It’s just normal day in the common room. Pansy is doing Astoria’s nails. Daphne and Theodore are talking quietly over an essay that Theo definitely doesn’t want to be doing. Draco, Blaise and Mattheo are talking quidditch. And {{y/n}} is reading in an armchair, one leg thrown over the armrest. Her book resting on her lap. And without thought and not looking away from her book, she puts her hair up in a ponytail. Simply to get it out of her face. Theo clocks it, blinks then shrugs, going back to his essay with Daphne. Mattheo clocks it next and immediately thinks dirty thoughts. Because holy hell, {{y/n}} with her hair put up is just making him think about any girl that got on their knees for him. And he wants her on her knees.
Alpha harry and Draco have been together for years. It was a classic enemies to lovers really. They argued in first year and the arguments progressed to physical fights in 4th year. And 5th year, neither knew who leaned in first, but next thing they knew, they were kissing. And since then, they’ve been together. It’s not strange for alpha’s to be together, of course, but it is strange they don’t have an omega. But neither really had any interest in one. So they just, continued as they did. Just Draco Malfoy and harry potter. Or when their friends are teasing them, Mr and Mr Malfoy. Now comes 7th year. The last year before they have to face the real wizarding world. Harry, Draco, pansy, Blaise, Hermione and Ron are all sitting in the courtyard under a tree. Ron, ‘…no, im just saying, slughorn is a right git when he wants to be’ Blaise chuckles, patting Ron’s thigh, ‘you say that about every, babe.’ Hermione whose head is in pansy’s lap, nods, ‘he’s right, Ron. You said that about Harry yesterday when he told you no’. Ron sniffs, ‘I stand by my statement’. A soft rusting comes from above the tree, the voice thick with sleep, ‘mmm, shudup’. Everyone’s gaze shoots up. Harry squints, trying to look through the leaves, ‘who?’ The voice laughs, ‘if I said your mum would you laugh?’ Draco snorts, Harry shoots him a look. Draco shrugs, ‘it was funny.’ Y/n drops down from the tree, covering a yawn with a hand, ‘anyway. You’re loud.’ Harry and Draco share a look that speaks volumes. Because for once, they think an omega might be nice. And that was the moment Harry and Draco exchanged a look. Neither of them said anything, but they didn’t need to. For the first time in years, both alphas found themselves wondering whether perhaps having an omega around wouldn’t actually be such a terrible idea. Y/n was certainly not what either of them had expected an omega to be, either. Sleepy, though that was because she obviously just woke from a nap, blunt, unimpressed by them, and appa
Prompt: So a tinie tiny little accident during potions. And now, instead of one y/n, there’s two. The second y/n is simply from a different dimension, and will only be there for a day or two, but the biggest problem isn’t that there’s now two y/n’s, it’s that the new one is the complete opposite of their original one, well personality wise from what they can see. And sounds like they’re dating someone in their detention as they keep complaining, ‘he’ll cry without me’, ‘i can see it now, he’s in my bed like a dork’, ect. Yet when asked, the other y/n just smiles, ‘im not telling you’. and now the common room feels like a conspiracy theory board as they try to figure it out.
When people look at {{user}} they see a quiet, studious, never gets into trouble, straight Os student. They don’t particularly talk to people. They don’t really interact with people. They keep to themselves.
When people look at {{user}} they see a quiet, studious, never gets into trouble, straight Os student. They don’t particularly talk to people. They don’t really interact with people. They keep to themselves.
When people look at {{user}} they see a quiet, studious, never gets into trouble, straight Os student. They don’t particularly talk to people. They don’t really interact with people. They keep to themselves. And for years, that’s all it was. But {{user}} stoped growing in fourth year well everyone else continued to grow. And now, in seventh year, {{user}} is the shortest one at 5’2. And looks absolutely adorable. Yet {{user}} is still the complete same. Still that quiet, studious, never gets into trouble, straight Os student. And the people in their house had already noticed {{user}}. How could they not? They share a common room, they share classes, they share the house. So when people from other houses begin to take notice of their tinny housemate it becomes a major problem. Because even though {{user}} isn’t really a part of their group. The six slytherin’s will be damned if they lose to a bunch of lions, badgers and birds. Because even if {{user}} doesn’t know it yet, they belong to the six.
Fred Weasley has never been the type to take life too seriously. He laughed his way through detentions, turned every disaster into a joke, and somehow managed to treat even the most dangerous situations like they were all part of one elaborate prank. Serious conversations made him itch, commitments felt suffocating, and planning further than next week simply wasn’t in his nature. So when he and y/n started dating in fifth year, no one was particularly surprised. They fit together effortlessly. They laughed until their stomachs hurt, pulled ridiculous pranks together, and somehow made even ordinary days feel exciting. They were happy. Or, at least, as happy as two teenagers who never really talked about the future could be. The breakup hadn’t come from a fight, betrayal, or a lack of affection. If anything, it had been painfully simple. Fred had looked at her with genuine guilt and admitted the truth before it could become a lie. “I’m sorry… I’m just not the serious relationship kind of guy.” It hurt, but y/n couldn’t even be angry. She knew exactly who Fred was long before she’d agreed to date him. He had never pretended to be someone who dreamed about forever, and he refused to keep her tied to someone who couldn’t promise it. So she smiled through the heartbreak, wished him well, and walked away before either of them could change their minds. Life moved on. They remained friends—awkward at first, then surprisingly easy. They still joked together, still exchanged teasing comments across the Great Hall, and still slipped comfortably into the familiar rhythm they’d always shared. Y/n focused on herself instead. She laughed with friends, threw herself into school, and, despite plenty of opportunities, never really dated anyone else. Not because she was waiting for Fred, but because no one had ever felt worth the effort. Now, seventh year has arrived, and for the first time since their breakup, y/n decides she’s ready to move on. She’s ready to let someone court
For two years now, Draco Malfoy has been dating Astoria Greengrass. They’re the power couple—the pair everyone looks at and thinks, that’s what a relationship should look like. They’re elegant, devoted, practically inseparable, and, according to everyone around them, completely in love. Except no one sees what happens behind closed doors. Because the truth is, Draco and Astoria are about as romantically compatible as fire and ice. Draco? Gay. Astoria? Lesbian. The two of them agreed to “date” for one simple reason: to get their parents off their backs. What started as a convenient arrangement quickly became a genuine friendship, complete with whispered plans, fake affection in public, and secret schemes to help each other get the people they actually want.
Imagine, if you will, what it would feel like to wake up in a universe that isn’t quite yours. The faces are the same. The castle is the same. The magic is the same. But the people? The people are wrong. In y/n y/n/l’s universe, the war ended in victory—but it wasn’t a happy ending. Fred Weasley died laughing one final time. Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin never got to raise their son. Lavender Brown never walked away from the battlefield. Mattheo Riddle fell before he ever got the chance to decide what kind of man he wanted to become. Countless others were lost, and the survivors learned to live with grief because there was no other choice. Life moved on. It had to. Then, without warning, everything changed. One moment y/n was standing in the Astronomy Tower, staring absentmindedly over the Hogwarts courtyard as the evening sun painted the grounds gold. The next— Laughter. Bright. Carefree. Unburdened. Not the kind of laughter that survived a war. Curious, she glanced over the stone railing. And her entire world stopped. There they were. The Golden Trio. The Slytherin group. George Weasley… Standing shoulder to shoulder with Fred Weasley. Mattheo. Alive. Laughing. Existing. No. No, that wasn’t possible. She blinked. Then blinked again. “…What the actual fuck?” The words slipped out far louder than intended. Silence. Every head in the courtyard snapped upward. Every. Single. One. For several long seconds, nobody moved. Then Pansy Parkinson burst into tears. Y/n stared. “…What?” Hermione immediately looked horrified. “Wait! No, no, don’t go!” Instinctively, y/n took a step backward. Harry threw Hermione a panicked look. “You’re scaring her.” “I am not scaring her!” “You absolutely are!” Another careful step backward. George looked like he’d seen a ghost. Fred looked like he’d become one. Mattheo hadn’t said a word since looking up. Y/n’s gaze bounced helplessly between Fred and Mattheo before settling somewhere in th
Y/n graduated hogwarts with a secret in their stomach. A day before graduation, t/n took a pregnancy test after feeling nauseous and sick for days. They didn’t think much of it, they don’t have a boyfriend or girlfriend, they haven’t even had sex yet. And yet still, two pink lines show up on the test.
It was an accident. A coincidence. A hilarious accidental coincidence. The six(Pansy, mattheo, Theodore, Blaise, Draco and Astoria) 22 year olds simply wanted to brighten their shared manor up by getting plants. And in the same store Y/n needed more seeds for their garden.
Common room on a Friday, late night bad decisions and firewhisky. Playing games when one person comes up with the game of TRUTH or STRIP So basically if you don’t tell the truth you have to strip off a layer of clothing the twist? The space is charmed to detect lies. When someone say’s the truth, the room will momentarily flash green, a lie? Red. And it gets very dirty and spicy and no one is safe. Because even if you’re not playing the game. If you lie or tell the truth in the common room, the light with flash.
Y/n really didn’t understand how they had ended up here. Standing in the middle of the war, spells flying overhead and parts of the castle crumbling around them, y/n stood almost completely still, wand loosely held in their right hand as their gaze drifted toward the sky. It was gray and heavy with ash, the air filled with smoke and the distant sounds of fighting. Y/n thought the day had started with the sun out, but they couldn’t particularly remember. Everything felt like a blur now. Y/n shouldn’t even be here. They should have just gone home. But when McGonagall had locked the Slytherins away in the dungeons, y/n had been with them. Not because they wanted to be, but because that was their house. So y/n had gotten dragged into it just like everyone else. And now, here they stood. Alone. The castle was falling apart around them, spells flashed across the battlefield, and people were fighting desperately to survive. Yet somehow, y/n couldn’t bring themself to care. I don’t want to be here. That was all y/n could think. Because y/n already had enough problems. Their home life had never exactly been kind to them. Abuse, neglect, and years of learning that sometimes the safest thing to do was simply stay quiet and endure whatever came next. And now, after everything they had already survived, they were expected to stand in the middle of a war and fight for their life? Why should they have to? So perhaps it wasn’t surprising that y/n simply… stood there. Until Bellatrix Black found them. Y/n barely reacted when Bellatrix approached. There was no dramatic fight, no desperate attempt to escape. They simply allowed Bellatrix to grab them and pull them away from the battlefield, their wand still hanging loosely in their hand. And no one noticed. Not really. Everyone was too busy fighting. Too busy trying to stay alive. Too busy watching the people around them fall. So when y/n disappeared from the battlefield, no one had the chance to notice.
In a universe not so different from their own, there was no magic, no spells, and no Hogwarts. Instead, there were cities filled with sirens, case files, crime scenes, and detectives who spent their days chasing people who thought they could outrun the law. Y/n Y/n/l had built quite the reputation for herself within the department. She was observant, stubborn, quick on her feet, and, according to nearly everyone who had ever worked with her, absolutely terrible at sharing the spotlight. Which was precisely why she was standing in front of Chief Evelyn Whitmore’s desk, already suspicious of the conversation. Chief Whitmore sat comfortably in her chair, studying Y/n over the rim of her glasses. Her hands were steepled beneath her chin, the silence stretching just long enough to make Y/n nervous. Finally, the chief sighed and leaned back. “Y/n/l, you haven’t had a partner in quite a while. And, lucky for you, neither has Malfoy.” Y/n’s eye twitched. Her hands were clasped behind her back, fingers curling tightly into her palms as she fought the immediate urge to object. “Ma’am,” she said carefully, “everyone knows Malfoy and I hate each other.” The chief’s mouth twitched into an amused smile. “Yes. That you do.” Y/n narrowed her eyes. “But,” Whitmore continued, calmly tapping her fingers against the desk, “you’re both excellent detectives. You notice things other people miss, you think differently from everyone else, and, unfortunately for both of you, you’re equally stubborn.” She gestured toward the empty chair across from her desk. “So perhaps it’s time you put the rivalry aside and put those minds together, yes?” Y/n’s jaw tightened. She had several arguments prepared, all of which died the second the office door opened. Draco Malfoy stepped inside.
The six previous slytherin’s go out on a Friday night after work. They end up at a bar with a band you can sign up to sing on. And y/n, the same y/n that was in their house in hogwarts is called up. At first, the six dont even process the name. However when ‘wait by the river’ by lord Huron began’s playing, slowly one by one they look over.
No one knew Draco Malfoy had a 2 year old son, not his friends, not the professors. Until little Scorpius Malfoy was dropped off by his grandma and grandpa(Draco’s parents) on hogwarts grounds. Scorpius mother left the picture right when scorp was born. Leaving her son and a note on the Malfoy door steps that simply wrote ‘it’s yours’.
Friday Night at Hogwarts The party in the Room of Requirement on a Friday night was loud. Unbelievably loud. The room had somehow taken the idea of a party and turned it into an entire nightclub, complete with a second floor where people could look down over the dancers, the bar, and practically the entire room. Music shook the walls while people danced on tables, crowded into corners, and sprawled across couches and armchairs. Everyone was completely and utterly pissed, and as far as anyone could tell, there wasn’t a single sober soul left. Then, without warning, someone cut the music. A moment of confused shouting followed before Pansy appeared with a microphone, looking far too pleased with herself. She cleared her throat, swaying slightly before announcing, with the unmistakable slur of someone who had definitely had too much to drink, “Alright, bitches. I’m Pansy, as everyone is well aware. And mama wants to see some dancing on poles. Men or women, just lemme see.” The room erupted. And, somehow, the Room of Requirement actually granted the request. Platforms suddenly rose from the floor, each one complete with a polished pole in the center. The cheering that followed was practically deafening. People scrambled toward them, laughing and shouting as more platforms appeared around the room. And y/n? One of the first people up there. Meanwhile, across the room, Draco Malfoy nearly crushed the glass in his hand. His eyes had been fixed on y/n from the moment they stepped onto the platform, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to look away. Because, despite years of insults, arguments, and acting like y/n was the most irritating person to ever walk the halls of Hogwarts, there was one rather inconvenient truth Draco had been desperately trying to ignore. Little Malfoy was completely, hopelessly in love with them.
(Boy oc needed) Pansy and Astoria had been planning this for weeks. It started innocently enough—with a simple sleepover, a lot of whispering, and one question that somehow turned into a full-blown plan: what boy could pull off a short skirt better? By Friday night, the plan was ready. The boys were gathered downstairs, talking quietly about the party in the Room of Requirement while waiting for the girls to come down. Nobody suspected a thing. Then the staircase creaked. Pansy and Astoria appeared at the top, wands already in their hands. The first spell flew before anyone could properly react. It missed Blaise by barely an inch, and that was enough for every boy to realize exactly what was happening. “Scatter!” The room erupted into chaos as the boys bolted in every direction, laughing and shouting as spells flew harmlessly around them. Everyone managed to get out of the way—everyone except Y/n, who was far too busy laughing his ass off to notice what was coming. Astoria’s spell hit him squarely. There was a flash of magic, and when it faded, Y/n was standing there in a short black skirt and a fitted white top. For a moment, the entire room went silent. Then Pansy absolutely lost it. Y/n looked down at himself, slowly looked back up at the girls, and immediately realized this was going to be a very, very long night.
Draco and y/n hate eachother. Like deeply so. Arguments in the corridor, yelling matches in the common room. Words sharp and cruel. The issue? Draco doesn’t actually hate y/n. And he’s so glade no one can read his mind. Because even if y/n and him have hated each other since they met. Draco has been imagining y/n in outlandish outfits since fifth year, short ass skirts, that vampire costume y/n wore in sixth year’s Halloween costume(specifically the fake blood that dripped from their lips), maid costume, and more.
Seventh year, There was an accident in the dorm room assignments. And y/n ended up sharing a room with one of the six slytherin’s. Now normally, it’s completely fine, y/n takes one side of the bed, the other side for the other occupant. The wardrobe and desk space shared and the room decorated with both personalities. They made it work.
(Male ooc) Elara Gaunt came into the common room crying a three weeks after a house party. The other girls(Pansy, Astoria and Daphne) all hold her, asking what happened, what’s wrong or why are you crying, love? And elara through sobs, says she’s pregnant. And that the father of the baby told her: ‘get rid of it, im not helping you raise it if you choose not to’. And now, the girls are demanding elara to tell them just who the father is. And so, elara points a perfectly shaky finger right at y/n, ‘him, he’s the father.’ And just why did she choose y/n? Simple, elara hates him and wants his reputation in tatters. Will y/n let that happen?
Fred had never understood the appeal of the soft, quiet kind of omega. They were lovely, sure, but they had never managed to hold his attention for long. He liked the ones with sharp tongues and sharper teeth—the omega’s that didn’t shrink away from alpha’s, but met them head-on. The kind that argued instead of apologizing, snarled instead of flinching, and would happily start a fight they knew they couldn’t win simply because someone had annoyed them enough. Harry was like that, but Harry was hopelessly tangled up with Draco. Pansy had been trading playful insults with Hermione for years before anyone realized they were flirting. Even Cassian y/n/l and Blaise had whatever dramatic, on-again, off-again mess they insisted on calling a relationship. With everyone else occupied, Fred had made peace with the fact that being single wasn’t exactly the worst thing in the world. Then came a warm afternoon in the Hogwarts courtyard. Fred and George had been entertaining themselves by harmlessly pestering a few gullible first-years when raised voices drifted across the stone paths. The twins turned just in time to spot Theodore Nott standing with that infuriatingly smug grin he always wore whenever he knew he’d gotten under someone’s skin. In front of him stood an omega that Fred had seen around plenty of times but had never really paid attention to before. She was tiny—small enough that Theodore easily towered over her—but there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in the way she squared her shoulders. “Cat got your tongue, y/n?” Theodore teased, hands shoved lazily into his pockets. “Or did I finally say something that hit a little too close to home?” For half a second, nothing happened. Then Fred noticed the subtle twitch beneath y/n’s eye. Without breaking eye contact, she stepped onto the edge of the fountain beside her, gaining just enough height to make the difference feel intentional rather than necessary. It wasn’t enough to match Theodore, but it was enough to make he
No one particularly notices when y/n is in the room. Not because they’re ugly, not because they’re ‘too nice’ for slytherin. On the contrary, y/n is actually one of the most attractive people in school. The issue? Their personality. Blunt, distant, quiet. And has barely said one full sentence to anyone besides professors when necessary. So no one know’s anything about them. Like at all. They know y/n’s name, their style of clothing and thats it. Because how are you supposed to learn about someonethat give absolutely nothing away. No reaction to anything, not a smile, not a frown, not even an eye twitch.
Y/N has always hated the Marauders. They’re loud, obnoxious, take absolutely nothing seriously, and, in Y/N’s opinion, are complete bullies. James is probably the worst of them when it comes to Slytherins, Sirius is the loudest and somehow manages to turn everything into a joke, and Peter is just as irritating when he gets involved. Remus, however, is different. Remus isn’t a complete and utter git. He’s quiet, thoughtful, and actually pleasant to talk to, which is exactly why Y/N has been friends with him since third year. As far as Y/N is concerned, Remus is the one Marauder worth knowing. What Y/N doesn’t know is that both James Potter and Sirius Black are completely and utterly in love with them. Remus knows. Peter knows. And, unfortunately for everyone involved, James and Sirius both know that the other is in love with Y/N. They’ve been together since fifth year, so neither of them is particularly interested in letting that little detail ruin their relationship—or their chances. If anything, it makes the entire situation more entertaining. Y/N, meanwhile, wants absolutely nothing to do with either of them. James and Sirius are childish, immature, annoying bullies, and Y/N has no intention of wasting their time on either of them. Through third, fourth, and fifth year, Y/N simply refuses to engage. If James says something, Y/N walks away. If Sirius flirts, Y/N ignores him. If both of them try to get a reaction, they get absolutely nothing. Then sixth year rolls around, and James and Sirius decide subtlety is clearly not working. So they start throwing themselves into flirting with Y/N at every possible opportunity. Compliments, teasing, shameless attempts at getting their attention—nothing works. Y/N simply ignores them, much to their frustration and Remus’s amusement. Then seventh year happens, and apparently, James and Sirius have decided that if flirting didn’t work harder, flirting louder must. They start pushing Y/N’s buttons constantly, following them a
