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[aniki-777]

selfship!!!! what means brain worms....

[justheretop0st]

Make Another Wish

It was only a match. He had produced it out of nowhere, but it was the sweetest gesture. He held it up to her and began to sing.

“Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday to you

Happy birthday dear (Y/N)

Happy birthday to you

Make a wish.”

He hadn’t much in this world. His family was horrible to him and didn’t allow him much. They’d even send him away to a reform school. She protested every year, but no avail. He was sent away. Left to grow up in a school where no one talked to her. Not like Harry did. Her birthday was in the summer just before school. Just like his was but he always insisted to at least celebrate hers.

She smiled as he sang her the song, and at the request of a wish, she pretended to think. She wished for it every year, and still he was sent away. But she would never stop until she knew he was happy.

She blew out the match before it burned to close to his fingers and she gave him a hug. “You didn’t have to do this. Really.”

“Of course I do. I miss you during the school year. I gotta do as much as I can with you.”

She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder, as they were sitting side by side on the merry-go-round. “Oh Harry. Every year I wish that you’d find a place of your own. A place where you’re happy and free. You’re to good for this place, for that family. I wish we could take you in. But..”

“Hey..” Harry wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer. “I understand completely. You don’t have to feel bad. As for your wish, well..” He then pulled away, looking down to the side and scratching his head.

“Huh? What is it?” She looked at him with concerned eyes.

He didn’t speak for a good while, and she let him mull it over. Whatever it was, it was serious. He only furrowed his brow when something weighed heavily on his mind. Was he leaving the school now that he was able to? Where would he go? What would he do? Still she stayed quiet and let him think about it.

“I..” He had no idea where to begin. How could he tell her? “I am happy. It’s just..” Could he risk it all and make her a target? “It’s just..” No. he wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Not with the war about to break out. She could live her life completely unaware of the danger that faced her. “It’s just I decided to leave. Before my birthday, I’m leaving.”

“What?” Her hand shot to grip his arm. It was such short notice. “I’m glad you’re leaving that horrible family… but why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t want to worry you. I know how your mind works.” At that, he flicked your forehead. Making you chuckle lightly. “Besides, I’ll be safe and you’ll be safe too.”

“Me? What do I need to be safe from?” At this he went silent.

“Well, nothing I suppose. Here.” Out of nowhere he pulled another match and struck it. She smiled feeling bashful of all the attention he gave her. “Make another wish.”

[merlintheenchanted]

finally got around to playing Hogwarts Mystery and lemme tell you, i love my boys. and by boys i mean baby me (merlin birdhat) and his best friend rowan

already hate this drawing, oopsie

[callmepurebloodslytherin]

Complicated Favor (Harry Potter x Reader)

            “Do I have too?” (Y/N) asked, as she scrubbed another dish.

           (Y/N) was in the kitchen washing the dishes, when her mother approached her about going out with her friend’s son. Her mother and Petunia Dursley were friends and they thought it would be a good idea if their children were to have a date. (Y/N) wasn’t exactly thrilled about it. She met Dudley once, a year ago, and he wasn’t her type. She loved her mother and would do what she asked, but not without trying to get out of it first.

           “I don’t even know him,” she said, rinsing off the dish.

           “Well,” her mother thought for a moment. “Petunia said he attends Smeltings Academy and that’s a very prestigious school.”

           “I suppose it is,” (Y/N) replied, using a towel to dry the dish.

           “Oh! I do remember her saying he was a boxing champion. That’s pretty impressive huh?” her mother said with enthusiasm.

           “I guess,” she said, placing the last dish in the cabinet.

           “So you’ll do it?” her mother asked hopeful.

           “Yeah I’ll do it,” she said with a small smile as her mother embraced her.

           “Thanks sweetie,” her mother said, giving her a peck on her head.

           Petunia hung up the phone and rushed over to Dudley, who was sitting on the dining table with his father, Vernon, and his cousin Harry.

           “Good news Popkins!” she happily said, placing her hand on him as he shoveled food into his mouth. “(Y/N) wants to go on a date with you!”

           He continued to eat not paying attention to his mother. His dad, Veron, on the other hand was pleased to hear this.

           “She’s a lucky girl to be with our Dudley,” Vernon bragged.

           Harry rolled his eyes at his uncle’s words, wondering what kind of girl would agree to go on a date with Dudley, certainly not one with good judgement.

           Dudley continued to eat without any response to his parents. Petunia tried once more to get his attention.

           “Popkins did you hear what I said?” she asked, moving the dessert dish closer to him knowing that it would get his attention.

           When he looked at the dish, she repeated her news. “(Y/N) wants to go on a date with you.”

           This time he heard his mother and he swallowed the chunk of food in his mouth so fast that he almost choked. His mother hysterically slapped his back several times.

           “My poor Duddy. Are you okay?” she asked, hugging him and giving him multiple kisses.

           “Give the boy some air,” his father suggested.

           Petunia fanned her hand in his face. Harry couldn’t believe Dudley’s reaction, but he figured that Dudley was in just as much shock as he was hearing that a girl wanted a date with him.

           “Did you say (Y/N)?” he asked, taking a deep breath and sinking into his chair.

           “Yes!” Petunia replied, with a big smile.

           He thought for a moment before speaking, as Petunia anxiously waited for a response. He regained his composure and straighten up in his chair.

           “I knew she couldn’t resist me,” he said, pulling the dessert plate towards him.

           “Of course she couldn’t,” his mother happily agreed.

           “When will this occasion take place?” Vernon asked Petunia.

           “She wants to come over tomorrow for lunch,” she replied, gathering the used plates.

           “Hear that Dudley. She’s eager to see you,” his father said proudly.

           “I want four desserts for lunch!” Dudley demanded from his mother.

           “Yes Duddy! Anything you want,” she replied, placing the dishes into the sink.

           “And you!” Vernon spewed, pointing to Harry. “Stay out of sight!”

           “Yes Uncle,” he replied, annoyed with his uncle’s demand. He already knew to stay out of sight when visitors came. He didn’t need to be reminded every time. It’s not like he wanted to be around the people they invited. Most of them were unpleasant just like the Dursley’s, from what he could hear in his room. He’d be in his room even if they didn’t order him too.

           After dinner Harry was forced to clean the house, alongside his aunt with him doing most of the work. They wanted it to be spotless when (Y/N) came over.

           (Y/N) lived a few blocks away from the Dursley’s, so she decided to walk to their house for the lunch date. She tried her best to stay positive, but it was hard not to think that it was going to be a miserable experience.

           She approached 4 Privet Drive and paused on the sidewalk before moving towards the door. She gave herself a quick once-over and smoothed down her hair. After a few light knocks on the door, she heard voices and footsteps.

           “Hello Mrs. Dursley,” she politely said as Petunia held the door open.

           “Good afternoon (Y/N). Come in dear,” she replied with a huge smile.

           (Y/N) followed Petunia into the sitting area where they were met by Vernon and Dudley.

           “Hello Mr. Dursley,” she politely said as she shook his hand.

           “Good afternoon,” he replied with a grin.

           When she looked at Dudley, his stance was stiff and his eyes were practically popping out of his head. She had grown more beautiful since the last time he had seen her.

           “Hello Dudley,” she held her hand out for him to shake.

           Petunia gently pressed Dudley on his back to snap him out of his trance.

           “He..Hello ni..nice to see you again,” his voice cracking on the last word.

           She wanted to giggle at him but politely smiled and shook his sweaty hand.

           “Well let’s move to the table. Everything is set,” Petunia happily guided them to the dining area.

           Vernon gestured for Dudley to pull out (Y/N)’s chair. He quickly got behind her and pulled it out before she sat down.

           “Thank you,” she said, a little surprised by his manners.

           Throughout the lunch it was mostly Petunia who talked to her. Vernon occasionally voiced his opinion, but Dudley had only spoken a few words. She could see that he was nervous and, here she thought, she was going to be the uncomfortable one. So for her mother, she made an effort to engage him in conversation.

           “There are so many delicious desserts,” she stated, glancing at the four that were placed in front of her and Dudley. “Which one do you recommend that I try Dudley?”

           He glanced at them for a moment then chose. “I think mum’s pudding.”

           “Good chose my boy!” Vernon piped.

           “It looks wonderful Mrs. Dursley,” she complimented. “Could you serve me some Dudley?”

           He happily took her dish and plopped a large portion onto it. She smiled at Dudley as he placed it in front of her.

           “Thank you,” she remarked, lightly touching his arm.

           This relaxed him finally and gave him a shot of courage. Because he picked up a big blob of pudding with her spoon and pushed it towards her mouth. She had to open her mouth quickly to keep him from hitting her teeth. But she took it in stride and gulped it all down without choking.

           “It’s delicious,” she said, wiping off the pudding that had hit her lips.

           “So glad you like it!” Petunia beamed.

           Vernon and Petunia finished their desserts and left the two of them alone. Dudley continuously talked as he ate a portion from each dessert. (Y/N) listened and pretended to be interested in what he was saying. She had finished her dessert long ago and was just waiting for him to finish so she could put an end to their “date.” He finally pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth.

           “Well this has been nice,” she said, pushing her chair away from the table.

           “Wait!” he said not wanting her to leave yet. “I’ve got new computer games we could play.”

           “Yes! That’s an excellent idea!” Petunia chimed in.

           “I would but my mother is expecting me home soon,” she lied.

           “I’ll call her and explain. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind,” Petunia suggested.

           “Alright,” (Y/N) said seeing no way out of it.

           “Good come on!” Dudley excitedly said, grabbing her hand and leading her up the stairs to his room.

           She was practically tripping over herself trying to keep up with him. Once they reached the top, he slowed down. As they walked down the small hallway, she heard a loud noise come from one of the rooms.

           “Did you hear that?” she asked, coming to a stop.

           “No,” he answered.

           “It came from behind this door,” she said, releasing his hand and stepping close to the door.

           “It’s nothing,” he replied, seeing her approach Harry’s bedroom door.

           She ignored him and could see that the door was cracked open. She knocked on the door, then waited for a response. Harry remained still, trying not to make any noise. But unfortunately for him, this was the moment Hedwig chose to stretch her wings and flap causing a vibration against the cage. Having heard the noise again and no response from her knock, she opened the door. She never imagined she’d see a boy standing next to a caged owl.

           “Sorry for disturbing you,” she said, entering the room. “But I heard a noise and no one answered when I knocked.”

           Harry couldn’t believe the sight that was before him. He never thought  someone that agreed to go on a date with Dudley would be so attractive. For a brief moment, he was envious of Dudley.

           “Not a problem,” he replied, with a smile.

           “Is that an owl?” she asked, walking up to the cage.

           “Yes,” he replied, looking over to Dudley who was standing at his doorway with a glare. He knew there was going to be trouble with the Dursley’s once she left the house. He had broken the rules about staying quiet, but right now he didn’t care. “Her name is Hedwig.”

           “That’s a nice name. What’s yours?” she asked as she stared into his eyes noticing their beautiful hue.

           “That’s not important. Let’s go to my room,” Dudley interrupted.

           “Dudley don’t be rude. Let him answer,” she said.

           “It’s Harry. Harry Potter,” he replied.

           “Are you two related?” she asked, wondering why none of the Dursley’s had mentioned him.

           He looked to Dudley and answered. “Yes, we’re cousins.”

           Hedwig flapped her wings again grabbing their attention.

           “Is she hungry?” she asked, moving her hand toward the cage.

           Harry immediately grabbed her wrist to stop her.

           “She likes to snap at fingers,” he said.

           “Oh sorry,” she replied, noticing that Harry was now holding her hand.

           “Wouldn’t want you to lose a finger,” he said, rubbing his thumb against her finger.

           “No I wouldn’t want that,” she giggled.

           Dudley cleared his throat to break up their discussion.

           Harry let go of her hand and smiled. She had almost forgotten that Dudley was even with them.

           “Dudley was going to show me his new computer games. Would you like to come with us?” she asked him.

           “No I’m fine here,” he answered, feeling the angry stare of Dudley on him.

           She looked around his room and noticed that there were only a few books and a trunk. There wasn’t much for him to do.

           “Come on. It’ll be fun. Right Dudley?” she asked with a smile.

           Dudley not wanting to say no to her, agreed.

           “Good. Lead the way,” she said happily.

           They entered Dudley’s room and she was overwhelmed by the massive amount of items he had in there. It was obvious that his parents gave him anything he wanted. It was quite the opposite of Harry’s room.

           Dudley and (Y/N) sat down at the desk in front of the computer, while Harry stood behind them. Dudley explained to her how to play one of the games then let her try. He sat very close to her almost covering the entire screen from Harry. Occasionally, he would look back at him angrily. He ignored Dudley’s threats and kept his concentration on (Y/N).

           “Let Harry play too,” she told Dudley, noticing that he was only allowing the two of them a turn.

           Dudley reluctantly rose from his seat and allowed Harry to sit. She watched him as he played. She could see his face light up every time he passed another level. She thought he looked so cute.

           The three of them continued to play for some time. She looked at her watch and noticed how long she had been there.

           “I think it’s time for me to head home,” she announced, rising from the chair.

           “I’ll walk you to the door,” Dudley said.

           Harry tried to follow them down the stairs but Dudley pushed him back when (Y/N) wasn’t looking. When they reached the door, she said goodbye to all the Dursley’s who kindly invited her to come back whenever she wanted. She wanted to say goodbye to Harry but he was nowhere to be found. She figured he must have not enjoyed her company as much as she did his.

           As she walked down the block, to her surprise she saw Harry standing at the end of it.

           “What are you doing out here?” she asked him.

           “I was waiting for you. Thought I’d walk you home,” he said with a grin.

           “I’d like that,” she said, smiling back at him.

           They walked slowly beside each other as the sun started to set.

           “How come you didn’t say goodbye with the rest of the family?”

           “I wanted to surprise you,” he answered, not telling her the whole truth.

           He didn’t want to explain how he wasn’t even supposed to come out of his room or make any noise. They just met and he didn’t think it was the time to be explaining his horrible situation with the Dursley’s.

           “I thought you didn’t like me and that’s why you didn’t say goodbye,” she replied.

           “No definitely not. I like you,” he replied a little more excited than he meant too.

           She giggled at his response then said “Good.”

           They reached her house and Harry walked her to the door.

           “Thank you for walking me home,” she said.

           “My pleasure,” he confessed.

           They stood in silence for a moment. Harry gazed at her beautiful features wondering once again how Dudley could manage to get her to come on a lunch date.

           “Can I ask you something?” he asked, breaking the silence.

           She knew what he was going to ask. It was obviously about her and Dudley. Anyone besides their mothers would wonder.

           “Why would I agree to a lunch date with Dudley?” she answered.

           “If you don’t want to tell me its fine,” he responded, not wanting to make her uncomfortable.

           “No I’ll tell you. Tomorrow,” she responded with a smirk.

           “Tomorrow?” he asked confused.

           “Yeah, if you want to know the answer come over tomorrow.”

           “Okay I’ll be here,” he responded with an elated smile.

           “Goodbye Harry Potter,” was the last thing she said before going inside.

           Harry left her house thinking that he never could have predicted that Dudley’s date would turn out so well for him.

           The next day (Y/N) waited for Harry. In fact, she waited all day. She didn’t understand why he hadn’t shown. She figured he had changed his mind about her.

           Harry paced back and forth in his room. As he had suspected, his Aunt and Uncle were waiting for him when he returned from walking (Y/N) home. They locked him in his room and ordered him to stay in there, until further notice. Without any way to make contact with her, it would look as if he had skipped out on her.  Unable to use his magic to escape, because the Ministry would get involved he would have to wait until his punishment was over and explain the situation.

           Dudley called (Y/N) every morning for the next few days to invite her to one place after another. She was only able to make excuses twice before having to give in. Petunia became involved and talked to her mother about the two of them spending more time together. So once again upon her mother’s request she went out with him.

           He picked her up in his parent’s car and to her surprise once again, opened the car door for her. When they arrived at the pizza parlor, he ran around the car and opened the door. It didn’t stop there either. He held the door open when they entered and pulled out her chair as well. He was really making an effort to display manners with her. He ordered a large pizza, which she thought was too much for the two of them.

           “Dudley don’t order a large. I’m not that hungry,” she said after the waitress walked away.

           “I have to. Coach says I need to bulk up before my next match,” he replied, punching the air as if there was an invisible opponent. “You can come and watch me win.”

           “You’re pretty confident,” she remarked.

           “I’ve beaten him before and I’ll do it again,” he boasted. “I’ll save you a seat right next to the ring.”

           “I don’t think---“

           “Afterwards Mum and Dad will take us out to celebrate,” he interrupted.

           “Well I’ll have to ask my mother. It is the summer and she may have already made plans for something,” she replied, hoping to find a way out of going.

           The waitress arrived with the pizza and he continued boasting about opponents he had beaten. By the end of the meal, she heard everything about his boxing career. Not once did he bother to ask her anything about herself.

           “You know it’s not very polite to talk about yourself the whole time,” she remarked, having had enough of his selfish behavior.

           He hung his head and looked down at his plate. “I didn’t realize that I had been talking about myself and not including you. I was just excited to tell you about boxing because I like it so much,” he said in an apologetic tone.

           That was not the reaction she had expected and now she felt bad for scolding him.

           “I understand. Don’t worry about it,” she said, patting his hand.

           He ordered dessert for them and they talked about her interests until they were done. He opened the car door for her and kept her talking about herself the whole ride home. He was genuinely trying to makeup for his earlier behavior and (Y/N) noticed.

           He parked in front of her house and once again ran around to open her door.

           “Thank you,” she said.

           Dudley closed the door behind her and walked her to the front door.

           “I liked eating pizza with you,” he stated. “Maybe we could do it again?”

           “We’ll see,” she answered.

           He said goodbye and drove off.

           She entered the house and sat on the other end of the couch where her mother was currently relaxing with a book.

           “How was your date?” her mother asked.

           “It was fine.”

           “Just fine?” her mother asked, closing her book.

           “Yeah.”

           “What do you think of Dudley?”

           “He’s confusing,” she replied.

           “How so?”

           “Well one minute he’s completely self-absorbed but then the next he’s so attentive,” she answered. “I don’t know what to think.”

           “Sounds like he’s trying,” her mother encouraged.

           “I guess he is,” she remarked.

           “A boy came by today looking for you.”

           “Who?”

           “I believe he said his name was Harry. He said he’d come back later,” her mother answered.

           “Is that all he said?” she inquired.

           “Yes,” she replied.

           (Y/N) felt strangely happy hearing that he had come to see her, but also wondered why it took him so long to do so. She went to her room and changed her outfit and fixed her hair.

           It was getting late and she had just about given up on him when the doorbell rang.

           “I’ll get it!” she yelled to her mother.

           She fixed her outfit and smoothed down her hair before opening the door. She stepped out and closed the door behind her.

           “Well look who finally decided to show up,” she remarked, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed.

           “I know it was longer than I intended and I’m sorry,” he apologized.

           She could see that he meant it and he did look particularly cute at the moment, so she decided to forgive him. She grabbed his hand and lead him to the small bench on the porch. There they continued to talk. Learning more about one another.

The sun set and the stars came out. The porch light turned on snapping them out of their conversation.

           “I guess it’s getting late,” Harry announced, realizing for the first time that he was holding (Y/N)’s hand.

           “I suppose it is,” she replied.

           Harry rubbed his thumb gently against her hand making her smile. He leaned in slowly and placed a soft kiss upon her lips. To his delight, she returned the gesture.

           Their lips parted and Harry stood, pulling (Y/N) along with him.

           “Would you like to meet at the park tomorrow?” Harry asked.

           “Yes,” she replied, her cheeks still flushed from their kiss.

           “Around lunch time?” he asked.

           “I’ll be there.”

           Harry waved goodbye as he walked down the street. Excited for the next day.

           The next day he sneakily gathered things into his bag for his date with (Y/N). He heard his Uncle’s car pull into the driveway and hurriedly zipped his bag and headed out the back door.

           At the park, he placed a small blanket on the ground underneath a shady tree and waited for (Y/N). He heard someone approaching from behind the tree, but to his dismay it was not who he was expecting.

           “What are you doing here?” Dudley asked with attitude. He looked at the picnic set up displayed. “Having lunch with your imaginary friend?” he scoffed.

           “No just go away Dudley,” he commanded.

           “Make me!” Dudley angrily replied kicking dirt onto the blanket and Harry.

           Harry jumped up ready to pull out his wand but spotted (Y/N) at a distance.

           Dudley grabbed Harry by the shirt and balled his fist. Harry braced for the impact. Just as Dudley’s fist came into contact with his jaw, he heard (Y/N) cry out for Dudley to stop.

           “What are you doing?!” she yelled at Dudley as she pushed him away from Harry.

           Shocked that she had seen what he had just done, he stuttered to find words to explain his actions.

           “Are you okay?” she asked Harry examining his face.

           “Yeah I’m okay,” he replied moving his jaw slowly in a circular motion.

           “Were you coming to meet him?!” Dudley asked heatedly.

           “Yes!” she replied.

           “But you’re my girlfriend!”

          “I’m not your girlfriend!” she replied. “And even if there was a tiny chance that we could be friends, there is none now. I couldn’t be friends with someone who goes around hitting people for no reason!”

          “Could you be friends with a..a…?” Dudley pointed at Harry wanting to tell her he was a wizard.

          Harry gave him a stern look.

          “A what?” she asked.

          Dudley stared back at Harry furious knowing he couldn’t tell his secret.

          “I think you should leave Dudley!” Harry demanded.

          “I agree,” (Y/N) replied.

          Dudley growled before stomping off.

          “Are you sure you’re alright?” she asked Harry again. A bruise began to show on his jaw.

          “Let’s go back to my house and put some ice on it,” she suggested. Harry nodded.

          They gathered up the picnic supplies. Once there Harry set up the picnic in the yard as she went inside to grab the ice. While inside, she explained to her mother what happened and that she didn’t want to spend anymore time with Dudley. Her mother understood. (Y/N) was concerned that this would cause a rift in her mother’s friendship with Mrs. Dursley but he mother assured her that she could smooth things over with Petunia. She gave her mother a hug and returned to Harry.

          They finished their meal and laid side by side holding hands.

          “(Y/N) would you be my girlfriend?” Harry asked nervously.

          She snapped her head to face him and happily replied, “Yes.”

          Harry eventually told her that he was a wizard and she wasn’t surprised. Turns out that wizards run in her family too.

[waytooinlovewithharrypotter]

Draco Dating a Muggle Reader Would Include...

Requested by Anon~

Draco meets you in Muggle London one day.

You accidentally bump into him, which ticks him off.

Then, he sees your face and your kind demeanor.

Before you know it, Draco asks you on a date one day.

He takes you to your favorite coffee shop.

After your fifth date, you both decide to be a couple.

He tells you that he’s a wizard then.

You don’t believe him until he takes you to Diagon Alley.

He buys you a black cat, which you fondly name Fluffy.

Him nervously taking you to Malfoy Manor.

Lucius immediately disapproving of you because of your muggle status.

Narcissa, on the other hand, absolutely loves you because you make Draco happy.

Lucius eventually warming up to you.

Draco treating you like a princess.

Draco showing you simple magic, which you think is so cool.

You showing Draco muggle objects.

“What’s this black brick?”

“Draco, that’s a VCR. It plays videos.”

“What’s a video?”

Draco taking you to Three Broomsticks to get butterbeer.

You taking him to a 3D movie.

“Y/N, it’s like I’m really there!”

“That’s the point, Dray.”

Gentle, loving kisses when no one is looking.

Draco feeling ashamed for judging people like you.

Him having a better outlook on Muggles.

Draco loving you no matter what.

Feedback is appreciated :)

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[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

One Way Or Another

Request: Hi there, I was wondering if I could get a Professor Snape x reader please? Where the reader is a fellow professor who just started at Hogwarts & they're married but no one knows about it, not even Dumbledore. And as time goes on, staff gets suspicious as wherever reader is, Snape isn't far behind. Students gets suspicious as with reader around, Snape seems much more pleasant to be around & doesn't snap as much. Until one day, something happened revealing their relationship. Your choice. TQ x

Warnings: age gap(?), you’re 21 and Snape is 38 (book/movie canon age)

Note: colin creevey is alive in this!!! that b didn’t deserve to die so im bringing him back. also, sorry I’ve been MIA lately, I literally feel as if I’m losing sense of time during quarantine, lol. I hope you guys enjoy this! WEAR YOUR MASKS! 

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It wasn’t very often that the students of Hogwarts saw Severus Snape smile; the times they did, it was probably when Slytherin won House Points or Gryfindor got in trouble for something. Either way, the chances of seeing him smile were incredibly rare.

Until you started teaching there.

Professor Flitwick had lived his prime, teaching Charms for a multitude of years and deciding to give his position to a student who graduated about 3 years ago. He remembered you, knowing you were top of his class and actually wanted to pursue a career in Charms later in life. So when he felt like his time was overspent at Hogwarts, an owl was sent your way immediately.

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Severus was surprised at first when the letter for you arrived at his doorstep - you usually never get mail. However, when he saw who it was from, he was even more confused. Professor Flitwick?

Well yes, he knew you were top of Flitwick’s class - and his, too, if he wants to brag - but did you still keep in touch with him?

Somehow summoning you, you came in through the front door, carrying a couple bags worth from a few stores within Hogsmeade. You knew Diagon Alley would be crowded with new - and current students - looking for school supplies, so you decided to go to the small town instead.

Seeing your husband standing at the kitchen table looking at something quite confusingly, you set your bags down and headed over to him; “everything alright, my love?”

Taking a glance at what he was holding in his hands, you hummed, “ah, Professor Flitwick. He and I have been talking about me taking his place this year at Hogwarts.”

Severus glanced over at you as you took the envelope from his hands, “really? Darling, how come this is the first time I’m hearing this?”

You shrugged, “well I haven’t said yes yet, so I didn’t want you to get hopeful. . .or upset that I was even considering it.” Digging your nail into the crevis of the envelope, you slid it across, opening the letter.

Your husband tilted his head, “why would I be upset? I’d love to see you at work every day.”

Giggling, you set the letter down and wrapped your arms around your husband’s waist, “and have you give up your big, bad persona? People would know you’re a giant teddy bear, Severus!”

He frowned, but a playful grin played on his lips, “looks like nobody can know that we’re married then.” His hands played at your hair as you laughed.

“Does this mean I’ll have to temporarily go back to L/N?” you asked, sticking your bottom lip out.

Severus pulled you off his waist, “even Dumbledore doesn’t know that we are married, love. Looks like you’re Miss/Mister L/N on the streets, and -”

“Severus Snape, you finish that sentence and I will embarrass you in front of the whole school.”

You got back to Flitwick right away - and of course, the answer was yes.

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The first few months were a bit rocky, of course, as you couldn’t go and kiss your husband like it was any regular thing. Students knew Severus Snape as a brooding, angry, mean old man and it was a bit sad to see (and hear) the way they would talk and react to your husband.

You talked to him about it once before, suggesting that he just show them who he really is, that he isn’t what they say. But he always shook his head and said it never bothered him in the first place - so why change?

When you first started to get recognized by students, it was odd. You thought you’d be forgotten, or you were such an insignificant person in their lives that it truly wouldn’t matter if you were their new teacher or not. However, that wasn’t the case.

Students, especially 5th years, now 8th years, certainly remembered you for your Charms skill and increasing wins in duels around campus. It made you laugh - you forgot how careless you were. You’d have to ask Severus if that’s what attracted him to you in the first place.

Then, when students would start making comments about how much time you spent with Professor Snape did you realize how quickly your face flushes.

“He just needs a friend, is all,” you’d respond, making students raise an eyebrow.

Colin Creevey, an absolutely adorable little blonde-haired boy, always nodded along with you if your husband was ever brought up in conversation, “nobody deserves to sit alone at meals or have no friends.”

When that happened many times, you remember pulling Colin aside and having a conversation with him and saying how right he was - nobody deserved to have nobody.

Maybe it was a mistake telling poor wee Colin - the kid was known for taking pictures and writing articles about everybody and everything. However, he didn’t know any better. For sure, he thought everyone knew you and Severus were married - why would it be kept a secret?

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You and Severus were in the library when you first began to hear the ruckus, the rumors, the whispers. Madam Pince had warned students several times about their volume, but the gossip they were hearing and spreading was just too good.

Once the whispers started to form into real words for you to hear, you were not expecting to hear the rumor - well, truth - that you and Professor Snape were married. 

Severus’ head picked up at the words while you looked anywhere but him, “oh, we’re married now, huh?”

You turned to your husband, “finding trustworthy kids nowadays is difficult.”

He snickered, “who’d you tell this awful little secret to, little dove?”

You played with a pencil in your hands, “Colin Creevey.”

Severus laughed, making a few students look over and do a double-take - why it was Professor Snape and Professor L/N - the two they were talking about. And Professor L/N just made Snape laugh? Was it true?

You smacked Severus’ arm, “would you shut it? I thought he was adorable - he always stuck up for you whenever others were trash-talking you.”

Your husband pulled you close to him, head resting on his clavicle, “I’m sorry, my love, but Creevey of all people? The little worm carries a camera with him everywhere.”

“And I have one right now, if you don’t mind!”

Severus and you jumped, not seeing Colin come up beside you both. Sitting up straight, you looked at Colin, “Colin, sweetheart, why would you go around telling everyone that Professor Snape and I are married?”

Colin looked confused, “well, I thought by the way you talked about him all the time, you’d want people to know. I think secrets only deserve to be kept quiet if they’re truly horrible things, but this shouldn’t be a secret.”

You looked at your husband who was already looking at you with adoration in his eyes, “do you care?”

Severus wrapped his arm around you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “all these buffoons already know, anyway. What does it matter?”

Colin brought his camera up to his face, “Professor Snape! Can you do that again, sir? This is the perfect picture.”

You giggled, feeling your husband’s hand sneak around your side and pull you even closer, his lips returning back to your cheek in a matter of seconds. Looking at the camera, a bright smile was on your face as the light flashed, hearing many “aww’s” resonate throughout the library.

Finally, you could go by Mrs/Mr. Snape - and not be afraid to tell anyone about it. I guess one way or another, people were going to find out - you’re just glad it happened like this.

[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

Stumbling Over Your Own Two Feet

request: hey angel! since your writing for cedric diggory too, i was wondering if you could make a headcanon/drabble about cedric dating the reader who has muggle parents? and maybe some stuff about him visiting the readers home and seeing all the muggle stuff? also maybe a part where she shows him her phone LMFAO bc idk if the wizards have phones or not x just tons of fluff and cedric being confused by memes, tik tok or vine references xxx

warnings: none

note: gender neutral!reader,,,, i havent written for cedric in a long time so i hope yall enjoy this but omg this is so fricken bad i am so so sorry i-

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You were smitten the first time you saw Cedric Diggory. He was not only unbelievably handsome but kind, funny, and just an overall wonderful human being. At first, the two of you rarely talked, only having a few classes together. But as years passed, you both became partners in most of your classes and began to realize how much you had in common.

Until you started to realize that not every wizard has been introduced to a muggle. Well, at least you thought you were muggle - you apparently had some sort of magic blood within you, letting you attend Hogwarts.

You were beyond shocked when you received a letter from Hogwarts stating that you were a wizard - weren’t those made up, like that one series of books into movies? What was it called, Harley Porter?

Anyways!

It was extremely difficult being a muggleborn in a school mostly filled with students who had at least one parent that knew of magic. However, one person that stayed consistent through those years with you was Cedric. He was quiet in his first few years, but slowly came out of his shell and showed you how to be a wizard to your full potential. He also proved to be an amazing friend, sticking up for you whenever other wizards would question your ability to even be a wizard with your muggle status. He seemed to know how to handle every situation thrown at him, and that was something you envied about him - but loved him nonetheless. 

So to see Cedric very confused over such minuscule items in your house was a wee bit surprising. You thought wizards would know everything about muggles, considering they were like little pet rats and most wizards loved analyzing them. Apparently, that wasn’t the case.

Cedric had decided to come over to your house during Christmas break, saying he missed your mom’s homemade meals and your dad's jokes that made him laugh till he cried - but you knew he just wanted to spend time with you. He had met your parents once before, but that was outside of the muggle environment. So now, coming into your home for the first time, he didn’t know what certain things were and was taken aback by some items.

Entering your house, your tiny laundry room was the first room that the house enclosed, attached to the kitchen. Cedric pointed at your washer and dryer, stacked atop of each other, “what are those things, darling?”

You raised an eyebrow, “a washer and dryer. We use them to wash and dry our clothes.”

Cedric furrowed his eyebrows, “why not use the scouring charm?”

With a laugh, you took Cedric by the arm and led him through the kitchen, “it feels better to sort our clothes and have them go through the process of being cleaned. Although, I sometimes use the charm when I’m feeling lazy.”

Your boyfriend chuckled and nodded along, but stopped once he saw the toaster in your kitchen, “okay, darling, I understand the washer and dryer, but what in Merlin’s beard is that?”

Looking at where Cedric was pointing at, you squeezed his hand, “a toaster, love. We put bread within those little slots and by pushing the level down, the heaters inside toast the bread.”

He looked dumbfounded, “you muggles astound me. You don’t just make lightning bread?”

Now you looked confused, “lightning. . .bread?”

Cedric looked you in the eyes before snorting, “how about that tour?”

Rolling your eyes but silently adoring his little snort, you pulled your boyfriend through the dining room to the upstairs and into your room, before closing the door, setting one of his bags on the floor. Plopping on your bed, you pulled out your phone, deciding to go onto Snapchat and send pictures to a few of your friends.

Your boyfriend walked around your room, glancing at the little trinkets you had. One thing that caught his eye, though, was a picture with you and some of your friends from your hometown. Picking up the photo, he noticed you were mid laugh, along with your friends, but the picture wasn’t moving.

“Sweetheart,” Cedric started, watching as your face lit up from the flash on Snapchat, looking over at him, “how come this photo isn’t moving?”

You smiled, “those are my friends, my muggle friends. Obviously, they can’t be exposedto magic so I can’t take any moving pictures with them.”

You seemed a little hurt at the end, but understood that it’d be dangerous to even expose your muggle friends to a moving picture.

Giving you a tight smile, Cedric jogged over to your bed and laid next to you, resting his head on your chest as you played with the filters on Snapchat, laughing at Cedric’s facial expressions he made.

“That’s your phone, right?” your boyfriend asked, still looking surprised as to how so much light and information could fit onto one screen.

You kissed his head, “yes, love, and actually. . .I just downloaded this new app called ‘TikTok’ and I’ve been scrolling through it - the people on here are absolutely hilarious. I even learned a new dance!”

You pushed yourself up, looking around for your phone charger that seemingly disappeared.

Cedric leaned back, propping himself up on an elbow, “a new dance, you say? Show me those moves, beautiful.”

You blushed, “I didn’t say I was good, Ced.”

Pausing your search, you wrapped yourself up in one of Cedric’s Quidditch sweaters that you definitely took with his permission, tossing your shirt into your hamper, leaving you in shorts and his sweater. Then, you leaned over the edge of your bed once more, trying to see if your charger was caught between the wall.

Cedric smirked, leaning over to grab your ankle, jokingly trying to pull you towards him as you leaned over the bed, trying to reach the charger, “c’mon darling, show me some of those moves you learned on. . .TikTok.” He chuckled to himself, wondering how muggles came up with those names.

You yelped when his hand met your ankle, blushing profusely as his fingers played with your calf, “Cedric Diggory!” With a sigh, you tossed a glance to him as you hopped off the bed, “promise you won’t laugh?”

He looked you over as he supported his head against the many pillows and stuffed animals you had on your bed, ruffling his hair, “no promises. . .go ahead, sweetheart.”

From that night on, Cedric learned the multitude of TikTok dances that took over the world, ranging from the Renegade (he grew frustrated at how quickly Charli picked it up but he couldn’t) to the Chika dance.

All the two of you did was laugh, stumbling over your own two feet as you struggled to learn the dances. However, at the end of the night, Cedric kissed you, telling you that while being TikTok famous would be cool, just being with you was a hundred times better.

[thatoddhufflepuff]

Kate Ellsworth