Summary: Junho has been searching every corner to find you since you've been missing, finally, he found you.
Warning: none I think.
A/n: so basically instead of Junho finding his brother, he search for you.
Junho's breathing wasn't loud behind the mask, it was the complete opposite. Calm. Relaxed. As if he was on a yacht sailing away from every problem on this planet. But for some reason, Number 28 had their eyes on him constantly, as if they knew that he wasn't the real Number 29. All the workers stood in a line behind trays, serving food for all the hungry players before bedtime, and they gulped it down eagerly. How could they not? It was only some sweet bread and water. Yet again, he did not care for anyone that was playing, except you.
His eyes scattered around to search between all the players that were queued for the food, and finally, he saw you.
Why? Why?
His mind couldn't grip the fact that you would ever enter such an idiotic game, and for what? If you need money so badly why didn't you come to him, he'd give you everything he has and more. If only you'd ask him. He thought that he knew everything about you, apparently not.
Why do you need the money?
It was a question he'll never know.
After a few minutes, you stood in front of him, grabbing the food that he gave you. He was surprisingly nervous, even though you didn't know it was him behind the mask, it still feard him that you find out. You're a smart person.
“Uh, this bread is squished. Could I get a new one?” You asked, voice weak and shirt bloody.
He couldn't bear to see you like this. He didn't know how to act; should he give you a new one or stay quiet? He didn't want to be exposed, so he did nothing to help you with the squished bun.
You sighed angrily. “Bastard...” and you turned to go to your group.
That pained him. Junho wishes that he could give you a thousand pieces of bread from the most expensive bakery, not this cheap crap. But he had to stay low.
He sighed.
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You groaned uncomfortably, tossing and turning on your mattress before you stood up and walked to the closed door, banging on it.
“Hey, mister.”
Junho immediately looked up, smiling at your voice. He's missed you so much.
“I need to use the bathroom.”
He opened the door without any arguments, which surprised you because you've seen what hell that lady had to go through to use the toilets. You slowly stepped outside, trailing behind him as he led you quietly. You were behind him, like a lost puppy and he was your leader.
Once you arrived, he closed the door behind him and turned to you. Before you could enter one of the stalls he grabbed your wrist, making you gasp in suprise, and look at him with wide eyes.
“Wha–”
You couldn't finish your sentence, with the other hand he pulled the mask up and let out a breath, his shoulders rising and falling. At that point, your eyes got even wider if possible, jaw opened and you began to tear up.
“Junho? No...” You gulped. “Y-You're one of t-them...”
His eyes widen and he quickly shook his head side to side, grabbing both your arms and stared into your eyes, pushing you back until you felt the sink behind you.
“It's not like that, I...” He sighed. “I've been looking for you.”
It took your breath away, you didn't know whether to be happy or angry at him. Happy that you could finally see the love of your life before you face death. Or angry that your boyfriend is risking his own life for you.
“Please, Junho, go home–”
“Why did you enter the game?” He quickly cut you off, his expression suddenly angry. “If you needed money, I could have given it to you.”
You laughed, almost like a maniac. It wasn't funny at all, but he did not know the deep shit that you're in.
“No, Junho, you couldn't have...” You whispered, looking down at your trembling legs.
He sighed again and scanned your face. You looked a lot rougher than usual, but that was due to lack of sleep and nourishment. Your clothes were all bloody, whether you or he know who it belonged to. But still, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him and he leaned in. It made your heart flutter, almost like a hormonal teenager. His lips capture yours in a slow, sensual movement. His other hand held your hand tightly.
You broke the kiss, turning your head to the side. “Go, Junho, even if you beg me to leave I won't...I need this money.”
He stayed quiet, scanning your face again and he could see the tears that built up in your eyes.
What you didn't know is that he will stay here. Forever if he has to, just for your sake. For your safety.
Pairing ✨: Harry Potter x Death Eater!Reader (Fem!) (also implies that reader isn’t in gryffindor n also set during OOTP)
Summary 💓: Y/N has been forced by her parents to follow in their footsteps and join the death eaters, it doesn’t help that her boyfriend is Harry Potter.
Word Count 🖊: 2,613
A/N 🗣: FIRST REQUEST FROM THE LEGEND HERSELF 🤌🤌 she first sent me an edit on tiktok and she was like idea, so we’ve went for it, also first song imagine! all the lyrics i’ll be using will be in italics but i’ve had to change pronouns to fit harry :)
Warnings ⚠️: swearing and made my heart ache a little, manipulation
Requested? 📮: yes! :)
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The rain was pelting hard against the window in Y/N’s dorm, the loudness of the rain drops smashing against the glass had awoken the girl from her slumber. She sat up from bed and leaned against her headboard.
Rubbing her eyes, Y/N adjusted to the dim lighting in the room. Everything in her life was just perfect, her grades were good, she had lots of friends, and last but most definitely not least there was Harry.
They had been dating for over a year now and Y/N could see it lasting, what she felt with Harry was something so indescribable, but it made her so happy. The two of them distracted each other from their lives. Y/N helped him take his mind off He Who Must Not Be Named, and he distracted her from her parents.
Her parents did not approve of their relationship, and Y/N knew it probably had something to do with the fact they secretly supported Voldemort. But she hadn’t ever told him that, for the matter she hadn’t told many peoples.
Y/N was staring at the top of her bed, her stomach beginning to turn. This usually happened when she got a bad feeling. Y/N focused on trying to figure out what might happen, fail a test? Have an argument with someone?
Y/N thoughts were going fifty miles an hour that she didn’t hear her friend wake up next to her. “You look deep in thought.” She joked, Y/N turning to face her. “What’s the matter?” Her friend questioned.
Y/N let out a sigh. “Something bad is about to happen to me.” She mumbled, knowing how ridiculous it might have sounded.
“You’ve been listening to Trelawney too much.” Her friend brushed off with a smile, but it slowly dropped when she saw Y/N’s expression. “Come on Y/N, what could possible happen?”
“I don’t know what, but I feel it coming.” Y/N voiced her thoughts to her friend.
“Let’s do something to take your mind off this.” Her friend suggested. Y/N thought that be the best. Normally when she didn’t feel great, if she did something else to busy herself, the thought usually disappeared.
“Where are you planning to take me?” Y/N questioned, she got out of bed and collected her clothes that she would put on.
“I need to go down to Owlery, I promised to send my sister something from Zonko’s.” Her friend informed her, going into the toilet to get dressed.
Y/N decided to just get dressed in the dorm, the other three girls were fast asleep so she felt comfortable changing. The two girls them left the dormitory once they were ready and headed out their common room.
There wasn’t many students around the castle yet, but this was around the time many of them would be waking up. Many would wake up so thankful it was finally the weekend and they could have some sort of freedom.
Umbridge’s rule over the school was making many reach breaking point, there were new rules almost every day and it was completely turning Hogwarts into a prison. They weren’t allowed to do anything, couldn’t act like normal teenagers, she was determined to make everyone prim, proper and to not challenge the Ministry.
There only hope was Dumbledore’s Army, the only freedom they had. But Marietta Edgecombe had ratted them out, and they were all severely punished. Y/N felt sorry for Harry, it was all going so well and once they were caught, he blamed himself. Y/N tried to reassure her boyfriend that it wasn’t his fault, but she couldn’t get through to him.
In fact, the two of them hadn’t really spoken since Umbridge began giving them punishments, Harry was isolating himself and kept his distance. Y/N was missing him but sometimes he did this, so she decided to let him have a moment to himself and then he would be back to normal.
The girls eventually reached the Owlery, Y/N’s friend immediately heading to find her owl so she could send the products from Zonko to her sister. Y/N looked around at the different owls, but one caught her eye.
It was her parent’s owl. And it had a letter tied around their talon. Y/N untied the letter, about to read it until her friend appeared behind her.
“Has Y/N got a love note from Potter?” Her friend teased her.
“Parents owl.” Y/N informed her friend, who raised both brows. Y/N’s parents hadn’t really kept in contact with her much when she was at Hogwarts, so receiving a letter was unusual.
“What did they say?” Her friend questioned.
“I’m not sure, I haven’t read it yet.” Y/N replied, laughing slightly as she thought of something. “Might be so sad, might leave my nose running.”
“If it’s just to bring you down, ignore them.” Her friend reminded her, her arm wrapping around Y/N’s shoulder. “Let’s head back up, I’m starving.”
Y/N agreed, the two girls heading up the castle for breakfast. They entered the Great Hall and were about to sit at their own house table before Hermione waved them over.
“What’s that?” Hermione questioned immediately as they sat down in front of her, the girl’s two best friends were nowhere to be seen, but not unusual for them to be late for breakfast.
“Nosy are we, Hermione?” Y/N’s friend joked, Hermione playfully shrugged it off.
“It’s a letter from my parents.” Y/N told her, placing the unread letter onto the table.
“Oh.” Hermione mumbled, most people knew what Y/N’s parents were like, she had either told them or heard Harry’s complaints about they didn’t approve of him and the relationship. “Is everything alright?”
“I haven’t read it yet. I will after I have something to eat.” Y/N replied, scanning the table to try and find something to eat. “Where’s the toast?” Her friend reaching and grabbing a piece of toast for Y/N.
The three girls just quietly ate breakfast for a while and enjoyed each other’s company, Ron tiredly stumbled towards them. “Nice of you to finally join us Ronald.” Hermione greeted as he sat down beside her.
“Hermione, I was exhausted.” Ron huffed, grabbing as much food as he could onto his plate, he always acted like he barely eats.
“You always are.” Hermione mumbled under her breath, going back to eating some porridge.
“Where’s Harry?” Y/N blurted out, poor Ron had been harassed by her since Harry started to isolate himself. Ron most definitely knew more than she did.
“Still getting ready, mate.” Ron spoke with his mouth full, Hermione pulling a face and scoffing. “I think he’s alright today, you know, I’d have a chat with him today.” He suggested.
“Thanks Ron.” Y/N smiled, finishing what she was having. Her eyes caught the letter again, she really didn’t want to open it but she was also desperate to find out what they want. With a quiet sigh, she picked up the letter and began to read it.
Dear Y/N,
We hope you are well at Hogwarts, Umbridge seems to finally be turning that school around for the better, I’m sure you’d agree.
Well you would have when you were younger.
We miss our old Y/N, always following the rules and in our footsteps. But every since you started to attend Hogwarts with that daft old man as your head teacher, you changed.
And of course that boyfriend of yours didn’t help either, just like his father, always in trouble. Poor Lily should’ve saved herself.
As you know, the Dark Lord is back. You know how we always felt towards him, but we fear he will target us because of your choices. Many have heard he won’t accept us, because of your closeness to Potter.
He may come after us Y/N, we need you back on our side. Otherwise we’re all dead, you don’t want Potter finding out you’ve been killed by him? He can’t lose another loved one to the Dark Lord.
Write back to us as soon as you can, we can guide you along the way.
All the best,
Mum and Dad.
Y/N eyes began to well up, she knew that feeling from this morning meant something, but for it to be this bad? How on earth she was meant to tell Harry this? “Everything alright?” Her friend put a hand Y/N’s shoulder, the latter had completely forgot where she was at the moment.
“I need to go.” Y/N informed them, quickly jumping up from the bench.
“What did they say to you?” Hermione questioned, but Y/N didn’t answer her. The girl made her way from the hall, eyes trained on the floor to avoid any eye contact from her friends. But that made it difficult to watch where she was going.
Y/N crashed right into someone. “I’m sorry.” She quickly apologised as she refused to look up, she just wanted to go back into her dorm room.
“Y/N?” A voice she could instantly recognise.
“I can’t talk right now, Harry.” Y/N rushed past him, she needed to think what she was going to tell him, if she was going to tell him.
“I just hope he don’t want to leave me.” She mumbled to herself.
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It had been a few weeks and Y/N hadn’t said a word to anybody, her and Harry had completely switched places. She was the one isolating herself, trying to decide what to do. Ignore what her parents said, stay with her boyfriend and friends and hope to God nothing happens to them. Or risk listening to her parents, and possibly lose her relationships at Hogwarts?
She had been exchanging letters between her parents in the meantime to see what she needed to do, and it seemed to be to just join them at the Ministry, which didn’t seem so bad. Her parents worked high up for the Ministry anyway, so as long as they gave her permission to leave, Umbridge would let her.
Y/N had pretended to stay asleep until the rest of her dorm mates left, including her friend, before eventually getting up. The feeling in her chest was back from before, the one she got before her parents letter. “Something bad is about to happen to me.” She sadly mumbled, even the weather had mirrored her emotions, it was a dreary day, grey skies and gloom surrounded the castle.
Y/N fidgeted with her hands as she thought what would happen, anxiety fuelling her veins. “Why I feel this way? I don’t know…” She took a deep breath. “Maybe-“
The dorm door opened and revealed Y/N’s friend. “What the fuck is going with you?” She demanded. “What did they say to you to make you like this?”
“It’s complicated.” Y/N brushed off, should she tell her? She did tell her friend everything and maybe it would be good to have some advice.
After some deep breaths and forcing tears to stop falling, Y/N confessed to her friend everything. By the end of it, her friend was in complete shock, face contorting from confusing, to anger, to annoyance.
“And I just don’t know what to do about Harry.” Y/N sadly mumbled. “I think of him so much it drives me crazy.”
“Y/N, this is bad.” Her friend managed to stammer out.
“I just don’t want him to leave me.” Y/N cried, finally allowing the tears to fall.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N.” Her friend snapped. “Of course he will. Joining the people who support the being who killed his parents?” She raised a brow. “I’d definitely forgive you.” Sarcastically she finished.
“But he knows what my parents are like.” Y/N countered.
“I don’t think he’ll care.” Her friend pointed out, deep down Y/N knew the same, Harry would be extremely hurt by this. “How the fuck are you gonna get out this?”
“I don’t know.” Y/N shrugged. “You Know Who will kill them if I don’t help them.”
“Are you forgetting who your boyfriend is?” Her friend raised a brow.
Oh yeah, it would be completely fair on Harry to force him to protect her family. “Like he’s gonna show mercy.” Y/N huffed. “Harry was with Cedric and look what happened, he wants Harry and to just kill who gets in his way.”
It was silent for a moment, neither of them knew what to say. “What are you gonna tell him?” Her friend quietly spoke up, Y/N didn’t say anything. Her friend’s mouth fell open and eyes widened at Y/N’s lack of an answer. “You need to tell him.”
“And say what?! Sorry, I need to go help my Death Eater parents and probably do something for You Know Who.” Y/N snapped.
“I don’t know how to help you.” Her friend awkwardly mumbled.
Y/N knew she couldn’t. She was now trapped with no escape.
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Y/N was at the Ministry with her parents, she still had no idea what they were doing or why they needed her, but it wasn’t as bad as she thought. The family got into an elevator and started to head down a few floors.
“Now, whatever you do, don’t talk.” Her mum warned her before the elevator stopped, the girl nodded and they walked out as the doors opened. Y/N could see Draco Malfoy’s father and another woman with curly black hair.
“Did it work?” Y/N’s father asked Lucius.
“I believe so.” Lucius replied, nobody really taking notice to Y/N.
“I can’t wait to meet him.” The black haired woman cackled.
“Now, now, Bellatrix. We have to leave him for the Dark Lord.” Lucius reminded her, the woman huffing dramatically. Y/N’s eyes widened, oh how she was praying they weren’t taking about Harry.
Please don’t be talking about Harry.
“What if he’s fine?” Y/N thought to herself. “It’s my mind that’s wrong. And I just let bad thoughts linger for far too long.”
“We’re going in. Have your wand ready.” Her dad whispered to her. They walked through a door with a handle in the middle into a huge room filled with crystal balls. She couldn’t study them for long before being dragged into the darkness.
The door had opened again a few minutes later, but Y/N couldn’t see who had walked in, only dragged by her parents deeper into the room.
“They should be here!” Harry’s voice was heard, Y/N’s heart dropping to her stomach. Why did he have to come here?
“Harry? It’s got your name on it.” Neville informed him.
“Follow Lucius.” Her mum whispered in her ear, Y/N reluctantly following him, who was now wearing a Death Eater mask.
“Harry!” Here it goes, Y/N kept back from Lucius as the group’s wands lit up the path, she desperately wanted to stay hidden and they would never know she was here.
“Where’s Sirius and Y/N?” Harry demanded as Lucius approached him.
“How fortunate we are to have Y/N right with us.” You could hear the smirk in Lucius’ voice, Y/N wanted to run and escape, but how could one girl manage to escape four Death Eaters?
“What are you talking about?” Harry angrily asked.
“Come on Y/N, don’t be shy.” Lucius gestures for her to come forward. Slowly and painfully, the girl got closer to Harry and the words kept repeating in her head.
“Don’t you give me up. Please don’t give up.”
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thank you so much to @drearyxo for being my first request!! i hope this was class enough for you, no hate comments from you 🙄🙄
I HAVE TO SAY I LOVED WRITING THIS SO MUCHHHHH DEFO A FAVE i think you all know by now i’m definitely better at the dialogue part then anything else, but i’m quite proud of it all today :)
there could be a part two to this??? maybe, depends if people want it
Harry was puzzled, very perplexed. The words in the wrist don't make any sense. "I hate you." It says. He wakes up just recalling about it. He was never disrespectful to anyone in his life, except for Malfoy. But he doesn't count.
Y/n, however, had the complete opposite. "I love you." She thought it was cliche but it was better than nothing. Her heart flutters at the image of someone other than her mother says I love you to her.
They never cared about their last words to each other and that's what matters. However, there's something about dating Y/n that Harry couldn't put his finger into. It always felt off when they kiss, not saying Y/n was a bad kisser but he just feels like they aren't meant to be. Sometimes, people judge them because of their houses, assuming they'll break up soon enough. They were basically contradictions of each other, Harry's a Gryffindor and Y/n's a Slytherin. People think they were like fire and water, some say but you both think you're the wind and sea.
Y/n loves poetry and Harry likes it too but not as much as Y/n, when she grows up, she wants to be a poet. She'll always write some down and leave it in Harry's bookbag when she had the chance. She loves Harry but Harry didn't like her back. Like said, he felt off whenever he's with Y/n like a piece of him was missing. But he just shoved it off.
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When Harry, Y/n, Ron, and Hermione arrived in the corridor they saw that only a dozen people were progressing to N.E.W.T. level. Crabbe and Goyle had evidently failed to achieve the required O.W.L. grade, but four Slytherins had made it through, including Malfoy. Four Ravenclaws were there, and one Hufflepuff, Ernie Macmillan, whomHarry liked despite his rather pompous manner.
"Harry," Ernie said portentously, holding out his hand as Harry approached, "didn't get a chance to speak in Defense Against the Dark Arts this morning. Good lesson, I thought, but Shield Charms are old hat, of course, for us old D.A. lags. And how are you, Ron, Y/n, — Hermione?"
Before they could say more than "fine," the dungeon door opened and Slughorn's belly preceded him out of the door. As they filed into the room, his great walrus moustache curved above his beaming mouth and he greeted Harry and Zabini with particular enthusiasm.
The dungeon was, most unusually, already full of vapours and odd smells. Harry, Ron, Y/n, and Hermione sniffed interestedly as they passed large, bubbling cauldrons. The four Slytherins took a table together, as did the four Ravenclaws.
This left Harry, Ron, and Hermione to share a table with Y/n. They chose the one nearest a gold-coloured cauldron that was emitting one of the most charming scents Harry had ever inhaled: somehow it reminded him simultaneously of treacle tart, the woody smell of a broomstick handle, and something flowery he thought he might have smelled at the burrow.
He found that he was breathing very slowly and deeply and that the potion's fumes seemed to be filling him up like drink. A great contentment stole over him; he grinned across at Ron, who grinned back lazily.
However, Y/n perceived old parchment, Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, and treactle tarts. She loved the way old books smelled, whenever she opened a book from the library a woosh of intoxicating paper felt fresh. Bernie Bott's was her favourite candy ever since she was a kid. She didn't know what the treactle tart smell was for but she just dealt with it.
"Now then, now then, now then," said Slughorn, whose massive form was shuddering within the many glistening veils of mist. "Scales out, everyone, and potion kits, and don't forget your copies of Advanced Potion-Making."
"Sir?" said Harry, raising his hand.
"Harry, m'boy?"
"I haven't got a book or scales or anything, nor's Ron, we didn't realize we'd be able to do the N.E.W.T., you see —"
"Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall did mention...not to worry, my dear boy, not to worry at all. You can use ingredients from the store cupboard today, and I'm sure we can lend you some scales, and we've got a small stock of old books here, they'll do until you can write to Flourish and Blotts..."
Slughorn stamped over to a corner cupboard and, after a moment's foraging, appeared with two very battered-looking models of Advanced Potion-Making by Libatius Borage, which he gave to Harry and Ron along with two sets of tarnished scales.
"Now then," said Slughorn, returning to the front of the class and inflating his already bulging chest so that the buttons on his weskit threatened to burst off, "I've prepared a few options for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of things you ought to be able to make after completing your N.E.W.T.s. You ought to have heard of 'em, even if you haven't made 'em yet. Anyone tell me what this one is?"
He indicated the cauldron nearest the Slytherin table. Harry raised himself slightly in his seat and saw what looked like plain water boiling away inside it. He slightly looked at Y/n who was smiling at him.
"How about you miss L/n?" Slughorn questioned the young lady.
"I- err, uhm — so it's like an errr, what is it?" Y/n asked her professor as he sighed. "Does anyone else know what this is?"
Hermione's well-practised hand hit the air before anybody else's; Slughorn pointed at her.
"It's Veritaserum, a colourless, odourless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth," said Hermione.
"Very good, very good!" said Slughorn happily. "Now," he continued, pointing at the cauldron nearest the Ravenclaw desk, "this one here is pretty well known. Featured in a few Ministryleaflets lately too...Who can — ?"
Hermione's hand was firmest once more. "It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," she said.
Harry too had identified the slow-bubbling, mudlike essence in the second cauldron, but did not resent Hermione getting the acknowledgement for answering the problem; she, after all, was the one who had succeeded in making it, back in their second year.
"Excellent, excellent! Now, this one here...yes, my dear?" said Slughorn, now looking slightly bemused, as Hermione's hand punched the air again.
"It's Amortentia!"
"It is indeed. It seems almost absurd to ask," said Slughorn, who was looking mightily impressed, "but I suppose you know what it does?"
"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" said Hermione.
"Quite right! You recognized it, I suppose, by its distinguishing mother-of-pearl sheen?"
"And the steam rising in characteristic spirals," said Hermione enthusiastically, "and it's supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and —"
But she turned slightly pink and did not complete the sentence.
Y/n thought about what Hermione said and wondered what Harry smells, hopefully, it was her.
"Amortentia doesn't really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. No, this will simply cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room — oh yes," he said, nodding gravely at Malfoy and Nott, both of whom were smirking sceptically. "When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love..."
"And now," said Slughorn, "it is time for us to start work."
"Sir, you haven't told us what's in this one," said Ernie Macmillan, pointing at a small black cauldron standing on Slughorn's desk. The potion within was splashing about merrily; it was the colour of molten gold, and large drops were leaping like goldfish above the surface, though not a particle had spilt.
"Oho," said Slughorn again. Harry was sure that Slughorn had not forgotten the potion at all, but had waited to be asked for dramatic effect.
"Yes. That. Well, that one, ladies and gentlemen, is an almost curious little potion called Felix Felicis. I take it," he turned, smiling, to look at Hermione, who had let out an audible gasp, "that you know what Felix Felicis does, Miss Granger?"
"It's liquid luck," said Hermione excitedly. "It makes you lucky!" The whole class seemed to sit up a little straighten Now all Harry could see of Malfoy was the back of his sleek blond head because he was, at last, giving Slughorn his full and undivided attention.
"Quite right, take another ten points for Gryffindor. Yes, it's a funny little potion, Felix Felicis," said Slughorn. "Desperately tricky to make, and disastrous to get wrong. However, if brewed correctly, as this has been, you will find that all your endeavours tend to succeed...at least until the effects wear off."
"Why don't people drink it all the time, sir?" said Terry Booteagerly.
"Because if taken in excess, it causes giddiness, recklessness, and dangerous overconfidence," said Slughorn. "Too much of a good thing, you know...highly toxic in large quantities. But taken sparingly, and very occasionally..."
"Have you ever taken it, sir?" asked Michael Corner with great interest. "Twice in my life," said Slughorn.
"Once when I was twenty-four, once when I was fifty-seven. Two tablespoonfuls were taken with breakfast. Two perfect days." He gazed dreamily into the distance. Whether he was playacting or not, thought Harry, the effect was good.
"And that," said Slughorn, apparently coming back to earth, "is what I shall be offering as a prize in this lesson."
There was silence in which every bubble and gurgle of the surrounding potions seemed magnified tenfold.
"One tiny bottle of Felix Felicis," said Slughorn, taking a minuscule glass bottle with a cork in it out of his pocket and showing it to them all. "Enough for twelve hours' luck. From dawn till dusk, you will be lucky in everything you attempt."
"Now, I must give you warning that Felix Felicis is a banned substance in organized competitions...sporting events, for instance, examinations, or elections. So the winner is to use it on an ordinary day only...and watch how that ordinary day becomes extraordinary!"
"So," said Slughorn, suddenly brisk, "how are you to win my fabulous prize? Well, by turning to page ten of Advanced Potion Making. We have a little over an hour left for us, which should be time for you to make a decent attempt at the Draught of Living Death. I know it is more complex than anything you have attempted before, and I do not expect a perfect potion from anybody. The person who does best, however, will win little Felix here. Off you go!"
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After Potions, Y/n was really curious about what Harry smelt, she questioned herself if he smelt her.
As she wandered past the passageway, she passed by Luna Lovegood, a trustworthy friend of hers, she adored Luna's wit and curiousness and that's what made them good friends. Luna gave her a pair of radish earrings she made and they wore it everywhere they went.
"Hiya Luna!" Y/n said, looking at her left side to where Luna was.
"Hey Y/n," said Luna, with her whimsical and very dream-like voice. "How were potions with Professor Slughorn?"
"Ugh, tell me about it," Y/n said as she rolled her eyes, remembering the incident that happened an hour ago. "He was really pushy, but I think it's just his teaching style."
"Well, you'll get used to it after some time, just let his teaching method be familiar with your mind and you'll get used to his manner."
"True, you should be a therapist you'd do great with that."
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Once they were securely ensconced at the Gryffindor table for dinner, however, he felt safe enough to tell them. Hermione's face became stonier with every word he uttered.
"I s'pose you think I cheated?" he finished, aggravated by her expression.
"Well, it wasn't exactly your own work, was it?" she said stiffly.
"He only followed different instructions to ours," said Ron. "Could've been a catastrophe, couldn't it? But he took a risk and it paid off." He heaved a sigh. "Slughorn could've handed me that book, but no, I get the one no one's ever written on. Puked on, by the look of page fifty-two, but —"
"Hang on," said a voice close by Harry's left ear and he caught a sudden waft of that flowery smell he had picked up in Slughorn's.
"Did I hear right? You've been taking orders from something someone wrote in a book, Harry?" She looked alarmed and angry. Harry knew what was on her mind at once.
"It's nothing," he said reassuringly, lowering his voice. "It's not like, you know, Riddle's diary. It's just an old textbook someone scribbled on."
"But you're doing what it says?"
"I just tried a few of the tips written in the margins, honestly, Ginny, there's nothing funny —"
Y/n saw how Harry gleamed when he saw Ginny, which made her alarmed, it made her jealous, he never looked at her like that, she wanted him to look at her like that, it wasn't fair. She was her girlfriend, unless?
"Ginny's got a point," said Y/n, perking up at once. "We ought to check that there's nothing odd about it. I mean, all these funny instructions, who knows?"
"Hey!" said Harry indignantly, as she pulled his copy of Advanced Potion-Making out of his bag and raised her wand.
"Specialis Revelio!" she said, rapping it smartly on the front cover. Nothing whatsoever happened. The book simply lay there, looking old and dirty and dog-eared.
"Finished?" said Harry irritably. "Or d'you want to wait and see if it does a few backflips?"
"It seems all right," said Hermione, still staring at the book suspiciously. "I mean, it really does seem to be...just a textbook."
"Good. Then I'll have it back," said Harry, snatching it off the table, but it slipped from his hand and landed open on the floor.
Y/n looked at it as Harry picked it up immediately as it fell.
This Book is The Property of the Half-Blood Prince.
'Shady' She thought while Harry muttered a Goodnight, love in your ear as he ran out of the Great Hall.
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For the past week, Y/n had never seen the Golden Trio, which was worrying because in every side of Hogwarts they'll be there. So she waited in the common room for a few hours. After a few hours, Y/n gave up on waiting for Harry and grasped all of her things to go back to her dormitory.
As she was about to go, the portrait hole opened, showing her lover and Ginny.
"Hiya Harry, Ginny." Y/n greeted them, the name Ginny sounded like venom on her tongue.
"Oh, Y/n, we weren't expecting you here," said Harry nervously as he fiddled with the hem of his shirt.
"Well, I'm your girlfriend, surely I'd wait for you to see if you're okay," Y/n exclaimed as she glared at Ginny "But I see you're busy with someone else."
"You don't have to, I'm grateful that you care for me but can you just — leave?"
Y/n scoffed at his response. "Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw then, wouldn't you? I'm not that gullible Harry."
"I don't understand?" said Harry as he had this perplexed look on his face.
"Forget it," Y/n said as she left.
What she didn't know is what happened the second she stepped out of the common room.
Y/n spent that night sobbing herself to sleep, she loves Harry, she really does but it just seems like she's the only one trying in this relationship. She was thinking of breaking up with Harry the next morning. And that's exactly what she did.
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It was only a matter of time before the Battle of Hogwarts began. Witches and wizards casting spells back and forth. Y/n was with Hermione and Ron, who were still friends with her even though Harry and she were at an awkward point in their life.
Y/n was in an empty classroom to rest a bit, she looked at her wound and touched it slightly as she winced at the pain. She tried to catch up with her breathing but as she did so a death eater shot a spell at her but she quickly dodged it.
She sent a spell at them and quickly stood up and ran away. On the way she bumped into the last person, she wants to see, but here they were, Harry and Y/n face-to-face. They did the unexpected to happen, they hugged, they hugged like there was no tomorrow. Their eyes filled with tears as they gripped each other tightly.
He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or Lord Voldemort took this chance to cast a spell at Harry. Unfortunately, Y/n saw Voldemort and switched places with Harry, her taking the shot. Harry opened his eyes, due to the sound and sudden weight on his arms.
He saw Y/n, hanging on her life for Dear God, his eyes watered a little as he muttered a quiet 'I love you.' and Y/n replying with the same thing, he knew he was dating Ginny but you'll always have a place in his heart.
And with that everything went blank.
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(A/n: CREDITS TO @simp-for-british-men FOR HELPING ME WITH THE PLOT
I do not allow any rewrites, edits, translations or copies on other sites. this is my original work and idea! likes, asks, requests, feedback and reposts are appreciated!
comfortable silence. that's all there was as you and harry laid on his bed, cuddled up next to each other. his arm wrapped around you as your head laid on his chest, listening to his beating heart.
“harry,” you softly mumbled, earning a quiet hum from the boy underneath you. you turn your head upwards a bit to look at him, “why are you so bloody beautiful?” you question as you stared at him in awe.
“y-you um, think I'm beautiful?” harry shifted slightly not daring to look back you, his cheeks burning up. he wasn't used to getting complements — growing up with the dursley's they made him feel awfully insecure about his appearance.
“of course,” you reassured him giving a smile, before shifting your position to straddle your boyfriend's lap; your thighs pressed against his sides. “hey, look at me,” you whispered to him grabbing his chin gently, turning his head to face you; leaning in and pressing your forehead to his.
“your lips are beautiful,” you muttered as you caressed his lower lip with your thumb, making his breath hitch.
“your eyes are pretty,” making eye contact with eachother as you slid your hand down to the side of his neck.
“your hair is gorgeous,” you lean in closer tilting your head the the side, ghosting your lips over his. “you- you're the definition of perfection. you are beautiful harry, every inch of you. you deserve everything,” finally pressing your lips against his.
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
Life’s too precious. If you feel like this, please know that it gets better. And that people are always happy to lend an ear; heck drop me a message too. But never, ever think about taking your own life.
SUB HARRY LITERALLY ANYTHING WITH SUB HARRY PLS CHLOE
DESCRIPTION:
harry is horny.
TW:
smut obv😩🙄 (poorly written smut btw), dom!reader, sub!harry.
A/N
i haven't written smut in so long so i hope this wasn't shit lmao :)
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Harry Potter was horny.
As he looked at his girlfriend who wore a dress that fit her perfectly, showing off all her curves, her ass, her tits.
He couldn't help but rub his thighs together slightly from where he sat in the Gryffindor common room.
There was a party, Gryffindor had won against Ravenclaw in the Quidditch grand final.
Harry had, of course, caught the snitch which made the red and gold house win.
Y/N couldn't off been prouder, her boyfriend had won it for Gryffindor.
But she also knew about his glances on her, desire held in his green eyes that seemed to have darkened behind his glasses.
She could only smirk, enjoying the power she had over the boy. She made sure to tease him more, stretching her arms in the air 'innocently' which made the end of her dress come higher up her thighs, showing alot more of the legs Harry was dreaming of being in-between.
An internal groan left his lips as he watched the girl slowly and seductively walk towards him, his eyes watched her come closer and closer like nothing else in the world mattered.
"You okay sweetheart?" She asked innocently, playing with a piece of her hair around her right finger as the other began to play with the collar of his shirt.
"I need you," he whispered lowly, lust filling his tone as he grabbed onto her forearm, looking up to her through his eyelashes.
"What have I told you?"
"Please."
She smirked, bring her hand to wrap around his own to bring him off the seat, "Good boy."
Harry could feel himself getting hard already, he rubbed his legs together to both relieve himself and to try to hide the tent growing in his pants.
Y/N looked down, a sly smirk coming onto her face as she slowly leaned in, it was then he could finally see her face fully since it was blocked out by the dimmed lights in the room.
"Do you want your reward?"
He nodded, she could nearly make out a whine from his eager lips, she tugged on his hand and pulled him up towards his dorm room.
When they made it inside the girl locked the door, muttering a silencing charm along with it before turning to face the eager boy.
"What do you want Har?" Y/N mumbled softly, slowly taking off her shoes as she walked seductively towards him.
"I-I-"
"Come on baby boy," she teased lowly, her heels finally throwing off her feet, "Use your words properly."
"I-I want to be inside you... oh please let me feel you," he whined out, his hands tugging on the ends of her dress.
"Want my pussy baby?" She asked, cocking her head to the side as she slowly put her hand on his chest, pushing him onto the bed.
She hovered over him, from where she laid above him she could feel his hard erection through his pants.
"So hard already," she mumbled, trying to hide how proud she felt at the fact she could get him this excited already, "Haven't even done anything."
"Please," Harry whined out desperately, his hands coming up to her dress and tugging on the dress straps, "Please- need you so bad-"
"Since you asked so nicely..." she smirked, her hands dipping into his pants to rub over his hardened dick over his boxers.
She could feel the pre-cum through his boxers, pulling down his pants to the floor then his boxers to leave him bare in his lower half she wrapped her hands around his dick and began to rub up and down.
"F-Fuck," he muttered in pleasure, letting his head hit the pillows behind him.
After a few more moments of her hand around his cock she pulled her hand off, tugging up her dress and pulling down her now wet underwear before climbing on top of him.
He watched with gazed eyes, his hands instantly falling to her waist, his erection sat on the part of his stomach where his shirt had ridden up, the red tip was practically begging for help.
"O-Oh please," Harry mumbled, his eyes watching her hand grab his cock again and lining it up with her entrance, the tip of his cock spreading her slightly before sinking down on it fully.
A moan of relief left his lips as a moan left her's.
"Such a good boy for me Har... fuck," Y/N mumbled, her hands gripping onto his thighs behind him as she slowly began to rock her hips back and forth.
Harry was a whining mess, his cock fit perfectly inside her, he could feel everything just as she could with him.
As she rocked her hips faster and deeper it didn't take long for the tip of his dick to hit her g-spot, a moan leaving both their lips at the feeling.
Harry sat up slightly, bringing his hands to her breast and began to play with them, leaving whiny and wet kisses along the swell of them, moving down to her right breast where he began to suck, lick and bit on slightly.
"Fuck," she mumbled, one hand bringing to the back of his head to tug on his hair which earned a whiny moan from him.
"I can feel you throbbing in me Harry," she mumbled, he only looked up through his eyes, his glasses fallen off long ago as his tongue swiped the bud of her breast.
"Gonna cum for me?" Harry only nodded in response, his tongue moving to the other breast.
"Then cum," and he did, spilling himself inside of her and was forever grateful that she was on birth control.
Not long after she came, letting out a high pitch moan as she dropped onto his sweaty chest, his dick slipping out of her to lay on his bare thigh.
"Thanks for that," he mumbled, a laugh leaving her lips.
AUTHORS NOTE: kinda hated this sorry, loved the idea just hated the writing but i hope you enjoy <33
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Y/N didn’t know what to do, what to say, how to react. What was she supposed to do anyways, as she sat in her bathroom floor, holding a pregnancy stick with the big word written smack bang in the middle;
POSTIVE
She was pregnant, there was growing fetus inside her stomach. The girl closed her eyes for a moment, taking in a shaky breath as her hand came to her stomach, rubbing it softly.
It all started a few days back, when she began to throw up, not really hungry for her favourite foods and it was then she realised her period was late.
Instantly, when Harry was out at work earlier today she rushed to the local pharmacy, buying three packets of the stick and rushing home.
All three said she was pregnant.
But now, she had to tell Harry. The man she was in love, she had always dreamt of having a family with.
But now it was happening.
She and Harry had both talked about having a family of there own, but neither really talked about having one now.
She was scared, would Harry leave her, would he hate her?
Her thoughts were cut off when a knock on the bathroom door came ringing through her ears.
“Are you okay in there darling?” The familiar voice of her husband Harry Potter came from behind the closed door.
The girl let out a shaky breath, “Y-yeah I’m fine.”
Harry heard her shaky breath, he heard how she sounded like she had been crying and instantly grew more worried.
“C-Can I come in?” He asked, pressing his forehead to the door.
“No!” She said sharply, quickly rushing to stand up to pack away the pregnancy sticks that laid on the floor.
But she slipped, letting out a groan as her knee hit the side of the table.
Harry heard it and quickly rushed in, but stopped in his tracks when he saw the one thing she was wanting to hide from him.
“Harry I-I can explain...” she whispered, tears already wanting to leave her (e/c).
But Harry didn’t reply, only walking towards her slowly and slowly taking the stick out her hand into his.
A smile came onto his, dropping the stick onto the floor he glanced up to look at the girl and instantly brought her into a hug.
She squealed in a gasp slightly at the sudden hug and gripped his shoulders tightly as he spun her around, slowly bringing her back to look into her eyes.
“Your pregnant?” He mumbled, a wide smile coming onto his face.
She nodded with a smile, “Y-Yeah I’m pregnant.”
His smile seemed to grow more, he cupped her cheeks and brought her into a long kiss which she instantly kissed back.
“We’re having a family,” he mumbled, his gaze not leaving hers.
“Yeah,” she nodded with a smile, “Yeah we are.”
He brought his hand down to her stomach, slowly rubbing it making her sigh softly.
“That’s our baby in there,” he mumbled in slight shock, looking down at her stomach.
She brought her hand down to his, putting it over his, “Yeah... yeah it is.”
Idk I just came up with this lol so it very short.
You were underneath Harry, in his dorm, making out. A familiar occasion needles to say.
His hands were moving along your sides, every now and then going over your ass or the side of your boobs.
The rooms was quiet, everyone went to Hogsmeade, seeing as it was Friday. You and Harry took the opportunity to spend some time together, considering that you’re both to busy.
That being the reason you and Harry have never had intimate time.
You were both virgins. But still had moments like this, it just never turned into more.
Harry was resting on his elbows on either side of your head. One of your hands was in his hair, eventually pulling it slightly, making Harry’s breath hitch.
The other was going over his sweater or pulling on his loose tie to pull him closer to you.
Harry’s tongue was exploring your mouth, as yours did the same to his.
Eventually you broke the kiss, in need for air. Both of you are panting heavily, trying to take in as much air as possible, wanting to resume what you were doing.
Harry sat up on his knees so you both can breathe more properly, this gave you the good opportunity to sit up Infront of him looking up at him and leaning in to kiss him again.
Your hands dip under his sweater. Your fingers slowly gliding on his soft and smooth skin. Tracing his abs.
You break the kiss, looking up at him. Your fingers holding the rim of the fabric, indicating to him if he is okay with taking it off.
Harry nods lightly, liking his lips while admiring you. You unbutton his sweater and take it off, then his blouse. Kissing his stomach and chest until it’s completely off of him.
Harry puts his hands on your waist and pulls you closer, attaching his lips onto yours. His hands trail down to your lower back, eventually going to your ass.
He looks at you for approval, which you gladly give. His hands trail off, going under your shirt slightly. Or dipping just a centimeter under your skirt.
Your hands roam on his stomach, abdominal muscle and chest. The feeling leaving spikes in your stomach and a throbbing in your heat.
You break the kiss again, holding your shirt looking at Harry “want me to take it off?” A small grin could be visible on your lips. Harry’s face went a light shade of pink after hearing what you just said. His hands went to your grey sweater and unbuttoned it.he took off your shirt underneath, leaving you in your bra.
He looked at you, no, admired you.
Je bent down and started leaving marks on your chest. Biting, licking, sucking, grazing. Everything.
He constantly went lower and lower, until he reached just above the rim of your bra. He bit down on your tanned skin, making you go crazy. It was to much, you let out a small moan. Harry stopped for a second, your moans being like music to his ears.
He continued until your whole chest area was wet with his saliva.
He looked you directly in the eye before you pushed him back. You on top of him, your chest pressed against his, making Harry go crazy.
Your hand was gliding over his body, teasing him here and there by dipping your fingers in his pants. The other hand was in his hair. Pulling, holding, and messing it up.
Harry’s hands were exploring your body. His thumb running over the top of your pressed boobs or going over your ass.
It gives you a tingly feeling, his hands running down your back. To your skirt and dipping under. Grabbing your ass and then letting go of it to mess up your hair.
It felt euphoric. It’s like Heaven came to earth.
You being impatient, grabbed his belt, looking at Harry for consent before you unbuckled it and took off his pants and threw them aside.
You could see his very visible hard erection through his boxers making you grow wetter by the second.
Your lips connected to his neck, sucking on his skin and leaving small bite marks.
Harry’s hands fiddled with the clasp of your bra, unclipping it after a bit and throwing it with the rest of your clothes.
He stared at your breasts, licking his lips and lust in his eyes.
He took the right nipple in his mouth and holding the other one.
Small moans and whimpers escaped your lips, encouraging Harry not to stop “oh Harry.” You whined softly.
Harry met your soaking panties and removed them from under your skirt.
He moved back “so wet.”
“Hmh. So wet for you only baby.”
He took off his boxers. His tip hitting your heat slightly, making you whine. He ripped off your skirt and crashed his lips onto yours again.
You took his dick into your hand and began moving up and down slowly, Harry squirming and moaning underneath you “does that feel good baby? Hm?”
Harry nodded in response. “I need words darling. C’mon , I want to hear you. Do I make you feel good baby?”
“Yes mommy. Yes you make me feel so good. It feels so good mommy.” He cried out.
“Good.” You positioned yourself above him and lowered yourself onto him, going slow in the beginning but slowly going faster.
The room now was filled with Harry’s cries, whimpers, whines and moans.
“Please mommy! Please!” You swore Harry’s begging could make you come right on the spot. Seeing him cry and beg for you is strangely arousing.
“Please what baby?” You said trying to keep in any noise that could make harry go crazy.
“Please faster. I need more, please mommy!” Harry was sobbing at this point, the pleasure washing over his whole body.
You intertwined both your hands with Harry’s, doing as he asked and went as fast as you could. Destroying your knees and pussy as you went up and down his dick.
“Oh! Mommy fuck- you feel so good!” Harry was sweating, his glasses foggy and his face and hair damp.
You could feel Harry’s dick swell up and twitch inside you, meaning he’s close to his release.
“Mommy I’m gonna cum! Oh- fuck. Mommy!” He screamed out.
“Then cum for m’ baby. Hm, finish for mommy.” You said as you were close to your release yourself.
Harry didn’t need another telling and came, filling you up completely. He screamed while the hot white liquid spewed out of him. Crying and scratching your back.
You came after Harry, the liquid going down your thighs and on Harry.
You removed yourself from Harry and landed beside him, panting.
Harry’s breath was all over the place, his chest going up and down furiously.
“‘M so tired. Was it good baby?” You ask him while turning to look at him.
“Yes. More then yes. Did you feel good?” He asked worried.
“Of course. It was amazing.” You smiled, moving closer to Harry so you could cuddle.
“We can clean up tomorrow and sle-“ you heard soft snoring from besides you. You looked at Harry and saw that he already fell asleep.
Smiling to your self you took some napkins from besides you and wiped the remaining cum away. After you laid down again and drifted to sleep besides Harry.
first request yuh, also thanks for the hot pic of logan x
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Y/N sometimes hated being a Slytherin.
She hated the fact she couldn't kiss her boyfriend in public without being hated on or the fact she could get disowned for even being in the same area as Potter.
Her boyfriend, Harry James Potter.
No one knew the two were dating, no one knew about the fact Y/N and Harry Potter were currently sat in an empty broom closet, Harry's hands in Y/N's hair as her's were wrapped around her neck.
The two couldn't get enough of each other, and when they could they would meet in secret places.
Often broom closets with a certain silencing and locking spell.
"Hmm," Harry whispered out, his head being thrown back slightly and a rough breath left his slightly swollen red lips as Y/N's lips ran their tongue across the nape of his neck.
"W-We have to get to class," Harry mumbled, the girl let out an annoying huff and lifted her head to meet his eyes.
It was dimly lightened in the closet, she could only make out the ends of his eyes which sparkled through the lens of his crooked glasses.
She smiled at her boyfriend of nearly a year and softly moved her hands to his glasses, fixing them slightly.
A light blush coated his cheeks of her hands softly grazing his skin.
"Even after all these years, I can still make you blush?" Y/N smirked, one that Harry could barely make out in the darkroom.
"You just have that effect on me I guess," Harry shrugged, his blush growing larger as he fixed the collar of his shirt to cover the slight hickey growing on his neck.
"Good to know," she smirked, "I like how I can make you blush."
Harry rolled his eyes, his hands moving to her waist, his warm fingertips grazing against her cold waist from the blouse of her school shirt which had been lifted slightly.
"Look who's blushing now," Harry held a cocky grin as he noticed the slight red cheeks coating the Slytherin girl.
"Oh shush Potter."
The two found themselves running to Potions class moments later, already knowing they would be late.
"Okay- I'll go first and you come back in a few moments?" Y/N said sternly to Harry who nodded.
She sighed and opened the door which made everyone turn to her with a confused look.
"Sorry sir," she said to Professor Slughorn who was smiling at her, "Sorry for being late."
"No worries, just take a seat dear," she instantly rushed over to her friends, taking a seat next to Daphne Greengrass as Pansy, Blaise and Draco sat across from her.
"Where were you?" Pansy hissed at the girl who shrugged and fixed her collar.
"Just late to class."
Their attention turned to Harry who had just walked through the door and taking a seat next to Ron.
"Why was Potter late," Draco grumbled, Y/N couldn't help roll her eyes.
"Why? Curious if your boyfriend is cheating on you?" Daphne shot at the blonde making all the other's laugh, Y/N more like a forced.
"I do not like Potter."
Daphne raised an eyebrow and turned her head to see Harry Potter already looking there direction, he winked their way. But it was clear as the night sky who it was directed to.
Daphne smirked and turned back to Y/N, "No, but I think Potter likes someone."
a/n - hi! so i’m gonna start doing little one-shots cuz it’s easier for me lol
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you were sitting in the common room reading a love story book- romeo and juliet.
“i want to fall in love” you said while dramatically closing the book that was on your lap.
“really? i didnt noticed” ron replied while mocking you because you’ve been saying that the whole week while you read the book.
“well yes,” you looked over to harry “harry, are you available? so i can fall in love with you and you can fall in love with me and we can have a love story?”.
just as you finished your words harry turned bright red at listening how you said that you wanted to fall in love with him.
ron started laughing at the other side of the table “i think he already do-” ron couldn’t finished his words because harry kicked him on the stomach which made ron give a high pinched scream.
you simply gave a little laugh and returned to your reading, not noticing the raven haired boy staring at you while thinking about what you just said and how it melted his heart.
Warnings: Mentions of cheating, toxic relationship, not proofread
Word Count: 900+
So I am very unsure of the way I wrote this, but I hope you enjoy it! :)
Masterlist Part One
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You’re dirty, disgusting
But I can’t get enough of your loving
Photos scattered the walls of your home, photos of memories that are foriegn to you. Photos with a smile effortlessly plastered on your face where only now you have forced a smile that didn’t even meet your eyes. The memories where you actually felt happy to be with him.
It was another late night, the fridge full of leftovers he didn’t eat and a clock chiming each hour away he was gone for. And as usual you sat at the couch, tears still brimming your eyes. You can’t help but laugh at how stupid you must look, crying over a man that barely acknowledged you anymore. But your body yearned for his touch,his love while your mind was screaming to break free.
Boy, I hate you, really hate you
My mama said I shouldn’t date you
The look on your mother’s face if she could see you now, she would be shaking her head, looking at you, her facial expression screaming “I told you that boy was gonna do nothing but break your heart.” She was right, maybe you should have left when you had a chance or maybe you should’ve wiped off his kiss and stormed out, leaving him. You hated the fact that you loved him, you hated the fact that your body longed for his touch, you hated the fact he had such an effect on you. You hate him, every aspect of him.
You hated how he’d interrupt you every time you were finally able to make a comment when he was talking about his work day.
You hated how he came home smelling like cheap perfume.
You hated that you wanted to believe every lie he would tell you.
You hated wasting hours in the kitchen just for the food to go in a container in the refrigerator.
You hated him cheating on you.
You hated that you haven’t left him yet.
You hated that if your mother could see you, she would shake her head in disappointment.
You’re cheating, you’re lyin’
I know that you’re hiding
Two cellphones
Every morning you woke up the same, his side of the bed made, not even the slightest wrinkle running through the sheets. This morning was no different, letting out a sigh you got out of bed. Slipping on the slippers that sat by your side of the bed, hell the whole bed was your side, you walked out of your supposebly shared bedroom with your oh-so-darling-boyfriend.
Once in the living room, his voice was heard, clearly talking on his phone “No way!” He laughed, a laugh that he didn’t laugh when you were joking with him,”That’s impossible!”
You leaned your head against the thin wall that divided the living room and the kitchen, curious to what he was talking to. Probably her, you thought. You heard him sigh from his spot on the couch, his back turned to you,”Baby-” He whined into the phone, confirming your thoughts,”I know, I know, I want you too. But things with Y/N are complicated, I don’t want to just end things with her out of the blue. I don’t think she has any idea about us yet, she’s quite clueless at times.” You mentally scoffed at his words, he’s the clueless one,”It would break her heart if I just break up with her, just give me some time and then we can be together, I love you.”
You wanted each word to scar across your heart, but maybe your heart was already too broken for that. The funny thing is you also wanted to run into his arms and have him cradle you back and forth while reassuring you that you’re the only one for him.
But, boy, right before I say that it’s the end
Wanting to breathe freely, wanting to not be in the prison of this home where the clock would chime every hour he was late or where to open the fridge and see your hard work wasted. You wanted to be his but he didn’t want you to be his, he wanted her.
Back in the bedroom this time, you grabbed a suitcase from the closet and began throwing your belongings in there. You opened your wallet and took out the picture of you and Harry, a picture of you both smiling in your old Hogwarts uniforms, ripped it in half and threw it on “his side” of the mattress before zipping up your suitcase and heading towards the front door, you were truly leaving this time.
A, B, C, D, E-e-eee, F.U.
Walking through the home you once shared with the man you loved, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit relieved. You were gonna be free.
Free of meaningless “I love yous”.
Free of a one-sided relationship.
Free of the chiming clock of his tardiness.
Free of the fridge stacked full of food he didn’t bother to eat.
Free of all the tears he caused.
You placed your hand on the door handle, you were gonna be free of him. Turning the door knob, you smiled. “Y/N?” His voice rang.
You turned around with a genuine smile painted across your face, eyes glistening with tears. “F.U” you said before turning to walk out the door, it slamming in his face.
You no longer yearned for his touch, you were no longer his puppet under his control. You no longer are under his spell, you no longer ached for his touch. You finally brought yourself to end things with him, you were finally able to tell him “F.U”
It was a cloudy day at Hogwarts, Y/n and Hermione were sitting in the library, studying for their classes. Despite being in different houses, they were good friends. Y/n was also dating one of her best friends, Harry, he was delightful to be with, but ever since the exams started coming up, he became distant. He always blamed it on studying in the library but, you are always at the library and, rarely see him.
"Hey, Hermione, have you seen Harry anywhere?" Inquired Y/n to her friend.
"No, I thought he was with you," Responded Hermione.
"I'm always with YOU!" Beamed Y/n as she was shushed by Madam Pince, who was roaming around the library. Hermione looked at her friend with a confused look and, resumed reading and taking notes.
"I'll go look for some books, do you want me to pick up some for you too?" Asked Y/n which Hermione whispered a yes before going back to work.
Y/n wandered throughout the library, trying to find a specific section, 'Why is this library so huge?!'. She almost shrieked as she found the section, she walked towards it, not knowing her boyfriend and a random no-life were kissing. Y/n looked at them, the blood pulsated in her ears, her vision disfigured as if she were looking through a fish-eye lens.
"Excuse me," The two stopped, hearing your hoarse voice echo. "I need the book," Spoke Y/n. Harry immediately recognised the voice it was you.
"You better move quickly, we were doing something!" The girl commanded as she pushed Harry to her side, who was watching Y/n with wide eyes.
"Y/n-" Started Harry, but just got cut off by Y/n slamming the book to a table and fled. Harry looked at the floor, knowing he fucked up. Madam Pince floundered towards the two forms and shushed them.
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After the scene that happened, Y/n sat on her four-poster bed in her dorm, observing the ceiling. Hermione looked at her friend with guilt. "I'm sorry, Y/n,"
"No, there's no obligation for you to say sorry," Spoke Y/n to her friend, who was sitting in her bed. "But thank you,"
"Harry made me give you this, I-I haven't read it at all I wear!" Faltered Hermione as she gave Y/n a letter.
"Do you know when you lie, you always look away," Giggled Y/n while she grasped the letter Hermione 'didn't read'. "Eh, I'll burn this letter, he knew what he was doing,"
Hermione looked at Y/n with a startled face, "A-aren't you a little curious?!"
"Nope, if he has the balls to kiss another girl, he'll have the balls to face me,"
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Y/n sat near the fireplace of the common room, admiring the fire as it crumples up the letter into ashes.
"Hey..." A familiar voice spoke. Y/n looked behind her and saw Harry. "How's it going?"
"It's going good, how's the girl?" Inquired Y/n as he fully faced Harry.
Harry audibly swallowed, looking everywhere other than Y/n. "How long has it been going on for?" Y/n asked Harry.
"3 weeks, but we only kissed that's all!" Protested Harry, however, Y/n was smarter than that.
"It's so stupid, '3 weeks, but we only kissed, that's all!' Do you think that changes what you did? You're such a scumbag, Harry!" Replied Y/n as she threw a pillow at him. "Be lucky that was a pillow or else you'll be in the Hospital Wing. We're done Harry, have a nice life!" Y/ flipped Harry off one last time before she ran up to her dorm and shut the door as loudly as she can.
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter x Male!Reader
Summary: It was a selfish ask, and yet, Harry understood now.
Word Count: 1,027
“Don’t fall in love with me, Harry.”
Your laughter was stuck on repeat in his head, almost as if it was a broken record player. Along with your laughter, an image was stuck with it. It was how your head tilted to the side with a small brewing smile as you spoke your words carefully.
haha send some harry potter x reader requests bc im bored pls im begging u
Harry breaking up with Ginny and getting together with the reader from Ginny's pov (post-war)
Traitor | Harry Potter X GN! Reader
(They/Them, After the War)
Angst | Warning/s: Mentions of Death/Food, Breaking down.
Read it on my Wattpad here! @merlinsbexrd
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Finally, Voldemort died after years of pure paranoia and the deaths of loved ones, he finally died. Ginny didn’t know what she felt, the world stopped when her brother, Fred, died but, her heart shattered when Harry broke up with her. He didn’t leave any explanation on why, he just did.
Her legs started to tremble like noodles as she finally broke down. Her mind kept going into the sight of Harry and Y/n. Ginny was happy Harry found a new lover, though her heart didn’t think so. Whenever she closed her eyes, she would see Y/n, it was like the world was torturing her.
She asked herself every day what she did in her past life to deserve this.
Ginny didn’t want to attend their wedding, George gave her a bit of cake left. She felt like she was losing it.
Ginny was looking at the piece of cake left for her on the plate, it was like it was taunting her. She envisioned how it could’ve been her wedding cake, but Harry had other ideas for her. The cake was Y/n’s favourite flavour combined with Harry’s favourite fruit on the top.
Ginny sighed as she opened the fridge and placed the piece of cake there. Making sure it would be at the end of the fridge. She didn't want to waste perfect cake.
Ginny decided to go to snooze she needed a break but, her mind flooded with pictures of them and Harry together instead, of Ginny, it was Y/n. She remembered when Harry would glance at Y/n, laugh with Y/n, dance with Y/n. Everything was Y/n.
So, Ginny lied there, on her bed, thinking of what Harry and Y/n are doing now.
Sorry if it was too short for your liking ! - Merlieve.
warnings: breakup, talk of the war, angsty asf, i think that’s all but as always lmk loves! :)
a/n: based on happier than ever by billie eilish,, italics are flashback/song lyrics
a/n ii: i do NOT like nor do i promote billie eilish in any way at all. but the song is trending on tiktok and i thought it’d be a good fic idea
it was the biggest argument the two of you had ever had. the one that resulted in the end of your relationship. you regretted every single second of it. you knew that he was trying. that he just wanted to help. he was trying to make a better world for himself. for everyone. for you. for both of you. so you could have the future you always talked about.
but lately he wasn’t around. he had a lot of responsibilities, you understood that. but you were his girlfriend. and lately he wasn’t being much of a boyfriend. you tried to push it away when he called rain checks on your dates. or when he was late because it “slipped his mind.” or when, sometimes… he didn’t even show at all.
it was your final straw when he showed up three hours late for your anniversary dinner. it wasn’t even your true anniversary… that was two weeks ago. but he had missed that because he was at hagrid’s hut with ron and hermione. you pushed it off with a shrug and a small smile. no more than a “it’s okay harry, i promise. i know you have a lot on your plate right now,” as you kissed his cheek and retreated to your dorm for the night.
but that night… that night you just had so much pent up anger. you were sick of it, truthfully. and you flipped out. “why’re you so dressed up, love?” the question would usually have made your heart sink. but by now you were used to it. now you just scoffed. you were numb to the hurt of him forgetting.
“had an anniversary dinner with my boyfriend. but it seems like he forgot… again,” you spoke plainly.
“darling i’m so sorry you have to believe me,” he implored.
“it’s fine harry. really,” you shrugged as you blinked back your angry tears.
“we can… we can reschedule. tomorrow i promise,” he bit his lip hopefully.
“no. it’s fine,” you shrugged.
“okay. if tomorrow doesn’t work, we can try next week maybe?” he tried again. you shook your head again. “okay well if not next week then i’m not sure. i’ve got army meetings and ron, mione, and i have plans with hagrid. plus we’ve got the end of years coming up so i have to study. when do you want to reschedule for?”
“i don’t harry,” you answered, finally letting the dam break. two tears fell slowly down your cheeks. “i don’t want to reschedule. or try a different day because there won’t be one. it’ll just be the same thing all over again. you’ll be late. if you even care to remember that we have a date at all,” you spat bitterly.
“yn, i’m trying,” harry quickly became defensive at the venom spitting from your tongue. “i’m doing my best really, can’t you see that? i’m trying to save the world here, you’re not making it easy by being so clingy,” he spat ruthlessly.
“then let me make it easier on you, harry. you never have to worry about me again,” you offered a sad smile as you turned and began to walk away.
“you’re breaking up with me?” the sea-eyed boy was dumbfounded.
“yeah. i’m making saving the world easier on you. you won’t have to worry about a clingy girlfriend anymore. go do what you need to do and save the world harry,” you told him. “too bad you couldn’t save your relationship as well,” you sniffled as you retreated to your dorm.
it hurt you to leave harry. but you both needed it. two years of dating and an even longer relationship… and it just all went to shit. it exploded right before your eyes.
you spent the following weeks buried under your covers. sobbing your little heart out, when you weren’t in class. you knew what would come of breaking up with hogwarts’ golden boy and the savior of the world. the dirty looks. the whispers. however, what you didn’t expect… was for the whole wizarding world to hear about it.
what you didn’t expect was for the front page of the daily prophet to read in big, bold lettering: “THE BOY WHO LIVED: HEARTBROKEN.” you read through the article by rita skeeter and you were fuming. she had called you “cold” and “heartless.” and much, much nastier words that you couldn’t even repeat, all of which were completely untrue.
harry had made you out to be the bad guy, of course. the golden boy could never do anything wrong. you scoffed as you picked up the paper and stormed your way to the great hall. all conversation at the gryffindor had died down as their eyes locked on you, storming over to harry. “you LIAR!” you screamed as you roughly shoved his chest, throwing the paper down in front of him.
he raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the article. “i see no lies here,” he shrugged, causing ron, ginny, and hermione to stifle a laugh. you rolled your eyes at this. “you’re nothing but a cold. heartless. bitch,” he spat ruthlessly.
“as if! harry that’s you! you’re cold and you’re heartless! you don’t care about anyone but yourself, oh chosen one,” you spit right back.
“cold and heartless when i’m saving the world?” he raised an eyebrow as he scoffed.
“please cut your little bullshit ‘i the chosen one am saving the world’ ploy. it’s nothing but bullshit! neville could save the world just as well as you can,” you shook your head. “you’re nothing without your title harry. absolutely nothing,” you growled. you saw red. nothing but red. you were positively pissed. anger was the only thought processing in your brain. “you’re an entitled brat harry. who never sees himself in the wrong even when you break hearts.”
“then i guess we’re one in the same, aren’t we, yn?” he snarked.
“oh please. you wish harry. i don’t relate to you. i could never relate to you. cus i would’ve never treated me as shitty as you did,” you shook your head as you spoke. crossing your arms defensively as you prepared to tell the chosen one all about himself.
“i treated you so shitty and yet, i still work my ass off to continue to save your life along with everyone else on the planet. right,” he scoffed.
“cut your bullshit harry. stop with the savior of the world shit. you scared me half to death with all of the dangerous shit you did. you stick your neck out and swim oceans for people who wouldn’t even step over a fucking puddle for you! you think these people care about you? they don’t! you’re a pawn in their little war. that’s all you’ll ever be!” you scoffed again. “i don’t even know why i’m wasting my breath. you only ever listen to your fucking ‘friends’ anyway,” you put air quotes around the word as you forced yourself to keep your tears at bay.
“so what if i’m a pawn! i’m helping! you’ve had everything handed to you on a silver fucking platter you’re entire life! you’d never know what this life feels like!” he shouted back.
“that’s your problem harry! you never see anyone’s problems but your own! you weren’t even aware of the fact that you made me miserable! for weeks you made me miserable. i couldn’t even tell if i still had a boyfriend or not!” you harshly rubbed your nose on the sleeve of your robe. “i wish it wasn’t true, but now that i’m away from you, i’m somehow happier. at least i know you don’t love me anymore instead of having to wonder every night,” you shook your head.
“we’re done yn! you made that very clear when you left me after forgetting one date! why do you care so much!” he yelled.
“because it wasn’t one date harry it was multiple! hogwarts was my home harry! and you made me hate this school!” you shouted.
“so what?! we’re over yn, i’m moving on and handling it in my own way! you should too!” his face was red and the vein in his neck was protruding. all eyes in the great hall—including those of the professors’—were on the two of you.
“no! cus i don’t talk shit about you all over the daily prophet or in school for that matter! i’ve never said anything bad about you!” you yelled at him.
“well why not? apparently you have every right to since i was such a horrible boyfriend for trying to make a better world for the two of us to have a future in,” he scoffed.
you rolled your eyes and decided upon not wasting your breath at his use of that defense yet again. “cause that shit’s embarrassing harry! you were my everything and all you ever did was make me fucking sad!” you rubbed at your nose again, nearly positive that the tip of it was now rubbed raw.
“i’m sorry that you feel like i was so terrible to you. i’m sorry that i couldn’t save our relationship like i saved the world like you said,” he shook his head.
“oh don’t try to make me feel bad harry! i have a whole laundry list of good and bad things about you. but at some point the good stopped outweighing the bad,” by now the inevitable had happened and tears had begun to spill slowly over your lash line.
“really? cus it sounds like you have nothing but bad things to say,” he snarked with a small scoff.
“i mean i could list all the times you showed up on time, but it’d be empty because you never did. you ruined everything good in my life, harry. and you always say you’re so misunderstood but you’re not! you’re just a heartless, selfish, asshole!” you shoved his chest roughly. “just fucking leave me alone! and keep my name out of your mouth,” you rolled your waterlogged eyes as you walked away.
once you were in the safety of your dorm, you let it all out. you slid slowly down the closed door and pulled your knees to your chest, releasing all the sobs you held in during your screaming match. your heart broke for the second time in less than a month. you choked over sobs as your stomach twisted in pained knots, matching the feeling of your heart thumping behind your ribcage.
your everything was gone. but somehow… you were happier than ever without him.
