Celeste🫧 25. Spicy Pisces. INTJ-T. Tate McRae Enthusiast. Miss Dior. Ravenclaw. Daughter of Athena. Run-on Sentence Devotee.
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Summary: When it comes out that Saint Potter is cheating on you with none other than Ginerva Weasley, your brother is pissed, and Adrian is there to pick up all the pieces.
Warnings: mentions of cheating, ooc golden trio, Ron and Harry bashing
The halls are alive and buzzing as you storm your way up to Gryffindor tower. You don't know what's worse—the occasional pitying looks being sent your way, or the self-satisfied sneers of students who had apparently been praying on your downfall.
You weren't sure yet if the rumors were true, but any kind of gossip surrounding Harry Potter tended to spread across the school like wildfire. And right now, word on the street was that Harry had been cheating on you with Ginerva bloody Weasley. That ankle biter had been chasing after him for years, and you were about to find out if she'd finally sunk her claws into your boyfriend. Or, very possibly, your ex.
Heads turn as the Fat Lady's portrait door swings open violently and you march through, sharp eyes searching for that familiar mop of black hair.
"Oi! How'd they get in here?" The voice of Seamus Finnigan calls out, confusion laced in his voice.
You roll your eyes as you continue to scan the crowd of faces occupying the Gryffindor common room.
"My brother is the captain of your god-awful quidditch team," you reply snarkily, growing more and more agitated by the distinct lack of lightning bolt scars and wire rimmed glasses.
If he was going to cheat on you, he should at least have the nerve to tell you to your face. He was supposed to be a bloody Gryffindor for heaven's sake. Your eyes finally land on Hermione Granger, who looks as if she wants to sink into the sofa she's perched on. Her eyes meet yours.
"It's really none of my business, y/n. But you don't have to do this and kick up a fuss," she sighs.
"Of course they do. See, this is exactly why Harry is done with them. There's always some big spectacle when they're involved," Ron's voice carries loudly across the common room as he makes his way down the banister. "Besides. They're a Slytherin. Harry never should have given them a second glance anyway."
You feel your lip curl at your, now confirmed, ex's friend. Those were some bold words coming from someone who'd been throwing up slugs not so long ago. Maybe he needed a reminder of what that was like. But no—you needed to be on your best behavior. So instead, you take a deep breath and turn to face the redhead full on.
"Ronald. I know she's your sister and all, so I'm trying very hard to see things from your perspective, but I just can't seem to get my head that far up my ass. Tell Harry we're done for me, would you, dear? I'm not wasting my time on someone who's too much of a coward to break things off properly."
The entire common room is silent and Weasley is looking significantly more red than usual as you see yourself out. You'd never been much of a fan of the lion's den anyway. Good riddance, honestly.
As soon as the portrait clicks shut behind you, you turn around to find yourself face to face with a figure that was all too familiar. His arms are crossed and he has a rather unamused look on his face.
"Hello, big brother," you chirp, face masking into a look of pure innocence.
Oliver sighs, shaking his head.
"The rumors are true then?" He asks, eyes full of concern.
You hated it when he looked at you like that.
"We're gonna kick your sorry asses on the pitch in two weeks," you reply confidently.
The concern stays, but hint of pride appears on your brother's face as a smile begins to grow.
"I'll look forward to the attempt." His eyes flicker to the portrait of the Fat Lady. "How bad is it in there?"
You blink up at him, bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly.
"I've no idea what you mean, Oliver. I've never done anything wrong in my life. I'm very reasonable."
Oliver looks down at you with disdain.
"Perhaps I'll study in the library for a bit."
"Capital idea, brother."
As soon as you step foot back into the dungeon, Pansy is on you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
"What do you want me to do to him? Eat slugs? Jelly bones? Finish what the Dark Lord started?"
You carefully extract yourself from your friend's arms, laughing at her usual antics.
"None of the above. We are going to handle this maturely. With grace," you reply.
Pansy raises an eyebrow scornfully.
"Gracefully like cursing out the weasel in front of his entire house?"
Your smile drops.
"That doesn't count. Weasley is an arse and had it coming."
Pansy lets out a snort.
"And what has Pucey had to say about all of this?"
"All of what?" You ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at the complete one eighty the conversation had taken.
Your friend sighs, shaking her head at you as if the answer is clear.
"The break up. Obviously."
"I don't know. I only just broke up with him, Pans. Through his friend no less. And I haven't even seen Adrian today."
Pansy lets out a sniff that you'd come to learn means she's displeased.
"I see. Well, do keep me updated."
Your eyes squint as you try to dissect the undertones in Pansy's comment, but before you can ask what on Earth she wants updates on, she spins on her heel and disappears into the corridor that leads back to the dorms.
The feeling of wind against your face as you race around the pitch on your broom always serves to melt away whatever tension you've worked up throughout the day. Everyone knew that Oliver's life revolved around quidditch and quidditch alone, and while the two of you definitely had your differences—namely being the fact that his house robes were an obnoxious shade of red and gold—an obsession with the sport seemed to run in the family.
You feel his presence beside you before you see him; slotting comfortably onto your right flank as if it were second nature.
"Pucey! Where have you been? Haven't seen you all day," you shout as the two of you complete another lap around the pitch.
"Heard about Saint Potter. Figured you'd want some space," he replies, that easy smile that you knew all too well flashing across his face.
He was right, of course. You'd always hated the feeling of being smothered by people who were overly nosy about your business. It had been a main point of contention throughout your year and a half relationship with Potter. That and the fact that Potter had despised how you remained so close to Adrian. But if he really thought you were going to pick him over your closest friend since first year, then the boy who lived was out of his damn mind.
"Duck."
Your body jolts forward, following Adrian's demand before his words fully have time to register, just as a bludger goes whizzing past the space where your head had just been.
"Distracted today, Wood? Forget about him. Potter was never good enough for you anyway."
A smile can't help but return to your face at your friend's words, but you don't get a chance to respond before he leans forward in challenge. He always knew exactly how to get you out of your own head. You match his position in the air and the two of you speed off, racing to the other end of the pitch as you dodge haphazardly around your teammates. When you reach the other side, your cheeks ache from how wide you're grinning.
"Oi! Get your arses over here and focus up, you two!" Flint shouts, magically amplifying his voice from across the field.
You turn to your friend, a wicked grin on your face.
"Beat you there."
"In your dreams, Wood."
When you finally land for the night, your whole body aches in the best way. Even when you're just running drills for a few hours, quidditch practice is still the highlight of your day. And honestly? The added eagerness to stomp Gryffindor—or more specifically their star seeker— into dust had done wonders for your concentration and utter persistence in the sky.
"Looking good out there," Adrian's voice rings out as he jogs to catch up with you.
"When do I not?" You tease, slipping into the easy banter the two of you had developed over the years.
You don't see it, but you can practically feel him rolling his eyes at you before giving you a playful nudge.
"You don't want to talk about it?" He asks after a moment.
The hesitation is clear in his voice and you appreciate the way he never pushes too hard. Always enough to get out what matters, but never crossing a line.
"Not even a little," you sigh, swinging your broom up to rest on your shoulder.
When you look up, you can see Adrian's mouth open, then close as he tries to find the right words and you laugh.
"You don't have to say anything. I know you never liked him much."
A tinge of red appears across Adrian's face at your blunt statement, but he doesn't deny it either as he avoids your eyes which only serves in sending you into another fit of giggles.
The moment is broken though when you see your brother making his way down to the pitch, followed closely by his whole gaggle of Gryffindors. Great. You try to divert away from them because you don't want to deal with whatever nonsense they're sure to bring, but unfortunately for you, Potter sees spots you before you can fully turn away.
"Oi, look who it is! You sure move fast don't you? Not exactly heartbroken, I see," Potter calls out.
Out of the corner of your eye you see your brother whip around, sharply gesturing for Harry to leave it be, but he's pointedly ignored.
"No, no, it's a tad bit hypocritical to call me out for cheating when you're hopping on Pucey's dick the same day, don't you think?" Harry continues.
"That's enough!" Oliver snaps, eyes shooting absolute daggers at Potter now.
You knew your brother would do just about anything to win a quidditch match, but insulting his baby sibling was putting Potter on some awfully thin ice.
"You know you really shouldn't use words you can't spell to toss around insults, Potter," Adrian responds dryly. "Leave us alone. You've done enough."
Watching the rest of the altercation is like watching a train wreck in slow motion.
"Oh shove it Pucey, don't try and get all high and mighty with me. You've been practically panting after y/n like a dog since we got together, don't think I didn't notice."
"That is completely untrue," you protest, but at the same time Adrian snaps.
"And so what if I have? You're still a cheater, and I've kept it to myself because I'm not a homewrecking—"
There's a sickening crack as Harry's fist collides with Adrian's face. You hear yourself cry out as Adrian stumbles back and you grasp onto his arm to keep him upright. Somewhere in the background two Gryffindors grab onto Harry, effectively restraining him as Oliver shouts something about a suspension for unsportsmanlike conduct. You're not really paying attention as you focus on the blood running down Adrian's face.
"Salazar's bloody ballsack, we need to get you to the hospital wing," you fuss, pulling him along.
Nothing else mattered in that moment. Not Harry who was shouting curses at your back, not your brother who was shouting right back at him, not your other teammates who had noticed the commotion and were now preparing to go to war for the two of you. All you knew was you needed to get Adrian to Madam Pomfrey.
As Madam Pomfrey frets over his broken nose, Adrian gazes out the windows of the hospital wing, weighing the pros and cons of throwing himself out of one of them. He didn't know how things had spiraled out of control so quickly. He hadn't meant to try and play knight in shining armor—he knew full well you could handle yourself just fine—but Potter, well, he'd never liked the guy. And not just because he'd worked up the courage to ask you out before Adrian himself had gotten the chance.
And now here he was, sitting in the hospital wing on the wrong side of Madam Pomfrey's wand as you pace anxiously back and forth at the foot of his bed.
"I don't know why you're so worried. I'm the one with the broken nose," he quips, trying to calm your nerves, though his voice comes out funny; probably a side effect of his nose being shattered and all.
Before you can respond, Pomfrey flicks her wand sharply sending a quick brackium emendo his way.
"Shit!" he exclaims, hands shooting up to clutch his face.
"Mr. Pucey! I will not have that kind of language in the hospital wing," Madam Pomfrey scolds, scowling down at him. "You," she snaps gesturing to you. "Keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't run off."
With that, the old woman is whisked away to care for one of the many other students filling the hospital wing and you're left picking awkwardly at the rough fabric covering the hospital bed.
"Sorry you got caught in the cross fire," you sigh, finally looking up at him.
Adrian's heart clenches. If anything he should be the one apologizing to you. He's the one who had escalated things. And of course there was the other thing. The hippogriff in the room, one might say. But he'd gotten this far avoiding the topic, so he might as well keep digging. He shrugs his shoulders wordlessly.
He watches out of the corner of his eye as you take a seat next to his bed, elbow resting next to his as you lean against the frame.
"So. You don't want to talk about it?" you ask, mirroring his question from what already seemed like forever ago.
"Not even a little."
The two of you sit in silence and Adrien leans back on his cot, eyes closing as he lets out a breath. If he were being perfectly honest, he'd liked you since all the way back in second year. You'd been friends since first of course, but second year was when he had first truly admitted to himself that he might be falling for his best friend. He hadn't said anything then. You were both twelve at the time, what was there to say? Then he hadn't said anything third year either because, well, he was a Slytherin. He wasn't meant to be brave. In fourth year he finally thought he'd get his chance. At the very least he thought he'd get to take you to the Yuleball. But then you'd come bursting into the dungeon, practically glowing, because one of Hogwart's champions had asked you to the ball. Harry bloody Potter no less. And then the ball had become a date which had become a year and a half of Adrian watching from the sidelines as the boy who lived seemed to sweep you off your feet.
Of course he hadn't been surprised. Potter was exactly the type he'd always been afraid you'd end up with. Your older brother, Oliver, had been sorted into Gryffindor two years prior, so naturally it had come as quite the shock when you'd ended up in Slytherin. Adrian had always been a little afraid that his best friend had been placed in his house by mistake and it was only a matter of time before someone came to rescue you from the snake pit.
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. This isn't how I wanted you to find out. I was going to wait to say something. At least until everything settled down," he says finally, not quite ready to open his eyes.
He didn't want to see the look of disgust on your face. Or the way you'd probably recoil away from him. He'd been your best friend for years, and that's all he was meant to be.
To his surprise though, he feels your hand brush against his, carefully intertwining your fingers with his.
"I really like you too," you say quietly, but Adrian knew you too well to ignore the hesitation in your voice.
"But?"
"But I broke up with Harry less than twenty four hours ago and I don't think it's the best idea to dive head first into a new relationship that fast."
He must be hallucinating. Pomfrey must have mistakenly given him whatever the Hufflepuffs were growing in their private greenhouses because there was no way Adrian wasn't having a very vivid dream right now. He could have sworn you had just said you were interested in being in a relationship. With him.
Well, if this was in fact another one of his dreams, he might as well go all in.
"We can go at our own pace," he replies, voice much more steady than he felt in the moment.
He still hadn't opened his eyes, afraid that if he did, the dream would end and he'd be alone in the hospital wing. But he can feel you smiling next to him, just as he can feel your thumb tracing soft circles on the back of his hand.
"I'd like that a lot, actually," you reply.
The sky is perfectly overcast as you and Adrien make your way to the pitch with the rest of Slytherin's quidditch team. You'd all been training for weeks, and even with Gryffindor's star player benched, nerves were still running high. The back of your hand brushes against Adrian's with each step you take and you have to resist the urge to reach out and lace your fingers together.
The last couple weeks had been—blissful, perfect, easy? Adrian was so patient, but it hadn't taken you long to realize that the line between friendship and something more between the two of you, hadn't been that wide at all. The first time you had slipped your hand into his while walking down the corridor, you had physically felt the air leave both of your lungs. It had been such a casual thing, but after that it was as if a dam had broken. You knew that in the grand scheme of things, him wrapping an arm around you as you curled up next to him in the Slytherin common room, or his lips ghosting across the top of your head as he hugged you goodnight was next to nothing—but to you it felt like everything.
And it wasn't even just the fleeting touches that made you feel like your heart was on fire. It was the way you could practically read each other's minds, constantly anticipating every one of the other's needs. It was the years of friendship that made it so easy to just simply exist around one another with no awkward tension. And it was the way you really started to notice all the little ways Adrian truly seemed to care for you.
"What are the odds your brother goes easy on us today?" Adrian jokes, nudging you gently as he brings you out of your thoughts.
"Abysmal. The last time he lost a match, he tried to drown himself in the locker room showers," you reply dryly.
And people said you were the dramatic one.
Adrian just laughs as you both join the huddle of silver and green right as Marcus launches into his typical pre-game monologue. Ahh. Nothing says team spirit quite like your captain threatening everyone within an inch of their lives. Play well, or don't bother returning to the dungeons. He certainly knew how to make his team feel warm and fuzzy.
The team breaks and Zabini joins you and Adrian in mounting your brooms and getting into position as Madam Hooch prepares to release the snitch. As soon as the ball is released into play, you shoot up into the sky, snatching the quaffle right out from under one of Gryffindor's chasers. You and your teammates pass the quaffle back and forth with practiced ease until your brother appears in your line of sight, guarding the goals. You make first contact, feigning right with the quaffle before passing it to Adrian who sinks it effortlessly into Gryffindor's left hoop.
Your brother lets out a string of curses.
"Have to do better than that today, Ollie," you taunt, speeding by.
He'd always hated that nickname so it was on special reserve specifically for quidditch matches.
You continue to dodge and weave your way across the pitch, letting yourself get lost in the game. Each play comes to you like second nature, just like you'd been practicing for weeks. The match is long and grueling as you fight tirelessly for each goal. Your brother certainly wasn't letting anything easy slip past him again.
Just as you're sure a timeout is about to be called, the students in the stands let out a loud roar—cheering, screaming. That could only mean one thing. Your heads whips around wildly until your eyes land on Malfoy who's clearly spotted something. He's gaining speed, faster and faster and as he reaches out you see his fingers close around gold.
The stands erupt in cheers as you make your way to the ground. You'd done it. You'd won, and it hadn't even been close. People are screaming, shouting, and through all the chaos the only person you see is Adrian as he touches down several meters away from you.
You don't fully register your actions as you rush towards him, cheeks aching from the massive grin stretched across your face. Your arms wrap around his neck as he catches you in a bear hug, spinning you around before placing you carefully back onto the ground.
"We bloody won!" He shouts, eyes sparkling and smile matching your own.
You don't know what compels you to do it, but before you can talk yourself out of it, you reach up, tugging on Adrian's uniform and pulling him down towards you.
As soon as his lips touch yours, the rest of the world melts away and the only thing you can think about is how you want to be able to do this for the rest of your life.
You can tell Adrian is shocked by the way he freezes for a split second, hands gripping at your waist before slowly responding—soft lips moving like velvet against yours. You never want it to end.
A loud holler from up in the stands breaks the two of your apart however and you look up to see Pansy grinning down at the two of you.
"I do so love being right," she calls out, grinning like a madwoman. "Now where's your brother, Wood? He owes me 20 galleons."
I am a PASSIONATE commenter on fanfiction, but sometimes it slows down my reading because I don't want to read if I don't have the mental energy to leave the long comments I want to
Still, as an author, I know even a short note can mean the world.
So, I put together a little guide with different “levels” of comments, so it’s easier to leave something without overthinking!
Downbad!Adrian Pucey who would rather look at hufflepuff!reader and admire her than actually confess his feeling, so his friends are always trying to convince him to confess but every time he has even started teh thought of how to he's either about to fall og generally just embarras himself hardcore and then somehow he manages one day to actually 'confess' only for it to sound really weird
Blaise x reader where the quidditch team has been missing blaise (Draco, Theo, Marcus, Graham, Adrian yk) cause he's never around them anymore unless it's quidditch related, so one weekend the two are having a peaceful date in hogsmeade (tree broomsticks, zonkos, honeydukes, even Scrivenshafts quill shop and Spinwitches Sporting Needs) and then they get busted by the team who are now chasing the two troughout hogsmeade.
Oliver Wood x prefect!reader who couldn't care less about quidditch, but she cares massively about him, but the hogwarts student population does not get the two, cause she's a strict prefect who will not hold back on removing points from anyone, not even any gryffindor who tries to sweet talk their way out of detention (he's one of them) so when the golden trio starts everyone warns tehm about quidditch crazy wood and stressed out prefect reader, so while all students avoid them at all cost the teachers love them in class cause Oliver actually does something other than making tactics in class <3
Adrian Pucey x PB!reader who's a gryffindor and is a chaser on the quidditch team, but she barely talks to anyone in the gryffindor tower, no matter how hard they try, she talks to luna and that's about it, that is until the daily prophet announces in autumm 1994 that reader will be engaged to Adrian Pucey with rumours say they will be married by winter break 1995 (they will both be 17) so suddenly the two have to be a lot more around each other
🩷I have a bit of a curly wavy blackish brown hair that goes past my shoulders but I usually straighten it to loosen the curl or just make it straight fully. Im 5’1 and have a round face,
🩷 My style is a mix of downtown and messy chic. Im a very girly girl so wearing heels or any platforms are a staple in my outfits but I would wear converses every now and then.
🩷 My makeup style is more like a Sabrina Carpenters look or at times Maddie Perez from Euphorias makeup. I love myself a good eyeliner and gloss with lipliner😋
🩷 I am a major music and film nerd, I love watching romcoms and you would most likely see me giggling like a madwoman in my room, I love listening to:
THE NBHD, Arctic Monkeys, The smiths , Sabrina Carpenter , Ethel Cain, Deftones
🩷 Im the noisy one but also the sassy one in the group my friends told me Im a mix between pinky pie and rarity.
🩷 Im very smiley and friendly but judgemental when I need to be. My personality is also a bit of those perverted humor where me and my friends would just moan for no reason and stuff…make sex jokes……So major freak…
🩷 My house used to be hufflepuff, but I retried it after years and it became Slytherin….and then again….still Slytherin
🩷 Im a very picky eater and I dislike any sort of seafood
🩷 Im very sensitive so I’ll become non verbal and lowkey avoid you if you pmo or hurt my feelings
🩷 I love language learning as well and learning Spanish and Italian
🩷 I love biting, like no joke I bite my friends playfully at times but thats just me. Im also a very clingy person
🩷 if people go low i go LOWER. Like Im very prideful and I won’t back down from a fight. And I would make them feel like their whole existence is being judged
🩷 It’s me and my eye roll and loud laugh against the world
🩷 I have a resting sad face but I’m very energetic and approachable
🩷 I love shopping for makeup, clothes, and Sonny angels
🩷 Love language is quality time, physical touch and words of affirmation
Thats it!!! Hope you do my request ily and thank you in advance honeyyy
Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire
Lorenzo is known throughout Hogwarts as being the school's resident heart throb
He has a tendency to run through girls like water, never staying with one long enough to grow attached
The first time he meets you, he assumes he has you read like a book
The clothes, the makeup are all things he's seen a hundred times before
You're bubbly and loud, and even he can't help but chuckle at the nasty jokes you mutter under your breath to your friends when you think no one else is listening
But still, he doesn't really see you as anything other than just another box to check
His mistake
His first attempt at speaking to you goes about as horribly as one might expect. He's cocky and arrogant and you are having absolutely none of it
A single eyebrow is raised and Lorenzo feels like his entire soul is being dissected and judged with the one withering glance you toss his way
At first the silent treatment pisses him off. The nerve you have. But where you might be prideful, Enzo is just as
What starts as him simply trying to prove that, he can in fact bag you, slowly turns into him becoming more and more enamoured
It's everything from your sharp and sassy tongue to the way you'll snuggle up to your friends, always making them laugh
The groveling finally starts when Theo eventually tells him, disrespectfully, to remove his head from his arse and talk to you like a civilized human being
He does. Begrudgingly
Tbh it takes a bit for you to warm back up to him
But it's hard to ignore the way goes toe to toe with you in every way whether it be his willingness to face you in a fight head on, or the way he always seems to be able to find an excuse to rest his hand on your lower back, pulling you nice and close
The breaking point comes on a night like any other. Your friends have all gone up to bed and it's just you and Enz left in the common room as the fire slowly dies
You don't expect an apology. It was so long ago at this point you don't even fully remember being mad. But yet here he is, charming, egoistical Lorenzo Bekshire whispering out an apology because you have the boy wrapped around your finger
You don't remember falling asleep there on the couch in his arms. But when you wake up in the morning to the sounds of your friends' not-so-subtle snickering, you do remember the way his lips felt soft against your and the way your heart had fluttered as he kissed you absolutely senseless
Hii I have a question! What does the gn! mean on your masterlist? Sorry if this is silly, I'm new to tumblr and havent seen this warning before!
It just stands for gender neutral!—basically it means that I'll refer to the reader using they/them pronouns and try to avoid using gendered descriptors such as describing reader as wearing a dress/skirt, etc.
I'd say the majority of the Slytherin Boys fandom is female, but I know some of my fav mooties don't identify with she/her pronouns so it's my way of trying to make my writing as inclusive as possible
Would you be open to do a pucey!reader x Blaise and its from like the schools perspective of them being like the schools most regal couple whos never a part of the drama (bfr we both know they know all the gossip) and both prefects, top of class and two of slytherins star chasers, but then in private they are the most unserious duo who laugh a lot and ragebait Watch tiger and gossip about the other students. Pretty pls
When it comes out that Saint Potter is cheating on you with none other than Ginerva Weasley, your brother is pissed, and Adrian is there to pick up all the pieces.
