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Harry Potter:

Harry Potter Characters’ favorite place to kiss you headcanon’s

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ronald Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Series: Behind Closed Doors

Seamus Finnigan (?)

Neville Longbottom

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Ginny Weasley

Hogwarts Legacy 

Sebastian Sallow 

Ominis Gaunt 

Garreth Weasley 

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Avatar: The Way of Water 

Lo’ak

Ao’nung 

Neteyam 

Roxto

New Account

IVE BEEN INACTIVE FOR FOREVER!!! And im sorry for that, But! I’m restarting my account, and im going to try and write more this summer.

My new account is @sonolynn, and i haven’t posted anything but it felt right to let everyone know.

literally haven’t been active in…a hot minute LMFAO 😭

Truth is i’ve actually started to world build and plan out an ACTUAL novel??? LIKE IM WRITING A BOOK??? gonna go crazy guys

anyways, yeah, let me know if I should post about my characters and such 🎀

Two Birds-Fred Weasly

A/n: If you know the song, you know where this is going. Sorry if this is bad, the creative juices just aren’t flowing and I can literally not even come up with good stuff for the requests I have, I’m so sorry. 

Word Count:

Warnings: Mentions of Death; not proof

You and Fred were like two birds of a feather, you both shared attributes and you both had nicks that made you different. Yet, no matter how different or similar you seemed to be, you two were inseparable. 

Fred would watch as you danced around the common room, fire illuminating your body and your pajamas swaying along with you. He smiled, he knew how much he loved you, and he knew how much he couldn’t be away from you. He wanted to be with you in life and in death. 

You stopped dancing for a second to catch your breath, you looked over your shoulder and saw Fred sitting on the couch, smiling at you with his arms resting gently on his knees. 

“Aren’t you going to join me Freddie?” You asked, holding out a hand for him. 

Fred shook his head, smiling softly at you. “I will in a minute.” He answered. You didn’t complain, you just turned the radio up and continued your little dance, while Fred watched you with loving eyes. 

He didn’t get up to dance with you. He was a liar. 

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You paced anxiously around the kitchen, waiting for everyone to return back from the ‘mission’. You bite your lip and just wait. Suddenly, people burst through the door, you didn’t see much, but before you knew it, they were placing George on the couch. He was bleeding from the side of his face and he seemed to be bleeding pretty heavily. 

Fred walked over to you after talking with George. He smiled at you, before pulling you into a tight hug. You sighed into his chest and tightened your grip on his waist. Fred kissed your head before pulling away from you, and taking a quick glance at his brother on the couch. 

“Freddie, is he okay?” 

“He’ll be fine, love. If he can make jokes I'm sure he’ll recover soon enough.” You smiled, but you quickly pulled away from and examined him for any cuts or wounds that he could have gotten.  Fred laughed at you and held your hand in his, bringing your face up to meet his eyes. You looked into his eyes, and for a second, a very split second, you saw your future in them. You saw yourself walking down the aisle, watching as he smiles at you with tears forming in his eyes. You saw the kids you would have with him, and you saw yourself sending them off to Hogwarts later in life.Fred smiled, as he thought of the same exact thing, and he pulled you in for another hug. He knew that you too were meant to be together, he wouldn’t let anything get in the way of that.

“Let's be together forever Y/n.”

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You heard screams of grief flood through the walls that were remaining of Hogwarts. You walked through the doors, the little flame of hope continued to spark in your chest as you searched for people you knew, people you prayed weren’t there. 

You spun around while walking, looking at all the people grieving, until you saw a group of red hair all huddled together. Your heart dropped as you froze and watched as Ron hunched over the body on the floor. Your heart sinks as you start walking towards the group, repeatedly whispering ‘no, no no no’ to yourself as you still hadn't seen the one that you were truly looking for. 

Ron saw you first and gave you a look that just screamed sympathy. He knew that the grief he felt for the loss of his brother was different than yours, and all he could do was be there with you while both of you grieved. 

Ron got up and hugged you tightly. You get your knees give in and your body falls as you screamed and hugged Ron back. You cried in his chest for a while, and he just held you close. You looked back over Ron’s shoulder and watched the lifeless body of Fred stay still, laying on the floor. 

“You said that we would be together forever.” You whispered to yourself, tears continuing to flow down your cheeks. Clearly, forever wasn’t meant to be. He was a liar.

Behind Closed Doors-Chapter Five

A/N: I’M BACKKKKKKK

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: None that I’m aware of

IMPORTANT THINGS: Your last name is Barlowe (Bar-Low) cause it sounds good. Its now the start of winter of your third year. The reader is a Hufflepuff for the sake of the tropes that I am using, if you want to change it go ahead! I just would suggest to not change it to Slytherin because then the tropes wouldn’t make much sense. Enjoy!!

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“Granger and B.Barlowe.”

Bennett froze, he was staring at his text book, wondering what in the god lord's name this Transfiguration book was saying when he heard the last name. He had never really paid attention to the people inside of this particular class, since most of his friends were in Slytherin and Ravenclaw, he really had no need too. But when he turned to look for the person called, his eyes met with the same bright brown ones he had bumped into earlier.

He smiled at her and she just straightened her shoulders, giving him absolutely no reaction in response. She walked over to him, placing her textbook, and what looked to Bennett as seventy million pages of notes, down onto the table. Without so much as to speak one word to Bennett, Hermoine opened her textbook and began reading through the assignment.

“Hi.”

Silence.

“Hellooo?”

Silence again.

“Are you deaf or just ignoring me?”

Hermione gave him a look, and sighed as she closed her textbook. Bennett felt intimidated by the sudden sternness that crossed her face. He was never intimidated by people, except for his sister, and of course his mom. Just thinking about his mom sent shivers down his spine.

“Listen, Bennett is it? I’m not interested in you, I don’t go for people like you.”

“Excuse me? People like me?”

“As in, players. I know what you’re like, and I am not interested.” She stated, a firm look on her face.

“Huh, that's such a shame, but I was not interested in you.” Liar.

“Glad we established that.” Was all she said before she turned her head back and she went back to reading about the assignment. Bennett looked at his book, to the clock, and back to his book. He couldn’t stay focused on anything, so of course he was going to find anything to keep him distracted.

“So…Granger, you like anyone?” Bennett asked, a mischievous smile plastered across his face. Hermione looked over at him, a perplexed look on her face.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Well you know, someone you’re infatuated with?”

“Not necessarily no.” Bennett looked down and laughed to himself, he mumbled something inaudible to Hermione.

“What was that?”

“What if one of your friends like someone you despised.” Hermione looked at him in confusion, waiting for him to explain what he had just said. “I mean, what if say like, Ron or Ginny liked someone that bullied you.”

Hermione laughed and looked at Bennett, and for the first time in a while he felt at peace. Listening to such a beautiful sound made his heart jump and he blushed while he looked at the way Hermione’s face scrunched in such a cute way while she laughed.

“That’s ridiculous, I mean, who could like someone that’s rude to them?” She laughed. But Bennett stayed quiet. “Surely you don’t know someone who likes…a bully?” Bennett just nodded and Hermoine looked at him.

“Can you tell me about them?” She asked, and for once, Hermione Granger was not paying attention.Instead, she focused on the flow of Bennett’s voice, the way he laughed about parts in the story and how his eyebrows moved together when he looked angry. They talked the whole class, Hermione enjoying the sound of Bennett talking, and Bennet just happy that he had someone to talk to.

In the corner of the class, Calum laughed to himself and shook his head. He felt a light tap on his shoulder and looked over his shoulder at the direction of the tap. He was met by a pair of circle glasses and a look of question.

“What do you think’s going on with Bennett and Hermione? Do you think that…” Harry trailed off, waiting for Calum to answer a question he didn’t ask.

“Like each other?” Calum paused, looking over at them, watching closely as Bennett smiled at Hermione, his eye’s watching her face closely as she talked, he seemed to actually be engaged in what she was saying, and nonetheless, Bennett looked at her as if she was the only girl in all of Hogwarts. “Yeah, I suppose my brother does fancy her.” Calum looked over at Harry and smiled, before returning back to his textbook, Harry just shook his head and laughed before he took one last glance at Calum and returned to reading. ------------------------------------------------------------You distracted yourself for basically the whole week leading up to the date that you had scheduled with Draco. Your mind raced back and forth between trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t a bad idea, and that it was a bad idea. He was the enemy, but you couldn’t stop yourself from taking glances at him, watching his charming smile and wanting to kiss him. It sickened you how badly you felt for betraying your brother's wishes, how hurt you knew Calum would be if he had known, how angry Bennet would be. You didn’t wanna think about it too much, it hurt you to think about.

The snow fell around you, and you watched it fall, something about the snow falling set you at ease. It felt nice to just stand out in the open, enjoying the smell and the feel of the snow. Suddenly, you felt a light tap on your shoulder, you looked around and were met with the smiling face of Draco Malfoy. His hat neatly covered his ears and his gloves hugged his hands, and the smile on his face was genuine, it was a small smile and it made your heart flutter.

“Hope I didn’t make you wait for forever.” All you could do was nod, you didn’t feel appropriate smiling back at him, but you wanted to be polite so you just nodded at him.

The walk to Hogsmeade was nothing special. You didn’t really talk with Draco, you two just walked and you enjoyed the presence of the snow falling around you, while Draco enjoyed the view, his view however was the quick glances that he had snuck every few minutes. He was enjoying just watching you walk and how you softly smiled at the beautiful scene painted out in front of you. Draco felt a dreaded feeling down in his stomach, as if something was going to go wrong, but he tried his best to ignore the feeling.

He knew what you were feeling, and he wanted to help you escape from whatever had clouded your mind that day. He had not regretted that he asked you out, nor had he regretted kissing you. But, he felt as if he did do something wrong in the scheme of things, as if asking you out was a mistake on his part, sure he had liked you, and thought you were pretty, but did he really want this?

The date had gone well, Draco had treated you to getting whatever you had wanted at Honeydukes, and now, you two had sat down at The Three Broomsticks to have a butterbeer before you headed back. You sat awkwardly, scared to say anything at first but also eager to say something. And Draco felt the same, he had felt like you wanted to tell him something, or that he should say something, but instead he just sat and drank his butterbeer.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You announced, quickly standing up from your chair and hurrying to the bathroom before you even got a confirmation from Draco.

Draco didn’t question it, he watched as you walked off and smiled to himself.

‘Cute’ He thought to himself. He was about to get up and wait outside for you before he heard a familiar voice calling his name.

“Malfoy. MALFOY.” The whisper grew more coherent the more it screamed his name. He turned his head to look at the voice and behold he saw none other than his “best mate” Blaise.

“What could you possibly want Zabini?”

“Calm down mr.stick-up-his-ass. I was gonna ask you what you were doing here?”

Draco stared at Blaise, puzzled. Had Blaise not noticed why he was here? Or at least, who he was sitting with?

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, are you seriously on a date with a Barlowe? You’re not, are you?”

Draco felt his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. What would he say? His first instinct was to deny it, to deny the fact that he was on a date with you, and the other wanted to scream it from the rooftops. But, Draco’s mind was clouded with his own self image, and how his friends would react to the information, how his family would react if they had found out he was saying a half-blood hufflepuff. He didn’t even want to think about the talk that his father would have with him about it, so, he did what he thought was best to do.

“No, of course not. She practically begged me to come out here with her! I was originally going to say no, but considering how desperate she was, I felt bad.”

You heard the laugh follow after the statement. The statement broke your heart and what bothered you most is that it seemed to flow so freely from his mouth, as if he had been planning on saying that the whole time, like he was rehearsing it, over and over again until it was just right. You hadn’t expected this, and truly, you felt stupid. You should’ve known that Draco didn’t actually like you, I mean why would he?

You were just another pawn in his game, another trophy just for him to put on his shelf of insolence. You hated how ignorant you had been, so ignorant to the fact that your brothers were right, you should've never have gotten involved with Draco and you hated yourself for it. You couldn’t help it as you felt the tears slowly fall from your eyes. You tried your best to fix it before you went back to the table to grab your things.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Draco asked. His voice was mended with the sound of concern, whether that concern was real or not you would never know, because you picked up your things and ran out of the restaurant, ignoring Draco’s desperate calls behind you.

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It was as Calum and Bennett had super powers, because as soon as they ran through the Hufflepuff door, they were sitting on the couch waiting for you, a desolate look sitting on their faces.

You looked over at them, and fake smiled as best you could, but you know it was meaningless. Bennett stood up and walked over to you with his arms out, you immediately dropped your things and ran into his arms, hugging him as hard as you could and barring your face into his chest, as if it was a way to hide from your shame and embarrassment.

“He-he- he said that he-”

“Shhh it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me.” You sobbed in his chest as he guided you over to the couch, placing you between him and Calum.

“Y/n/n. It’s okay.” Calum said. He places a hand on your shoulder and rubbed it gently, trying his best to calm him down, but his efforts only made you more mad.

“No it’s not Calum! I was so stupid, why would i ever think he would like me back.”

“What are you talking about Y/n?” He asked, Bennett swatted his arm, causing Calum to glare at him, but shortly return his attention back to you.

“Draco. Calum I like Draco.” A silence fell over the three of you, Calum sat in shock and all you could do was cry into your hands. Calum didn’t make a big deal of the news though, all he did was nod and pull yoh in for a hug.

“Calum he, he said that I begged him to go out with me. That-that he only went out with me cause Inwas desperate, and cause he felt bad.” Calum nodded and rubbed your back, glancing at Bennett before he pulled you back from him, and motioning you towards him.

“Listen Y/n, you don’t need him. He’s not good enough for you.”

“Ha. Yeah sure. Calum his Draco Malfoy, one of the richest and most popular kids in school.”

“Y/n/n. He’s one of the most popular because people are scared of him. They don’t like him for his personality, infacg, many few people like him at all.” Bennet interjected. You glared at him and he stuck his tongue out at you, you tried to keep a straight face but you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

You sighed as you willed your tears, and laid your head on Bennett’s shoulder, you felt yourself slowly falling asleep, your body not wanting to deal with the effects of today for much longer.

Bennett looked at Calum and sighed.

“This is what I was afraid of Cay. He’s gonna send her crying to us so many times, we won’t be able to count it on our fingers.”

“Ben. Come on. I mean, it was just one time.”

“One time? Did you not listen to what he said to her?”

Calum looked down, and he groaned. “Why couldn’t she have just liked someone like Harry, or Ron, or fucking Cedric for crying out loud?”

“I don’t know. But, from now on. Don’t let Malfoy anywhere near her. You got it?”

Calum looked down at your sleeping form, you looked so peaceful and it was refreshing to see you without a look of sadness or stress on your face, and he nodded. Calum and Bennet were going to do whatever they could to protect you and your fragile heart. Not even just because they didn’t like Draco (although it is a reason) but because they knew how he was going to treat you, and how he was going to make you feel like a choice.

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Draco stood in the middle of the hall looking for you the next day. His anxiety creeped up on him very late in the night when he realized that maybe you had heard what he said. Never in a million years did Draco think that he would be so scared to apologize to someone, let alone apologize to someone in general.

He looked around frantically for your smaller form. He felt like an idiot standing in the middle of the hallway, looking as if someone had stood HIM up, and not the other way around this time. When he finally saw you, you were with your brothers, a smile spread across your face. And when he saw that smile, he gripped his bag tighter and sucked in a breath. His heart skipped a beat and he watched as you walked forward, the smile still evident on your face. The smile went away almost as soon as he approved you however.

“Y/n, hey uhm. Can I talk to you for a minute?…Alone.” He halted at your brothers and your brothers glared back, they wouldn’t give in to just letting him be alone with you so easily.

“No.” Draco looked at you confused.

“No? Just no?”

“Yes. Just no.”

You started to walk forward, your brothers trailing bend in you when Draco went to grab your wrist. He was interred by Bennett grabbing his hand and squeezing as hard as he could on it. You turned around when you heard Draco’s yelp of pain, and you swatted Bennett’s hand away, a warning look spread across your face.

“Why? Why just no?” Draco asked before you could have the chance to walk away. You faced him, an innocent smile on your cheeks.

“I wouldn’t wanna make you feel bad now would I? Not would I wanna make myself look…desperate .” With those words you smiled at him before continuingl to walk and talk with your brothers. You left Draco standing there in shock. You had heard what he ask yesterday and he could feel his heart stop and his breathing quicken.

Oh how foolish he was! How could he have said something so insolent and stupid just to protect his own image? Truth was he knew why, he knew he didn’t want people to know you two went out on a date together for the main reason being that he just couldn’t let his reputation slip from his hands. He wouldn’t let his father barrad him for another thing. And he was sure that he wasn’t going to risk the approval of his father, and the oh so precious reputation that he had built up, just for a silly girl.

Or would he?

Behind Closed Doors- Chapter Four

A/n: Chapter four is finally out!! Remember, this has themes of abuse so please don’t if you are sensitive to this topic!!!

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, swearing, mentions of blood, and death. This chapter can hit hard for some people so I’m warning you guys to read casually if you don’t deal well with topics of abuse.  

IMPORTANT THINGS: Your last name is Barlowe (Bar-Low) because it sounds cool. It’s now more of the start of the winter of your third year because I changed my mind. The reader is a Hufflepuff for the sake of my tropes, but if you’d like to change it go ahead! I would suggest just not being a Slytherin because than the tropes wouldn’t make too much sense.  Enjoy!!!

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You sat in a desolate space outside of the castle's walls. The darkness engulfed you in a warm and somewhat comforting hug as you sat and thought about everything. You had vowed with yourself that you would make yourself hate Draco Malfoy for the sake of your brothers, that you would do anything to make yourself lose the intense feelings you had for the blonde. But you just couldn’t make yourself hate him no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many times he insulted your brothers or how many times he made you feel insignificant. 

You listened to the sweet sounds of the babbling brook, the birds slightly singing and the rest of the sweet sounds of nature as you took it all in, you were truly alone, but you did not mind it. You enjoyed being alone. It gave you time to actually sit down and think without going crazy because of your brothers, or should you say brother.

The wind grew colder and you felt a presence sit next to you in the grass. You looked over to your side and you saw the blonde head of hair you were so infatuated with. You didn’t say anything, you felt at peace with him. You didn’t feel like you had to hide anything, you didn’t feel like you needed to run. You just felt like you needed to sit with him, and be with him. And damn did it feel good to not worry about it for once. 

You felt your hand crawl towards Draco’s. No words were spoken, but you felt at home, and more importantly at peace. Draco’s hand felt warm against your cold ones. And you looked at him and admired his features. You saw him smile and look at you, and yet, still no words were exchanged between you too. You felt your heart skip a beat as you saw him moving closer to you. You leaned in yourself and you felt your lips linger in place for a second before finally meeting. 

You grabbed his face, and you deepened the kiss. You felt Draco’s hands run down your hips, and push you to the ground. He was hovering on top of you as he held your face in one hand, and your hip in the other. Your lips moved in sync and you felt the warmth in your stomach grow. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and for once you felt so at peace. You had longed to kiss Draco, and it felt like heaven. You never wanted it to end. Until it did. 

You felt ice cold water being splashed on your face causing you to wake up suddenly from your peaceful dream. 

“WHAT DID I TELL YOU TWO? YOU LEAVE HER ALONE WHILE SHE’S TRYING TO SLEEP, SHE NEEDS TO RECOVER!” Madam Pomfrey yelled. Her voice rang in your eyes and caused you to flinch at the sudden booming effect coming from her. 

Your head throbbed and your throat felt very dry, you were still trying to get over your unrealistic dream, so the combination of loud yelling, head throbbing, and sudden cold water being drenched on your face didn’t help at all. You looked around the white room, eyes still adjusting to the sudden brightness of it that you hadn’t acknowledged your brothers standing side by side of your bed. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Calum asked calmly. Calum was always gentle, he knew and when not to be extravagant and at thighs time, he was choosing to be more soft spoken than Bennett was. 

“OH FOR FUCKS SAKE YOU SCARED ME!” Bennett, who looked as if he had been crying, threw the cup from his hands and grabbed you by your aching shoulders. “ARE YOU OKAY?” He, once again, screamed. 

You pushed your brother away, mumbling quietly about your head throbbing before laying back down on the bed. 

“I feel like shit.” Was all you said, but your brothers must’ve understood. 

“Language Mrs.Barlowe. But, It’s expected that no one feels great when getting hit in the temple by a bludger. But, recovery should only take at most two days.” Madam Pomfrey paused before she mixed the liquid in her hand and handed it to you. “This is a painkiller. Take it and sit for about an hour. I’ll release you when I feel comfortable in your ability to function.” She smiled at you as she watched you drink it. 

It tasted like swamp water, but you didn’t complain. You took it in hopes that your blinding headache would subside. 

“Now, when I release you, you come straight back to me if you’re feeling any type of symptom. Nausea, headaches, fatigue, anything that’s out of the normal for you, Okay dear?” She added. You smiled at her and nodded, handing her the glass vile back carefully and watching as she walked away from you. 

“So, is your headache really that bad?” Calum asked, you groaned dramatically and looked over at him. 

“Yes it is. It feels like someone is taking a spiked bat to my cranium every five seconds.” Bennet laughed at this, while Calum looked at you apologetically. “Who threw that bloody Bludger anyways?” You asked, Bennet stopped laughing and looked at Calum. 

“Did you see who did it?” Bennett asked, Calum shook his head.

“You’ve been out for a day or so, I was really worried about you.” You smiled at Calum and weakly punched his shoulder. 

“You gonna be at quidditch practice tomorrow?” Bennett asked. You knew he probably meant it to be a joke, but yet you still rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him, him doing the same.

“No she is not, but as of right now, what matters more is you getting rest. Come on Ben, we have potions soon anyways.” Calum kissed your forehead lightly before grabbing his books and getting up to leave. You examined him carefully, watching as his demeanor changed as he got up to leave. You could sense that something was wrong, that something was bothering him or as if he wanted to say something, but Calum held his tongue like he always did and he smiled at you. “I promise I’ll get you all the homework for our classes later okay?” You nodded and reached up to give him a hug, he smiled and reached down to you, hugging you tightly. The smell of lavender hit you as you inhaled his scent. 

“Love you Cay.” 

“Love you too Y/n/n. Come on Bennett.” Was the last thing Calum said before he walked away from your bed, not forgetting to give Mrs.Pomfrey a ‘Thank You’ before leaving. 

“Yeah whatever I’m coming.” Bennett turned to you and sat down. You looked at him in confusion, but remembered that Bennett had a history of being late to class, and nor did he particularly care. 

“Listen, Y/n,” Bennett stopped, trying to form the words correctly. Bennett was never the most well-spoken person, but, if you let him think, he would say things that would baffle even Dumbledore himself.  “You’re my sister. You’re also my best friend so that's why I feel like I have the right to say this.” 

“Yeah?”

“I don’t like that you like Malfoy.” Oh. “I don’t like it at all. He's a horrible person Y/n. You’re allowed to like who you like but I won’t let you like him.” 

You felt your throat start to become even dryer than it was before. You looked down at your hands, avoiding eye contact with him as if it was going to make him disappear. You knew it was going to come down to this, as much as you tried to deny your feelings or shove them so far inside you that nobody could see them, Bennett and Calum always saw right through you. You were like an open book to them, there was nothing about you that they didn’t know. 

“I’m not gonna do anything to stop you I guess. I hate that you like him. But it comes down to a decision.” Bennett paused looking at you with the most serious face you have ever seen him have. 

“It’s either us, or it's him.” Was all he said before picking up his books and leaving. He didn’t say anything more, nor did he even spare you a glance as he walked out from the hospital wing. The obvious decision was your brothers, I mean, why wouldn’t it be, right?

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Bennett walked out of the Hospital wing with a heavy heart. He hated making you choose between your brothers or Draco, but he knew that he had to one day. Bennett was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t see the shorter figure of a girl walking in front of him. 

In an instant he crashed into a smaller girl. Her brown hair, messy as always, flew back along with the rest of her body as she started falling backward at the sudden collision. Luckily, Bennett caught her just in time before she fell. He grabbed her hand and  pulled her up to his chest as an attempt to save her from falling. 

He stared into her bright brown eyes and smiled sheepishly before quickly pulling himself back together. He pulled away from her, picking up her books for her before picking up his own. 

He studied her face and saw her pale complexion, complemented by the light ring of blush on her cheeks. 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to.” He apologized. The girl looked up at him and blushed even more, she smiled and took her books from his hand.

“It’s fine, don't worry about it.” She said, before she walked away Bennett grabbed her by her arm and looked her in her eye. 

“What's your name?”

“My name? Oh its-”

“Hermione, come on we gotta go!” Harry yelled from a distance. Hermione looked back at Bennett and smiled once more before running off to meet with Harry. 

“Hermione.” he whispered to himself before he tightened his grips on his books and strutted off to class. 

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You stared at the blank ceiling above you, counting the cracks being the only thing that was keeping you occupied. You thought to yourself, random thoughts that had no substance. Like,

Homework, what's for lunch, Draco, How was Bennett and Calum doing, Draco, quidditch practice, oh and did I mention Draco?

You groaned as your thoughts consumed you, not being able to distract yourself from Draco. Nothing helped you, and you could never go six seconds without thinking about him. And instead of being filled with the usual fuzzy feelings of liking someone, you were filled with the feelings of guilt and insolence. Your brother had made it clear that by choosing Draco you would be disappointing him, and, worse, choosing a boy over your own family. 

You were adamant about staying all day in that crunchy and extremely uncomfortable hospital bed, but you heard the giant doors of the wing open and close, a small conversion, and then steps towards your bed. 

“Barlowe.” The voice said. You looked up and immediately felt a cold rush of wind fall in front of you. You saw Draco, his hair sticking to his face with sweat beads coming from his forehead. His quidditch sweater hugged his body in all the right ways that made your brain go fuzzy. His eyes, which seemed to be glazed over, while they scanned your body. 

“What could you possibly want, Malfoy?” You asked, you felt like you knew the answer to your so obvious question, but you felt in the mood to poke and prod at someone

“I’m here to see you, isn’t it obvious.” He responded sarcastically. You rolled your eyes and sat up straighter, looking up into his gray eyes. “And I came to take you out on a walk. Madam Pomfrey said you should get a little air. 

“I’m not going on a walk with you.” 

“Why not?” 

“Because I can’t control myself around you.” 

The words flew from your mouth before you could snatch them back and gulp them back down. You stared at Draco, expecting some type of cocky reaction to come from him, and of course you expected right. You saw his shoulders straighten along with his posture, his eyes found a little more light and you sighed to yourself as you saw the effects of your words take place. 

“Most girls can’t love.” 

“Whatever Malfoy, let's hurry this shit up.” 

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You breathed in the fresh air as you walked outside. The winter air hitting your face like a brick, but it somehow gave you comfort. You walked, the yellow and black scarf wrapped around your neck tightly. 

Draco stared at you and he swore he saw the snowflakes stop, the wind slowed down and it was like a mental picture for him. He looked at your reddened cheeks from the cold, your smile as you walked alongside him, and how you held your hands closely to your chest. 

Draco smiled as he walked with you. He reached forward and grabbed a piece of your hair, placing it neatly behind your ear. He watched as your shoulders tensed and your cheeks get redder. 

“Don’t do that.” You said, pushing his hand away and putting on the meanest look you could. But, deep inside, your heart skipped a beat and you jumped for joy. Your brain gave you a mental smack, as you reminded yourself that Draco has probably done this with ten other girls if not a lot more. 

“Why not? Because you can’t control yourself around me?” Draco mocked. You pulled the fakest laugh you could and swatted his shoulder. Draco pretended to be hurt, fake crying and shortly after laughing. You rolled your eyes, and looked around to find a place to sit. 

“There. Let's sit down for a moment.” You said, you didn’t wait for Draco, you just walked yourself over and sat down on the bench. Draco followed soon after, taking a seat a little too close to you, but you didn’t verbally complain. 

Draco and you sat in awkward silence for a couple minutes, watching as the snow fell from the sky and landed softly on the ground. You were alright with just sitting in silence before being whisked off to your dorm room for some mandatory rest, per Mrs.Pomfrey’s request. But, Draco had other plans.

“Can I ask you something?”

“No.”

“Okay well I’m going to anyways,” Draco faced you, looking at you with those gray eyes that made you melt almost every time. “Why do you feel nervous talking about your dad? And why do your brothers get into physical fights every time they get compared to him? I know he’s in Azkaban but what did he do?” 

You sighed. It was always a hard topic, your father that is. You had no problem telling select few people about it, people that you truly trusted. So you had no idea why you started to tell Draco.

“Well, to start he was never there. I can’t remember one birthday when he was actually there. He would always show up the next day with a pair of socks for each one of my siblings. He always got them mixed up, especially me Bennett and Calum’s. But, one day, me, Bennett and Calum came home from a sports practice, and my mother was on the floor. My oldest sister was crying, she had blood on her head and my younger brother was nowhere to be found. When we calmed my sister down and asked her what happened, all she said was that ‘dad snapped’. I don’t know why he did but he did. He abused us for a while, before my mom finally had enough and she sneaked all of us out in the middle of the night and we took the first flight to England.”

Draco stayed quiet, the story was a lot to process for anyone, and you knew you shouldn’t have spilled all of this to him, but you felt like you could trust him oddly. 

“Your younger brother, what happened to him?” He asked. You smiled sadly to yourself as you felt tears weld up in your eyes.

“His name was Ryder. He was only about seven or eight. Right now I think he would be around eleven or twelve. But, Ryder just, he ran away. And I never saw him again, none of us did. He’s just gone. Mom and Celia, my older sister, assume he’s dead. But, I think he’s alive somewhere.”

Draco nodded, all he could do was nod, and it’s not like you expected him to say anything. But you felt good saying it, and he didn’t do the whole “if you ever need someone to talk to, you can talk to me” mantra. Instead, he just nodded and looked ahead of him. 

You too sat in silence for another five minutes. You felt your hands start to freeze, so you got up and you started to walk away. Not before you heard Draco abruptly get up from his seat and grab your hand, turning you around to face him. You looked at him in confusion for a second before he pulled you closer to him. 

Your lips collide. In real life this time, and even if this wasn’t a dream, it felt like one. The way his lips felt on yours made your heart stop, and you felt yourself deepening the kiss, placing your hands on his arms and holding them as a way to secure your position. His hands found their way to the sides of your face. Your lips moved in sync as the snow fell at the sides of the two of you. You felt warm, and he felt fuzzy. Draco pulled away for a second and looked in your eyes. 

“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” He laughed. You smiled and went for another kiss, but Draco pulled away. “You’ll get another kiss, if you promise me you’ll go on a date with me this weekend?” You nodded, eagerly wanting to reconnect your lips. Draco mouthed something before he reconnected your lips. Your lips danced one last time before you pulled away. 

“I guess I’ll see you on Saturday?” 

“Yeah, Saturday.” Was all he said while you walked away. Draco smiled widely to himself as he watched you walk away. He couldn’t deny that he was excited, he mentally planned the whole day in his head as he walked back to the Slytherin common room. And you cursed at yourself. How could you possibly be discreet about a date with Draco? You didn’t know how you would do it but you convinced yourself that you would.

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Behind closed doors chapter four is coming out in a couple minutes, but, I will say there is a whole section just talking about abuse. I understand that this topic is a tough topic for people, and if you suffer from abuse or have suffered from abuse, or even just get anxious when reading about abuse, than I suggest you skip or glaze over the part that mentions it. I do not want anyone to feel unsafe or feel uncomfortable when reading, so if necessary I will change the reader’s background story to something less extensive. But, hopefully you guys enjoy it despite the themes of abuse. 

A/N

So, for everyone wondering, yes, behind closed doors is being worked on right now and yes it is going to be posted late. I’m extremely tired from school and work so I couldn’t finish it today, I'm hoping to get it done by tomorrow. 

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Fireplace-Harry Potter

A/n: Uhhhh, thought I would do a mini fic for Harry. It might be bad because im really tired but enjoy anyways <3333

Word Count: 440

Warnings: Might be bad, pulled this straight out of my ass.

Harry sighed to himself as he looked at the paper in front of him. He rubbed his temple, taking his glasses off as he felt a sudden headache coming on. You noticed Harry’s sudden change in demeanor when you walked in, and you smiled to yourself as you walked up to the boy and started rubbing his shoulders. 

“What's wrong pretty boy? Being the chosen one too hard?” You joked. Harry laughed as he grabbed your hand and slid it to his mouth, giving it a warm, but soft kiss. 

“You have no idea love.” 

You made your way around the couch and sat next to Harry. Smoothing down his hair as you patted your lap. Harry smiled and laid down vertically on the couch, resting his head on your soft and plump thighs. Harry sighed in content at the sudden sense of comfort waving through his body as he felt himself relax at the touch of your hands through his hair. 

“You would think that since your the chosen one they would give you less work.” 

Harry rolled his eyes and looked up at you. 

“If you make one more chosen one joke I will actually kill you.” You laughed at his empty threat as you took his glasses from his hands and set them gently on the coffee table next to you. 

“Y/n, I need those.”

“Why?”

“Well, cause I have to get up in a minute and finish my essay.” You smiled down at Harry and kissed his nose. 

“You’re taking a break Harry.” Harry sat up and looked at you with concern. You knew Harry liked getting his work done, but you also knew how Harry loved to overwork himself. 

“How long of a break? This essay is due in two days and I-” You kissed him. You physically felt as Harry melted into the kiss. He cupped your cheeks and leaned forward, causing you to fall back behind you, your back resting on the arm of the couch. You giggled as Harry kissed his way down your neck and to your pajama top. 

“Not now chosen one.” Harry frantically sighed as he fell back onto the couch, pulling you with him. You fell on top of him, laughing as you tried to wiggle your way out of his tight grasp. 

Soon, you both calmed down and stared at the light emitting from the fire place. You smiled as you felt Harry’s breathing slow down and watched as his eyes slowly closed. You yawned and felt yourself always growing tired. And there, you felt yourself falling asleep to the sound of the crackling fire place.

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Comfort-Draco Malfoy

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Warnings: Mentions of near-death experience, body wounds and graphic imagery, mild swearing.

It started in a black room. Draco didn’t know what was going on but before he knew it, he was back at Hogwarts, people running, crying, and screaming. He saw familiar faces running and some chasing. He didn’t know where to look, but he felt the sudden sense of dread that he felt that day. 

That was when he heard you. You were screaming his name, the dreaded sound of your raw and pitiful screams hit his ears and he had an immediate sense of fear wash over him. Draco ran through the crowds of people, tripping over the rubble from the building trying to get to you, and when he did he felt his heart drop to his chest. 

He saw a death eater on top of you, smiling like a psychopath, a smile that made his bones shake within him. He tried to move but he couldn’t. He watched as the death eater bit the side of your neck, the blood running down your body like a stream of water. He watched as you screamed in pain, and as he heard the word “Cruicio” again and again coming from the death eater. 

He screamed, or at least tried to, but nothing came out. It’s like his voice was stolen from him. All he could do was watch. 

Finally, the death eater stopped, and Draco felt his whole body tense as he saw you look over at him, and mouth his name before he physically saw your color drain from your face and the soul leave your body. The death eater liked their fingers, and looked over at Draco, smiling before disappearing in a cloud of dust. 

Draco could move now, and he ran to you. He grabbed your lifeless body and he shook you, begging for you to wake up. He felt himself crying and as the hot tears poured down his face he repeated the healing curse over and over again as an attempt to bring you back to live. But your wounds were too severe, your pain had sent you into overstimulation and caused your brain to just stop. 

He gripped your body close to his and he screamed your name over, and over, and over again until he just couldn’t anymore. He felt the eyes of your family, and Harry on him as he pulled you closer to his chest. 

Draco felt his heart shatter, the different pieces falling apart like an unglued puzzle. He screamed for you to wake up. Until he was hyperventilating. In Between the breathes he begged for you to come back, he begged whatever gods were up there to bring you back to him, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. 

“Draco. She’s…she’s gone son.” His mother said softly, as to not break the remaining pieces of her son's heart. Draco stared up at his mom, he looked at her and saw the tears welding up in her eyes. He gripped onto your body tighter, your head falling limp in his arms as he shook his head vigorously. 

“She’s not dead. She’s just tired mom. She’s been studying so well to go to that school in America. She’s been staying up late too even though I told her to sleep. She’s just sleeping mom.” He cried to himself as he hugged your body. 

Draco was tossing and turning in his sleep. Repeatedly saying your name in a hushed tone. You were concerned when you woke up and saw Draco in cold sweats, tossing and turning. You lightly shook him, trying to wake him. 

He woke up suddenly, jerking up from his sleeping position and letting out a horrid scream. His breaths were short, and he continued to say your name over and over.

Not wanting to scare him more, you lightly took his hand in yours as you pulled his face towards you. 

“Daco, I’m here, I’m right here.” 

Draco’s breaths were still heavy, he looked at you with wide eyes and tear stained cheeks. He grabbed your face harshly, he turned your neck from side to side, checking for the scar left by the death eater. He checked your wrists, he checked your face, and he did this over and over again. 

“I-I, you were, I didn’t, I couldn’t-”

“Draco, my love, take a deep breath. You’re okay.” You pulled his hand to your chest as you breathed deeply, trying to get him to breathe with you. His breathing slowed down and you softly smiled at him. 

“I’m here my love. I’m okay.” Draco nodded and pulled his hand away. He laid back down on his back and looked at the ceiling. You laid down on his chest, scotting yourself closer to him to lay on top of him. He wrapped an arm around you and turned himself over so that your head was in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer into him and sighed deeply. 

“Do you wanna tell me what the dream was about?” You asked. You heard Draco suck in a shaky breath before he said anything. 

“It was back during the war. When we had to split up. It was when I found you underneath the death eater. But, this time I couldn’t repel them off of you, this time, I couldn’t…I…You were dead.” You sighed as you remembered the contents from that day. All you could do was let Draco hold you, let him feel the beating of your heart and your steady breaths as you stroke his back. 

“I’m here Draco. You saved me, remember?” Draco smiled at you as he pulled you in closer to his body. 

“What if…Y/n what if I hadn’t saved you?” He asked. You felt the slight shiver in his voice and you knew how scared he was, even to think about it. But you just pulled yourself away, letting him look into your eyes as you smiled at him. 

“Draco. I know you. Never in a million years would you ever not save me. You always have and you always will.” 

“What if a day comes where I can’t get to you?  Where I’m don’t make it in time?” 

“Draco Lucius Malfoy. You always manage to make it just in time. Even so, I can hold my own until you come.” 

Draco laughed and kissed you before pulling you back into his chest. 

“And that you would Darling.” 

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His (Chatty) Hufflepuff-Neville Longbottom

Neville wasn’t exactly the most extroverted person. He was typically quiet and didn’t say too much in class unless called upon. He had very few friends, and he honestly kept to himself a lot. Neville was picked on and teased for being ‘forgetful’ and sometimes, it made him sad, but he knew that what the people said was true, so he didn’t mind all too much. 

You on the other hand were like a bouncy ball. You’d talk and talk and talk until you physically could not. You were very energetic and tended to convey that into your words. You had quite a few friends and you were known for talking really fast. People liked you, and knew you as ‘the energetic Hufflepuff’. You had a habit of telling everyone everything and some found it quite annoying, but you didn’t care. 

Thats why, when Neville asked you out one day during fourth year, people were surprised when you said yes. They were even more surprised when you two continued to date for the years following. You and Neville were polar opposites and people found it odd that you two had been together for so long. 

“His quietness would send me through the roof.” Some people would say.

Or

“She’s too loud, and she is quite energetic. I would get annoyed quickly.” Others would say.

But, you never listened to them. Probably because you were too focused on talking to Neville. 

“OH OH OH OH OH. AND THEN, and then Cathrine told Henry that she never actually liked him! Can you believe that? After seven years together you think she would’ve truly liked him. I mean, if it was me, I would’ve never been with Henry because I’m convinced his favorite food is garlic bread! He always smells like garlic. I actually like Garlic I think it's yummy. And I like dipping it in pasta. Do you like Pasta Neville?” 

Neville smiled up at you from where he was sitting. He was trying to do his herbology homework but he was so engrossed in listening to you that his homework had made its way back into his bag. You two were sitting underneath the tree in the courtyard, and Neville watched as you laughed and smiled. Truth is, he was more paying attention to your lips moving and the sound of your laugh than your story, but he still answered you. 

“I like Pasta.” 

“Oh that's good because I LOVE Pasta, if I could eat pasta everyday I could. Well, maybe not everyday because I would get sick of it, and if I got sick of pasta I would be so sad because I LOVE pasta Neville. I really like when they put that white sauce on the pasta too, with the chicken. OH speaking of chicken, did you know my brother has a chicken farm in Italy! He raises chickens, Neville! Can you believe that?”

“I cannot.” 

“Me either, I could never be around chickens. They smell and they are very very loud. Kind of like Henry. OH OH OH Did I tell you that Henry and Cathrine aren’t together? They broke up because Cathrine said that she never liked him.”

You continued to talk, all your stories and little speeches always got mixed and tangled together, but you somehow managed to always bring it back to the main point. 

Neville sat in the courtyard listening to you rant about everything for the next hour, but he didn’t mind it. He loved the way your voice sounded, how you would laugh at your own jokes and the way you always asked him a question every now and then to keep him interested in the conversation. 

People walked past and they wondered how you two could stand each other. But you knew that with Neville’s quietness, and your chattiness, you were a perfect match. And no one could ever make you think otherwise.

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Sparks- Ron Weasley

A/n: Another song fic!!! I have so many things to write, I’m so excited. 

Word count: 971

Warnings: None, just fluff. 

Did I drive you away?

I know what you'll say

You say, "Oh, sing one you know"

Ron had always tried to impress you with playing you songs on his guitar that his father had gifted to him. You loved when he played for you, he didn’t sound the best when he was singing you had to admit, but when his fingers strung the strings on the guitar it made a beautiful symphony. 

You laid on his lap and you listened to him sweetly humming the tune to a song that you had liked. He stuttered over his own words and he messed up the notes to the song a lot. But you thought it was sweet he still tried. 

“What's another one of your favorite loves?” He asked you. You looked up at him and saw him looking down at you, his hand rubbing the top of your head as you thought to yourself. You smiled at him before you answered. 

“Play me Gently On My Mind” 

“Y/n, one that YOU like.” He put a hard emphasis on the ‘you’. You laughed and sat up, making sure to look him in the eyes.

“Play one you know.” 

And as Ron picked the guitar strings to the old song and sang you felt at home, and you felt yourself slowly closing your eyes, feeling the vibration in Rons chest as a tune soothing you to sleep. 

But I promise you this

I'll always look out for you

Yeah, that's what I'll do

“Come on Y/n. Let's go.” 

You frowned at the sudden sternness of your boyfriend, but you complained and took the hand that he was holding out for you. As you walked down the corridors, you felt yourself wobbling, trying hard to keep your balance. Your incoherent words and giggles to yourself made Ron even more considered, just how much did you drink?

Ron sighed as he stopped you from walking any further, without saying a word, he got in front of you with his back facing you, and got done on one knee. You knew he was offering you a piggyback ride, so how could you refuse such an offer? 

You giggled and climbed onto his back, resting your chin on his shoulder. You ran your hands up and down his muscular arms and giggled to yourself. 

“What's so funny?” 

“You have nice muscles Ronnie.” Ron laughed to himself, standing up and pulling you up higher on his back as he continued down the halls.

You smiled to yourself, Ron would always take care of you and you never felt more loved than when he would do little things like this for you.

My heart is yours

It's you that I hold onto

Yeah, that's what I do

And I know I was wrong

But I won't let you down

Ron rushed to your room. His breath was heavy and his mind racing, he knew what he did was wrong and he felt horrible about it. He had promised you that he would be there for you, he promised you that he would be at your date by a certain time and he had totally missed it, just so he could get butterbeer with Harry and his brothers after quidditch practice. 

He saw you sitting at the cafe, your head hung low and your smile long gone, and the look in your eyes made him suck in a breath. He saw how sad and hurt you were over him skipping out on your date and he mentally yelled at himself for making you wonder why he would even do that. 

You sat at the table, finishing up the tea that you were drinking and watching as the snowflakes fell from the sky. You felt, hurt, and disappointed. Ron had promised you that he would be there this time (after your lack of dates for the last couple of weeks), and he just never showed up. 

You went to stand up, but you felt a pair of hands wrap around your eyes and you sighed as you realized who it was. 

“Ron, I'm not in the mood.” Ron didn’t remove his hands, and you felt yourself growing more and more irritated. 

“Ron seriously?” You pushed his hands away from your face and spun around to look him in the eye. You were about to continue yelling at him, but you saw the hand-picked baby’s breath in his hand, and the small box he was holding and you immediately shut up. 

“Ron what is that?” 

“I’m sorry I missed out on our date, again. And I know that you are probably so mad at me right now, and I know how wrong this was of me but I got you these.” He handed you the flowers which you gladly took, and then he opened the box.

You gasped as you saw what was hiding between the velvet layers of the box. Two rings, one having the shape of the moon engraved in the shiny iron, and the other having the sun engraved. You picked up the sun ring and spun it around, as you saw the words written inside you smiled to yourself as you walked towards Ron and put a loving kiss on his lips.

“You’re forgiven. But if you do this again you won’t be.” 

Ron laughed to himself as he slid the sun ring on your ring finger. 

“Never again my love.” 

He put the moon ring on his ring finger and he reached for your hand. He held it and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. You laughed as you two walked off, hand in hand, your rings shining in the last bit of sun left in the pink and orange sky, as the words “I found you, you saved me.” shined the brightest.