A story about how Remus and Sirius end up falling in love their seventh year of Hogwarts. // Author's note: this is my first time writing and sharing fan fiction. I hope you enjoy it and that it doesn't suck. Have a nice day.

When James wakes up, his head his pounding. He can't remember drinking anything, but supposes he must have because it feels like he's been hit square between the eyes with a bludger. He's never been one to get hungover, but he knows this is what it's supposed to feel like. Although, come to think of it, he doesn't remember celebrating their victory on the pitch, isn't completely sure they had one at all. The last thing he remembers is turning to look to the stands, revelling in the roars of his fellow Gryffindors, certain that they were going to beat Hufflepuff. Then, he turned and... was hit square between the eyes with a bludger. Now he's stuck in the hospital wing, and the bed next to his is occupied by none other than Regulus Black.

Remus was so beautiful; it physically hurt to look at him. "Hey, Remus." The other boy glanced up, amber eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiled. "Hello Pads." ~ meet sirius black: artistic, punk rock, as straight as a rainbow and not afraid to show it. plus he's a dog person. meet remus lupin: musical, owns too many jumpers (if that's even a thing), as straight as a rainbow and very much too terrified to show it. he is also a dog person. nobody saw it coming. well, i mean, apart from james, peter, lily, marlene, dorcas, alice, regulus, severus, pretty much all the students actually, mcgonagall, dumbledore, filch, mrs norris.....yeah, ok, let me rephrase my original statement. sirius and remus never saw it coming. everyone else? oh, pur-LEASE. ~ He sighed. "It's weird, isn't it?" "What is?" "The best people tend to think the worst of themselves." *** disclaimer: this might surprise you, but i .... *whispers* ....... don't actually ....... own ........ harry potter .......... *cries in fangirl* nope. that right goes to j.k. rowling. this is just another muggle a.u. there are loads of them. check them out. plus the a d o r a b l e fanart on the cover isn't mine either. it belongs to space dementia, who is an artist on tumblr. if you happen to be them, i have two things to say: thank you, sorry, and the artwork is awesome. [that's three things. oh well.] however this story is mine so please don't steal it (not that i know why you would want to). apart from that, enjoy the ride folks. started: friday 2nd august, 2019 finished: tuesday 10th december, 2019

But Sirius still had a problem. He always wanted to touch Remus. Just any sort of physical contact. When Remus was laying in bed, Sirius wanted to crawl in too; every time Sirius sat next to Remus, he had to constantly remind himself not to run his hand over Remus' thigh; Sirius wished he could slip his cold hands under Remus' thick sweater and finger every scar that littered Remus' pale skin; Sirius wanted to caress every part of Remus' face as if he could memorize it by touch; and Sirius really wanted to know what the soft skin on Remus' neck felt like under his lips, Sirius wondered if Remus was as susceptible to love bites as he was. But even though Sirius wanted all of these things, he didn't try to take them. complete :) Please note that I do not own ANY of the characters in this story. Thanks for reading :)

❝ make them stop, dean! please! ❞ --- After Ron wakes up in the middle of the night, screaming that he saw Sirius Black, the murderer who escaped from Azkaban, Seamus Finnigan starts experiencing some horrid nightmares. All he wants is for them to go away. But he suffers every time his eyes close. He eventually confides in his best friend Dean who wants to help but doesn't know how. --- { takes place during the third book - prisoner of azkaban } { this is a seamus finnigan x dean thomas fanfiction - if you don't like it, leave } { i own none of these characters or the story! they were all made up by the lovely j. k. rowling }

Ginny Weasleyová si připadá jako ta nejšťastnější žena na světě. Má skvělou rodinu, válka skončila, doma na ní vždy čekají dvě děti a milující manžel. Nebo to si alespoň myslí ona. Pravda je ale úplně jiná. Opravdu je po válce a na ni doma čekají dvě děti, ale Harry už není žádný milující manžel. Po dvanácti letech s Ginny ve vztahu už nemůže jinak, než zbaběle minimálně jedenkrát v týdnu tajně utíkat pryč z domu do mudlovského světa, aby tam našel to, co si jeho tělo žádá. Druhé mužské tělo. Jednou ale narazí na někoho, po kom každé ráno po jeho návštěvě zůstává na druhém polštáři jen jedna rudá růže. A Harry zatouží se o něm dozvědět víc. _________________________________________________ Varování: Možná nějaké části pro dospělé, ale je mi jasné, že to nikdo stejně dodržovat nebude. :D To bych to ani já psát totiž nemohla. :D