DiamondPope32

WARNING: Sexual themes You hummed as you shampooed your hair, enjoying the way the warm water soothed your muscles. You were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you had had a particularly tiresome practice earlier that day. You heard some faint noises from outside the curtain, but paid no mind to it, as you assumed it was Katie or Angelina taking their own showers. You felt a rush of cold air, and turned to find yourself looking into a pair of green (mixed with blue) eyes. You yelped quietly and hurriedly attempted to cover yourself up with your hands. George grinned cheekily at you, but his cheeks were slightly red and he hurriedly close

“Sirius, can we please go in and get a butterbeer?” You asked your cousin while shivering violently. He had insisted on dragging you out into the freezing cold, (it was the weekend, and you were currently in Hogsmeade) with James, Remus, and Peter so James could attempt to “woo” Lily. “Shh!” Sirius replied, as Lily was now approaching. (Your group was hiding behind some bushes and Lily was walking on the path in the middle of them.) You huffed angrily; why had he insisted on bringing you along? So you could watch James make a fool of himself? James casually walked out from behind the bushes and slung an

You followed the crowd of Gryffindors to the Quidditch field, decked out in scarlet and gold. Gryffindor was playing Ravenclaw, and you were of course hoping Gryffindor would win, as that was your house. You waited outside the Gryffindor changing room once you arrived down at the Quidditch field, so you could wish your brother good luck. When he stepped out, his face downcast, you walked up to him and promptly smacked his head. He looked around wildly before his eyes landed on you. “Oliver Robert Wood, what the hell are you doing?” You asked angrily, gesturing at the dark circles under his eyes and the messy way he had put his ro

The glass smashed into the wall. Draco stepped out the way, watching as the crystal pieces littered the floor behind him. In retaliation he picked up the nearest book and launched at you. The fight had lost meaning, neither of you were intend on truly hurting the other. “I hate you. I trusted you and you betrayed me. Have you any idea how that feels?” he threw the insult at you. Crimson wine ebbed onto the cream carpet as you lost your grip on the bottle. The empty rolled around the floor spreading the mess. Grey eyes caught glassy (e/c) eyes. “Like you’re a bloody saint. Tell me how many times you lied to me. You do

“Oi! George! Save me!” You called as Fred carried you away. George just shrugged before turning around and walking off. “Traitor!” You screeched. You were very close to the twins, but you had always felt something more for Fred. Hence why you wanted to get out of his grasp. You may have a small crush on him, but you didn’t trust where this was going. “Fred, can you put me down? My skirt is riding up…” You said sheepishly. You could feel your skirt climbing higher up your body and you did not like it. “Nope!” Fred said cheerfully. “Nice bum by the way.” Fred said teasi

You walked silently hand in hand through the rubble. Broken bits of Hogwarts scattered the floor and the cries of those who had lost someone punctuated the air. Apart from the cries of the man next to you. Continuing to move away from the wreckage you eventually reached the edge of the Forbidden Forest. “We got a few detentions from going in there.” Almost jumping at the sound of his voice you turned and looked at the forlorn expression on George’s face. Unsure of what to say you held his hand even tighter. Looking up into his brown eyes you noticed that they held many mixed emotions; upset, grief, anger, confusion. George

The battle of Hogwarts was just starting, and you were rushing around, hexing everything that was a foe. And in this battle, there were many. Voldemort wanted Harry, but he was a good friend of yours, and you were doing everything you could to keep the enemies at bay. With every flick of your wrist, another enemy was down, but you couldn’t hold them off for too much longer. They were getting closer and closer to Hogwarts, and you saw more of your allies falling. You were tempted to run, there was so much blood and the air reeked of death, but you were a Gryffindor, and Gryffindors were supposed to be brave. A red head appeared next to