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I was thinking about how imagines are always so cute and fluffy but irk things go wrong and embarrassment is everywhere....enjoy???

WARNING: Second hand embarrassment 

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Harry:

It was late at night in the Library. You and Harry had left your Transfiguration homework very late. It was partly because of quidditch but mostly because you were both very unmotivated. Anyway, as the night came to an end you rolled up your 2 feet of parchment and helped Harry take the stacks of books back to where they belonged.  When you got to the right aisle you plonked the books down on a table and both you and Harry had to lean against the table on your top topes to put the books back. You put away a transfiguration 101 book and went to grab the next book. The problem was, you didn’t look down as you were doing so... ‘Um...’ You stopped. What you grabbed was not a book. ABORT. ABORT. You let go and turned to Harry, putting your hands in the air.  ‘Harry-’ ‘Nope don’t worry-’ ‘I’m so sorry-’ ‘It’s fine-’ ‘Seriously, I didn’t mean to- ‘No I get it-’ ‘I was reaching for the book-’ ‘Yup-’ ‘This is so awkward-’ ‘Y?N!’ He said, making you stop. The redness in your face was apparently there to stay. ‘I’m telling you, it’s fine.; He said, also red. You cleared your throat awkwardly and avoided his eye contact. ‘Well..uh..I guess we should get back....ya know curfew and...stuff.’  ‘Yeah..uh.’ He said. 

Ron: 

‘Where’s Ron?’ You asked Harry. It was Christmas eve and you, harry, Ron and Hermione were staying at school. You were the only Gryffindor’s staying so you had the whole tower to yourself. ‘He’s upstairs.’ Said Harry ‘Do you want to go get him? We should go get dinner.’ Said Harry, not looking up from his quidditch book. You nodded and walked up the spiral staircase to the boys’ dorm. Without thinking you opened the door, ‘Ron-oh my god!’ It was safe to say he was completely naked. Well kind of. He was pulling on a shirt.  ‘Y/N!’ He said, panicking, ‘Get out!’ ‘Right!’ You screamed, slamming the door shut and running back down the hallway. Just as you were about to reach the staircase Ron called your name. You looked back to see him running towards you, still doing up his pants. ‘Y/N.’ He said, panting. ‘Ron, I’m so sorry-’ You started. Ron was completely red and from the heat you could feel on your face, so were you. ‘Don’t you know how to knock?’ He said in a hushed tone, looking around.  ‘Well I just figured-’ ‘You shouldn’t!’ ‘I know I’m sorry!’ You said, pressing your hand to your forehead. You both stood there awkwardly, neither of you sure what to do next.  ‘Um, we’re going to go get dinner now.’ You finally said. Ron nodded slowly, not looking at you. 

Hermione:

It was a beautiful winters day so you and the trio decided to go outside and have some fun in the snow. Although it was winter and there was a thick layer of snow on the ground, the sun was shining bright so you didn’t bother to put on your robe - just your white school blouse and skirt etc.  Immediately you all got into a large snowball fight and you were losing...badly. Everyone was attacking you with mushy snowballs that pounded against your chest and stomach. After a while, however, you noticed that people stopped attacking you...and avoiding eye contact with you. Ron whispered something into Harry’s ear and they both went red, making a sideways glance at you. You looked at them, your eyebrows furrowed. What were they talking about? Hermione was a few feet away and you walked up to her. ‘Why are they talking about me?’ You asked her, pointing to the boys. Hermione looked at the boys, then at you and stopped, her eyes on your chest. ‘Hermione what are you-oh shit.’ You looked down to see that the snowballs had completely soaked through your white shirt making it very very see through. Hermione went red and looked away, ‘Sorry, I would have told you if i had known. But you should probably go change.’ Still without looking at you, Hermione gave you her jumper to cover yourself. You went bright red as you realized how long it must have looked like this. 

Draco:

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It was just starting to get dark in the Glade. Everyone had finished dinner and most people were either getting ready for bed or sitting around the fire, talking. You were just helping Frypan clean up when Minho came up to you. ‘Have you seen Newt?’ He asked you. You dried your hands on a manky tea towel and shook your head, ‘I thought he was with you.’ You said. Minho shrugged, ‘Nope. But when you find tell him to get his shuck-face to me. I need to talk to him.’ Minho said as he walked back towards the fire.  ‘I’ll be right back.’ You said to Frypan who smiled and thanked you. 

You knew exactly where Newt would be. Sitting at the back of the small forest, his back against the wall of the maze. You walked confidently and sure enough he was there. He didn’t notice you at first. His face was molded into a frown and his eyes stared into the trees but they were glazed over, as if he wasn’t really looking at anything. ‘Newt?’ You said. He came out of his trance at once, sitting up and lifting his eyebrows, his eyes coming back to life. ‘Hi.’ He said. You walked over to him and slumped next to him, the maze wall cold. ‘What’s up?’ You asked, sensing that something wasn’t quite right.  ‘Nothing.’ He replied, his voice monotone. ‘Newt.’ You said, raising your eyebrows at him. Newt sighed, ‘There is nothing bloody wrong.’  ‘There is clearly something wrong.’ You fought back, ‘You don’t have to tell me what it is but don’t lie to me. I’m worried about you.’ ‘Why would you be worried about me?’ He asked, brushing you off.  ‘Because I care about you! We all care about you.’  ‘No one cares about me.’ Newt said, suddenly raising his voice, making you jump. ‘No one cares about me.’ His voiced cracked.  Yes they do! Minho and Alby, Frypan and Thomas. Even Gally cares about you. And me. I care about you.’ ‘No. No you don’t. You don’t know me. I don’t even know me.’ He said, avoiding your eye. ‘What do you mean? Of course I-’ ‘No you don’t!’ ‘Yes!,’ You said loudly, making Newt jump this time. ‘I do. I know that you’re smart. I know that you’re serious but fun when you want to be. I know that you’re so nice and that you genuinely care about every single person here. And I know that you’re funny. You’re so damn quiet but when you do say something it’s always so clever and witty. And I know that you like to be in charge and that you’re good at it! I know that you’re an introvert but you know how to handle people.And I know that...I know that I love you.’ At this moment Newt turned away, shaking his head.  ‘No you bloody don’t.’ ‘Why not?’ You demanded.  ‘Because who knows if that is even the real me? Huh? This person that you think I am is probably not who I was. They changed everything remember?’ ‘No they didn’t.’ You said, tiredly. ‘They erased our memories, Newt. Not our personalities. You know that. And yes the person who you were before this made you who you are today. But not having those memories doesn’t mean who you are isn’t real anymore. It just means that you can’t remember why you’re like this. And that’s okay. Because we are all going through this and we’re going to get out of this klunk-of-a situation. But not if you’re going to keep doubting yourself. You haven't changed. Only your memories have.’ You finished, the back of your throat now tight making it hard for you to swallow. Newt took a deep breath and looked at you in the eyes. ‘You’re right.’ His eyes were glassing over and as he blinked the tears ran down his face like streams. ‘Come here.’ You said, pulling him in. He rested his head on your chest as you hugged him tightly. ‘Y/N?’ He said.  ‘Yeah, Newt?’  ‘I know that I love you too.’ He said. You smiled and kissed the top of his head. ‘Good that.’ You said, laughing. Finally, you both stood up. ‘Does it look like I’ve been crying?’ He asked. You wiped his face with your finger to erase the wet streaks and nodded, ‘You’re good now.’  ‘Thanks.’ He smiled. 

Requested:  Hey! Can I have an imagine with Draco? I don't care what it's about but can it have a lot of kisses? :D thank you! I LOVE the blog :)

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‘Are you ready to go, love?’ You hear Draco call out to you from the other side of the house.  ‘Almost!’ You shout back. You pick up your baby boy and walk over to his closet. ‘What would you like to wear, little man?’ You say as you flick through his small outfits. Your options come down to two. ‘Draco can you help me a minute?’ You say. ‘What’s up?’ He asks, standing in the door frame. ‘Denim dungarees with black and white stripey top or blue trousers with the truck sweater?’ You ask. Draco laughs shaking his head. ‘She’s more concerned about what you wear than you are.’ He says in a high pitched voice to your son, who giggles at his fathers funny voice. ‘Well you’re no help at all.’ You say, jokingly to him. Finally you decide on one of the outfits and not too long after, you’re ready. ‘How we getting there?’ You ask, slinging a scarf around your shoulder. ‘Floo powder.’ You stop and turn to Draco, ‘Draco no! You know we have talked about this, it isn’t good for him to be-’ ‘Honey, I’m kidding.’ He says smiling cheekily. ‘We can apparate.’ When ready, you held your baby close to your chest underneath your coat to make sure he doesn’t feel unsafe with the weird sensation that apparation brings. ‘Ready?’ Asked Draco. You looked down to check on the baby before nodding. After two seconds you were standing outside the large gates of Malfoy Manor. The cold wind whipping against your face. ‘ Together, as a family, you walk through the gates and into the large house. Being Christmas time the Malfoy’s had lovely decorations that brought life to the house, you thought, rather than the empty feeling it usually had. The family greeted you three with open arms and warm smiles. They were so different after the war. While in school they never cared for you much but now, things were much more settled. ‘How’s my grandson?’ Narcissa said, opening her arms and taking the baby into her hands. ‘He’s so beautiful.’  ‘You say that every time you see him, mum.’ Draco said, kissing his mother on the cheek. ‘It;s because it’s true.’ She replies.