wish freddie, and don't say shit like that. weirdo."
"well maybe if someone stopped swearing then-"
"i'm not wearing that, it's ghastly."
hearing this, both y/n and fred looked over to the two youngest weasleys, one of which were holding what looked like old rags of spare lace sewn together, before hermione laughed
"they're not for ginny. they're for you! dress robes."
upon saying this, the friend group all broke into laughter whilst ron's face fell
"dress robes? for what?"
to this, y/n and fred, having calmed down from the fits of laughter at the situation for the younger weasley male, turned to each other, a look of confusion now adorning their faces
"the yule ball has been a tradition of the triwizard tournament since its inception. on christmas eve night we and our guests gather in the great hall for well mannered frivolity. as representitives of the host school i expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward, and i mean this literally because the yule ball is first and foremost... a dance." groans emerge from the boys who are listening on. the girls seem a lot more excited, "silence. the house of godric gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries. i will not have you in the course of a single evening besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons."
y/n sent a quick glance to where harry, fred and george were standing only to see the twins murmuring to themselves and thus she shook her head, knowing that it was nothing serious before focusing back on mcgonagall
"now to dance is to let the body breathe. inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers longing to burst forth and take flight and inside," upon hearing whispers, she turns to glare at ron, "every boy a lordly lion prepared to prance, mr weasley, will you join me? now, place your right hand on my waist."
embarrassed and a little befuddled, ron almost mutters
"where?"
impatient, the woman moves to correct the placement of ron's very much awkward placing of his arm
"my waist," the woman states firmly, before the music starts up and the professors leads them into a waltz, inviting others to join
upon the invitation, the girls rushed to stand, only for the boys to remain seated, awkward, some even scratching at the back of their necks
with a smirk, fred walks over to y/n, who had previously been in a conversation with her friend and fellow quidditch team mate, katie bell, when she saw an approaching body out of the corner of her eye, before turning to see fred offering his hand out to her
"if you will, m'lady."
nudging the girl with a giggle, katie pushed her friend out of her seating position and into the arms of the cheeky ginger, winking at the girl before turning to find her own partner
"real smooth, weasley," she stated, placing one hand into his before raising her other arm to rest it on his, "'m'lady', huh? that's a new one. what book did you stumble upon to get that one? oh who am i kidding, you'd never pick up a book. willingly."
"oh ha ha, you're so funny. much laughter. such a comedian," the hand that rested on her waist began to poke slightly at her after her cheeky comment, twirling her and bringing her back into his chest now, "i'll have you know that i didn't find it. i just heard it was all. in one of those silly muggle movies that you love."
"they are not silly," she scoffed, moving her hand to slap the back of his head only for him to grab it and keep a firm grasp on it instead, the familiar heat spreading across her face, "they are romantic. not that you'd know."
"what's that supposed to mean? i'm so romantic i'd knock your socks off with how chivalrous and charming i am."
the girl couldn't keep a straight face at what the boy had said, immediately breaking out into a boisterous cackle which attracted many fellow gryffindors though the girl didn't care. the boy didn't either, a small smile then growing rather large at the sound
"oh freddie, now who's the comedian?" sighing, she moved, well tried, to rest her right cheek on his shoulder, which was now hunched to aid her due to the distinct height difference, "i can't wait. i mean, an actual ball, are you kidding? hogwarts is already magical on its own. can you imagine how wondrous it'll be?"
"oh, do you already have someone in mind as to who you'll take? my, my. and whom is it that has piqued y/n y/l/n's interest?" he nudged at her, wiggling his eyebrows as chuckled at the rosy red cheeks, "it wouldn't happen to be someone i know, would it?"
"what's it to you?" burying her face deeper into his neck, her voice came out as a murmur, "maybe i have found someone i hope will sweep me off my feet."
though the girl couldn't see it, fred's face dropped, after a wave of shock, not expecting what she said
"oh. well that's good," he shrugged, the movement pulling y/n out of her trance, and out of his neck, "can only imagine how wonderful he is. only the best for you."
"yeah," she said, a look of serenity taking over her face as she thought about the boy that was standing in front of her, "he is pretty wonderful."
"this is mad. at this rate we'll be the only ones in our year without dates. well, us and neville," ron uttered, sharing a chuckle with harry whilst y/n, who was across the table next to fred shared a look of displeasure with hermione, "then again, he can take himself."
before y/n could reply to the younger weasley, hermione had beaten her to it
"how sweet. but it might interest you two to know that neville's already got someone."
a smirk growing, the older gryffindor girl knew that she no longer had to say anything
"well now I'm really depressed."
ron's shoulders drop as his lips form a pout
hearing quick scribbles, y/n turned to read what fred had written before he scrunched it up and threw it at his brother
'get a move on or all the good ones will have gone'
to this, ron looks up from the parchment before turning to his older brother
"who are you going with then?"
fred turned to y/n, who was sat on his right, sharing a smile, as she let out a small giggle, wiggling his eye brows, before turning and throwing a piece of scrunched up parchment at angelina johnson
y/n could only feel her smile drop, her eyes gloss, and the rosy hues fade as she watched the boy next to her whisper at the girl. a girl that wasn't her
"oi! angelina!" acting out dancing movements, he then continued to ask, "do you, want to go, to the ball, with me?"
with a smile growing on her face, angelina turned so her whole body was facing him before resting her head on her hand with a dreamy look
"yeah. yeah, i want to go."
y/n could only see fred wink at ron before she quickly packed all her things and rushed to hand her book to snape, alarming the others as they all watched the girl scamper off, not wanting them to see the tears that had now escaped, her heart broken
"what's wrong with her?" ron could only ask though he got shrugs from both fred and hermione, "well, anyway."
fred could only drown out his brother's words as he watched the girl practically run put of the great hall, before he heard a book slam and turned to witness hermione leaving as well, sending a final glare to his little brother
"girls."
the small sniffles from the gryffindor girl, with the occasional break of an audible sob were all that could be heard that wintry evening as the rebounded off the walls of what she thought was an empty corridor, void of students
"y/n? is that you?" the soft voice came from around the corner from where she was sat, the owner of the voice stepping out into the open corridor to reveal adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and a total heartthrob, his face softening as he looked at the upset girl in front of him, "are you ok? what happened?"
she made quick eye contact with the boy before she hurriedly brushed away her tears, rubbing at her eyes and glancing down as she shrugged her shoulders and shook her head, not wanting to look at him again
not wanting to seem vulnerable or weak in front of him
"come on," nodding his head to the side, he waited with his hand held out, "let's go for a walk. i promise it won't be a bore. i'm a pretty fun person."
looking from his eyes back to his outstretched hand and then his eyes again and seeing nothing but kindness and warmth in his irises, the girl huffed a little before placing her hand in his, allowing him to pull her up from her seated position
not saying anything for a few moments, the pair walked, hands still in each other's, taking in the sights of the school, the blanket of white coating every inch that was exposed, small, icy flakes fluttering and falling, both from the sky and the branches of trees that had collected hefty amounts
"so, mind telling me what's up?" adrian spoke out, filling the otherwise silent air before freezing up a bit, turning to the girl frantically, "not that you should feel obligated to tell me, if it's something you wish to keep to yourself then i won't pester you about it. but. i am here if you do need to talk."
"you make it seem a lot more... serious than it is, i guess," she responded, wanting to reassure the boy whilst feeling idiotic herself, then scoffing and shaking her head, "i mean, who cries because they watched their crush ask out another person to this really extravagant ball that's coming up? stupid, right?"
now frowning, the slytherin boy turns towards her, shaking his head
"y/n. that is a valid reason to be upset. it's not stupid at all. well, i guess it's their loss."
shaking her head as more tears welled up, she stopped their walk, removing her hand from his grasp before facing him and placing both of them on his shoulder
"it's not stupid at all," he all but uttered, not wanting to scare or upset the girl any further by his usually confident and loud voice, "it's rather valid you know. but anyone would be a blind idiot to not take you."
her crying came to a halt as a look of self doubt lingered in her eyes
"no, adrian. you don't understand. the girl is like. stupid gorgeous. like, her eyes are doe like, you could easily get lost in them. her skin is ridiculously smooth and clear, free of blemishes and pimples and blackheads, not to mention the tone of colour. her hair, looks alone, is so silky and it blows freely in the wind, never a single strand out of place. she's a bloody chaser on the quidditch team so that's a factor alone. her laugh is airy and fucking perfect. her smile is so warm and dreamy and captivating. she's not too short but not too tall. angelina johnson," taking a breath, the girl could feel her senses cloud, losing sight and touch, looking aimlessly past the boy, "she's so fucking perfect and. i'm just. me. i don't even know why i thought i had a chance. but the way he looked at me, smiled at me, with that stupid boyish grin he always wears. i was so sure it would happen. and then it didn't. i was stupid to think fred weasley, the class clown, would ask me to the ball when someone like angelina johnson roams the very same halls. it seems so bitchy to say that too because she's so kind. always the sweetest thing to me and here i am being the grouchiest person ever."
"then go with me," he asked, no stated firmly and without a doubt, "i won't let you downplay yourself like that, comparing yourself to someone who is just another girl. who isn't all that. and that's not because i'm biased or partial as your friend. she may be beautiful, but you radiate beauty. and i won't let you continue to bottle up these thoughts that you hold against yourself when they aren't true. so, i am asking you to go to the yule ball with me, as my date."
"oh ade, i, i can't. i just, i don't want a pity date. just because the guy i wanted to go with asked someone else."
instead of arguing, because him asking her wasn't out of pity, adrian held out his hand to her, waiting until she eventually took it, though not without a look of confusion before he cleared his throat, taking her down the corridor
in a horrible, posh british accent, like more posh than his usual accent, he sang out loud, his voice echoing off of the walls for all to hear
"hee hee"
"ade, what are you doing?"
"my baby's always danCInG, and iT WouLdN't be a bAd tHiNG. BUt i doN't geT nO lovInG, aNd thAt'S nO LiE"
quickening her pace to match his, she couldn’t help but smile, forgetting what had happened in the great hall not too long, spinning whenever he motioned for her to, seeing others who were now exiting the great hall watch on, curious
"ade-"
"wE sPenT thE nIGhT in fRisCo, aT evEry kiNdA diScO. fRoM thAt nIghT i kIsSed oUr lOvE gOodByE."
out of the corner of her eye, she could she a flash of ginger hair, though she wasn't given more time to wonder about who it was before she was dipped and she let out the loudest cackle
"ADRIAN-"
"dOn't bLAmE iT on tHe sUNsHinE, DOn'T bLamE It on thE mOoNlIGhT, dON't bLAme It oN ThE gOoD tiMeS. bLAmE iT on thE boOgie."
doing one more spin, the boy left the girl in the middle of the corridor before skipping and spinning and prancing circles around her, her smile growing and lighting up the otherwise darkening hall as the sun set
"i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET. i jUSt cAn't, i JuST caN't, I jUsT cAn'T cOnTrol mY feET."
now out of breath, the boy dropped onto both knees, gesturing for her hands and asking once more
"i hope that wasn't too embarrassing for you," he chuckles, taking in deep breaths, the musical break out doing more numbers on him than his weekly quidditch practices, "so, i'll ask again. will you, y/n y/l/n, chaser of the gryffindor quidditch team and total heartthrob, accompany myself, adrian pucey, chaser of the slytherin quidditch team and also total heartthrob, to the yule ball? i can't promise i'll be as 'extravagant' as i was in this moment, but i'll be the best damn date you could ever wish for."
"well, i mean i don't know, i-" dragging on her words, she looked down at the boy to see his confident grin faltering and she knew she couldn't continue to play along, "of course i will ade. how could i say no after that?"
breathing out a sigh of relief, he went to wrap his arms around her before realising he was still on his knees, getting up and then embracing the girl who was no longer teary eyed and instead glowing, radiating warmth and happiness
whilst most onlookers were applauding the 'proposal' they had witnessed between the two chasers, a certain ginger beater, who was watching from behind pillar, was green with envy, shaking his head before walking off to find george
it was christmas night. the night of the yule ball and y/n finds herself in hermione's dorm room, getting ready with said girl and the youngest weasley
"ok but can we talk about that proposal again and how cute it was," ginny exclaimed, grabbing onto the oldest girl's hand and twirling, though almost falling due to the wedges that adorned her feet, "i mean. i always saw you two together so i knew he was friendly but. the singing, the dancing, the 'falling onto his knees'. it was so romantic."
"ah, gin," the girl, though smiling, shook her head slightly, straightening up her younger friend, "it was cute, but i just don't see adrian like that. he's just a good friend."
"y/n, y/n, y/n. did you not see the way he looked at you? it was practically heart-eyes. he adores you. he had this soft smile on his face and his eyes glowed. it was like you had hung, no, handpicked the moon and the stars for him. he was enamoured."
"adrian is aromantic, gin. i can assure you he doesn't like me like that. besides, though he's my date, i've always had my eye on someone. the feelings just don't seem to be reciprocated."
ginny's smile faltered as she looked at her friend who was gazing down, twiddling her fingers
"if you're talking about my git of a brother," she held up a finger to the girl, whose mouth was slightly ajar, as if she were to ask 'which brother' "and before you get smart, i'm talking about fred. you're clearly not as smart as i thought you were if you think for a second that he doesn't like you. he's constantly talking about you and whatever you've done that was just 'oustanding' or 'astronomical' when you aren't around.. and then where you are around, he needs to be touching you in some way. if i thought adrian was enamoured with you, fred is gobsmacked, drop dead, head over heels, in love with you."
"then why didn't he ask me to the ball, gin? why did he ask angelina? and why did he do it in front of me? no, it doesn't matter. i don't think i have the right to ask that. just... clearly, whatever feelings he did feel.. aren't there," she looked over to the clock in the room before turning to the bed that had her dress hanging just above it, "come on. we've got just under two hours before the ball, and i would like to do your hair. your dress is beautiful by the way."
"well i know, and yes i understood, adrian does not like you and you do not like him and it's all platonic, but i just know he's gonna be blown away with how gorgeous you'll look. i mean the satin and the deepness of the green, which honestly suits you. even if he wore his house tie, it would still match your dress. you'd look hot as a slytherin. too bad you're too much of a lion to be a snake. platonic or not, this is still gonna be as much of a date as any other date you've been on or could go on. and don't look at me like that, enjoy your night with adrian. you deserve it."
before y/n could respond to the girl after having braided and pinned up her ginger hair into a half up/half down style, hermione's voice echoed from the bathroom
"y/n, could you please help me with my hair?"
"don't think for a second that i'm done with you gin, just give me a few minutes. i've got a choice of words with you."
"ah, would you look at the time. i think neville is downstairs waiting for me. see you soon."
"gin- GINERVA," before y/n could say the girl's full name, she had sped out of the dorm room, leaving the older girl to shake her head and huff, "i'm gonna kill her."
quickly slipping in her own dress, she then knocked on the bathroom door before opening it, to see a nervous hermione granger in a beautiful periwinkle dress that complimented the soft brown of her eyes
"and what is it that i will be doing with your hair tonight, miss?" she asked in a horrible mock posh accent, "would you care to flip through our catalogue? i personally love style 3."
"i was actually wondering if you could help me curl it and then pin it back, i don't want to do too much with it," she requests, finally looking over to her friend before gasping slightly, "the dress is absolutely gorgeous on you, y/n. adrian won't know what hit him. if we didn't already have dates, i'd take you myself. save me a dance, perhaps?"
"oh, of course, kind lady. it would be an honour to get the opportunity to dance with you at this regal ball," she continued with her horrible accent, whilst casting a charm to curl hermione's hair, going to speak again but losing the accent, her tone sincere, "you look beautiful, mione. i just know viktor won't be able to keep his eyes off you. and i mean, i wouldn't blame him. i wouldn't want to look away from you either. you really did a wonderful job at picking the dress. should i ever get married, obviously as one of my bridesmaids, or even maid of honour, i'd have you pick out the dresses without a doubt. ok, all done. what do you think?"
"oh, y/n," before y/n could say anything, hermione threw her arms around her, "it's absolutely beautiful, thank you. ok, take a seat and i'll do your hair and your make up if you'd like. not that you'd need any. your natural beauty alone would blow the minds of the whole school, hogwarts, beauxbatons and durmstrang. veela's have nothing on you."
"granger, you flatter me. surprise me will you? i don't really have anything in mind so go at it however you see fit. and maybe just a clear gloss. that way, i can get absolutely hammered and not worry about having to remove a full face of make up."
at the request, hermione spun the girl so that she was no longer facing the mirror, taking the still charmed wand and curling her hair back to resemble that of beach waves, keeping it soft and light, not overdone, before parting her hair, braiding the top half of the two section before tying it off into two separate ponytails that sat on the top of her head, similar to a half up/half down style. she then applied a coat of clear gloss as requested, as well as a light coat of mascara to really accentuate her eyes, before spinning her again, ready for the reveal.
"i'd like to see adrian try and take his eyes away from you. it'd be with great difficulty, i'll tell you that much. you'll easily be the prettiest girl at the ball."
"oh, mione, you can't say that when you'll be there. if i'm gorgeous, you're absolutely stunning. i honestly am envious that viktor is taking you. though i'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. don't hide away too much, yeah? i will be getting that dance," she then hugged the younger girl, careful as to not wrinkle either dress or ruin either hairstyle, "thank you for this. i don't think i've ever felt this pretty. who needs a beauty team? i just need you, my girl. let's go blow everyone away, yeah?"
"let's do it."
walking down to the great hall, the duo heard gasps and saw looks of awe as they turned heads. y/n saw the youngest weasley standing with neville and her own date before looking around, her eyes settling on a cleaned up fred weasley who looked as handsome as ever. he seemed to have found her too, meeting her gaze
she wanted to smile bashfully and wave at the boy she considered her best friend before she saw the girl whose arm was linked with his. the girl that was hanging off of him. and she removed her gaze from him, keeping the small smile as she looked over to adrian, who was returning the smile as he met her gaze, walking over to meet her at the foot of the staircase
"i'll see you around, mione. blow them all away."
the girls hugged a final time before separating to move to their respective dates
"wow, y/l/n. you look incredible. didn't take you to be much of a green girl but it really does suit you. maybe you should've been sorted into slytherin, would've fit right in."
"mm, i don't think so. too many snakes for me to handle. i'm happy with my little pride of lions. must admit, you do look quite incredible yourself. very handsome. i very much like that your tie matches my dress. you wouldn't have asked one of my friends about the colour, would you?"
"whaat? me? never. that does not sound like me at all. but yes. yes i did. reckon we'll make quite the couple. turning heads left, right and centre."
"maybe i should have worn a burgundy. once in a lifetime opportunity to see you in red. reckon you'd look quite ravishing i suppose."
"maybe not so much. wouldn't want to make a fool of myself. at least you can pull off any colour, miss head-turner. shall we make our way inside now?"
"we shall. lead the way, mr head-turner."
from the other side of the hallway
fred was standing just outside the entrance of the great hall, in a group that consisted of himself and his date, angelina, george and his date, alicia spinnet, and lee and his date, patricia stimpson, when the three girls turned to the staircase to see who was making their way down and gasped
"look at our girl, ang. she looks amazing," exclaimed alicia, pulling george with her towards the girl, though george stopped her, "why are we stopping?"
"the girl still needs to find her date, ali. we'll see her inside, alright?"
the girl pouted slightly before nodding and returning her gaze to their third chaser
"did you guys see pucey's proposal to her? it was so romantic and she looked so happy. if i'm being honest though, i thought you'd ask her freddie. especially after that dance practice a few weeks ago. but you have to admit, she and pucey make quite the cute couple. it had to have been the talk of the school. one of our chasers with slytherin's chaser and heartthrob, adrian pucey. i mean she was left smiling hours after. sure, he can't sing to save his life, but it was adorable. the way he got on his knees and grapsed onto her. the way he spun her. her cackle! i don't think i've seen her so hap-" angelina was cut off mid-sentence
"can we stop talking about how cute pucey and y/l/n would be? this isn't about them."
"woah, what's wrong with you? besides it's the truth isn't it? isn't she your best friend? you'd think you'd be happy for her?"
"she can be with pucey for all i care. he's bloody perfect for her, isn't he?" fred sneered, moving his gaze to look at the girl, his glare dropping as he saw that her eyes met his before she turned away, "i just want the best for her. that's all."
george could only smirk, wanting to slap the back of his twin's head but refraining and he rested his arm around alicia
"it seems to me like your jealous, freddie."
fred could only scoff, his glare returning and focusing on his brother
"shove off. whatever, let's just go inside." he suggested as he saw the girl he longed for enter the great hall with her date
looking around the now wintry filled hall, y/n couldn't help but gasp, her grasp around adrian's arm tightening
just when you thought the school couldn't get anymore magical
"oh, ade it's wonderful. it's so magical."
"i'm afraid that's to be expected in a school of witchcraft and wizardry, my dear. thought you knew that. this'll shock you. we also have wands each that produce spells and charms. just as magical."
rolling her eyes but smiling nonetheless, she lightly shoved the boy before looping her arm through his once more
"shut up, smart arse, you know what i mean."
"i do. but i must say, it's got nothing on you and your beauty. really did me dirty because now i have to fend off the whole school. it'd be considered lucky if i'm 436th in the line of 947. you really have charmed the school, y/l/n."
"you flatter me. look, here come the champions? ugh, my mione is so gorgeous. booked myself a dance with her, i did. luckiest girl in the world i consider myself to be."
"well i guess i'm 437th in the line now. i hope you're ready for your feet to be aching."
"oh stop it ade. if anything, you're 537th. no, i probably won't dance with that many people, to be completely honest. you, mione, ginny, luna, maybe george if i can catch a word with alicia. oh my goodness. look at fleur. she's absolutely stunning."
"again. i mean, yeah she's pretty. but looking at the girl on my arm, she's nothing but a caterpillar next to the butterfly that is you. don't tell her that though. she might send the whole of beauxbatons on my ass and i'd like to be around long enough to walk you back to your common room."
"you're such a flirt. might wanna watch out before i start to believe less and less that you're aromantic."
"why? is the infamous y/n y/l/n scared to fall in love with the handsome, dashing, charming, endearing, loving, kind and caring adrian pucey?"
"not to mention cocky and the lack of humbleness. but no. in fact it's quite the opposite. wouldn't want to break your heart when you inevitably fall in love with me, ade."
"oh because it will hurt for sure. thank you for watching out for my heart," he chuckled, grasping his chest, as if to reinforce the protection he holds over his heart, "i just want to give you the full experience as my date. that includes the corny compliments, horrible jokes and puns and of course my amazing dancing skills. so, what do you say? we go spike the punch, have a few glasses and then hit the dance floor and show everyone what we're made of? not enough to be absolutely wasted, but enough to allow you to feel the rush, enough to be tipsy, enough for you to sober up easily after a couple songs."
"let's do it."
5 minutes later
the dances of the champions has concluded and now other couples are invited to occupy the vast dance room
y/n and adrian, three glasses of spiked punch layer, were just a little tipsy, feeling the rush of the alcohol but were stable enough to find each other's touch and guided the other to the dance floor as a familiar song began to play
something told me it was over
when i saw you and her talking
something deep down in my soul said "cry girl"
when i saw you and that girl walking around
swaying together, the pair moved closer, the warmth welcoming both of them, something nice about being able hold each other like this, whilst knowing that the only thing that would come out of tonight would be a closer friendship
"i love this song. the lyrics tell such a sad story but etta james just captures the feelings that should be portrayed so beautifully. the fact that she'd want to lose her sense of sight than to have to watch the man she's in love with push her to the side as he pursues another."
i would rather, i woukd rather be blind
than to see you walk away
so you see, i love you so much
that i don't wanna watch you leave me
"the song is rather sad. i must say though. i wouldn't want to go blind when i have you in front of me, dazzling the whole school."
"and so the corny puns start, huh? do your worst, pucey."
"oh darling, don't worry. i plan to."
when the reflection in the glass
that i held to my lips now
revealed the tears that are all on my face
baby i'd rather be blind
than to see you walk away from me
the song then ended, though the pair continue to sway, seemingly lost in their own world as another fan favourite began to play, y/n removing her head from adrian's shoulder to better appreciate the abba song, if you will, grasping the hand that rested on her hand to manoeuvre him around, matching the tempo the upbeat song
you can dance
you can jive
having the time of your life
see that girl
watch that scene
digging the dancing queen
"i swear this song is like every teenage girl's 'anthem', i guess you could call it. i heard this song a lot growing up. mum loved it."
the two would spin each other, the previous stance during the slower dance gone as they were laughing loudly together. they were sure to remember this night for the rest of their lives
anybody could be that guy
night is young and the music's high
with a bit of rock music
everything is fine
you're in the mood for a dance
and when you get the chance
"dad always found mum's taste in music a little weird, being a muggle and all, but he loved her and her weird little quirks so much. he loved how happy she got whenever the song would play, so he always played it any chance he got."
"was wondering who you inherited your quirkiness from. figured it was something you picked up on your own. seems that isn't the case."
slapping his chest lightly, she threw her head back, laughing
"oi! how rude. some gentleman you are, ade. feeling real flattered right now. like gosh, i might faint. falling head over heels."
"oh shush."
you are the dancing queen
young and sweet
only seventeen
dancing queen
feel the beat of the tambourine
"i didn't think i'd have this much fun if i'm being honest," y/n laughed as they continued to mindlessly jump and twirl around together, knowing that others were watching, and that they'd probably look at the two weirdly for their assortment of strange dance moves, "but i'm so glad i'm here with you tonight, ade. the evening has been absolutely wonderful."
"your mother was a muggle, right?"
"yes? why?"
"just had to be sure. do you know if she ever went to those muggle balls that they hold in movies? prom was it?"
"i didn't know you watched muggle films," she glanced over to the boy who was now bashful, sporting a small smile, "but uh, no. prom is an american event. mum, however, did go to a formal. who she went with, i wouldn't know. i just know it wasn't dad. she met him a good 5 years after she finished school."
"well, i saw that proms often crown for prom king and queen. if you ask me, who needs a prom queen when i have my dancing queen right in front of me."
she cackled once again, wanting to slap his chest yet again but deciding against it and instead fixing up his tie which had been a little lopsided
"you really are something, you know that."
"i think they have one more upbeat song before they play a final slow song, so what you say we have a few more glasses and sober up before the last dance."
another three glasses later and the second last song began to ring out through the hall
i've got sunshine on a cloudy day
when it's cold outside
i've got the month of may
"this song just makes me so happy. it was my parents wedding song. mum grew up with it and she introduced dad to the song after their second date. dad's loved it ever since. would always sing it to her. it makes me feel warm."
i guess
you'd say
what can make me feel this way
my girl
talking 'bout my girl
"i wish i grew up on songs like these. they just seem so nostalgic even though i'm hearing them for the first time tonight."
"ade, you're joking? you cannot be serious. this is urgent. every time we hang out, no matter what, i will play one song. this just isn't acceptable. i refuse to believe it."
i've got so much honey
the bees envy me
i've got a sweeter song
than the birds in the trees
"what do you say y/l/n? reckon my singing the other week was sweeter than the birds that roam hogwarts?"
"that was singing? well, sweet isn't the first word that comes to mind."
"oi, you should be grateful. i don't give out thise performances for free. only on special occasions. it was a moment to remember forever."
whilst the two swayed and the girl sang to the boy, a ginger haired, sulking, teenage boy was staring off at them from his seated position
"you're staring. the song is about to end freddie, just ask her. i'm sure adrian won't mind. everyone knows you're her best friend."
"why would she want to dance with me, ang? she looks quite content with pucey. what's the point?"
"it's just one dance, fred. besides, you've been frowning all night and that's not like you, it's weird."
"quite the date i am huh? sorry. you would've been better off with harry and he's just as much of a lousy date as i am. at least his date got a dance."
"it's alright. i still got a few dances with alicia and you know i've had my eye on roger davis. got a dance with him so i'd say my night was pretty successful."
"that makes one of us."
suddenly, before the final song was to commence, dumbledore had a final announcement to make
"the yule ball is coming to a close and so i must announce before the final dance that there is to be a change in scene. i ask that you gentlemen or women invite another to the dance floor that he or she did not accompany to the ball."
"see, there's your chance fred. take it."
"if anything, she'd probably want to dance with geor-"
"FRED WEASLEY YOU GO OVER TO THAT GIRL AND YOU ASK HER TO DANCE RIGHT NOW BEFORE I ASK FOR YOU MYSELF! i am sick of your pity party of despair and loneliness. just go for it."
he could only sigh as he stood up from the seat he had been sat in for the last 2 hours, making his way over to the pair, though lord knows his heart was 2 seconds away from pounding violently through his ribcage and out of his chest
whilst fred made his way over, the two were still away in their own world, wanting the moment to last just a little longer
"was hoping i'd get my last dance with you. i've had so much fun tonight and i don't want it to end."
"i've had a lot of fun too. was quite the experience having the prettiest girl in hogwarts wrapped in my arms, swaying to muggle misic. who would have thought. i think i might sit this one out. i don't see myself dancing with anyone else that isn't you."
"are you sure you're aromantic, ade? like, straight up? 100%?"
though he knew she meant nothing by it, he still laughed lightly and hugged her before pulling away so they were both at arms distance
"straight up. if i wasn't, i would have been kissing the hell out of you. i can assure you i feel no romantic feelings. even after having you in my embrace for the last 2 hours, it's nothing but platonic. i just don't see anything happening. that, and i can see a certain ginger making his way over and i don't fancy getting kocked out right now. so, after the dance, i'll meet you and escort you to your common room to see you off."
looking to her right slightly, her heartbeat quickens as she sees a hurried fred weasley making his way over before she turns back to adrian
"are you sure? i could just sit with you?"
"i'm sure. i'll just sit with miles. poor bloke was rejected so he's been sat at the table, drinking. reckon i should go over before he dies of alcohol poisoning because trust me, he will find a way. besides, i think someone wants to dance with you. about time if you ask me."
and with that, adrian placed a final kiss on her forehead before he walked away, sending a last wink towards her before turning and not looking back
she could only watch his retreating back for a moment longer before she felt a tap on her shoulder
feeling like her chest was about to explode, she took a slow, deep breath before turning to see the boy who, after the weeks that went by with distance between them, still had her heart
"hi? um, you look.. good?" his face furrowed, slightly frowning as he shook his head, "i mean, obviously you look better than good. amazing, incredible, gorgeous, spectacular. all eyes were on you tonight and reasonably so. the dark green really stood out against your skin. you and pu- adrian really blew the whole school away. it was really cute. anyway, it was nice talking to yo-"
"fred, do you want to dance with me?"
here she was with her heart on her sleeves as she awaited his answer. fred was flabbergasted
"i- me?"
"i mean, no one else is around," she said as she gestured to the empty space around her, "what do you say, freddie? for old times sake? accompany me for the final dance?"
"how could i say no?"
she let out a breath of relief as she took the hand that was held out to her, a small smile growing on her face as she felt warm
dumbledore moved to the centre of the stage a final time
"now, please join me in welcoming mr jon mclaughlin who has warmly agreed to sing our final song for the evening. mr mclaughlin, the stage is yours."
a light piano echoes through the hall as y/n gazes into fred's eyes, something she hasn't done for a while, something she has missed
she missed her freddie and she finally had him back in her arms and she was reluctant to let go
you're in my arms
and all the world is gone
the music playing on for only two
she wanted to say something, anything. she wanted nothing more than to catch up with the boy in front of her but nothing came to mind
so she just held on tighter, resting her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as they swayed in time, the rest of the world beginning to fade out as they lost themselves to the music and the soft voice of mr mclaughlin
so close
together
and when i'm with you
so close to feeling alive
he too had a lot on his mind. like how effortlessly perfect she was. from the way her eyes shone as the fire of the floating candles reflected off of them. how her cheeks now adorned its usual rosy hues. how in love he was with her
"you really are beautiful, love."
a life goes by
romantic dreams must die
so i bid mine goodbye
and never knew
"thank you, freddie. i must say, you look quite swell yourself."
"ah, you know. i just pulled this little getup from out of my trunk. curled my hair a little, though it's nothing compared to you. i never thought i'd love seeing you in green so much."
she couldn't help but lean closer, wanting to be as close to the boy as possible
"so, you and pucey, huh? when did that become a thing?"
"adrian?"
"is there another pucey running around that i don't know about?"
y/n could only scoff, though it was light-hearted
"smart arse. there isn't a thing. we're just friends. freddie, i don't want to talk about adrian. just. dance with me."
so close
was waiting
waiting here for you
and now forever i know
all that i want is
to hold you
so close
she rested her head on his shoulder, with a little struggle but she got there and and shared a look with angelina, who only winked at the girl. similarly, fred, who now turned was facing adrian who could only raise his drink in acknowledgement, smiling, and seeming to have mouthed the words, 'well done weasley', to which fred just shook his head, the smile never leaving his face
so close
to reaching that famous happy end
almost believing this one's not pretend
and now you're beside me
and look how far we've come
so far
we are
so close
looking back on their years together, the pair couldn't help but wonder why this didn't happen sooner, why they elongated the pain and sat through the hurt when they could've shared this moment of peace and euphoria earlier
they thought about the weeks they had spent apart and in the presence of another when all they needed was each other. what were they thinking, honestly?
"are you singing, frederick gideon weasley?"
"for you, i'd do just about anything, love."
she sighed happily before she thought back to that afternoon in the great hall. the study session
"i really thought you were gonna ask me. i was so sure, especially when you looked at me with those warm eyes of yours and your happy, boyish grin and i was so excited. but then, you turned and asked someone else. and i had to leave. i couldn't be around to hear all the giggles you both shared whilst i was slowly breaking."
oh how could i face the faceless days
if i should lose you now
"y/n, i'm so sorry. believe me when i say that i was planning on asking you. that afternoon, during dance practice. i was set on asking you then. but then you said-"
"that i might have found someone i wanted to sweep me off my feet. did it never occur to you that i was thinking about you? freddie, i had, have literal heart eyes for you. was it not even a little obvious?"
"i guess not, love," he said, shaking his head at his own obliviousness, "i just. wanted the best for you. and if you had already found it in someone else, then i was fine with that. well, i wasn't but i wasn't gonna let it show. when you said that, i thought someone else had asked. and that you had said yes. so i asked angie, and ended up being a shit date, so i owe her big time. but then when i left to chase after you, adrian was there, singing, in a horrible accent i'd like to add, and in the middle of it all, you just looked so happy, despite the tear tracks that stained your face. your smile was so bright. and then he asked you and you said yes and i just felt. defeated. which is unfair, but i didn't know you were dateless. had i known, i would've asked myself. i just should have asked you about it, but instead, i went and asked someone else, i made you cry and then i pushed you into the arms of another in the process. i was just a downright git who doesn't deserve you. i'm lucky you're dancing with me ri-"
we're so close
to reaching that famous happy end
almost believing this one's not pretend
let's go on dreaming though we know we are
rolling her eyes, she pulled him even closer, if it were possible, titling her head ever so slightly to slot her lips onto his, shutting him up
and it was like sparks, no, fireworks went off and they lost themselves to each other. this was where they truly belonged
"do you ever shut up? you ramble a lot, freddie. i'd say it's cute and a little impressive but then it kept going on and on and i didn't know when you'd st-"
fred leans in again, the kiss lasting a little longer than the first, the otherwise chilly night feeling rather warm
"fred, you just kissed someone with a dirty mouth."
fred grinned gingerly, leaning in to whisper into her ear
"yeah. and i'm about to do it again."
so close
so close
and still
so far
adrian and angelina, who was accompanied by roger davis, sat off to the side, grinning at the kissing couple, bumping fists under the table
"i reckon she doesn't need me to escort her to the common room anymore. suppose i should take drunk-off-his face over here back to our dorm," adrian says to angelina, gesturing to the shitfaced miles bletchley, "tell y/n i said goodnight. if you get the chance to."
and with that, adrian left the yule ball with his drunk mate attached to his arm and a smile on his face, happy that his friend finally got the guy she wanted
her freddie
is that a wrap?! i think fucking so. this will forever be my baby because believe me when i say i've never written a fic this long but it was so worth it.. love yall <33
Summary; au where- if your soulmate attends hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry- their house crest appears on your left wrist when they get sorted.
Word Count; 9.8k
A/N; this was completely inspired by this prompt i found by @newajgo. i spoke with her prior to writing this and got her blessing and i encourage you to communicate with authors you take inspiration from as well! life’s far too short to steal each other’s ideas!! anyways there isn’t enough adrian content on this app and i thought this fit him perfectly. also i did not anticipate this being any longer than 5k words and it is now almost twice that!! we love <333
also! as always, i try to keep my work as close to canon-typical as i can- but there may be some inaccuracies in terms of characters and their details (mostly cuz almost everyone in his fic is quite literally a background character 😭 it really is a hard knock life 4 us)
Warnings; muggleborn hufflepuff!reader, fem!reader, possibly ooc!draco? but not really? idk i found it hard to write him as just a side character lol,
Dates Written; October 25th - November 11, 2021
It was an autumn morning in 1989 when Y/N’s father noticed the snake-like symbol on his daughter’s wrist. A Saturday morning. They were in the kitchen getting breakfast ready. She was mixing pancake batter when he saw it. It wasn’t there the day before, was it? No, he would’ve noticed such a strange mark.
“Y/N, darling. Come here” he said softly, she hopped out of her chair and joined him on the other side of the kitchen island. He took her hand into his to inspect the mark. “Darling, does this hurt?” he asked as he ran his thumb over it. The mark didn’t smear or smudge and it rose off her soft skin ever so slightly, like a scar or a tattoo.
Y/N looked curiously at it. She hadn’t noticed it before. She shook her head in response to her father’s question.
It was the last weekend of summer break, Y/N was due to start year 4 at primary school the following Monday. She thought hard to when it could’ve happened. The mark wasn’t there yesterday, she was sure of it.
He nodded, deciding to drop it- and Y/N went back to mixing the pancake batter.
As time went on, Y/N grew to love her snake-like mark. She didn’t know where it came from, and no matter what she tried- it never went away. It took her a while but eventually, it became her favourite part about herself. She was sure no one else in the world had the exact same one. She dreamt that it had a deeper meaning. Y/N had always been known for her overactive imagination. She dreamt that it was a clue about her past life, perhaps she died from a snake bite. She dreamt that it would lead her on a great adventure or to her true purpose in life.
Of course, Y/N was also always a realistic kid. She knew the chances of any of these things being true was slim to none.
i reread invisible string 🤭 never fails to make me giggle. i would reread august bc it’s a masterpiece but i remember how distraught i was so maybe another time.
note: second part to strings. race and apperance isn't mentioned but y/n uses she/her
warnings: a couple swear words
a/n: two posts in one day is crazy for me. Ameila is giving Murray from ST hehe. The grammar is correct this time because I wrote this on my computer instead of my phone like i normally do. Also I learned how to do the keep reading break
Come morning time, y/n was alone again. Alone with hardly any recollection of what happened a few hours ago. Instead of breakfast, the families opted for brunch, which y/n had walked into.
“Sit!” Her father encouraged her. The only open seat, unfortunately, being across from Adrian. While she didn’t remember exactly what she said, she knew it wasn’t nothing. He was so passive this morning it almost hurt to watch them interact.
“Toast?” He offered her the plate.
She nodded and took a half slice, “Thank you.”
“We’re going down to the beach later.” Adrian’s mother informed them. Y/n just nodded.
Y/n’s mind was still on last night, everything was in place but it wasn’t right. Amelia–Adrian’s oldest sister–seemed to notice too, as she could not stop giggling into her tea cup.
Adrian wasn’t kicking or pushing her, he was being awfully gentle. “Orange juice?”
“Sure, thanks.” It was becoming unsettling, not just for her but for everyone else at the table. Their mothers were overjoyed by the sudden change, as their lifelong dream of their children being together might actually occur.
“DId you have fun last night, Y/n?” Amelia asked. Y/n’s eyes went to the side to look at her before turning her head to respond.
“Yea, I might go out again tonight.”
“I bet, let me know so I can join you. You should come with ua, Ade.”
“I’m still tired from last night.”
“Didn’t sleep well?” Amelia pouted.
He squinted at her to stop, “No, not really.” He hadn’t slept at all. He couldn’t believe he pushed Y/n away completely. She had been around for so long, put up with all of his antics, or so he thought. Truthfully, she put up with it because she had to but she would complain about it every chance she got.
“I’m going for a bike ride before we leave,” Y/n stood up from her seat. She went up to her room to change and to review what could have possibly happened to prompt Adrian’s sudden sickly sweet behavior. Staring at the posters on the ceiling, she fell back into her bed.
They went to the party, that part she remembered clearly but as the drinks rolled in, her memory faded. Adrian brought her home, she got in bed, she told him that she hates him- SHE TOLD HIM THAT SHE HATES HIM. Her palm came down to her forehead.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
She meant it though. All Adrian had ever done since third year was terrorize her and her friends. He wasn’t that 11,12 year old who wanted her to help him with transfiguration. He was now the 16 year old who flirted with girls he knows Y/n doesn’t like. He was the 16 year old who did everything in his power so Y/n couldn’t be able to bring home any boy who wasn’t him.
There was a knock on her door. “Come in.” It was him.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
“You still wanna go on that bike ride? You’ve been up here a while.”
“Yea., I’m gonna go in a bit. You’ve been acting weird all morning.”
“To be fair, you were asleep all morning, it's past noon now.” Adrian smiled. It faltered when he realized you didn’t find it amusing.
“Adrian?”
“Yea?”
“Why are you like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like this! You’ve spent the past three years doing everything and anything to make me mad, to get under my skin. And then you act like you’re the picture of innocence!”
“You make me a jealous mess, Y/n! I’m sorry I’ve pushed your boyfriends off their brooms and hex them whenever they’re away from you!”
“You’re not entitled to me!”
“I know that.” His voice was barely above a whisper. His head dipped back against the door frame.
“Just because our mothers want us together doesn’t mean it’s going to happen.I told you that as long as you treat me the way you do, I won’t go out with you and I meant it.” Her voice was firm but even if it had been wavering, Adrian knew it to be true.
He nodded and left.
Not long after, Amelia slipped in, giggling as she had been during brunch. “Lovers quarrel?”
“No.” Y/n pulled her new shirt down, “Your parents and my parents aren’t arguing.”
“Oh I know that. I was talking about you and Adrian.”
“We aren’t lovers and will never be.”
“Whatever you say.” She slipped out as smoothly as she slipped in, only her head was still inside the room, “Your brother and I have a bet, don’t let me down.” She winked.
“Get out. Amelia!” She chucked a pillow at the door.
Y/n rushed out herroom to the backyard, hoping no one else wanted to give their unwanted opinion. She got a running head start before hopping onto her bike.
“Bit mad, huh?” Her brother called out.
“Shut up, asshole!” The wind carried her string of insults to him as Y/n peddled away.
At the beach, the families set up a good distance from the water. Y/n had no intention of getting in the water so soon. So when she was asked to join a game of volleyball, she agreed almost instantly.
Adrian, on the other hand, got into the water as soon as he put his stuff down. He almost didn’t even realize when one of the boys wrapped his arms around Y/n to fix her form. He wouldn’t have noticed if it hadn’t been for his youngest sister who pointed it out.
“Ads, who’s that with Y/n?’
“Just a friend.” He dove in, making Annabelle, who was on his shoulders, shriek at the cold water.
They didn’t speak the entire time at the beach, until the very end.
“Adrian, can you please tell Y/n it’s time to go?” Her mother asked. Although he didn’t want to, he nodded and made his way towards her.
“Y/n, we’re leaving.” Adrian kept his distance from the pair. She turned to look at him as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at the shining waters.
“Bye,'' she said softly to the other boy.
The car ride home was full of chatter and laughter but Adrian was miserable. Though Y/n was doing much better than him, she also wasn’t doing amazing.
Amelia leaned into her, “Why the long face? New boyfriend wasn’t adequate?”
Y/n scowled, “He’s not my boyfriend and he was…fine. And it’s his last day here before he goes back to America so…”
“Huh seems you were robbed of a summertime romance.” Amelia leaned back in her seat.
“I don’t want anything with him! He was just fun to talk to!” Y/n whisper yelled. Adrian whipped his head back to look at them and accidentally made eye contact with Y/n, who quickly turned to look out the window.
“Ah to be young and dumb,” Her brother sighed. He laughed at the thud from Y/n kicking his seat.
“You’re three years older than me dipshit!”
“Language!” One of the adults called out.
The rest of the summer continued like that. Barely any acknowledgments between the two.
They were now in their sixth year and Adrian had been made headboy. Y/n now found herself in an empty compartment, waiting for her friends to arrive. Adrian stepped inside, sitting in front of her. “Look, I know I’m a total arse to you and you will never date me but if we could just be friends.”
Y/n looked at him for a moment. He was being sincere, something that wasn’t very common towards her. She nodded, “Friends.”
note: second part to strings. race and apperance isn't mentioned but y/n uses she/her
warnings: a couple swear words
a/n: two posts in one day is crazy for me. Ameila is giving Murray from ST hehe. The grammar is correct this time because I wrote this on my computer instead of my phone like i normally do. Also I learned how to do the keep reading break
Come morning time, y/n was alone again. Alone with hardly any recollection of what happened a few hours ago. Instead of breakfast, the families opted for brunch, which y/n had walked into.
“Sit!” Her father encouraged her. The only open seat, unfortunately, being across from Adrian. While she didn’t remember exactly what she said, she knew it wasn’t nothing. He was so passive this morning it almost hurt to watch them interact.
“Toast?” He offered her the plate.
She nodded and took a half slice, “Thank you.”
“We’re going down to the beach later.” Adrian’s mother informed them. Y/n just nodded.
Y/n’s mind was still on last night, everything was in place but it wasn’t right. Amelia–Adrian’s oldest sister–seemed to notice too, as she could not stop giggling into her tea cup.
Adrian wasn’t kicking or pushing her, he was being awfully gentle. “Orange juice?”
“Sure, thanks.” It was becoming unsettling, not just for her but for everyone else at the table. Their mothers were overjoyed by the sudden change, as their lifelong dream of their children being together might actually occur.
“DId you have fun last night, Y/n?” Amelia asked. Y/n’s eyes went to the side to look at her before turning her head to respond.
“Yea, I might go out again tonight.”
“I bet, let me know so I can join you. You should come with us, Ade.”
“I’m still tired from last night.”
“Didn’t sleep well?” Amelia pouted.
He squinted at her to stop, “No, not really.” He hadn’t slept at all. He couldn’t believe he pushed Y/n away completely. She had been around for so long, put up with all of his antics, or so he thought. Truthfully, she put up with it because she had to but she would complain about it every chance she got.
“I’m going for a bike ride before we leave,” Y/n stood up from her seat. She went up to her room to change and to review what could have possibly happened to prompt Adrian’s sudden sickly sweet behavior. Staring at the posters on the ceiling, she fell back into her bed.
They went to the party, that part she remembered clearly but as the drinks rolled in, her memory faded. Adrian brought her home, she got in bed, she told him that she hates him- SHE TOLD HIM THAT SHE HATES HIM. Her palm came down to her forehead.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
She meant it though. All Adrian had ever done since third year was terrorize her and her friends. He wasn’t that 11,12 year old who wanted her to help him with transfiguration. He was now the 16 year old who flirted with girls he knows Y/n doesn’t like. He was the 16 year old who did everything in his power so Y/n couldn’t be able to bring home any boy who wasn’t him.
There was a knock on her door. “Come in.” It was him.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
“You still wanna go on that bike ride? You’ve been up here a while.”
“Yea, I’m gonna go in a bit. You’ve been acting weird all morning.”
“To be fair, you were asleep all morning, it's past noon now.” Adrian smiled. It faltered when he realized you didn’t find it amusing.
“Adrian?”
“Yea?”
“Why are you like this?”
“Like what?”
“Like this! You’ve spent the past three years doing everything and anything to make me mad, to get under my skin. And then you act like you’re the picture of innocence!”
“You make me a jealous mess, Y/n! I’m sorry I’ve pushed your boyfriends off their brooms and hex them whenever they’re away from you!”
“You’re not entitled to me!”
“I know that.” His voice was barely above a whisper. His head dipped back against the door frame.
“Just because our mothers want us together doesn’t mean it’s going to happen.I told you that as long as you treat me the way you do, I won’t go out with you and I meant it.” Her voice was firm but even if it had been wavering, Adrian knew it to be true.
He nodded and left.
Not long after, Amelia slipped in, giggling as she had been during brunch. “Lovers quarrel?”
“No.” Y/n pulled her new shirt down, “Your parents and my parents aren’t arguing.”
“Oh I know that. I was talking about you and Adrian.”
“We aren’t lovers and will never be.”
“Whatever you say.” She slipped out as smoothly as she slipped in, only her head was still inside the room, “Your brother and I have a bet, don’t let me down.” She winked.
“Get out. Amelia!” She chucked a pillow at the door.
Y/n rushed out herroom to the backyard, hoping no one else wanted to give their unwanted opinion. She got a running head start before hopping onto her bike.
“Bit mad, huh?” Her brother called out.
“Shut up, asshole!” The wind carried her string of insults to him as Y/n peddled away.
At the beach, the families set up a good distance from the water. Y/n had no intention of getting in the water so soon. So when she was asked to join a game of volleyball, she agreed almost instantly.
Adrian, on the other hand, got into the water as soon as he put his stuff down. He almost didn’t even realize when one of the boys wrapped his arms around Y/n to fix her form. He wouldn’t have noticed if it hadn’t been for his youngest sister who pointed it out.
“Ads, who’s that with Y/n?’
“Just a friend.” He dove in, making Annabelle, who was on his shoulders, shriek at the cold water.
They didn’t speak the entire time at the beach, until the very end.
“Adrian, can you please tell Y/n it’s time to go?” Her mother asked. Although he didn’t want to, he nodded and made his way towards her.
“Y/n, we’re leaving.” Adrian kept his distance from the pair. She turned to look at him as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked at the shining waters.
“Bye,'' she said softly to the other boy.
The car ride home was full of chatter and laughter but Adrian was miserable. Though Y/n was doing much better than him, she also wasn’t doing amazing.
Amelia leaned into her, “Why the long face? New boyfriend wasn’t adequate?”
Y/n scowled, “He’s not my boyfriend and he was…fine. And it’s his last day here before he goes back to America so…”
“Huh seems you were robbed of a summertime romance.” Amelia leaned back in her seat.
“I don’t want anything with him! He was just fun to talk to!” Y/n whisper yelled. Adrian whipped his head back to look at them and accidentally made eye contact with Y/n, who quickly turned to look out the window.
“Ah to be young and dumb,” Her brother sighed. He laughed at the thud from Y/n kicking his seat.
“You’re three years older than me dipshit!”
“Language!” One of the adults called out.
The rest of the summer continued like that. Barely any acknowledgments between the two.
They were now in their sixth year and Adrian had been made headboy. Y/n now found herself in an empty compartment, waiting for her friends to arrive. Adrian stepped inside, sitting in front of her. “Look, I know I’m a total arse to you and you will never date me but if we could just be friends.”
Y/n looked at him for a moment. He was being sincere, something that wasn’t very common towards her. She nodded, “Friends.”
Description: Stuck in Scotland with your co-worker Graham Montague feels like a curse more than your actual job as Curse breakers. Warnings: Graham being annoying and flirty. Word count: 1.7k A/N: This was a request! I hope you enjoy. i always imagine graham to be a big flirt and incredibly insufferable so here we are. Let me know what you think :)
The trains were down. The extreme heat of the summer had started to cause the train tracks to buckle as the weather expanded and bent the steel. Delays up to hours being pasted on the train times board as they waited for it to be safe to travel again. Rooms and outside filled with workers, students and families fanning themselves to try to stay cold but failing miserably.
Graham Montague had suggested you both apparate back home to London from Scotland but you argued against it. You were already on thin ice with international laws after another one of Graham's incidents during work in Egypt, you couldn't risk illegally apparating across countries without a permit.
So instead of being at home you're sitting here, hot, bothered, surrounded by other angry people waiting to go home. Montague is next to you, his finger tapping the plastic of the armrest. Tap. Tap. Tap. You’ve begun to flinch at the sound, not one thought runs through your head except the annoying, unnecessary, completely frustrating noise filling the air. There’s probably a spell that could cut that finger right off his hand. Painless or maybe I want it to be painful-
“How long will this take?'' He interrupts your thinking.
“I don't know” Short. Snappy.
“This is ridiculous”
“Don't make a scene”
“I’m not going to make a scene”
You both go quiet again staring out at everyone else. You catch a glimpse of his finger about to tap again and you grab it tightly, throwing his arm back into his lap forcefully.
“Tap again and I will use an unforgivable’ You whisper sweat building at your hairline from the lack of ventilated air and anger building in your chest.
Even your time at Hogwarts was made miserable by Montague. Sitting across from you in every shared class. Intense stares and him mockingly revealing his Outstanding grades just to spite you. Even applying for the same Curse Breaker job at Gringotts just to torment you. Insufferable. He was insufferable.
“Oh I know you would” he smirks standing up “But unlucky for you i'm leaving”
“Where” you demand, already frustrated “What if they fix it and you’re not here?”
“Then come with me” he suggests shrugging, picking up his lightweight carry bag flinging it over his shoulder. You groan standing up grabbing hold of your own belongings and following him out. Where you were going you didnt care just praying Graham would turn into somewhere with a fan and be done with it. But you end up in-front of a museum not too far from the station.
What? We don't not come across enough old objects for our job? We have to look at them inside glass cages too?
But you don't say a word because for the first time Graham isn't chatting his mouth off or flirting with you to get on your nerves. Instead he’s quiet and observing. Looking oddly beautiful with his stubble and unkept dark hair against the clean cut white appearance of the museum. A calm elegance about him to the point he almost looks vulnerable.
“We found this one didn't we?” he asks quietly, stopping in front of a display cabinet of a jewellery box.
The jewellery box itself wasn’t magical -as you found out- but the contents inside most definitely were. Gringotts must have kept the contents, selling the box to this muggle museum. You nod slowly remembering the day unfold. How Graham had picked up a cursed bracelet from inside and developed an illness within 24 hours. You had sat by his cot in St Mungos when his skin was pale and he hallucinated. It was horrible and you went to bed that night sobbing feeling ill yourself. You had let your coworker- your partner touch an object and fall sick. Luckily you had gotten to the healers in time. Yet the guilt still ate at you and as much as you snapped at him and told him off you would do anything to protect him if it came down to it. You know he would do the same.
That's why the Curse Breaker job was so special, teams of two the most. You’re forced to build an unbreakable trust to be certain that one would catch the other when they fell. It wasn't easy at the start, especially with Graham. He wasn't a team player even at Hogwarts the slytherin quidditch team was barely a team; More like individuals forced to play with one another. But he learnt slowly that you both have strengths and weaknesses. You needed each other and it wasn't a battle of who was better, it was a partnership.
“Do you know why I became a curse breaker?” He asks, eyes still glued to the object.
“Let me think. One, you love the danger of it all. Two, you love to brag. Three, you love being reckless and idiotic. Should I continue?” Graham rolls his eyes at the list but the smile is soft.
“Because I like history,” he pauses. “It fascinates me. Everything that came before us, everything we didn’t experience… people who lived and died leaving their mark for people to ponder and appreciate”
Your vision won't pry away from him. You had thought it was because he wanted to be in the limelight and action. You mistook the gleam in his eyes as an adrenaline fix, but rather it was fascination. A desire to learn, happy to be the bridge between ancient history and modern knowledge. You wonder how many objects he followed up on after you had passed them to Gringotts and its experts. Had he searched up the information historians found from the objects you both risked your lives for?
“I do love to brag though”’ he smirks but his attention is quickly diverted to behind you.
The staff door slightly ajar and Graham's eyes twinkle. He walks past you ignoring your panic stare pulling the door open.
“After you”
Debating whether to actually go in or not was shorter than expected. If you didnt Graham would most definitely go without you, leaving you in the foyer worried, sweating even more due to panic than the still hot air alone. So you go.
Always making me do things, Always getting ME into his trouble.
Graham's hand lays on your lower back and he guides you or more so pushing you to keep going despite every bone in your body wanting to turn back around and run. You could do cursed mommys, you could do dragons and spells but authority made you nervous. It's ridiculous and you're well aware. But you were the rational one whilst Graham was the impulsive one and somehow you made it work.
After various twists and turns, corners that felt never ending you finally make it and he stops in front of a door signed ‘Magical artefacts’, you both smile holding back a laugh.
“10 Galleons it's a carpet”
“20 it’s a lamp”
Grinning ear to ear Graham opens the door only to be met with a worker staring straight at you two dumbfounded and slightly angry “Hey, what are you two doing here?”
He grabs your hand without a thought tagging you along as he runs, he lets out rays of laughter and you can't help but laugh along too. The pathway back to the door you both came from long forgotten. Graham leads based on instinct and pure luck. Finally a flashing green exit sign appears and Graham turns around to face you but you've stumbled back into the wall to compose yourself. Breath heavy, his eyes staring into your own. He was stepping close, unnecessarily close. There was space behind him yet he was choosing to have his body pressed against yours. Licking your lips you lean against the wall wanting to disappear into it blaming your burning face on the heat rather than how you feel. Attracted to Graham Montague. ATTRACTED TO GRAHAM MONTAGUE. The worst part is that he knows it.
You perk up at the sound of dangling keys hitting each other as the worker runs towards where you stand now. But Graham leans in lips grazing your cheek lightly as he mumbles the words “Don't tell me your scared, this isn't even the most dangerous situation we’ve been in”
No it's physically not but emotionally you think you'll burst into flames burning down the museum and you along with it.
“Come on” he grabs your hand again rushing you both out.
He doesn't look back, doesn't even turn when they shout at the sight of you. He walks casually slipping out of the museum doors. All your brain can focus on is the grip his hand has around yours, squeezing it in reassurance ‘Hey it's fine’. But all you can think about is how close his lips came to yours, how they felt along your cheek. How his breath warmed your skin, making you shiver.
No no no no. This was Graham. You couldn't, you wouldn't.
“Exhilarating. Maybe I should change my job title”
“Professional trespasser?” you comment pushing back the hair that came loose from running.
“Has a good ring to it”
You shake your head, finding it extremely difficult to not look at him. Maybe that's why he had become so hard to be around and why he annoyed you so much. Because you realised the feelings you harboured were more than just workmates, old highschool rivals but something along the lines of… romantic. You just didn't know how to deal with it or how to bring it up.
Graham smiles snaking an arm around your shoulders hugging you close but you groan pushing him away claiming he stinks. His laugh echoes through your head not trying to hide the small smile on your face.
note: inspired by strings by shawn mendes, maybeeee follows the plot of the swan princess *wink wonk*. y/n is a ravenclaw, just bc i love ravenclaws and have so many headcanons about them. race and body type isn’t mentioned but y/n uses she/her pronouns
warnings: angst?? def hurt w no comfort 💀 and adrian being an attention seeker also written from 1 am to almost 3 am so the editing was kept to a minimum
a/n: back on my adrian bs eh oh el (pls yall write for him more, i need it) y’all are gonna hate that ending LMAOO. ion like how this turned out, i might go back thro in a couple days to re-edit this bc jesus christ
“oh baby, it’s cute.” vacations with the pucey’s were always a pain, despite resting in the lush italian countryside. the pucey’s and l/n’s were neighbors and met in hogwarts and having two children around the same time means y/n and adrian were always pushed together. it worked when theywere younger, much younger.
which is what her mother was showing off.
a tape of a three year old y/n and adrian, holding hands. partners in crime, or so he thought. in reality adrian was holding her hand and she couldn’t move it much because of the stickiness of melted popsicles gluing them together. she conveniently shuts off the tape right before y/n shoved adrian off of her.
the annual tape showing didn’t stop until their first year at hogwarts.
adrian, as talented as he is at quidditch, never really understood transfiguration; y/n—however—excelled. the ravenclaw common room, which was open to anyone who can solve the riddle, was surprisingly quiet. adrian disturbed that peace. loudly.
“y/n.” he gasped, as he had run from the dungeon to ravenclaw tower, “please…help me with…transfiguration.”
she rolled her eyes, “no.”
“no? why not?” his shoulders dropped. he knew why not, he also knew that bothering her would guarantee her attention.
“i have things to do,” y/n reference the scrolls of parchment laid out in front of her.
“but this will just be quick, i promise.” after a few moments and weighing her options, she agreed to help him, “oh sweet! thank you.” he quickly scurried to sit next to her.
“i’m not helping you now! i don’t have time!” y/n tried pushing him off her seat, “adrian, get off!”
“fine, whenever you have time, let me know. any time that works for you is fine.” his dorky smile was disgusting. he couldn’t believe she agreed to help him.
fifth year brought new hormones and new boyfriends. cedric diggory, hufflepuff quidditch captain and a lovely boy. adrian and him were quite similar, golden boys. her roommates loved poking fun at how she was dating adrian variants just so her mother wouldn’t be right about her and adrian.
“what does she even see in him?” adrian asks, with his nose wrinkled.
marcus and terence share a glance. terence sighs and puts his fork against his plate, “well, you see…he’s the captain of the hufflepuff team. he’s a prefect, probably going to be headboy—“
“—he didn’t almost set y/n on fire.” miles cuts terence off. graham elbowed him, “it’s true! she had to wear a bandage for a week.”
adrian ignored them, “anything he can do, i can do better.”
“we don’t doubt that, ade, but—“ adrian lifted his wand, pointing it at the goblet in between cedric and y/n “—what are you doing?” terence groans as he watches the pumpkin juice begin to bubble; suddenly stopping when adrian’s wand is pulled out of his hand and presses into y/n’s.
safe to say, her relationship with cedric didn’t last more than two months.
that summer was emotionally horrible. three failed relationships, all thanks to adrian putting his nose in her business.
y/n spent her days in the grass, absorbing the sun and her nights in the local town square, swaying drunkenly.
unfortunately, she could not go if adrian didn’t go. this was part of their mothers’ plan to grow a relationship between the two.
tonight, y/n decided to take a shot of every type of hard liquor available to her, forcing adrian to take care of her.
“c’mon l/n, let’s go home.” adrian hooked his form arm under her knees and she rolled her head into his shoulder.
as they stumbled back into the l/n family villa, adrian helped her slip out of her shoes and into her bed. she was a giggling mess until the moonlight bled over adrian’s face.
“sometimes, i hate you, ade,” she whispered. her eyes wide with knowledge. “i think you hate me too.”
“i don’t hate you.”
“my friends think you fancy me. i think they’re stupid because you of all people should know that i would never go out with someone who treats me the way you do. i don’t think you realize how many opportunities you’ve ruined for me. i want to like you but you make it impossible.”
“i’m sorry.” adrian was uncharacteristically quiet.
“can you sleep next to me for tonight?” y/n asks, drooling bc a little bit.
adrian nods, moving around her bed to lay on the other side.
fuck ok we went down that road.. well you know what adrian, you can shove this foot right up your as- sorry.. he got rid of 4 boyfies?? i mean, i get that y/n is like irresistible type shit but after the third one, maybe stop meddling with the lovelife yeah? anyway boo, despite what you think of it, it was still rlly amazing and i LOVED it <3
note: inspired by strings by shawn mendes, maybeeee follows the plot of the swan princess *wink wonk*. y/n is a ravenclaw, just bc i love ravenclaws and have so many headcanons about them. race and body type isn’t mentioned but y/n uses she/her pronouns
warnings: angst?? def hurt w no comfort 💀 and adrian being an attention seeker also written from 1 am to almost 3 am so the editing was kept to a minimum
a/n: back on my adrian bs eh oh el (pls yall write for him more, i need it) y’all are gonna hate that ending LMAOO. ion like how this turned out, i might go back thro in a couple days to re-edit this bc jesus christ
“oh baby, it’s cute.” vacations with the pucey’s were always a pain, despite resting in the lush italian countryside. the pucey’s and l/n’s were neighbors and met in hogwarts and having two children around the same time means y/n and adrian were always pushed together. it worked when theywere younger, much younger.
which is what her mother was showing off.
a tape of a three year old y/n and adrian, holding hands. partners in crime, or so he thought. in reality adrian was holding her hand and she couldn’t move it much because of the stickiness of melted popsicles gluing them together. she conveniently shuts off the tape right before y/n shoved adrian off of her.
the annual tape showing didn’t stop until their first year at hogwarts.
adrian, as talented as he is at quidditch, never really understood transfiguration; y/n—however—excelled. the ravenclaw common room, which was open to anyone who can solve the riddle, was surprisingly quiet. adrian disturbed that peace. loudly.
“y/n.” he gasped, as he had run from the dungeon to ravenclaw tower, “please…help me with…transfiguration.”
she rolled her eyes, “no.”
“no? why not?” his shoulders dropped. he knew why not, he also knew that bothering her would guarantee her attention.
“i have things to do,” y/n reference the scrolls of parchment laid out in front of her.
“but this will just be quick, i promise.” after a few moments and weighing her options, she agreed to help him, “oh sweet! thank you.” he quickly scurried to sit next to her.
“i’m not helping you now! i don’t have time!” y/n tried pushing him off her seat, “adrian, get off!”
“fine, whenever you have time, let me know. any time that works for you is fine.” his dorky smile was disgusting. he couldn’t believe she agreed to help him.
fifth year brought new hormones and new boyfriends. cedric diggory, hufflepuff quidditch captain and a lovely boy. adrian and him were quite similar, golden boys. her roommates loved poking fun at how she was dating adrian variants just so her mother wouldn’t be right about her and adrian.
“what does she even see in him?” adrian asks, with his nose wrinkled.
marcus and terence share a glance. terence sighs and puts his fork against his plate, “well, you see…he’s the captain of the hufflepuff team. he’s a prefect, probably going to be headboy—“
“—he didn’t almost set y/n on fire.” miles cuts terence off. graham elbowed him, “it’s true! she had to wear a bandage for a week.”
adrian ignored them, “anything he can do, i can do better.”
“we don’t doubt that, ade, but—“ adrian lifted his wand, pointing it at the goblet in between cedric and y/n “—what are you doing?” terence groans as he watches the pumpkin juice begin to bubble; suddenly stopping when adrian’s wand is pulled out of his hand and presses into y/n’s.
safe to say, her relationship with cedric didn’t last more than two months.
that summer was emotionally horrible. three failed relationships, all thanks to adrian putting his nose in her business.
y/n spent her days in the grass, absorbing the sun and her nights in the local town square, swaying drunkenly.
unfortunately, she could not go if adrian didn’t go. this was part of their mothers’ plan to grow a relationship between the two.
tonight, y/n decided to take a shot of every type of hard liquor available to her, forcing adrian to take care of her.
“c’mon l/n, let’s go home.” adrian hooked his form arm under her knees and she rolled her head into his shoulder.
as they stumbled back into the l/n family villa, adrian helped her slip out of her shoes and into her bed. she was a giggling mess until the moonlight bled over adrian’s face.
“sometimes, i hate you, ade,” she whispered. her eyes wide with knowledge. “i think you hate me too.”
“i don’t hate you.”
“my friends think you fancy me. i think they’re stupid because you of all people should know that i would never go out with someone who treats me the way you do. i don’t think you realize how many opportunities you’ve ruined for me. i want to like you but you make it impossible.”
“i’m sorry.” adrian was uncharacteristically quiet.
“can you sleep next to me for tonight?” y/n asks, drooling bc a little bit.
adrian nods, moving around her bed to lay on the other side.
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