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♫Unsteady- X Ambassadors//Marauders Era: Sirius Black x Reader

Request:  hey idk if you’re still doing requests but can you do “unsteady” by X ambassadors for a sirius x reader (angsty but happy ending) please and also i love you a fuckton

A/N: Hello my loves! Firstly, lovely, I’m sorry this has taken so long, hopefully you’ll enjoy it! Just to point out, this is kind of an AU where Sirius doesn’t end up in Azkaban. Secondly, I am currently working on all requests as well as taking all requests! However, it will take me a while to do them, as school has started back up and I have quite high target grades to achieve. I’ll be doing my best to upload at least two requests a day, some of them may not be very long, but if that bothers you please don’t hesitate to let me know! Much love, hope you enjoy this xoxo

Boys don’t cry, he hears in his mind again and again, as tears fall, their heat burning trails onto his cool, pale skin, because boys don’t cry even when everything around them is falling to pieces and there’s nowhere to go, even when there is no light at the end of the tunnel and the weight of the world settles on their heart.

The wind shakes a few blossoms from the trees, and fully bloomed lilacs move to and fro in the languid air. The summer’s day feels more like early Spring, the air crisp, the wind chilling, leaving goosebumps on Sirius Black’s skin as he sits under a willow tree, a torn envelope on the ground beside him, graced with a vermilion seal, and an unfolded letter in his hand.

A sigh escapes his lips, a temptation to rip the frail parchment into pieces instead of unfolding it and wasting time reading another lecture from his pompous parents, in whose eyes he could never do anything right.

Rough fingertips unfold the creases, and their owner finds the paper is almost completely empty. Relief floods him until he reads the curved black letters at the top of the letter.

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♫Your Song- Elton John// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Could you do a Remus x reader one shot with “your song” by Elton John? Love you!!

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long! My request list got a bit messed up and I’ve been having some trouble with my laptop (as in I’m an idiot and I forgot my adapter so I can’t charge it until I find one. Genius, am I right?) so I’ve had to hop from computer to computer to post these. I hope it was worth the wait, and sorry again that it took so long!

Waves whisper to the shore, pushed by swirling wind and the dynamic depths of the sea. Trees sway in the strong gusts, their branches and leaves arguing with the forceful wind. He looks ahead at the craving sea as it foams and rushes forward, pooling around his feet. His brown hair flutters in the air as he brings his palms to his mouth, hoping his breath will thaw he freezing feeling that lingers on his fingers. As he gently exhales onto his palms, their outsides are covered by two small, gentle hands, surprisingly warm, despite the freezing wind. His eyes follow the small fingers, down sweater covered forearms and gentle shoulders, peeking collarbones and a delicate jawline and meet a gracious smile and a pair of eyes that carry the depths of the oceans within them.

Suddenly, Remus is awake, sitting up, tangled in the sheets of his bed. Instead of the strong wind mussing his brown hair, he is met with the stillness of the dark and a moonbeam gracing the wooden floor of his dormitory. Disappointment weighs on him as he looks at his pale hand, untouched. Sleep avoids him, and too soon, dawn creeps through the curtain covered windows and the chirps of birds float through the air and reach him as he lies still, staring at the ceiling, hoping for a reappearance of the cold wind and warm hands covering his own.

Y/N had woken early, her eyes opening to see the mild glow of the sunrise on her dormitory floor. The window was cracked open, gentle whirls of the wind sneaking in, dancing gracefully with the curtains that leant against the cold glass. The floor creaked as she stood from her bed, her bare feet meeting the cold hardwood and making their way to the window as she reached to open it wide. She leaned onto the window ledge and watched the sun emerge from behind the brooding mountains, its pastel light making the world come alive, as she dreamed of the faraway sea.

The Great Hall is brimming with chatter and laughter, with the whispers of owl’s wings and the thumps of dropped packages, but it’s all white noise and Remus can’t get his dream out of his head and he yearns to hear the sound of the tree branches rustling in the wind and to see the foamy waves reach his feet again and to see those eyes, those familiar yet unknown eyes that carry infinity within them.

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♫Better Man- Paolo Notini// Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request:  Sirius x reader with the song better man by Paolo nutini would be amaaaazing

A/N: I’ll be posting the final non-holiday post tomorrow (Your Song)! Sorry it’s taking so long, I’ve had a few technical difficulties since I’ve arrived, and I’ll make sure it’s up as soon as possible! All holiday requests will be going up on Christmas day, along with some aesthetics and other stuff, so remember to send them in before the 20th please!

I hope you enjoy this! xx

Sirius Black is 11 years old when the rough fabric of the Sorting Hat collides with his sweating forehead, and the instant booming of “Gryffindor!” almost deafens him as he makes his way to the mahogany table, surrounded by cheering students. He is 11 when he clumsily shakes hands with 3 other boys that surround him at the table, fitting in like a piece of a puzzle. He is 11 and the epitome of innocence when he turns his head towards the Hat at that fateful moment as it bellows “Y/H!” and his eyes meet the eyes of pure beauty and her smile blurs the noise around him and she is the only person in the Hall at that very moment.

Sirius Black is 12 years old when he has a strike of luck and Professor Slughorn seats him next to Y/N in Potions class. He is 12 years old as he manages to sneak a glance at the graceful way her handwriting loops and curves on aged parchment. He is 12 years old as he admires the furrowing of her brow as she concentrates, and the way she plays with her quill while she listens. He is 12 years old when she feels his stare burning her skin and finally asks for his name, forcing his mouth into a grin that didn’t fade for weeks later.

Sirius Black is 13 years old and there is a mutiny in his mind as he finally rips down the wallpaper of his room and covers it in embodiments of forbidden fruit, a permanent distance from the trap that is his family. He is 13 years old and she is all he wants, but she doesn’t have pure blood running through her veins, so he protests in the only way he knows how to. He is 13 years old, and she smiles at him every day and says the simplest things, but her voice is a complex ode gracing his ears and he can’t help but look at her back as she leaves, wishing for her to turn around so he could see her face for another second. 

Sirius Black is 14 years old and he often says her name, just to feel the fireworks of his heart crackle on his tongue, and she often hears it, turning to give him a smile that glows like a thousand suns. He is 14 years old and, finally, she agrees to go on a date with him: “One date,” her voice says, pouring from her silky lips, sweet as honey. He is 14 years old and they laugh and laugh for hours on end, and she is sweet as a sugar apple and the bitter taste that his hatred leaves in his mouth fades like stars at dawn. He is 14 years old and about to leave for the summer, when she intertwines her fingers with his and kisses him on the cheek, his mouth agape and his heart soaring.

Sirius Black is 15 years old and his head feels heavy on his shoulders, like an overgrown rosebud weighing down its stems, the thoughts that he hides sharp as its thorns. He is 15 years old as he admits to himself that he hates who he is meant to be, when he tells her everything that weighs down his velour heart and she takes it in her hands and keeps it safe with the warmth of her being. He is 15 years old when she tells him she loves him, 15 years old when he finally kisses her, his hand gently cupping her face, his mind a wonderland as he feels her fingers in his hair and knows that he belongs to her as much as she belongs to him.

Sirius Black is 16 years old when he is forced out of a place he never wanted to be, shoved out of hell and into purgatory. He is 16 years old when she hears what happened and runs to him, and he can feel her heart beat fiercely against his chest and her warm breath tickles his skin and her tears slide down his collarbone and the chaos of his life fades as he embraces her tightly, holding her like the gold lining to a grey cloud. He is 16 years old when their love bursts into flames and his hands are on her hips and she whispers his name and he admires every curve of her body, covered in nothing but moonlight as she proclaims her love again and again.

Sirius Black is 17 years old when he decides that he will be the man she deserves, because life without her wouldn’t be a life at all. He is 17 when James, Remus and Peter scoff at every ring he shows them and he finally picks one blindly, met by nods of approval from his friends. He is 17 years old and his palms are sweating, and he can’t help but nervously touch the inside pocket of his jacket every few seconds as he waits at the very place where they first confessed their love and melted into each other. He is 17 years old when she comes in and he can’t wait a second longer for her to be his forever, and without so much as a greeting, he falls on one knee and asks her a question as he pulls out the small velvet box and it falls and falls again, and her laughter makes it all easy as he finally opens it and asks her to allow him to love her for life.

Sirius Black is 18 years old and he is a married man, and he is young, it’s true, and they say young marriages don’t end well, but he finds it ridiculous that he should wait a second longer than he must to marry someone that makes him want to be a better man.

♫Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby- Cigarettes After Sex// Marauders Era: Sirius x Reader

Request:  You must be swamped with requests haha but i really like the idea of a cuddly fluffy piece with Sirius and the reader in bed with the song nothing’s gonna hurt you baby by cigarettes after sex

A/N: I’m sorry these are all taking so long! I’m trying to do at least one a day, and I promise all the Christmas ones will be on time! I hope you enjoy this!

Edit: I just realised I didn’t make it in bed because I got so inspired and completely forgot! If the anon that requested this wants me to redo it, please let me know, I’m so sorry!

Reminder: Requests for anything non-holiday related close tomorrow. Holiday requests are open until the 20th. I’d also love to try the name game, so don’t hesitate to message me with your names and I’ll try my best to write something pretty!

It’s a mild Spring Saturday and silence echoes through the grand halls of Hogwarts, emptied by eager students rushing to the Hogsmeade bound carriages. Occasionally, the chirp of a bird and the sigh of the gentle wind breaks the static tranquility of the vacant halls.

Sirius Black had felt an indescribable unease that morning, the whines of his best friends going ignored by his wandering mind as he stated he will stay in the castle for the day. Worry flashed across their young faces, but he continued to shake his head, all the while smiling and cracking jokes, assuring them he is just fine.The still air stung at his skin, the unfamiliar sensation causing him to change his bearing, making his way to the Great Hall, his adventurous mind wondering how the constantly brimming space might look empty.

Y/N  Y/L/N had woken up feeling unmotivated and almost growled a loud and determined, “No”, when her roommates asked her if she would be joining them on the field trip that day, pulling a pillow over her head and blocking out the chatter of the girls.Sleep continuously escaped her, so finally, her face graced with a frown, her body speedily dressed in the most comfortable clothes she could find and her hair scooped into a messy bun, she left the comfort of the y/h common room and decided to walk around the grounds, hoping for the fresh air to clear her mind. Aimlessly wandering, she arrived at the door of the Great Hall, mindlessly giving it a push and entering the strangely vacant space.

The door creaked, prompting the dark haired boy to turn and face it, catching a glimpse of a girl he knew, a girl he, surprisingly enough, never quite gathered the courage to talk to. Sun peeped through the windows gracing the sides of the Hall, making her y/h/c hair glow warmly. Her eyes landed on his and she couldn’t manage to hide the unexpected tingle spreading through her body as she smiled at him, warmly.

He sat on top of one of the lengthy tables, his figure slouching  but simultaneously impossibly graceful, the profile of his face radiating a kind of beauty that prompted her to tilt her head to the side to admire it as deeply as she could. Turning to face her, a small, surprised smile spread across his face, and he nodded towards the space next to him, inviting the beautiful stranger to sit next to him. She walked towards him, his eyes drawing her in like a moth to a flame, unfamiliar yet wanted by every fiber of her being.

Mere moments later, she was at his side, and clumsy introductions were made, hands politely shaken. An uncomfortable silence followed, until she finally spoke, her voice like music to his ears.

“How come you’re not in Hogsmeade with James and them?” she turned to look at him, her y/e/c eyes meeting his.

“I just didn’t feel like it,” he smiled at her, suddenly knowing why he was compelled to stay in that day, “What’s your excuse?”

“I’ll just steal yours,” her laugh filled the Hall, reaching the clear blue skies depicted on the enchanted ceiling. 

Hours pass and they seem like seconds as they talk and laugh, jokes and secrets afloat in the air, theories and gossip whispered, yet echoing, like they’re two old friends. 

Suddenly, Sirius jumped from his seat, landing ineptly on the marbled floor and extending a hand to his newfound friend and uttering a startling statement, his eyes locked on hers.

“Dance with me,” there’s no hint of jest in his voice, and despite this she laughs, finally realising that the school’s bad boy really wanted to dance. With her.

“Wait, you’re not joking?” bewilderment is clear in her voice and she feels gentle tickles on her soft skin as she places her hand in his.

‘'No, I’m Sirius,“ a wink and an eye roll, a laugh and her graceful descension from the dark mahogany table and his hand is on her waist as she tries to comprehend what’s happening, the sound of her laughter never fading.

’‘There’s no music!” her exclamation echoes happily through the hall. 

He whisks her away, her feet leaving the floor, and suddenly she knows why they call it Cloud Nine.

“What’s your point?” he says, taking a step forward, as she cheerfully follows, his hand leaving a burning sensation on the small of her back, hers leaving a permanent imprint on his shoulder blade.

She can’t help but hum a tune she’d heard somewhere, his soul enchanted by the sound of her voice, soft and booming right by his ear. He can feel her warm breath on his cheek and then he understands the meaning of soulmates and she knows that, much like him, she’d stayed in for a reason that fateful day, a smile spreading across her face as she plants a soft kiss on his collarbone and her eyes meet his, once again. 

His hand finds its way to her cheek, moving a strand of y/h/c hair off her face and letting the sudden realisation of her beauty sink in. And then he kisses her, softly, passionately, meaningfully, and the branches of the trees outside peek in on the two new lovers, as they are entranced by the existence of each other.

♫Tear in My Heart- Twenty One Pilots// Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Can you do a Remus x reader imagine with the song “tear in my heart”? Thanks ☺️

A/N: Getting kind of into the wintery Christmas spirit now! Also, you guys are so sweet when you send in requests and I appreciate that so much! 

A dragonfly flies through the air, buzzing gently, its wings carrying the world as it rushes past, seeming nothing more than a blue streak in the murky darkness of the cloudy autumn day. The crunch of leaves seems louder than it should be as Remus walks towards the grandeur of the castle. Silence stifles the air, broken only by the occasional whiz of strong, brief gusts of wind. The previous night weighs on his wounded shoulders and the taste of blood still lingers in his reticent mouth. Surrounding fog goes unnoticed by his tired brown eyes and a painful relief washes over him as he enters, steps echoing on the floor made of stones cold as his heart.
She didn’t get any sleep that night. The wind howled and the rustle of leaves boomed in her ears, thoughts running restlessly through her velvet mind. Before she knew it, dawn had rolled around, covered in grey mist, the sun entrapped by brooding clouds. The cool air found its way into her dorm, opening her sleepless eyes, her mind heavy with fatigue.The words of her roommates whirled through the air, ignored, incomprehensible. The repeated calling of her name was the only thing that managed to startle her from her unexpected gloom and still she was distracted, her mind embraced by a strange, unexplainable fog.

They enter the Great Hall seconds apart and he’s left a trail invisible to everyone but her, a trail of broken hearts and sharp edged secrets, cutting into his silken heart. It was magnetic and so she followed, entranced, her heart shedding pain as she got closer and closer to the broken boy, catching a glimpse of a wound on the back of his palm that travels like a coursing river down his arm, disappearing in the sleeve of his sweater. He doesn’t feel so tired anymore, his eyes roaming the noise filled hall, falling on the glow of her y/h/c hair as she walks away, a celestial epitome of grace and now his heart is warm and his lesions don’t sting at his skin anymore.

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♫Gravity- Coldplay//Marauders Era: Remus x Reader

Request:  Hi! I was just wondering if you could do a Remus x Reader based on Gravity by Coldplay. Only if you want to, but I’m curious, because it’s a rather good song :)

It’s a mellow spring day, chirps of birds flurrying through the air and gentle streaks of the Sun playing with the morning dew on the thin blades of grass. It’s the calm before the storm and the way the smoky grey seeds of the dandelion pirouette through the air as she gently blows, a covert wish on her mind.

It’s the glimpse he catches of a minuscule grey segment fluttering in the slight breeze and the swift turn he makes to see where it came from. Her skin is glowing, her eyes closed as she faces the sun, peaceful and still. And he sees a beauty, a celestial radiance, a warmth he continues to feel even as he walks away. His daydreams are disturbed by playful nudges and suggestive: “Who’s that Moony?’’s and sly smirks. It hurts him that he doesn’t know, and he feels something at the bottom of his lungs, something settling at the very core of his delicate heart, its beats harmonious as a the dulcet tones of a hummingbird’s song.

A force of nature that continues to linger atop their gentle heads, behind their unknowing shoulders, in their candid hearts. Accidental touches burst into imperceptible flames, and the simple hint of his voice sends her into a trance. An innocent cowardice and hidden feelings,  wordless poems composed about the glimmer in her eyes.

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♫Like I Would- Zayn// Marauders Era: James x Reader

Request:  Could I request a James Potter x reader? Where she is best friends with the boys and while she has always had feelings for James she likes that a handsome, blonde from the Quidditch team takes an interest in her. He shamelessly flirts with her and asks her out. James reacts jealous as he is starting to realize his own feelings for the reader? Pretty please! :)

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long, I hope you like it!

Leaves had begun departing from the tree branches and dancing their way down in the gentle wind. The air was becoming crisper and the days shortened, the gentle twilight settling while slender figures still sat atop brooms and flew around the massive pitch, voices and loud hits echoing around the pitch.

As the crescent moon rose and the sky darkened, letting the stars peek through the delicate clouds, the players finally descended, grounding with laughter and the sound of satisfied high fives. The cheerful exclamations boomed through the hallways as the quidditch players poured out of the changing rooms and into the wide corridors of the castle.

Y/N was leaning against a pillar, her nose buried in a book, her thoughts interrupted by a hand covering the page her eyes were roaming, causing her y/e/c eyes to look up. She raised an eyebrow and pouted disapprovingly at James, as he grinned at her, nodding to the right as she closed her book and followed the dark haired boy, shaking her head lightly, struggling to hide the smile invoked by his presence.

“How was practice?” she asked, looking at the floor, her glance occasionally lingering on his jawline, butterflies fluttering through her body, her fingers tingling with the hope of coming into contact with his.

“Same as usual. Fun. Exhausting.” he said, as a long haired, slim figure walked towards them, mischievously grinning. Once Sirius reached them, he turned around on his heel, throwing a long arm around each of them, and squeezing them tightly.

“Sirius–cannot–breathe,” Y/N struggled in his grip, prompting him to release her. She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes at the roaring laughs of her best friends. A trio of Hufflepuff girls walked by them, eliciting a wink from James and a painful sting of jealousy spreading through Y/N’s stomach, along with the feeling of helplessness and knowledge that she couldn’t blame him for it. Her adoration for him was surreptitious and fruitless, her glances going unnoticed, her touches simple and friendly, the emotion behind them invisible to him.

Another day rolled around slowly, bringing around another wait outside the quidditch changing rooms for her friends to gather, another book in her hand as she leaned against her usual pillar, secretly anticipating the familiarity of the pale hand hovering over the black letters that covered the yellowing pages. Instead, she was startled by a gentle grip on her shoulder, looking up to meet a pair of blue eyes on a slender face framed by blonde locks. The boy had a shy smile on his face and a nervous glimmer in his eyes.

“Hey, Y/N right?” he met her eyes before timidly glancing back at the floor.

“I’m sorry, have we met?” she felt a jolt of guilt for not remembering the kind boy’s name.

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♫Freckles and Constellations- Dodie Clark// HP- George Weasley x Reader

Request:  George Weasley x reader? With this song if you don’t mind: https://youtu.be/MXnC04foULQ Btw I love how you write! :)

A/N: This song is so beautiful, I loved writing to it so much! I hope you like it!

She heard a knock at her window through her dazed state of sleep. Frowning, eyes closed, she pulled the duvet cover over her head, assigning the sound to her lulled state.

Another knock. And another, booming louder than the others.

The duvet was rapidly whisked off, her frowning face darkening as she took bitter, long strides to her bedroom window, her hands angrily pulling the pale red curtains to the side. The frown was replaced with a raised eyebrow and a big smile, her head slightly shaking as she unlatched the window, letting the two red haired figures fly into the room, their roaring laughter bouncing off the walls as their brooms descended onto the carpet-covered floor, soon discarded against the wall.

“Helloooo”, Fred’s boisterous voice was full of pride at the loophole they’d found to the many restrictions placed on the girls’ dormitories.

“What are you doing here?”, Y/N asked, laughter in her voice but not a hint of surprise.

“It was a slow day”, George shrugged with a big smile sitting bright on his freckled face as he wandered around the room, picking random items up and putting them back down immediately.

“Where are all the other girls?”, a faint disappointment was clear in Fred’s voice as he looked around the room.

“The common room. You know, with all the sane people?”, Y/N said sarcastically, nodding towards the dorm door.

“Right. I’ll be right back.”, Fred fumbled, winking at his brother and walking backwards towards the door, finally opening it and disappearing into the faintly lit corridor.

As the door closed, Y/N looked at George, a mischievous grin on her face.

“Wait for it…”, she whispered, nudging him slightly.

Seconds later, an exasperated yelp was heard, coming from the spellbound staircase.

“The charms work on the way down too”, she shrugged, smirking victoriously at her best friend.

George laughed, the sound roaming around the room, filling it with an unfamiliar warmth: “Seems like you’ve learned a thing or two from me”, a lighthearted wink playing on his permanently cheerful face.

The crackle of fire faintly fought through their chatter as the night went on, the twilight of their arrival turning into a moonlit night. The hue of the licking flames resembled his the blazing locks that framed his amiable face. A face she loved so well, so gently, so covertly.

Suddenly, George stood up, his usual smile hinted with mystery and adventure. Walking over to the window, he grabbed his broom, mounting it and then abruptly standing completely still, mischievously raising an eyebrow at Y/N.

“You coming?”

“I’m sorry, am I what now?”, a disbelief was present in her voice, a shocked laugh escaping her soft lips.

“Come on, night’s still young.”, he gave her a wink.

The twinkle in his eye made her forget about the rules, about her perfect record, about everything but the promise of the night ahead.

She sat behind him, leaving a few inches of space between them, her hands firmly gripping onto the broom.

“I don’t bite, Y/L/N. Most of the time, anyway.”, he said, faking a serious tone as he grabbed her timid hands and placed them around his waist. 

He didn’t know it then, but she’d felt the spark too, the small electric shock that traveled through his body as she placed her arms on his stomach, tightly gripping onto his sweater.

The open window and the red glow of the fluttering curtains and the flaming brightness of the fire place became a distant view as the crisp autumn air rushed into their laughing faces, the bliss of the surrounding stars isolating them from everything but each other. The cool wind woke her completely, yet she couldn’t convince herself that this wasn’t a dream, soaring into the depths of unknown galaxies with someone like him.

It had been hours, but it felt like mere seconds, before they were sitting at the quidditch pitch bleachers. The foreign calmness surrounded them, an ethereal perfection filling the air.

“The moonlight makes you look unbelievably beautiful.”, he beamed, his hand finding her way to her face and brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. The realisation of what he was doing had caught up to him soon, as he rapidly moved his hand away, intercepted by her own.

“Who told you you could do that?”, an impish frown played on her face as she placed his hand back on her cheek, her eyelids gently closing, a peaceful smile spreading across her lips.

She felt a soft breeze on her face, a mere moment before she felt his lips on hers, his hand still cupping her cheek. She’d never looked up the definition of divine, but suddenly, she was sure this was it, his lips softly brushing against hers, untold words flowing between them, feeling her grin against his lips as he pulled her closer, their buried passion finally revealed in the most beautiful of ways as the moon graced their entangled bodies with its light, the stars giggling with satisfaction. 

♫I Found- Amber Run //Golden Trio Era: Draco x Gryffindor Reader

A/N: This is my first attempt at a fanfic, so I’m sorry it’s short and probably not the best. I don’t have the time to finish it up today, but I will be putting up a part 2 tomorrow. I hope you like it and it’s not too terrible :)

Edit: I wasn’t very satisfied with the part 2 of this that I posted, so I will be redoing it very soon, most likely by the end of the week!

Summary: The reader is a new student at Hogwarts and ends up in the astronomy tower looking for an escape from her first few days. This is where she meets Draco, but through their conversation there’s no hint of which house they’re in.

Warnings: Smoking?

The gauzy grey clouds floated by the nearly full November moon. She couldn’t tell whether the dense twirls of air in front of her face came from her breath or the lit cigarette in her right hand. Her bare legs hung over the edge of the astronomy tower and, like a child, she swung them back and forth, staring at the moon.

She couldn’t quite remember how she’d found her way around her new school, but she decided not to worry about finding her way back just yet and enjoy the sting of nicotine seeping into her lungs. It was cold but she didn’t feel the wind’s chill. She felt completely content and blissfully numb as the wind blew and her (y/h/c) hair tangled in front of her face, her coat angrily flowing with the gust and barely covering her nightgown.

“Lumos”

A gasp escaped her lips as she turned to see just how much trouble she was in.As the tall, slim figure stepped forward into the moonlight she recognised the grey-blue eyes and now messy fair hair of a boy she’d seen earlier that day.

“Sorry, did I steal your spot or something?” she said, swinging her legs back onto the floor and stubbing out her freshly lit cigarette. When her gaze floated back to the spot where he was just standing, she was surprised to find him gone. Instead, she heard a soft voice to her left:

“I can share for tonight.”

He had sorrowful eyes that blankly gazed into the distance as he let his long legs hang over the edge where hers had just been and his pale hands limply intertwined and settled in his lap. She smiled an unseen smile as she swung her legs back to where they had been and took another cigarette out of her purse, fumbling for the lighter.

“Aren’t you cold?” the stranger spoke.

“Aren’t you?” she eyed his seemingly delicate clothing. He smiled and shook his head lightly.They sat in a complacent silence, and she subtly admired the way the moon caressed his pale face.

“So you couldn’t sleep either?” his voice seemed fragile as he broke the silence.

“Not at all” she sighed and smiled at him sympathetically.

“I haven’t seen you around before” his stare finally broke away from the distant mountains and settled on her face “and I definitely haven’t seen you here”.

“I’m new” she nodded “I just transferred from Beauxbatons.”

He smiled and extended his right hand towards her “Draco” he smiled, quickly adding “Malfoy”.

She happily accepted, exaggerating the handshake humorously “Y/N, Y/L/N”.

A soft, unhappy crack reminded her of the cigarette that had been in her right hand until it was crushed by the cheerfully keen handshake. She returned the two broken pieces to her purse, taking out another, bringing it to her lips and swiftly lighting it as she inhaled the fiery smoke.

“What’s that?” Draco spoke, clearly baffled by the action.

“A cigarette” she wasn’t surprised by the question as she took another puff. Many pureblood wizards knew nothing of muggle inventions such as cigarettes. “Never start smoking them. You get hooked and they make you die early.” she preached as you exhaled a wisp of smoke.

“So why are you doing it? Isn’t that an incredibly stupid thing to do?” he laughed in mockery as she rolled her eyes and looked at him.

“You sound just like my mother.” The comparison made his dark eyebrows knot into a frown, immediately untangling when you nudged him lightly and smiled.

Playful words and laughter floated around the tower until the sun peeked on the horizon.

Laughing, Draco said “We should get back. We don’t want to get run into Filch.”

“Who’s that?” she asked, grabbing his extended hand and standing up.

“If you haven’t met him yet, you really don’t want to” he smirked and walked towards the staircase.

“I’ll trust you on that” she smiled, following him, her hand still entwined with his.

“Y/N’‘Y/N groaned, pulling a pillow over her head and frowning in her sleep.

’'Y/N! Come on, we’ll miss breakfast!” Hermione’s frustrated voice completely woke her, and she promptly sat up, a frown on her face.

“I didn’t know I was rooming with a morning person” she murmured angrily, sweeping her duvet to the side and standing up.

Being rushed by Hermione wasn’t pleasant, but it did get Y/N out of the dorm within the following 10 minutes. As they walked down to the Great Hall, her frown didn’t waiver.As she walked into the hall, her eyes roamed the sea of people at the 4 lengthy tables, gleefully catching a glimpse of the fair haired boy who’d made her heart skip only hours ago. She smiled at him, winking playfully.

She felt a sense of contentment when his lips spread into a grin as he gave her a nod.

Seeing her made him feel strangely blissful, a reminder of the previous night which had made him forget everything but the moment he was living in.

Until he caught a glimpse of the red and gold tie gracing her neck.