(I’m pretty sure this is from like… last Valentine’s day! So sorry! and not fluffy… also sorry about that!) 

The day the dragon appeared, Hermione wasn’t sure if she should laugh, or cry. 

Most people had words or small symbols that helped them find their soulmate, but not her. Oh no. She had a rather large soft purple and silver dragon that’s body took up most of one shoulder and her upper back. Its tail wrapped around her upper arm and tickled the inside of her elbow - and its head rested on her other shoulder. With trembling fingers, she stroked it’s head and gasped softly when it blinked slowly at her and blew a puff of smoke the drifted down her arm and chest. 

Until this moment, Hermione hadn’t given much thought to who her soulmate would be, she knew that when she turned 17, she’d find out one way or another. Part of her had suspected Ron, and, she knew, he thought she was his too. But now… seeing the dragon settled across her back and shoulders as if it belonged their, she knew the truth. She met her eyes in the mirror and bit her lip, thinking. 

With a decisive nod, she put on the halter dress Ginny and Luna had helped her pick out to celebrate her birthday. At the time, she’d wondered why they were so insistent she wear this dress, but now she wondered if they had known something she didn’t. She glanced at the shawl she’d been planning to wear, but didn’t pick it up. They’d all know one way or another soon enough. 

“We can never be together” kiss

James clutched at Regulus’ robes, pulling him closer until their lips were only a breath apart. “Just once. Just once I want to know what you taste like. What it feels like to have your lips on mine.” 

Regulus drew in a shuddering breath and threaded his hands through James thick hair, pulling his head back until he could meet his eyes. “This, this, we can’t.” 

“You think I don’t know that?” James said with a snarl and Regulus wanted nothing more than to kiss it away. “I don’t care. I want you anyways. Just this fucking once I want to know how it feels.” 

Hermione blinked rapidly at the the grinning man in front of her and shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. 

“Nice try, but you’re not wearing that.” She told him, only daring to glance at him out of the corner of her eye. 

“What? Why not? It’s a pool party!” George complained, but the wicked grin never left his face. 

“Yeah, a pool party at the Malfoy’s! There is… no. You can’t wear that.” She waved a hand in the direction of his waist. “Harry might think it’s funny, but Draco will probably kick us out of their engagement party” 

“It was is idea to have the pool party!” George was quick to say, “And he specifically said to wear a swim suit.” He crossed his arms and Hermione had to drag her eyes away from his chest and arms, ignoring the way he smiled wider and flexed his biceps. 

“That’s not a swim suit.” she said though gritted teeth. 

“Is too.” 

“A thong speedo is not a swim suit, George!” She through up her hands, exasperated. 

He moved closer and wrapped her in his long arms, “I know, but it certainly got you all worked up.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, “What do you say we skip the party and stay home instead?” 

Hermione pulled away, “Ah ha! I knew it! You just wanted to get out of this.” His pout told her she was right and she rolled her eyes, “I’ll make you a deal, you put on something more proper, and tonight, I’ll show my new swim suit?” 

Hermione watched as the sun set behind the Forbidden Forest, savoring her possible last sunset at Hogwarts. 

“I thought I’d find you here.” A voice floated over her shoulder and she smiled, but didn’t turn around. 

“You do always know how to find me.” She responded, keeping her voice light. Two strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back slightly, away from the edge of the Astronomy Tower Balcony. She closed her eyes and relaxed into his embrace, letting Blaise’s scent and warmth pull her in and comfort her. 

She would miss this. 

His lips found the sensitive skin just under her ear and she tilted her head to the side, giving him full access to her neck. “I’ll always find you.” he whispered against her skin, “No matter what happens, no matter where you go or how far apart we are. I’ll find you again and again and again.” 

Hermione shivered in his grasp and squeezed her lids tight against the tears that threatened to fall. She held her breath to stop her body from betraying her and sobbing. “I love you.” she finally whispered when she felt in control again. She tilted her head up and back to look at him and cupped his cheek in one hand before pulling him down until their lips met. 

She put everything she had into that kiss. All the tenderness, all the love, the wildness she felt with him and only him. She poured herself into the kiss. When he gasped against her mouth and moaned, she pushed up on her tiptoes and kissed him harder and he pulled her closer to his body until they were so wrapped up in each other, Hermione was’t sure where he ended and she began. He pulled away first, searching her face before kissing her gently, reverently, and she couldn’t stop the tear the escaped and rolled down her cheek. 

Blaise cupped her face and used his thumb to rub away the tear before smiling sadly at her, “Why did that feel like good-bye?” 

She smiled back, pulled out of his arms, and turned away from him, “I’ll always love you.” 

“Hermione?” He took a step toward her, but she moved away again, wrapping her arms around herself. “I see.” 

The silence between them was heavy and for a moment, she thought he had left. Then, “I meant it. I’ll find you, always. When all of this is over, I’ll find you.” he said fervently. 

(Sorry!!! I meant to get to this the day you sent it!) 

I’ve not written for either of those pairings!!!! 

Echoes- Tom x Narcissa

Tom recognized her the moment she walked in. 

The blonde hair was new. And she was taller. But when she glanced at him with those flashing grey eyes and smirked with her full lips, he knew. 

There were something that stayed the same, no matter how many new bodies they inhabited. 

“And this is my daughter, Narcissa.” Cygnus said from beside him, his arm outstretched and waiting for his daughters hand. She placed her dainty hand in her fathers large one before bowing to him. “Narcissa, this is our guest, Mr. Riddle.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” she said demurely and curtsied. 

Tom held out his hand and when she gently placed her hand in his, a spark ignited at her touch, rushing up his arm and leaving goose-flesh in it’s wake. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed, he grinned. “Please, call me Tom.”

She smiled up at him through her lashes and he saw the hint of recognition there. With a small tug of her hand, he had her in his arms and dipped his head low to whisper his promise. This time, in this life, he wouldn’t let her go. 

Stop the Clock - Theo x Regulus

“You’ll give yourself a headache if you keep trying to read that book by ember light.” Regulus heard the lightly teasing words before a pair of arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind. He blinked owlishly, pulled from his study as Theo pressed a kiss to his temple. 

Regulus placed one hand over Theo’s and used the other to mark his place in his book. “I didn’t notice the fire had gotten so low.” he confessed. 

“Hmm, I bet you didn’t notice that it’s after 2 in the morning either?” Theo asked and placed his chin on Regulus’ shoulder, “Put the book down. Come to bed.” 

Regulus closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose, willing himself not to give in. “You know why I can’t.  I have to find-” 

He was cut off abruptly as Theo pressed his soft lips against the corner of Regulus mouth, flicking his tongue out, before pulling away slightly. With a groan, Regulus released his book and tangled his hand in Theo’s lush brown waves. Turning his head to get better access, he pressed his lips against his lover’s. Completely in sync, they moaned and the kiss went wild as their tongues tangled in hot, open-mouthed, kisses. Each time they pulled away, they found themselves being pulled back, again, and again, and again. 

Finally, Regulus released Theo; they were both panting heavily in the aftermath. 

“I still can’t.” Regulus continued the conversation, trying to not to let his eyes wander back to Theo’s pink lips. “I have to figure this out.” He bit his lip and looked down at the book on the floor, barely discernible against the dark carpet in the low firelight. “Then maybe I won’t leave you again.” he finished on a whisper. 

Theo’s fingers were gentle on his chin as he tilted Regulus’ head until their eyes met. “I don’t want you to get sucked back to that hell hole you once called home either.” he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Regulus’ lips, “And I promise we’ll keep looking. Because no matter how many times you go there, I know you’ll always come back. And I’ll always be waiting.” He released him and took a step back, “Now, please, come to bed. It’s late and I want to hold you in my arms for another night.” 

The corner of Regulus’ mouth turned up in something that could almost be called a smile, “Alight. I’ll come to bed.” 

Hmmm….I don’t really know lol. How about a make believe story?

Once upon a time there lived a princess.

She was loved by all, and yet by none.

When she was young, she knew everyone loved her.

When she behaved. When she was quiet. When she acted like one of her dolls.

As she grew into a beautiful young woman, she quickly learned that all those in the kingdom loved the idea of her. They would leave flowers at the feet of her statues and praise her “goodness”.

She began to wonder if anyone would would see that she was more than a puppet.

Then, one day, a young man from the neighboring kingdom came to visit. When they met, his smile was bland and his dark eyes as cool as her own. They were to be married, her father said in his booming voice, and their kingdoms would rejoice.

Later that night, she stood alone on the roof of the far corner tower. She looked out over the edge and wondered what her life would bring. Would her future husband expect her to continue the act she she showed the rest of the world? Would he love her even if she didn’t?

A small noise from behind startled her and she whirled around. The trap door was open and a dark figure was coming through. When he fully emerged, she drilled and pasted a stiff smile on her lips; her intended had found her hiding place.

When he spotted her, he stopped for a moment then joined her. She bowed her head and crossed her hands in front of her.

“You don’t have to do that you know.” He said.

“Do what?” She asked politely.

“Pretend. I’m not an idiot, I can see you’re faking.” He said and leaned on the low wall separating them from the open air.

She looked up at him, startled, and stared when he turned to face her.

He was smiling, and the dark eyes she’d thought cold radiated warmth. His once neat hair was messy and she tucked one of her own stray strands behind her ear. “Thank you.” She said softly and smiled genuinely at him.

“No need to to thank me.” He said and placed a warm hand over her cool one. “Maybe we can start over?”