6 Works by IvoryNvy
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When Dr. Spencer Reid walks into the BAU on his first day, Aaron Hotchner expects a genius profiler, not the brilliant, awkward young man who quickly turns his carefully ordered world upside down.
Or, rather, turns it right side up again.
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Charlie raised a brow. “That bad?”
“Depends,” she said, already stepping back toward the garden. “Come see for yourself.”
Charlie followed, stretching out sore muscles as he walked. The weight of travel was still on him, the exhaustion of long-distance Apparition clinging like smoke. He wasn’t expecting to see anyone besides his usual crowd of siblings and whatever poor soul had gotten roped into a Weasley summer. But when he stepped into the backyard, his feet stilled.
There, in the grass, was Harry Potter.
Not the Harry Potter, not the legend, not the boy he’d seen in newspapers and stories. Just… Harry. Sitting cross-legged in the sun, barefoot, head tilted back, talking with Ron and Hermione while absently scratching his fingers through the grass.
And Charlie felt something tighten in his chest.
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"You're staring," Abraxas Malfoy muttered beside him, voice low so as not to be overheard. "And so is Riddle."
Orion hummed noncommittally. He wasn’t the only one staring—half the common room had their eyes on Hadrian, who seemed utterly unbothered by the attention.
"Where did you say you transferred from again?" one of the older Slytherins, a seventh-year named Avery, asked from the couch.
Hadrian lifted his gaze lazily, his green eyes sharp despite his relaxed posture. "Didn’t."
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Cho shook her head with a fond, exasperated smile. "So? What now?"
Cedric exhaled. His pulse roared in his ears.
Because he already knew the answer.
He had to fix this.
"I need to go find Harry."
Cho grinned. "Good. Want company?"
Cedric let out a breathless laugh.
And this time—for the first time in days—his heart felt a little lighter.
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Fred rolled up his sleeve with a kind of reverence he didn’t quite understand, pulse hammering against his ribs. Across his skin, fresh ink-dark lines had bloomed, curling into an intricate cluster of chrysanthemums and edelweiss, delicate but vivid. George, cursing under his breath, yanked up his own sleeve. His mark mirrored Fred’s in style, but instead of chrysanthemums, marigolds were woven between the same soft-edged edelweiss.
And at the center of both designs, unmistakable even in their fresh inked starkness—
H.J.P.
A sharp inhale came from their side of the table.
“That’s—” Verity started, eyes darting between the both of them, then down the table.
Fred and George didn’t need to look to know exactly where their gazes would land.
Harry James Potter.
Oblivious, Harry finally stabbed a piece of treacle tart with his fork, frowning at whatever had been occupying his thoughts moments before.
Fred turned to George. George turned to Fred.
Well.
Shit.
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Harry Potter has enough to worry about with the Triwizard Tournament trying to kill him—he doesn’t need two very determined boys fighting for his attention on top of it.
Cedric Diggory is charming, patient, and ridiculously perfect, with half of Hufflepuff acting as his personal matchmaking squad. Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, is jealous, dramatic, and actively sabotaging anyone who gets too close to Harry.
The problem? Harry has no idea any of this is happening.
Between near-death experiences, Yule Ball disasters, and an alarming amount of accidental flirting, Harry is somehow supposed to figure out what he wants—before Draco explodes or Cedric woos him into submission.