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[heroicintention-a]

@lumostm commented here for a starter! from a good wolf boi

Remus felt like the assignment would drive him to madness. There was a reason that he was studying all the time-- sometimes he just didn’t get it. It didn’t click and he needed it to. Remus knew the odds stacked against him, his father knowing a good bit (oddly) about werewolves.. He wanted to be successful here, set himself up well, and that meant advanced courses. He had his forehead against the parchment when he felt a hand against his shoulder. Remus didn’t have to look up to know who it was and a little smile formed.

Over the years, Remus had found himself associated the footfalls of his friends, their smell (he had a good sense for it), how they approached. “What time is it?” he asked Sirius, “Guessing James and Peter’ve already gone up?”

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she couldn’t stop laughing. honestly. this was... hilarious. “OI, HARRY??” she hollered, clutching a piece of paper. it was a lost piece of parchment, apparently a drawing sirius did of mrs. weasley. probably while they were arguing. it was in plain lines, of her yelling at sirius. harry, ron and hermione were in a rest, and she was brooding over them as a mother hen. “once harry burst into the room, she offered him the paper, before sitting down.

they were in Grimmauld place for a few weeks now, and the start of school year was slowly approaching. her and hermione were on speaking terms again, and ron seemed to have forgiven harry. for the most part. her mom dropped by every few days and cooked in bulk, making sure they ate well. entire family dined at Potter place once a week, and harry and ginny went to the burrow every sunday. it felt as easy as breathing. renovations went rather well. kreacher was very helpful. he took off all of the black family portraits, along with family tree and the heads. walls were painted and a lot of furniture was exchanged. they picked a room, and sirius’s room was being turned into a nursery. he would have LOVED that. that was for sure.

[therearemoreimportanthings]

@lumostm continued from here

It had been hard enough this semester since she needed to study for her O.W.L.s. Not only that but Umbridge seemed determined to destroy any relationship on campus. Still there seemed to be something different these past months with George, something he was keeping from her. She didn't want to pry, he would tell her when he was ready. But then she overheard a conversation that sounded more like a goodbye. She had no idea why they would be leaving early. "I overheard a conversation." She said with a blush. "It sounded like a goodbye."

She had prepared herself for him leaving but she didn't want to believe he would want to end things. "I... If that's what you want." She couldn't imagine herself wanting to be with anyone else. "But we'll see each other during the summer. I will only have two more years." Her voice was thick, she wouldn't ask him to stay, she knew how much they wanted their own life. "It doesn't have to be goodbye." She could not help as tears welled in her eyes.

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“Oh please. Don’t act like you were some unwilling participant.” Hard not to remember all the places of her touched by his lips.

Though you couldn’t fault the man for having a point there, but that didn’t mean she stopped and saw reason. Her mind was far removed from rational with the same thought occupying every inch of it in repetition. I just slept with Draco Malfoy... And I thoroughly enjoyed it. 

What was she thinking? That because they’d been out of school for all of five minutes that he was a better person? Because he didn’t outright call her a mudblood? Because he was actually decent when they interacted? Just because it didn’t get nasty didn’t mean they did still fight like cats and dogs. This would never work out. 

Her cheeks were flushed and she had sat up, finding the hairband on her dresser and tying her curls back out of her face like that would bring some semblance of sanity back to this. “I’m just saying that... we weren’t thinking. We just rushed into doing something on an impulse. It’s not healthy.” Why was she even explaining herself? And with these flimsy excuses?

[noxtm]

@lumostm × bc won-won misses his mione

Ron was laid flat on his belly, head hovering an inch from Hermione’s baby bump. She was still asleep, and it was a true rarity for Ron to be up and about before her. He had Daily Prophet open on sports section and folded neatly, so he could easily read results in this position. Currently, he was telling the baby all about Chudley Cannon’s and their return from the slumps. Start them early, make sure they cheer on the right team. Yup. It went on for a few more minutes, before he rested his cheeks against the bump, his whole body relaxing. This baby was his, in all ways that mattered. Perhaps he didn’t have any role in making it, but he didn’t care. It was Hermione’s baby. And his baby. No discussion.

Pulling away soundlessly, Ron got off the bed and headed downstairs, where his mom was already making breakfast. It didn’t take much convincing for her to let him set a plate for Hermione, along with some orange juice and toast. He wanted to bring it up to her, and just spend the morning in bed. They had plans for most of the day-- Diagon Alley and visiting the Potters-- so, Ronald wanted to make sure she was well rested.

[therearemoreimportanthings]

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Hermione hadn't meant her words as a rejection, she had meant them in a way so that he would know she would need time. That she still had memories that hurt her, that she was working on forgiveness. She saw the differences in him, he had changed. She reached out and grabbed his wrist as he turned away from her. "Draco, wait."

She was not sure what to say, what she should do, there were no clear answers. "What if I don't want to forget it? If I don't mind it happening again?" She sighed. "I... need it to go slow, but that doesn't mean I don't want it."

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cont. × @andhelived // @lumostm

“somewhere no one can see. especially not your mom or my dad.” it was spur of the moment thing, really. but why the hell not? life was short. they were young. and she already almost LOST him. taking a hold of his arm, Cho tangled their fingers together and squeezed gently. “I am thinking hip bone? unless we’re feeling brave and we get a magical snitch that moves.” she heard about those, and it sounded amazing. until it probably ended on her neck.

[noxtm]

cont. from HERE with @lumostm

The main reason Lily was exhausted was Effie. She woke up at four and started asking for her ‘biggest brother’, Harry. It was little to say she missed him and was excited to see him again. The entire morning was exhausting. First Effie waking up, then Evan whining about not wanting to go pick Harry up in order to hangout with his favorite thing- the TV. Breakfast was long, and miserable, and she barely got Effie to take a few bites. It was all Harry, Harry, Harry !! And, naturally, Evan was jealous. Younger boy wasn’t too thrilled about a baby when Effie was born, but he grew closer to her when Harry started school last year. Explaining to him that just because she was excited to see Harry didn’t MEAN she loved him any less-- didn’t exactly work too well. “I’ll go get Effie up. If she naps much longer, she’ll be up too late and then be grumpy all day tomorrow. You boys start, and Harry can help me catch up when I come back.” She regretted the words the moment they came out, when Evan’s bottom lip protruded in his signature pout. He inherited it from his father, and it was like looking at James years and years ago. Evan looked like a perfect mix of the two of them. James’ hair and eyes. Lily’s complexion and brows. James’ pout and Lily’s smile. He was a beautiful child. “I’ll bring you boys snacks first. How’s ice cream? Celebratory pre-lunch snack, because we’re all together again.” Evan’s favorite, and a sure way to cheer him up.