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Tonks had been surprised when the younger woman with blue painted lips leaned forward and kissed her, just as the clock struck midnight at New Years, as part of the Auror Office and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, both her and Luna Lovegood had been invited to celebrate at the Ministry.

The Hufflepuff had expected a fun night, some expensive drink and fancy food, but not the kiss. Not that she was complaining, the blonde woman was beautiful, and she had the most interesting things to say. Tonks just didn’t recall her being into women. 

“I know I should have asked, but the seconds to say the words would make us miss the end of the countdown,” Luna explained. “And your hair became so pretty, such a brighter pink.” 

Tonks blushed at those words. “Well… It was a dam great first kiss. Did you mean it? To share it with me? Or was I just who was at your side exactly at the right time?” 

“Both… You were at my side at midnight, but only because I chose you. I’ve been looking for you all night. I wanted you to be my first kiss of 2004, Nymphadora.” Luna said.

“Tell me, Lovegood… did you plan just a kiss with me this year?” Tonks teased. And she wasn’t sure why she didn’t mind Luna Lovegood calling her Nymphadora.

“Of course not… I want all the kisses, Nymphadora… and maybe something more. Shall we start with breakfast at midnight? I make some wonderful pancakes!” The Ravenclaw winked.

“I would very much enjoy that.” 

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Rita was longing on her couch after a long day of interviews and editing at the Daily Prophet. So she had her favourite bottle of elf wine opened and the cheesiest wizard romance novel she could find open in her lap. 

She would much rather have a glass in the Leaky, but 1981 wasn’t a safe year for a woman to be outside by herself, not even a pureblood journalist of the Daily Prophet. The letters on her desk showed how some people were displeased with her stories.

Pheme jumped out of the couch and moved to the door, scratching the door and meowing. “Stupid cat. What do you think you’re doing? Come back here!” But the British Longhair didn’t move, just kept ruining Rita’s door. 

“That’s it! You’re going to sleep in your cage!” she explained, discarding her book and her wine and picking up the grey cat. But just then there was a knock on the door.

“Skeetie, it’s Alecto… let me in!” A voice she knew very well sounded from the other side.

Rita opened the door with such strength that she wasn’t sure how it didn’t rip from the hinges. “You’re back?”

“I’m back, love. I’m sorry. I’m home.” The taller woman pulled Rita into a tight hug and Pheme licked Alecto’s face. “He’s gone… we’re safe.” 

Rita could cry at that moment if she wasn’t so overwhelmed with love. Her girlfriend, fiancée, partner, lover was home and their stupid pet was happy. All was well. “Can I have a kiss, please?” Alecto asked, tugging on Rita's curls to look into her eyes.

“All the kisses…” Skeeter whispered, sending Pheme back to the couch so she could snog her girl properly without the cat interrupting.

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“I don’t think I can do this, Rufus,” Cornelius said suddenly, entering his office on the DMLE floor.

“Oh, Merlin. Not again.” The Auror groaned under his breath, pouring two cups of tea with a flick of his wand.

“I don’t think Tea will help today…”

“First tea, and then I’ll open the firewhiskey,” Rufus promised with a wink.

“Okay… Thank you.” Cornelius sighed, dropping his bottom into one of the armchairs, his favourite one “This election is going to be my death.”

Rufus kissed the top of his head before placing the cup of tea in front of him. “You’re going to do amazing. I have no doubts about that.” 

“What if I lose? If I lose, I got myself and Lucie into this mess for nothing. Faking a relationship with a woman? To win an election. So shameful of me…” Fudge covered his face with his hands.

“Lucie agreed, Nelius. You didn’t force my sister into this. She’s doing this because of us, for us.” The Auror whispered, leaning down to stroke his cheek. “No, Cornelius. Don’t you dare shear that tear! You’re strong. Merlin, you’re the strongest person I know. You’ll be elected and then we’ll start our plan. Yes?”

Fudge nodded, hiding his face on Rufus’ shoulder. The Auror stroked the curls he loved so much. One day they will be out to everyone in the Ministry but for now, the words of affirmation between to two of them and their little families were enough.

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It was just another day at the Auror Office, a normal one like they hadn’t had in so long. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was finally gone and his followers either arrested in Azkaban or monitored at home, forbidden to do magic. All was well. 

Gideon had unfortunately perished a couple of months ago, but he had saved the Longbottoms, and there a day had not gone by without either Alice or Frank coming to hug him. 

And it was because of his brother’s lasting memory that Fabian kept pranking his fellow Aurors. He was in the utility closet, where they kept some extra clothing, and their snacks and cigarettes. He was turning the fags into chocolate, so they would melt and explode chocolate all over their faces.

“Morning, Prewett,” Caradoc Dearborn said as he approached “I hope you’re not ruining my Tunnock’s snowballs.”

“I know better than to mess with your sweets, doc. Don’t let the door clo-” But it was too late, the door had closed. “Fuck, now we’re stuck inside until someone opens it from the other side. How could you be so stupid?” 

Dearborn just laughed, biting into one of the marshmallowy sweets. “I’m not stupid, Prewett. I’ve been out of the closet for a few years now. If I’m stuck in this one with you, it’s because I want to.” He winked.

Fabian let his wand fall to the floor and just looked at the other man with an open mouth. “For Godric’s sake, Caradoc. It could have taken you a little less than 5 years to grow some balls and ask me out. No need to lock us inside a closet.” The red-headed said, pushing the other man against the door, before locking their lips together.

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Never in his life did Seamus think that someone like Graham Montague would own a Flower Shop. 

Seeing the tall and large muscular man surrounded by flowers and making delicate flower arrangements was still strange after so many visits to the shop. 

“You’re staring… again… Finnigan,” Montague said from his side of the counter. “You know there are other shops that sell flowers, if you’re not pleased with the service.” 

“I never said I wasn’t pleased. The bouquets are incredible. My mother loves them.” Seamus said, stroking the sunflower with his thumb. “I just… never imagined you doing something like this” 

“Well, when my mother died, someone needed to step forward and take charge of the business. Neither of my sisters had the time, so I was happy to do it.” He explained.

“I’m sorry for your loss…”

“It was a long time ago. But thank you for your kind words. Here! Your flowers. I hope your mother likes them. I’ll see you tomorrow?” Montague asked, handing him the gorgeous sunflower bouquet.

“What about tonight? Are you free to have a drink?” The words left Seamus’ mouth before he could stop them.

“Oh… yes… yes, I would like that. Maybe we can talk more?” Graham asked, with an adorable red spreading through his cheeks.

“Leaky. We can even have something to eat as well, and you can tell me more about flowers…” Seamus winked.

“I’ll tell you about anything you want to heat about, Finnigan.” The Slytherin teased.

“Fuck.” The Irishman cursed, feeling his own cheeks blushing.

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When Poppy was training at St Mungo's, her morning ritual was having a cup of coffee at Dream Bean. The coffee shop was owned by an old classmate that a few months ago became a new classmate. Queenie Shacklebolt.

“The usual, Poppy?” The dark-skinned woman asked from her side of the counter. Queenie had chosen a bright yellow bonnet.

“Yes, please, Queenie. Your coffee is the best in town.” The healer said with a smile.

“You flatter me.” She said, raising her wand and starting the coffee machines. Poppy’s favourite drink was a big mug of drip coffee, with some almond milk and a shot of espresso, sprinkled with sugar and cocoa powder. 

“I don’t. Healer’s say it exactly like it is. And yours is the best. It makes my mornings much more tolerable.” Poppy winked. “That’s and see your pretty face every morning. When are you going to let me take you out for a drink? Or we can go to the symphony?” 

“When do you sleep, Poppy?” Queenie asked, chuckling. “You keep asking me out every time you come here.” 

“Sleep is for the weak. I’ll sleep once I have a pretty lady by my side, in my bed, or hers… I’m not picky as long as I have a pillow or a blanket.” Poppy winked.

“Pop, you know. You went to school with me... I’m-” The barista sighed, hiding her face in her hands. 

“You’re perfect! And I’ll go against my do no harm vows and hex whoever says the opposite!” Poppy explained, stretching over the counter and pulling the manicured hands away from the former Gryffindor’s face. “Do you believe me?” 

Queenie nodded. “Okay… I’ll go out with you, your insistent little thing.” 

Poppy grinned, clapping her hands. “I’ll come to pick you up after my shift! See you tonight.” She said, drowning her cup of coffee in a very unhealthy way. “Delicious, but now I must go before I’m late!” 

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When Theo and Dean finally adopted two half-blood children, it was perfect. Siblings, who would have got separated if it wasn’t for the Nott & Thomas family. Their mother was a witch who had married a muggle, and both children had already presented signs of magic at a young age.

Phillip and Katherine Miller were 4 and 3 years old, and they were the most adorable thing. Theo and Dean had visited them at St Mungo’s many times before taking them home. The flat was big enough for each of them to have a room, but the two of them wanted to share. And it made it easy for the new fathers to tell them a goodnight story.

“Can you make the puppets, Theo?” Katherine asked, arms wrapped tightly around her new stuffie.

“Oh, yes! Please! They were so… magical! The last time you made them!” The young boy said.

“Of course,” Theo said, and with a flick of his wand the lights on the room vanished and the only light came from the Slytherin’s wand. 

Dean started his story about the forest friends. It was from a book that young Dean used to read and sing to his siblings. And Theo made all the animal hand shadow puppets, a mouse, a tortoise, a stork and a deer. 

The children laughed, singing along and asking for one more once it had ended. They were perfect. Theo and Dean both helped to tuck the children in their beds. “Sleep tight, loves. Tomorrow we shall have breakfast together.” Dean said from the door.

“Can you keep the door open?” Phillip asked.

“And the light on?” His sister added. 

Theo nodded. “Of course, anything you want. You know it. You just n-”

“Need to ask.” The siblings interrupted with a smile. “Goodnight.” 

Outside their door, the couple was hugging, waiting to hear their children’s breathing slow down, showing that they had fallen asleep. “They’re ours…” Theo whispered.

“Well, they’re definitely spoiled like you, love.” Dean teased, kissing his husband’s forehead.

“And strong like you. I love them so much already, Dean.” Theo sighed, holding him close.

“So do I. Almost as much as I love you!” The Gryffindor whispered, leaning down for a soft kiss on the lips, before they retired to their own bedroom.

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“Don’t move, you fool. How could you have been so stupid!” Lucius was complaining and Ludo was just hurting everywhere. 

Abraxas had invited his family to spend the holidays in the Malfoy Summer Manor in Spain, and he had forgotten the sun-blocking spells. So he looked like a tomato. 

“I don’t know… I was tired, we spent the night playing Quidditch. And so I just fell asleep.” Ludo sighed, trying not to moan in painful relief when Lucius dropped a generous amount of aloe vera cream into his back. 

“Fool, Ludovic, you’re a fool. Now don’t move.” Lucius ordered. 

“Why can’t I move?” He asked. Lucius had brought him back inside. To his own room in the Manor and forced him face down into the bed. 

“Because you’re not gentle, and you’ll rip the skin, and bleed all over my satin sheets. I already can see it. So settle down, Ludo.” Lucius explained, and suddenly a soft finger was on his back, drawing on his skin over the aloe vera cream. 

“Beaters are not supposed to be gentle… we’re harsh little fuckers.” He teased before a moan left his throat. “Oh, that feels so good, Lucius.” 

“Gentle, don’t move. I’ll make you feel good, I promise Ludo.” The platinum blonde men whispered, raising his wand to cast a cooling charm.” 

“I only bring you troubles, don’t I, Luci?” Ludo asked with a pout.

Lucius laid beside him on the bed, stroking the other man curls before dropping a kiss there. “In the end, you bring me more happiness than worry, Ludo.” 

“We’re in bed… we can say I love you, can’t we? That’s the deal?” The beater asked. 

“I love you, Ludo. Is that what you wanted to hear?” He chuckled, kissing his forehead. “Why don’t you sleep for a bit, I’ll keep applying the cream and the cooling charms so you’re comfortable.” 

“Thank you, Luci. For always taking care of me, I love you.” 

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Alicia had returned to Hogwarts after the war, taking over the spot left by Madam Hooch’s death, but she had not been the only student to do so. Penelope Clearwater had returned as well, taking over Ancient Runes.

Alicia couldn’t say she had been especially close with the Ravenclaw. Two years above her and the secret not-so-secret girlfriend of Percy Weasley. Muggleborn, who had been petrified when the Chamber of Secrets was open.

“Hi. I’m Alicia. I don’t think we ever really talked before.” The Gryffindor said, approaching the blonde woman in the professors’ lounge. 

“Hello, Alicia. I remember you, you were an incredible chaser for your team. I always thought you would have become a professional player.” Penelope said with a smile. 

“Oh…” Alicia felt a blush spread through her cheeks. “Thank you.”

“If we go for a butterbeer, would you tell me why you decided to become a professor?” Penelope asked.

The other woman nodded. “This weekend?” 

“I would love that.” The Ravenclaw grinned.

Three ‘dates’ later and the two women had found themselves something special, something that they might have been waiting for so long to find. 

They were kissing, maybe not in a suitable way for a public place like the Three Broomsticks. Thank Merline it wasn’t a Hogsmeade weekend, so there were no students around.

“Ladies, if you want, I have some very nice rooms upstairs.” Rosmerta interrupted with a knowing smile. “I will even send something to eat or drink in a few hours. How does that sound?”

Alicia looked at the blonde woman, blushing, and it was the most adorable sight she had ever seen. “We would love that. Thank you!” 

“Room 15, ladies. Here’s the key.” She said, dropping it onto the table.

“Thank you, Rosmerta! You’re the best!” Alicia replied, holding Penelope’s hand and leading her up the stairs. 

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“Irma, Irma, Irma!” Sybill rushed inside the library, faster than a snitch.

“Sybill, no running in the library. That rule applies to professors as well…” Irma said, taking off her glasses to look at the blonde woman.

“But… I’m not just a student, I’m your soulmate!” The divination professor explained, raising her skirts until a rainbow book could be seen on her upper leg.

“For Merlin’s sake, woman! No student needs to see your pale thigh!” The librarian said, crossing her desk and taking Sybill hands on her.

“Can I see yours? The teacup in rainbow colours is so pretty.”

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“First Years!” Lupin called, letting the 40 students out of the bus and into the rest area. “Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall will take you to visit the toilets in groups of 5, so choose your friends and stay together.” 

“And what should I do, Professor Lupin?” Gilderoy teased, watching the children play on the swings, slides and other playground pieces of equipment.

“Well, we will take their backpacks and cooler bags to the picnic area,” Lupin said, picking a bunch of them. “Do you think you can carry some, or are they too heavy for the grand Gilderoy Lockhart?” 

“Of course they’re not heavy. These are 11-year-old children on the way to see the oceanarium, what can they bring that it’s heavy?” The blond man winked, but quickly cursed. “What… are they feeding the entire school? I don’t understand? What is in here?” 

Remus chuckled. “I believe in you. C’mon, Goldie locks. I’ll give you a kiss if you’re fast enough.” 

“Not funny, Wolfie Wolfie! Not funny at all… wait, were teachers supposed to bring their own food as well?” He asked.

Remus laughed. “Don’t worry, I brought enough food for the both of us, and I think the kids won’t mind sharing with you.”

“Well, I’m their favourite teacher after all.” 

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It was a normal afternoon. Bellatrix and Andromeda took their younger sister, Narcissa, to Diagon Alley. They intended on doing some shopping, new hats and ribbons, and then have some ice cream.

“Oh, Dromie… remind me why we needed to spend so much time in Cornerstone? They don’t even have a good dark arts selection,” Bella complained. 

“I wanted to get a child rhyme book for Regulus.” The middle Black sister explained. 

“And the boy behind the counter was cute,” Narcissa whispered from behind her large cup of strawberry ice cream.

“No one asked your opinion, pigmy.” Dromeda teased, tickling her younger sister. “You’re too young to think about boys in that way. They have dragonpox!” 

Bella groaned, covering her face with her hands. “I’m not even mentioning the… boy… blood status, but must you engage in conversation with him, Andromeda?” 

“You still feel like you can never have a relationship like that with a man, Bella?” Dromeda asked, stroking her older’s sister hand.

“I don’t feel attracted to such an idea, at all. Meeting a man, and marry and do… you know… No! I think I’m going to be sick just thinking about it. I never want to be in that position. That’s not normal, is it?”

Dromeda smiled, kissing Bella’s hands. “I don’t think anyone should complain about that, Bella. You are you. And we wouldn’t have you any other way, would we, Cissa?” 

“No. You’re our big sister.” Narcissa explained, kissing her sister's cheek before sitting on her lap, moving to finish Bella’s lemon ice cream.

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“I can’t believe it’s been 75 years since you opened the ice cream parlour,” Garrick said, diving into his bowl of coconut and mango sorbet with butterfly wings, a new flavour for the Anniversary of the shop.

“It seems it was yesterday.” Florean chuckled, eating a little cone of vanilla ice cream. Ollivander would never understand how a powerful wizard who was able to create such wonderful flavours would always favour simple vanilla.

“I remember you knocking on my door, day after day, sharing with me these new favours you created.” He chuckled.

“I didn’t come for just your opinion, did I?” Florean asked with a smirk.

“No, you didn’t… but those times, so many years ago… then you married, and had your pretty family… Your children are so wonderful. Cherry and phoenix feather, 11’’ ¼ for Anabella, Spruce and dragon heartstring, 12’’ ½ for Patrick.” The wandmaker said with a smile.

“It always surprises me how you remember each and every wand that you made and sold-”

“Not sold… that I helped find their real owner… it’s a magical bond.” Ollivander corrected.

“I know. But now Phyllis is gone, my kids are grown up… we could…”

“Please, Florean. We’re two old men. We survived another war. Why do we need a label now? Can’t we just be us?” Garrick sighed, finishing his ice cream.

“No labels… we’ll just be us… I’m sorry to push…” Florean kissed his forehead. “Now, I have one more ice cream for you to try. In your honour!” 

“What?” 

“Well, your own shop anniversary will be coming soon. I’m working on something to celebrate,” Fortescue explained. “But close your eyes, lamb. I want you to just taste it!”

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Ron sighed, looking at the ceiling in his room. Why did he need to fall for his best friend? His best friend that didn’t even like men in that way. He did his best to try and forget his feelings, but they just wouldn’t go away.

“Ron!” Harry’s voice sounded on the other side of the door. “You bloody bastard, why did you lock the door while I was in the bathroom?” 

“Sorry, sorry!” Ron raised his wand to the door and unlocked it.

Harry rushed inside, only a towel wrapped tightly around his waist and his chest still covered in water droplets from his wet hair. “Thanks. I worry the twins would try to prank me if I was there in the middle of the hallway.”

“I wouldn’t put it past them, to be honest. But they’re busy at the shop for now.” Ron chuckled.

“And you still left me outside the room, at their mercy. Merlin, even Ginny might try to hex me.” Harry sighed.

“Why? I thought you two were… dating?” 

“I… I broke up with her…” Harry confessed, slipping into some pants. 

“What? When? Why?” Ron sat up on his bed in a heartbeat.

“Before the end of term… I realised I didn’t really like her in that way.” Harry confessed.

“Oh… that’s… Well, I don’t want to say good, because you’re my best friend and she’s my sister. But… if you weren’t happy, it was for the best.” Ron said.

“Yeah… even if I’m not really that much happier now… at least I was distracted while I was with Gin.” Harry sighed. Ron just raised an eyebrow. And it was all it took for Harry to keep going. “I like someone else, but they don’t like me, at all, or won’t when they find out”

“You git, please don’t tell me you like Malfoy. That would be a nightmare. I might get sick.” Ron said, rubbing his temples.

“Godric… No, not Malfoy. Ron, that would be nuts.”

“Then who?” He couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“You really want to know?” Ron nodded, so Harry took a deep breath and moved to sit beside Ron on the bed. “It’s you, your fool. It’s been you for so long, I just didn’t know how to cross the friendship boundary.” 

“Oh,” Ron said, before he started laughing. “Good… because I want to kiss you, and I’m going to do it now, okay?”

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Ginny sighed, falling in bed, face-first into the pillows.

“What’s wrong, Red?” Zabini asked, putting his book down and leaning down to kiss the back of her head.

“Why do people assume that I only like men?” She whispered, and Blaise could imagine the pretty pout she was wearing.

“I don’t understand why people still send men in your way, Gin. You’re dating the most handsome specimen than anyone could find.” He teased.

“I’m not joking, Blaise. I’m a proud bisexual woman.”

“I know, love. I know.” He said, whacking her bottom with a smirk. “My sexy bisexual girlfriend. And that’s the truth.” 

“I just want people to stop assuming things…” She turned to look at him with a pout on her red lips. 

Blaise leaned forward and kissed all the freckles on her cheeks. “Well, you just need to kiss a woman in front of cameras, make cover in the Prophet.”

“And what would you say? You, my official boyfriend.”

“That I support my bisexual girlfriend, because that’s the truth.” He kissed her, grinning against her mouth.

“You’re perfect, Blaise.” She whispered.

“Yes, yes, I am.” He said with a cocky smile. “And you love me just because of that.”

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“I never thought Draco Malfoy would enjoy a muggle Pride Parade,” Harry confessed, adjusting the pansexual flag around the blonde man’s shoulders. 

“Why wouldn’t?” Draco asked, wrapping his arms around Harry’s shoulders, and kissing him.

“Too many people? Free hugs? Too many rainbows? Too loud?” Harry shrugged.

“How would that be annoying when I’m here with one of my favourite people in the world!” Those words made Harry smile, and he leaned forward, letting a purple, pink and blue lipstick stain on the blonde’s cheek.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I’m late. I know, I’m sorry!” They both turned to see Hermione with her new favourite ‘I love my boyfriends’ t-shirt. 

“You’re right in time, sweetheart,” Draco whispered, kissing the top of her head.

“So shall we?” Harry asked, squeezing both of their hands. 

“Yes, please! And I brought us some Gatorade so we don’t lose our energy and electrolytes!” She said, patting her beaded bag.

“You’re the best,” Harry said, leaving a lipstick stain on her cheek as well. “There. You’re both branded as mine! Let’s go!”

Draco chuckled. “Someone’s possessive today. I love it.”

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“You look too lovely to be real, like a goddess,” Padma said, watching her wife exit the bedroom wearing a red one-shoulder jumpsuit.

It was their first Victory Ball as a married couple, and they both were excited to go back to Hogwarts and dance together.

“Oh… I’m the one who looks like a goddess? Is our mirror ruined, love? Look at you, that floral lehenga is so wonderful.” Katie explained, wrapping her arms around Padam’s middle. “And this blouse that leaves your beautiful shoulders vulnerable to my lips.”

Padma laughed. “I think you should save that for later tonight, when we return home. Or we’ll be late.”

“That can’t be… I must dance with my pretty wife tonight.” One last exchanged kiss, and they flooed to Hogwarts.

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“The one with the circles or squares?” Harry asked his husband, showing him two of his favourite bowties. 

Theo looked up from their sleeping infant. “Neither, those shapes are terrible. Choose the flower one.” 

“Are you sure the one with flowers is the right choice?” Harry asked.

“Of course I’m sure. It’s a charity event in Narcissa’s new foundation, Germino , of course, you should wear a flower bow tie.” He rolled his eyes. “Your daddy still doesn’t know better, my flower.”

“I don’t want to leave the two of you,” Harry confessed.

“We’ll be right here when you come back.”

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These two babes got their own little one shot. You can find it here:

What is art but the denial of life?

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When Sirius left his ancestral home for never to return, he spent some days lost in the wilderness, just walking, thinking about his life, his decision, his future. And that’s how he crossed paths with Xenophilius Lovegood.

“Black? Is that you?” A voice sounded from the middle of the lake. Sirius turned to see the strange Ravenclaw man, naked, his long blond hair covering his chest as he walked in his direction.

“Lovegood. Please tell me you’re wearing pants.” Sirius cursed, taking a few steps back. This wouldn’t be the first time that Xenophilius thought it was a good idea to take a swim naked in a lake.

“Oh, you know me, Black… I like to be free… and clothes are a little too tight.” He chuckled. “And if I remember properly, so do you.” 

“That was one time, Xenophilius, one crazy time. We’ll never do it again.” Sirius accused, raising his wand.

“Would you really hex me? Just to stop me from leaving the water?” 

“Don’t take one more step!” Sirius threatened.

“Why? You know as soon as you see my dick, you’re going down on your knees. Again?” He teased.

And maybe Sirius’ mind took him back to that day in the Prefect’s Bathroom and he lost track of time, because too quickly to be real, Xenophilius was in front of him. And the Gryffindor pulled the other man by the waist, and they were kissing. Merlin, he had missed those lips. Maybe not all was bad in the wilderness.

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I did something I probably shouldn't, but I fell in love with those five Gryffindors. You can find it here:

Quaffles & Tea Leaves - Chapter 1 - Parvati

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I did something I probably shouldn't, but I fell in love with those five Gryffindors. You can find it here:

Quaffles & Tea Leaves - Chapter 2 - Katie

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I did something I probably shouldn't, but I fell in love with those five Gryffindors. You can find it here:

Quaffles & Tea Leaves - Chapter 3 - Alicia

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It was over. Voldemort had fallen, the Death Eaters were captured, they had lost friends along the way, but they had survived. And in the middle of all the grey, all the dust, all the blood mixing with the dust from the school that was in ruins.

But in the middle of all that sadness, there was a bright splash of colour, orange, yellow, and blue. Cho ran in that direction, wrapping her arms tightly and kissing Luna. It had been so long. “You’re alive, you’re here.” She whispered.

“I missed you too, love. We’re good.” Luna whispered, holding tightly.

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I did something I probably shouldn't, but I fell in love with those five Gryffindors. You can find it here:

Quaffles & Tea Leaves - Chapter 4 - Lavender

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Time had been good for them, but from time to time Hermione still found herself looking out of the window and remembering the old days. When everything was a little harder, everything was a little confusing.

“I can hear your brain from here, Hermione.” Ginny sighed, cradling their new grandchild in her arms. 

“Sorry, love.” She chuckled, putting her cup down and going to sit beside her wife. “I never thought we would end up here.”

“What? With a platinum blond Malfoy grandchild?” Ginny teased.

Hermione chuckled, kissing her wife’s lips. “That as well, but with a beautiful wife and a big happy family.” 

“We deserve it. This and much more. Now, as much as I enjoy kissing you, I think that’s making his little highness, little Leo Malfoy, upset.” Ginny winked.

Hermione grinned, stroking the baby’s hair. This shouldn’t be possible, but here they were. And she would forever be grateful.

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I did something I probably shouldn't, but I fell in love with those five Gryffindors. You can find it here:

Quaffles & Tea Leaves - Chapter 5 - Angelina

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I did something I probably shouldn't, but I fell in love with those five Gryffindors. You can find it here:

Quaffles & Tea Leaves - Chapter 6 - Epilogue

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Snape looked outside through the window of the cottage. There was a storm brewing. Where was his dumb husband? That was the question on his mind. The stupid man had decided to go for a run and now it was raining cats and dogs.

He paced inside the kitchen, keeping an eye on the kettle to make sure there would be a hot cuppa as soon as he stepped inside.

“It’s so cold… I’m so wet.” A voice sounded from the door, and Severus turned to see Gilderoy pouting. “I forgot my wand.” 

He took a deep breath as he poured the boiling water into the teacup. “Drink.” 

“Thank you… Oh, I hate linden tea.” The pout was still present on his pretty mouth as he sipped. 

“Almost as much as I hate Linden Parkinson, but I had to handle correspondence with the man for 7 years, so can you drink a cuppa.” He explained and murmured a spell, drying Gilderoy’s hair and clothes. “Why don’t you take your cuppa to the bedroom and I’ll prepare you a nice bath.” 

“You’re the best husband a wizard could ask for.” Gilderoy kissed his jaw.

“Obviously,” Severus whispered, rolling his eyes.

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“Pans, let Ernie go, you’re squeezing him too tightly, he can barely breathe.” Neville chuckled from the couch.

“I don’t want to say goodbye.” The Slytherin whispered, holding a little bit tighter.

Ernie leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “This is our last goodbye, Pansy, sweetheart. Because tomorrow we’ll be officially bonded, all yours.” 

“I don’t want to wait until tomorrow.” She pouted. “Neville, make him stay the night!” 

Both men laughed. They both knew that once Pansy put her mind to something, there was no turning back.

“Ernie, for my sake. Please stay?” Nev asked.

“Always.”