— When Harry fears asking you to Hogsmeade more than facing Voldemort, his secret notes reveal the one battle he's terrified to lose.
The first note appeared on Valentine's Day morning, tucked between the pages of your Potions textbook.
Your laugh in the library yesterday made even Snape's dungeon seem brighter.
No signature. No identifying marks. Just neat handwriting on a torn piece of parchment that made your cheeks warm despite the cold stone walls of Hogwarts.
You'd glanced around the common room that morning, studying faces for any hint of recognition, but found nothing. Fred and George were too busy charming roses to sing off-key love songs. Ron looked vaguely nauseated by the whole affair. And Harry—Harry was pointedly ignoring the gaggle of girls who'd congregated near his usual chair, his attention fixed firmly on what appeared to be a Quidditch magazine.
The second note came three days later, slipped into your bag during Charms.
The way you stood up to Malfoy yesterday—that was brilliant. I wish I had half your courage when it comes to the things that actually matter.
You'd frowned at that one. You'd barely done anything, just told Malfoy to shut it when he'd been needling some first-years. Nothing compared to, well, fighting Voldemort. Speaking of which, you'd noticed Harry watching the confrontation from across the corridor, though he'd looked away quickly when you'd caught his eye.
A week passed. Then:
I'm not good at this. I've faced down dark wizards and dementors, but the thought of talking to you makes me forget how to form coherent sentences.
Your heart had stuttered at that one. The handwriting was becoming familiar now, and you'd started to notice things. The way Harry's fingers were sometimes stained with ink during meals. How he'd duck his head when you entered a room, suddenly fascinated by his shoelaces. The fact that he always seemed to be nearby lately—not obtrusively, but present. In the library when you studied. At Quidditch practice when you watched from the stands. In the corridors between classes.
You'd started testing a theory. In the Great Hall, you'd laughed at something Hermione said, and you'd felt eyes on you. When you'd glanced toward the Gryffindor table, Harry had been staring, a soft expression on his face before Ron elbowed him and he'd nearly knocked over his pumpkin juice.
The fourth note was different.
I know I should just tell you in person. Hermione says I'm being ridiculous, that I've literally died and come back but I can't manage to ask you to Hogsmeade. But the truth is, some things are more terrifying than death. Like the possibility that you might not feel the same way. Like ruining whatever friendship we have. Like being just another person who wants something from you when you deserve someone who sees YOU—not just another student, not just another girl, but the person who returns library books for first-years who are too shy to ask, who always has chocolate frogs for people having bad days, who makes the world feel less heavy just by being in it.
You'd read it three times, your hands trembling slightly.
The next morning, you'd waited until the common room had mostly cleared after breakfast. Harry was lingering by the window, pretending to watch the grounds, but his shoulders were tense.
"Harry?"
He'd turned too quickly, nearly tripping over his own feet. "Yeah?"
You'd pulled the notes from your pocket, watching his face drain of color, then flush spectacularly red.
"I—that's not—I mean—" He'd run a hand through his perpetually messy hair, making it worse. "Okay, yes, that's me. I'm sorry if it's weird, I just thought—"
"Harry." You'd stepped closer, and he'd frozen like a bowtruckle caught in wandlight. "Why didn't you just talk to me?"
He'd let out a breathless laugh. "Have you met me? I'm not exactly smooth. I can fight dark magic, but asking you to Hogsmeade? Terrifying." His green eyes had met yours, vulnerable and honest in that way that was so purely Harry—no pretense, no hero complex, just a boy who'd seen too much but somehow still hoped. "You make me want normal things. Butterbeer dates. Study sessions. Holding hands in the corridors. And that's... that's more frightening than anything else because I want it so badly."
You'd smiled, reaching for his ink-stained hand. "Then take me to Hogsmeade this weekend."
"Really?" The hope in his voice had been almost painful.
"Really. Though fair warning—I expect more notes. Your handwriting is lovely."
His laugh had been pure relief, and when he'd squeezed your hand, you'd felt the slight tremor in his fingers—the boy who'd faced Voldemort, still nervous about holding your hand.
Some kinds of courage, you'd realized, had nothing to do with dark wizards and everything to do with opening your heart.
Fred W. x Reader
— He has never respected library rules, especially when you're trying to study.
The library was supposed to be neutral territory—a place where you could study without distraction. You should've known better than to think Fred Weasley understood the concept.
"If you knock over my inkwell one more time—" you warned, not looking up from your Charms essay.
"You'll what?" His fingers drummed against the table beside your parchment, deliberately close to your quill. "Report me to Madam Pince? Tell her I'm being devastatingly distracting?"
"Fred." You tried for stern, but his hand had already found its way to your shoulder, thumb tracing absent circles through your robes.
"Mm?" He leaned closer, ostensibly to read over your shoulder, but really just to press his lips against your temple. "Just checking your work. Very thorough. Lovely penmanship."
"You can't even see what I've written."
"Don't need to." His other hand settled on your knee under the table, warm and impossibly distracting. "Already know you're brilliant."
You caught his wrist before it could wander higher. "Some of us have N.E.W.T.s to pass."
"Some of us," he countered, tugging you closer despite the awkward angle of the chairs, "reckon there are better uses of our time." His nose brushed your cheek, voice dropping to that particular tone that made studying impossible. "My common room's empty. We could—"
"Fred Weasley, if you think I'm abandoning this essay—"
But you were already gathering your things, his triumphant laughter warm against your neck as his hands helped you pack, touched your waist, tangled briefly with your fingers.
Day 4: Harry Potter x Reader
– You and Harry share late-night hot chocolate.
The kitchen at Grimmauld Place was finally warm.
It had taken weeks of work—scrubbing decades of grime, banishing doxies, convincing the portraits to shut up—but now it was almost cozy. Almost home. The kettle whistled on the stove, and you reached for it just as Harry appeared in the doorway.
"Making hot chocolate?" he asked, padding across the floor in his socks. His hair was even messier than usual, sticking up at the back like he'd been lying down.
"Want some?" You pulled down a second mug without waiting for his answer. Harry had a talent for appearing whenever you were making something warm to drink, like he had a sixth sense for it.
"Please." He hopped up to sit on the counter beside you, legs dangling. "It's freezing upstairs. I swear this house keeps all its warmth in the kitchen just to be spiteful."
"That would be very on-brand for Grimmauld Place," you agreed, breaking chocolate into the mugs. "Did you finish going through those boxes in the attic?"
Harry groaned, letting his head fall back against the cupboard. "There are so many old papers up there. Letters, documents, what I'm pretty sure are cursed legal contracts from the 1800s. I have no idea what half of it means."
"Want help tomorrow?"
His head came back up, and he looked at you with that expression of surprised gratitude that appeared whenever someone offered to share his burdens. Even after everything, Harry still hadn't quite gotten used to people choosing to stay.
"You don't have to do that. I know it's boring—"
"It's history," you interrupted, pouring hot water over the chocolate. "And besides, someone needs to make sure you don't accidentally trigger a blood curse or unleash a boggart."
"That was one time."
"It was last week, Harry."
His sheepish grin was absolutely unrepentant as he accepted his mug, warming his hands around it. Steam rose between you, carrying the rich scent of chocolate.
"Marshmallows?" Harry asked hopefully.
You grabbed the bag from the cupboard, shaking several into each mug. Harry immediately began trying to stack his into a tower, tongue poking out slightly in concentration. It was absurdly endearing.
"You realize they're going to melt," you pointed out.
"Not if I drink fast enough."
"That's not how physics works."
"It's how magic works." He took a large sip, marshmallow tower immediately collapsing. His resulting expression of betrayal made you laugh so hard you nearly spilled your own drink.
"Told you."
"Traitor," he accused, but he was grinning. "You could have used a Sticking Charm or something."
"And rob you of this valuable learning experience? Never."
Harry bumped his shoulder against yours companionably. Outside, snow had begun to fall again, visible through the kitchen window. The street beyond was quiet, peaceful in a way it rarely was during the day.
"This is nice," Harry said after a moment, his voice softer. "Just... this. Being here with you."
Your chest warmed in a way that had nothing to do with the hot chocolate. "Yeah. It is."
He glanced at you sideways, something uncertain flickering across his face. "I'm glad you're here. Not just tonight, I mean. In general. You make this place feel less—" He gestured vaguely with his mug. "Less like a mausoleum and more like somewhere I actually want to be."
"Harry Potter, was that almost a compliment?"
"It was a full compliment, actually. I'm quite proud of it."
You smiled into your mug, hiding the way your face had flushed. "Well then. You're welcome. Though Kreacher's cooking might have more to do with it than my sparkling personality."
"Definitely your personality," Harry said firmly. Then, quieter: "You make everything better. You always have."
The kitchen felt suddenly smaller, warmer. Harry was looking at you with an openness that made your heart stutter, his green eyes reflecting the soft light.
"Harry—"
"I'm just saying." He took another sip of chocolate, a small smile playing at his lips. "In case you didn't know. That you're important. To me."
"You're important to me too," you managed, hoping he couldn't hear how your voice had gone slightly unsteady.
His smile widened, genuine and bright. "Good. That's good."
You finished your drinks in comfortable silence, shoulders pressed together, snow falling softly outside. When your mug was empty, Harry took it from your hands and set both mugs in the sink with a careless use of magic.
"Want to help me make Kreacher furious by trying to teach him about Christmas biscuits tomorrow?" he asked.
"He already knows about Christmas biscuits."
"But does he know about the Muggle tradition of making them badly and eating all the dough?"
You laughed. "That's not a tradition."
"It is in this house." Harry hopped down from the counter, offering you his hand. "Come on. We should get some sleep before tackling the attic tomorrow."
You took his hand, letting him pull you down. He didn't let go immediately, his thumb brushing absently across your knuckles.
"Thanks," he said. "For the hot chocolate. And the company."
"Anytime, Harry."
His smile suggested he intended to take you up on that.
Prompt(s): "I just... want to be close to you." + "I love you."
Word Count: around 1,000
Warning(s): I suppose it's implied the reader is Gryffindor, but not specifically stated
Rating: T
Author's Note(s): our boy Draco is sad and stressed
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The great hall was buzzing with noise and activity. After a long day of classes and studying for exams, the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were thriving over a break in their day.
"Listen, Autumn is the superior season and I can list a million reasons why." Dean stated, looking right at Seamus.
Seamus rolled his eyes as he shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his mouth. "Absolute nutter."
Dean's eyes widened with purpose and started counting reasons on his fingers. "The weather." One finger. "Sweaters." Two fingers. "Halloween." Three fingers. "Pumpkins." Four fingers.
"The weather?" Seamus questioned. "Sweaters?? How old are you, 70?"
Dean shrugged his shoulders. "Summer's too hot, mate." He, too, shoveled mashed potatoes into his mouth. "And yes, I love my sweaters."
(Y/N) giggled as she listened to their antics, but it wasn't long before she let her eyes wander in hopes of finding her favorite pair of blue eyes at the Slytherin table.
He wasn't there.
It wasn't exactly odd. There had been times when he didn't show up to dinner, choosing instead to sneak down into the kitchens with her late at night, but he almost always told her beforehand. She saw his group of friends. Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Theo.
Blaise was missing too.
She tuned back into the conversation briefly as Dean and Seamus argued what the best flavor of pie was - Dean said pumpkin, Seamus said apple - before her eyes found the entrance. Blaise was standing there, in partial darkness. Their eyes met and he motioned her over.
(Y/N) grabbed her bag, threw it over her shoulder, and made her way towards the Slytherin lurking in the shadows. Once she was close enough, Blaise gently placed his hand on her back and started moving down the corridor. By the look of seriousness on his face, she could tell something wasn't right. "What's wrong, Blaise? Where is he?"
"In our dorm." He steered her towards the dungeons. "Something is up with him, (Y/N)... and I'm not sure how to help."
(Y/N) knew Blaise was right. Something had been bothering Draco for some time now, ever since they started their sixth year. She'd asked him about it, and he swore it was nothing, but (Y/N) knew better. She always knew better.
Draco had been her best friend since first year, and she could always read him like a book. It only amplified over the years, but now that they decided to take their relationship to the next level, it was like she had to protect him. Unlike what everyone else at Hogwarts thought, (Y/N) knew Draco's home life was less than perfect, especially now that his father was in Azkaban. He refused to tell her what went on in Malfoy Manor - claiming it was for her own protection - so he kept it bottled up.
(Y/N) hated it.
Blaise led her to the entrance of the common room, looked around to make sure they were alone, and whispered the password before he quickly ushered her inside. Before she knew it, (Y/N) was standing in front of the dormitory door, a bronze plaque with the number six on the front.
"If he's in the same place I left him, he's just lying in bed. I couldn't get him to come to dinner." Blaise whispered. "I didn't know what else to do."
(Y/N) laid a hand on his arm, trying to comfort him as best she could. "Thank you for coming to get me."
He nodded before turning and walking towards the commons area.
Slowly and quietly, (Y/N) reached for the handle of the door and opened it, revealing the boy's dorm room. There were four beds, each adorned with ornate black curtains and green bedding. Her eyes went to the bed in the corner near the window. She could see him.
He wasn't underneath any blankets. He just laid there, his chest slowly rising up and down. He was still wearing part of his uniform, his white shirt only buttoned halfway and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His robes, sweater vest, and shoes were strewn across the floor at the foot of his bed.
Moving slowly to the side of his bed closest to the window, she delicately put her bag on the floor against the wall before shedding her own robes. (Y/N) studied his face. He was just staring at the canopy of his bed. It was like he hadn't even registered her presence.
"Draco?" She whispered.
No response.
She shifted her body onto the edge of his bed, but stopped herself from going any further. She'd never been in his bed before. She'd never been in any boy's bed before. Was Draco even okay with her being in his bed?
They'd been best friends for so long, but there were so many things they hadn't discussed. Like whether or not he was okay with her being in his bed.
(Y/N) could see tear stains on the side of his pillow and her heart broke.
"Draco..." She started, inching even closer, "please talk to me." (Y/N) propped herself up on her elbow and leaned over him, her eyes catching his.
There was finally a sense of recognition.
"(Y/N)?" He murmered.
She nodded and gave him a soft smile before stroking the side of his face, wiping right underneath his eye. "Yeah, it's me."
Draco sniffed and closed his eyes before rolling to his side and moving his face to (Y/N)'s neck.
(Y/N) kissed his forehead before wrapping her arms around his body. He was so cold. "I know you've said you don't want to talk about it, Draco... but I'm always here for you. I hope you know that."
He nodded.
"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"
Draco sniffed again before shaking his head no. "I just... want to be close to you."
"Okay." (Y/N) whispered. "I'm not going anywhere."
There was a moment of silence, but it wasn't awkward. It was pleasant. Draco's body was beginning to warm up as (Y/N) cuddled him. She maneuevered the green throw blanket that was thrown on the side of the bed so it partially covered their bodies together.
im not one to make posts ab other characters but sometimes ideas just pop into your head and this was one of them, enjoy this lil drabble
something about the way he knew exactly what he was doing, and knew it drove you crazy.
it’s no surprise to anyone that ron weasley has a habit of eating whatever he pleases, scarfing his food down as quickly as it appears on his plate; what? he’s hungry.
the first time you found your way stumbling back into ron’s dorm, his hands roaming your waist as he kissed you hungrily you didn’t expect it to go in the direction it did. of course a heated makeout session was a gateway to something more, however when he pushed you back onto his bed and kneeled down between your legs, eyes on yours for the permission to do exactly what he wanted to do..
your heart raced and cheeks flushed, realizing your new current situation; staring down at ron weasley between your legs looking like he’s ready to rip your clothes off to get to his meal the second you say the word. a simple slow nod from you was all it took for him to rip your bottoms down, underwear falling with as he hummed deeply in satisfaction seeing your soaked core.
“seems like someone’s excited” he chuckled, leaning forward and kissing teasingly slow up your thigh, purposely avoiding where you truly need him and kissing the opposite thigh, biting down gently and looking back up at you. “what do you need y/n” he smirked up at you, knowing exactly what you needed simply wanting to hear you say the words.
your heart pounded at the anticipation and excitement of your newfound situation, chest rising and falling as you stared down at him “please just touch me” you looked at him with desperate eyes. no more words were exchanged between the two of you, his head diving between your thighs and eagerly lapping at your neediness, groaning at the taste.
his movements doubled as he heard your pleasure filled moans begin to escape your lips, your hands mindlessly move to grip at his fiery auburn hair making him feel more confident in his movements. he moved his left arm to hold your legs apart, his right arm meeting your wet entrance and pushing two fingers in. sucking at your clit as he curled his long fingers to hit your g-spot, your back arched up on the bed as you gripped at his hair harder moaning his name.
your hips began to try and roll against his face but his arm quickly held you back in place, pulling his fingers out and holding you with both arms. his mouth doing all the work now as he devoured your wet pussy. his tongue licking you up and down and then tongue fucking you, sucking at your clit again.
he could tell you were already close to your release, somehow going even faster in everything; he brought his hand back to your core and stuck his fingers back in and curling them whilst pumping them in and out, licking and sucking at your clit in expert movements successfully managing to make you cum harder than you had ever before; legs shaking as you moved your hand to cover your mouth as you moaned uncontrollably at his relentless speed.
“fuck..s’too much” you moaned behind your hand your words muffled as he lapped up your cum, his pace didnt falter until your pleas became louder the pleasure becoming overstimulating, pulling out his fingers and sucking them clean “you taste fucking heavenly” he panted, looking up at you with a wet mouth and messy hair a smirk planted on his face knowing he made you feel amazing.
you blushed and laid back, catching your own breath and staring up thinking about what just happened and how good he was at giving you head. he stood up and walked to grab a small towel, gently wiping you clean before cleaning his own mouth; laying onto the bed with you and handing you your underwear.
the two of you settled in his bed, his arms wrapped around your waist and tracing lazy circles to soothe you. “you can take a nap if you’d like, must be exhausted” he said the last part with a smirk though he did want you to feel comfortable. you just hummed and closed your eyes adjusting your head onto his chest and slowly drifting into peaceful sleep.
this idea lowkey popped into my head a few days ago but i didn’t write it bc idk how it’s gonna do 😭
you didn’t know why your boyfriend had been acting so strange recently and you were determined to know why, the answer wasn’t exactly what you hoped or expected; though maybe you should’ve.
it wasn’t always hard for the two of you to talk things out, mattheo used to be so good at telling you the root of his problems; “if i know what’s wrong, i won’t take it out on you if i can just tell you”. but somethings been off, you noticed and he denied.
he’d began to be more distant, little things at first, forgetting dates, missing calls, not responding after awhile, but then you barley saw him at all. to be honest, not many did. he’d been absent in all his classes, work piled up on his desk everytime you did get the pleasure of his now rare company.
his under eyes were dark and tired, for some reason you’d expect him to seem weaker but he only seemed more on edge, especially around you, you noticed new scars scattered around his body not that he’d let you acknowledge them, quickly dismissing you anytime you brought them up; “i’ve had that”.
at this point you had no idea what was going on, your attempts at getting through to him were pathetic at best, if anything it seemed to push him more away. it had been over a week since you or anyone had seen mattheo and this was a first, usually you’d at least see him at night, or speak with him, but this time there was nothing. not even an owl.
you tossed and turned every night just hoping it’d be the day he’d finally be back, like it’d go back to normal even though the second he’s back you already know he’ll just be distant again. it was relentless trying to ease your mind of any thoughts of him or your relationship. past memories of the two of you happy together flooding your mind. remembering how touchy, how attached he was to you.
you felt your heart pang at the memories and what’s become of your relationship, never once predicting this is where you’d end up. yet you worried for mattheo, he always said if he knew what was wrong he’d tell you, so why hasn’t he. it was hard not to imagine what was going through his own head, how he’s disregarded everything including you in a blink of an eye. there had to be a reason and you had to find out.
hours past of tossing uncomfortably in your bed till deciding to see if there was a rare chance of matt being in his dorm, surely he would be at three in the morning. carefully leaving your dorm to walk towards his, knocking softly at his door awaiting a response. nothing. maybe he was asleep? “alohamora” you mumbled softly, his door unlocking swiftly as you slowly stepped in.
empty. he was gone besides the mess of a room he seemed to have left. gasping softly as you looked around at all the scattered school work that’s all half done, papers all over his desk and floor, his bed disheveled despite his past cleanliness. looking around more you found bloodied clothes, your heart racing as you saw the extent of the blood. his shirts and pants stained red.
you began to worry immediately that something was wrong with him, getting your phone and calling him. no answer, you sighed and called again, and again, and again; “yeah?” a muffled and annoyed mattheo echoed on the other line, you felt better hearing his voice yet you felt off by his tone. “are you okay matt?” you asked worried. you heard a sigh before he answered “why wouldn’t i be, it’s three am im in my dorm y/n”. your heart sank. he was lying.
“you’re in your dorm?” you managed to let out, trying not to sound suspicious or hurt despite being both. “where else would i be right now?” his words sounded more rushed, like he was trying to end the call. “im in your dorm mattheo” you huffed, could he be cheating on you? is this why he’s been so distant? the line was silent for a moment before you heard him begin to speak, then he stopped. “hello?” you were beginning to lose your patience at this point. no response.
“mattheo i know you’re fucking there, where are you? why did you lie to me,? are you cheating or something?!” you couldn’t help but raise your voice in your frustration and feeling of betrayal, and before he could reply you felt his arms around you, quickly turning around in shock at the fact that he just apparated himself into the castle after lying about already being here, stumbling back from him and crossing your arms “how the fuck are you going to say you’re in your dorm then have to apperate to me. where the fuck were you mattheo.”
you studied his face and appearance, he was in a black cloak covering his clothes, the hood back to show his seemingly guilty expression, he took a step towards you and you noticed the blood across his face and you narrowed your eyes moving back“why is there blood on you” he gulped and averted his gaze, quickly wiping his cheek on the cloak sleeve. “y/n..i want to explain but.. i can’t” he looked down at you with almost pleading eyes, pushing his hair back and stepping closer to you again, grabbing your hands in his.
you pulled your hands back and shook you head, crossing your arms, you couldn’t do the lies anymore “bullshit, you have blood on you, i found your clothes covered in blood, you lied to me, and you were gone at three am? so you’re going to tell me, or im done mattheo”. his expression turning sorrowful “please my love, i can’t tell you for your safety” he pleaded with you, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding
“this isn’t protecting me it’s only hurting me, i want to be there for you mattheo, just tell me what’s been going on” you looked up at him, begging him at this point to just let you in. he sighed and began pacing back and forth anxiously, running his hands through his hair making the sleeve of the black cloak fall back.
there it was, the dark mark, on his inner forearm. you gasped and your hand flew over your mouth, hand holding your stomach as you felt it practically drop. he quickly caught on and yanked his sleeve down, rushing over to you “baby, please, please don’t freak out, i had no choice”. you looked at him shocked and shook your head, moving your hand down “when mattheo”. his own heart began to pang seeing your expression and hearing the betrayal in your voice.
his eyes glossed over and he looked away as he cleared his throat to speak, his voice shaky “my father said if i didn’t join him then he’d find you and kill you..i have to do everything he says y/n, for you” he looked in your eyes feeling reprehensible, and his words flooded your brain, trying to wrap your head around everything you just learned, voldemort knows about you, and he wants you dead. your heart began to race as you looked into mattheos eyes now terrified.
mattheos bodily response was practically the same as yours, heart wrenching at the sight of you almost seeming scared of him, his mind flooded with thoughts on all the times he should’ve just told you rather than hiding from you. both your eyes met blurred with tears, yours slowly cascading down your face as mattheo desperately tried to keep his in, he stepped closed to you again only slower and had a desperate pleading look in his eyes. “i would never do anything to hurt you and i swear on everything i will never let you get hurt because of me or for an my other reason”
he kissed your forehead softly as you stood still, mind still racing, his arms draping over you as his walls crumbled, crying into your hair with a newfound vulnerability. despite your own inner conflict your heart shattered hearing his soft sobs as he seemingly found comfort in you, you know how much this possible legacy aways terrified him, and you don’t know why you never expected it to actually happen; but seeing, feeling, knowing mattheo held so much in he was now sobbing to you, caused your arms to wrap around him, squeezing him with a firm grip and moving your hands to try and massage his head.
you didn’t know what he’s done or what he was capable of doing, but in this moment you two were back being blissfully in love and comforting one another, walking over to mattheos messy bed and bringing him down to lay with you, his head laying on your chest as he continued to apologize and cry softly, holding onto you as if you were his lifeline, you caressed his head and tried to calm your own head, trying not to cry again as he practically broke down in your arms.
he looked up at you with the most regretful expression you’d ever seen him have, his eyes now red from the crying and his voice slightly hoarse “im so so fucking sorry i didn’t tell you y/n i just wanted to protect you.. i just wanted you to be safe and out of this bullshit” he leaned back in hugging you tightly as you felt your heat ache for the millionth time; “mattheo..just please tell me how long” you wanted to be there for him, to continue to be his peace, however the thought of him being a killer made your head spin in an awful way.
you felt him pause for a moment, as if knowing his response will trigger a whole new area of emotions, he pulled away from you again and sighed, wiping his eyes and leaning back to look at you more clearly, it wasn’t hard to tell how difficult this was for him, however you knew the things he possibly did..probably did were worse than his guilt. he broke the silence with another soft sigh before speaking not looking directly into your eyes “my fathers been inducting me to join for six months..i’ve had the mark for two..i just..did my tasks without one for awhile”
the room was filled with silence once again. tasks. your mind raced with all sorts of horrid things voldemort could’ve possibly had mattheo do, and mattheo sensed you’d sudden change in demeanor, shifting a bit uncomfortably. “princess please don’t look at me differently..you know i had no choice.., we always knew this might happen”. mattheos words hurt more than he knew, because while you knew it was a possibility you felt like a horrible person for feeling..scared. tears began to well in your eyes once more as your emotions became too overwhelming, shaking your head softly as if attempting to stop them from flowing.
mattheo got up and ran his hand through his hair again, cursing under his breath as he saw how rough you were taking this in, at this point he didn’t know wether he was more terrified of, his father killing you, or you leaving him and seeing him as a monster. he looked at you with broken eyes and kneeled in front of you grabbing your hands, “please, please talk to me. ask me anything you want i’ll answer”. you wanted answers desperately, yet the thought of knowing what he was truly capable of made you afraid you’d see him differently.
he could see the conflict in your eyes and he knew you were having a mental battle with yourself over what to do. his fingers caressed your hands gently and he looked up into your eyes again, moving his right hand to wipe your tears. “do you need me to give you time?”. you immediately shook your head no slowly, taking a deep breath before just asking what’s been on your mind “have you killed anyone?”. silence.
you could see him freeze as he practically ran through his mind trying to figure out what to respond to that, you both already knew the truth to that answer, the blood on his clothes already a telltale sign. you pulled your hands gently away and scooted back more onto the bed absentmindedly and that action hurt mattheo drastically. breaking his silence with more pleading “my love please, i have no choice in what i do. it’s all for your sake, everything i do is for you”
despite his attempt at reassurance your mind raced with the possibility of any innocent people he has killed in replace for yourself. you knew voldemort was cruel and despised half bloods and muggle borns, and it wasn’t hard to tell by the extreme regret written all over mattheos face that he knew his actions were wrong and inexcusable, no matter being forced or not, the screams and pleads of his own now victims haunt him daily and forever.
you shook your head softly and got up, looking at him regretfully and walking towards his door, “im sorry mattheo..i just think i need a minute.” his resolve once again shattered as you closed the door, falling to his floor and casting a silencing charm before sobbing into himself, his mind racing with his own actions and how much he seems to have negatively affect you and your relationship.
you closed your dorm door and slid down it, feeling a heavy blanket worth of newfound anxiety, stress, and fear wash over you. your mind couldn’t stop replaying mattheos words, hes doing it for you, the boy you love the most was forced to become a death eater because he wanted you to live. the boy who used to tell you not to kill spiders because they had feelings too and to let him bring them out of your dorm. the boy who would make a joke out of everything whom you hadn’t seen laugh in ages
it was like trying to chew glass as you attempted to fight past any new feelings that would get in the way of your love towards mattheo, yet you couldn’t help feeling like this was your fault. he wouldn’t have been forced to become a death eater if he hadn’t gotten with you against his father’s will, he would’ve finished school as his father originally planned and he would’ve made it out, that wasn’t in his fathers plan however getting out was always mattheos; and now he was stuck. stuck because of you.
your mind being a haze of emotions you did the only rational thing you could think of doing, you apparated to mattheos childhood home, you’d only ever heard stories of this estate, how mattheo swore it was haunted with screams of his fathers past victims, though he also said it was a possibility they were just new victims. your mind raced and you felt your heart racing, then suddenly coming to your senses at how foolishly stupid this was, you hadn’t come up with a plan, you didn’t know what to say, if voldemort would even be here?
before you could even think about returning to hogwarts, the manors tall black door opened, greyback sniffing towards you and looking you up and down “i knew i smelled some good meat” he snarled and you looked at him terrified, he yanked your shirt and pulled you inside forcefully, dragging you down a long hallway towards another large black door, pushing you inside causing you to stumble and fall. voldemort snickered and tsked at you, standing up to walk around you menacingly, his close proximity making you tremble. “ah..i’ve seen you. my sons little..plaything” he looked you up and down, moving your head side to side gripping your face with nails that looked like claws.
“i take it..mattheo doesn’t know you’re here, hm.”his voice was monotone and it sent shivers down your spine in the worst way possible, your heart racing as you mustered up the courage to reply, shaking your head no softly “no”. he let go of you and stepped back, grabbing his wand and pressing it against your neck. “and why are you here? what’s to stop me from killing you now you foolish girl?” he pressed the wand harder into you and it felt like it was stabbing into your skin, you spoke before you could even think about what you were saying “kill me and let mattheo be free, please”. voldemort cackled at your request, stepping closer to you, his body pressed against yours as he continued holding the wand at your neck.
“my best killer? now why would i let my own heir go? you know what. you make him weak, he needs to learn how to lose things.”, you looked at him confused and terrified but before you knew it the words were said loud and clear “avada kedavra”. there your body went, dropping to the floor still warm but now limp, the light gone from your once beautiful eyes, voldemort kicked your body over and scoffed, turning to greback “get my pathetic son here so he can discard of this mess”. greyback smiled mischievously as he summoned mattheo to the manor.
mattheo felt his arm sting as he was awoke from his awful slumber, trying to make it seem like he hadn’t been crying he quickly rinsed his face before apparating to the manor, stepping inside and looking around, making his way towards his fathers office when he noticed your limp body, running towards it and grabbing you, desperately trying to find a pulse on you as he began to sob and scream “w-what the fuck! y/n, baby, my love please wake up. you’re okay, just wake up for me princess it’s all a bad dream, wake up” he shook your lifeless body and held onto you desperate for you to magically wake up when his father walked back in the room and spat towards him.
“disgrace of a son. crying over a filthy girl. stop crying and get over it. i wont have you be weak. crucio” mattheo instantly dropped your body and began contorting in various uncomfortable and agonizing ways, the pain shooting through his body as if someone had lit a fire inside of him, his screams held by by the pressure the spell added to his throat, voldemort stood there moving his wand and his son around, cackling at the sight of his on flesh and blood being tortured for having human emotions. “enough of that filthy school of yours, you serve me and you will learn to be a worthy heir or else you’ll end up like the little thing on the floor over there”
voldemort called greyback over and stopped the cruciatus curse on mattheo, causing mattheo to fall back down on the floor panting trying to catch his breath and hold in his pain and tears, all while trying desperately to not look towards your dead body. voldemort noticed his discomfort and walked over to your body, kicking you repeatedly while watching mattheos reactions, mattheos jaw tensed up as he fought every possible urge in his body to push his own father away from your body even if you were already gone, the way you were defiled in death already making him change forever.
he stood up and tried his best to not seem like he was in pain, his voice angry “get the fuck off of her”. voldemort kicked your body once more before spitting on it, looking back at mattheo. “dispose of her. and you’re staying here from now on. no more hogwarts” voldemort walked away without any further room for discussion, leaving mattheo alone with your dead body and greyback watching over like a hawk. mattheo gently caressed your cheek. noticing the tear steaks that had fallen and his heart shattered knowing he had failed you.
mattheos mind was racing and he could barley look at you, you looked as if you were sleeping through he knew the truth was far worse and he hated having to accept it so quickly while knowing it was his fault. he never should’ve pursued you, he knew his father was against affection, yet there you were being yourself, your perfect lovable self. he fought back his tears at the memories of you that were flooding his mind as he picked you up and began walking towards the courtyard. greback didn’t follow, and as mattheo made it towards the mass grave his father had created, he made a detour. walking towards the back to a very overgrown family plot, seeing his mothers gravestone as he sat down again with your limp body as it grew colder.
he silently cried into you, wishing you could cling onto him as he was doing to you in the moment, feeling helpless and like he’d lost the only thing that kept him going, his silent cries became sobs of pain and regret, all the avoidance from the past months on his part crushing him even more knowing you didn’t get the best parts of your relationship before death, he held you tightly because you were his lifeline, who was now gone, he now had absolutely no one who knew who he really was. losing the one person he loved, and who loved him back
he did the only thing he thought he could do, pointing the wand towards himself as he cried into your hair that still smelled just like you, the scent that always comforted him, thinking what a wonderful way to go, smelling his lover, going away forever with his heart. “i love you endlessly y/n, death will not do us part. avada kedavra.”
and with that, your two souls were forever intertwined, the once beautifully messy couple full of vibrant affection now both gone in eachothers arms. to grow cold and forgotten together forever.
so like maybe im insane for all of this. tbh i had no clue where this was going and the end surprised me just as much as i hope it did you, sorry i cant pay for your therapy, love ya! pls request stuff i need brain juice lol
⚠︎smut, unprotected p/v , non mentioned manhandling, and fighting⚠︎
you love skirts, and thankfully so does your boyfriend, unfortunately so did some ravenclaw boys; don’t worry, your boyfriend can fight ;)
it was finally the weekend at hogwarts and that meant what every student including yourself seemed to look forward to, free dress. you decided today was the best day to wear your newest skirt, it was honestly the cutest thing you’d ever seen and it covered you just enough. it was a rather windy day so you decided a cute sweater to match would be nice.
leaving your dorm you began walking to the great hall for breakfast to meet mattheo as you usually did when a group of ravenclaw boys who were awkwardly sitting against the wall started to try and peek under your skirt; sliding down to sit fully on the floor and snickering at one another as you obliviously continued to walk away
mattheo wasn’t far behind you, jaw clenching at the sight of the boys who thought they had gotten away with their perverted behavior. swiftly walking towards them once you were out of ear shot and looking at them all with a look that could kill. “the fuck do you think you’re doing looking up her skirt?” his words spat out like venom as he pushed them back individually, two out of the three boys began immediately apologizing while the third looked like a deer in headlights.
“i asked you a fucking question did i not?” mattheo spoke through gritted teeth as he held himself back from fighting them all as best as he could, even though they looked weak he knew a three on one could be risky; “we d-didnt mean any harm” one of the boys finally spoke out stuttering, that pathetic excuse setting mattheo off, punching the boy who spoke and yanking back the two boys who attempted to scatter away, pulling back their shirt collars and throwing them to the floor, kicking them each repeatedly before professor snape arrived.
snape stopped the fight, yanking the three battered boys up and glaring at a heaving mattheo with a monotone voice scolded the boys for fighting not caring the reason, giving them all separate detentions, though only giving mattheo the rest of the day cleaning his classroom. mattheo threw a dirty look at the scared boys before walking away with snape to begin his punishment.
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breakfast had ended and you were confused as to where your boyfriend mattheo was, walking out of the great hall and going to check the courtyard, not finding him and deciding to try the common room, once you got there you saw his friend theodore sitting alone in front of the fire place, he looked up at you and smirked “looking for your boyfriend i presume”, you gave him a confused look and nodded; “he got detention for beating up some ravenclaws, heard it was for you” he winked and chuckled.
it wasn’t necessarily a surprise he had gotten into a fight, as it was unfortunately something you’ve gotten used to, however it surprised you that it was over something that involved you. you felt too eager to know what this was truly about so you made your way to snapes classroom hoping to only find mattheo.
to your luck you opened the door to find him sitting lazily sprawled out in snapes chair as he quickly turned to see who it was, smirking as he saw you, getting up and striding over, his hand snaking around your waist and pulling you in as his other hand brushed gently against your face before kissing your lips softly. “i’ve missed you pretty girl” he murmured as he made his way to your neck, kissing down slowly.
you moved your head to the side and bit your lip softly, almost forgetting why you came here; “matty..why do you have detention” finally asking him before getting too distracted, he smirked against your neck before sucking softly, leaving a light trail of hickeys as he spoke, his breath sending tingles down your spine “just some degenerates who can’t keep their eyes to themselves, you’re not the problem princess, you’ve got me to keep you safe when you wear these skirts”.
as he finished his sentence you already felt yourself growing needier for him and you knew you needed him in this moment, as if he read your mind he began leaving more prominent hickeys along your neck moving down your collarbone, pulling at your sweater to get it off of you, throwing it aside and immediately cupping your boobs, kneading them in his hands as he kissed at them, removing your bra swiftly and nipping gently at your nipples before sucking them
you bit your lip suppressing your growing arousal as his hands slowly snaked down to feel under your skirt, gripping harshly at your ass and slapping it, speaking under his breath ‘mine’. his fingers trailed down between your thighs and brushed against your soaking underwear, smirking against your chest as he pulled away to look at you, “so needy for me already doll”. he moved your panties to the side and slid his fingers between your wet folds, pushing in two fingers without warning.
you let out a soft moan before covering your mouth as he quickly began to curl his fingers and move them in and out, his thumb rubbing at your clit watching as you tried to keep yourself quiet, he watched you intently, your eyes meeting his as he continued without slowing down. he suddenly pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, licking them clean with a satisfied hum.
“go sit on that fucking desk and spread those pretty legs for me like a good girl” his voice was almost commanding yet it was laced with his own obvious need, his dick aching for pleasure in his jeans. quickly scurrying to snapes desk you propped yourself on it and spread open your legs, your skirt falling back against your stomach. he walked over and wasted no time taking off your panties and tossing them aside with your sweater, pulling his pants and underwear down swiftly letting his hard dick spring out.
he stepped towards you and looked down at you with predatory eyes, aligning himself against you before teasing your entrance, slowly pushing his tip in and out causing you to whine softly, “what do you want baby?” he asked condescendingly with a smirk, you didn’t want to wait and needed him now, “i want you..i need you please” your eyes were practically begging for him to give you pleasure and it sent him off, shoving into you with a groan as you stretched around him pulling him in deeper with how tight you were
feeling him push inside of you caused you to finally let out a moan, mattheo quickly muttering a silencing charm on the classroom before he picked up his pace, thrusting into you at a steady rythm as he rubbed your clit in circles, “fuck, you look so good in that skirt, wear it more often yeah?” he was more so telling you as he increased the power behind his thrusts, hitting your sweet spot making you moan louder
the things that were scattered on snapes desk had began falling everywhere yet mattheo didn’t seem to care, pulling out from you and flipping you over without a word, pulling your legs down to dangle off the desk as he slammed back into your pussy, this new position unlocked more spots of pleasure that he continued to abuse with his consistent thrusting. your moans and his filling the room for just the two of you to hear along with your ass slapping back against him.
his unwavering pace was beginning to unravel you completely, your mind going blank as you clung at anything on the desk to keep you steady and up as mattheo fucked you senseless, your walls clenching around him as your moans became inconsistent, he slapped your ass before grabbing it his thrusting speeding up once again, “fuck i feel you tightening around me, cum for me baby, show me how i make you feel good” mattheos words and hoarse voice sent you over the edge, moaning loudly as your orgasm unraveled onto his dick
he gripped your hips harshly before pounding you through your orgasm, your moans incoherent as your body felt the overwhelming pleasure. mattheo was chasing his own release now as he fucked you into oblivion, slapping your ass repeatedly before cursing out, his thrusts became inconsistent and sloppy, and his breathing getting heavier as he reached his own limit, gripping your hair and pulling your head back; “do you want my cum pretty girl, hm?” his breathing was ragged and it was obvious he was close to finishing, you were so overstimulated yet all you wanted was his cum in this moment, barely being able to coherently say “please, i need your cum”
mattheos last few thrusts were deep and hard, groaning as he fucked his warm cum deep inside of your pussy, slowly pulling out and panting as he watched it leak out of your hole, he flipped you back over and moved your hair from out of your face, kissing you softly, “such a good girl my love” he murmured another spell he learned from who knows where and the pair of you were suddenly cleaned up, though you still felt exhausted, he grabbed your clothes and got you clothed properly before looking back at the classroom and grabbing your wand, using a cleaning spell on the room to fix everything back up before looking back at you “snape only put a restriction for my wand, not yours” he winked.
you lazily looked at him and raised your eyebrow, “wait he put a restriction against your wand for magic against his classroom?”. mattheo nodded and shrugged “yeah? so what i got around that obviously”. you gave him a mortified expression “does that count against a silencing charm for said classroom..?”. “you know, that i didn’t think about” mattheo turned to look towards the door then back at you, “only one way to find out” mattheo helped you walk as you went towards the door, opening it and being greeted with an angry looking snape who seem to have been awkwardly and angrily waiting for who knows how long. “you’re lucky i don’t have you expelled for this. detention for the rest of the month. separately!”
