Snily: Helping her after Lily’s married to James, for anon.
“Great.” Lily Evans said as the rain fell continuously out of the window. She had stopped at the bakery before heading home. James was about to return from an Auror mission, and cupcakes seemed to be perfect to celebrate.
A baby Harry Potter was in his carrier, and she balanced it in one arm and carried the container of cupcakes in another. It hadn’t been raining when she left, and she hadn’t thought to grab an umbrella.
Severus Snape had been walking the streets of the place where Lily and James were hiding, but he’d never seen her. She wasn’t supposed to leave, but that hadn’t stopped him from gaping at her.
She was the same as ever, red haired, beautiful, and in high heeled shoes.
He was bemused by her, but she was holding his baby looking very confused.
Severus took out his wand, and in moving an umbrella from the holder behind the counter, it fell at her feet.
“Hey, Helena. Mind if I use this umbrella?”
“Sure.” The shop keeper said, turning to where it sat seconds before. “Oh. You’ve already got it.”
Severus watched her leave the store, and he hid behind a trash can as she walked by. It was the last time he would see her alive. It was October 30th 1981.
Drastoria: Draco thinking about how Astoria had changed him, for anon.
Draco often looked back on his life in those big moments. When he first kissed her, he thought of the first time he mounted a broom, and that he’d fallen flat on his bum. Much to the dismay of a very angry and disgruntled Lucius Malfoy.
When he asked her to marry her, he thought of when he first saw her. She was a scrawny first year girl with long Auburn hair and brilliant blue eyes. He’d positively detested her and her elder sister. Her robes were hand-me-downs, and they were too long for her slender frame.
He had been taught to detest her. His father had spoken of hers days before, Rutherford Greengrass was head of the Auror office. He had married a Muggle, and that had taken all the worth from his high position.
The happiness of the moment altered the sourness of first thoughts.
But now, when he looked into the face of his very own son, Draco thought of every bad thing that he’d ever done to anyone. She’d changed everything that he’d ever thought malicious or wrong in the world.
He saw greatness in her and what she believed in.
She had made him a better man, and he hoped to be a better father than he’d been given.
Fleur/Bill: Pregnant Fleur hoping for a boy, for anon
Fleur walked along the beach, her hand hanging loosely in her husbands, as he brainstormed baby names.
“What about Oliver?” He asked, watching Fleur’s hand hover over the large bump - there was only another month left before they welcomed their third child.
“Pretty,” She said with a noncommittal shrug - okay, so that was a no to Oliver. Dom’s laughter from in front of them caught his attention for a moment, her elder sister Victorie chasing her with a knot of seaweed.
“Philippe?” Bill asked, trying for a French name this time.
She wrinkled her nose at that “I once had a boyfriend called Philippe. He was horrible.” Victorie said firmly, making Bill laugh a little.
“Alright… Edward?” He said, struggling to find a name they both liked. With Vic and Dom it had been so easy, both of them agreeing almost instantly.
Fleur paused, halting their walk, safe in the knowledge that their daughters wouldn’t wander too far without their parents. “Bill, you realise you’ve only suggested boys names,” She said with a little grin, not sure that he had even realised.
A light blush reached his cheeks at that comment “Really?” He asked with a nervous laugh “Well… I mean, of course I’ll be thrilled whatever - boy or girl… but it nice be nice to have a son,” He said.
Fleur just let her smile grew wider, giving him an understanding nod as Dominique came running over, her little legs not carrying her very quickly. “What about Louis?” She asked Bill.
“Louis Weasley.” He tested it on his tongue before nodding “I like it. I really like it.” He said “Victorie, Dominique and Louis Weasley.” Bill said just as Dom and Victorie reached them, the youngest daughter placing her hands on her mother’s swollen stomach, to get her attention.
It was only on the walk home when Fleur rested her head on Bill’s shoulder and whispered “I want it to be a boy too,”
Remadora: Rough smut, for anon
Remus grabbed his wife by the thighs, lifting her up as she wrapped her legs around his waist before slamming them against the door. He was surprised that they had even made it as far as the bedroom - Remus had been on a three week undercover mission for the Order and that meant absolutely no contact with Nymphadora.
Merlin, he had missed her.
Tonks/Draco: Acknowledge each other after the war, for anon.
Teddy was wobbling by his mother’s side as they walked through Diagon Alley on a rainy Thursday afternoon. The war had ended nearly two years ago, but Tonks still expected the greetings of missing people in the crowds. Things were different now.
“Easy there, little Ted.” Someone said, patting the little one on the head.
Teddy had nearly walked into the stack of parcels on the floor as he watched the owls take the post away with flapping wings and loud hoots.
The elderly wizard had seen the elder Ted, Dora’s father, earlier in week. The adults talked of the weather and of Remus’ new job at the ministry. Things were going well for the small family of three. Remus Lupin had never been happier.
Teddy, who had inherited his Godfather’s knack for trouble, was heading towards a blonde haired wizard’s shiny black boot.
“Oooh. Sh-Sh-Sh…” Teddy gargled, seeing his own reflection in the toe of the shoe.
“Oh, Draco.” Astoria cooed. “How precious.”
Teddy than turned his attentions to the pretty black haired witch. She was clad in a long flowing skirt, and he bound tiny fists around the fabric. He liked having all of this attention focused on him, and he happily mimicked her hair color with a small laugh.
“Teddy.” Tonks called, overwhelmed by the packages which she’d been carrying.
Teddy sauntered off at the call of his name, and Draco gave a quick nod towards his cousin when he saw her.
Hinny, Romione: Sirius teasing Ron, for Lillia
The young couple on the sofa laughed, the dark-haired boy kissing the redhead on her cheek.
The bushy-haired girl at the dining table smiled at her best friend and his girlfriend while her own red-haired boyfriend grimaced. The older man with sleek black locks chuckled reminiscently to himself at the beautiful albeit hilarious nuances of young love.
“Bet you ten Galleons he proposes to her at dinner today, Ron,” Hermione nudged him conspiratorially with a bony elbow. Ron almost spat his pumpkin juice out.
“Propo- what?” he spluttered.
Sirius thumped his back, none too gently. “She said she’ll bet you ten Galleons that your best friend asks your little sister to marry him tonight, Ron,” he enunciated clearly, lips twisted into his trademark smirk
Ron glared at Sirius, breathing deeply through his long nose in a futile attempt to calm down. Harry marry Ginny? Best mate? Baby sister? Too intense for a casual pumpkin juice session with his girlfriend, he thought, with a bitter shake of his head. Of course, Harry wouldn’t do something that big (and potentially dangerous) without consulting him, so he’d be ten Galleons richer by the end of the day.
“You’re on, Hermione.” He accepted her offer with a twinkle in his blue eyes.
Hermione nodded once, before leaning in to close the little distance between them.
“I’m winning this one, Ronald,” she murmured.
“Let’s just see, shall we?” Their lips curved up together.
“D’you reckon they’ll name the sprog after me?” Sirius asked suddenly.
Ron pulled back promptly, Hermione bursting into a fit of giggles.
Sirius just guffawed loudly, looking fondly at his best mate’s son and wishing they were there, as always.
Later that night, when Ron grudgingly handed over the money to a gloating Hermione, Sirius congratulated his beaming godson, proud.
James/Scorpius: After Albus and Scorpius break up, for anon.
This is bad, James thought distinctly. Really bad.
Not that he seemed to care all that much, considering his lips remained fastened to those of the boy in front of him. Scorpius was in his lap, his knees either side of his hips, one pale hand threading its fingers through his dark hair and the other fisted in the front of his shirt, wrinkling the fabric. The blond kissed him like a drowning man, like James was his only chance at air. His tongue was licking his mouth open, making sure that the only thing he knew was Scorpius all around him, worming his way inside.
He guessed he was meant to feel bad, having someone so much younger than he was be so dominating, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He loved it.
But this was bad, so, so bad. Until a fortnight ago, Scorpius had been his little brother’s boyfriend. Albus had left him, and James was under no illusions that he was anything other than rebound. He looked like his brother- he might’ve had his mother’s eyes, but aside from that, the both of them were the spit of their father. He wasn’t even surprised that Scorpius had jumped into his bed pretty much the moment he’d stopped crying. He wanted to teach Albus a lesson, he supposed.
Maybe that was why this was so hot- the forbidden part of it. A closed bedroom door was all that prevented Albus from walking by and seeing James with his hands up his ex’s shirt. Even if Albus had been the one who left Scorpius, James doubted he’d appreciate the two of them sleeping together.
Yet he didn’t stop. He stayed there, with his body pressed against Scorpius’ wherever he could, kissing him like he’d die if he stopped.
George/Angelina: She smokes cigarettes, for anon.
Angelina was so gorgeous sometimes that George could hardly believe it. Naked in his bed with the thin white sheets pulled up under her arms, the fabric clinging to and outlining the shapes of her toned legs, she was achingly beautiful. There was a cigarette dangling limply between her index and middle fingers, the tip glowing cherry red, and she exhaled a long plume of grey smoke. By now, he knew that smoking through a cigarette after they had sex was a habit of hers. The other week he’d gone out and bought an ashtray for his nightstand, just for her. He wouldn’t touch the things himself.
She swept her dark hair over one shoulder, glancing over at George with a smirk as she brought the cigarette to her lips again. The sheets that kept her (mostly) modestly covered were beginning to slip down, and knowing her, it probably wasn’t an accident. As the sheet slipped, he could see more of the bruises that were beginning to blossom like dark flowers on her chest where he had pressed his lips and sucked and bit until he had left some mark of himself upon her. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done the same- he was covered in love bites too, but his were darker and harsher against his skin. He saw Angelina’s eyes trail over them, and she smirked.
“Come back to bed.” She requested quietly, and George did as he was told as quickly as he could. He didn’t touch her, but he could feel the heat from her body. Her eyes were downcast as she smoked.
Tentatively, he bowed his head and leaned over to gently kiss her neck. He didn’t know why he was being so hesitant; they had already had sex, more than once, and he knew Angelina wasn’t made of glass. The last thing she would do was break.
His lips grew rougher against her neck, and his hands moved to touch her. The cigarette was discarded, snuffed out in the ashtray, and she pulled him back down to cover her body with his.
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Luna/Rolf: Their married life pre-kids, for anon
Luna let her finger skim over the back of her husband’s arm, watching the goosebumps rise and fall as she did so. She sat next to him at their cluttered, ink stained desk watching as he tried to finish an article on rare creatures found in swampy areas of America. His face was concentrated, a small line forming between his eyebrows as he bit his lip, focusing on getting every little detail into the article. She could not help but let her smile grow slightly - it was on that trip to America where Rolf had proposed to her, and where they later got married. Neither of them wanted a big wedding and it seemed very fitting to elope.
“Luna, darling, are you trying to distract me?” He asked, never removing his eyes from the page, but she knew his focus was on her. She wasn’t sure how she knew, but she just did.
“Oh no. Continue,” She said with a little smile, resting her head on her arm before playing absent-mindedly with his hair. This continued for a few more minutes until eventually Rolf dropped his quill, ink splattering over the two of them, and he turned to face her properly. “Are you finished?” She asked him.
“Close enough,” He said with a shrug, pulling her close and pressing their lips together.
This was perfection, Luna thought. She had gone her whole life with a part of her missing, dislodged slightly by an omniscient loneliness, but right now, with Rolf beside her she felt completely and utterly content.
It really was perfection.