Masterlist

Masterlist

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hey yall! my name is denisse and i love writing! i tend to write for a bunch of different stuff (i don’t think i have it all written on this list) but send any requests you would like <3

and if you need anyone to talk to i’m always here for you as well. thank you pookies

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★- requested

❁ - smut or mentions of smut

Harry Potter

⊹ Draco Malfoy ⊹

Draco Malfoy and his Rose Pt.1 Pt.2 ❁ Pt.3

Sapphire

Rumor Has It

A Long Time Coming

The Girl with the Golden Eyes

The Dinner ★

The Forsaken Tie ★

We’ll Be Alright ★

Jinx Me, Why Don't You? ★

A Sky Full of Stars ★

⊹ Ron Weasley ⊹

Absolutely Whipped ★

Blaise Zabini

Late Night Snack ★

⊹ Remus Lupin ⊹

Remus Lupin

When Worlds Collide ★

Little Things ★

⊹ Marauders ⊹

Late Night Shenanigans

Time Turner Pt. 1 Pt. 2

⊹ Tom Riddle ⊹

The Light to His Darkness ★

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Attack On Titan

⊹ Levi Ackerman ⊹

Chance- you and eren are similar, in the sense that nobody will stop you from making sure every titan is dead. at least that was the case. until a pair of boys came into your life. everyone is 18+ for the sake of the story Part 1 Part 2

Part 3

⊹ Erwin Smith ⊹

Cinnamon, Chamomile and Cedar- erwin has never felt like this before. he has never had someone made him feel like he was back in his youth, messing about with a girl of his age. she made him feel rejuvenated. but he wasn't the only one that had their eyes on her.

Part 1 ❁

Part 2 ❁

Part 3

⊹ Eren Yeager ⊹

(not published yet)

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Merlin

⊹ Merlin ⊹

For Merlin’s Sake Pt.1 Pt. 2

Star Wars

⊹ Anakin ⊹

(not published yet)

⊹ Obi-Wan ⊹

(not published yet)

Criminal Minds

⊹ Spencer Reid ⊹

Intoxicated p.1 p.2

⊹ Aaron Hotchner ⊹

Intoxicated p.1

hi !! I was wondering if you had a master list of all your works/ fanfics, absolutely addicted to your writing style !!

hi! well, i didn’t until you sent me this haha. so i made one! i just posted it but i will also put it in my bio :) lots of love! <3

the experience of writing something, posting it, and then having people comment about their favorite parts through their eyes is just. such an incredible experience. it’s like getting to re-read your own writing again for the first time and it always gives me such a giddy feeling when people pick up on things i don’t realize i’m putting out. 

“I’m so invested in fictional characters, it’s not healthy.”

— Me, as I go through Newt Scamander, Supernatural, and Sherlock tags on tumblr every night before going to sleep

I want to request a Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor! reader please: despite being a close friend to the golden trio, the reader and Malfoy has this playful ‘who can get a rise out of each other’ type of relationship so they tease & banter with each other on any chance that they get. What if one day the reader decided to steps up her game and steals one of Malfoy’s slytherin tie with his initials on it and proudly wears it around Hogwarts and it just bothers him soo much!

The Forsaken Tie | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2,832 words

Warnings: cursing, making out, teasing

Requested: Sorry ran out of word count :( can it also included a jealous Malfoy and then ended with some makeout session before he finally has the guts to ask her out please? Thank you so much <3 @queenofmankind

September 27th, 1995. The Gryffindor Common Room. 9:57 pm.

You let your head roll back, letting out a frustrated sigh. You had spent the last 3 hours listening to Hermione and Ron bickering, and while you loved them to death, this was a bit ridiculous. Your eyes flickered off to the side eyeing Harry, whose eyebrows were furrowed, eyes flickering between the red head and the bushy haired girl. Leaning over to whisper something in his ear, resting your free hand on his shoulder, "I don't know about you, but I think Fred told me a little something about the elves making a killer cheesecake-"

"Say no more," Harry rushed out grabbing a hold of his wand, and your hand making a run for it. Loud giggles left your lips, trying to keep up with the dark haired boy's long strides. The wide grin on his face made you smile, letting yourself slow down looping your arm through his enjoying the long awaited peace and quiet, "Thank you. I think if I had stayed a couple seconds longer, I would have torn my hair out of my head,"

"I don't understand it. One second they're giving one another the love stricken eyes," Harry snorted, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose keeping your paces pretty steady as you guys made your way down to the kitchens, "And the next, they're at each other's throats!"

"How long do you think they're going to be arguing for until they noticed we've gone?"

"Probably when someone comes down from the dorms shouting at them for keeping them up-"

"Well, well... what do we have here?" The sound of someone interrupting you made you guys tense up, turning around to face the sound of the voice coming face to face with Draco. Your heart felt like it had stumbled over itself, swallowing back the rest of your sentence crossing your arms over your chest. The air around the three of you had thickened tremendously, feeling the tension between you and the blonde who was eyeing you like a hawk. Harry stiffened beside you, subtly moving in closer to you his hand resting on the small of your back now as you both stared down the Slytherin. The second Harry set his hand on your back, you felt the burning oh Draco’s stare, "Two Gryffindors out of bed past curfew... 10 points from Gryffindor."

"Oh shut it, Malfoy."

"Make me, Potter. As you may or not may have noticed-"

"Yes, Malfoy. We're all quite aware. We heard your voice loud and clear in the Great Hall as you announced your news to the whole wide world. Maybe you'd like to use sonorus next time?” The blonde's head snapped towards yours, his face flushing pink his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with a comeback. You smirked, looking over at Harry who hadn't removed his gaze off of Draco. "Come on, H. Look, I'll head off to the kitchens and grab some cheesecake and you go and tell Hermione and Ron that if they aren't finished bickering by the time I get back that-"

"-you will throw their asses in a bin. Got it." Harry smiled down at you, removing his grip off of you stalking off to the Gryffindor Common Room leaving you and Draco alone. The second you could no longer hear Harry's footsteps you let down your facade, shoving the blonde who just smirked at you.

"You asshole. Why'd you have to take points? I would very much like to win the House Cup this year,"

"It's not my fault, if you hadn't been out past curfew with Potter then maybe you'd still have those 10 points," He murmured, letting his eyes scale you up and down noticing you weren't wearing your usual attire. A pair of shorts covered your legs, along with an oversized hoodie that seemed quite familiar. A smile tugging at his lips as he realized it to be the one he let you borrow after the Yule Ball. It was his only article of muggle clothing, so no one had seen him wear it except for you which is why he had no problem lending you the hoodie.

"You got something against Potter, Malfoy?" You teased knowing the blonde was jealous of your relationship with his enemy, letting your fingers trail up his arms, patting yourself on the back mentally as you saw how much that had affected him. He practically became puddy in your hands.

"N-no. Why would I?"

"Oh no reason. Well, I should go and get Harry that cheesecake... see you later, Mal," You had leaned into him, your hands resting happily on his chest tugging him close your lips brushing against his ear. He shivered, willing his hands to not grip your waist and press his lips onto yours. Hastily pulling away from his tall frame, making your way down the stairs determined to grab a couple slices of cheesecake a smile on your lips as you thought about his gorgeous grey eyes shaking your head at the thought of crashing your lips together knowing it would never happen. Harry would kill the boy 1,000 times before coming for you next.

December 8th, 1995. The Great Hall. 1:08 pm.

You currently were trying to de-escalate a petty disagreement between Ron and Hermione knowing it would quickly become an argument before you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning your head around watching a blur of Slytherin robes walk past you. You excused yourself, knowing well they probably didn't even know you were there, hurriedly making your way out of the Great Hall, popping one last grape into your mouth chewing happily looking around for the blonde almost letting out a scream as you were dragged into an invisible corridor a hand wrapped around your wrist. At the sight of a familiar pair of grey eyes you relaxed, but not before smacking the blonde upside the head which made him whine rubbing the sore spot.

"You asshole. I didn’t even know this corridor existed, I thought I was going to die,"

"Sorry. I didn't know how else to get you to your attention,"

"Maybe a simple, 'Hey!' would do," He rolled his eyes at your sarcastic remark, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully trying to think of how he was going to word his next question feeling his face starting to grow red, "What was so important that you needed to steal me out of lunch for?"

"Well... I have a question." You felt yourself stiffen, your hands scrambling to fiddle with the hem of your sweater peering up at the blushing Slytherin. Merlin... is he-is he about to- your thoughts were interrupted at the sound of Hermione yelling at the top of her lungs her insults aimed at the red head. A loud sigh left your lips knowing you had to go and see what in the world was going on this time, mentally cursing at yourself.

"I'm so sorry, Mal. I have to make sure Hermione doesn't kill Ron. I'm fairly certain she wouldn't like to end up in Azkaban." A loud sigh of relief left Draco's lips nodding at your words, giving you a soft smile as your ran off to chase after your friends. Maybe after the Christmas Holidays... yeah, after Christmas. He ran his fingers through his gelled hair, straightening up his school uniform before briskly making his way back into the Great Hall with his signature smug look.

December 18th 1995. The Slytherin Common Room. 11:53 pm.

"Yes!" You smirked down at the silky fabric twirling it in between your fingers, almost forgetting the boy who stood behind you with a teasing glint in his eyes. You stuffed the fabric into the pocket of your hoodie, closing the drawer with a satisfied hum spinning on your heels to face Theodore Nott who had his hands tucked into his dark wash jeans eyeing you, "I got it,"

"I can see that, but what exactly is it that you got?"

"You'll see when classes start back up. And to prove it to you, I'll come to you first thing in the morning." You flashed him a wide grin, pulling the sleeves down on the grey hoodie covering your hands with the sleeves. He just smiled down at the bubbly Gryffindor motioning towards the dorm door, following after you as he led you into the Common Room with ease his hands gently placed on the small of your back leading you to the door before coming to a stop right as he went to open it.

"You know, if it weren't for the fact that Herbology would be an absolute nightmare without you, I wouldn't be doing this," He mused, his dimples poking out as he watched you let out a loud laugh shaking your head at the Nott boy. You chewed on your bottom lip to stop yourself from grinning, peering up at him.

"You love me, Nott. Now let me out. I'm in the mood for some cookies,"

"Whatever you say, love. Goodnight. Please be careful,"

"Aren't I always, Nott?"

January 9th, 1995. Outside The Slytherin Common Room. 7:32 am.

You felt your body practically vibrating, nerves flowing through your body a small smile on your face, rocking back and forth on your heels your satchel feeling heavier than usual as you stood waiting for a familiar face.

Nearly knocking out the tall boy who had cleared his throat, turning your whole body towards him a wave of relief washing over you. He chuckled at your reaction, before choking on his own saliva as he looked down at the tie wrapped around the collar of your bright white button up. A loud giggle left your lips as you untucked the tie from the vest showing the bright green and black stripes of the silky tie.

The brunette made his way over to you his fingers taking a hold of the tie, a smirk growing on his lips.

"Is this..."

“Yes... the ‘forsaken’ tie. Stolen from yours truly, Mr. Malfoy." The Nott boy let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back as he thought of the look on Malfoy's face as he saw the girl he's been crushing on for years wearing his tie for the whole school to see, "That's not even the best part. His initials are so graciously placed for the whole world to see,"

"That is bloody brilliant. I would love nothing more than to chat with you love, but I have to go wake up the rest of the lot. But come by later and we’ll talk all about it. Sound alright?"

"Of course! Oh, and Nott? Tell Malfoy to make sure his tie is properly tied,"

January 9th, 1995. The Great Hall. 9:10 am.

"Hey! Did you hear about- woah... what are you wearing?"

"Malfoy's tie," You replied nonchalantly, scooping some yogurt into your bowl tossing some fruit on top. The sound of Ron and Harry choking on their juice made you smirk, shoveling a spoonful into your mouth to avoid talking to them. The feeling of someone grabbing your wrist forced you to look up, locking eyes with a pair of vibrantly green eyes swallowing the yogurt down, "Yes?"

"Don't 'yes' me. Why are you wearing Malfoy's tie? You guys are always bickering, you guys are worse than Ron and-" You scoffed, arching one of your eyebrows as you ate another grape, Harry stopped to think correcting himself, "-okay maybe not that bad. But what the hell?"

"H, it's nothing. Don't worry about it,"

"Well, he and I are going to worry about it. He's a complete asshole. Oh no...don't tell me you guys slept together-"

"I swear, if you guys slept together, I will hex his ass into oblivion." The dark haired boy spat out through his teeth, his eyes darkening flickering behind him standing up out of nowhere his stance stiff. You turned around facing a blonde who looked to appear seething, his hand gripping his wand so tightly his knuckles were stark white.

"You let her go this instant," Draco's stone hard eyes flickered down to you, his lips parting at the sight of one of his ties wrapped around your neck taking a step forward to grasp the fabric before being shoved back by Harry whose face was also flushed.

"Don't touch her, you ferret."

"She's not yours, Potter."

"Well, she would much rather choose me over you."

"How. Dare. You-"

"Okay! Malfoy, let's go." You grabbed a hold of his much larger hand, hastily dragging him out of the Great Hall in order to stop the seething boy from hexing the 'Chosen One' managing to catch the eyes of many as they saw the infamous 'Slytherin Prince' and one of Harry Potter's best friends hand in hand. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors were at a lost for words as they had seen one of their own willingly be around a Slytherin. You let out a relieved sigh once you had closed the door to the empty classroom, glancing at the blonde whose face was no longer a bright shade of red.

"Is this the year for all the guys to go batshit crazy? Did you finally hit puberty, Mal?"

"Where did you get my tie?" The flustered boy breathed out, his eyes never leaving sight of the fabric wrapped snug against you neck. Your hands reached up to fiddle with the silky fabric, tugging at it so it came undone letting the tie rest on your hands as you peered up at him. His eyes had darkened significantly, his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth as he eyed your pouty lips.

"Nott let me into your room, and I stole it." You felt your hands getting antsy, as the boy took a step towards you. “W-what are you doing?”

His eyes scanned your face for any sign of discomfort, making the bold move to cup your face with his hand letting the other hand rest warmly on your hip feeling your breath hitch, "Can I kiss you? I won't if you don't want me to. It's completely understandable if you don’t! You know on the other hand I think I heard someone calling me actually-"

"Bloody hell, Malfoy. You talk too much," You took matters into your own hands tossing his tie onto an empty desk pressing your lips against his hungrily. Wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling your body flush against his toned frame. His hands gripped your hips, his thumbs digging in deeper as you tugged at his blonde locks. He let out a breathy moan, clawing at your sweater trying to intake as much of the moment as he could.

"I've been dreaming of this moment since you tipped your bowl of pasta over my Yule Ball suit," A loud laugh left your swollen lips at his comment shaking your head, parting from the Slytherin boy whose warm breath fanned over your face a tiny smile on his bruised lips, "Did I ruin the moment?"

"Just a bit,"

"I'm sorry... but if it helps, your plan backfired and you ended up getting yourself dirty as well,” He untangled himself from you, running his fingers through his ruffled blonde hair before looking over at you an readable expression on his face. You tilted your head at him, motioning him to continue speaking, "I um... I have a question."

A wide smile covered your face, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from giggling at the nervous boy who was rubbing the back of his neck, "Yes, Malfoy?"

"I was wondering if you... would you like to go out with me?" He grinned, his hands taking a hold of yours tugging you close his eyes peering down at the growing smile on your face. You shook your head at him, letting out a loud sigh.

"That's a pretty tough question, I think I'm going to have to get back to you on that-"

"Don't even start,"

"I'm just messing with you, Mal." An idea came to mind, wrapping your fingers around his tie tugging him to you pressing your body against his, Draco's eyes wide feeling all the blood rush down from his brain as he saw you with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I'd love nothing more than to go out with you..."

"Good... now how do you feel about skipping today and put these ties to good use?"

"Malfoy!"

"What?”

"You're a prefect!"

"And...?" The silence that came afterwards seemed to prove his point, smirking down at you letting out an appreciative hum as you pressed a soft kiss to his awaiting lips trying to deepen the kiss before you pulled away making your way to the door.

"You should close your mouth or else you'll catch pixies,"

The blonde clamped his mouth shut watching his girl walk out the door, shaking his head as he picked up the extra tie about to shove it into his pocket before he noticed something by his initials. Beside his initials were your initials with a little heart by it, making his heart swell a smile on his chiseled features. You are going to be the death of me, he thought to himself hurrying to his classroom a permanent smile not etched onto his face.

a/n: thank you so much for this request! i had so much fun writing this where i wrote it all in one sitting. i hope you like it! lots of love <3

Absolutely Whipped | Ron Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1,987 words

Warnings: cursing

Requested: Can you do a Ron x Reader? Backstory doesn’t really matter but I feel like it be preferred if they were best friends before hand which I know is basic and generic but it’s cuuteee 🥺 @medioocremar

January 2nd, 1994. The Gryffindor Common Room. 8:54 am.

The sound of Ron angrily yelling out curse words at his fellow peers caught your attention, trying to make your way over to the red head, attempting to cover your reddening cheeks with your hand as you watched the furious red head snap his head to look at you at the sound of a gasp leaving your lips. Harry rests his arm on your shoulder, chuckling at the ginger who had just thrown a book at George. His twin brothers had slipped a drop of one of their test prank potions into his mouth while he was asleep, resulting in the bright pink hair covering his freckled face.

“Oh my...”

“I don’t think I am ever going to let him live this down,” Harry chuckled into your ear, following Weasley’s figure with his jade eyes letting out a content sigh as he saw him storm upstairs to the boys dormitories. He motioned at you to follow him, which you did gladly silently opening the door to their room letting out a yelp as you were met with Ron grabbing you rather hotly.

“Drop me right this instant, Billius-”

“Ron, let go of your little munchkin” The red head blushed as Harry exposed one of the many nicknames he called you, dropping your short frame onto the ground leaving your body crumpled on the floor leaving you to send daggers at him from your position on the floor. Harry rolled his eyes at his best friends actions, motioning towards the girl on the floor realization hitting the red head like a ton of bricks as he scrambled to pick you up giving you a sheepish grin. You smacked him on his shoulder, ignoring his wines as you focused your attention on the glaring color resting on his head. The 6′3 wizard plopped on the edge of his bed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Sorry... thought you were George.”

“Yeah, yeah Weasley,”

“Do you have any idea about what I am suppose to do about this?”

“I think if I beg your brothers long enough, they’ll give me the reverse potion. If you don’t want to come out of your dorm, then you don’t have to. Harry and I could bring you food throughout the day,” You offered the tall ginger a smile, which he returned opening his arms for you to walk into. Your smile widened as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder swaying them back and forth relaxing into his warm embrace.

“Awww... group hug!” The black haired wizard teased, tackling the lot of us forcing us to fall forward onto Ron’s bed knocking the wind out of you, reaching behind you smacking the bespectacled boy shoving him off of you, “Ow. Why must you be so aggressive?”

“I’ll show you aggressive-”

“Wait no! I take it back!”

The only sounds that came from the room were the sounds of you uttering profanities at Harry, and the screams of terror leaving his lips as you threw anything and everything you could get your hands on. Just before you got the chance to throw a chair at the dark haired boy, the tall ginger wrapped his arms around your waist throwing you over his shoulder like you were a satchel. You whined trying to get him to let you down, which only resulted in the snickering from the duo as he held you firmly against him. A thought came to mind, sneaking your hand down and landing a harsh slap against his bottom smirking to yourself as you felt the Gryffindor practically throw you off of him thankfully Harry caught you instinctively, a pout on his plump lips his hand rubbing on the tender skin. You felt Harrys chest rumbling as laughter raked through his body, twirling around in his arms sending daggers at the wizard.

“I wouldn’t be giggling if I were you, Potter. You’re next-”

“No! You keep your hands to yourself-”

January 7th, 1994. The Library. 3:03 pm.

You let out a frustrated groan, tugging harshly at your hair as you tried to re-read the words written in front of you. That makes no sense. I swear to you there was no porcupine quills in the Draught of Peace, you thought to yourself angrily trying to control your breathing. A fellow blonde caught sight of the frustrated tears in your eyes, pushing away any doubt choosing to help you out. He checked to make sure no one was around to see the girl close to a breakdown, including peering in between a few books, but he knew it would be highly unlikely since many people were still in their last class of the day. The Hufflepuff took a seat across from you, almost not catching your attention if it weren’t for the styled hair no other kid in the school seemed to pull off, other than the infamous Cedric Diggory.

“Oh, hey Cedric! I didn’t know you had a free period today,”

“I wasn’t supposed to, but I injured myself yesterday so they gave me today off to get me to recover faster, but knowing Madam Pomfrey she just wanted me to relax.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Well, if you’re getting a day off why are you choosing to spend it in the library? Not saying it’s a bad thing,” You questioned, scratching out another wrong list of potion ingredients cursing underneath your breath running your fingers through your messy curls. Your tired eyes looked up to lock eyes with the boy who was motioning down at your note filled parchment paper, “Oh this? I’ve been struggling in Snape’s class lately. It’s only been these past 3 or 4 classes, but it’s still infuriating,”

“I can help you, if you’d like?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that to you.”

“I swear, it’s not a big deal. Think of it as a favor for keeping me company on this lonely day.” You felt yourself nodding at his words, grinning at the small smile that made its way onto his pale cheeks. The next hour and a half you guys spent going over all the small mistakes you had made on your quizzes. The pair of you ended up spending up a good portion of it making silly jokes, and goofing off. In the end he happily assured you that it was nothing major. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders, leaning into your palm as he scribbled down a few tips and notes on the marked up assignment flashing you a smile. 

“You are a saint, thank you Cedric. How can I repay you? Name your price, I’ll do it.” 

“Oh it’s nothing, honestly-”

“Did I just hear... a hug? A hug, are you sure? Of course, Cedric. Anything for you,” You teased, hurriedly making your way around the table to wrap your arms around the Hufflepuff who just laughed at your antics, slithering his arms around your waist letting out a breath he had no idea he was holding in. You hastily pulled away from the warm hug, noticing a head of red hair making its way over to you giving him a wide smile.

“Hey, Ron! How was-”

“Diggory,” The red head stated his voice laced with jealousy, his nostrils slightly flared as he towered over the Hufflepuff who was currently seated setting his satchel on the library table his jaw clenched. Cedric’s smile was wiped off his face a teasing look in his eyes, choosing to brush past him making his way out of the library but not before flashing you a warm smile. You rolled your eyes at your best friend, shoving his shoulder playfully as he took the seat Cedric had previously been sitting in.

“I swear you turned green for a split second there-”

“That is not true,”

“Oh really, so that wasn’t Mr, I’m Jealous of the Handsome Triwizard Champion?.” You leaned down to meet his bright blue eyes, quirking an eyebrow at the stammering red head, “That’s what I thought,”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course. You can ask me anything”

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? I-I know we usually go with ‘Mione and Harry, but I thought it could just be the two of us. What do you say?” The red head blushed profusely his words spewing out, scratching at the back of his head as he avoided eye contact with you. You felt a blush creep up your neck, tucking a stray strand of hair behind you ear.

“Is this a date, Weasley?”

“Only if you want it to be,”

“I’d love to go with you to Hogsmeade.” You whispered, feeling your breath hitch at the heat radiating off of his hand as it cupped your cheek. Leaning further into his touch nearly choking on your breath as he closed the little space between the two of you, his breath fanning over your face. You could almost swear that if your heart was 1 beat faster it would send you into cardiac arrest.

“Then it’s a date,”

January 8th, 1994. The Courtyard. 9:15 am.

You had decided to dress up a bit for your so called date, feeling rather cute in your outfit as you looked around for the tall red head your eyes scanning every face you came in contact with. A tap on your shoulders caused you to spin on your heel coming face to face with a flustered Ron, nearly awing at the way he cleaned up for you. He had a nice dress shirt tucked into a pair of jeans, a worn jacket thrown over the outfit a beanie covering his red hair. You playfully fanned yourself at the sight of him, giggling at the blush that washed over his entire face. Holy heavens above, who let this absolute angel come into my life you thought to yourself, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. That little action didn’t go unnoticed by Ron, who felt his chest tighten at the sight of your bottom lip trapped in between your teeth.

“You look really nice, Ron,”

“I look like rubbish compared to you, You look absolutely breathtaking,” He blushed, taking a tentative step forward taking your hand into his much larger one. Everything seemed to slow down at you felt like getting lost in his eyes, giving the red head a cheeky grin as he pulled you into his embrace his toned arms holding you tightly. You let your hands trail up his torso, resting on his chest pressing your body into his tall frame. You could tell this boy was going to cause some serious neck problems in the near future, considering he grew at the rate and height of a magic beanstalk.

“Are you ready to go- oh, w-what are you doing?”

“Just a little something,” You breathed out using this opportunity to grab a hold of his jacket, tugging the Gryffindor close to you feeling his breath hitch as you wrapped your arms around his neck crashing your lips against his. The second your lips touched it felt like everything else had disappeared, and it was only you and Ron in a state of bliss. The red head tightened his grip around your waist hoisting you up enough so he could properly kiss you. He deepened the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh as you tugged at the ends of his hair.

“Oi lovebirds! Stop eating each other, let’s go,” The Weasley twins shouted unanimously at the pair, leaving the two of them flustered pulling away from each other hastily, you tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, your cheeks a bright shade of pink.

“We better go before they end up dyeing my hair next,” Ron let out a throaty laugh, which in turn made you giggle too eyeing the ginger who calmed down enough to offer your hand entwining your fingers together making your way over to your group of friends who were cat calling and whistling at the both of you. 

You thought that after years of chasing after the boy you had been crushing on since you bumped into him, after the Sorting Ceremony, finally being yours would feel special. This felt absolutely magical. The sight of the red head goofing around with his friends, that smile you loved so much spread across his face made your heart melt fiddling with the necklace strewn across your neck. Ron happened to look up from his current conversation with Harry flashing you a loving smile that twinkle in his eyes. Damn you Ronald Weasley, you have me utterly and positively whipped. 

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