My Harry Potter movie ranking:
1. Prisoner of Azkaban
2. Sorcerer's Stone
3. Order of the Phoenix
4. Half Blood Prince
4. Chamber of Secrets
6. Deathly Hallows pt 2
7. Deathly Hallows pt 1
8. Goblet of Fire
Harry - I want to be more than friends
Ron - Best friends ?
Harry - More than that
Ron - Mega best friends ?
Harry - (T_T)
Harry - Let me make it more clear . I want to snog your face off .
Ron - Super best friends for life bro ^_^
headcanon that the bouquet spell when you arent thinking about a specific type of flower it produces your favorite flower
now hc that percy was practicing charms in his dorm room and oliver notices what flowers are appearing (hyacinths)
and all of a sudden hyacinths start appearing all over percy’s stuff
I just made my best friend and I matching lockscreens. Should I start making other characters ??
A/n- Im so sorry to whoever requested this for getting it out so late, my grandpa has been in the hospital- but im back on my feet and requests are still open! Thank you for the request! I hope you accept this with my apology!
Warnings : oral (female receiving), kissing, swearing and pretty much just fluff! Summary: George wants to learn something, but he needs your help. (I suck at summarys.)
Pairing: George weasley x fem!reader
You and George had been friends since 2nd year, you'd helped him and his brother distract a teacher for a prank and became nearly insuperable since.
Though, you were quite fond of George especially, you loved the way his eyes glistened in the sun, how the corners of his lips were tugged up after he'd see you.
You wouldn't go as far as to say you had a crush on the boy, but sure you'd flirt with him, a lot. and you wouldn't mind it if he liked you back
You loved being friends with the twins, they were immensely funny, never once would they fail to put a smile on your face.
"hey Georgie!" You called, throwing your arms over his shoulders, encasing him in a hug.
"mornin' darling, how are you?" He asked, motioning for you to sit beside him in the great Hall.
"Lovely, now at least. Angelina and Katie have been nagging me all morning to go to hogsmeade with them after classes today. Are you free after dinner?" You questioned, obliging and taking a seat beside him.
Fred was seated on the left of you, while their younger brother Ron and the youngest, Ginny, sat across from you.
"Only of that means we'll be alone." He answered with a suggestive wink.
You had just left for Hogsmeade with Angie and Katie.
"soo, Yn, Fred told me you and George are going to be hanging out alone after dinner."
Angie said, nudging your arm with her elbow in the process.
"Uhm yeah actually, but he's always making things sound so, well you know, suggestive in any way he can.” You replied, while a pink tint flooded your cheeks.
“But that’s just George being George.” You continued.
George was a very flirty person, flirting with everyone, though he’d never managed to speak very clearly with you. He would stutter and cover it up with ‘oh uh sorry I breathed in wrong.’ and disregarded it like it was nothing.
You found it funny how you’d known each other for so long and he still became flustered with just your knee grazing his.
You and George had talking about ‘things’ before only you’d never even thought of going through with it, scared it would ruin your friendship. So instead you’d just joked about it as a way to cope with the loss of what has the potential to be an absolutely mind blowing relationship.
You two had kissed once or twice, but nothing more. The two of you called it ‘practicing’.
But there was something else George needed to practice.
George had recently been gifted a flip phone from his father, so instead of letters taking forever being delivered, and longer to get a reply.
Aurther had in fact given everyone in the family a phone, and so George has every one of his family members numbers.
“Hello?” Bill answered, confused as to why there was no name.
“Hey, Bill, Its me, George.”
“How are you George, how are classes lately?”
“Uhm pretty good actually.”
As the pairs conversation sounded as if about to end, George made his move.
“Bill, I have a question. I’ve been meaning to ask you for a bit actually.”
“I’m all ears.”
“well, I wanted to know how exactly to go down on a girl.”
Bill paused, he was taken back for sure, but that was almost completely exceeded at the need to be excited for his little brother.
“First, might I ask who the lucky lady is?”
“Y/n, we had her over for Christmas last year.”
“No shit, looks like Fred owes me a few galleons.”
George’s face contorted into confusion, “You guys bet on us?”
“Yeah, even mum and dad had a go at it. Let me tell you, the tension was unbelievable, I remember it like it was yesterday. But besides the point, you guys only started snogging now!? Man, I assumed it started last Christmas.”
“Gee, thanks. So, can you help me?”
George was incredibly happy he didn’t need to have this conversation in person.
“I can try. It’s different for every women, George. I’d assume you know about the female anatomy?”
George nodded, forgetting for a second that he was on the phone. “yeah.”
“Her clit, make sure you’re paying attention to that. And don’t just, you know, lick it, you need to suck on it too, common misconception. Oh! Finger her as well, girls love that.”
George was very concentrated, as Bill continued, making sure to take notes in his head.
You had gotten back from hogsmeade after buying a beautiful set of lingerie. It was underwear and a bra, both black with white lace lining.
You knew right then and there that it was what you were going to wear under your clothes with George tonight.
After you had changed and made the girls promise to stay out of the dorms, you made your way to the great hall where you knew George was waiting for you.
“How was hogsmeade, gorgeous?” George asked, giving you no time at all to even sit down with him.
“Pretty good actually. What did you have going on?”
You scoffed, “Since when does George Weasley willingly learn in his free time?”
“Well if you must know, I’ve found something that I’m quite passionate about.”
“Oh really? And what might that be Mr. Weasley?” You asked, taking a bite of your food.
“You’ll see.” He muttered.
All throughout dinner you couldn’t help but think about what might happen with you and George, until finally it had ended.
You guys had begun walking out of the great hall as you interlocked your fingers with his and lead him to the girl dorms, knowing full well it was empty.
You had made it to your dorm, sitting down on your bed, nodding for him to sit with you.
“We really are alone after all.” George said, sitting with you, watching as you lied down.
“Yeah, I guess we are.” you replied, watching him take off his robes.
“So, Georgie, what might you want to do all alone?” You asked slipping your robes off as well leaving the both of you in the rest of your uniforms.
“Well i have something in mind, and I know you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“mhm.” He mumbled, laying down beside you.
“D’you remember kissing practice?”
“How could I forget.”
“I think I’ve forgotten d’you mind going over the material with me?” you asked with a wink.
“Who am I to deny you.” He answered, sending butterflies erupting in your stomach.
George chuckled softly at your now flushed cheeks before leaning in, you met him half way closing the gap between you two.
You knew exactly how to kiss George, after all you guys had practiced and not just once.
Your hands instinctively found themselves in Georges hair, pulling slightly earning a groan from him. To you, it felt and sounded like heaven on earth.
You hated to admit your small crush on your best friend but it was there, you could only hope that he felt the same.
after a near 10 minute make out, George pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” You asked while your face scrunched up in confusion.
“I’d like to try something knew, if its beyond your boundaries that’s totally fine and we don’t have to do anything,” He started, your heart was pounding, you were feeling a mix of confusion and excitement. “Go on.”
“I’ll get straight to the point, could I maybe go down on you?”
“Um great, just a warning, I-Uh I’ve never done this before.” He added awkwardly.
“Don’t worry about it Georgie, I’ll help you.” You answered with a smile. You began shedding your clothing, one by one until you were in the sheer lingerie you had bought earlier today.
“You’re absolutely stunning, Y/n.” George’s comment made your cheeks visibly heat up. “Thank you George.” You said, biting back a smile.
You laid on your back in front of him, watching him crawl on top of you, giving you a small peck on the lips before moving down to your heat.
He slowly pulled your panties down, having you lift your hips to help.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop, alright, darling?” You nodded with a soft smile plastered on your face, watching him.
He licked a long stripe up your cunt, earning a groan from you.
George slipped his tongue inside you, licking and reaching everything he could while moans consistently slipped passed your lips. It felt as though their were dozens of cornish pixies flying all around your stomach.
“Fuck George, m-my-Fuck!” Just as you were about to instruct him, his tongue quickly slipped out of you and began kitten licking your clit. you felt sparks going off inside you.
Your body hips were moving relentlessly, so George moved his arm to sit on your lower abdomen, holding you down.
He gently sucked on your clit, before you felt something penetrate you, looking down to see he was simultaneously fingering you. You felt on top of the world.
George added a finger, and held a steady pace. He flicked your clit and began slightly nudging it with his nose.
He curled his fingers just slightly, hitting your g-spot and sending your back off the bed. He noticed how this motion effected you, so he decided to keep with that movement.
“Fucking hell, are you sure you’ve never done this before?!” You shouted, not caring whether or not anyone heard you.
You watched him look up, and with his signature cheeky grin and shook his head ‘no’. You felt those same pixies from earlier, you weren’t sure if it was the sensations his fingers were making you feel alone, or just the sight of seeing him in between your legs ( A sight you thought you’d only see in your fantasy’s) and with a wink dove right back in.
“Oh my god, fuck!” You yelled, gripping your bed sheets, positive you had somehow damaged the fabric. The words naturally slipped out of your mouth, as more sinful noises continued to tumble out of it.
“You like that?” George asked rhetorically, you nodded frantically with heavy breath.
“Yes, yes! Don’t stop Georgie, please don’t fucking stop!” George chuckled at your late reaction and sped up his fingers, he found that one spongey spot inside you, knowingly pushing on it, squeezing another moan out of you.
You had nearly screamed, muffling your face into the pillow.
“Fuck, George, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum George!” You yelled, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen tighten.
Your body began involuntarily began grinding into George’s fingers and mouth. You felt his nose press into your pubic bone due to your movements but that didn’t stop you.
“you gonna cum on my face, hmm, deary?”
“Yes, yes, yes, please George let me cum on your face!” You pleaded.
“Go ahead darling, cum all over my face,” He breathed.
You felt as if your were about to burst, you needed to let go and George’s dirty words weren’t helping you hold it in.
“I’m cumming, Georgie, oh my gods!” You screamed, letting everything go.
your orgasm washed over you. You held your breath, muffling you moan into the pillow. Your muscles tightened and untightened, legs shaking while the rest of your body began to spasm.
George rode out your orgasm while your body jerked.
“You can come u-up now George.” you said, patting beside you for him to lay down.
“So, was that any good?” He asked, looking over at him you sent a lazy nod along with a smile.
“George, that was the best head I’ve ever received.”
“A-are you cold?” George asked, confused. Looking down you saw that your legs were still shaking after your incredible orgasm that had still been sending shockwaves through your body.
“No,” you laughed, “But if you wanted to pull the covers over and take a nap, then yes I’m cold.” You answered with a yawn.
“Of course, my love.”
Kinda a tangent off the previous post but man I love this concept;
Draco, Theodore and Blaise are failing horribly in Arithmancy. Malfoy is definitely not taking advantage of the fact that his girlfriend is the smartest witch in school.
They meet every Thursday in the library. The trio of boys lazily enchanting paper airplanes and resting there feet on the table until Hermione slides them off with a flick of her wand
Long hours of staring at textbooks, Hermione trying to teach the bunch geometry. She tiredly wonders what in the hell she’s doing when after Blaise takes twenty minutes to find the area of a square.
They gradually improve as Hermione offers rewards. She grudgingly blows her monthly savings at Honeydukes for the boys despite the fact that they’re the richest kids in school. Theo is a fan of Acid Pops.
Draco’s motivation is a bit different. Late nights of studying end with muffled protests and clothes on the floor. Ron screaming when he finds Draco smugly showering in the Gryffindor dormitory, humming to the Weird Sister’s.
And after the trio takes gets there first O on an Arithmancy exam, they proudly parade the papers around Hermione in the hallway, the biggest grins on there faces.
In celebration there is a sleepover of sorts in the Slytherin dormitory. Spiked Butterbeer is passed around, the three toasting to Hermione’s brilliant mind. She downs a bottle to hide her blush. The group laughing as she sputters, everyone lounging under a few blankets near the hearth.
Would y’all be interested in a Hermione and the silver trio sleepover…?
Instead of living in another loop before, Enoch was studying at Hogwarts. He somehow got expelled and Dumbledore told Miss Peregrine about it. Then she took him to the loop. They told the others he came from another loop because the wizards/witches and peculiars don't know about each other. Only some people know like Dumbledore, The Ministry of Magic and The Ymbrynes.
(Why they don't know about each other? I have no idea. It could be about the safety of both communities.)
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌!
𝑴𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂, 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒛 𝒐𝒓 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒆𝒅, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕! 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔. 𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔/𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆!
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.
𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒑𝒂𝒅!
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆! ♡
➳ 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚
➳ 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚
➳ 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓
➳ 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝑳𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒏
➳ 𝑳𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚
➵ Words Are Useless
➵ I Hate Green
➶ Wand Fun
𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝒀 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵!
𝑾𝒉𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓?
➳ Harry Potter
➳ Ron Weasley
➳ Hermione Granger
➳ Fred and George Weasley
➳ Oliver Wood
➳ Draco Malfoy
➳ Blaise Zabini
➳ Theodore Nott
➳ Pansy Parkinson
➳ Tom Riddle
➳ Bill Weasley
➳ Fleur Delacour
➳ Ginny Weasley
➳ Luna Lovegood
➳ Neville Longbottom
➳ Cedric Diggory
➳ Sirius Black
➳ Remus Lupin
➳ James Potter
➳ Lily Potter
➳ Nymphadora Tonks
➳ Lucius Malfoy
➳ Narcissa Malfoy
➳ Severus Snape
➳ Bellatrix Lestrange
𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆?
I write fluff, smut and angst! I will not write about kinks or ships that make me uncomfortable, I hope you understand. ♡
So… @blvnk-art issued a challenge of sorts, on her twitter feed and gave us lovely, lovely NSFW art LINK IS HERE and I felt inspired to write this little ficlet. I could have waited until Sunday (*grin*) but didn’t want to. To Bianca - may you never stop inspiring us with your amazing talent and art. ❤️ (Suffice it to say gang, this story is NSFW and going under a cut. You’ve been warned)
”Hey…come here.” Harry practically growls the words, his voice rough. But Ginny decides to pay it and him, no mind. She is on a mission. She’d decided she was going to do this the minute Harry had started kissing her. Well, perhaps it had been right after that when he’d removed his shirt and sat back against the bed and given her “the look”, but still.
She hears Harry swear softly as she warms to the job at hand and takes him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around him. She feels his hands in her hair and they’re clutching her, almost painfully. She glances up to meet his gaze and it’s like a current of magic between them. She’s wanted to try this for a while and she’s been close -she’s had her mouth here and there and oh, yes, there too, but never like this. And she doesn’t care about getting herself off, she only wants Harry to feel her love for him. She wants to feel him let go inside her mouth, unable to stop himself.
“Gin…if you…don’t stop…” Harry sounds as though he is worried about her, so she pulls back momentarily, and gives him her blazing look. It’s the look that he’s just recently told her turns him on more than anything. He sucks in a deep breath and bites his lip and then nods in understanding. Ginny pushes his trousers and pants down even further and puts her mouth back to work. Soon she places her hands on either side of him, gripping his hips. His hands have relaxed a bit more and he’s holding her hair out of the way for her.
Ginny is thrilled to find that Harry tastes…good. Sweaty, even a little bit salty, but good. She had been worried she wouldn’t like the taste of it, but in truth, it’s turning her on even more. She forgets everything except how he feels in her mouth. The width, the length of him - the scent and sensation of Harry - all of him is brilliant. And the noises he’s making! She has never heard him moan like that. Instead of letting it alarm her, it’s done the opposite, and she feels a thick heat coil in her belly in response. She’s the one making him feel like this - she’s the one he can’t get enough of.
She feels his legs tensing on either side of her and then feels his stomach tighten underneath her fingers. He’s chanting her name like a prayer, like a bloody benediction and he’s thrusting forward a bit, unable to help himself. Ginny watches in amazement as Harry lets go - it is such a rare sight - he never lets himself lose control. And yet here he is, allowing her to please him and pleasure him and she knows he’s not thinking about anything except the feel of her mouth moving up and down the length of him…
He cries out as his hands tighten momentarily in her hair and the hot fluid hits the back of her throat. Before Ginny can think about it or even consider her options, she swallowing, drinking him down and she just keeps moving, unsure of when he needs her to stop. Soon Harry is moaning and collapsing backward, one of his hands still lost in her hair…
Ginny removes her mouth and licks her lips, wiping at them with her fingers. Her mouth feels strangely more alive than the rest of her, as though buzzing with electricity. She sits next to him on the bed and gazes at him. His arms are over his eyes and he’s breathing heavily - deep breaths in and deep breaths back out again.
She snuggles down next to him and kisses his chest, and rests her hand in the middle. Eventually he turns his head and looks at her, and there are so many raw emotions on his face that it almost breaks Ginny’s heart.
“I…you…fantastic,” Harry mumbles, reaching out to touch her face. He gazes at her as though she is Christmas morning and treacle tart and the Quidditch World Cup all at once, and she feels her body flush in response.
“I did it okay?”
Ginny doesn’t mean for her voice to sound worried - clearly she did it at least partly right, but still…
”Are you kidding?” Harry asks, sounding bewildered. “That was fucking intense.”
Ginny smiles. “Well, it‘s loosened your prudish tongue, at least.”
Harry snorts at her and then gives her a sly look. “What possessed you to try that now, of all times?”
Ginny shrugs. “Wanted to.”
”And…” Harry pauses, two faint spot of red on his cheeks as he glances away. “It, er, um…I didn’t er, well, I taste okay?”
Ginny nods and leans forward so they can kiss. His eyes are wide behind his glasses, and he still has that look about him - the look that says he still can’t believe what just happened. Ginny recognizes that look for what it is - it is Harry’s utter disbelief that anyone could care that much about him. She swears in that moment that even if it takes the rest of her life, she will make sure that look disappears. Harry will never doubt his worth ever again. Not if she can help it.
”You, er, don’t mind doing that instead of us doing…other things?”
”It turned me on,” Ginny admits, smiling at him. Harry’s eyes widen and then he’s grinning back at her.
”You don’t say?” And suddenly he is there, everywhere, and she giggles. But the giggles soon give way to something more as his hands travel down her body. They are relatively new to sex, the two of them, but already he knows how to drive her crazy with those hands of his.
”Reckon it’s your turn while I recoup my loses here,” Harry mumbles, starting to kiss his way down her chest.
“That’s not why I did it, you know,” Ginny says seriously, before they get carried away. Harry pops his head back up at her tone and frowns slightly.
“I only mean that I did it and will continue to do it, any time you want because I love you, you daft sod.”
Harry’s expression goes from confused to awe at her words and the slight blush has returned to his face but his eyes have a look in them that Ginny is starting to appreciate. It’s his own version of a blazing look and it thrills her down to her toes.
“Let’s get started then,” Harry says smirking. “I want to be just as good at things as you are.” He moves his head back down and Ginny laughs as she lays back. Yes, it is good to try new things, she thinks.
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Chapter 18 of Different light
A/N- I hope you guys like it :)
Warning- Angst! Fluff, swearing and talks of blood.
Pairing- Harry Potter x Malfoy!reader
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The moment you walked into the shop you were instantly welcomed with the chaotic overwhelming joy that the Weasley’s joke shop was filled with, from the start of the shop, to the farthest corner.
Different types of bright objects flew over your head, and past your body, making you swerve and duck as you walked inside and once again admired the store, and the twins ' dedication. You didn’t catch the smile on your face until Draco’s whiny voice broke you from your stupor and made that smile turn upside down. “Can we hurry, all this madness is making my head hurt.”
You roll your eyes and sigh out deeply before you just lazily wave him off. “Sure, sure.”
Draco scoffs and parts his lips to argue, but you walk off beforehand, unknowingly catching the attention of the Weasley twins this time, unlike the last time you visited.
“Well, well,” George smugly said as he suddenly appariated next to you, the sudden sound of two loud pops going off at your aides making you jump and flinch. “Could it be?”
“Our favorite Malfoy?” Fred teased as he leaned forward and tilted his head to meet your terrified gaze. “Are you back from the dead now?” He smirked. “Well I mean since you haven’t visited not once.”
You let out a nervous laugh and step back as you shrug awkwardly, seeing them both turn to keep facing you. “Well, I know, I’m sorry.” You sigh, “I’ve been busy. Y’know,” you rub your wrist and feel a heavy weight set over your heart. “It’s my last year of school, my father is in prison, and well school has been kicking my ass.”
“We’re only teasing you, Malfoy,” George assures you with a half grin. “You don’t need to apologize.”
Your eyes drift to Fred and instantly at the sight of his face you feel a wave of guilt wash over you, feel memories of the last time you talked to him flood your mind. Your shoulders dropped and you could feel your heart race, whilst the words you had been wanting to say to apologize stung your throat. You tried parting your lips as you managed to work up the courage to share what you needed to say, but Fred raised his finger and shook his head to cut you off. “I know what you’re going to say. And don’t. It’s alright. It hurt, I have to admit, but I’m over it now. You’re fine darling.”
A relieved breath of air escapes your lips and you show off a small relieved smile as well. “Really? But the way we—”
“It’s alright,” Fred interjects before he and George grab your shoulders and turn you around to begin walking you through the shop. “Promise.” He smiles widely and rapidly changes the subject. “What has been irking our minds though,”
“Is if you passed your apparition test?” George finished for Fred.
You grin smugly and nod, “aced it!”
They both smile and pat your back before George continues. “Well you did have great teachers.”
“Oh?” You question as you turn around to walk backwards and face them. “Is that so? I don’t recall.”
“We taught you everything you know, Malfoy,” Fred points at you almost offendedly. “Don’t be getting cocky now.”
You chuckle softly and shake your head. “I think neither of you should be getting cocky,” you smirk, “there's a lot of things I taught you both. Without me some of those pranks wouldn’t have happened.” You turn and walk a bit ahead of the boys as you begin to look at the items on shelves, pausing for seconds as you decide if you want to buy them. “For example that prank on Snape, where I fixed your spell and turned his hair into different colors without him knowing. Or,” you add as you put an object down, “when we pranked those Ravenclaw assholes?”
Fred and George snicker and grin proudly at the memory of what the three of you had done. They reminisce on past pranks and then get the idea to offer you something. “Y’know what Malfoy?” George begins. “We could use you here in the joke shop, it’d be loads of fun having you manage the shop with us.”
At the sound of their offer you stop in front of a small pink table in the shop. Not taking long to notice that you had stopped in front of the love potion table until Fred picked up a small flask of the potion, and twisted it in between in his fingers. “You’re meant for a lot of great things, being here could be one of those great things.”
You breathe slowly for a few seconds before you inhale deeply and shakily. Somewhere in your clustered mind the offer tempted you, pulled you this sense of light within your dark mind. But….you couldn’t accept their offer and see the light that called for you.
“I’d love to,” you share quietly as you let out a deep breath, “but I can’t.”
Not only because of what you were tied down to, but because you wanted other things in life. You had other dreams. Being here would be fun. But you couldn’t have it.
“Y/N, are you about done?” Draco’s sudden appearance behind you and the twins cuts you off. “If I stay any longer I’ll puke.”
A groan escapes you, and with clenched fists you slowly turn around alongside the twins to face your beloved brother. “Yes,” you nod stiffly. “I’m done.” Your eyes shift to an object in his hands and you ease a bit out of curiosity. “Are you?”
“I would if I could pay,” he sneers as he hands the Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder to you. “But it seems they’re busy drooling over you, so why don’t you take care of it and meet me outside,” he huffs out. “And make it fast, we have other things to do before we head back to school.”
“Sure,” you brush him off as he’s quick to turn on his heels to storm off.
“He’s delightful as ever,” George remarks sarcastically with a scowl decorating his face, and Freds as well.
You sigh and shrug, “he’s….just being Draco. I’m sorry.” You look at the twins and force a smile. “I’ll just take this I guess.”
Fred and George don’t question the item in your hand and guide you to go ring you up, looking over their shoulders to pick up their previous topic.
“Consider our offer.” George shares with a happier look.
“Yeah,” Fred nods, “we’d love having you here.”
Your eyes fall onto the object in your hand and you smile sadly, knowing it couldn’t ever happen. “I’ll consider it.”
“So why is it you need this for anyway?” You ask Draco as you lift the darkness powder to view it under the light.
“Obviously I have it for emergencies, idiot,” Draco’s snaps bitterly as he turns the hall and aims for the door that began to slowly appear as you made your way to it. “Why else would I have gone into that terrible shop.”
You shrug as you put your hand down, “for fun maybe? I don’t know. If you know what that’s about, anyway.” You snicker, earning a brief warning glare.
“Pfft,” he spits, “as if.” He looks at you over shoulder as you both stop and wait for the doors to open. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself with those blood-traitors though?” Draco smirks, “one holiday without your boyfriend and you’re already talking to other boys.”
Your gaze instantly narrows as he walks forward through the room filled with lost objects, you rush forward and shove him, causing him to giggle softly. “They’re my friends Draco. I can have other friends,” you shove past him and turn one some corner, swerving past stacks of books and seeing Draco walk around and cut you off. “Maybe if you had them, you’d actually know what it’s like.”
Draco fixes his suit jacket and scoffs. “I do have them. Ones that are better than your band of traitors, half-bloods and mud-bloods. Except for Clementine of course.”
You sigh, and look at the passing beams of light casted on the floor that reflected through the windows on the ceiling. “Not like any would be friends for long….” you trail off and come to a mindless stop as you instinctively already know where the cabinet is. “After we….” you swallow thickly and roll your head upward to look away from the floor. “....kill Dumbledore, I doubt I’ll have any friends left.”
Draco’s eyes slide to you and his gaze stays on you for a brief moment as he takes in what you say, the realization of what your actions would cause. It stabbed his heart and left him wounded and hurt. He could see the same thing go through your head, but he made no effort to comfort what could possibly be true. Instead he looked away from you and pulled the cloak off the cabinet, stepping back to look at the enormous and irritating cabinet. “I forgot to tell you, but I told Madam Rosmerta about the Bungbarrel spiced mead.”
You clench your fists and mutter out. “So she’ll deliver it?”
“Yes,” he nods stiffly, opening his clenched fist and offering his hand to you. “Ready?”
Your eyes fall to his hand before you move your hand to wrap it around his, continuing to look up at him and nod in agreement. “Not like we have a choice right?” You don’t expect a response from him, so instead you both look at the cabinet and lift your other hands just a bit to get ready to cast a spell that could mend the cabinet.
“Let’s hope the old man knows what he's talking about,” Draco complained bitterly.
“Right,” you whispered in agreement, proceeding to draw in a deep breath that you held in for a couple seconds, before you released it as both Draco, and you mumble the spell that was given to you by Borgin, that would combine the strength of Draco’s magic and yours to make a powerful spell that could mend the cabinet.
Since the spell didn’t spew out any light, nor smoke, or anything visible, you had to go off by the sight of the Cabinet rattling to know that the spell was working. Or at least that’s what you wanted to think. Neither of you would know until you tested out. But neither of you tried the cabinet after you were done with the spell, you both studied it and noticed that nothing changed visibly.
Instead you both came to a quiet agreement that you’d try later, no matter what Snape had to say about hurrying up. You just both didn’t want to get this over with, unknowingly you both were dragging it out as best as you could. Because after all, the longer you took to fix it, the longer you had to avoid your task, the longer Dumbledore lived. So instead of trying out the cabinet after your spell, you both quietly returned to your common room that at this time of year was as depressing as the rest of the school was.
Unlike the time you spent the holidays here two years ago, this time the school wasn’t filled with festivities or hosting a school dance. School was emptied out as mostly everyone was with their tamiles in their own homes for the holidays. Unlike you and your brother.
But as sad as you were for being here for the holidays, you had to assure yourself that at least you weren’t facing...The Dark Lord, or any of his minions, that at least you didn’t have to be a part of their mission to antagonize Harry and the Weasley family. At least you wouldn't have to carry that guilt….even if you did carry the guilt of knowing.
It was messed up.
You exhale deeply and just as the door opens to your common room, two familiar siblings walk out and cause Draco and you to stop in a brief stunned state.
“Clementine? Blaise?” You gasp as your eyes bounce from both Zabini siblings. “What are you two doing here? Why aren’t you home?”
Blaise sighs and rolls his eyes to avoid looking at either of you. “Clementine made us miss the train.”
Said girl grins smugly and places festive hats on your and Draco’s heads. “Yeah, and now we’re spending Christmas with the both of you. Isn’t that fourtunate?”
Draco and you both turn your heads to share knowing look over the fact that the Zabini's “accidentally” missed their train. But you don’t part your lips to complain, neither of you shared it, but you both appreciated that they had stayed behind to spend the holidays with you.
It was a blissful moment that your brother and you both wished would have lasted longer, instead of having to continue with the life you were living under Voldemort; instead of having to continue with your plan that each day got closer and closer to completion. You wished that you didn’t have to live with a guilt that with each passing day got heavier and weighed you down further into darkness, and made you much more distant.
“Is this seat taken?” You hear Harry Potter's voice ask.
You look from your books and then glance at the seat in front of you, continuing to nod and point. “Well it is now, isn’t it,” you say with a small smile.
Harry let out a small huff of air and took his seat, watching as you continued to do your schoolwork after he sat down. “I haven’t,” he interrupts the library’s silence, “I haven’t seen you all day, are you alright?”
“Mhm,” you hum, as you try not to look into his eyes so as to not give away the guilt ridden look that was spilled all over your face after you heard that...Ron almost died by a poisoned mead bottle. “Since it’s my last year here, I just have been busy trying to get everything done.” Your eyes flicker over to him, but you’re quick to look away from his blue eyes to pretend to concentrate back on your book, before you just bring the topic up without causing suspicion. “I heard about Ron from Hermione, how is he doing?”
“Well beside the matter that he almost died,” Harry remarked bitterly, the anger in his voice for the incident showing quickly. “He’s alright. It was just a scare.”
This time you meet his gaze and smile, “that’s good.” Your eyes shift back to your book and you mentally slap yourself for being so awkward after weeks of pretending that everything was alright. Harry of course, even if he was the chosen one, a special wizard, was oblivious to your emotions and dilemmas; thankfully.
Instead though he leads with something unexpected. “Can I ask you something?” Harry says as he leans forward.
You keep your eyes on your paper and nod, “sure.”
“Who's your mother?”
You freeze and feel your eyes widen a bit, you shift in your seat and slowly drag your eyes up to Harry, who looks at you curiously. Your mind instantly comes up with an answer to his question, ‘Narcissa’ of course, but you knew that’s not what he was looking for. Yet you also wished you had an answer to his question—“I don’t know,” you shrug as you drop your gaze to your arm resting on the table. “My father doesn’t like me bringing her up.”
You sigh and place your quill down to tilt your head and keep looking at Harry. “One time I asked about her, but he got angry that I did, he said that I was disrespecting Narcissa because she raised me since I was young. So I never asked again out of fear.” You look at the snake ring on your finger and scoff. “The only thing that he said was that she wasn’t worth it,” you shake your head and exhale deeply, noticing the guilt in Harry’s eyes and the way he kept shifting uncomfortably. “Narcissa’s sister, Bellatrix, though has a lot to say about her. She never mentions her name, or has anything kind to say, she just glares at me and says, “they were weak. Defector’s. She was a traitorous bitch.” And then she throws “discreet” comments at me when Narcissa isn’t around like, “the apple doesn’t fall from the tree.” Or here’s a good one,” you add a strained chuckle. “Be careful of snakes, just because you feed them doesn’t mean they won’t bite and spread their venom at the first chance they get.”
You sit up straight and just offer Harry an assuring smile as you see the complexity expressed in his face. He tries to part his lips to what you assume is apologize for creating such a thick tension and awkwardness due to the situation, but you just brush him off. “It’s alright though, I don’t let her get to me. I just listen.” You lean forward and knit your eyebrows together to ask, “why so curious though, Hmm?”
“Well,” Harry says nervously as he scratches the back of his head, “when Sirius was alive, he showed me this Family tree of the house of Black and…” Harry trails off and he inhales deeply, flickering his eyes to your hand on the table and back to you, creating an even thicker tension over your heads. He then proceeds to let out his breath shaky and slow, averting your gaze and muttering out what he was hesitating to reveal. “Your name was on the tree…” his eyes slowly slid to you to watch your face drop and lose all color within it. “I-I didn’t see who your mother might be though, I'm sorry. Unlike the others there wasn’t a portrait and it was secluded with just your name, and the branch your name was on was uh broken.”
You blink and sit back in your chair, maintaining your gaze on him even if your attention was miles away. His words raced in your head like an infinite loop, whilst other thoughts began to invade the perimeters of your head, but nothing was coherent, you didn’t know what to think. Your eyes clouded with tears, but not a single drop rolled down your cheek, you didn’t have the need to cry in fact, it was just the impact the news had within you. Which was also confusing.
All you did know to do was sit in silence with the dark cloud of confusion floating overhead.
“I’m sorry,” Harry repeated as he reached for your hand, pulling back slightly as your hand flinched at the unexpected touch. “I shouldn’t have—”
“No,” you cut him off as you manage to focus your eyes on him. “It’s alright, you’ve said more about her than my father ever has.” You offer him a sweet smile and try to reach for this hand, but guilt thriddles you unable to do so. “Thank you, Harry, I appreciate it.” You pull your hands away and hide them inside your sleeves, pulling yourself back to sit slightly slouched as you interrogate him. “Why did you tell me now though? you’ve known for a year now.”
“Well because,” Harry sighs nervously, “it slipped my mind before...and during the holidays, Bellatrix attacked the Weasley house,” his gaze narrowed to expect you to be overly surprised and worried about the shared news, but you gave no such reaction. “And what I saw last year returned to me, and I couldn’t forget what I saw….I had to finally tell you.”
“Hmm,” you nod as you twist your ring around your finger. “Well...thank you, I suppose.” You stand from your chair abruptly with the intention to just wish him a good rest of the day. But you don’t get the chance as he jumps to his feet and stops you.
“Y/N wait.” He grabs your arm and you stay averting his saddened gaze. “I’m sorry, I should’ve told you before, I know.” He pulls you closer to him and keeps trying to meet your gaze. “But let me make it up to you. Let me ask Dumbledore, I’m sure he’ll know about your mother.”
You swallow thickly and blink away from looking at the carpet beneath your feet to slowly look up at him and show him a faint and forced smile. “Alright.” You try to pull your arm away to leave, but as you try, Harry pulls your arm to keep you close to him at the same time, the action you both did simultaneously causes your sleeve to tug back and show off the dark mark that was branded on your skin.
“I,” you stammer in horror as you yank your arm away and slowly step back from his stunned demeanor. “I, I’m sorry.” You whimper before you spin around to storm away hastily, striding down the halls and not daring to look back out of fear you’d see him, or someone else you couldn’t deal with at the moment.
The thoughts in your head raced faster, something that didn’t allow you to focus on anything whilst your heart also pounded within your chest to the point it felt like it hurt. Tears clouded your eyesight again, and this time they rolled down your cheeks. You had intended to run up to the bell tower, however, Harry found a way to cut you off before you could turn the corner to the bell tower stairs.
“Wait y/n, please.” He pleaded.
“No,” you snapped, “you found out, I didn’t want you to. Not like this, but you did and now,” you cry with no tears streaming down your face. “Now it’s all over.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Harry argued as he stepped towards you and caused you to step back towards a brick wall. “Come with me,” he offered you softly, “I can help. You can fight Voldemort alongside me, you don’t have to be scared anymore, you don’t have to hide.”
“Harry,” you plead in a cracked whisper. “Don’t,”
Harry steps towards you again, and again you step back to this time hit the wall with your back. “You’re a kind person, you’re brave and strong, far stronger than any of them.” He continues with his hand reaching yours, “I know you’ll be able to fight because you want to do what’s good.” Harry exhales slowly and tilts his head slightly to meet your watery gaze. “I’ll protect you too, just be with me.”
You let him grab your hand and get closer to you so you could muster the strength to question him. “Even if I’m a Death Eater? Even if I’m a monster who deserves to die?”
“You’re not a monster,” he assures you as he grabs both of your hands and slowly begins to slide his hand up to your cheeks. “And I don’t care if you're a death eater because I...I love you.”
Once again there's the beam of light within the cluster of darkness. You feel yourself running towards the light, the good and warmth. But the eerie and malicious darkness clawed at you, hooked onto your legs and dragged you back further down into the depths of the darkness. You tried to scream, but your mouth was slapped shut by hands covered in a thick and dark liquid. You tried to pull yourself back up, tried to fight, but more hands clawed at you, grabbing every part of your body and dragging you further and further back until the light was nothing but a gleam.
And just when you thought you were going to drown in the darkness, a faint light glowed in the corner.
You break from your stupor, meeting his blue eyes and smiling softly as you cup his hands that were on your cheeks. “Let me think about your offer, okay? I wish it was easy to just say yes and run away, but it isn’t, you understand that?”
“Of course,” Harry nods, “of course I do. Think about it, I’ll wait.”
“Thank you,” you whisper as you gently press your forehead against his. “And will you ask Dumbledore about my mother?”
“I will,” Harry reassured you, “I promise.”
You smile, genuinely smile and thank him one last time.
As flattered, and happy as you were to hear those three words, the ease and blissfulness of hearing those words was short lived. Now Harry had your mind scrambled and divided between two choices; Joining Harry and leaving your family to live a life of more fear after being Voldemort’s runaway, or staying loyal to your family and not causing their deaths.
The choice should be easy. How could someone choose their family's lives over being selfish?
It shouldn’t be a choice.
Yet you treated it as one. And if you were going to choose running away, it had to happen fast now that Draco and you fixed the cabinet the day before. But—
“Y/N,” Clementine nudged your elbow, breaking you from your train of thought to look at where she was pointing at in the middle of the main hall. “Look,” she continues, “Katie Bell. Seems she’s finally better.”
Your jaw drops and your eyes widen as you feel your heart skip a beat as you watch the girl you had accidentally cursed, on her two feet and with a beating heart. You didn’t know whether to be relieved or terrified that she was awake. Does she know who cursed her?
Going off the fact that you were still here, eating in the main hall alongside your classmates, you had to say no. But damn, It’s like you were living in a crazy dream, you had to blink a few times to make sure that she wasn’t some illusion your mind had created.
Katie Bell was in fact alive, parting ways from Harry’s side to join her friends at the end of the table.
“She’s lucky she’s alive,” Blaise comments, whilst your eyes remain on Katie Bell for a few seconds longer.
“I’m surprised she’s alive,” Clementine interjects. “Now all there is to wonder is who did it?”
Your eyes instantly snap to Clementine, at the sound of her comment before they bounce to Blaise as he scoffs and remarks the comment. “No one cursed her. She was just too nosy for her own good. Next time she shouldn’t be opening things that aren’t hers.” Blaise hissed, causing Clementine to just roll her eyes and argue something you didn’t catch as you barely caught Harry, chasing after Draco out of the hall.
Now you wouldn't have thought much of it, perhaps they were just walking out at the same time. But there was a way Harry looked with that scowl on his face and his wand in hand that led you to believe that as you brother stormed out in hurry, and Harry was not so far behind, that there was much more than met eye, a feeling that churned your stomach and made you stand from your seat with the intention to follow.
“Clementine,” you muttered as you began to step away from the table with your eyes still glued to the doors , “get Snape.”
Without waiting for a response you hurried out of the main hall, followed the echoes of hurried footsteps in a quick and desperate pace while you tried to ignore the sound of your pounding heart, and racing thoughts. You tried not to think of the worst and tried to remain calm. Yet you knew both boys, their dislike for one another and your mind couldn’t help but let the worst thoughts control your fear. You continued to hastily turn the halls, only to stop as you heard nothing and were left completely lost on where they could be. Of course you could take a swift guess, but that would be a waste of time if they weren’t there. However, you also couldn’t just stay behind...fuck. Fuck.
You rub your temple with your fingers and take out your wand to perform a spell that would find your brother and your boyfriend. Albeit as you did, as you parted your lips and raised your hand, the sound of nearby crashing pulled your attention to a location you were quick to run over to. Feeling more anxious than ever as your breathing got heavy with the panic coursing through your veins.
Those feelings only heightened as you turned the hall into the bathrooms, noticing the fog, and water that ran out of the room. You even hesitated inside a narrowed hall as an eerie silence had now taken over, you thought; maybe there isn't anything here, but as you slowly walked out of the hall, there he was, Harry, with his wand pointed at something you couldn’t see yet.
As you stepped further into the room, Harry turned his head your way as he heard your footsteps crash on the pool of water on the floor, and through the screen of fog, you noticed him drawn in a deep breath that he held in as you fell to his side and finally saw what he was pointing at.
“Draco?” You mumble in horror as you see him on the floor with blood leaking from parts of his body, and hear him sobbing quietly to himself.
“Draco!” You call again, this time your voice sounding more of a broken cry before you run forward to fall on his side. “I-oh-no, no, please,” you plead in a soft sob as your eyes rapidly scan his body as your mind tries to think of a solution. “Please Draco, please just stay awake.”
Said boy lifts his hand to reach for yours, his tears mixing with the water below him as they fell onto the surface. “Please, don’t leave,” he muttered with a quiver. “It hurts. It hurts.”
Tears stream down your cheeks and you drop your wand to the floor as you grab his cold and pale hand with your both hands, leaning closer to him to assure him. “I won’t, I won’t, I’m going to help,” you assure him as you try not to sob in front of him. “I,” you swallow thickly and flicker your eyes to look at Harry slowly approaching you with a friehngnred look on his face.
“Y/N,” he stammered out as he tried to reach for you. “I’m—”
“No,” you seeth as you glare up at him and pull your shoulder away from his hand. “Stay away.”
“But—” he tries before you sharply cut him off.
“I said leave,” you bellow, “I don’t need your help. You’ve done enough.” You shoot Harry one last raging glare before you return your attention to Draco, to once again think of a solution that didn’t come to mind to whatever Harry had done to him. “It’s okay,” you continue to assure Draco as you brush his hair back, “It’s okay,”
“It hurts,” he repeats quietly.
You bite the inside of your cheek and just as you were going to get angry at yourself for not being able to think of a single spell, more heavy and hurried footsteps sounded on the water. When you look up you see that it’s Professor Snape approaching, you instantly fill with relief.
He takes a moment to stare at Harry, who had remained inside the bathroom for a moment longer. Before he left, you could feel his stare on you, but you didn’t dare to look up at him, instead you stayed by your brother with your hand around his and tried to fight the urge not to cry and yell at Harry for what he did.
Instead you turn to Snape. “Can you help him?”
Said man's dark eyes turn to you and he nods stiffly, “of course.”
Snape doesn’t hesitate to start a spell that begins to heal Draco’s wounds and return the blood that had spilled out of his body.
You watch the red liquid slowly return to Draco, and feel calmer now that he wasn’t in danger, but find yourself looking at the spot where Harry had once stood.
It hurt to think, to know that Harry had hurt Draco, your own boyfriend had hurt your brother. No matter how much you knew they didn’t get along, you never thought Harry was capable of this. You knew that no matter how much Draco talked a big game, he wouldn't hurt Harry this way. And perhaps Harry’s stunned and terrified expression told a different story mere moments ago, but he still did it. He still hurt Draco, and that’s the worst thing he could possibly do.
It made your answer to his question from last night clear.
You couldn’t and weren’t going to run away with him. No matter how much that had tempted you before.
Now you clearly knew as you returned your gaze to Draco still shaken up with fear and pain.
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Professor: Alright, these muggle contraptions are called 'toasters'. I have provided you and your partners with bread slices, and instructions on how to opperate it.
Ron: What do they do
Hermione: Ron, a toaster is probably going to toast things. This bread. And we have instructions.
Ron: Oh, well great timing, I'm starving.
Draco: *shrieking* Blaise get that bloody piece of metal away from me
Blaise: Draco, it's not going to hurt you-
*toaster dings* *high pitched screaming followed by Draco climbing onto Blaise*
Me: Fred, you're putting it in wrong
Fred:*winking* that's what she said
Me: *blushing* you dirty minded whore I meant THE BREAD AND YOU KNOW IT
Cho: Harry, you live with muggles, correct? Do you know how to use it?
Harry: *blushing* Yeah, I mean-er, kinda, like you take the bread *drops it*
Cedric, who is nearby: *picks up bread slice* Here you go, Harry :)
Harry: *blushing intensifies* t-tha- thank you *bi panic*
Professor: Why am I even teaching still
I cant forgive J. K. Rowling for killing Fred. She could have killed Percy.
Being 'Perfect' doesn't mean you're important!
*everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*
Hermione: So, who broke it? I'm not mad, I just want to know.
Fred: ... I did. I broke it.
Hermione: No. No, you didn't. George?
George: Don't look at me. Look at Lee.
Lee: What?! I didn't break it!
George: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?
Lee: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.
Lee: No, it's not!
Harry: If it matters, probably not, but Ron was the last one to use it.
Ron: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!
Harry: Oh, really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
Ron: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Harry!
Fred: Okay, let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Hermione.
Hermione: No! Who broke it?
Harry: Hermione... George's been really quiet.
*everyone starts arguing*
Hermione, being interviwed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.
Hermione: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.
Hermione: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.