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Between you and me- Prt 12Harry was ecstatic to hear that he had advanced potions class with Ron and Hermione (though no one was sure how Ron made it into that class). He hoped that the company of his friends would make the painful hour and a half tick by faster. It wasnt that he didnt like the subject matter, it was mildly interesting. It was that the potions master seemed to have a personal vendetta against him. Of course that was only the opinion of half the class.
Snape hates everyone, Ron assured, And its the first day, I mean come on. Hes probably less grouchy today than any other day other than the last.
I wouldnt count on it, Ron.
Just try not to do anything worth getting glared at for.
Hermione, he called you an insufferable know-it-all for giving him the right answers to a question, Harry reminded.
Well She couldnt really th
Between You and Me-part11 FB
Severus! Hey wait a minute! A seventeen year old girl with curly chocolate tresses wearing the Gryffindor uniform ran toward a group of slytherins, waving toward one in particular. A tall boy with lanky arms and shiny, greasy hair turned around, his black eyes glittering in the sunlight. The girl stopped inches in front of him, the other slytherins crowding behind him. They all sneered and glowered at the girl, venom seething from their expressions.
What do you want?
I wanted to say She looked around his boney shoulder at the other seventh years behind him. She picked out several she knew, all for negative reasons. Her voice dropped to near silence. I just wanted to wish you the best of luck, and all the happiness in the world. She smiled sweetly up at him.
Can we talk later? He whispered, looking back at the other slytherins and rolling his eyes. They all nodded and smirked at the gestur
Staring into his eyes, she saw nothing.
Like tunnels were those dark orbs, leading to a dark, dank abyss that was his soul.
Whatever child lay writhing in those inner depths had never seen light. Or, atleast, hadn't enjoyed the warming rays in a lifetime.
Glaciers surrounded his heart. An ice so cold that even the warmest touch could not melt them.
If anything, the chill would send shivers down an angels back.
Lifeless and cruel, looking into the blackness would take your breath away.
If not your breath, then your soul.
Like a starving beast, claws outstretched, his eyes would devour your soul,
Hoping to fill the void that was left where his reason for living had been.
A darkness so black, the terrors of his mind were unseen.
The devil would shudder at his most private thoughts.
Those things one would not utter on the death bed.
His heart would be black if he had one
His soul would be dead if he had one
His life would be over if he had one
Were it not for those eyes
Hp Between you and Me- part 10The door opened and Lockhart walked into the stone room. His brilliant smile and perfectly groomed gold hair caused the room to brighten by three shades. Thats how it seemed, at least.
Samantha! He said. He took one look at the dreary potions master, and turned up the charm. If his teeth could get any brighter and his hair get any shinier, it just did. Im sorry, did I interrupt something? Snape looked back at Samantha, who in turn looked at him.
Yes, you did. He said, We were in the midst of an important discussion.
Oh, well I can wait. Lockhart leaned against the wall, folding his arms.
It will take a while.
The DADA professors beaming smile faded.
Oh well maybe Ill catch you after classes, Samantha. He waited for an answer, but seeing that all he would get was a nod, he left quickly. Samantha mou
between you and me- prt 10.5And that concludes todays lesson on the number 7. Samantha stood beside her desk, warily looking at the hourglass on her desk. She checked her watch, just to make sure the hourglass was accurate. Any questions? Any at all? The class had already begun to chatter away. Ill take that as a no. She sat down behind her desk. When all the gold sand funneled through the hourglass a chime sounded and the students picked up their books and left. A short, stocky fifth year stopped at her desk.
Professor Fiddlesnype, will you be having a lot of extra credit? The boy looked down, then up at the teacher.
I issue extra credit when enough students in my class need it. She smiled warmly at the boy. So dont worry about that. If anyone is failing my class I will make extra credit available.
Oh, thanks. The boy smiled
HP Between You and Me- part 9 Harry and Melanie had their next class together- herbology. They passed the two professors who were speaking with one another, and turned down the hall.
I havent talked to you in a long time! Harry shifted his pack from one shoulder to the other, and looked back at the girl who walked two steps behind him. Melanie! Walk with me!
I am. She quickened her steps to catch up with him. She was a good bit shorter than him, making it difficult for her to keep up with his stride.
So, have you talked to Fred yet?
I did talk to Fred. Just a moment ago at lunch
You know what I mean. He grinned and nudged her gently.
Oh. Her cheeks burned red, and she looked down at the floor. No. I havent.
Why not? You better tell him how you feel before some other veela comes along
But whats the point if he doesnt like me
Hp Between You and Me- Part 8Again the halls were flooded with students trying to get to their classes. Samantha pushed through them gently. Snape seemed to appear out of nowhere, and walked beside her.
What did Lockhart speak with you about?
Samantha looked up at him.
Theres nothing to say about that.
Snape, perturbed by her answer, scowled. But, he didnt walk away from her.
It may have some pertinence to the students, thats all I want to know.
It has nothing to do with you or the students. Samantha felt a bit guilty for dismissing him, but she had a plan.
Ah. He already knew what it was about, but there was something he wanted to hear her say.
Im willing to talk to you about it, if you really want to know. She might as well kill two birds with one stone. When is your planning period?
Does everyone have t
HP between you and me- prt 7Samantha pushed the round, green vegetables across her plate. She wasnt all that hungry anymore. Meanwhile, at the other end of the table, Lockhart had pulled out a small mirror and placed it in front of himself. Snape gave him one disapproving look and muttered something unintelligible. The mirror cracked, and Lockhart frowned.
My mirror broke. He had a knack for pointing out the obvious, it seemed. No matter! Fixum reflectum! He pointed his wand at the cracked glass. McGonagall, who sat near enough to hear the nonsensical attempt at a spell, rolled her eyes. Of course nothing happened, and Lockhart looked very confused.
Perhaps you didnt correctly execute the movement. Snape suggested, a haughty sneer curling his lips.
Thank you, Prof. Snape, but I can handle this myself, he said.
Of course you can.
After several other foolish and failed attempts t
Hp between you and me- part 6Oi! Make room! George shoved Ron roughly, a large grin on his freckled face.
Make way for the seventh years! Fred demanded, sporting the same smile as his twin. Ron scowled but scooted down the bench, along with Hermione and Harry.
Hey Mates! Harry smiled at the Weasley boys, how were your first classes?
Boring. They said in unison
But we spiced it up a bit, didnt we George?
That we did, Fred!
Oh no, what did you do? Hermione planted her face in her hands, rubbing her temples. Despite what you may think, you two are NOT the Defense Against the Boring Classes professors!
That was a good one! George reached around Ron and clapped Hermione on the back. Ron shot him an evil glare, and George roughly ruffled his little brothers hair.
We set off a few dungbombs underneath the teachers desk, Fred waved his hand dismissively. It
My Only Love ( Levi x Reader x Cleaning Supplies )
(A/N: There are suggestive themes in here as you have guessed by the title xD This is a special birthday gift to :Iconattackontitaneren123:! Happy birthday, Honeybun! <3 )
"HANJI WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU PUT IN LEVI'S TEA?!" You shouted when Levi told you he felt a strange taste in the brown liquid
"It's just my new experiment!" Hanji laughed awkwardly
"Wha- HANJI! Why the fuck would you do that when he asked ME to bring him tea?! Why me?!" You were panicking and walking around in the kitchen
"Oh, don't worry! I just thought you would be nice, because Levi won't get angry if it's YOU, who brought him the tea" Hanji wiggled her eyebrows and you blushed
"Zoe, I have told you that, the sex we had was when we were both drunk. Nothing more, nothing less" You puffed your red cheeks out
"Don't deny it, (Y/n)! I can tell by the moans from Levi's room that you guys are having sex every night" The brunette laughed
"We what?! Hanji, I had sex with him only once, I swear!" You said and the scienti
Sousuke x Reader Not Quite
Sousuke was in the middle of a crisis. Not that he’d admit that to anyone. ...Well, to most anyone. It was a bit of a mess he was in, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to go about fixing it. Or rather, it was a competition, and he wasn’t entirely sure how to win it.
(Name) (Last Name), aka the girl he had a crush on since she transferred over from Sapporo, was going to Iwatobi. And that was great, because it meant she was close by. She was also into swimming, which made her that much more attractive, and also meant that Gou was more than happy to have her be co-manager of the Iwatobi Swim Team. Which in turn meant that Sousuke had plenty of opportunities to see her more often.
The only problem was that he wasn’t the only one who was attracted to her. At least, as far as he could tell. Sometimes, whenever Rin went to visit Gou and the boys on the Iwatobi swim team, he’d tag along to catch a glimpse of (Name). And more often than not, there she was, chatting w
I Can't Stop - Sebastian x Stalker! Reader
You are a creeper.
Don’t deny it. Wait scratch that.
You are much worse than that; you are a stalker.
“I don’t mean to be” you would say to yourself every time you went to sleep.
But you just couldn’t help it. It was great watching him.
The way his hands skimmed the surface of the dishes with grace. Or how his jet black hair was perfectly flippant. And oh oh! Don’t forget how his red eyes would flicker pink when he heard something especially enticing.
You blushed and held your cheeks.
Mey-rin, who was currently trying to dust the wardrobe but unfortunately broke a vase in the process, saw you grow red. “_____ are you alright?”
Caught you were blushing this way was unprofessional for a maid like you. Clearing your throat, you straightened your apron with your hands. “No I was just feeling my temperature”
She rose a brow, “That is a very strange ______-chan” She neared you inspecting you, “
No Touching (France x Reader)
No Touching (France x Reader)
All Translations are in the description, hope you enjoy!~ :3
“Yes ma chérie?”
“Remove. Your. Hand. From. My. Ass!” you growled before glaring at the Frenchman,
“But it’s so beautiful~” he purred before sliding his other arm around your waist.
Francis, your boyfriend, was kind, loving and affectionate just a little too affectionate, in fact he was so affectionate that some would take it as far as to call him a pervert and you’re the one who had to put up with this so called ‘Pervert’.
Yeah sure at times he could be a little perverted but you wouldn't necessarily call him a pervert just a little… frisky at times and touchy, VERY TOUCHY! And to be honest it was starting to annoy you. You pinched his hand earn
HOT dad || Father!Mink x Son!Reader [1/10] [AU]
“Seriously, dad. Again?”, you sighed as you brushed your father's long, brown hair with a comb as he sat in front of you on the floor between your spread legs while you were resting on the couch.
“Yes, and now continue”, he muttered, his baritone voice with a slight gentle hint as he slightly leant back into the soft touch of your hand.
“Oi, stop moving so much!”, you hissed and struggle to move the comb over lower part of the brown thatch as he literally caged it between his back the leather material of the couch.
He grumbled under his breath and lifted himself a gap wide away from the couch so you were able to move it up with your hands.
You see, your father never told you what kind of job he was doing – you actually weren't really caring as well – but it seemed to be indeed stressful.
And no, no more being the drug lord of the area, that was a long time ago.
Anyway, every time when work got too much filled with stress a
"Hold still." You commanded, holding your boyfriend's arm with one hand and cleaning the wound on it with the other.
Luciano hissed when the cleaning rag hit his arm, trying to pull his arm away. "That hurts!"
"It's going to hurt a lot more when I smack you if you don't sit still." You snapped, tightening your grip on his arm. He huffed and kept still, wincing every time you touched his arm.
You see, your boyfriend had a tendency to get into fights, usually for stupid reasons, and usually with two of his friends, Kuro and Lutz. They also got quite carried away sometimes, and that usually resulted in one of them getting hurt. This time, however, the fight Luciano had gotten into had been with a guy named Allen, who was pretty tough. Luciano had come out of the fight with a black eye, a swollen cheek, a twisted ankle, a fractured wrist, and a knife wound on his right arm. Needless to say, he'd lost.
"What exactly did you do
Contego (Levi x Abused!Reader) [AU]
You winced as you prodded your digits on your split lip, crimson staining the pad of your fingertips. With shaky hands, you pulled open the dresser's top drawer, reaching in for the pouch which stored your makeup.
This was a daily routine for you; caking your face in makeup to hide the red marks and purple bruises, your bleeding lip, the shadow around your eye.
You swiped the red lipstick across your bottom lip, and the sharp, throbbing pain blossoms. Looking at your reflection, a smile spreads on your face; a perfect, practiced smile across perfect, practiced lips that showed no pain, no suffering.
Before tears could brim up at the corner of your eyes, you stood up and walked to the front door, stepping outside to go through another day of work.
"Oi, what happened to your lip? Looks like someone had punched you," the raven speaks up, slight concern etched upon his visage. He stops arranging the
Japan x Sick!Reader .:. This Will Do
It was a rather cold day outside, but the warmth inside was something you could thank. You were freezing, it seemed, no matter how many blankets were wrapped around you. You could no longer breathe from your nose, and your stomach was in coils. Much to your disliking, you were sick.
Luckily, you had someone there who was taking care of you, and as you opened your eyes now at the quiet tip-tap of footsteps, you saw that "someone". Short, dark hair and deep brown eyes... you smiled at the sight of him. He placed the back of his hand to your forehead and frowned slightly.
"Your forehead's stirr warm..." he said quietly, mostly to himself. He left for a moment before he came back with a moistened washcloth that he placed upon your forehead. You released a light sigh at how refreshingly cool it was, considering that you were running a rather high temperature. You coughed twice into your hand before your smile turned to a frown that matched the one o
Daddy!Levi x Mommy!Reader |Mom or Dad?| CrackficLevi was a very flexible man, who could deal with a variety of things. He could deal with titans, Mikasa's glaring, Eren's whining, his wife's moodiness when she was pregnant, and his obnoxious little baby girl's crying.
But there was one thing Levi could never get used to. That, would be his wife's need to win everything. Basically, you were a very competitive person, and boy did it show. You even found a way to be competitive when you were growing Levi's little brat inside of you, by saying you were going to give birth to a girl, after Levi dumbly said it might be a boy.
What a mistake that was.
Don't get him wrong, Levi definitely did love you and all, but a combination of you suddenly yelling at him for not agreeing and then crying, before ignoring him for the rest of the day (which didn't really work out that much since you needed his help waddling around, you were 8 months pregnant after all).
So Levi made it his top priority to not ever trigger your annoying competitiveness. But
Between you and me prt 13Detention? Luna asked, walking with Harry, Hermione, and Neville to Muggle Studies. what for?
He deserved it! Hermione interrupted before Harry could object. He was very rude to Professor Snape!
He was rude to me first!
Hes rude to everyone, Neville mumbled. You cant do anything about it. If you try, youll get well, a detention.
Two wrongs dont make a right, Harry
Hermione you sound like my aunt! He rolled his eyes. Sticking up for the person in the wrong.
I never said Snape was right! But its true!
Dont blame her for the professors actions, Harry. Its not her fault. Lunas soft voice interrupted the row. They all looked back at the blonde, who was already distracted by a picture on the wall.
Wait, its tonight?
Yeah Neville, tonight.
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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