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[torturedpoetskywalker]

HP Shipuary 2023 - Day 4 (@hpshipuary)

Harry Potter/Cho Chang/Cedric Diggory

[hpshipuary]

💖 HP Shipuary Prompt List 💖

Here are your HP Shipuary 2023 prompts for each day in the month of February! This year we have TWO ways for you to take on this challenge:

Pick a Ship! We will provide you with a Het, Slash, and Femslash ship for each day. You only need to create works for 1 of the 3 ships listed. (i.e. Hermione/Sirius • Dean/Graham • Bellatrix/Luna)

BYO (Build Your Own) Ship! We will provide one Male and one Female character (canonically) for each day. Create your own ship utilizing at least 1 of that day's characters! (i.e. Percy Weasley • Luna Lovegood)

Remember: you do NOT have to create work for each day! If the listed ship(s) or character(s) aren't for you, feel free to skip them!

We look forward to everything you create! 💕

Rules • FAQ • AO3 Collection • Prompt Spreadsheet

Your 2023 Ships and BYO Ship Character Lists are available below the cut, or you can view the spreadsheet above:

2023 Ships (pick at least one)

01: Ginny/Tom (LV) • Marcus/Percy • Minerva/Lily

02: Cho/Ron • Harry/Sirius • Lavender/Padma

03: Draco/Parvati • Fred/Cedric • Pansy/Luna

04: Cedric/Fleur • James Sr/Lucius • Hermione/Molly

05: George/Pansy • Remus/Barty Jr • Katie/Fleur

06: Kingsley/Minerva • Draco/Bill • Cho/Parvati

07: Oliver/Alicia • Seamus/Gilderoy • Rose/Lavender

08: Harry/Luna • Ron/Severus • Eileen/Euphemia

09: Marrietta/Seamus • Evan/Regulus • Rolanda/Helena

10: Gregory/Susan • Abraxas/Tom (LV) • Hermione/Marietta

11: Hermione/Marcus • Charlie/Rubeus • Nymphadora/Pansy

12: Lucius/Andromeda • Ron/Scorpius • Dorcas/Lily Sr

13: Hermione/Sirius • Dean/Graham • Bellatrix/Luna

14: V-DAY FREE DAY (ANY SHIP)

15: Bellatrix/James Sr • Lorcan/Hugo • Astoria/Ginny

16: Lily Luna/Blaise • Fenrir/Vincent • Olympe/Minerva

17: Neville/Pansy • Draco/Kingsley • Susan/Penelope

18: Dolores/Firenze • Harry /Neville • Millicent/Parvati

19: Albus/Poppy • George/Colin • Myrtle/Olive

20: Lily Sr/Peter • Arthur/Vernon • Andromeda/Molly

21: Luna/Severus • Lucius/Cygnus • Hannah/Alicia

22: Harry Potter/Astoria • Frank/Severus • Daphne/Hermione

23: Lily Sr/Regulus • Ron/Zacharias • Bellatrix/Petunia

24: Percy/Angelina • Harry/Viktor • Lily Luna/Luna

25: Draco/Rosmerta • Albus/Percy • Alice/Andromeda

26: Lavender/Theo • Teddy/Bill • Ginny/Gwenog

27: Albus Severus/Hermione • Horace/Tom (LV) • Astoria/Narcissa

28: Molly/Remus • Dudley/Piers • Hermione/Lily Sr

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2023 BYO Ship Characters (pick at least one)

01: Albus Severus Potter • Alicia Spinnet

02: Bill Weasley • Andromeda Black Tonks

03: Blaise Zabini • Angelina Johnson

04: Cedric Diggory • Astoria Greengrass

05: Draco Malfoy • Bellatrix Black Lestrange

06: Evan Rosier • Cho Chang

07: Fred Weasley • Daphne Greengrass

08: George Weasley • Dorcas Meadowes

09: Gilderoy Lockhart • Fleur Delacour

10: Harry Potter • Gabrielle Delacour

11: James Potter • Ginny Weasley

12: James Sirius Potter • Hermione Granger

13: Lucius Malfoy • Katie Bell

14: V-DAY FREE DAY (ANY SHIP)

15: Marcus Flint • Lavender Brown

16: Neville Longbottom • Lily Evans Potter

17: Oliver Wood • Lily Luna Potter

18: Percy Weasley • Luna Lovegood

19: Regulus Black • Minerva McGonagall

20: Remus Lupin • Molly Weasley

21: Ron Weasley • Myrtle Warren

22: Scorpius Malfoy • Narcissa Black Malfoy

23: Severus Snape • Nymphadora Tonks

24: Sirius Black • Pomona Sprout

25: Teddy Lupin • Pansy Parkinson

26: Theodore Nott • Petunia Evans Dursley

27: Tom Riddle | Voldemort • Poppy Pomfrey

28: Viktor Krum • Rose Weasley

[too-matcha-a-good-thing]

"There might be something between you and me."

Modern!AU, Harry/Luna

for day 8 of @hpshipuary

[dranna]

We don’t have time for this now Lucius!

I have the impression that Lucius wants to spend some ✨fun✨ time with him 🤔

Based on @sayssnape ‘s post

It’s been on queue, but I think it would maybe also fit into Snalentine - Home Sweet Home

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[severusish]

Oneshot for HPSHIPUARY

Prompt: February 22, Severus/Hermione

Word count: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Description: Years ago, Hermione had an accident with her time turner and fell into 1977, which was Snape’s sixth year at Hogwarts. Now, she and Snape are colleagues as teachers. This drabble-ish piece showcases a little interaction between them. Set in late February, in Snape’s fifth year in his job as Potions Professor, aka 1986. They’re both 25.

More info: Time Turner!AU, Professor Granger!AU, Snamione!Colleagues. Fluff.

Title: Pepper-Up.

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Pepper-Up.

They’d known each other for nine years now. Nine years.

They had shared the grief and the loss when the Potters had been murdered on that fateful night so many years ago, and since then they had developed the sort of deep, abiding friendship in the years that followed 1981 that could only come from having overcome the worst obstacles together.

Despite all the aspects of the war they had managed to change, Snape was still a spy. And Hermione…. Well. Hermione was full of secrets she could never share with him. Secrets that could alter timelines and change lives.

But then again, neither of them had ever been simple. In any sense of the word.

How many days since they’d joined the staff at Hogwarts had they spent together, in the Potions Labs or in his office, grading papers or working on brewing potions? How many hours had been whiled away, discussing Wizarding politics and Transfiguration theory?

Neither of them knew the exact numbers for certain, but it was in that manner that Time had passed, as it always did. Without either of them truly noticing it.

And it was February in 1986, now. Late February. The second term had started again. Valentine’s Day had come and gone in the blink of an eye. February the twenty-second. A particularly cheerful day that was uncommonly bright, with clear blue skies and crisp air and not a cloud in sight.

But it was cold. And certainly all the more so in the dungeons, where the two of them were working hard and silently at several batches of Pepper-Up for homesick first years — mainly Hufflepuffs and Slytherins.

Professor Granger had rolled her sleeves up to the elbows. Her hair was held up in a twist, kept in place with her wand. She was busy chopping cinnamon sticks — much to Professor Snape’s chagrin, she’d taken to making the potions taste good.

Professor Snape, on his side, was in his signature black robes. His hair, normally as free as water and just as hard to control, had been magicked into submission with a freezing spell instead of being put into a plait or a topknot. It was out of his face at any rate, and didn’t disturb him as he juiced beetle eyes and tipped the liquid into the simmering cauldrons opposite him.

They continued working in companionable silence, with Granger turning the pages of the heavily annotated instruction manual every so often, and Snape handing her tools whenever she softy asked for one.

Within two hours, the Pepper-Up was done. The air smelled of black pepper and cinnamon.

Hermione sneezed.

Snape snorted.

She frowned at him. “Well, I can’t help it, can I? The spice is tickling my nose.”

“You are entirely to blame,” said Severus, putting dirty potions materials into the lab’s sink. “You are the one who insisted on making the potions palatable. As though the brats need any more mollycoddling. This year’s lot are particularly entitled.”

Hermione laughed. “True.”

They cleaned the cauldrons by hand. Afterwards, Hermione wiped her palms on her robes, and looked up.

“Do you fancy a stroll outside before lunch? It looked so lovely out earlier. I’d prefer not to walk alone, though.”

Snape frowned at her, wiping his own hands and forearms off on a clean towel. “That would suit,” he said. He threw the towel down on the countertop, and picked up his cloak from a nearby chair. He pulled it on gracefully, and made to go open the door, but was stopped by a hand on his arm.

He looked at it. And then looked at her face.

“Your collar,” said Hermione quietly. “It’s tucked inwards. It should be turned outward or it’ll crease. I know how much you can’t stand that. Creases don’t come out easily with magic.”

He raised his hand to fix it, but Hermione stepped forward and his hand froze.

“No, let me,” she said. She stepped in front of him, looking fiercely at a button that was fastened below his Adam’s apple. Then, slowly, aware of him looking down at her but not ready to acknowledge it, she raised her hands up.

And then she ran them behind his neck, and tucked her thumbs in the space between his jacket and the skin of his neck.

Snape stopped breathing.

Hermione used her thumbs to grasp at the collar that had been accidentally folded inwards — and she pulled it up. Now it was in line with the undercoat, his jacket, and his cloak. It wouldn’t crease, and it would keep the back of his neck warmer.

Hermione pulled her wand from her hair. “Finite Incantatem.”

His hair unfroze, and drifted slightly as though blown by an invisible breeze.

“There,” she said, smoothing her hands along his shoulders. She patted his chest once with both palms, then stepped back.

And then she looked up.

His eyes were piercing. Intense. Searching.

“What are you playing at, Granger?” he said.

Hermione smiled softly. “I’m not playing at anything, Snape.” She paused, and titled her head. After a moment, she spoke again. “Tell me. Would you say that it’s true that Slytherins are known for their ambition?” she asked. “Aren’t they known for their curiosity? Their thirst for power? For knowledge?”

He frowned. “That is a stereotype. But it is generally accurate, yes.”

She stepped back towards him again. “Would you say that you crave knowledge, Snape?”

He stared at her. “After nine years, Granger, you ought to know that I do.”

She placed her hands back on his chest.

“Is there anything you’re curious to know right now, then?” she asked. Hermione turned her brown eyes upward to gaze into his. With some internal effort, she lifted her Occlumentic shields. His lips twitched almost imperceptibly — he’d noticed the change in her eyes. Without the shields, there was an increased warmth in them, like a fire burning hot, and a depth of sincerity that made his chest ache.

“I—”

Her eyes crinkled at the corners. She said nothing.

“You—?”

She took his hands. She said nothing.

He let out a shuddering breath, and spoke again.

“I want to know — ”

She said nothing. Her eyes stared up at him knowingly, quietly, trusting.

“Why now, Granger? Have I been a fool? After all these years — did you always…?”

She nodded, and smiled tremblingly.

In response to this mind-shattering revelation, the potions master’s eyes seem to delve into her soul, looking for a lie — but finding only truth.

In a sudden moment of clarity, Hermione was utterly certain of what was about to happen.

And within a heartbeat, he confirmed it.

“Sod it,” he muttered.

He swept down, curled his fingers into her hair, cupping her face, and met her parted lips with his.

She sighed into it. Suddenly her eyes prickled at the corners with an emotion she couldn’t name.

When they pulled apart, they stared at each other, breathing heavily. They both had high spots of color on their faces. Both of them had slightly disheveled hair.

“I don’t suppose I could call you by your first name, then?” she asked, between breaths. “Now that we’ve—”

He cut her off with another searing kiss.

[lumosatnight]

Day 9: Tall

Seamus/Dean, T, 56 words For Day 9: @fluffbruary’s stiletto + @hpshipuary’s Seamus/Dean Also on AO3.

“Why are you so bloody tall?” Seamus craned his head up. “Even if I wear heels, I’ll never be as tall as you.”

“Hmm.” Dean smirked down at him. “That’s something I’d like to see.”

That evening, Seamus met his boyfriend at the door wearing a pair of red stilettos and nothing else.

Dean nearly fainted.

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[mundrakan]

Shipuary day 5

Today: Bellatrix and Molly, very, very short :)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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[greenmegsnoham]

Just Breathe

@hpshipuary Scorpius/Albus Severus - 10

@kinkuary choking - 25

116 | M | ambiguous POV, asphyxiation/breath play

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You look positively wrecked, slick with sweat and panting as your fingers curl into the sheets. Your eyes are pleading as you ride the line of pleasure and pain. You're desperate gasps and moans echo against the walls—through my very bones.

"Please," you beg.

How I love when you beg.

"Use your words, love," I purr against your tear-stained cheek.

But I know you're choking on them—my hand against your windpipe that tightens with each thrust.

I release you and we find our own—come lacing with sweat as you use your first breath to call my name.

Your heady gaze, pink cheeks with swollen lips.

Looking down at you—now it is I who can barely breathe.