James
Your brother couldn't believe what he had just heard.

"Pansy.... Pansy Parkinson......... Pugfac-"

You didn't let your brother finish what he was going to say.

How so?

"Ow! OK.... sorry...."

Fist + Face = Ow

Math.

"What do you think dad will say? He already doesn't like that I'm dating Draco......"

You gave him the look.

He sighed.

"I'm just worried, Y/n..... It's taking dad a lot of time to deal with the fact that I'm dating a Slytherin. Sometimes, I'm worried he doesn't love me anymore." Harry admitted.

You take your arms and wrap them around the younger Potter.

"Our houses are nothing more than a silly way to say who you have classes with. It's just a system of segregation. While it is perfectly OK to be proud of your house, it doesn't define you. You are not Gryffindor. You are Harry James Potter. Your boyfriend and my girlfriend aren't Slytherin and Slytherin. They are Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. If dad can't accept we are going to love who we love, he can go fuck Zack and make Zames happen for all I care. Plus pugs are adorable......."

Little did the siblings know James was listening the whole time.

Because we all know he's THAT parent.

He eventually sighed, knowing his oldest was right. He was a grown ass adult who had to man up.

'Welp. Better go get some fire whisky. Gotta get confidence from somewhere.' He thought, walking into the kitchen.

'And why is Zames even a thing now?'

Sirius
You were on a couch in Grimmauld place, laying down because meep.

You had a newspaper infront of your eyes to block out the bright-ish light in the room. Said light was made possible after minor renovations.

Then said newspaper was off your eyes and magically hitting your head.

After ten minutes and then finally remembering you had a wand, you cast a spell to make it stop.

The witch you call your wife crossed her arms at you.

(Not insulting her, she's an actual witch.)

She meant business.

"Hi Hermione, baby. How was my favorite Minister for magic today?" You got up and hugged her from behind. Trying to stay out of whatever trouble you had gotten into that you didn't know about.

She glared at you then laughed, pushing you onto the couch then sat next to you.

"So why did I get hit with a newspaper? Did I blow something up or something?"

"Nope." Hermione rested her head on your shoulder.

"Just because?"

"Maybe."

"Kiss?"

She kissed your cheek.

"YAAAAYYY! I GOT A GIRL TO KISS MEEEEE!"

Hermione sighed and shook her head. A small smile on her face.

"We have been married for 5 years with 2 kids... and you still get excited by a kiss on the cheek?"

"Yes!"

Remus
Luna was in the large garden behind the house. The garden was made so she could study and care for magical beasts when she couldn't travel to the creature's original place of origin.

The name 'Luna Lovegood' was synonymous to a great scholar, magi-zoologist, and business woman/philanthropist. You were responsible for sketches and photos. As well as handling the plant life.

You love how she can see the best in every creature and love them all. The passion in everything she does inspires you without fail every day.

You started dating when she was 24 and had been together for 3 years. Every day she was more perfect than the last in your eyes.

Your garden together was your slice of heaven you two shared.

It was a mid summer afternoon. She was feeding the animals while you were sweating nervously with a small box in your pocket.

In your hands were a picnic basket and an old blanket. You approached Luna as soon as she was finished with the last animal she needed to tend to for the day. She turned to you while taking off the gloves she wore when handling the beasts in her care.

"H-Hi my dear, how would you like to have lunch in the garden today?" You stuttered.

Luna gave a small smile.

"Sounds wonderful, sweetheart."

You set up everything quickly with your nervousness. Once you were sitting down next to Luna on the blanket, you took a bouquet of flowers you had placed nearby to give to her.

The bouquet was made up of shepherds' purse, aster, balloon flowers, balsam, white camellia, red chrysanthemums, and more.

Basically you bought a book on flower language and then bought all flowers that meant love.

Luna took the flowers and thanked you. She conjured a vase with water and put the flowers in it.

For the next couple of hours you talked, ate, drank, and cuddled up on the blanket. Enjoying each other's company.

When the sun started to set, you got one knee and took the small box out of your pocket.

"Luna, my love, will you marry me?"

You two kiss. Ready to start your future together. Wanting it because one apart didn't seem worth living.

Omfg this took me 3 fucking years.
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