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[drcomttheo]

FOUR HORSEMEN x YN

summary: You all play Never Have I Ever. warnings: Angst words: 1437 a/n: Devils Night Oneshots—ML

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳

There was a party to celebrate Thunder Bay's win in basketball against Falcon’s Well. Everyone gathered in the catacombs, all ready to drink the night away, probably playing some drinking game.

As you moved your way over to a crowded corner with everyone else, Will's lips curled into a smile, a fleeting moment of warmth before he deftly shifted the conversation to a different topic.

"Hey, Y/N, we're about to start a game. Would you like to join us?" Will inquired, his voice warm yet somehow distant.

You paused, your thoughts swirling as you cast a fleeting glance at Michael to see if he was going to join; his gaze didn't meet yours; instead, it was fixed on the wall behind you.

"Yeah, sure, what kind of game?" You said, leaning against a wall with your drink cradled in your hand as you gracefully approached the cluster of people that now began to huddle on the ground, forming a small circle.

It felt a little middle school but you obliged nonetheless.

"Well, we don't really know, but I was thinking, what if we played 'Never Have I Ever'?" Will proposed the idea, to which a chorus of enthusiastic nods from the others responded.

That game was the perfect game to get drama started and most definitely going to get everyone to spill their juicy secrets.

"Oh, the hottest boy/girl in school, I'm sure you did some bits," Misha Lare remarked, his voice dripping with slight self-importance.

You gave him a sharp look, your eyes narrowing with a mix of irritation and challenge at his suggestive comment.

"What do you mean by that?" You inquired, your lips curling around the rim of your glass as you savored a sip of your drink.

Just as you asked, the atmosphere thickened, and each gaze locked in expectation.

"I mean, you could certainly get anyone you want at Thunder Bay Prep…” It was silent for a moment, and then he continued, “I just am saying you must have some story to tell," Misha stated, his gaze drifting toward Michael, who now lingered just behind you, as he maintained a cautious distance.

You rolled your eyes and shrugged nonchalantly as you downed the last of your drink, the cup crumpling in your grip before you effortlessly tossed it into a trash can, a small act of annoyance.

The air crackled with awkward stillness for a moment until Kai began to speak.

"Well, come on, let's get this game going then," you stated, settling into a comfortable position as Kai started to outline the rules.

"So, here's the deal," Kai began, acting as if no one had played the simple game before, along with a mischievous glint in his eye as he set two bottles of dark rum down in the center of the circle. "You say something that you have never done before, and if anyone else has done the same, they must take a shot, okay? So, who wants to start?" Kai inquired, his gaze sweeping over the small gathered crowd.

With a spark of excitement in his eyes, Will embraced the chance to launch the game into motion.

"I've done a lot of things," he mused, his voice trailing off as he paused to gather the swirling thoughts in his mind.

"But I suppose never have I ever... actually made an 'A' on an assignment," Will remarked, his voice laced with a hint of playful defiance as he scanned the room, catching the wide-eyed disbelief and barely contained laughter dancing across the faces of his friends.

"That was so dumb. Please, never go again," Kai remarked with a lighthearted chuckle, shaking his head at the sheer absurdity of the situation.

Yet, among the laughter, a collective sip resonated through the air, leaving two drinks untouched: those of you and Michael, standing apart from the revelry around them.

"Nerds," a random person sneered, their voice dripping with disdain, as laughter erupted from a few corners of the room, echoing like a chorus of mockery.

Just as the awkward tension began to thicken, Kai stepped in, breaking the moment with his usual charm.

"Alright, everyone, take note of that as a prime example of what not to do," Kai chuckled, playfully delivering a light punch to Will's shoulder.

"That was utterly disappointing, my friend, so I'll go.

“Never have I ever fucked more than eight times in a single day."

A profound silence enveloped the stone-walled room, an electric tension crackling in the air, as if the very walls held their breath in anticipation. You knew that at least one person had done that aside from yourself, not together, of course but you knew he had…

Every gaze darted around the room, eagerly seeking the faintest sign of someone bold enough to lift a glass to their lips.

With a shared glance that spoke volumes, you and Michael raise your glasses, the delicate clink echoing in the air, surprise coursing through both of you.

Alex's Glass remained unwaveringly by her side, which was odd considering you figured it would have been Michael and Alex; you thought he would have chosen her, but her glass did not move so you began to get jealous as you thought about all the other options he could have chosen.

You could see a visible shift in Michael's demeanor; you could tell he was annoyed.

You scoffed in disbelief, etched across your features, as you shook your head, caught between Alex and Michael.

"So it's a no for Alex but a yes for Michael? The math doesn't add up. Oh, and Y/N… But are you two?" Kai leaned closer towards him, referencing him and Alex, his gaze intense, as his curiosity gnawed at him, urging Michael to uncover the truth.

Michael released a haughty exhale, his demeanor dripping with disdain.

"No… We aren’t; we’ve been there and done that. I'd never—" he spat and paused, silencing his own words as he lifted the glass for another shot. "And Y/L/N and I have never, if that's what you are also wanting to know, Kai." Michael glanced sideways at you and you looked away, trying to hide your emotions.

It was as if he thought sleeping with you was the worst possible thing; you tried not to show any flicker of emotion that might betray your thoughts.

Just then Erika came over and let out a frustrated sigh, her eyes rolling dramatically as she settled down into his lap.

“It was me,” she said with a playful glint in her eye and playfully tousled Michael's hair.

Michael responded with a slight smile and then he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her cheek before scanning his eyes at you.

No one could ever quite unravel the tangled web that existed between Erika and Michael, not even Kai, who Michael considered his closest friend; it was a mystery that left everyone guessing, but the warmth of the alcohol coursing through your veins allowed you to feel a sudden surge of courage, emboldening you to confront the uncharted territory of their relationship as you asked the next question.

"So, Rika, are you two?" You inquired, your fingers dancing gracefully between the two, a silent conversation unfolding in the air around them.

Michael and Rika shared a glance, their lips curving into soft smiles that danced between them like a secret only they understood.

"Sure," she answered with a playful smile.

A collective gasp echoed through the room, a silent acknowledgment of the undeniable truth that hung in the air and you and Michael both winced unnoticed.

You felt the weight of the moment, your curiosity igniting as you prepared to pose your next question, eager to deepen the charged atmosphere between everyone.

"Never have I wanted to date anyone besides the person you are with now… In this room," you said with a playful shine in your eye.

You held your breath, praying that your façade remained unbroken and that no one would see through the carefully crafted illusion you created around yourself.

Will chuckled softly, his head bowing slightly as he reveled in the amusement you brought him.

Alex, Will, Kai, Erika, Damon, and nearly everyone else in the room raised their glasses, taking a sip, all except for Michael, who remained still, causing you to feel a subtle pang of hurt wash over you as your gaze fell upon the untouched glass resting by his side.

You felt hurt and jealous.

"Not the answer you wanted, Y/L/N." Erika said as she scooted closer to Michael and began to kiss him.

[drcomttheo]

Inordinate Love

Inordinate Love—ML

OCTOBER:

"Because I will love you until I die and even longer still."

Hermione:

I quickly walk into the great hall, my hair following behind as my curls blow in the breeze my feet are making. I'm frustrated, to say the least, but I don't know if it is with myself or with him. I glance around the hall, finding the two familiar boys sitting at a table. I immediately make my way over.

Sitting on the bench, swinging my legs under the table abruptly while my books get slammed down in front of me. Ron immediately starts an argument while getting up.

"Ron! Stop, don't walk away from me!" I say, getting to my feet to follow him.

“Save it, Hermione; I'm not going to watch you die for him..."

“Ron. That's—I'm..." I was so furious I couldn't even come up with something to say.

He took that as leverage to quickly leave the great hall.

“Leave him, Mione. He will come back. He always does..." Harry implies, as he stands next to me upset, watching one of his best friends leave the Great Hall. It was upsetting, Harry, to see the only family he had arguing with one another, and I can see it affecting him.

"For once,” he started. "I believe he is right. I love you, but I can't watch him hurt you, Mione."

And before I could even respond, he was gone too. As I am left there alone, I see a beautiful owl coming towards me, an owl I have seen once before. It was his owl.

Draco:

"Granger, meet me at the astronomy now!"

I began to write in sloppy cursive, but this time it isn't out of spite to my father.

This time it's sloppy because my hands are shaking and I can't get a steady grip on the quill.

I don't want to do this anymore.

As I finished writing the letter, folding it into a small piece, and handing it off to my owl, I began to feel a jarring pain in my forearm, and I knew it was time for me to go.

I swiftly make my way to the astronomy tower with my wand in hand. I'm greeted by my aunt and some other Death Eater faces I hadn't recognized.

Hermione:

I rushed to the astronomy tower, excited for what he could possibly need. I hadn't seen him since last night; this morning I woke up, and he was gone.

We both loved that spot.

The stars—he loved the stars.

As I make my way up the spiraling staircase, I start to feel as if something is wrong. I heard unfamiliar voices that I hadn't heard before.

"Draco?" I was saying it almost in a whisper.

As I round the corner, my heart drops.

There he was on his knees in front of me. His head is down, and his arms are being held behind his back by a Death Eater. 

One I knew and had seen many times on many different occasions. Her face is posted on just about every wall in Hogsmeade. Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Ahh, hello, pretty. Nice of you to finally show up. Grab her!" The Death Eater spoke. Before I could get any words out in a reaction, I was being grabbed and held down too. I hadn't known the reasoning. More thoughts start to penetrate my mind; I push them away.

I was being held down by the beautiful witch with the raven black hair, much like her sister's, except she had a hidden blonde streak that peeked through her hair when it was put behind her ears. You would have never thought that they were sisters.

They shared the same DNA, yet one was much more deranged than the other.

Draco was being forced to his feet.

His eyes are not meeting mine; instead, they are still focused on the ground. I wish so badly to run over there and hug him, tell him everything will be okay, but I can't, and I know it probably won't be.

Mum always used to say, "When you feel that feeling in your gut, you are doing something wrong."

"Well, well, no time to waste! Come on, Draco, do it." Bellatrix was whispering closely in his ear. "Kill her..." She continued.

He didn't move. His eyes are fixated on the cracks in the ground.

My heart sank.

Kill me?

What did I do?

Silly. I felt silly.

Was that his plan to get close to me and kill me?

My mind was swimming with thoughts.

"Draco. Do it." Lucius interrupted them and added.

Draco then moved his eyes to his dad and then to me. His eyes were dark and cold.

“What did they do to you?" I began to mouth while looking at him, my eyes pleading and begging for an explanation as they began to fill up with tears.

"I can't," The innocent boy says back, failing to meet my gaze once more.

Bellatrix steps back, letting him go and knocking him onto the ground. She then whispers something that I can only imagine is sinister. I can hear the quiet chatter of their voices, but I can't make anything out.

“Crucio!" The evil blackhead witch shouted happily as she let out a maniacal laugh.

“No! Stop! Please don't hurt him!" I insisted.

“Okay, Bella, I think that is enough." The older version of Draco spoke.

I needed answers! I do not understand.

I begin to struggle and try to wiggle out of the grip of his mother, but I can't; I couldn't see her, but I could hear her. I could hear her sniffles and her gasps that she would release every so often. I cannot help but feel, though she was only doing this because she had to.

She did not want to do this.

She hated this just as much as I did.

"I think I deserve an explanation! Please." I exclaim, and I watch as both Bellatrix and Lucius look at each other. "Draco has to kill you...”

What?

“...the Dark Lord has ordered it, so he must follow through. I am very sorry, young lady; you seemed as though you had such a bright future ahead."

Draco has to kill me?

The Dark Lord wants him to kill me?

They answered my question, but I feel as though I have a million more.

Draco:

I see her and I am broken.

I know what I have to do, and I know how I have to do it. But I will not; I cannot. I knew what I was getting into when I made the promise in the first place. I would take my life for hers.

I didn't know what they would do with her after it was done, but at least I wouldn't have to do it. I was selfish. I should have never accepted, but it's too far gone now. I broke a vow—an unbreakable vow. It was done.

Hermione:

Then that damned pair of familiar storm gray eyes met brown once more, but this time it was different.

This time instead of seeing his eyes light up like they usually did when he looked at me, they faded, and then his beautiful eyes closed for the final time.

My knees were weak.

My breathing hitched.

My chest was heavy.

My heart was shattered.

And I collapsed.

I fell to the ground, not realizing there was shouting and more spells being thrown right in front of me.

I feel someone with a gentle touch slide their hand on my back and kneel down to me.

"Granger? Granger. I need you to take this..." The person was whispering with a soft voice and secretly sliding a note into my hand. I looked up for just a second to see who it was that was being surprisingly calm, and then I saw, and it was his mother.

His mother.

My heart would have shattered more, but I am afraid I ran out of fragments to destroy. I couldn't possibly imagine what she was feeling.

"Take that..." She said as she nodded to the note, and I took it and slid it into my pocket. "Take it and read it; he loved you..." She was beginning to cry now. "He loves..." She shakes her head slightly. "He loves you so much; I am so sorry."

She was apologizing to me?

She would have continued, but people started to yell louder,, and the spells being blasted were getting closer and closer, and before I knew it, I was twisted and wrapped until I landed on the floor of the Gryffindor common room.

"Hermione!" I heard a voice shout but couldn't make out who it was because I was still hearing the sound of the witch's wand casting and my sight was blinded by the green light that was emitted.

It was just replaying over and over again.

On a loop.

I keep seeing it.

Him falling to the ground, his eyes fading from that beautiful blue color, the blue that was most like the ocean, the eyes you can't forget, the ones you can't stop thinking about, and how they closed for the last time with fright and worry that masked the blue color.

The stranger was now touching my shoulders and kneeling beside me.

“Hermione, what is happening? What's wrong?" I looked up and saw it was the genuine brown-haired boy. I can't find the right words to say, so I just look at him, and I can see that he knows.

I feel him wrapping his arms around me and holding me. I can't help but let out every emotion I have been feeling over the past hour, pouring out of me.

I am broken.

"He's... he's gone, Harry,” I say as I bury my head into his chest. He was gone, and he wasn't coming back.

I feel Harry tense up and breathe in to say something, but he just sighed instead.

I pull away and stand up quickly, wiping the imaginary "dirt" that stood as bad memories in my head. As I am running my hands down my pants, I hear the crinkling of paper.

The note.

His note.

I take it out of my pocket and just stare at it, not having the courage to open it. I look at Harry and then at the note.

Harry gives me a nodded response to open it, so I do.

As I am unfolding the paper, I notice several tear splotches; the paper is laced with that damned cologne. I can't help but smile at the smell as I am opening the note to read it, and before I do, I take a deep breath.

Dear Hermione,

It's Draco. Draco Malfoy. President of the Book Club, Master Toast Maker, Professional Dancer, your exceptional boyfriend... and most importantly, someone who loves you more than life. I apologize for the messy handwriting. My father always made sure it was perfect. But you were the only one I felt I could slip up with. I never had to pretend to be perfect around you because I always knew no matter what... you'd think I was anyway. Despite it all. But you're the perfect one. And I don't know how you can't see that. I need to tell you something. Two somethings, actually.

I stumble towards the couch, grasping for the arm of it to catch my balance, and as I take a seat, I continue to read.

First and foremost, I want you to know that I knew my fate from the beginning. I knew I was going to die. It was me or you. You really think I wouldn't lasso the stars for you? So, I went. I couldn't tell you. You were so happy. I love seeing you happy. You never seem to stop smiling, and it's like there's this glow around you that illuminates even the darkest days. Then again, that seems to be your thing, hm? Lighting up my dark. Secondly, I actually hate the library. Saw that one coming, I bet. My mother and I were never in a "book club," and the library at the manor is, in fact, enormous. The truth is... I went to the library so I could see you. See the way your nose scrunches up when you read and the expressions you make. I always loved to guess what you were reading based on your expressions. Whether it was happy, sad, or romantic. I just wanted to discover you. Everything about you. So, remember me when you're reading Romeo and Juliet. In your favorite red chair, or at that table... you know the one. And, as you read the pages I know are invitingly familiar, remember that all the best love stories end in tragedy. I'm sorry that ours had to end the same, but I will be forever grateful for the acts we've experienced together before the final curtain. You've always been my last thought before I drift off to sleep and the first thing on my mind when I wake. And I know that, when I drift off for the last time, I'll think of you. And it'll be okay when I don't wake up because I wouldn't want to leave thinking of anyone else.

Remember me in everything you do, bookworm.

Your Romeo, Draco

[drcomttheo]

Inordinate Love

Inordinate Love—ML

TW: Mentions and depictions of SH.

END OF SEPTEMBER 2:

"She knew it was really sad when she stopped loving the things she loved."

Hermione's Two Weeks:

Before I knew it, two days had passed, and I did not see him. I was secretly hoping I'd run into him again so I could ask him what he had meant that day in the library, but I never saw him.

He didn't show up for breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

"Honestly, 'Mione." Ron interrupted my thoughts as we sat in the Great Hall. "This is exactly what I was talking about."

I wondered how long he'd had his ‘I told you so’ speech prepared.

I glanced in Ron's direction to shoot him a glare, but instead my eyes found his table as they had many times before. Only this time there was no familiar blond figure, only an empty place at the table.

"You honestly thought Malfoy liked you?" Ron said. "Come on, Hermione. Should've listened to us."

I glared at Ron, "Oh my God! He is missing, you daft dimbo,” I shot back. "And actually, I don't think so; I know so."

Harry just shrugged. "You should have asked him those questions before he disappeared. Maybe then you would at least have an idea as to where he is."

I scoffed. "Please, because asking Draco Malfoy if he is a Death Eater was such a great plan. What are you going to do with that information? Kill him?" My cheeks were hot at this point, and my words were becoming faster.

Honestly, what were they going to do? Ambush him on his way to class? Not bloody likely. What did they expect to get out of it anyway? A win to this war? Don't think so.

"I don't know, Hermione!" Harry said. "An understanding? A spy on the inside?”

A spy for the order could be nice.

"Well, I would, but he's missing, and I haven't seen him." I say as I look down back at my books.

“Bloody hell. Casual Malfoy. You were just another victim, Hermione." Ron said, beginning to start another speech.

~~~

Two days passed, and I began to worry.

Then five days. I began to realize that he was gone.

He was really gone.

I thought, prayed, that I had simply dreamt it up. But, no. 

There I was, sitting in the library alone, waiting to be nagged by the blond boy with the brooding, stormy gray eyes. Instead, I was met with words on cracked pages, blurred from the tears that filled my eyes. I just wanted to know if he was okay. It has been almost a week now.

No owl, no note.

Nothing.

I didn't even have the slightest idea where he could be. I figured he could be home, but he hated it there. Maybe his mother needed help.

Stop stressing Granger.

Hopefully he was there, and that would be the safest place for him. Right? Don't be so silly; of course not! He was the son of a former prisoner of Azkaban and Death Eater; his family is known for being the most prestigious family and loyal follower of You-Know-Who.

He just couldn't be okay if he was home.

I just hoped he was.

End of week one.

I was fine.

Not happy, necessarily... but fine.

It was Monday, one week since I had last seen him.

Heard him.

Felt him.

Classes used to be something I loved and looked forward to; now I just can't focus. The things I had once enjoyed only keep me distracted now.

When he left, it was like a light had gone out inside me that I had no idea was even on.

Draco Malfoy was something I never knew I needed. And now that he is gone, I am stuck trying to navigate in the dark.

Maybe I'm overreacting. Harry and Ron were trying. Trying that is. But they weren't Draco. I appreciate it, but do you know the worst feeling? It's not knowing whether I should wait or give up.

If I gave up, I could finally make Ron happy; maybe I should? If I waited, I could end up just making myself miserable.

End of week two.

"Bloody hell,” Ron said softly. "Check it out. Malfoy's back."

I didn't want to look. But I did, and when I did, I saw barely a remnant of the boy I knew. He looks like Draco, but doesn't look like my Draco.

He was a tall, blonde boy with sharp features and stormy gray eyes. But the boy from before was replaced with a new one, one with a bruised face, cut arms, and dark circles under his eyes.

What happened to him?

Who did this to him?

Of course I was excited to see him, but did he want to see me? I guess I didn't care because before I could even think about what I was doing,

"Hermione, come back. Where are you going?" A familiar voice was saying, but I was already running. I was already to him, and my hands were reaching out to him, and I was speaking, "Who did this to you?" And he was looking at me but not really listening. His eyes weren't meeting mine, and they were dull and unfocused.

“I told you to stay away from me." He said. "I'm not good for you, Hermione."

Hermione.

That was the first time he'd ever called me by my name. But, in my small moment of shock, I realized Draco had turned and was walking away. I quickly ran after him. "Stop that! Don't say that; do you know how dumb you sound? I'm not going anywhere."

He stopped, turning to face me, his eyes widening and a small smile creeping across his face.

"Granger," he said, "You know... sometimes I love that you're so stubborn." I straightened indignantly.

“Now, if you don't mind..." I said, gesturing to the unmistakable bruises peeking out from under his sleeve. I could tell there were more, too. "Tell me who did this to you."

Draco's face fell, and his face turned even paler, if that were even possible. He looked like he was going to be sick.

"My father..." he said slowly, "he... he gets... angry. He doesn't know what to do about it, so he... uses me as his," his fists clenched, "personal punching bag."

I frown slightly. "You can't let him do that to you, Malfoy!"

"Don't you think I tried to stop it?" He begins to angrily pace in circles with his fist clenched by his side. "I'm sorry—it's just—"

"I know." I said while I was stepping closer, placing my hands resting lightly on his chest in a comforting notion. "I know." He stopped and looked at me.

“But Granger, that's—that's not all." He was saying as he was pulling away from me and dropping his gaze to the floor. I looked at him, putting my face in front of his eyes so his attention would shift to me.

"What is it?" I looked at him with sincere concern. I was begging and pleading. I wanted him to open up to me.

I failed.

"Nothing, Granger." He pulled away again and looked at me with the deepest hurt in his eyes.

"No! I am not doing this anymore. No secrets; you tell me what is going on right now; I didn't see you for weeks! Don't you understand how worried I've been?" I demanded as he was pulling me into a small broom closet.

“I had no choice."

"No choice for—" My eyes widened as I knew what he was talking about.

He has the mark.

I reach for his arm and quickly roll up his sleeves. I was right, and there I was, staring at a puffy, dark mark.

He was rejecting it.

"Draco... You can't do this to yourself." I say, running my fingers along his swollen mark with three deep vertical scratches on it. He was wincing and avoiding eye contact with me.

"Please. Don't do this to yourself." I cast a quick spell to ease the pain over his arm, and he looks down at me.

“How do you see the good in me?" He asked genuinely, wondering.

“Because I know who you really are."

~~~

He started sitting with us.

Harry didn't mind, but I only think he didn't mind because I was happy.

Ron, however, hated the idea of him sitting at our table. But I only think he hated the idea because he hated Malfoy.

They had many small, civil conversations, never about anything important, but it was progress.

“I'll see you tonight, Granger..." Draco nods and takes my hand to kiss it. "...At seven." He smiled at me and began to walk away out of the great hall.

"Hermione Honestly, you still think a bloke like Malfoy likes you? He is using you!" Ron said again, right back into his normal self just as Malfoy left the table.

I was becoming red and flustered. I know Ron likes me, but this is becoming too much. The words he is saying are getting more intense, and Harry is just watching it all happen.

“Ron! Get over it. I don't. like. you. And I am sorry that hurts your feelings, but it is how I feel, and he makes me happy!"

“Oh really? Remember a couple of days ago when you were crying over him in the common room because he is an ignorant ass?"

I don't even acknowledge his comment; I just get to my feet. "Some friends! Both of you." I say as I feel the anger overwhelming me, but instead of acting upon it, I quickly go to my dorm to drop off my books and change clothes.

Trying to calm myself before I head to my date with Draco, but I still had Ron's comments in my head... 'He's using you!' 

~~~

"Granger, what's wrong?" Draco says, and I shake my head.

"Nothing, just the boys again...”

"Well, I hope to make it better." He grabbed my hand and gave me a quick spin.

"Beautiful as always,” he continued. "Now are you ready to see what our date has in store?" I nod excitedly in response.

He was reaching in his pocket and pulling out a tie. I give him a look of 'Um, what?’ and he laughs.

"Not like that, Granger." He said with a wink as he was putting the tie over my eyes.

~~~

"Do you know where we are?" Draco asked while looking at me. A smile appears on my face. Of course I know where we are.

The bookshop, my bookshop. The one I told him about briefly.

"How did you—" I asked him with a questionable look on my face. "Mum and my bookshop!" I was so overwhelmed, but it was a good feeling. I felt my face begin to light up.

"You'll find staying with me has its perks," he nodded.

"Staying with you?" Staying with him sounds nice.

"I'll stay with you as long as you let me." I smiled, unsure whether that was the right thing to say.

“Then you'll be staying with me for a while, Ms. Granger." He says as he smiles and puts the glass on his lips.

"You can call me Hermione, you know." He only called me Hermione once before, but not with the right words around it.

Please call me Hermione.

"Then you can call me Draco, Hermione." I'm trying to hide the expression on my face, but I feel as though I am failing terribly, and I was right.

“You are blushing, Hermione." I roll my eyes in response.

"So what's with the date anyway?" I say excitedly.

“I can't take my girlfriend out on a date?" I shoot him a very confused look and take a deep breath.

Girlfriend?

He quite literally just started calling me Hermione.

"Girlfriend?" I wasn't opposed to the idea; don't get me wrong, but he never mentioned anything about it.

"Is there a problem with that, Gra—Hermione?"

No, of course not. I can't help but feel a little unsettled about it.

"No, you just... you never asked, so I was just a bit taken aback, that was all." I say as he was placing a small box in my hand.

"Well, Hermione Granger... Will you be my girlfriend?"

I decided I would let him get nervous for a second or two, so I gave him a pointed look. After about ten seconds of very awkward silence, he speaks... "I—uh, it's okay, I didn't—" I make my way closer to him, holding the small box in my hand, while I smile up at him.

“Of course I will be Romeo! Now what is in the box?" I jumped excitedly, and his face turned into the brightest smile; he was so cute. He deserved to smile.

“Well, open it and see, love." I open the small velvet box and see that inside is a beautiful gold necklace with a diamond 'M' on it for Malfoy, I assume.

It wasn't flashy or obnoxious; it was subtle, and it was him.

“It's beautiful..." I begin, as I start to take the necklace out of the box. “Help me put it on, Mister Malfoy."

And so he did.

"I love it." I say as I look down at the chain around my neck, admiring it.

He stepped in front of me and lifted my chin up with his fingers. He began kissing me harder than I could comprehend; the location of where we started and where we are now is changing, and I haven't noticed where we are because I am just focusing on him.

Between the kisses, I try to catch my breath, and the next thing I know, I am on his bed with him.

There was a beautiful blonde boy on top of me, doing things I had only dreamed of.

~~~

"You have a very lovely room, Malfoy." I say, and I can't help but smile as I am walking around his room. He has many pictures from his childhood. "You were also a very cute kid." I observe as I am picking up a small picture with a young Malfoy in it.

It seems like it was one of those photos that rich people get taken for their yearly family portrait.

“Thank you,” he says back with a soft chuckle and head shake. I place the picture back in its spot, slowly making my way around his room until I find something familiar to me.

“Why do you have a Venomous Tentacula in your room?" I question as I make sure just to pick up the pot holding the small version of a really big plant.

A Tentacula was spiky and red in color, and aside from the fact that I am deathly allergic to it, it is a toothsome plant with mobile vines that try to grab its prey. It has many different purposes, as it also has many different properties.

"I think it's pretty, and I believe people tend to see all the bad in things and never really see the beauty in it." He smiled at his own comment as he was slowly walking towards me.

Now that I looked around, I noticed he had many plants around his room; they were not big or overwhelming. Just the right amount to suggest maybe he should have been a Hufflepuff.

I giggle to myself, hoping he can't read my mind because if he did, he would kill me for that comment. I set the plant back down gently where I got it.

"I am allergic to those, you know. During a research project on deadly plants in my fifth-year herbology class, I accidentally cut my finger on a stinging nettle. Professor Sprout found out very fast that maybe she shouldn't be teaching with them, as I had to be rushed to the hospital wing. I was out for days. Lucky to believe, actually." I smile slightly.

"I am lucky you are alive too." He smiled at me sweetly, making his way over to me, putting both of his hands on my waist, and I met his brooding gray eyes.

"Are you done snooping now?" He asks in a joking manner.

“Maybe, perhaps, perhaps not." I say, breaking out of his grip, walking away while running my fingers along his dresser to his desk.

He looked at me with an impatient look. "Okay. Fine! I am done snooping." I fired back at him, crossing my arms and kicking one foot out.

“You better be lucky. I like you, any other girl...” He paused. “Well, first, any other girl would not have made it to my bedroom, and if they did, they wouldn't be here long enough to explore."

What was he saying?

Was he saying I was special? Was he saying I was the first girl in here?

I decided I would mess with him a little bit because I can tell how much it actually makes him happy.

"Are you saying I am special, Malfoy?" I ask, lightly spinning in a half circle.

“That is exactly what I'm saying, Granger." I was taken aback, mostly because I was expecting a sarcastic response.

He was once again approaching me, but his eyes were filled with a greater intensity of desire. Before I could react, he had lifted me and placed me on the desk, subsequently pushing me against the wall and kissing me.

~~~

We were lying in bed with the covers tangling around our bodies, and he was stroking my hair. I was drawing imaginary shapes on his chest until I felt him shift.

"Are you hungry, Granger?" I didn't feel hungry before he asked, I guess because I was only focused on him, but now that I am thinking about it, I was a bit. "I could eat something, Malfoy." I nod in response, putting emphasis on Malfoy to give him a hint that he called me Granger.

He smiles, but just a bit. "Well, come on, Hermione,” he said, shaking his head with a cheeky smile. “I'll cook you the best meal ever."

He cooks? Surely not.

He has house elves. I doubt he's ever stepped foot in a kitchen, let alone his own, and it's far less likely he cooked in it!

"Draco Malfoy, the chef," I was saying as I was dangling my feet from the counter. "I didn't know about that one."

He was close to me now.

“There are a lot of things you don't know about me, bookworm." There he goes again with that damned nickname. I feel my face heat up at the sound of it.

"What would you like to eat? Toast?" He laughs. "That's really about all I can make."

I knew it.

"A chef who can only make toast?" I say, questioning him for a moment.

“What can I say? I stick to the finer things in life,” he answers. "Well... then it better be some damn good toast."

"Oh, just you wait, Miss Granger. Best toast you've seen in all your years." He was saying as he was putting the toast into a toaster, which was making me laugh a bit seeing him struggle with the "muggle" technology.

He could simply use one wave of a wand, but maybe he's trying to connect with my muggle roots. I shake my head and let out a small laugh.

"Are you laughing at me?" He turned around with a slight look of defeat.

"No," I said, following it with a small giggle. He gave me a pointed look. "Fine, but it's just a little funny." I was trying to hold back a grin, but I failed.

~~~

I know I was gone for only a few days, but the boys were happy I was back. It’s like they are incapable of doing anything independently.

They are asking me for every detail of my weekend away with the so-to-speak “sworn enemy,” and blah, blah, blah. I know they didn't care, but at least they were pretending like they did.

The first class that day was Charms, and it consisted of Harry and Ron looking over to me for all the notes. Professor Flitwick announced that we had a practice NEWT exam that was going to be on Friday.

Both of the boys had looked to me to help them study, but I told them that they can't possibly learn anything if I did it all for them! But they kept nagging, so just to shut them up, I said that I would make them a study guide with all the answers.

I was already planning on going to the library for some personal pleasure reading, but now I actually had to go. I had to study for Charms.

Thankfully, I had a free period next. I get up quickly and walk out of class, and as I am making my way to the library, I feel a strong push and before I know it, I am in between a wall and Draco.

"Hello, beautiful,” he said with a smile and a quick kiss on my cheek.

"Hello to you, too handsome," I replied with a giggle as I was pushing him off of me so I could continue my walk to the library, but he was persistent.

He grabbed my hand just before I could walk away.

"I didn't say you could leave, did I?" He crashed his lips into mine, but I was pulling away.

“Draco, if I fail this test because of you, I am going to..." I started.

"What? What are you going to do, Hermione? Kill me?" Draco interrupted me, laughing.

“What? No... but I will be very upset!" I say as I am quickly walking to the library, him following close behind me. "Here we go again with separation anxiety!" I turn around to catch a quick glimpse of him, making sure to give a cheeky smile as I run off towards the library.

As I enter the library, I instantly grab the books that are needed for my classes tomorrow and a couple of other random books that my mom had told me about. With the books in my grasp, I make my way over to my favorite chair in the corner.

“Come on, Hermione, I don't want to spend my day in the library,” Draco says as he shoots me a pointed look.

“I like it here!" I express sitting down in the chair and opening the book.

"Can't we just..." He was crouching in front of me and slowly moving his hand down my thigh. I began to blush.

“Draco Malfoy!" I say in a whisper, "We are in the library!"

“Oh, come on, we've done this here before." He was starting to say as he was moving his hand down further, looking at me smirking.

I felt my cheeks heating up, and my body became flustered.

Merlin.

He was hot, and I knew that he was, and I knew what I wanted.

“Not here!" I whisper softly as I get to my feet and rush out of the library. I decided to hide behind the exit door to the library, quietly waiting for him to come around the corner to scare him.

Before I knew it, he came out of the other door, so instead he scared me.

"Boo!" He said as he was wrapping his hands around my waist, I gave a slight jump. "Hey! Not fair!" I pout playfully, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek that suddenly escalates into a passionate battle of dominance.

He pulls away after a while and picks me up, cradling me in his arms, and swiftly carries me to his dorm.

As we entered his dorm, he placed me on the ground. I was now on my tiptoes, still kissing him.

He was pushing me towards the bed, not breaking the kiss and shutting the door with his foot.

"Oh fuck it." He mumbled in between kisses while picking me up and slamming me onto his bed and got right into what his mind so desired.

~~~

"Draco!" I say quickly, looking at the time.

“Merlin, I am going to be late for potions. Snape is going to kill me." He was laughing at me.

“Calm down,” he said, getting to his feet and laughing. I get up and push him back onto the bed.

"Never tell a girl to calm down, you prat." I was utterly serious. I don't think I was ever late to a class in my life, let alone Professor Snape’s.

I was putting on my uniform and robes as he was doing the same.

As I put on my tie, I grab my things and shuffle out of his dorm. I heard him shout something behind me, but I was already gone.

"Late." Snape was calling out as I walked into potions.

“I know, but!" I felt an immense amount of stares, and I was very confused as to why.

Snape turned his vision from his cauldron to me.

“Five points from..." Snape started to speak as he stared at me, but he stopped himself to start another sentence. "Miss Granger, I didn't know you had such an interest in being a Slytherin." Snape was mockingly talking to me.

“I don't," I said with a confused expression. "I'm sorry I was late; it won't happen again." Then he shuffles into the classroom, and I see him wearing a red and yellow striped tie, and I see what everyone is talking about.

My face immediately turns red, and I bury my head into my parchment.

“Instead, next time wear the proper school uniform, preferably to match the house you are in; you are late, Malfoy. Take a seat."

The rest of the class was embarrassing—lots of whispers and glares from the other students.

Blaise and Theo thought it was hilarious. They were never! Ever! Going to let him live this down.

~~~

That night, Draco helped me with the study guides for myself and for the boys as well. As we finish the study guides, I begin yawning.

“Granger, it's late,” he says as he checks his watch. "Maybe we could just sleep? The rest of the night?"

~~~

Have you ever felt so involved with someone that everything else just disappears? Like gravity stops when you see them, and you are just floating timelessly together.

That's how it is with him. You see, my mum used to read me muggle fairy tales when I was younger. They are about beautiful princesses.

One story that always stuck with me was Belle; she was this beautiful brown-headed princess, much like me. Very into books.

She gets locked in a manor much like this one that I am in now and is trapped there by a beast, but soon she stops fighting for her freedom and fights for her love for the so-called beast.

She hoped that she could help him see beneath the beast; she hoped she could change him. And so she does. And he does.

That story is much like my own, and I never thought I could be or feel how they do, but then again, I never had a prince before.

I woke up, and he's gone. The bed was empty, and I'm alone again... I can't help but feel this is my fault.

He's gone again…

[drcomttheo]

heyyy, I’ve been loving your devils night series one shots. I too feel as if we need more devils night content on here and I’m a big fan of your writing! Could you maybe do a Will Grayson one? I know you’re busy working on some right now but I thought I would request my fav horseman 🖤

WILL x YN

summary: He comes back to you after years away. warnings: smut words: 2889 a/n: Devils Night Oneshots—ML

𝑩𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈

You hadn't seen Will in years; not since he left. The two of you were together nearly every day for two years, supposedly in love but then—nothing because he left.

A lot of time has passed—two years worth of time—since he left you… You hadn't known why he left, only that he did. It was an eternity devoid of words or touch. Seeing him. Feeling him.

But now he was suddenly here again. At your front door. You felt a mix of emotions as he now stood in front of you—in your home.

"Will—"

"Fuck, Y/LN," Will let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, his worries fading away as his eyes met yours and he realized you weren't in trouble—you were safe.

It was communicated to him via text message that you were going to be hurt. Even though you and he have been apart for a considerable amount of time, he is able to reassure you that you are okay, and you have never felt more overwhelmed than you do right now.

Without wasting any more time, Will rushed forward as the words spilled out of his mouth. His hands found your cheeks, cradling your face with a fierce tenderness, before he pulled you closer, capturing your lips in a passionate, urgent kiss.

He was a creature of insatiable hunger—ravenous and desperately yearning for something more—you two had been separated for too long.

You both longed for each other, a hunger that had grown excessive, and as you finally drew apart to catch your breath, you seized the moment to speak.

"Will—what are you—how could you!" As a torrent of emotion surged within you, you found yourself unable to articulate a single coherent thought. Your words tumbled out in a stammer, while your heart raced wildly, threatening to escape the confines of your chest. You missed him, but he left you, you wanted to know everything and why was he back now?

"Why—" Once more, you attempted to voice your thoughts.

"I got a text—I thought something was wrong—"

You wanted him to explain but you couldn't. You silenced him with a fervent kiss as you pressed against his lips again.

At that moment, nothing else mattered to you—he was here now.

As you kissed, your bodies intertwined seamlessly—synchronized in a dance of desire—and he craved you more than ever.

The kiss was so intense that it sent shivers down your spine, guiding you both to your couch. He positioned himself above you, his form casting a shadow that enveloped you, his hands firmly planted on both sides to support his weight while his lower body melded against you.

You broke the kiss again, your eyes locked onto his, a mixture of disbelief and wonder reflected in your gaze.

You reached up, brushed his cheek, and tilted your head to savor the moment and confirm he was there.

"I’m sorry," he murmured gently, and without a moment's hesitation, you bridged the gap between the two of you as you leaned up to press your lips against his.

The kiss lingered, soft and gentle, inviting you to surrender once more.

As your lips collided, a passionate energy ignited between you, causing the very air around you to tremble with an undeniable force that gradually enveloped the entire room.

You lifted yourself to him, moved your arms to wrap around him, and as you did, you hung tightly around his neck, holding on to him as if he were your anchor.

Don’t leave me again… You thought to yourself and then he lifted you effortlessly, pulling you from the couch.

His hands traced a path to your lower back and then to your curves as he held you aloft. With your legs encircling his waist, your lips continued to meet in an intense dance as he carried you toward the space of your bedroom.

Once you reached it, Will threw you down onto the bed with force, and your breath hitched in your throat as you tried to take a breath.

You missed this. You missed him.

Will approached you once more, his body finding its way back on top of yours, and once you released the breath that you were holding, you spoke, your voice tinged with worry.

"Where have you been?" You asked softly. "I was so worried, you left me! You don’t know how badly—"

"I would give anything to go back—I—I should have—" He whispered, his voice barely breaking the silence as he shifted on the bed, the heaviness of his words lingering in the space that separated you.

"You should have never left me, Will Grayson…” You started off with a tinge of hurt in your voice. “Everyday my mind was consumed; all I could think about was you. If you were okay… what you were doing… I haven't seen you—" You let a heavy sigh escape your lips before you continued, "Did I do something?" You asked as you gave your head a light shake.

Will listened intently, his gaze unwavering as he hovered above you, absorbing every detail—the flush of your cheeks, the furrow of your brows, the way your hair cascaded gracefully over your shoulders—and a soft smile began to appear on his lips—he missed you.

"No—it was me, Y/N. I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice a gentle balm as he let his fingers glide softly along your collarbone. "You don't need to say anything else; not right now," he whispered as his gaze wandered along your form before rising to connect with your eyes again as he leaned in closer to you.

The kiss unfolded with an urgency that spoke of fleeting moments, a fierce clash of tongues engaged in a passionate duel for dominance, as though you had been waiting for this exact moment for years.

As it progressed, the need for each of you grew stronger.

Your fingers were entwined in a gentle embrace as Will loomed over you, his body gliding gently on top of you, and you both found yourselves entranced by each other.

"Are you mad at me?" Will inquired gently, his voice barely above a whisper, as his hand began to explore your form.

You responded with a shake of your head, your face highlighted with understanding as you leaned in to kiss him again. You were mad but right now he was here.

In that moment, he took his time, carefully peeling away your layers, relishing every inch of you.

Will's hands found their way to your breast with a delicate yet assertive touch as he removed your bra.

The instant his fingers contacted your breasts, a soft whimper slipped from your lips, a sound he savored as he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth while his hands continued their gentle caress.

Your fingers glided along his back as you reached down and grabbed his shirt at the hem. You tugged at the sweater, guiding it toward his head and urging him to remove it before he could react.

Your eyes roamed over him, captivated by how his sculpted physique loomed above you.

"Don’t ever do—" You began to whisper as you drew nearer to him, but he hushed you with his words.

"I love you," he said, his voice filled with tenderness.

You smiled warmly and connected your lips once more, and that was when the temperature rose between you as your bodies pressed closer together.

Everything else in the world became irrelevant while you both crashed against one another and moved in perfect harmony.

Will's left hand glided down your body, tracing the curve of your form until it reached the hem of your jeans. With a slow and deliberate motion, he found the zipper, easing it down as his other hand gripped the headboard, anchoring himself as he leaned closer.

Will's fingers penetrated your core with a determination that matched the intensity of your kiss as the fabric of your denims loosened.

The air was thick with passion, and the only sounds that echoed in the room were the soft gasps escaping your lips, a melody of pleasure as his fingers pressed deeper, igniting a fire within you.

Will's hunger was insatiable, a fierce fire that burned within him, driving him to push you to the edge.

With every thrust of his fingers, he offered no respite, no moment to catch your breath.

After a few more deep sweeps of his fingers, he withdrew you from inside of you and pulled back to look at you...

"I missed this,” he groaned and then he placed his fingers inside his mouth to taste the remnants of you.

As he clamped his mouth shut, he held his gaze as he let his wet, hot tongue swirl around his fingers.

As he finished his task, he withdrew his fingers from his lips, eliciting a faint sound that lingered in the air, and then he locked eyes on you intensely.

"Say it back, little trouble," Will murmured, his voice low and sultry, as he loomed over you, a smirk playing on his lips.

The sight of Will above you caused you to experience a tightening within your insides, a job he left unfinished—he was teasing you as he once again trailed his hand slowly down your body.

With all the emotions still swirling inside of you, you seemed unable to articulate your thoughts, so you simply nodded your head in response.

"I—"

"Yes, my doll," Will whispered.

"Will, I need you," you gasped out while Will's lips curled into a knowing smirk as he lowered his gaze.

"Those words won't do, little trouble," Will whispered, his fingers trailing down to tease you at your entrance, yet it was still insufficient.

"Say it," Will commanded, his fingers brushing over your clit with a swift, tantalizing motion.

You arched your back, a gasp escaping your lips, leaving you breathless and momentarily speechless. Just as you began to lose yourself in the waves of pleasure, he withdrew his hand, capturing both of your wrists and pinning them above your head.

"Y/N."

"Will..."

"Why won't you say it back to me?" Will's voice sounded like a desperate whisper as he gripped your wrists above your head, his intense gaze speaking loudly.

"Maybe I wanted to see you beg," you declared, your gaze unwavering as Will's expression shifted, a whirlwind of emotions playing across his features.

"You want me to beg? Well, I will tell you, Y/N—there is no corner of this world where you could hide from me..." He pressed soft kisses along the curve of your body, each one igniting a spark that traveled through you.

"I would search endlessly, every shadow," he murmured, his lips trailing soft kisses along your body, igniting a fire within you that you never knew existed.

"And I will not rest until I convince you to love me. I am a begging man, Y/N and I—" He stood before you, your faces mere inches apart.

"I am begging," he murmured, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that made your heart flutter.

You felt a warmth rise to your cheeks, a blush creeping in as you smiled, unable to resist the pull of his earnest plea.

"I'm just terrified to say it back now... What if you leave me again…" you murmured, your gaze drifting away.

Will, sensing your turmoil, gently cupped your chin, guiding your eyes back to his, a silent plea for connection lingering in the air between you.

"I love you, Y/FULL NAME, and nothing will take that from me. I’m sorry. I was stupid. No one will take you from me anymore... I'm really sorry for leaving. I was just scared—I wanted to protect you, from me, from everything. The past two years I left to protect you and sort my shit out, but I missed you—it was agonizing and lonely. I had nothing. I am nothing without you. Your absence left a void that could not be filled… Y/N, I love you, and I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up; I just got stuck." Will declared.

You were trying to find the words, but everything just felt inadequate compared to what he just confessed.

"I love you," you said, and as soon as the words left your mouth, you gestured to him by pushing up on his upper body to indicate that he should turn over.

He obliged with a smile, and in an instant, you straddled his lap, positioned yourself on top of him, and leaned down to begin kissing him.

Will's hands deftly peeled away the denim that stood between you and him, and once you were positioned above him, he grabbed your hips and lifted you slightly before placing your back down on top of him, causing you to let out a moan as you felt him begin to fill your insides.

You moved slowly and deeply as you bounced on top of him, soft whimpers escaping your lips with each motion.

Will's fingers curled around your hip, his touch both possessive and guiding as he led you in a rhythm that felt electric, each movement igniting a spark between you.

You could feel everything.

The room began to spin—filled with anticipation and longing—and the more you rode him, the more your movements became erratic and the wetter you became, but it was Will's turn, and within a second, he lifted you and flipped you over onto your back after giving a sharp sting to your ass.

Will's length thrust inside of you with increasing intensity; he was moving faster and harder, and you let out small moans as you grasped his hair. With each movement of his hip, you pulled at his hair tighter as he pressed on top of you.

You could feel everything: the way Will's fingers dug into your hips, which was creating tiny markings, and the way his length was twitching inside of you, and how his hot breath tickled against your ear.

And you'll never forget what you heard—your name moaned into your ear from his lips. As you did the same, Will tightened his hold on your hips.

His movements became more intense and prolonged, leaving you breathless, words trapped in your throat, no matter how desperately you attempted to speak. Instead, it was whimpers of his name.

He found that your sobbing response turned him on even more; his actions were growing increasingly intolerable. You found yourself desperately reaching for something as your fists clenched around the bedsheets, but then he stopped, and you let out an audible pout.

"It's not over yet, don't worry," he said as he playfully teased you before he rolled you onto your fours.

He closed the distance between you. Your lips met as his hands gripped your hips with possessive strength once more, and as you felt him fill you, a fuzzy warmth enveloped you, and you couldn't help but throw your head back in ecstasy.

His heart raced, and with each sway of his hips, an overwhelming wave of pleasure enveloped you both. In that moment, Will's body twitched for the final time, yet his desire to satisfy you remained unquenched.

He gently turned you on your back again, locking eyes with you for a fleeting instant before pressing his lips to yours. But you pulled away, words poised on your lips, "Will, I need—" you breathed into his mouth.

You needed him—everything was too much, and you were intoxicated by him—he smelled of husk and whiskey.

"Tell me what you need," he said hungrily, and instead of speaking, you grasped his hand, guiding it down the curve of your body until it reached your entrance.

His fingers began to dance with gentle precision, twisting and curling once more as he explored you—deep and rough—and Will could sense the way your muscles responded, spasming beneath his touch. With one more sweep of his fingers, you curled up, the sensation intensifying within you.

As soon as you let go of yourself, an overflow of relief washed over you, and the knot in your stomach disappeared.

His hand became wet with the liquid that you had released, and so he swiftly replaced his fingers with his mouth, ensuring he absorbed every last bit of you.

You gasped, your back arching as you tangled your fingers in his hair. The moment Will sensed your reaction to his tongue, a soft groan escaped his lips, sending shivers down your spine.

The sensations overwhelmed you, each wave of pleasure intensifying your sensitivity.

Feeling as though you could bear no more, you reached down, your hands delicately encircling his neck, drawing him closer to you, your breaths mingling in the charged air between you.

With a final tender kiss upon your lips, he settled beside you, wrapping you in a comforting embrace.

He leaned in close, his breath whispering against your ear, "I won't leave you again."

You felt a gentle smile tugging at the corners of your lips, a subtle expression of your inner warmth.

"Good, you convinced me," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

[drcomttheo]

KAI & MICHAEL x YN

summary: It was Valentine's Day and you were at the Catacombs, and Kai and Michael wanted to do something special for you after Damon broke up with you. warnings: smut words: 1642 a/n: Devils Night Oneshots—ML

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

It was Saturday, and you found yourself in the catacombs, and of course, it happened to be Valentine's Day as well.

However, the significance of the day felt stupid, given that it was merely a lousy holiday when you were single and newly broken up with, despite the holiday having used to be your favorite and usually bringing you some joy, and you didn’t have high hopes for it. That was until Kai and Michael emerged from the dim corner of the large bare room as they spotted you leaning against the wall, fidgeting with your nails.

“Hey, Y/N,” Michael said as he approached you with casual confidence.

Kai swiftly trailed behind him, both in their horsemen masks, and you gazed up at them, offering a gentle smile.

"Hello..." You said with a drowsy lilt in your voice, accompanied by a gentle, inviting smile as you gazed up at them, their bodies looming over you.

Kai and Michael exchanged glances under their masks before turning their attention back to you.

“Follow us?” Kai questioned, but it was more of a demand as Michael held out his hand.

Your gaze flickered between the two of them before landing on Michael's outstretched hand, beckoning you to take it. As you complied, he swiftly pulled you up from the couch.

As soon as you were on your feet, Kai gently took your hand from Michael's grasp, and together, they swiftly guided you away from the crowded catacomb room, taking you deeper.

They led you past many people and many hallways as they walked until they reached a room that you'd never seen before.

“Guys, what are we doing…” You inquired softly as they guided you into the shadowy chamber.

"You will see," Michael replied as Kai released you and swung the door open. The space beyond the threshold enveloped you three in complete darkness.

Kai spoke, barely audible above a whisper, "Close your eyes."

Michael approached from behind, his hands warm as they covered your eyes. With a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, you complied, letting the darkness envelop you.

Michael smiled as Kai opened the doors to yet another room, and then Michael guided you into it; they moved your body around and then stopped.

“You may open your eyes now.”As he and Kai stepped back, Michael began to speak.

Your eyes fluttered open, taking in the surroundings of the room with a sense of wonder.

Astonished by the sight before you, words eluded you for a brief moment.

The room in front of you was completely dark inside; the only light illuminating the room was all the small red candle-like lights that were set all over the room.

On the tables, a pristine white cloth draped elegantly, showcasing a bowl brimming with chocolate-dipped strawberries nestled in a bed of ice.

On another table was a vase of roses, and as you looked around, you heard both of them speak.

"Happy Valentine's Day," they said in unison, and a smile spread across your face.

"Guys... You didn't have to—" You began to speak.

"But we did," Kai said, positioning himself beside Michael as they flanked you and took their masks off and let them fall to the floor.

"You deserve something truly special after everything that happened yesterday with Damon," Michael said, his arm gently encircling your waist as he led you toward the table. Kai leaned in closer, a playful glint in his eyes as he picked up a chocolate-covered strawberry, offering it enticingly to your lips.

“Open."

You opened your mouth as instructed, and Kai leaned closer, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he gently placed the strawberry between your lips, watching intently as you began to savor its sweetness. As the moment unfolded, Michael leaned in, his lips brushing softly against your neck with a series of tender kisses.

You tilted your head in sync with Michael, savoring each bite, as a warm sensation began to build within you. Michael let out a low hum against your neck as he continued to kiss softly. Kai's smirk deepened as he watched you yield to Michael's tender touches.

Michael shifted his lips to another spot on your neck, kissing gently as his hand slipped beneath your skirt and rested on your waist. Kai found himself increasingly drawn to the idea of kissing you as he presented another strawberry, the sweet fruit glistening in the light.

“Open."

You parted your lips, a soft bite on your lower lip as Michael's tender kisses danced along your neck, slowly making his way down to your collarbone.

Kai gently offered the strawberry to your lips, and you savored its sweetness once again. As you did so, Michael's lips brushed against the right side of your neck, the pressure building as his hand gripped your waist more firmly.

Kai shifted nearer, settling to your left, his warmth radiating against your side as he softly pressed his lips to your shoulder.

Michael leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “Enjoying this?" He made a playful remark before leaning in to gently kiss your earlobe, feeling your body shiver against him.

Kai's lips curled into a mischievous smile as his fingers gently traced the fabric of your skirt, inching beneath it with deliberate slowness.

Kai's hand was gentle and soft as it made contact with your skin, moving further until he made contact with your heat, teasing you. Michael's lips brushed against your ear and neck, lingering with a gentle warmth before finally finding their way to yours.

Kai started to rub you softly through your panties, teasing you, and Michael could not suppress a low groan as you pressed your hips back against him as you responded to Kai's touch.

"You want more princess?" Kai playfully taunted, causing you to tilt your head back in amusement.

Michael gently grasped your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

Your cheeks were tinged with a delicate blush, and your breath came in quickened bursts.

"You are so beautiful, and Damon… is so fucking dumb," Michael murmured gently, getting intoxicated by you and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

Kai maintained his slow, deliberate movements, his other hand sliding beneath your shirt to explore the delicate skin of your stomach with a gentle touch.

Michael gave you a soft and quick kiss, and then he released your chin, his arms shifting to encircle your waist, drawing you closer to him. He felt your hips press back against his, feeling his hard bulge, and the friction made him let out a moan, and Kai moved to the front of you.

"You feel that?" Michael said in a low tone before he pulled you closer to him as he began to kiss your neck once more. Kai stood before you, his fingers gliding beneath your panties, teasing and circling as he sensed your breath quickening.

"Please,” you desperately breathed out. Kai gave a subtle nod to Michael, who then stepped back, inadvertently sending everything on the table crashing to the floor with a loud bang.

Kai took hold of your hips, effortlessly lifting you onto the table. He pushed you back just enough so that your head hung off the edge, and as you reclined, he slid your skirt away, raising your knees and leaving you entirely vulnerable before him.

He turned to you then, Michael, before he teasingly pressed his tongue against your glistening center, igniting waves of pleasure throughout your being.

Michael smirked and positioned himself at your head, your hair cascading down from the table. As Kai's tongue expertly circled your clit, he ensured he savored every drop of you.

Michael carefully unfastened his belt, and as he eased his pants down, his impressive form sprang free, landing against his toned abdomen.

"You taste incredible," Kai remarked, wiping his lips as he pressed a finger into you. You arched your back, and as you did, your mouth parted slightly while Michael pressed his firm length against your soft lips.

"Are you ready, love?" Michael said, taunting you with himself.

“Yes.”

Time was no longer a luxury, and Michael playfully hooked his finger into your mouth, urging you to open wide. With a teasing smirk, he slid himself in, your mouth instinctively forming around him.

Without hesitation, Kai plunged three fingers inside you, his mouth expertly circling your clit as Michael thrust into you. The rhythm continued for several minutes, building an exquisite tension in your stomach.

Then, exchanging a knowing glance, the two of them pulled away, leaving you breathless.

Kai effortlessly lifted you, flipping you onto your knees.

Without waiting any longer, he revealed himself, pressing into you with an intensity that left you winded. The sound of his hand meeting your skin echoed in the air while Michael's grip tightened around you, guiding you into a deeper connection that left you gasping for more.

“Good girl.” One of them murmured, but uncertainty clouded your mind, and before long, warm tears began to trickle down your cheeks. The small room felt stifling, your skin clammy as emotions surged within you, immense and consuming.

Your knees threatened to give way, and your jaw ached to clench, yet the ecstasy was simply too overwhelming to resist. And you were winding up tightly, and Kai felt your walls clench around him.

“Not yet, little one,” Kai murmured, his hands gripping your hips with a possessive intensity that made you wonder if he might leave marks behind.

The sounds of pleasure echoed throughout the room, and warmth trickled down your chin as you found yourself overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

Michael tightened his grip on your hair while Kai delivered a sharp slap to your backside that left a stinging sensation.

At that moment, they both paused, surrendering to the intensity of the experience.

[drcomttheo]

DEVIL'S NIGHT ONESHOTS

The Four Horsemen Imagines

INCLUDES: Michael Crist, Kai Mori, Damon Torrence, and Will Grayson III

HAS: Smut, fluff, & angst

Some of these are rewrites of my Slytherin Boy Oneshots! If you have requests, PLEASE leave them.

KAI & MICHAEL "VALENTINE'S DAY"

FOUR HORSEMEN "NEVER HAVE I EVER"

WILL "BEG ME"

Still writing...

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Inordinate Love

Inordinate Love—ML

END OF SEPTEMBER:

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. -Romeo and Juliet

Draco:

"Please, Lucius, let's not do this today." My mother was calling out.

"No, enough! Don't you dare talk to me like that in my own house!" My father quickly strikes back. I slightly jumped at the voice of my father, which was now ringing in my head.

He never seemed to care or to show love and compassion to me or my mother.

She swore he did. I never saw it. I never necessarily disliked my father, but I don't think I would even consider him one if that.

“He's just a boy," I heard my mother plead through my thoughts. She's the reason I even came home; I wanted to protect her.

My father often has rages and outbursts, and most of the time he takes them out on me. Sometimes she tries to stop him, and when she does… I shake the memories from my head.

"Do you want to tell the boy, or shall I?" A voice spoke that wasn't my mother or my father; it was my aunt.

“Draco. Your task isn't complete. It must be done within three weeks; the Dark Lord will not wait any longer." My father said as he was stepping forward, placing his hand on my shoulder with a firm grip.

"Oh, come on, Lucius, you know he doesn't have the will!" Bella spat out as she was making loops around me.

“I'll do it! I will!" I began, "I already have her where I want her. I am just waiting for the right moment to do it. So I can really break her heart. I want her to look me in the eyes as I take the pathetic little mudblood's life."

I knew when I said that that I was lying.

I can't do it.

I can't kill anyone, let alone Granger. I just hope my lie was convincing.

"Well then. Good. Because if you don't, well, we know what happens then, don't we?"

The evil black-headed witch was saying as she was putting the dagger up to her throat in a sweeping motion.

"Go on now, Draco, to your room." My father started and then continued as he was up close and whispering in my ear.

"Don't tell anyone of this, or there will be consequences." He was pulling me in for a hug, most likely to confuse my mother.

Manipulation.

My father's favorite game.

His words were always sharp, and his looks were always scary. I nod in response to him, and he lightens his grip on the back of my neck. I go to my room like I was told.

I tried to go back to school, but they would not let me. I tried to write to her, but every time I tried, I was punished in unspeakable ways.

God, I hope she was okay.

Was she worried?

Did she even care?

[drcomttheo]

most people fuck up padmé's characterisation by 'making her more badass' (a.k.a Be Angry and Unforgiving Towards Anakin) and strip away her compassion, kindness and idealism

anyway I think the most #feminist thing to do. as a woman. is to write her as the character she is and not force her into the Badass Woman box because that's flattening and ignoring a female character's complexities and nuances to suit your tastes. anyway. not a good look!

[drcomttheo]

Always the choice...

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Inordinate Love

Inordinate Love—ML

MID SEPTEMBER:

"It happened somewhere between us waiting for trains and wandering around aimlessly in the rain just so we could be together, and now I think I may just be a little bit in love with you." -G.O.

Hermione:

I sat down with a new book in my grasp and began reading quietly in the desolate red chair, the one in the corner.

The quiet quickly faded as I was met with a familiar voice.

"Back so soon, Granger?" The voice said it with a witty tone. I was always here; that was a silly question used to spark a conversation.

"I am always in the library." I laughed, and so did he, slightly.

"I guess you're right, bookworm."

Then he sat.

Next to me.

"Is there no room over there?" I said in a playful voice, while I pointed to a very obvious empty chair that was across from me; it was coated in the same velvet as mine.

Draco glanced at the chair, then back to me. "Plenty of room, Granger; obviously it's empty." He replied as he scooted his chair closer to mine. "But I prefer to sit right here."

Don't come closer... Please come closer.

The inner monologue replayed in my head like a broken record.

"Fine, I will." I picked up my books and went towards the vacant velvet chair across the room, taking a seat.

And of course, he followed. He was like a lost puppy.

"Separation anxiety, Malfoy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"You should feel flattered to even be in my presence,” Malfoy retorted back to me with a smirk.

I do.

"Not while I am trying to read..."

Actually, please, while I'm trying to read.

I cleared my throat and moved to the edge of the chair to get up.

"I'm going to go now. It's getting a little... distracting here."

Draco moved closer. "Or..." he said, inching closer and closer. His silver eyes locked with mine, and I tensed as I felt his hand rest lightly on my thigh. "You could stay."

I could stay?

My face went red, and I involuntarily leaned closer. 

I cringed inwardly at myself. A slight smile began to appear on his face.

Maybe he was a slick git.

I was embarrassed, and I was not going to let that smirk work on me. I closed my book abruptly and got to my feet, hoping my face wasn't as red as it felt.

"I have to go," I muttered, grabbing my things and practically running out of the library.

I hurried into the Great Hall, passing by all the other tables filled with students and soft chatter, my face still red at the events that just happened.

I was completely flustered as I sat down next to Harry and Ron. I tried to push the thought of Malfoy out of my mind, but Harry noticed and frowned slightly as I sat down.

"What's up, 'Mione?"

I shook my head quickly. "Nothing, Harry.”

"Oi, check it out." Ron elbowed Harry. "Malfoy's got a staring problem,” Ron nodded in the direction of the Slytherin table, where Draco was taking a seat.

I tried not to turn around, but I did.

I centered my attention on him, and then sure enough, brown met gray, and I melted, my face turning red again.

"What a prick." I tore my eyes away and opened a textbook angrily. I tried hard to convince myself that I actually believed what I had said.

"He must have a thing for you, Hermione," Ron joked.

I scoffed, as if. “Please, Ron. Malfoy?"

He shrugged, "I mean, would it be such a stretch? I wouldn't put it past him. He's Malfoy." Harry joined in. I shrugged, not knowing where to take the conversation; what does that even mean? “He's Malfoy.”

Did I mention what happened in the library?

Did I want to mention what happened in the library?

Don't be so silly, Hermione.

It was nothing, and Malfoy does not like you, although he has to have smelled you in potions, but why did he say peacocks?

Was I just being too daft? 

I snapped back into reality when Harry's voice reached my ears. "That's brilliant, Ron. Actually a great idea."

Ron and a great idea?

“What is it?" I inquired.

"Ron was thinking..."

Ron interrupted, eyes bright. "I was thinking, since Harry thinks Malfoy is a Death Eater and he would never admit it to us, and since he obviously has a crush on you..."

Oh no. They weren't suggesting... they wouldn't.

"You could ask him on a date to get close with him and see what he'll tell you."

I was shocked; I didn't know what to say, and I'm not going to say I liked the idea, but I didn't mind the idea.

"Absolutely not,” I said instead. "Malfoy... the one who calls me a Mudblood? The one who's been a bullying, self-righteous prick since first year? That Malfoy?"

Ron sighed dramatically. "Please, 'Mione. He's only been eyeballing you for the past week. This is the perfect time. Just think of all the information he could spill; think of that!"

Damn it.

"Fine,” I finally said after a few seconds of deliberation, scowling a little, "I will do it. But no promises, it will work!"

No promises.

Hermione... do not, whatever you do, fall harder for Draco Malfoy.

~~~

Ask Malfoy on a date? 

How do I ask him on a date?

I've never been on a date!

I hate that I am actually getting nervous about this.

I quickly threw on my robes, gathered my books, and headed to my first class that day, Charms.

As I am making my way to class, my feet finding the familiar way seemingly on their own, my mind is reeling.

How was I supposed to do this?

Why did I even agree to this?

How was I going to do it?

I took my seat; I was the first one in class as always, so I was left with more thoughts.

Did I ask him during class?

After class?

Surely it couldn't be that hard. The worst he could do was say no.

Please don't say no.

Then he walked into the room, beautiful blonde hair perfectly styled as always, leaving the lingering scent of his cologne in my nose as he passed my seat.

Draco took his seat next to Parkinson, and she cuddled up to him quickly.

I felt even more silly than I did before.

I couldn't stop my wandering eyes; I couldn't help but look at him.

His hair was perfect, and there was this one piece that fell annoyingly between his eyebrows. Pansy moved it out of his face. He gave her a pointed look, and I noticed he was fidgeting with the large ring on his middle finger as he sat. 

His pale skin contrasted with the green of his robes. He was undoubtedly beautiful. I looked away quickly as I felt my cheeks change. I felt like a little puppy, and I hated that he made me feel that way. I was stupid; he would say no; of course he would.

"Can anyone tell me the counterspell to Engorgio?" Professor Flitwick asked, interrupting my thoughts.

Easy. ‘Reducio.’.

"Mr. Weasley. Give it a go,” Flitwick said, gripping an abnormally large quill. "Make this quill go back to normal size using the counterspell to Engorgio."

Ron huffed and made his way to the front of the class.

Please. This was third-year magic.

I stopped paying attention and opened my textbook, beginning to read ahead in the lesson. I already knew all of this.

When suddenly, I was snapped back to reality as a paper bird landed softly in front of me.

I glanced around the class, confused, until my eyes met a pair of stormy gray ones. He was looking at me and then at the note, like he wanted me to read it.

"Open it," Draco mouthed, smiling. I complied, and in sloppy cursive, the messiness of which seemed strangely forced, I read:

"Dinner Friday with me at six?"

I began to smile, looking back at him and nodding while mouthing, "Yes."

I folded the note back and slid it in my bag. I sighed in relief.

Things had strangely worked out. I wouldn't have to ask him out myself after all, but then a series of questions began to fill my head...

Why was Malfoy asking me on a date?

What was he planning?

Did he like me?

Were his intentions the same as mine, to get information?

The rest of class was mundane, so I continued to read ahead, and as soon as we were dismissed, I rushed to tell my best friends that Draco Malfoy had asked me on a date.

Harry and Ron were both extremely pleased.

Harry kept going over the plan with me—what I was supposed to ask Draco, what I was meant to find out, and any information I could get for the order. I wasn't really paying attention.

I couldn't get him out of my head.

Why was he asking me out on a date?

He couldn't stand me. I'm a Mudblood. Not only that, but he made it extremely known the past six years that he had no interest in me until now… Something about Draco asking me was getting to me, but I had to play into it to get the information we needed.

~~~

The remainder of the week whizzed by, and before I realized it, it was Friday.

The day I was to go on a date with the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy.

The last class of the day rushed by so fast it nearly didn't register with me that it had happened at all.

All I could think about was the date and why he asked me, considering I was supposed to ask him. Maybe he had the same plan as me?

Or was I once again just being silly?

The next thing I knew, I was in my bathroom, getting ready for a date.

A date.

One with Draco Malfoy, it seemed more foolish the more I thought about it. I couldn't stop arguing with myself long enough to decide whether or not I was going on this date because I wanted to or because I had to, but deep down I knew it was because I wanted to.

I felt more mindless the longer I thought to myself. I have had a crush on him since he sat next to me in first year. It was Muggle Studies, and of course he had to be my seatmate.

The boy who hated muggles and anyone other than purebloods.

I quickly applied some makeup, finished getting dressed, and headed out to meet him at the Three Broomsticks. I walked inside the noisy building, immediately feeling overwhelmed.

Until I saw him.

He stood up to meet me as I walked over to his table.

He was wearing a black suit top with a black turtleneck underneath—not too casual, but also not too formal; it was just right.

His white-blonde hair was perfectly styled, as per usual. His eyes seemed to glitter as they locked with mine. "You look lovely, Granger,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile. "Surprisingly,” he added quickly.

"To think that I was actually going to receive a compliment from you,” I said, rolling my eyes slightly with a smile. I sat down as he pulled my chair out for me, and we took our seats.

"Two butterbeers, please," he ordered. "With some ginger,” he smiled. "I hope Ginger is okay." He asked with uncertainty.

That's how I take mine.

How did he know that?

Did he take it the same way too?

"That's actually how I take mine,” I smiled back warmly. My brain was completely distracted, and I found myself forgetting the whole reason I was on this date in the first place.

He smiled, seeming pleased with himself.

Had he been observing me?

No?

Silly again.

"Tell me, Granger, how is it being..."

A muggle-born? It wasn't a bad word, and I was not ashamed of it, so I continued for him. "...a muggle-born? It's great, actually. I have two lovely parents; they are both dentists, and they cook, clean, and work without the help of magic. It's quite magical. In its own way, really," I said with a warm smile.

My face immediately turned red as I realized I was rambling, and I covered my face with my mug.

Draco laughed, gesturing to my face, which turned more red as I realized the butterbeer had coated my upper lip with foam. I quickly wiped it away.

"You are so cute." Draco chuckled, and I shook my head, trying not to have my cheeks rush with color.

I'm so cute.

“Tell me more about your lovely parents." He suggested politely.

"Well, Mom and I always make tea on Sundays. It's our thing." I beam at the thought. "And we like to go out to this bookshop. Sadly, it closed a few months ago...” I trail off, “She's actually my best friend aside from Harry and Ron… Then Dad and I go to the theater together. every once in a while for a show. They are lovely, really; they always try to make time for me despite being so busy."

He never broke contact with me the whole conversation; he was fixated on me.

He smiles faintly.

"What about you? Your parents?" I asked him reluctantly. He looked hesitant to tell me.

"Well, my mother is beautiful, and Father..." He interrupted his own sentence to shake his head and then continued on. "He's just there." I look up at him to find his eyes not meeting mine but staring at the table as the mood in the conversation shifts.

"Tell me about her, your mother." I asked, hoping it would lighten the mood. I could tell he loved his mother more than his father.

“She's—Her name is Narcissa; she's the best thing I have. She loves reading to me. She used to sing every night when I was a kid, and on Christmas, at our stupid Malfoy ball, she would sing and I would play the piano. That was the only thing I enjoyed about Christmas. My mother."

Past tense; he is speaking in the past tense.

"Used to?" I say, looking up at him innocently, trying to get his attention from the table to me.

I failed.

"Yeah... we don't really do those things anymore." He looked up, and his tired eyes met mine, and a small smile curled on the corner of his mouth.

And then I realized something.

He was just a boy, a boy that, somewhere in the timeline of his childhood, was forced to grow up and take responsibility for stuff that wasn't his.

He wasn't quite ready to leave the innocence behind. He wasn't a bully; he wasn't the enemy.

He was just a boy.

He was a softhearted, compassionate person. A lost boy.

I could tell he was trying to do the right thing and wanted to do the right thing. I wanted to help him, but I couldn't help.

The only thing I knew to do was reach my hand across the table, placing it lightly next to his.

"You know, Granger, you aren't half bad," he said with a witty tone, getting straight back to his normal self.

“Thank you, Malfoy; I suppose you aren't either."

~~~

The remainder of the date went by so fast.

It was lovely.

We talked, laughed, and ate like we'd known each other for ages.

I mean, we did, but not like this.

Before I knew it, it was nearly curfew. And I hadn't asked him any of Harry and Ron's questions. Even though I didn't want to, that's not why I didn't. I simply forgot our conversations were normal, ebbing and flowing from one to the next. The boys were probably going to be so upset with me. But I didn't care.

We got to our feet and made our way to the path back to the school. It was cold, and before I realized it, I was shivering, and he was handing me his coat, and the inviting scent of his cologne was in my nose.

“Cold, Granger?" He asked while wrapping it around my shoulders.

“Thank you,” I said with a slight blush on my cheeks.

As we walked back through the familiar, dimly lit castle hallways, I found myself really smiling for the first time in a long, long while.

We stopped in front of the Gryffindor portrait, and Draco took my hand. His touch was surprisingly warm.

“Well, this is where we leave each other, then, bookworm,” he said, smiling slightly.

“I suppose it is,” I replied.

Then he leaned forward, and my eyes widened in a moment of shock that quickly passed as he kissed my cheek. But my face still flushed.

"Goodnight, then," he said, slowly walking backwards and holding my gaze, smiling. He winked, turned, and spun lightly on his heel, and soon he disappeared back down the corridor.

Draco:

God, she was beautiful.

She made her way over to me, her chocolate curls falling perfectly on her shoulders. Her makeup was lightly applied, having the natural blush from the cold flood to her cheeks.

For a few moments I stood there, almost in shock, unsure of what to say as she approached me. It was like I was seeing her in a different light.

She was the same, yet it felt like I was seeing her, really seeing her, for the first time. She was nearly in front of me.

Was it the makeup? No. I didn't care about that. I knew I didn't care about that. So what was it?

Then, there she was in front of me, and I snapped myself out of my thoughts.

"You look lovely, Granger." I managed to say it with a smile, and then she smiled. "Surprisingly,” I quickly added, but she didn't seem bothered.

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "To think that I was actually going to receive a compliment from you."

We made our way to the table, and I politely pulled out her chair for her. Mum had taught me to always respect the girl you were on a date with.

She had me take etiquette classes growing up to learn how to be a "proper gentleman.”

A waiter came by to take our order soon after we sat down. "Two butterbeers, please," I ordered, "...with some ginger."

I smiled at Hermione politely. "I hope Ginger is okay,” I asked her with uncertainty.

“That's actually how I take mine." She smiled back at me warmly, and I knew that I had done the right thing. Mum always took hers with ginger.

"Tell me, Granger, how is it being..." I trailed off, not wanting to use the word, hoping she would catch onto what I was trying to say.

“A muggle-born?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. I nodded. "It's great, actually." She said it almost indignantly. “I wouldn't trade my parents or my childhood for anything, even a chance to grow up being exposed to magic." Her eyes began to light up. "My parents used to take me camping in this beautiful forest by a stream..."

She soon launched into a full-blown tangent about her parents and her childhood.

Her words faded in and out of my mind, and all I could do was stare at her as she spoke—the way her face lit up, the way her eyes twinkled, the way she gestured with her hands as she spoke.

She eventually noticed me staring and trailed off, turning red, and hastily took a drink from her mug, hiding her blush.

The foam from the butterbeer coated her lip, and it took her a few moments to realize it. When she did, she hurriedly wiped the foam away, her cheeks going even redder.

I just smiled.

"You are so cute." I leaned my elbow on the tabletop, resting my chin in my palm. "So, tell me more about your lovely parents,” I suggested politely.

She then launched into another rant about all the things she did with her mother and father growing up.

It was honestly adorable to see her so happy about something. I tried not to break eye contact with her the whole conversation.

"What about you? Your parents?" She asked very curiously.

But I was reluctant to tell her…

“Well," I said, pausing for a moment, "my mother is beautiful, and my father... he is just there." I noticed that my gaze had involuntarily moved from her to the table. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as the mood of the conversation shifted.

“Tell me more about your mother,” Hermione asked me with a warming smile on her face, hoping to sway the tone of the conversation. I relented and began to talk about my mother and how she used to read to me when I was young and how on Christmas she would sing.

The pit in my stomach began to dissipate.

My mother had an amazing voice; I would play the piano as she sang.

We didn't do that stuff anymore... I missed it, but I knew that was just life. Things change. But that didn't make it any easier.

"Yeah..." I said, "We don't really do those things anymore." And then she was reaching her hand across the table to hold mine, and she was smiling warmly at me, and for the first time in a long, long time I felt okay.

"You know Granger," I said, smiling slightly. "You aren't half bad." We held eye contact for a few moments.

“Thank you, Malfoy," she said. "I suppose you aren't either."

After a few moments, I broke our eye contact, jumping right back into a normal conversation in hopes of changing the mood of the atmosphere we had just created.

She talked, and I listened. I didn't really enjoy talking about myself, believe it or not…

Before I knew it, our night was drawing to a close, and we were walking back to the school.

The walk was quiet, but comfortably so, not awkward. I felt her shiver against my arm.

"Cold, Granger?" I asked, and before she could answer, I was taking my jacket off and wrapping it around her shoulders.

“Thank you,” she said, too surprised to think of anything else.

There was a slight tension in the air, and I couldn't tell if it was a good tension or if it was from embarrassment.

As we began walking back through the castle's corridors, I started to notice myself feeling happy—like, really happy for the first time in a long time.

As we finally found the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, I took her hand. Her touch was gentle and sweet.

"Well, this is where we say goodnight, then, bookworm." I said.

“I suppose it is," she replied.

Then I leaned forward, and I saw her eyes widen, but she softly sighed as I bypassed her lips to kiss her cheek. But her face still flushed with a deep red.

"Goodnight, then,” I said, slowly walking backwards, not breaking eye contact with her, smiling. I then winked and turned, spinning lightly on my heel, and disappeared back down the corridor towards my dorm.

Hermione:

        Stop smiling. Stop smiling. Stop smiling. God, this was ridiculous. I quickly tried to hide away my smile as I made my way to the Gryffindor portrait, but I failed miserably, as I couldn't get the rose color out of my cheeks. Or the smile off of my face.

I shuffled into the common room, making my way over to Harry and Ron, who were sitting on one of the couches.

"Mione, you're back!" Smiled the boy with the lightning scar.

"How did it go with Malfoy?" Ron asked in a slightly sarcastic tone.

I couldn't help but smile; even if I tried to hide it, I would be lying. And they would know. They knew me too well.

"It was... fine." I said lamely. Immediately, Harry and Ron started rattling off questions.

"Did you get any information?"

"Was he nice to you?"

"Did you enjoy your time with him?"

"Why are you smiling?"

"Do the Malfoys have a plan?"

All their questions rang in my head, overlapping to the point where I was unsure what to answer first. So I just went with a broad explanation.

"It was lovely,” I said. "He was lovely. We didn't really talk about that..." Both of their faces immediately fell as they stared at me in pure disappointment.

“You didn't talk about his plan?" Ron asked, his tone dripping with suppressed anger. "That was the whole point, Hermione; don't tell me you're actually falling for the git's lies and distractions? You're smarter than that, Mione."

I scowled at Ron. "All I am going to say is, I don't think you have to watch out for Malfoy,” I smiled, but it was extremely sarcastic.

“Please, 'Mione, he's using you!" Ron said.

Yeah, because how could anyone like Malfoy actually like me? Hermione, the bookworm. As if somehow being smart made me unavailable or undesirable.

I grabbed my bag, standing up abruptly and angrily.

"For your information," I said, my throat beginning to burn. "Malfoy was perfectly kind to me tonight. And I had a lovely time, and neither of you care because I didn't ask him your stupid questions!"

“Hermione," Harry started, but I cut him off.

“No! I don't want to hear it. I'm going to bed." I stormed off, taking the stairs to my dorm two at a time and slamming the door behind me.

Why the hell couldn't they just let me be happy for once?

I began angrily getting ready for bed. Everything was about their stupid, meddlesome little plans. I pulled the blankets over my head, shivering at the frigid winter air.

'Cold, Granger?'

I smiled at the memory, momentarily forgetting all about being mad at Harry and Ron.

~~~

When I woke up the next morning, I was immediately bombarded with apologies from Harry and Ron.

“We're really sorry, 'Mione,” Harry said while Ron nodded in agreement.

"Yeah," Ron said. "We just want you to be happy."

I smiled. "Thanks,” I said, turning towards the portrait; I figured I should get a head start on that day's potions homework.

I walked the familiar path to the library, my shoes crunching against the thin layer of ice forming on the ground.

It was early, and the library was empty, but that was my favorite time to go. There were no sounds of pages flipping back and forth, no scratching of quills on parchment, and no students whispering mindless gossip. Just quiet.

I entered the library quietly, beginning to walk through the aisles and aisles of books, breathing in the old book smell and taking my time as I perused the titles.

"Can I help you find anything?"

I let out a yelp, whirling around to see a familiar figure in dark clothes. "Malfoy!" I let out a breath, trying to recover from the initial fright. "You scared me half to death."

He walked closer, smirking, "Did I?" He was right in front of me.

"Y—yes." I managed to scoot back a little.

The fright at his sudden appearance had dissipated and was replaced by that warm knot in the pit of my stomach that I'd grown used to by now.

"Sorry, I was just..." Draco reached over my head, thumbing through a few titles, "Perusing."

“Sure you were." He was literally inches away from me, uncomfortably close. He slowly lowered his arm, no book in hand.

He tilted his head. "What?"

'Please, 'Mione, he's using you!'

"Nothing." I turned my head, refusing to meet the eyes I knew were still fixed on me.

"Something," he said. Then I felt his hand lightly touch my face, his fingers resting along my jawline and his thumb on my chin.

He slowly turned my head until I was looking at him. My breath caught in my throat as he spoke.

"R–Ron thinks—" I started.

"What?" He was still smirking. "What does Weaslebee think?" His face was centimeters from mine.

"Nothing," I breathed.

And then he was pushing me back against the bookshelf, and his hand was gripping my face, and then his lips were crashing against mine, and all I could do was kiss him back.

I feel his hands tangling in my mess of curls, my hands awkwardly finding their way to his chest. But then it was over as soon as it had begun, and he was dropping his hands and stepping back.

"You should stay away from me, Granger,” he said. "I'm not good for you. The weasel was right."

And then he turned and was gone, leaving me standing there, with only the memory of his lips to bypass the confusion he'd left me with.

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together at the burrow

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Jedi Temple of Luke Skywalker (Part 3)

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Words from Antigonick (Sophokles) translated by Anne Carson

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“I’ve never seen brown eyes look so blue”

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Inordinate Love

Inordinate Love—ML

END OF AUGUST:

One week before school

“Decisions are the hardest thing to make, especially when it is a choice between where you should be and where you want to be.”

Draco:

“The girl, Harry Potter's smart mudblood. Kill her. She deserves to die,” Bellatrix exclaimed while spinning her wand in one hand.

I thought to myself for a moment.

Granger? I don’t like that filthy mudblood, but I don’t hate her enough to kill her. I can't kill anyone, but if I don’t kill her, he's going to kill me.

“I’ll do it,” I hesitated in my response.

He wants me to kill Granger because he knows without her the other two idiots would be clueless and an easier target to get to. She was their brain; they would be lost without her.

“Please, Lucius…” My mother was practically begging. “There has to be another way!” She was trying her hardest to save me, but she was no match for my father or her sister.

“No, Cissy!” Bellatrix shouted as she made her way over to me, “Do it. Make the unbreakable vow.”

Do I want to put my life in jeopardy? No.

I don't want to kill anyone.

I wasn't cut out for this, but none of this was my  decision, but it had to be done.

So I agree.

“I will kill her.” I paused as I was being sucked into my own thoughts. If I don't follow through, well, we know what happens then. How am I supposed to approach her? I barely want to stand near her, let alone talk to her. I did not exactly love the idea, but I had to do it, so I will.

Draco, do not! Fall in love with Hermione Granger.

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this is completed. will start posting soon.

Black Cats and Broken Mirrors

Cover: @zelenyikitart

DRACO x HERMIONE

Summary: Following an incident during an assignment, Hermione recruits Draco to collaborate with her on an undercover mission. Their intention is to reveal the hidden truths of the Ministry, and as Draco begins to display unusual behavior, Hermione meticulously begins to document her observations, just like the investigative journalist she is, but what she really wants to know is why he does it. Enjoy a fun, exasperated, and carefree Hermione and a somber, superstitious, and very observant Draco... This story is a "lighthearted" adventure with very serious themes as it takes several dark & sad twists.

WARNINGS: MIND THE TAGS—Minor character death, thoughts of suicide, miscarriage, blood, gore, torture

WORDS: ...still writing

A/N: I got this idea while listening to a song and was also inspired by “Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love” by isthisselfcare and “The Right Thing To Do” by Lovesbitca8.

For the sake of our story, all members of the Order and all Death Eaters (with the exception of Voldemort) alive and well until further notice! Additionally, I would like to clarify that this story is set in contemporary times. Thank you!

BCBM—AO3

BCBM—Wattpad

CHAPTERS

(Chapters are posted on Ao3 and Wattpad FIRST until I publish them here.)

A CHARMING START

MINNIE MOUSE

LILITH

MADDENING

THE HARDEST ASSIGNMENT

SLEEPOVER

CONFETTI

CLOVES AND WHISKEY

HONEY AND VANILLA

FIGHT OR FLIGHT

ACORNS

THREE MONTHS

WHITE SATIN

LET ME TREAT YOU

PICKING THE POTENTIAL

WAITING AND HOPING

THE CASE OF DRACO MALFOY

THE WITCHES' BREW

CRIMSON RIVERS

INFERNO

GLASS AND COTTON

SUSPECTS

429

PUSHING IT DOWN AND PRAYING

WITNESS FOR THE DEFENSE

OBJECTION

"IF ONLY" AND "WHAT IF"

BEGGING

DEJA VU

BEGINNING TO END

"HI"

IMPERFECTIONS AND ALL

BLUE, GREEN, RED, AND YELLOW

FAIL-SAFE

NOT THIS TIME

ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-ONE

ONE LAST TIME

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

MAGICLESS, POWERLESS, AND NO INTERNET

YOUR PLACE IS AT MY SIDE

IT’S JUST YOU AND ME

BECAUSE FOREVER

MALFOY HEIRS

GRANGER NATURE

THE LITTLE THINGS

GO, BABY

THE OBSESSIVE BABYSITTER AND THE INSUFFERABLE MEDDLER

THE END, AS IT SHOULD BE

Completed.

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“𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘈𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦….”

Manacled by @senlinyu