Hiya There May I Request A Teenage! Tom Riddle X Slytherin Reader? I Like To Imagine That During His

hiya there may I request a Teenage! Tom Riddle x Slytherin reader? I like to imagine that during his time in Hogwarts he met someone who makes him question is this really what he wants to become (even if just for a second) the reader is not into the pureblood prejudice thing and she begged him not to follow his blind ambition to become a dark wizard and for a moment he’s tempted to say yes and just stay with her? but of course his ambition won so ANGSTY please feel free to break my heart

The Light to His Darkness | Tom Riddle x Reader

Word Count: 2,289 words

Warnings: cursing, some making out, angst, death

October 5th, 1944. The Great Hall. 9:10 am.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you saw Avery and his group approaching you, a smug look on his face, stirring your eggs around your plate a small smile creeping it’s way onto your face. You had made it to the Great Hall early this morning so you could talk to Tom about some homework, but he was off talking to Professor Dumbledore and you would have to wait for him to come back. If he ever did come back. Sometimes when he spoke to Dumbledore he would spend hours speaking to the old man, and he wouldn’t even realize. The feeling of someone sitting next to you broke your train of thought, flashing Avery a smile knowing he wouldn’t take anything else for a greeting. The boy had been chasing after you for 5 years, and he hasn’t faltered since.

“Good morning, Avery. How did your date with Nott go?” You teased, shoveling a forkful of eggs into your mouth smirking at the blushing blonde. The group of Slytherins who had walked with him to the Great Hall were all laughing, including Nott himself.

“Oh, come off it. You know I only have feelings for you, sweetheart.”

“I’m quite aware. I don’t think that changes how dear old Nott feels for you,” Nott reached over the table grasping Avery’s hand in a dramatic flourish pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, before Avery ripped it out of his grasp throwing a grape at his face, “Hey, that was my grape!”

Avery grabbed a handful of grapes out of a nearby bowl, dropping them hastily in your plate managing to get them all over your eggs. You laughed, shoving him over playfully bouncing a grape off of his forehead. The pair of you had failed to notice the sobering up of your surrounding peers, turning to pop a grape into your mouth.

“Avery. You’re in my seat,” The deafening silence that came from the second Tom had opened his mouth was instantaneous, the once smiling boy’s face turning stone hard moving over to make room for Tom who swiftly sat down next to you. “Everything in order?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good... I’m going to need you to meet me in the Room of Requirement, at midnight... Bring your wand,”

The second bit of his sentence he directed to you, his warm breath just barely brushing over your cheeks nodding at his words turning your head to look at him. His features were harder than usual, his bottom lip had turned a red shade from chewing on it, a habit he had gotten into recently one that he only did when he was worried, an emotion he rarely felt.

“How about we go to Hogsmeade this upcoming weekend? Are you guys willing?”

You chirped trying to ease up the mood, running your fingers through your hair scanning the faces of the boys in front of you and to the right of you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Tom’s feature soften, his hand reaching out underneath the table to pat your knee ever so softly.

“Why not?” Your eyes flitted over to Tom, a smile sneaking onto your face. “Wouldn’t want to miss out on a chance to give Avery another chance at his date,” Tom jested taking a sip of his juice.

At first they didn’t know if they should laugh, considering Tom’s voice never usually showed any form of emotion other than anger and the occasional joke here and there, until you broke the silence by choking on your orange juice giggling at his comment. After that, they all joined in on teasing Avery whose face was a bright red. Tom made eye contact with you, sending you a playful wink making you roll your eyes.

October 7th, 1944. Honeydukes. 11:25 am.

You snorted as you caught sight of Avery and Nott fighting over the last Sugar Quill, pressing against the tall brunette who was looking down at you a teasing glint in his eyes. The trip to Hogsmeade was a success, you had wanted to boys to forget about their plans for a day, and just go back to being their playful selves and it worked. Lestrange, Rosier and Mulciber had gotten around to buying out most of Honeydukes. Leaving them to amuse themselves to toss Acid Pops at one another, their laughter infectious.

“Tom?” He hummed in response, pressing his hand on the small of your back. The taller man lead you out of Honeydukes, the cold air slapping against your face, giggling as Nott was holding the Sugar Quill proudly in his mouth as the blonde sulked, “I was wondering if we could hang out tonight, like how we used to.” You flashed a warm smile tugging your jacket around you tightly as the cold air threatened to knock you over.

“Sweetheart,” At the sound of that pet name leaving his mouth you tensed up, knowing he only used it when he needed things from you chewing on your bottom lip, “As much I love spending time with you, we have things to do. We can’t keep pushing back the schedule, once we do we’ll never catch up.”

“Tom, please? I just want one night of us being normal. Just you and me, in your room- talking all night like we used to… and I promise, I won’t ask for anything ever again.” Tom faltered for a moment, his eyes closing as he mulled it over turning around on his heels to face you. His large hands cupped your cheeks, tugging you closer your breath hitching.

“You know I’d do anything for you. Anything-” Your eyes flickered down to stare at his lips, making him tense up “Okay. Just... just tonight. And after that-.” He breathed out, his dark eyes piercing your soul moving to release his grip on you. You placed your hands over his, keeping him in place swallowing down your nerves.

“I know, I promise. I won’t ask you for anything else,” You sighed, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm feeling his grip tighten on you, “Come on, we don’t want to waste the rest of the day away.”

October 12th, 1944. The Room of Requirement. 12:06 am.

A loud cry left your lips, crumbling to the floor feeling your body spasming at the pain coursing through your body. Your fingernails were digging into your palms, blood oozing from how hard you were squeezing your eyesight going hazy. The veins in your neck were protruding, as you let out blood curdling screams into the soundproof room. Tom was stood off to the side his face free of any emotion, watching his best friend getting tortured by Avery whose eyes were full of tears. The brunette had ordered the blonde to do this task to prove his loyalty to him, knowing Avery had a soft spot for you.

“Stop,” The blonde instantly dropped his wand dropping down to his knees from the amount of energy it took for him to send the cruciatus curse, his hands shaking, “Get up, Avery.” The blonde helped himself off of the floor, wiping any sort of emotion off of his face staring down at your crumpled body tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. Even though he had lowered his wand, you could still feel every sting and every prickle of your body.

“Sir,”

“You’re free to leave.”

After several moments of silence, trying to regain your breath as well as attempting to wrap your mind around what had just happened. The entire time you had been friends with Tom, he had never laid a single hand on you. Every time one of his followers tried to cause you any sort of harm he would end up leaving them bruised beyond recognition. This year he had been extremely distant, but you didn’t think that would change anything between either of you.

Not like this.

“Doll... let me help you,” His cold hands helped your burning figure off of the floor and onto a nearby couch, his hands never leaving yours even as you tried to put as much distance between the two of you whining with every move, “Here, drink this. It will help rid of the pain.”

He took a hold of your face, parting your lips as he poured the crimson potion into your mouth your cracked lips wrapping around the cool glass feeling your body practically melt as the effects of the potion instantly began to take effect. One of the many things you were grateful for; Tom’s expertise in Potions.

“Thank you...” You choked out, leaning your head back onto the soft cushions wanting nothing more than to get out of the forsaken room. Even with your eyes closed you felt the burning stare of Tom, shifting so you could face him opening your eyes staring up at him, “Tom. I can feel you staring,”

“I’m aware,” He smiled softly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand away from your sweaty face his heart breaking the slightest bit as he thought back to your ear piercing screams and your thrashing body. He swallowed back his guilt, leaning in to make himself comfortable. “I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“-bullshit.” You scoffed out, trying to ignore the glint in his dark eyes keeping your face stoic, “You know you have full control over your actions, Tom.”

“No. I don’t. I did this without thinking of you, only thinking of Avery proving to me he would do anything I ordered him to without hesitating.”

“Is that all I am to you, Tom? I thought that I meant more to you, that I was a little more than just a fucking doll-”

You had managed to sit up properly, shoving your finger into his chest to show your anger.

“For fucks sake-” The Slytherin boy rolled his eyes at your words, his hands cupping your cheeks pressing his lips against yours catching you entirely off guard.

You knew you should have shoved him off and smacked him across the face but you couldn’t ignore the way he made you feel. His lips moving perfectly in sync with yours. Everything in you felt right, like the stars had aligned. Feeling your heart swell as you allowed his scent to infiltrate your body.

His toned arms moving to hold onto your hips, pulling you closer as your arms wrapped around his neck deepening the kiss.

You feel nothing but pure ecstasy.

A slight flutter in your chest as you felt his cold hands tighten their grip on you.

Tom had never felt anything like this with any of the girls he had slept with. For the first time in his life, he felt something. He didn’t know what it was, but whatever it was, he didn’t ever want it to end. Being wrapped up in your touch, and your warmth he forgot about everything but you. Tom had never in his life felt his mind this quiet before.

He didn’t think about his followers.

The horcruxes.

About how he had deliberately had sent one of his own to cause you harm.

He just felt you.

And that was enough... at least for a moment.

“Tom... you don’t have to do this. We can leave Hogwarts, and then- and then find a place for us to be. Away from the Orphanage. Away from everyone,” His breath came out in shallow breaths, wanting nothing more than to agree with your words. Your doe eyes were looking into whatever he had left of his soul, fighting the urge shaking his head, ripping himself away from you his wand in hand as he shakily let out a breath. “Tom?”

“I may not know what love is, doll, but whatever it is, I imagine it to feel like what touching you and kissing you feels like.” Your heart clenched, knowing there was a but coming, “But I can’t give this up. I have come so far. I’m so close. So close.” Your eyes clamped shut, gripping your wand as you let your head hang at his words. The sensation of tears making their way to your eyes once again washed over you, blinking away tears shaking your head.

“I understand...”

“I can’t have anymore distractions.” He whispered to himself, turning his back to you forcing you to get onto your feet shakily eyeing the brunette. Tom weighed the decisions over in his head, knowing one of them wouldn’t end as well as the other but he knew it would be the most effective.

“Tom-”

“Can you- can you do me one last favor?”

“Anything.”

A beat.

“Close your eyes and stand right there,” You willing shut your eyes, listening to the sound of Tom getting closer to you his warm lips pressing against yours lingering on you momentarily before shuffling backwards. A small smile was on your face, wanting nothing more than to bask in this moment forever.

Tom eyed your swaying form as you shifted your weight. His eyes scanned you head to toe, the way your hair was styled perfectly framing your face. Your breathtaking face, how you held yourself with your hands fiddling in front of you trying to memorize every single inch of your body down to the last freckle on your skin. “You know I care about you, doll. I always will. No matter what...”

“I know, T. But what does that have to do with-”

“I’m sorry, doll.”

“Sorry for what…- ”

“Tom?”

“Avada Kedavra” All you remembered was opening your eyes the second Tom had uttered the curse, your eyes locking together one last time before your once vibrant eyes grew dull your body crumbling onto the ground. The ghost of your smile was evident on your face, the corners of your lips turned up slightly as you laid there on the ground. Tom felt like every last strand of humanity grounding him was gone, as he kneeled down to caress your cheek leaning down to carefully unclasp the necklace from around your neck tucking it into his pocket. He closed your eyes with two of his fingers, standing up to his full height before making his way out of the Room of Requirement without a second glance back. His fingers fiddled with the necklace in his hand, the one that had been around your neck several seconds ago. Three down, four more to go, Tom thought to himself tightening his grip around the newfound horcrux briskly making his way to the Slytherin Common Room where his followers would be waiting.

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Time Turner Pt.2

Word Count: 5,358 words

Warnings: cursing, slight making out, slight angst towards the end

January 5th, 1977. The Slytherin Dorms. 7:38 am.

Small slivers of a deep green light glittered on the wall, piercing through the window in the room making a certain curly haired girl groan, the light hitting her closed eyes rather harshly. Sleepily sitting up, stretching softly letting out small sounds of appreciation as she felt her back crack. 

Diana swung her bare legs over the edge of the bed letting her sock covered feet touch the stone floor, making her way over to the window eyeing the rays of light streaming through the water a smile tugging on my lips. The young girl made herself comfortable on a small ledge that she had grown to love, bringing her knees up to her chest. Resting her hands on the ledge of the window closing her eyes softly, basking in the warmth of the sunlight caressing her skin. Ever since she had arrived, her memories of her present had grown increasingly fuzzy. If she tried hard enough, she could remember the faces of a few of her best friends but besides that she could hardly remember anything.

"Morning" A husky voice whispered, snapping her out of her day dream twisting her head to lock eyes with Severus. His head was slumped against his pillow, staring up at her making her smile grow wider at how adorable he looked hurrying over to him stopping herself from jumping on his bed. He rolled his eyes, lifting his comforter knowing this scheme from when Lily tried to always cuddle, she was always cold, but knowing he would never want to. 

He had only known his girl for a couple weeks after spending most of his time with her in his dorm. Dumbledore had sent meals up to her so the other kids wouldn't be suspicious of the dainty Hufflepuff in the Slytherin Dormitories. It was now the first day of classes since the holidays, she had been here for three weeks, a couple days before the holidays had started, but he had managed to grow surprisingly close to her after being so shut off from the rest of the world for so long.

Nuzzling her way underneath the covers, wrapping her arms around his bare waist, having grown accustomed to him being shirtless with her as she made him feel incredibly safe. He wrapped his arms around her, inhaling the sweet scent of honey her hair always seemed to give off enjoying her soft touches. Rubbing her thumbs subconsciously on his milky skin, pulling him closer against her small frame intertwining their legs together. 

A knock on the door broke them out of that trance, feeling his muscles tense up underneath her hands. He sighed deeply pulling away from her hurriedly pulling on a jumper, she stood up hurrying into a corner whispering incantations over her looking down at her toes seeing she blended perfectly into the floor underneath her.

"Who is it?"

"Regulus... did you forget that I was supposed to be coming by for that potion?" A raspy voice murmured, opening the door to Severus' room, a tall guy with long dark hair stood in the room eyeing the room his features blank of any emotion. Diana immediately knew she recognized this guy, she tried to figure out how she recognized him knowing she hadn't left the room in a quite of bit of time. Her hand held onto her wand tightly eyeing the two boys in front her, her heart hammering at her chest. What kind of water are these guys drinking, holy hell, every single guy I've seen looks like they came right out of a magazine.

"Right..." Severus mumbled, briskly walking over to his dresser shuffling through all his belongings a sense of urgency in his movements, his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth. The sound of papers and journals shuffling filled the room before it stopped all together, his delicate fingers wrapped around a vial of a deep violet substance, the mop of dark hair stalked forward his eyes wide in amusement. Severus pursed his lips a hardened look on his face, an expectant look on his face as he eyed Regulus, the dark haired bloke huffed angrily pulling out a bag that practically sagged from the amount of coins inside setting them into his hand. Diana's eyebrows furrowed, eyeing the two seeing the contrast between the two Slytherins. Severus had a dark aura around him, even his features were deemed dark, while Regulus had a more light aurora. They both had this authority that oozed out of them both, but out of the two of them it was instantly noticeable who was in charge.

"Are you positive this will-"

"Are you questioning my abilities...Black?" Severus sneered his eyes darkening, his grip on the bottle tightening stuffing the coins into his pocket. Regulus' mouth closed rather quickly a glare set on his face, placing his hand out for Severus to place the bottle in his hand which he did gladly, waving his wand sending the awkwardly proportioned boy stumbling out of his room, the door shutting behind him. Sighing deeply his eyes looking around the room, a smirk tugging at his plush lips swishing his wand rather secretively. A loud laugh left her mouth as she was sent tumbling into his arms, her body fading back to normal making him smile warmly.

"I have classes soon. You will most likely be left by yourself until everyone heads to their first class. Try to be as inconspicuous as possible until then... alright?" He spoke softly, rubbing her arms soothingly a sad frown making its way onto his face. Tugging at his dark jumper pulling him closer, nuzzling into his warmth sighing rather happily. His arms wrapped around her tiny frame, setting his head into the crook of her neck a place he'd truly come to appreciate.

"Go get dressed, Sev. I'll get dressed out here, then I'll go and explore for a bit after I take a nap. But don't worry, I'll be here by the time you come back," Nodding against her soft hair, thumbs brushing the exposed skin of her shoulders pulling away from her walking over to his dresser. Waving his wand his clothes coming to him rather quickly, folding themselves neatly at the foot of his bed. Grabbing the materials opening the bathroom door, shutting it behind him softly. After Diana had gotten dressed, she pulled James' sweater over her head nuzzling into the familiar article of clothing, having worn it quite a bit since she had no other article of clothes asides from her uniform. Her fingers fiddling with the maroon fabric seeing as it matched very nicely with her skin tone, and the pastel yellow nail polish on her fingernails.

"You okay?"

"Yea! I'm fine, just gonna miss you s'all" Diana flushed red as she confessed that out loud, looking at Severus from the corner of her eye seeing his cheeks with a splash of pink on them. He cleared his throat distracting himself by placing all his homework and books into his satchel, tucking his wand into his pocket. Walking over to the door placing a gentle hand on the knob, turning back to the blushing girl sending her a warm smile making his way out of the room.

The loud ticking sounds coming from the clock seemed to have grown louder as the time passed by, rather slowly might she add, Diana's patience wearing thin. Letting out a sigh for what seemed like the 1,000th time looking at the clock, jumping up excitedly as she saw it had passed a little over 3 o'clock meaning she would be able to go outside since there was a low chance of any kids wandering the halls.

"Excuse me? Have you seen a tall guy with- hey... It's you!" She froze turning around hastily seeing the pair of blue eyes she had seen a couple weeks ago, looking down at her. A smile made its way onto her face waving at him, peering behind him as I saw the boy with the sandy hair jogging over to them. Diana waved warmly opening her mouth to say something to Remus before being smothered into the Chaser's chest, the familiar scent the sweater once gave engulfed her, rather than smelling so strongly of pineapples it smelt of mangos. She inhaled the intoxicating scent wrapping her arms around his firm torso, giggling as he swayed her side to side. A loud cough interrupted them, pulling away hastily watching the sandy haired boy eye the two of them teasingly.

"Hey Remus! You look a lot better since I last saw you, you doin' alright?" She asked, running her fingers through her curls seeing the boy grin rather wolfishly fiddling with the hem of his grey sweater. James snickered, patting his shoulder rather roughly before something caught his attention. The maroon sweater adorning the body of the bubbly, curly haired girl in front of him was...his. He remembered the day he had given the sweater to Lily after a day at Hogsmeade, that winter night happened to be the one time she had forgotten her winter coat so he lend her his Quidditch Captain sweater. A pang of hurt filled his chest as he now saw it adorning another girls body, thoughts racing through his head.

"W-where'd you get this?" James questioned, trying to play it off casually but both Remus and Diana weren't stupid and knew that he was hurt. She bit her bottom lip, searching through her head for an answer that didn't give her away playing with the hem of the sweater seeing the sleeves go past her hands. Diana felt herself swaying on the balls of her feet, peering up at the two talls guys who looked down at her expectantly.

"Well, after I chased after Severus a couple weeks ago. He took me to his room, so I could sleep somewhere because I couldn't be let into the Hufflpuff's Common Room for some odd reason. When I went to get dressed for bed, I had realized that I had nothing to change into so I asked him if he had anything that I could change into for the night, and he pulled out this sweater. He said something about Lily leaving it in his room one day, and just never came back for it so he let me use it. And so I've been wearing it quite a lot. But I can give it back if you'd like" He shook his head, his features relaxing at the knowledge that she didn't toss it away. But after a short couple moments his features hardened once again, peering up at her squinting from the harsh sun hitting his bright, blue eyes.

"You had to spend your Christmas break with Snivellus? I'm sorry, doll. Why didn't you come find us sooner, we would of gladly let you sleep with us." The tone of his voice was full of disgust, and it confused her. Snivellus? Was he talking about Snape?  The girl hastily began to tug the maroon sweater over her head, fixing her uniform underneath placing the warm fabric into his hands a soft smile on her face. His eyebrows furrowing clutching the fabric tightly, about to hand it back before she shushed him softly.

"You can have it back... and I would appreciate it if you didn't insult Severus in front of me. I don't know what you guys may have had in the past, but if it's about Lily, I can assure you he won't be bothering-"

"That's where you're wrong, doll. Severus is in love with Lily, always will be. You may think he likes you and all but he's a stubborn git. He has never been capable of loving anyone except for her, but she doesn't want him. She's with me," Hurt pang throughout her body, eyes stinging as the familiar warm sensation of tears making their way to her eyes.

"I don't like, Severus. He's an incredibly good friend, a good person at that, one of the closest ones I've had in a long time. So don't you dare and try to put words into my mouth, Potter," James' face softened an apologetic look flashed on his features, trying to hold onto her hands but he was too late. The girl had turned on her heel and was briskly walking away, her robes and curls flowing with the wind.

January 5th, 1977. Outside The Quidditch Pitch. 5:19 pm.

Diana's hands hurt from digging up all the jagged rocks and chucking them as far as they could go, rather angrily plopping down on a soft spot in the grass. It had been a couple hours since James had stated that Severus was still madly in love with Lily, but the hurt of knowing she might not mean something to him like he meant to her was still there. After their whole month together, she expected that he had at least felt their friendship to be quite special considering they had been incredibly close to one another. Which sounded quite silly to her now, considering Severus has know Lily for many years. The cool air helped relax her flustered state, letting her eyes flutter shut, leaves rustling above her.

"It's weird seeing you without your wand," The sound of someone whispering into her ear made her jump, nearly falling over in the grass clutching at her chest, glaring at the shaggy haired boy who just grinned cheesily at her.

"You arse, I felt my heart fall out of my mouth."

"Sorry, love." The calming silence that followed after made him eye the girl, who was staring out at the open space her hands fiddling with the hem of her skirt. He let out a small breath, inching his way over to her nuding his arm against her, "You alright?"

"James told me that Severus didn't have room in his 'little to non existent' heart for anyone other than Lily and the Dark Arts.  I suppose it's fair considering we've only known each other for a quarter of the time they knew one another; stupid, I know but... I'm just-," Her voice quivered, covering her face with her hands feeling the warm tears falling down her cheeks. Soft cries emitted from her lips, hurriedly wiping away the tears angrily. Sirius leaned closer to the girl, wrapping his arm around her shoulder holding her close to his chest. Tiny hands grasping his uniform wet streaks making their way through his uniform, tightening his hold on the crying girl his hatred for the greasy haired fool increasingly growing.

"Love... it's alright. You can stay with me if you'd like. James can sleep on the floor, like the ole deer that he is," A giggle left her lips at the pun, looking up at him staring into his baby blue eyes. His face lit up, feeling better to know he was able to make her smile hugging her once again but pulling away abruptly as a herd of footsteps made their way over to them. Sirius stood up, his wand at the ready staring at the figures standing before them. James, Remus and Peter looked worried, but once they saw the two of them standing before them they relaxed. James ran a hand through his wild hair, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

"Severus thinks we're hiding you which is bloody insulting but it's whatever. He's absolutely pissed. I would stay out of his way, Padfoot. Come on, Diana... we need to get you to Severus before he throws a-" Before the black haired boy could grab a hold of the short girl, he was hit by a spell feeling himself thrown backwards. His body slammed into a tree, his friends pulling out their wands anger evident on all of their faces. Severus had a murderous look in his eye, shooting strings of spells at the Marauders while Diana looked at them with an immense fear deep inside. Running over to James, wiping a trickle of blood off his cheek his face scrunched up in pain. His fingers held onto her hands as she helped him up, a burning rage flickering inside of him drawing his wand out. Before she could stop him, James had Severus up in the air with his wand thrown across the plush grass.

"James!"

"Stay out of it, Diane, he deserves it! All these years of chasing after my girl, and I never was able to do anything. Let me at him-" The moment those words left his mouth, they stopped as he was throw to the side muttering out a loud yelp as he landed on the dirt. Diana quickly helped Severus down, relief washing over her letting her feet take her over to the dark haired wizard, wrapping her arms around the tall lanky boy. She heard his heart hammering loudly against her cheek, his hands gripping her tightly.

"Severus, everything's okay. I wanted to have a moment by myself. I should have told you beforehand, but the guys had nothing to do with this. I promise..." Diana whispered against him, feeling his body relax against her feeling him let out a large sigh. She turned to face her friends giving them a soft smile, looking up at Severus whose pale face was flushed red with anger, "I'll meet you in your dorm, and we can go to Great Hall afterwards, alright?" He reluctantly nodded pressing his forehead against hers, briskly walking away from the group. Diana turned to face the marauders who were all standing rather awkwardly, feeling her fingers clench at her skirt as she saw James' face. Quickly muttering a spell sending it at him, his bruises and cuts fading from his face.

"Thank you..."

"Don't worry about it... Look, you guys may have had a completely different experience with Snape than me, but he's a good guy," James and Sirius grumbled at her words, simultaneously rolling their eyes at her, leaving Remus to adjust his stance eyeing her attentively, "I'll make sure he stays off your back. As long as I'm here, he won't touch you or Lily ever again."

"What if he does? If that-grease ball lays a finger of Lily-"

"Prongs, just drop it. Can't you see, just her being here she was able to send Snape away without him throwing a single hex at us," Remus offered, his eyes flickering back and forth between the brunette and the dark haired wizard. He sighed deeply, running his fingers through his hair silently agreeing to what he was saying, "Do you like Snape, Diana?"

"No. We just... connect really well, he has a soft side that he doesn't show many, and I have a side of me where I don't show many either. Including you lot," She teased, rocking back and forth on her heels laughing at her jest making them chuckle lightly at the sound of her laughing, "Alright, well... it's about time where I go devour some chicken. I'll see you guys in a bit,"

"Bye, Diana!"

"Bye!"

"Don't forget to keep those lips warm for me, love!"

"Oh, sod off, Sirius. You wish you could kiss these lips."

April 10th, 1977. Hogsmeade. 10:47 am.

Diana couldn't ignore her cravings for sweets any longer, so she had informed Severus she would be going to Hogsmeade that morning. He didn't want to get out of bed, but he wished her well and off she went. Thankfully, she had began her term at Hogwarts and had made a several new friends which she was quite thankful for. Dumbledore had allowed the girl to sleep with the Slytherin boy on the days they didn't have school, so she happily remained in contact with her best friend. For that day she had decided to wear a pair of high waisted jeans that flared out wards the end, showing off her butt which she was quite proud of, a pair of hightop white converse resting on her feet. Diana had opted for a an emerald green sweater, tucked into the jeans along with a denim jacket thrown over the sweater considering it was quite cold out. For some odd reason, it had decided to snow in the middle of April, but she wasn't complaining it had been too long since she had played in the snow.

She hated hiding her curls, but she would rather have flat curls then a rats nest so she pulled the hood of her jacket over her head to help block out some of the wind. Along with her new clothes, she decided to wear a full face of makeup her dark brown eyes popping out even with her large glasses framing her face.

"Oi, Lopez!" Her head snapped toward the direction of her name being shouted, smiling to herself as she caught a glimpse of Sirius making her way over to her bringing her into a warm embrace, "What do you think you're doing walking to Hogsmeade all on your own? You've got us, remember?"

"Oh trust me, I tried to forget," He pulled away from the brunette, adjusting his grip on her before lifting her into his arms like she was a child. She practically screamed, clinging to his neck as he walked over to the laughing bunch of guys, a pout on her face as he set her back on the snow covered ground, "I'm not a doll, Sirius."

"Ooh, doll. I quite like that name for you. It's either that or honey bun. The list of nicknames just keeps on growing!"

"Definitely, doll." James chuckled, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose eyeing the sulking 5'4 girl ruffling her curls laughing as she playfully swatted his hand away, "Fiesty too,"

"I will throw you in a garbage bin, Potter."

"Whatever you say, Lopez,"

They continued to tease her as they walked with her to Hogsmeade, pestering her over and over again as to why they never saw her in between classes and why she didn't like to sneak off into the Forbidden Forest. She thought the last one had a perfectly good reason, but they didn't accept it, well James and Sirius didn't. After several minutes of pestering they gave up, sadly, but they all lightened up once she offered to buy them all a round of butterbeers. Diana giggled at their childish actions, chasing after them as they began sprinting towards The Three Broomsticks with a skip in their step.

"Hi, I was wondering if I could buy these bozos all some butterbeer?" Diana asked the young lady at the pub, who smiled warmly at her. The energy in the pub always gave her positive vibes, which just seemed to spread to any person she came in contact with practically bouncing in her spot.

"You got an ID, darlin'?"

"Yes, right of course," She flushed pink, flashing her the same identification she had given her the previous times she had come with Severus or with a few others. Diana looked around the pub, coming face to face with a sandy haired boy her smile growing. His cheeks were tinted a slight pink, running his fingers through his hair nervously as he eyed her stuffing his thumbs into the pockets of his dark jeans. The werewolf had a gorgeous yellow sweater on, along with a black jacket over it. His legs were covered by a pair of black skinny jeans, that had some small rips on them nicely cuffed at the bottom his converse peaking through.

"Hi,"

"Hi, Rem," She mused leaning against the bar counter, a teasing glint in her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the other three Marauders goofing around their prominent laughter echoing throughout the whole room, "Did you want something, I have no problem getting you-"

"Oh no, of course not. I actually came here to let you know that James isn't letting you buy the drinks. Every time he walks into the pub, he gives a certain sign to the bartender letting them know to put any and all drinks coming from his table on his tab-"

"That little gremlin,"

"No need to get angry at him, love. He's absolutely loaded, he loves to spend money on his friends-"

"Well so do I. Just you watch," She hastily walked over to her table, noting that the laughter seemed to die down as she approached them. Her small hands grabbed a hold of James' sweater tugging his tall frame into a corner of the pub, scrambling to let go of him eyeing him up and down running her tongue across her teeth, "Potter,"

"W-what did I do? Is it because I'm paying-"

"No... but I had to make it seem that way so the boys would believe it," Diana kept her angry face, a small smirk tugging at her lips. James' back was to the boy so she could see them whispering to one another, looking over in their direction. The dark haired boy chuckled at her idea, signaling for her to go on, "I...I think that's as far as my plan went. There was probably more, but I'm blanking."

James rolled his eyes playfully at the blushing brunette, placing his arms on either side of her face forcing her to press her back against the wall swallowing thickly, "A little birdie told me they have a crush on you”

"O-on me?"

"Mhmm... If I play this well, he should be over here... any second," James whispered into the crook of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He placed one of his free hands on her waist nearly breaking her in half as he pulled her against his firm body. Diana practically whimpered at the aggressiveness of his actions, feeling her breathing growing heavy, "You smell nice... is that honey?"

Diana giggle at his words, letting her head roll to the side as he pressed feather like kisses along her jaw, "Yes. It's my hair routine. My shampoo, conditioner and the leave in conditioner-"

Before she could utter any other words, she felt someone pull James away from her small frame a flustered expression on his face. She felt her heart swell as he shoved the snickering dark haired boy, tilting her head at the sandy haired boy who was looking at her with dark eyes. Remus grabbed a hold of her arm tugging her outside, the cold air slapping her exposed skin shivering almost instantly.

"You know James has a thing with Lily, right? Why in the world would you-"

"Rem... I don't like James. That little stunt we pulled was to get you to walk over there," His cheeks darkened significantly. The 6'3 tall guy stammered over his words, tugging at the hem of his thick sweater trying to come up with a reason for him storming over there. Diana grabbed a hold of his hands, the heat emitting from his large hands practically swallowed her smaller one, pulling the boy closer to her, "Don't get all shy on me, Lupin... I like you too."

"You do? The thing with Prongs... was that all fake?"

"100%" Diana giggled, letting her hands trail up his arms wrapping them around his neck having to stand on the tips of her feet. Remus eagerly wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging the small witch into his embrace feeling his heart begin to hammer at his sweater covered chest, lifting one hand up to cup her rosy cheeks.

"I don't think you understand how long I've waited to hear those words..."

"I can only imagine," She teased, a giggle escaping her glossy lips peering up at Remus through her glasses. He rolled his eyes choosing to make a bold move, leaning down to capture her lips into a soft kiss. She returned the kiss almost instantly, her fingers running through his sandy locks tugging at them as he deepened the kiss by running his tongue across her bottom lip. Her lips opened up to him instinctively, moaning into his intoxicating touch wanting more from the boy who was toying with her mouth. The burning sensation in her lungs was a sign of the little amount of air she had inhaled, parting from Remus resting her forehead on his eyeing his gorgeous blue eyes, "Woah..."

The Marauder blushed, letting his warm breath fan her face as he let out a chuckle. The second he opened his mouth to speak, the sound of hollering could be heard leaving the Pub turning their heads to face three giddy Marauders cheeky grins on their faces. Diana untangled herself from the Marauder, shoving her hands into her jacket shivering from the cold.

"And all it took was me kissing all up and down your girl's neck, Moony,"

"Don't even, Prongs. I will throw you in a bin-"

"Hey! That's my insult, get one of your own," Diana grumbled playfully, a pout on her swollen lips letting out a giggle as Remus walked behind her wrapping his toned arms around her waist tugging her into his chest. She sighed at the warmth coming from his body, letting her hands rest on top of his her head making itself comfortable on his shoulder. Sirius and James fake gagged, bent over dry heaving earning a kick in the shins by Diana who only managed to get James since Sirius had grown weary of her legs after she kneed him in his precious jewels. Peter just stood by and watched the encounter happen, snickering at James as he yelped from her aggressive kicks.

"Oi, why are your legs so strong?"

"It is strange how strong they are, isn't it? Considering her height-"

"Padfoot, I will gladly shove my foot up your ass."

"On the other hand. James stop being such a baby-" As they began bickering, she shook her head at them watching them begin to make their way to Honeydukes, forcing Remus to adjust his hold on Diana throwing his arm around her shoulder pressing a soft kiss to her temple. She wrapped her arm around his waist, her other hand holding onto the hand around her shoulders sighing happily. Peter had tried to chime in their argument, leading to the pair to start a fresh argument forcing Peter to join his cheeks growing increasingly more and more red.

Diana felt happy. She knew that this is where she should be at this exact moment, wrapped up with her new boyfriend, surrounding by some of her favorite people the morning sun shining down on them. Without even realizing it, the young witch had let go of any strings attached to her present, all memories of her friends and family had transformed into nothing more than a silly dream.

Those late nights studying with Neville, both of their lungs hurting from laughing so hard trying to stop themselves from waking up anyone in the Gryffindor Common Room. The kisses she had shared with the boy, both of their cheeks the shade of her favorite pink pajamas. All the inside jokes she had made with all of her fellow Hufflepuff peers, including Cedric Diggory, her best friend who passed away tragically. The smiles and loving hugs she had shared with The Golden Trio, the endless trouble they would get into without even having to ask for it. And most importantly, she didn't remember the faces and all the kisses her family would give her before sending her off to a school they trusted with their lives.

All these people would never get her back. They will spend the rest of their years wondering what happened to the Hufflepuff who always had a smile on her face, who never let her personal life affect her school life. The kindest girl to have walked the grounds at Hogwarts. A part of their heart remaining empty. No one managing to fill that void. How they would kill to get their hands on a time turner, just so they could turn back time and see her smile... one last time.

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Hello!! May I request a reader x Remus fic where they are both Hogwarts professors and the reader is a Hufflepuff and loves magical creatures, despite teaching either Muggle Studies or Charms. And she happens to come across Remus on the night of a full moon and she then becomes his source of comfort for the future, as she reveals herself as a Wolf animagus? Thank you, I love your work 💕

When Worlds Collide | Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 4,535 words

Warnings: cussing, a lot of year 3 spoilers, fluff

July 28th, 1993. Diagon Alley. 12:38 pm.

A wide grin crept onto your face, letting a few giggle leave your lips as you untangle your hair out of the poor snowy white owls talons, scratching behind its head watching it sink into your touch. Offering the creature a treat, the bird happily hooted into your hand flying away. Its wings contrasting against the stark blue sky as you made your way around all the shops with a smile on your face. The bags in your hands sagged under the weight of all of your new clothes and supplies for the upcoming school year.

In the upcoming month, Diagon Alley would be bursting with children and you knew the kids would need the supplies more so you would rather buy your things before hand so you wouldn’t risk the chance of leaving kids empty handed.

“I had no idea you had a special talent with animals, Professor,” The sound of someone speaking behind you made you jump, turning to face a sandy haired man whose eyes twinkled happily. You felt yourself relax, a smile creeping onto your face nudging Remus playfully. A blush coating your face as he let out a deep chuckle walking alongside you, as you made your way down the street.

“It’s a special talent of mine. They just get so excited to see me, they end up running into me. Purely intentional,”

“Of course... tell me more about it,” He mused, the teasing tone of his voice made you flush a deeper shade of pink. You giggled, shaking your head adjusting your hold on your bags spotting Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour out of the corner of your eye feeling your mouth water at the thought of some ice cream in this blazing heat.

“I’d love to tell you more about this over some ice cream. Care to join, Lupin?”

“You know, I do have a name, right?”

“Of course, but where’s the fun in that?” Remus shook his head his curls ruffling, following after the bubbly Hufflepuff whose face only brightened as they approached the Ice Cream Parlour. “Alright, I’m going to find us a table and set my bags down. Could you order me a cone? I’ll take anything with chocolate- ooh! Could I get something with caramel in it as well?”

Remus’ eyebrows raised in surprise, parting his mouth to ask if she wanted anything else but you had already bounced away. You waved at some people who you had recognized letting them drag you into a small conversation. He approached the man whose face looked rather enthusiastic, ordering his favorite flavor from the shop, ordering the same for you knowing if you were as big of a chocolate fan as him then you would adore the cold treat. Remus gracefully paid the man, offering a small thanks grabbing a hold of the treats walking over to you chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

Your face brightened up as you saw him approaching with a tall ice cream cone, grabbing a hold of the treat ready to devour the chocolate cream, “Thank you, Lupin. This looks delicious- I mean when has chocolate ever looked gross? Never that’s when.” You eagerly took a bite out of the cone, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sweetness overwhelming your senses.

“That good, huh?”

“Yes! I never thought chocolate would taste much different with chunks of chocolate mixed in with it.” You hummed, adjusting your position on your seat as Remus took a seat across from you his demeanor looking more shy than you had previously seen it.

“How much do I owe you, Lupin?”

“Don’t worry about it,”

“No, please. Let me repay you.”

“I’m just going to deny it regardless, (Y/N)” He mused, cocking his eye brow at you. The hufflepuff just nudged him and thanked him softly.

Eyeing your surroundings, locking eyes with a few wandering stares in your direction knowing they were aimed towards the scarred man in front of you. You mustered up the harshest glare you could, without a second thought. The people quickly looked away pretending to be occupied, smiling to yourself enjoying the cold treat.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that... I’m used to all the staring.”

“Just because you’re used to it doesn’t mean you should have to endure it. You’re a human being, with emotions just like everybody else. So what if you have scars on your face? That doesn’t make you any less human."You huffed, running your fingers through your fly aways. "I like to think of scars as- well, like memories! Fun stories to tell my friends, or strangers who like to stick their noses in everyone else’s business” You spoke the second part of your sentence a tad bit louder, knowing the people were eavesdropping on your conversation making them hush their whispered talk.

Remus felt his tummy flutter at your words, knowing you wouldn’t be saying those things if you knew the truth. If you knew who he truly was... a monster. But for now, you didn’t, and until you did he was going to soak up as much time with you as he possibly could. Letting the smile reappear on his face, as he watched you eagerly ramble about the upcoming school year and how excited you were to finally be working alongside a dear friend.

September 1st, 1993. The Hogwarts Express. 10:42 am.

Remus sluggishly plopped down in an empty compartment, wrapping his coat around himself pressing his face against the cold glass. You shook your head at the poor soul, rubbing his back comfortingly. The sandy haired man had told you that he had barely gotten any sleep due to this bad stomach bug, and to make matters worse he woke up that morning feeling like he had been hit over the head with a bludger. You had offered to give him a ride to Hogwarts, but he insisted the train would be just fine and that he would meet you at the school. Next thing he knew, the Hufflepuff is dragging him eagerly through the train waving to past students and new faces a wide smile on her face on the lookout for an empty compartment.

“You didn’t have to accompany me-”

“Lupin, I never have to do anything. But, I was not going to let you sit in pain surrounded by a bunch of kids. I personally love kids, but I would end up hexing a couple if I was in your state,” A deep chuckle left Remus, eyeing the Hufflepuff with a warm gaze, you felt your breath hitch as the proximity of the two of you finally clicked in. “Try to get some rest, Lupin. I’ll wake you up if absolutely necessary.”

“Thanks, love. Try not to hex any kids while I’m asleep,” You let out a loud laugh shaking your head at the man who was quickly falling asleep, his eyes drooping before he finally closed them his body slumping against the cold glass.

“No promises...” Mumbling under your breath, standing up from your position next to him moving your belongings to the overhead struggling with the last luggage due to it being out of reach huffing angrily. The sound of people entering the compartment caught your attention, turning to face the infamous Golden Trio eyeing you with a smile on their faces. You flashed them your signature smile, bringing them into a hug.

“Hi, you guys! How are you? Did you guys have a good summer?” The four of you spoke eagerly about the summer and their plans, exchanging all sorts of fun things they had done lifting the spirit of the room before Ron looked down at the unmoving body off to the side a confused expression on his freckled face.

“Um... Professor? Who’s the dead man in the corner over there?” You let out a chuckle, shaking your head at his bluntness to which Hermione had smacked him upside the head for, leaving the dark haired boy to snicker at the exchange.

“He’s not dead, Ron. He’s sleeping. And his name is Professor Lupin to you,”

“Professor? Is he our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?”

“Correct, Harry! Wow, you really do have some brain activity up in there. I was getting quite worried there for a moment,” You teased the dark haired boy who just flushed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Let’s take a seat before we go flying, alright?”

The next 2 hours went by like a breeze, with you speaking energetically to the trio enjoying your bag of caramel popcorn you brought from home the sweet aroma filing the air. Hermione was happily eating a Cauldron Cake, while Ron and Harry were more or less goofing off with the cakes. You were in the middle of telling them a story of your life before you came to Hogwarts when the train began to slow down the trees you guys were passing slowly became more visible. You hastily looked down at your watch, Hermione doing the same looking around with your wand in hand.

“We must be nearly there,” Uttered the redhead whose stomach growled loudly, leaning forward to take a look out the giant glass window, both you and Hermione eyed him a confused look on your faces.

“We can’t be there yet,”

Before you could agree, the sudden stopping of the train sent you nearly tumbling to the floor casting a fast spell to catch the falling luggages sending them back into their rightful places. The rain which you had hardly paid attention to before roared louder, slapping harshly against the train and then without warning all of the lights went away leaving your vision to be swallowed by the darkness.

“Lumos.” You mumbled, the light coming from your wand lighting up the entire compartment. The compartment door slid open, the nervous boy practically clambering over Harry in a rush to get away from the dark hallway. Neville’s chest heaved up and down offering the Professor a nervous smile. “You guys stay here, I’m going to go check with the driver.”

The sound of someone else making their way in, the flowing red hair caught your attention giving Ginny a comforting smile offering her a spot next to her brother which she happily took. The 5 of them looked cramped, but they weren’t complaining, the tension in the room was thick. They would all rather be stacked on top of one another like this rather than being alone.

“Ouch-”

“Ron, your elbow!-”

“-Crookshanks stay-”

“That was my nose-”

“Quiet!” The sound of Remus speaking startled you, turning to face the man whose face looked like it hadn’t slept in days but his eyes were wide awake and alert as he eyed the trembling children and your familiar frame standing next to him. He stood up, towering over each and every single one of you adjusting his coat so it hung over his shoulders. “Stay here, don’t move until one of us comes back-”

An unsettling sensation seemed to wash over the people in the compartment, the room drastically growing colder as a dark cloaked figure entered the room it’s dark faceless face staring down each and every single one of us.

A walking shadow, towering over you like a cloud moving around like a snake about to attack its prey.

The presence of it in the room made the children physically shiver, clinging onto one another feeling their chests tighten.

You felt your body struggle to breath as you saw the dementor take a hover forwards. Both you and Remus pointed your wands aggressively at the figure, getting in between him and the kids.

The dementor hesitated before its head snapped towards Harry taking in a shaky breath the rattling of its chest sending shivers down your body. The boy’s body went rigid, his eyes rolling into the back of his head his body sliding onto the cramped compartment floor. You felt your heart clench, dropping down to your knees cradling his head onto your lap so he wouldn’t end up hitting it as he began spasming.

“None of us are hiding Sirius Black under our coats. Go.” Remus angrily demanded, not faltering from his stance. The dementor paid no attention to the scarred man, leaning down to the trashing body on the floor. You whipped your head up, angry tears in your eyes pointing your wand at the dementor.

“Expecto Patronum!”

You hastily shouted, letting all of your happy memories linger in your brain sending your patronus towards the dementor who just fought against it but he couldn’t get through forcing him to leave. After the cloaked figure left your compartment, the light seemed to make its way back surrounding all of you with some warmth.

You crumpled against the ground, your breathing heavy after having used the powerful spell. Harry laid motionless against you, his face covered in sweat from the fit he had just finished having.

“Holy- I haven’t used that sucker in forever,”

“And you shouldn’t of had to. Stay here. I have to speak to the driver and hopefully get an owl out to Dumbledore.” Remus whispered down at you, standing up to his full height making his way out of the room before he turned on his heel tossing you a wrapped parcel, “Eat some of this, and make sure Harry gets some too.”

You shakily opened the parcel coming face to face with a block of chocolate, breaking off a piece popping it into your mouth. An immediate warmth spread throughout your body, regulating your breathing as you saw the worried looks on the children’s faces.

“Mister Weasley, would you mind slapping Harry awake?”

“Not at all,” You carefully dropped Harry’s head onto Ron’s cloak which he lent without a second thought. Breaking off a few pieces for the remaining people in the compartment, who gratefully took the chocolate their faces visibly relaxing. Who in the world let Dementors come so far from Azkaban? Let alone near these children. I am going to hex someones boss into oblivion, you angrily thought to yourself shakily standing up after making sure Harry was alive and breathing.

September 1st, 1993. The Great Hall. 7:38 pm.

The feast was about to start, and you were practically bouncing with energy at the thought of all the first years about to come crawling through those big double doors. Remus looked down at you with a nervous smile, catching sight of all the new faces practically whispering about him right in front of his face shifting nervously his coat hanging off of his shoulders much like it did on the train.

“How are you not a wreck after the incident on the train? Casting a spell like that takes a hell of a lot out of you, love”

“I was angry at first, but I didn’t want that to be the first impression these kids have of me. So, I helped myself to a little bit of your chocolate, don’t worry I’ll buy you more. and now I feel like I’m running on 3 cans of Red Bull.” Remus chuckled at your muggle remark, your smile never leaving your face.

Just as you opened your mouth your stomach growled rather loudly, a faint blush making its way across your face wanting to avoid eye contact with the two professors sandwiching you. Sheepishly nudging Severus whose upper lip just twitched, turning to face the sea of kids who were coming in through the double doors.

Subconsciously adjusting your position, placing your signature warm smile on your face feeling the nerves from the kids all the way from where you were seated. Remus fidgeted slightly, feeling his leg brush against yours as he saw the never ending clutter of 1st Years in the Great Hall. The sorting of the kids went surprisingly fast, clapping just a tad bit eagerly if they were sorted into Hufflepuff, but you didn’t let anyone else know that. You hadn’t even realized Dumbledore was speaking until halfway through his speech, quickly focusing all of your attention on the Headmaster.

“On a happier note, I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our rank this year.” You felt yourself having to hide the grin making its way onto your face as you clapped enthusiastically as Remus stood up bashfully, bowing slightly as Dumbledore called his name out. Letting out a wide grin, and a small holler as Hagrid stood up once his name was called his face a bright red wiping his sweaty hands on his heavy coat. The Gryffindor table seemed to have lost it, nearly jumping out of their seats to congratulate their favorite teacher at Hogwarts.

“Let’s not keep you guys waiting, dig in!”

A sound of joy left your lips as piles of delicious food appeared in front of your very own eyes the intoxicating smell of the food made your mouth water, happily helping yourself to their delicious chicken and mashed potatoes.

“Did you miss the food, Lupin? I know for a fact I gained about 10 pounds my first month teaching at Hogwarts from the food alone.”

You teased, shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes into your mouth eyeing the freckled boy who looked like a boy on Christmas day a smear of cheese on the corner of his mouth.

“Yes... I don’t think I have eaten a meal close to as good as the food here.”

“Hey, Lupin. You got a little bit of cheese right there-” The brunette blushed, wiping at his mouth with a nearby napkin. The remainder of the dinner you spent happily talking to Remus and occasionally getting the attention of Severus who would chime in a stoic look on his face until the sandy haired man hastily left the table claiming he had forgotten something. By the time it was time to return to your respected chambers you couldn’t help but feel a little glum, you didn’t quite want the night to end just yet. Which is why you took it upon yourself to sneak out of your chambers past curfew, much like you did during your last year at Hogwarts, making your way towards the kitchens a skip in your step.

“I do believe it is past curfew, Professor.” You nearly let out a scream turning on your heel, coming face to face with Professor Snape whose face looked happier to see you than it had during the feast. Playfully shoving his shoulder, shaking your head at the tall man who was sporting a small smile.

“You-you scared the hell out of me! I thought I was alone.”

“Well, I think you were a little off-”

“Oh shush,” Letting out a small chuckle, running your fingers through your messy locks catching glimpse of the vial in his grasp. Nudging his empty hand, motioning towards the vial with your head. “What’s that for?”

He visibly stiffened for a split second, and if it weren’t for the fact that you were intently looking at him you would have missed it. “Dumbledore wanted me to bring this down to Lupin, apparently he needs it for his upcoming Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson.”

“Huh... well I hope it all goes well. I’m going out for a little walk out by the Whomping Willow. You’re more than welcome to join me, Severus.” You teased the lanky man, walking backwards a smirk on your face. His lips twitched, tilting his head to look at your retreating figure.

“Come help me deliver this, and then we can go on your so called walk.”

“That’s the spirit, Severus!”

October 30th, 1993. The Forbidden Forest. 12:35 am.

The werewolf standing in front of you caused a wave of goosebumps to make their way down your arms, halting your movements knowing they could go charging at you at any moment. The creature tilted its head, taking a couple steps forwards your still form. You didn’t expect to find anyone out and about this late, let alone a werewolf that made your short stature look pathetic next to him. Holy... I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die. Merlin- your thoughts were cut short by the feeling of the creature nuzzling against your hand. You tentatively rubbed his hairless face, which in turn made the creature whine nudging you more aggressively. Letting out a soft chuckle, rubbing his head without as much hesitation.

“You’re alright buddy... I know, I know. I’m right here. Don’t worry. Are you hungry? I can go get you something to eat,” The werewolf let out a loud howl at your words making you laugh, never letting go of his face knowing he was probably feeling stressed. “Okay, okay. Let’s go get you fed, alright?”

The next couple of hours you spent trying to fix up the werewolf wounds, trying your hardest not to inflict any pain on the creature. You were tired beyond belief but you didn’t want to leave before morning, to try to catch a glimpse of the creature human form. It was around 5:30 am when the sun had began to bring some light to the sky, making the creature freak out.

“Hey... hey it’s okay. Look, I’ll be right here until you finish transitioning okay? I’m not going anywhere...” The werewolf froze, shifting its weight letting out a soft whine at your words. “Come here,” You made small grabby hands at the creature, who happily made its way over to you nuzzling into your touch as the sun crept its way along the horizon small rays of the sun streaming in through the forest. The werewolf let out painful groans, crumbling further on you its upper body sprawled across your lap as it felt itself transitioning. You hushed the hairless creature trying to ignore the pained cries and the cracking of its bones. The next couple of minutes you spent looking away from the howling creature as bare skin started poking through, not wanting to invade their privacy.

A loud sob left Remus’ lips as he laid naked and vulnerable on the lap of one of his former classmates, “P-please... don’t leave...” Your head perked up at the familiar voice, turning to face the sandy haired man who was trying to cover himself with his hands but failing miserably.

“Oh, Rem...” Hushing at the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, hastily tugging off your black robes covering the shivering man. He let you wrap him up, groaning softly as he tried to sit up. “Let me help you-”

“I’m okay... I-I got this.” He huffed, his arms shaking from straining to push himself off of the ground. After many failed attempts he finally got himself into a sitting position, his back hitting the hard bark on a nearby tree. Your eyes scanned his bare chest and torso, not failing to notice the toned body underneath the robes. He had the black fabric covering his lower half, along with half of his torso. “Why aren’t you running away like everyone else?”

“Why would I?” You hummed, making yourself comfortable next to the werewolf who just stared down at the hands on his lap,

“You’re still Remus, aren’t you? And... even in your werewolf form you didn’t lay a single finger on me, Rem. Look, I know that you think you’re a monster but I just don’t see it.”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean, love-”

“Remus. Have you ever known me to be a liar? I mean, you could ask anybody. I have only ever lied once... and that was when people asked me about my animagus form.” His eyes peeled open, turning to eye you his eyebrows furrowed. You just gave him a cheeky grin, standing up from your position on the cold ground brushing off any stray leaves and dirt off of your clothes facing the man who just stared at you curiously. Without a second thought you had quickly formed into a gorgeous wolf, shaking your fur out a glint in your icy eyes. Remus’ jaw dropped, his eyes wide trying to form words at the sight of you standing there in broad daylight. Just as quickly as you had appeared, your wolf form quickly shifted back into your human self making your way back towards the flabbergasted man.

“B-but... since when-”

“You and the marauders weren’t the only mischievous teenagers at Hogwarts.” You teased, taking your place next to the Marauder who just flashed you a genuine smile letting out a small chuckle. “But... I, unlike you guys, waited to legally become an animagus.”

“Ah, and the Hufflepuff in you strikes again.”

“I will throw you into the Black Lake, Lupin.” He rolled his eyes at your harmless threat, turning his head to lock eyes with your soft stare. “Let me take you back to Dumbledore, oh wait, you need clothes... right.”

October 30th, 1993. Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. 11:36 pm.

“You didn’t have to spend your Saturday with me, love. I know you have important things to plan for your classes, I honestly could have been fine-”

“Remus... you’re not forcing me to do anything. I promise. I wanted to spend my free time with you, and I have loads to talk to my students about. And if not, I have the perfect Professor in mind to bring in to help teach my class.” A light blush sprinkled his cheeks, running his fingers through his locks as he eyed the grinning Hufflepuff who just pointed down at the forgotten chocolate bar on his desk, to which he just huffed popping a piece of the savory treat into his mouth. “There you go!”

“You are even worse than Pomfrey when I don’t take my vials,”

“I take offense to that, Lupin.”

“Oh so we’re back to last name basis now? Alright then-”

“No! Don’t you dare-”

“Mrs. Black-”

“Remus!” You whined, shoving the sandy haired boy playfully who just chuckled at your attempt to shove him not moving an inch from his position a cheeky smile on his scarred face, “I dated him for 3 months, not 3 years!”

“Tomato, tomato.” A small pout formed on your lips, making Remus melt at your pursed lips parting his mouth to speak before a loud cough interrupted them looking up to come face to face with Severus.

“Is this a bad time?”

“Of course not, Severus. Did you need something?” You chirped, taking a small bite of your chocolate balls.

“I-uh... I came to deliver something for Lupin. But I can come back later-”

“She knows, Severus.”

“Right. Well, I didn’t see you in the Shrieking Shack last night and I was wondering where you were.”

“A certain Muggle Studies Professor was with me last night. She stayed with me up until I morphed back, and even then she walked me back to the Hospital Wing.” A small smile tugged at your lips, rolling your eyes at the dramatic tone of his voice. “Dare I say she even gave me mouth to mouth-”

“Alrighty Mister! That’s enough of that.” Hastily standing up from your seat, chuckling at his words brushing your hair out of your face. Severus had the smallest of smirks on his face as he helped you not trip over the sea of desks. “I’ll be in my office if you need me, Lupin. If anything, and I mean anything bothers you just call for me and I’m there,”

“You don’t have-”

“I know. But I want to...” You whispered softly, reaching over to press a much awaited kiss onto Remus’ cheek holding yourself there momentarily before pulling away giggling at his reddening face.

“Goodnight, Remus.”

“Goodnight...” He mumbled, waving to your retreating form waiting until you walked out of the room before slamming his face onto his desk groaning loudly. “Severus?” The dark haired man hummed in response, his eyebrows raised. “How much do I have to pay for you to hex me?”

“I’d do it for free.”

a/n: ahhhhhhhh. i wanted this to be short but i failed :( i got carried away. remus just gets me going ya know. well, i had sooo much fun writing this and took huge inspiration from the third book but if you didn’t like how it turned out don’t be afraid to message me and i’ll either edit this one or write you a completely different one. thank you for being such an amazing human being and supporting my work. you’re great! love you lots <3

Hi it’s me again :D I have another Draco Malfoy x reader in which they’ve been dating for a year but they kept it from Draco’s parents. After they got a whiff of their relationship, they literally demanded Draco to invite her over for christmas. Lucius & Narcissa were skeptical of course, even though she comes from a long line of pureblood but she doesn’t uphold the same values as the Malfoys and even at Hogwarts she’s not in Slytherin. But what if she surprises them all....

The Dinner | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1,832 words

Warnings: cursing, indications of smut, sexual jokes, mentions of family issues

December 13th, 1996. Grimmauld Place. 7:13 am.

The feeling of Draco nuzzling further into your neck made you giggle, adjusting your grip around his shoulders his arms holding you close. You had intended to fall asleep 7 hours ago, but you couldn't bring yourself to sleep no matter how hard you tried. You had spent the day before at a restaurant down the street from where you lived with Draco, where you guys usually went for date night, and it went exceptionally well. He had surprised you at the end of your dinner with a gorgeous necklace, and you nearly cried at the sight of him holding the box out for you with flushed pink cheeks.

You had moved into your uncle's house shortly after you became of age, knowing you couldn't bare to bother the Weasley's any longer. But you still saw them almost every single weekend, and on Christmas you would be seeing them once again. Sirius was more than happy to have his niece living with him, along with his godson; Harry. Currently Harry was spending the entirety of his Christmas Break with the Weasley's, so you were left home alone with the blonde.

"Why are you up... It's too early. Just a couple minutes longer," His raspy voice whined into your ear, tightening his arms from around your waist. The blonde was currently sprawled on top of you, his arms holding you close to his chest while your arms remained around his broad shoulder messing with his hair.

"I haven't gone to sleep since we laid down, Mal. I'm just... nervous. I know they already aren't fond of me for not being in Slytherin, let alone a Gryffindor. And to make matter worse, I'm a Black! That practically screams 'blood traitor'." At the sound of your voice getting more frantic, the blonde somehow managed to flip you over to where your head was resting on his chest. You squealed, tightening your grip around him so you wouldn't fall off, "Draco!"

Draco smirked in the dimly lit room, rubbing his warm fingers over your exposed torso humming into your tousled hair, "What? My arms were getting too warm," He mused, a teasing tone in his words pressing a chaste kiss to your pouted lips, his thumb running over your soft cheek.

"You sneaky snake," A loud laugh left his lips, his chest rumbling against yours, "Babe, I'm serious-"

"As am I. I swear, you'll do fine. If my parents get to be too much, I will personally take us out of there. They wouldn't dare lay a hand on you, knowing what is best for them." You nodded against his chest, rubbing small circles onto his bare chest trying to regulate your breathing so you wouldn't begin having a panic attack. "Let's get some sleep, alright? The dinner isn't until 7 pm, and I would rather not drag my sleeping girlfriend over to my parents house-"

"Oh come off it," You smacked his chest playfully, letting yourself relax in his warm embrace. Draco lifted you off of his chest slightly, pressing his lips against yours into a loving kiss. You melted into his touch, your hands cupping his stubbled face deepening the kiss by nipping on his bottom lip. A sound resembling a growl came deep from his throat parting from your lips, his grey eyes darkening to a near dark coal letting his hands trail down the curve of your back.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, princess."

You don't know what came over you but you just needed a way to get your mind off of the family even in several hours, "Make me..." You mewled out, your hands tangling themselves in his blonde locks trapping your bottom lip in between your lips.

"You're going to wish you never said that..."

December 13th, 1996. Grimmauld Place. 5:43 pm.

You hastily uttered a quick spell to remove the bruises littering your neck, letting out a small hiss at the sharp pain setting your wand off to the side attempting to add the last few touches to your makeup. You had gone with a simple darker eye, and a medium to light coverage base leaving your face nicely sculpted and not looking so gaunt. A gorgeous lipstick you had purchased just for this dinner graced your lips, rubbing them graciously together making sure to murmur a spell so your makeup wouldn't wipe off until you spoke the counterspell, nodding appreciatively at the finished product. Before you could stand up the feeling of your boyfriends arms wrapping around you made a smile fly to your face, letting your back rest against his chest tilting your head to the side as he pressed small kisses along your neck. "Mal.."

"Don't worry... no more kisses until the dinner." He mumbled, pressing a final kiss to your lips lifting off of you helping you up his eyes trailing up and down your frame. You were wearing a breathtaking off the shoulder new gown, a pretty silver color, the fabric fitting nicely around your frame showing off every inch of the body you had. It flared at the bottom, giving it a nice touch. "Or maybe one more little kiss won't hurt,"

"Nuh uh, mister. After those hickeys you left, absolutely not."

"Not even if I promise to wash the dishes when I get back?" You paused to think, a teasing smile lingering on your lips giggling at the lingering stare the blonde was giving you, "Is that a yes...?"

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the blonde by his silky black tie a twinkle in your eyes, "Yes, Malfoy." He eagerly grabbed at your hips, pressing his lips against yours in a classy manner. Feeling his lips move in perfect sync with yours, the sensation of your body slowly becoming puddy in his hands, before shoving the Slytherin back a smile on your lips. "Keep it in your pants, Malfoy."

"It's not my fault my girlfriend is the most gorgeous girl to have ever graced the earth."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, babe." You pat his shoulder as you passed by him bending over to grab your matching heels, letting out a squeal as you felt your boyfriend 'accidentally' brush past you a loud snicker leaving his lips. "You better save those accidentally touches where your mother can see them, and see how accidental they are then."

December 13th, 1996. The Malfoy Manor. 7:45 pm.

A giggle left your lips at the funny joke Narcissa had just made, taking a small sip of the water they had served setting the glass down graciously. Draco hadn't removed his hand off of your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your clothed skin as you spoke casually with his mom. The dinner had been going well, casual talk happening between the three of us, leaving Lucius to watch with a sulk on his face. Just as your lips opened to respond to Narcissa, Lucius had cut you off with a snarky tone.

"Why are you with Draco?" The table silenced immediately at the bold question, halting your movements to put another spoonful of mashed potatoes in your mouth. “Is it the money? Cause if so I could just send you all the money over and you can get the hell out of my house.” Draco let out a scoff, his hand tightening its grip on your leg opening his mouth to speak before you beat him to it setting your spoon down slowly.

"Mr. Malfoy, I know you aren't too fond of me, for not only being a Gryffindor but for coming from a 'blood traitor' family, but I love your son. He means the absolute world to me... and he's the only guy who I see myself having a future with. If you don't approve of me, I'm sorry but I'm afraid I'm not going anywhere as long as I am with Draco." Your response was heartfelt and full of passion, you could feel the gut punch it must have felt for Lucius to have a girl who he despised to speak to him in such a tone. Catching Draco's gaze from corner of your eye, your face flushing pink.

"Dear... can I speak to you in the kitchen?" Lucious hastily followed his wife into the kitchen, his stance stiff. You felt your body relax almost instantly, resting your head on Draco's shoulder letting out a shaky breath.

"Holy- did I just say that?"

Draco let out a chuckle, adjusting his grip on you taking both of your hands in his pressing a litter of kisses on the backs of your hands making you crack a smile, "Yes. You did. And It was bloody amazing,"

"Draco, it was not 'bloody amazing'. I just insulted your father. In his own home!" You hissed, running your fingers through your neat hair looking up at Draco with a pout on your lips, "If I ever wanted them to like me, I missed it by a long shot,"

"Actually," You both turned to look at the sound of Lucius' voice, your heart dropping down to the pit of your stomach eyeing the blonde with his wife's arm looped through his arm, "I wanted to apologize. I only saw you as your house and as another Black, and I never thought to think of you as Draco's girlfriend."

"We can see how happy the two of you are together, and we just wanted to say that we are incredibly happy for the two of you," Narcissa flashed a smile to the pair, her hand tightening it's grip on her husbands arm. You felt yourself smiling back at the woman, clutching your boyfriends hand who squeezed back reassuringly.

"Thank you... that means a lot to me- to us. And I apologize for-"

"No... don't apologize for my actions. I should have learned by now that Draco is capable of making his own decisions. And you are... you are a good person for him. This is the happiest I have seen him in a long time."

"Good thing I'm a pure blood, right?" You didn't know what you were doing before the single joke left your lips, closing your mouth shut right after the words echoed throughout the room.

A slight chuckle left the lips of your boyfriend, causing you to let a giggle slip looking over at him. Lucius found himself laughing at your own self deprecating joke, surprising himself at the way you were able to get a laugh out of him. Narcissa watched her newfound family the happiest she had seen them in a long time, knowing that moments like this wouldn't last forever but she took in as much of it as she could. After tonight she wouldn't know when the next time she would see smiles on their faces next, especially with the long awaited war creeping over the horizon. But for now, they were happy and no one had a care in the world.

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