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lazydreamer19 · 2 years ago

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Time-Turners and Troubles.

Fluff, Dad!Draco x Mum!fem!Potter!reader

Warnings: Arguing and cringeworthy writing.

Summary : The Malfoy kids accidentally travel in time and watch their parents fall in love with each other.

Y/n - Your name.

Y/h/c- Your hair colour.

Y/e/c - Your eye colour.

Do not plagiarize.

This was inspired from a fic written by @drqcos / @drayslove , this

Hers is with smut and is even better than mine, so please give it a read. She's amazing!

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"Darling, are you ready yet?" Yelled out the man of the house to his wife as he spritzed on some expensive cologne to his neck.

"Yes,but can you help me put on this necklace first?" Y/n came down to the hall clad in an elegant dress looking every bit like the Queen she is. Draco's jaw fell wide open as she descended down the stairs. She looked even more beautiful day by day and her beauty wasn't fading anytime soon. She's eternally beautiful! Draco thought to himself.

"You don't need a necklace, you already look so beautiful! I mean,you can wear a rag and still look stunning!"

"Oh stop it!" She playfully hit his chest lightly as she hid her face in it while he embraced her. Taking the necklace from her hand,he turned her around and put it on her. Turning her around again to face him, he pressed his lips onto hers and captured her into a passionate kiss.

"Happy Anniversary, Mrs.Malfoy."

"Happy Anniversary to you too Mr.Malfoy." Getting hypnotized in each other's eyes,they got busy kissing each other again, before they even realized it.

"Ewwww,gross!"

Their children, Scorpius and Lyra yelled out loud from the kitchen as soon as they saw their parents lip-locking. Rolling his eyes at them, he went towards the kitchen and picked up the pouty toddler and placed a kiss on her forehead, knowing that she was mad at her Father for kissing her mother.

"Are you happy now?"

"No! Bad Daddy! You kissed mommy befowe me!"

"Sorry Princess, I will get you ice-cream when we come back. Is that okay?"

"Okay Daddy!" She hugged him.

"Scorpius, remember, do not give trouble to Grandma and make sure that Lyra doesn't do the same too, got that?" Y/n instructed him with a concerned tone.

"Yes mum, uhh..Mum?"

"Yes baby?

"When will you both be back?"

"We'll try to return as soon as possible! We promise!"

A knock on the door and Narcissa entered with Lucius trailing behind her. "Happy Anniversary you two! Oh look at the little darlings! How much they have grown up!"

"Mother, you just saw them a month ago." Draco deadpanned, landing a nudge from his wife.

"Thank you so much Narcissa and Lucius for being here! I was so worried when no one was available tonight to babysit them!"

"Hey! I am not a baby!" Scorpius threw a fit.

"No you're not dear. You're a strong man who listens to his elders and respects them, aren't you?" Y/n asked while picking him up in her arms and placing a kiss on his forehead.

"Mhmm, I am."

"Don't worry Y/n, we were just returning from the ministry to submit these items. We weren't able to submit all of them as they were checking each and every item." Narcissa told them.

"Okay,just keep them away from the reach of the kids, it'll cause disaster if they do." Draco warned.

"You don't have to worry about that son, you go and enjoy your dinner." Lucius spoke in a tired and exhausted voice.

"We need to leave now. We'll be back home soon. Listen to your grandparents and don't misbehave."

"Alright,mum."

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"So, have you both had your dinner yet?"

"Yes! And Daddy pwomised us ice-cweam!" Lyra babbled.

"Granny, grandpa ,we want to play hide and seek!" Scorpius urged.

"Okay,but don't hide too far."

"Okay granny! Come on Lyra, let's hide somewhere! Granny, Grandpa, you start counting!"

Taking Lyra's hand, they both paddled out of the kitchen to some corner in the guest room where Narcissa and Lucius sat a few moments ago. Giggling all the way, they crouched underneath the sofas.

"Shhh! Lyra, they will find us out if we don't stay quiet!" He whispered to the still giggling toddler.

"Bubby! Look bag! I want that!" Now, being the apple of her Daddy's eyes, Lyra was spoiled to death,something which wasn't enjoyed by Y/n. Draco spoiled Scorpius too, but with Lyra,he didn't have any limits. Scorpius was more clingy towards his mother. He would cry endlessly when he was of Lyra's age, whenever Y/n was out of his sight or had to leave for her work.

Knowing that if he didn't give Lyra the bag then she would throw a huge tantrum, Scorpius silently got out of his hide-out and grabbed the bag quickly, returning back to where he hid at the speed of light. The bag contained a number of boxes which were locked with Charms and spells.

"Look at this!" Lyra whispered excitedly, as she pulled out a gold chain from a glass box which was not sealed and could be easily opened.

"Lyra, don't touch it! Mum and Dad told us to stay away from touching this bag!" Scorpius was now worried. He tried to pull the chain away from her tiny hands but she was strong enough to not let it go and grimaced when he attempted to.

"No, this is mine!"

"Lyra don't do this!"

Lyra then caught hold of the hourglass pendant ,dangling in the centre of the chain and started playing it. Before Scorpius could stop her from doing so, Lyra had already turned the hourglass quite a number of times. The surroundings around them started to change at a blinding speed. Within seconds the sofa was gone and was replaced by an empty home but that didn't stay for long too as all of a sudden the kids got swapped to somewhere else. Feeling terrified, they both clutched on to each other and shut their eyes tight as they continued screaming and crying at the top of their lungs.

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"Let them hide for sometime, I'll bake some treats for them in the meantime. Why don't you go and play with them?" Narcissa waved her wand to collect all the ingredients for making cupcakes for the two children.

"No, I refuse to partake in childish games and make a fool out of myself. I'd rather read them stories at bedtime."

"What are you going to do till then?"

"I am going to take a nap,I am utterly exhausted. Now,if you will excuse me."

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Finally coming to the realization that the world around them is not spinning anymore, Scorpius pried one eye open . Stony walls of an ancient castle came into his view, they were leaning against a pillar in a forlorn corridor. Lyra was clutching onto his shirt for her dear life and hid her face on it.

"Lyra, look we are safe."

"Bubby,where are we?"

"I don't know, we have to find granny and grandpa."

"I want Daddy! I want Mommy!"

"Shh, I'll get Mommy and Daddy for you, just stay quiet and listen to me."

Tears stained Lyra's rosy cheeks which got Scorpius worried. If Lyra starts a tantrum here,then it will cause a huge ruckus.

Very soon they heard giggles,a very familiar one, one that made Lyra perk up and say "Mommy?"

Two figures entered from a hallway on the left at the end of the pathway. One was a man and the other one was a woman. The man had features, exact to Scorpius'. But, that was funny because Scorpius was the literal younger clone of his Father in terms of his physical appearance. The smiling woman next to him wasn't very hard for Scorpius to identify as his Mother ,being the 'Mama's boy' he was.

Being the Genius he was,and through his extensive time spent with his mother reading books, he quickly realized that the pendant was actually a time-turner and they had traveled back to when their parents were students. He remembered Y/n telling him, when she was in her second year ,about how Aunt Mione had to use it because she had taken all the subjects in that year. The laughter of the two died down as Draco held Y/n's hand gently and looked into her eyes with the same look he always had on his face whenever he saw her even till the present day in which Scorpius and Lyra lived.

"Y/n, look I really enjoyed our date today and….."

"And?"

Draco averted his gaze towards the floor bashfully. His cheeks had turned a bright pink and he was struggling to look into the mesmerizing (Y/e/c)eyes of hers.

"And I have had feelings for you since a very long time……so erm…would you like to be my

girlfriend?"

The shocked look on his mother's face wasn't missed by Scorpius, she stared at him blankly for a total of five seconds and then pulled him down by his black tie,crashing her lips onto his. Draco's eyes widened with disbelief but then he closed his eyes and sunk into the feeling of her lips on his.

Scorpius fake gagged at this,but then he remembered that he had to turn the turner back. He checked for the turner which must have been in Lyra's hands,only to find, to his horror, that Lyra was not with him. Fortunately, she was not very far. Spotting a bunch of kricowls,she thought that it would be fun to chase them. The time-turner dangling carelessly in a hand. In a panicked way, he immediately rushed and grabbed his sister and before the toddler could let out a whine of disagreement, he snatched the time-turner and had already given it a few turns in reverse.

They stayed at the same place,but everything around them changed at a fast pace as they observed people making an appearance and leaving within the blink of an eye. It was mostly Draco and Y/n rather than other people. Then they stopped.

The place hasn't changed a bit, and everything looked just the same as it was when they first arrived. The only change being the addition of someone yelling at the same place back where they saw their parents. Someone was arguing and again the voice felt familiar.

Peeping out of the pillar to see what was going on, both of them saw someone with raven black hair with his back turned towards them, yelling and pointing a finger at Y/n who had her face hidden under her palms and crying.

"How could you Y/n? So he is more important to you than your own brother? I can't believe this!"

"Don't yell at her Potter!" Draco butted in, holding Y/n gently and patting her back,he sent a glare towards Harry.

"You seduced her! She could never fall in love with you in her right sen-"

"Enough Harry! He is not what you think! Just listen to me!"

"He calls Hermione that, he insults the Weasleys and he even insulted you! How foolish could you be?! This is all a trap,snap out of it!"

"Don't you dare question my love for her! I care about your sister, no matter what!"

"You shut up! You are a foul git! Your entire family consists of a bunch of bigots!"

At this Draco immediately snapped and punched Harry, which Harry retaliated by punching him back and very soon both of them got into a fist fight. Y/n was a crying mess as she screamed at them to stop,she fell on her knees and cried profusely. Scorpius was highly disturbed by this scenario. As far as he remembered, Uncle Harry and his Father always got along well ,even with Uncle Ron and aunty Hermione.

Lyra,not being able to see her mother in distress, freed herself from Scorpius' grip and ran up to her mother to give her a hug.

"Mommy!" She ran up and hugged Y/n out of the blue. This stopped all three from their actions. Y/n was extremely shocked ,she was not able to comprehend what just happened. Lyra then freed herself from her mother, went up to her beloved Father and pulled his trousers.

"Bad Daddy! Bad Uncle Harry! You made Mommy cwy!"

"Sweetie, what's your name?" Y/n asked softly.

"Lywa, Lywa Malfoy." She puffed her chest and spoke proudly. Clearly her Daddy's daughter.

"Lyra,come back here!" Scorpius ran up to her and picked her up in his arms.

Draco stopped breathing completely at the sight of a miniature 'him' right in front of his eyes.

"Uhh, hi Mum ,hi Dad, hi Uncle…" Scorpius greeted them nervously. An awkward silence prevailed among them as Lyra clung on to the younger version of her mother.

"Wait,what's happening here,I'm confused?" Y/n broke the silence

Then noticing the hourglass shaped pendant, the pieces of the puzzle came together and she finally solved it. Heaving a sigh, she rubbed her forehead.

"Did you two use that?"

"Yes,we did."

"Now it makes sense. Wait, are you Draco's and my children?"

"Yes."

"So this means we got married?" Draco asked with a surprised but joyous tone.

"Yes."

"And I agreed to that?" Harry was flabbergasted.

"Yes again and this is the first time, we are seeing you two fight."

"WHAT?"Both Draco and Harry yelled.

"Stop shouting, will you ? She has fallen asleep." Y/n whisper-shouted , as she gently held Lyra in her lap while the toddler slept peacefully as she sucked on her thumb.

Picking her up gently in her arms, she handed her over to Draco, who was mesmerized by the sight of his girlfriend taking care of a miniature Y/n ,who turns out to be his daughter from the future. The affirmation of marrying the girl of his dreams, made him emotional, tears welled up in his eyes,threatening to fall and show his vulnerability. But,his expression was enough to let everyone know how he truly felt.

Y/n knew that Draco needed to feel the little toddler in his arms for once so as to make him believe that this was not a dream. Harry was completely speechless. The idea of being an uncle overwhelmed his senses as he looked at the two children, one being the carbon copy of Y/n when she was three and the other looking like Draco when he was seven.

Y/n reached out to Scorpius and placed her palm on his cheeks gently as she looked into his eyes with a feeling very foreign to her but was very welcome. Is this how a mother feels? Instinctively, she pulled him for a hug, relishing the feeling of her future son in her arms. Meanwhile, Draco was overjoyed to be able to hold his future daughter in his arms. He was now more than ever firm in his dream of marrying Y/n and fighting for her.

"How do Draco and I get along?" Harry asked Scorpius all of a sudden.

"You both get along quite well, in fact you both and Uncle Ron go to fight bad guys together all the time!"

"So, I am an Auror?"

"Maybe, I don't know what it's called,but you three are my heroes!" A knowing smile appeared on Y/n's lips at this.

"There are you two!" Y/n's voice echoed from the other side of the corridor. All four of them looked up to find a panting older Y/n followed by an older Draco in the same state with another time-turner in his hand.

"Mum,Dad, I am so sorry! It was Lyra,she started playing with the time-turner and I didn't know-"

"Sweetheart,it's alright. We'll talk about this when we get home. Don't worry,no one's scolding you. I am just glad that you both are safe." Y/n spoke as she tightly hugged Scorpius. Looking at the younger Draco, Draco said, "don't worry, it's going to be a tough fight,but it'll be worth everything." He nodded back in affirmation as he handed over Lyra to the arms of his older self.

Draco didn't need any explanation, he knew what his older self meant. Each and every word. The feeling of carrying his children in his arms and the thought of making Y/n his wife got imprinted in his soul and he would give up everything to have that.

"Okay, this was a very heartwarming meeting,but I'm afraid that we'll have to obliviate you three. Oh hi Harry!"

"You're really going to obliviate us? I don't want to forget this."

"We understand Y/n, but trust me,you'll have all of this very soon. Sooner than you can think."

With this, they drew out their wands and carefully obliviated all three of them from this particular incident. But,before leaving, Draco made sure to leave a note inside younger Draco's pocket and with that they left.

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"Oh my goodness, I was so worried! Y/n, Draco, I am so sorry for losing them!"

"Don't be Narcissa, it's not your fault."

"Father, I'd like to know,why were you even carrying these objects which may contain dark magic in just a simple bag?" Even though Draco asked this calmly, the anger in his tone was not missed at all.

"The box in which these were kept,absorbed some dark magic and itself became lethal too, which is why we were instructed to keep these in a bag ,even though all the objects have been checked and these are not containing any form of dark magic." Lucius informed monotonously,clearly still very tired and wishing nothing more than to return to his 'humble' Manor.

"Draco, it's late, we should go take some rest now. Would you like to spend the night here?"

"No dear, we are on our way, we have given enough trouble to you both, Goodnight!" Narcissa bid them.

"Don't say that, you didn't give us much trouble. It was because of these troublemakers, but it's alright,the problem is solved now. So……..Goodnight!"

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"What just happened to us?" Y/n asked ,still in a daze and trying to figure out badly about the situation they are in.

"I don't know, I am just as clueless as you are." Harry replied.

"Yeah,me too." Draco agreed with Harry.

"You know what Malfoy, you break her heart, I'll break your bones!" At this Y/n squealed and hugged Harry thanking him.

"I'd rather kill myself than ever hurt her." Draco replied.

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Later on when he was alone inside his dorm,he felt something inside his pocket. Sliding his hand inside it,he found a note. A huge smile appeared on his face as he read it :

" Dear Draco,

She's worth everything, don't ever lose her. Always fight for her,because she will become your everything. "

Draco smiled at the last sentence, because Y/n had already become his everything and he would fight till death to make her happy.

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A/n: This is the first time that I posted my work publicly. I know that this wasn't quite good enough, but I promise to be a better writer and work on my skills in the days to come. Thanks to Chloe (@drayslove) again for this beautiful idea! Thank you for reading! Have a nice day!💕

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sxpremacist-a · 7 years ago

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❝ The Malfoys do have a saving grace: they love each other !! ❞ Lucius, Draco, & Narcissa Malfoy.

upon the collapsed of their pedestal; these shamed beings are cursed to live their forgotten existence.

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dramioneden · 4 years ago

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do you know of any fics where there’s a pregnancy scare or Draco accidental gets hermione pregnant?

Dramione Unplanned Pregnancy Fic Recs

Hi Nonnie, Sorry it has taken me soooo long to reply to this ask. To answer your question, yes I have a few (76) “accidental”/unplanned pregnancy Dramione fic recs to offer - because Draco and Hermione seem terrible at planning pregnancies. So I’ve broken this down into ones I’ve read & recommend and ones on my TBR you might want to give a try. I also categorized the fics into Teenage Pregnancies, Wartime Pregnancies, “Adult Draco and Hermione forget contraceptive” Pregnancies, Marriage Law Pregnancies and “Hidden” Pregnancies. So here is the ultimate guide to Dramione Accidental Pregnancy Fics, hopefully there is something on this list that will satisfy your ask. Happy Reading!

Teenage Unplanned Pregnancy:

Recommended Fics

Snow Storm by kblynne

8th year Post-war healing coping, Head Boy and Head Girl, teenage pregnancy.

Always Mine - A Dramione Fanfiction by SamadiW

8th year, Head Boy and Head Girl. The unplanned pregnancy is more of a secondary/later arc. Main arc on development of relationship between Hermione and Draco. Mixes the right amount of angst with the right amount of sexy.

Fics on my TBR that you might want to try:

From Venice with Love by jamieblye

In Private by acro acro

Locked In by goldhorse

His Sweet Dream by Supernerd22

I Didn’t Know by TriDogMom

Of All the Idiot Things by Lady Imara

Unbreakable by cleotheo

What Happened After The Canaries by Silver Lioness

Wartime Unplanned Pregnancy

Recommended Fics

Broken Chains by Leave It At That

Another Dramione, where Harry and Ron escape, but Hermione is left behind. As Draco and Hermione are forced together by a very perverted characterization of Voldemort, they realize they must rely on and trust each other to survive Voldemort’s demands. Forming a tentative trust and rare magical bond, together they set about playing the roles expected of them until they can find escape.

Resistance by GracefulLioness @graceful-lioness

Very well written, 7th year divergent. Instead of spending the war camping with Harry and Ron, Hermione spends it camping with Draco after they escape a battle together.

The Importance of Breeding by Jessiy @jessiyl

Interesting twist on “what both sides of the war decide to do about the dwindling wizarding population”. Voldemort comes up with a “perfect mate” spell - guess who Draco’s perfect mate is?

Manor of Conception by psiphifan

Harry and Ron, escape without Hermione. As punishment to the Malfoy’s for letting Potter get away, Draco is given Hermione to “breed”, thereby sullying his pure blood line. As dark as the set up is, Draco and Hermione adjust to their predicament quite adeptly. A “wartime subversion” read that hurts a bit … but climaxes a lot).

Fics on my TBR that you might want to try:

The Gift of Joy by biscuitsforpotter @biscuitsforpotter

I Spy by gnrkrystle

The Power of Love by cleotheo

The Edge of the World by phlox

Balaur by two_ff

Tergeo by LadyKenz347 @ladykenz347

Consequences of War by NJ Coffee Queen

The Letter by RN2017

Haeres Genitus: The Begotten Heir by little miss moonlight

“Adults who forgot a contraceptive” - Future fic Unplanned Pregnancies

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Precious Things by herbeautifullie @herbeautifullies

Beautifully told in a series of vignettes that take place every Christmas over a number of years. The author conveyed and developed Draco’s introspection as he falls in love with a family he never expected or wanted. Well written, emotional character/relationship study.

Liking by Ladyoneill

An adult affair between Draco and Hermione leads to adult conversations (with some input from Narcissa).

Fics on my TBR you might want to try:

A Year and a Day by Mistrus

Best Laid Plans by persephone_stone @persephonestone

Careless by wish123

A Series of Very Bad Decisions by damnedscribblingwoman @fearsometinywit

Unexpected Gifts by cryptaknight

Unintended Consequences by rainsrabble @rainsrabble

Knocked Up by dolphinroxy

The Side Witch & The Gift and My Witch & Her Gift by SeptimaBode

Once Upon a Night by longdistance

Ordinary People by inadaze22 @inadaze22

Surround Me by Taintedembrace

The Sweetest Downfall by xXBeckyFoo

A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy by Countess of Abe @countessofabe

Beautiful Mistake by pinayflava90

One Night Stand with Consequences Series by ruthy4vrsmoaked @ruthy4vrsmoak-ed

Constellations in Flourish and Blotts by MarshmellowMcGonagall @marshmallowmcgonagall

Gasping, Talking, Screaming, Crying by Gette

Heaven Forbid by empathaique

In the Heat of the Storm by xxDustNight88 @xxdustnight88

whispered through the trees by notawitch2580

Back to You by NJ Coffee Queen @mnem85

Circle by wanderlustfaery

Freedom’s Consequence, Rapture’s Reward by CelticSass

Marriage Law (but still unplanned) Pregnancy

I read and recommend all three fics in this sub-genre:

Desperate Marriage by x.Chrissy.x

Nice twist on the Marriage Law trope. After breaking up with their current fiancés when they find them cheating (Ron x Astoria), instead of letting the Ministry choose their spouses for them, they choose each other. Note: I don’t want to give spoilers away, but I think it should be noted that though it’s not tagged, be aware that a couple loses a pregnancy in this. As someone who has lost a pregnancy before, I was not put off by how it is handled, but found it emotional and relatable. There is an HEA and there is a happy healthy pregnancy and I did enjoy the fic completely even the emotional part.

Ninety-Five Percent by HufflePuffMommy @hufflepuffmommy

Draco and Hermione are 95% compatible - who would have thought? ;) I really enjoyed this marriage law fic - has courting quality to it, through all the tension and angst (and denial).

An Unconventional Escape by Ariel Riddle @ariel-riddle

Loved this twist on the “marriage law”. Voldemort has won and his wizarding world is facing population problems due to infertility of purebloods. He enacts a new law that purebloods can choose captive muggleborns as spouses. The only muggleborn for Draco is Hermione - and she’s suspicious, but clever enough to figure out his dastardly persona is more pretense for show.

Secret Child/Hidden pregnancy trope: Not only was the pregnancy an accident, it was kept a secret from Draco.

Recommended Fics

Amongst the Mango Trees by ViolaMoon @violamoonfanfic

Post-war, while in a happy affair with Draco, Hermione discovers his family has him engaged to Astoria, hours after she finds out she’s pregnant. She decides to leave and start over in Australia with her parents.

Breathe by RZZMG @rzzmg

In spite of a loving affair with Hermione, Draco feels obligated to see through his engagement with Astoria. But when he runs into a pregnant Hermione months after they break-up, he must dig deep to be his own man and not his father’s.

Seven for a Secret by Musyc @willhavetheirtrinkets

Anonymous sex during Beltane, has Draco putting pieces together when he encounters an 8 year old spitting image of himself.

Unspoken Words by LilithShade @lilithshadefanfic

Post-war, Future fic. Hermione and Draco have a one night stand. Nine months later, Hermione shows up at St. Mungo’s in labor. Draco is the doctor on duty.

Always You by Emerald2402

When there is trouble in paradise between Ron and Hermione, Draco just happens to be in the right place at the right time with a shoulder for her to cry on. A couple years later, the child she brings to St. Mungo’s with a fever, bears a striking resemblance to him.

The Trouble with Love Series by bentnotbroken1 @bentnotbroken1fanfiction

8th year Hogwarts setting. Accidental pregnancy is secondary arc, post-war coping/healing and Dramione affair primary arc. Note that the first in the series: The Pitfall is complete, but the second in the series is still a WIP (as of time of post 11/2020).

Fics on my TBR you might want to try:

Consequences of War by bentnotbroken1 @bentnotbroken1fanfiction

Aparecium by LadyKenz347

An Awfully Big Adventure by NJ Coffee Queen @mnem85

The Best of Me by MrsRen @mrsren

Choosing Destiny by AkashatheKitty @akashathekitty

Let There Be No More Curse by lexiatel @lexiatel

Nowhere Left to Run by FallenInDreams @fallen-in-dreams

Rose by longdistance

Second by LadyAlinor @ladyalinor

Seventeen by smithandbarrowman @smithandbarrowman

The Silver Dragon by KittenShift17 @kittenshift-17

Webs We Weave by mayghaen17 @mayghaen17

What’s in a Name by ImSlytherinatHeart

Full Body Control by lun27

Growing by the Minute by lozlol

Heartbreak and Horntails by AtHomewithWords

The Taste of Honey by Buzzy

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limetimo · 3 years ago

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RAB fic I've read this week to ignore irl problems ♥ (13-30 Jan)

Sky Full of Stars by TowardTheStars Regulus has a fucked up best friend (Severus) and a fucked up brother (Sirius). Put these two in one room and there's an incredible amount of drama. I made it sound like crack but it's actually very serious and deals with heavy topics like sexual abuse in Hollywood so mind the tags. Brilliant characterizations and writing!

Chained by maquira Teddy + potions kit + time turner sand = Harry Potter and Oh Fuck How Do I Keep My Godson Alive Through The First Wizarding War, ft. teenage queen Narcissa Malfoy, Regulus and Harry friendship, bipolar (+ a whole lot of other mental issues) Sirius, and much more!

like glass, we shatter by rosy_marvels Regulus survives the cave and goes "welp" and goes to his former classmate for help. I stan Cecil

water of the grave (is water of the heart) by bugsofson James and Regulus are at each other's throat, homoerotically

Five Times Sirius Caught On, and One Time He Didn't by Trex_patronus *creams* short but oh, the delicious delicious pain of brothers falling apart. As always Trex delivers

Christmas Decisions by huffinglepuff Regulus is to take the Dark Mark, because he's a coward. He doesn't take it, because he's a coward. He has James to make him feel safe tho :D

Something So Precious by Remy_Writes5 sweet Jegulus with a little bit of misunderstanding ♥♥♥

Crack my ribs open, teach me how to fly by KinugoshiDofu Sirius takes Regulus with him to the Potters'; it doesn't make the younger Black feel very safe, but he's adjusting.

rewrite my heart (let the future in) by secretpersona a beautiful beautiful wonderfest, at this point I don't even have the words to summarise this, makes me want to fall in love with a boy who blue-screens whenever he sees me in something new uiaerlhurhasdfa

Safe by can_i_slytherin ♥♥♥♥♥ Jegulus

Insert Tennis Pun Here by Remy_Writes5 AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

Lost In Your Current by xjustakay James being riddiculous and Regulus loving him regardless¨♥♥♥

don't blame me, love made me crazy by coupe_de_foudre James accidentally flirts with Regulus. It changes everything ♥

Saving my Brother, The Lionheart by sailwordb slowburn Regulus/Marlene v nice we like it ♥

The Day I Found You by jeggie_toast ♥♥♥ sweet Jegulus

Star Stepper by Ourania95 the day after Sirius run away from home, Regulus hits da bricks too. I'm so proud of my rat son surviving in muggle London, learning how to forage in littler bins ♥

Carpe Noctem by evareinadeescocia Seer Regulus wanted James to mind his own damn business... so ofc they're dating now... big drama happening right now xD

The Bet by ImpishTubist Regulus and Remus got married. James and Sirius realise they're in love :D

Time Travel is Painful by mothermothel the writer said Pandora Appreciation and I wholeheartedly agree. Or, Harry gets yeeted 1979, spies on a secret Pandora&Regulus anti-Voldemort meeting, and helps Regulus steal the Locket. Can't wait to see where this goes!

Did You Miss Me? by Fantismal, Krethes Like I can't tell you how much effort the authors put into formatting this fic. I'm putting it here even though so far Regulus is but a background plot device X

When It Snows, Ain't It Thrilling? by xjustakay snowball fight! All is fair in love and war! ft wolfstar and jegulus

The Far Too Young to Die Series a series. Regulus runs away with Sirius, dates James, gets beaten up by his own Quidditch team. very lovely!

The Horcrux Hunt by Keysie Remus and Regulus' epic journey of enemies to reluctant allies to friends to "bros before hoes and birth brothers"! ♥

Drugs and surgical scrubs by anauro doctor Regulus, addict Marauders, slowburn Jegulus, mind the tags and GO READ IT

Even if I can't by Inexorablement in the cave Harry gets pulled to 1979, teams up with Regulus and pretends to be Seer to explain his inside info :D can't wait how this goes!

The Cave by unspeakable3 *screaming*

i see how this ends (poorly) by Quillium regulus dreams how ppl die and is determined to save them all, Evan Rosier is my future husband

As Soon As He Can by Trex_patronus sassy ghost regulus horcrux hunting the the Marauders and co.!

The Life You Lose by Fishielicious Regulus survives the cave and decides to go big instead of going home ♥ An absolute madlad, I love the characterization here, like go off king. First person POV but don't let that discourage you!

A Little Bit of Everything by Frenchroast99 Regulus raising Harry

Pages of You by wolfpants Focus on Drarry but Regulus/Gideon is fairly present also the premise is GOLD and I know how it ends but it's about the journey you know? :D

Prove It by fuckboyregulus for ScreamingFae Regulus is an art thief, James is an art thies, they should kiss :D

when you were mine by battlehamster - criminal Regulus single dad James absolute chaos we love it!

Tides by jimmyjanejams Pirates Royalty Jegulily Wolfstar helooooooooo also Dorlene as of the last update :D

#why are there so many #AND THAT'S WITHOUT THE 6 ATLA 30+K FICS *crying*#and the drarry smuts #regulus black #fic rec

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years ago

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this life is short, darling. so come, run away with me.

A/N: Here’s my entry to @eleven-times-lively‘s writing challenge! Congratulations on 400 again! Thank you so much for letting me take part! I loved writing this, but I love writing Draco. The prompt I chose has been bolded in the text. The title is from a quote I found on google by a Kiana Azizian on instagram.

Summary: talks of the future.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: some angst - mentions of war, nightmares, anxiety and insomnia. BUT THERE IS FLUFF.

Word count: 1.3k

There was no ignoring the damage the Second Wizarding War had wrought on wizarding society. Hogwarts remained in tatters; McGonagall choosing to delay repairs as the bodies of students, teacher, and death eaters alike remain unclaimed in the Great Hall.

Upon the start of the Dark Lord’s final duel with Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy was dragged away by his mother. Across the bridge where they could safely apparates to their home and collect the tatters of their once great and feared reputation.

You had apparated to the Manor once the Battle was over; having to see for yourself that he had survived before you let yourself confront the grief that was welling within for the friends that you had lost that day.

You sprinted down the main path, being met halfway by the blonde-haired teenager you were so madly in love with. No words were spoken; he simply kissed until there was no breath in your body, and after that, he held you until your eyes had ran dry and his were red-rimmed.

For as long as you could remember you had been in love with the heir to the Malfoy name and fortune. For as long as Draco could remember, he had loved you just as much. The friendship was an old one; families running in same circles. The relationship started in Sixth Year when he had kissed you under the mistletoe someone had placed on top of the door to the Slytherin common room. Draco Malfoy always presented a hard exterior, but with you he was soft and pliable. If he could, he’d worship the ground you walked on. The relationship felt so natural; as if it was written by the fates that you two should end up together and love each other so deeply.

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The grounds to Malfoy Manor are particularly beautiful in Spring; when the flowers have begun to bloom, and their perfume hangs heavy in the air. The Malfoys were known through wizarding society primarily for their stance on pure-blood lineages, but the second thing the family was known for was Narcissa’s prize winning roses that always take the blue ribbon in the town fair. It’s a juxtaposition in itself, but there was no denying that the matriarch of the supremacist family in the large manor house up the road, grew the most beautiful roses.

The rose garden was always your favourite part of the Manor; it was the one place where you and Draco could be yourselves without the worry of being overhead or seen by prying eyes and ears. Through the war, more and more time was spent in the garden – memorising the species and their meanings and speaking freely about the ambiguity of the future.

It was in Narcissa’s prized rose garden that Draco showed you the mark that would now mar his left arm for the rest of his life. He expected you to turn away disgusted; to leave him in the dust for someone from a family with a less blood-thirsty background. Instead, you surprised him. You took his arm in your hands and placed a kiss to the mark. There was no romanticising what had happened to him; there was only making the promise that you would stand by him through this and that you always would.

For so long, the Manor had been a place that was the definition of the word ‘cold’, but Narcissa had made it her mission to liven up the house - to make it into a home. Now that the war was over, and the Malfoy’s were doing all that they could to redeem themselves in the eyes of the wizarding world; the garden had come to symbolise a place of healing for Draco and yourself.

It was in the garden that Draco confessed he wasn’t coping as well; it was in the garden that you told him you knew, and you were also struggling. The roses were the only witnesses to the promise made between the two of you; to help each other through this – to never leave the other in a lurch. It was sealed with a kiss that tasted salty from the tears that had fallen through the heart-wrenching conversation.

The war was over, but there was still so much uncertainty about the future.

The sun shines down on the roses through your morning walk with Draco. You had been staying at the Manor more often; the both of you needing the other close – to fight the nightmares, to fight the terrors that lurked in the shadows. When sleep evaded you both, as it did so often, you took to walking in the beloved gardens, admiring the way that the morning dew glistened in the first rays of sunlight.

Draco tangles your fingers together as you continue to lap the grounds; chasing away the horrors of the night and replacing them with happier thoughts of the day.

It had been a rough night for Draco in particular. His own screams dragging him from the nightmares of the pain that was inflicted when the dark mark was seared into his skin by the Dark Lord. The pain is no longer there, but the phantom pain lingers and flares on a night when his mind begins to rest; letting its walls down for the invading thoughts to begin their assault.

You hadn’t slept a wink, even after Draco fell back into a fitful sleep. You watched him instead, filled with yearning for a different life. Bursting to the brim with the idea of a carving out a different path for the both of you to walk down together – a life with no violence, only happiness and peace.

The grass underneath your feet squelches as you remember the idea you had in the early hours of the morning.

You turn suddenly, gripping Draco’s hand tightly in yours. Your eyes are bright; with love and an idea, “I don’t know what’s ahead, but will you run away with me?”

Draco pauses his walk, raising an eyebrow at your sudden outburst, “Where would we go?”

“Abroad – let’s go to Europe. I want to see France, Italy, Greece.”

“What would we do there?”

“Whatever we want,” You say, caressing his cheek with your hand – he leans into the touch. “My love, life is short – the war taught us that. So come, run away with me and see the world.”

Draco remains silent for a minute; thinking over the possibilities and consequences in his head. Financially, they could do this, coming from prominent and wealthy families. There was nothing of substance that was keeping them here either. Life is short, Draco knows that. The very thought had haunted him since he had walked through the corridors of the school he once called home and noted the familiar faces of friends, students, and teachers all lined before the walls – never to breathe another breath again.

There could be no consequences to this; not once he explained why he needed to go to his mother. Narcissa would understand better than most; she always had. Draco thinks to the concerned looks she throws at him from across the breakfast table; Narcissa would probably be the one to pack his bags.

“We can’t run away forever,” Draco starts, knowing that as much as he wants to leave this blasted place, he would have to return eventually, “But we can run away for the summer.”

“Do you promise?” You ask, voice quiet but eyes bright with the possibilities running through your mind and teetering on the tip of your tongue.

“I promise. I also promise this…” He trails off, pulling you into an embrace, pecking your lips before continuing, “I don’t know what’s ahead, but I promise that you will always have me.”

You peck his lips again, smiling when Draco chases your lips for another kiss, “It’ll all be okay then. I’ll always have you just as much as you will always have me.”

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malfoys-demigod · 4 years ago

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Thinking Out Loud - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested by the lovely @the--queen-of-hell

A/N: We agreed to set their ages to 19 during the post war year

5 months.

5 months to be exact when the ultimate wizarding war had finally ended. Some people can agree that 5 months can be so quick that they already forgot that time flew swiftly by in a blink of an eye. For you, 5 months since the war felt like 5 weeks since the war.

The many things that you’ve experienced first-handedly were still too easily played in your mind. First was when you thought your friend Harry had died. He was the one true person who could have saved the wizarding world from the biggest disaster the world could have faced. Seeing his body roll out onto the floor was just hard to process. But finding out that he was actually alive to save everyone was just a relief. Then there were your parents. The people you have loved the most for your entire life. It was just a shame that they were placed under the situation of being Death Eaters. You obviously knew that they did not have a choice. It was either they played pretend Death Eaters or risking your life and theirs. They kept promising you that you would be alright, that they would be alright, and that you could return to becoming a normal family just like the time before Voldemort chose them to be Death Eaters.

The possibility of returning to a normal family was so high. During the war in Hogwarts, you were fighting, defending yourself from the other Death Eaters who in their eyes saw you as a traitor. “Traitor!” they’d call you as they tried hexing the life out of you. “You should have joined your parents like the pureblood you are!” they kept telling you. “Let’s teach her the consequences of becoming a traitor.” was the last thing a group of Death Eaters threatened you as both your parents Stupefied the group, running to your aid to check up on you.

Knowing that there was no time to do this, you grabbed their arms and tried making it to the ends of the corridors which had a door to seal off the Death Eaters who were regaining consciousness from their hits. You could hear them grunt angrily as they started hexing in your direction. When you made your way outside, your parents hugged you tightly and told you, “Our dearest, Y/N. Know that we will always be in your heart as we love you with all our hearts.” as they cupped your face tightly. Your eyes widened, realizing why they had said that. “No.” was all you begged from them. They looked at you sympathetically and gave you one last hug and ran back in to fence off the Death Eaters that were going after you. “I love you, mother and father.” was all you could say as they started closing the doors, looking at you with an uplifting look. “GO! RUN!” your mother said as your father finally locked at the doors.

Fighting off the tears in your eyes, you turned around and ran as fast as you could, returning to the battle. Aside from Harry and Dumbledor, you couldn’t name a single person you have witnessed that had the same courage and passion as your parents. They were the people that motivated you to become as courageous and passionate as them. You knew in your heart that if you ever became a parent, you would do the exact same thing as them and save the life of your child.

You were very fortunate enough to have Narcissa and Lucius as your other set of parents. Of course you couldn’t love them enough just as you did with your parents but they have been nothing but welcoming and supportive of you. Ever since the war, you have been living in Malfoy Manor with them and Draco. Aside from being that important person in Draco’s life, they were more than happy to grant you their home as they were great friends with you parents.

You father was like a brother to Lucius. They were best friends since birth as their families knew each other well. Their friendship grew stronger during their Hogwarts years. If one of them had detention, it was very well known that the other would tag along in their detention because they were the cause of whatever reason the professor had to send them off. After their Hogwarts years, they became work-mates as your father became a respective wizard in the Ministry, just like Lucius as they always playfully competed against each other in their respective jobs. Your mother and Narcissa on the other hand had a similar story. They despised each other during their first years in Hogwarts. Why? They were after the same boy that they have been childishly crushing on. It was a little girl-to-girl competition for them as they tried going out of their ways to have them get noticed by their crush. Discovering that the person they were crushing on was only interested in boys, their small rivalry thawed, apologizing in the end for being obsessive over the same person. They became best of friends after they started helping each other out when they began crushing over different men who were your father and Lucius respectively. According to them, they always had these double dates at first since they were both too shy to have individual dates. Who knew later on, they’d be having catch ups even after they all settled down with children.

Lucius and Narcissa consider their deaths something always worth remembering. They always get reminded of the good times they shared with their best friends whenever they look at you. Lucius would get reminded of your father’s humor and intelligence whenever you make a joke or study with Draco. Narcissa would remember how much of a beautiful person your mother turned out to be whenever you dressed up for dates with Draco or simply looked exactly like her when you let your hair down. From the minute they heard about your parents’ deaths, they swore to take you in like the daughter they never had and protect you for your parents.

They were very much happy to have you. It also made Draco the happiest person in the world. This young man loved you with all his heart and it was also his idea to take you in after the war. His heart broke as well when he found out about the death of your parents. They treated him as if he was their son as well. Draco couldn’t stand seeing you sob the minute the war ended. Before he and his parents had the chance to leave, he ran to the entrance doors of the castle to a sobbing you. He thought he lost you but seeing that you were alive by the steps wanted him to drop to his knees and thank Merlin for protecting you. “I’m here, Y/N. I’m here,” Draco spoke as he tried to calm you down. “M-my parents.” was all you could blurt out but Draco already realized what you meant. He didn’t do anything but wrap you in his arms as he tried having you stand up. He kept apologizing for what happened. “I should have been there to protect them, to protect you.” He said, “Come home with us.” He advised. Draco briefly explained how he could take you home with him as you could both heal emotionally and physically from all the trauma. You had no other choice but to follow him since his family was practically family.

Now, 5 months later, there you were with Draco, laying on his chest as you both cuddled in your shared bed. There were no words being exchanged at the moment as the both of you appreciated the sound of the winds outside as it was soothing to the ears. You were practically cuddling in bed with Draco silently now for an hour that he assumed that you were asleep already. With his thoughts on you swimming around his head, he started thinking out loud.

“Oh, Y/N. Sweet Y/N,” he started speaking out loud as he stroked the loose strands of hair falling out of your frame.

“Wouldn’t you believe it has been 5 months since everything happened? It’s still difficult for me to realize how long it has been. It still feels like we had just gotten home from Hogwarts. I carried you to my room as we laid on my bed, exactly the way we’re laying right now. The only thing that changed is the way I feel about you. Now don’t be alarmed, sweetheart. Ever since the day we came back home, there were many things that I've been thinking about but there was this one thought that I’ve been seriously considering dearly. I love you with all my heart. You know that. You’re the reason why I strive to become a better person everyday. Without you, I wouldn’t be this person, a person who is currently transforming to become a whole new person inside. I constantly want to thank you for that but I just don’t know how. I know I’m not completely transformed yet but I really want to be a better person everyday and I believe that with you by my side, you could help me realize that everyday can be a new possibility to becoming a much better person. I know we're only nineteen but I feel like I’m ready to take our relationship to a whole new level. We’ve gone through so much together and I just want to propose my love for you officially. I just want to ask you the big question already which is: Will you marry me, Y/N?”

With that, Draco sighed as he thought you weren’t awake to hear all of this. Fortunately, you were awake the entire time.

You stopped yourself from crying the minute he asked the big question. This was very unbelievable. Not because he asked early but that it was actually happening. You were more than proud to hear every word that came from his mouth. He truly was transforming.

Happily hearing the question, you slowly face your boyfriend with a warm smile. “Yes, a thousand times.” You softly reply to him as you watch his eyes widen with a sudden surprise.

Draco froze for a good three seconds realizing that he did not come prepared with the best engagement ring yet. He looked down at his family ring, the one he constantly wears to show the Malfoy pride.

“With this,” he said, removing the ring from his finger and transferring to yours, “I welcome you to the Malfoy family. Of course the ring is temporary. Not to worry, dear. I will bestow you the best ring in the entire world once we get things settled.”

You cupped his face with the hand that had the ring as you looked at him with sweetness in your eyes. “It’s beautiful. I love you, Draco Lucius Malfoy.”

“I love you more, Y/N Y/L/N soon to be Malfoy.”

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fanficflaneuse · 4 years ago

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One Day - Part 5

A/N: Hello magical tumblr friends! I hope you’re all doing alright. So...we’ve reached the middle of this series! I can’t believe I work four chapters in a week. Goodness! I feel on fire right now. I hope you like it. What’s about to come is just plain, simple, absolute drama.

For this chapter, I drew a bit of inspiration of a series called The Arrangement by @fandomsfeelsandfanfics. It’s not plagiarism or anything, but I did have it in mind as I wrote. All of this to say you should check it out if you haven’t, it’s an amazing series and I’m waiting for an update lol.

Finally, thanks for all your love and support

Here we go:

Draco x reader (she/her pronouns) Word count: 2607 (oops...I did it again! (lol) I’m sorry it’s so long. I think this will be the longest chapter of the series). Summary: One day AU. Post-war. Since The Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and y/n meet one day a year.

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3 May, 2002

“(Y/N), you cannot lock yourself in your library forever.”

“That’s rich coming from you, Hermione,” she said, her voice hoarse.

The brown-haired Gryffindor rolled her eyes, trying to be playful, but there was a hint of concern she couldn’t hide. (Y/N) had been working nonstop. Headmistress McGonagall had offered her a position at Hogwarts. Without a second thought, she quitted at the Ministry and now spent a lot of time in her library, revising every book on DADA and making her best to create a study plan that was challenging and fun. She was also writing again. (Y/N) felt her life was heading in an interesting direction.

“Listen, (Y/N/N), I love you. We all do,” Ginny said as she dragged (Y/N) to her room, Hermione trailing behind them, “And we support every single one of your choices. But you cannot keep waiting for Malfoy to appear at your doorway and magically revive what you had.”

“Besides, he’s bad news, (Y/N). You’ve seen what they write about him in the papers. Not someone a respectable Hogwarts professor, like yourself, should be associated with,” Hermione pointed out, using what they now called her ‘ministry voice’.

“He is a good –“

“We know, we know, love. We know he can be a good person. He is – or was? – our friend as well. Not as close as he was to you,” Ginny raised an eyebrow playfully at this, warranting an annoyed eyeroll from (Y/N), “But we did help save him from Azkaban, didn’t we? So yes, we know he can actually be a good person. You just can’t go around saving him forever, dear. Don’t you realize most of his friends have stopped talking to him because of his behaviour? Merlin! Even Parkinson and Zabini are friendlier to us now than he is.”

“He’s chosen a path, (Y/N/N). He’s not trying to change. And even if he was, he’s not here. It’s time for you to move on,” Hermione reasoned.

(Y/N) sighed. She missed Draco way too much. Sometimes she wondered if he missed her. He hadn’t contacted her in a while. No owls, no visits, no cuddles. It had started out small, a bit of extra drinking during the week, an increasing amount of partying. Then every time she saw him, Draco was nursing a drink. Then the visits started to spread out. He’d always have a party to attend, an invitation somewhere and some sort of alcohol running in his veins. His letters stopped coming shortly after. As she got busier, (Y/N) ceased reaching out for him, tired of his excuses and self-destructive behaviours. She started mourning their friendship and her love for him.

At that point, the infamous articles were already a thing. Draco’s drunken antics had warranted him the moniker of “enfant terrible” and his misadventures were fuel for Rita Skeeter’s sensationalist quill. He always made the front page for the worst of reasons. Everyone had tried to talk some sense into him, to no avail.

“I can’t move on from something that never happened,” she declared in defeat.

“Well, more reasons for you to put this gorgeous dress on and enjoy your date with Ernie,” Ginny pressed on as she threw a blue dress over her shoulder.

“We’ll be waiting for your every detail,” Hermione added as she started working on your hair.

Ernie McMillan asked (Y/N) out at least five times before she accepted. In the end, she did because of her friends’ insistence. Everyone agreed she needed to go out. (Y/N) hadn’t been on a date for such a long time, even she admitted to herself the idea sounded tempting. She wasn’t particularly attracted to Ernie (she wasn’t particularly attracted to anyone whose name wasn’t Draco Malfoy), but she found him very sweet and patient. As the day approached, (Y/N) was getting excited about it.

Then, just the day before her date, she was invited for tea at Malfoy Manor. The affair had been so nerve-wrecking that (Y/N) came back home and cried her eyes out. She spent all night in her library, curled up in a ball. That’s where Ginny and Hermione found her. She had puffy eyes and seemed tired. They didn’t need to think too hard to guess what was the reason for her sorrow. It had been the same for a couple of months now. That’s what made them push harder for her to go out.

As Ginny helped her with her makeup, (Y/N) could only think about her visit to Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. The only time she had been in their lavish mansion, she had been tortured and put in a cellar with her friends. As she stood in front of the gates, she felt her hands clammy and her whole body shaking. Every fibre of her being was begging her to turn around and run. She felt the tentacles of her fear and trauma engulfing her again, trying to drag her down, reduce her to tears and panic.

“Are you alright?” said a voice she’d recognize anywhere: Lucius Malfoy himself had come to greet her. She saw a lot of Draco in his father. The striking grey eyes were almost too painful to look at. Lucius’ eyes didn’t hold for her the same affection Draco’s did, but she could recognize a mixture of respect and also a bit of fear. Was he afraid of her? Or was that concern? Did she look that frightened?

“Yes, sir. I was just…”

“Remembering?” he offered, an apologetic expression settling on his aristocratic features.

(Y/N) nodded in response. She tried to smile at him.

“I am glad you could come, Miss (Y/L/N). My wife and I have not had the pleasure of your company since the trials. We never got the chance to thank you for everything you did for us,” he said, motioning her to walk with him.

They strolled through some beautiful gardens. The flowers were blooming and the peacocks showed their beautiful feathers. As they entered the house, (Y/N) felt shivers down her spine. She had to stop for a second and take a deep breath. Lucius waited for her patiently. The walked up the stairs and move through different halls.

“We well be having tea at our living quarters. Narcissa is recovering from that hippogriff virus. Fortunately, it is under control, but my wife is still very delicate and needs her rest,” he explained as he opened the door to the room.

Narcissa Malfoy greeted them. She was seating up on the bed, her back pressed to a mountain of fluffy pillows. She wore an embroidered nightgown and her silky bedspread covered her up to her waist. She was a vision; even in the comfort of her bed, Narcissa looked like a queen. Her whole demeanour, even her seemingly informal attire, made (Y/N) feel underdressed.

As soon as (Y/N) was close to the bed, Narcissa grabbed both of her hands affectionately. It took (Y/N) less than five minutes in front of that majestic woman to decide that even if Draco was physically a copy of Lucius, everything else was absolutely Narcissa: his mannerisms, his smile, his way with words.

“I am so happy to see you, (Y/N),” she said, offering her a smile so wide that reminded her of Draco.

As Lucius brought her a chair and left to fetch the tea, (Y/N) felt really out of place. It was not only the looming idea that she was intruding, but also the way in which such domesticity seemed so strange to her. Draco had told her about his life growing up, how he had a seemingly happy childhood, even if his parents were – to an extent – emotionally distant. The Manor was huge for him alone, but his parents dotted on him and cared for him. (Y/N) imagined that this scene, three people sitting close by in the middle of a huge room, was a constant in Draco’s childhood.

As minutes went by and both women engaged in small talk, (Y/N) let go the idea that Draco would barge through the door at any moment. She then concentrated in her current situation, trying to figure out why would they, of all people, invite her over for tea. Narcissa noticed this and pursed her lips.

“I am going to be direct with you, (Y/N). I know it must be very strange, our invitation, I mean. I do wish we had done it sooner, for I have a lot to thank you. The matter at hand, though, is not a joyous one,” she explained, carefully, “we are very worried for our son”.

(Y/N) gulped. She was about to respond when Lucius came back, balancing three cups and a teapot. As he made his way to them. He served the three cups with effortless elegance.

“I hope you like jasmine tea, Miss (Y/L/N) ,” he said as he offered her a cup.

“Yes, it is excellent,” she answered, trying to adopt a posher inflection in her voice.

Lucius and Narcissa shared a meaningful look. “I was just telling (Y/N) how we are worried about Draco,” she explained, almost as a though it was a nuisance.

“Worried?” Lucius scoffed dramatically, “I am not worried. If anything, I am mad and disappointed. He is tarnishing the family name with his stupidity.”

“He is worried,” Narcissa decided. Lucius sighed and nodded in response.

They talked for a while about how he had gotten into drinking. It had started with a glass of firewhiskey every other day, then he was drinking every night, going to bars and partying until very odd hours. The conversation flowed between Narcissa and (Y/N), with Lucius adding his somewhat scathing remarks. They talked about the articles in the Daily Prophet and the stupid moniker.

“I have not talked to him in a long time, Mrs. And Mr. Malfoy,” she said at some point. Her vision got a bit blurry with tears, but she was determined not to cry in front of them. She tried to blink them away to no avail. She looked away. Lucius took her cup from her trembling hands and Narcissa enveloped her in a hug. (Y/N) started crying on her shoulder.

“I wish there was something I could do. I tried. I really tried,” she sobbed.

(Y/N) felt really stupid for how she was behaving. But both Narcissa and Lucius were surprisingly nice about it.

“Dear, we did not invite you here to ask you to do something. We know if anyone has tried to help our son, it has been you. I was really sick, you know? As a matter of fact, I almost died. If you ever get that hippogriff virus, please do take it seriously. When I was delirious, only two things truly worried me, (Y/N): one was leaving Lucius behind and the other one was Draco. My son’s life is an utter chaos as it is. And I know my husband and I have a very big responsibility and a lot of blame for his bad decisions, but I also know the kind of person I gave birth to. And he is a good person. I know you saw something in him. Something good. And as I started getting a little better, my heart was suddenly set on one thing. I needed to know you. I needed to know that someone out there genuinely cares for my son and sees him for who he is, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) felt her heart heavy with longing. She took Narcissa’s hands. “I love your son,” she said and immediately felt her face getting hot, “a –as a friend, I mean. It’s no secret we haven’t talked much in the last year…but I still care for him. I think I will always care for him.”

Narcissa squeezed her hands and smiled at her. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

As Lucius was escorting (Y/N) out of the manor, they bumped into Draco himself. He could barely stand on his own. He reeked of alcohol. His eyes were glossy and an easy smile was set on his face. Lucius frowned. The sight, however, broke (Y/N)’s heart.

“Hellooooo, father,” he slurred.

“Draco, where were you?” Lucius countered, trying to be as patient as possible.

“Around,” Draco said.

“You have been around for three days now. Your mother was very worried.”

(Y/N) winced. Draco took notice of her. At first, he didn’t recognize her (or maybe he didn’t want to recognize her), once he was sure it was her, he tried to stand up a little straighter. He gave her what he thought was a charming smile, but his mind was so hazy it was actually pitiful.

“Hello, Dray,” (Y/N) whispered, trying to keep her emotions in check. As she said this, though, Draco lunged forward clumsily and gave her a hug that felt almost like he was slumping onto her. (Y/N) held him in place, almost collapsing under his weight.

“I’ve missed you so so so so so so so so so much, (Y/N/N). I promise I’ll write more. I miss you,” he said, covering her face with kisses. His breath also stank of alcohol. Although his words were a consolation, his deplorable state made her very sad.

“Behave, boy. I thought I had raised you better,” said Lucius in annoyance.

He grabbed Draco by his shirt and pushed him away from (Y/N). Uncoordinated as he was, he fell on his bum. He searched for (Y/N)’s face, teary eyed. As they made eye contact, (Y/N) was reminded of a very small child. She wanted to cradle him in her arms again and reassure him that everything was going to be alright. (Y/N) knew that wasn’t the best idea. Her thoughts were echoed by Lucius, who, as kindly as possible, asked her to leave.

(Y/N) kneeled in front of Draco, who looked at her with a bit of sorrow and a great deal of confusion. She kissed his cheek and he smiled.

“Take care, Draco,” she said very softly.

Just thinking about that now, as Ginny blended her eyeshadow, gave her enough reasons to want to apparate in Malfoy Manor. She knew her friends were right; she couldn’t save Draco forever. She couldn’t change him either.

As Hermione and Ginny pushed her in front of her mirror, (Y/N)’s heart was shattered. She looked beautiful. The dress fit perfectly. Her makeup was incredible and her hair was twisted in a delicate braid. Somehow, even like that, she felt like hiding herself under her bedspread. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her doorbell.

Ernie had arrived.

…

“I can’t believe I’m going out with a published author,” Ernie said with a cheeky smile.

“Oh, it’s just a couple of short stories in The Hogsmeade Review. It’s not a big deal,” she answered before taking a sip of her wine.

“The Hogsmeade Review is a big deal, (Y/N/N),” he countered, “it’s where most big shot writers started. I believe Newt Scammander published his first essays there as well. Can you imagine your novels becoming standard Hogwarts readings?”

Ernie had a very articulated opinion on everything. At times during the date, (Y/N) would let him talk and talk and talk, until he seemed to exhaust his information on whatever they were now discussing. Did it bore her? To infinity and beyond. She couldn’t deny, though, that his enthusiasm was a bit infectious as well and she needed something like that at the moment. And, surprisingly, she wasn’t having a bad time.

So, when he asked her out for a second date, she bit the inside of her cheek and accepted.

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lowkeysaurus · 4 years ago

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Queen of My Heart ; Draco Malfoy

summary: draco’s always loved watching you do your hair. prompt: "until that day, you know you are the queen of my heart.” requested? “ would you be open to doing a draco x black fem reader where they have a kid and she’s teaching how to do their hair :) and then draco can’t help but to boast that he did their hair everytime his family or someone compliments it :) “ pairings: draco malfoy/reader warnings: n/a, pure fluff notes: black!female!reader

Copyright Disclaimer under section 107 of the Copyright Act of 1976, allowance is made for “fair use” for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, education and research, thereby I do not own the rights to any of the characters shown in the below writing.

Draco had always loved watching you do your hair. The first time he’d met you, he’d been absolutely enamored. He’d seen people of colour before of course, he wasn’t surprised by that, but by the simple and yet elegant way your hair was done. He’d quickly befriended you and he’d always been very respectful, had been willing to listen to you complain about your struggles, how it always took ages to do your hair, how social prejudice held you back from doing the things you love even as a child, and how dehumanizing it was for random people to come up and ask you if they could touch your hair. He remembered your words clearly, it was fourth year, shortly before you’d begun dating; “I hate it, Draco. I get it, they like my hair, but for years I’ve been treated differently for it and I just want it to stop. It’s like they treat me like a dog, like they can just come up and ask my owner if they can pet me. I’m not an animal, for merlin’s sake.” she’d ranted, head laying in his lap as his hand stroked her arm, thumb rubbing in circular patterns. Back then he’d thanked the heavens that he’d never asked that, he’d never want to make you feel like that. Maybe that’s why it didn’t shock him when he’d lashed out that one time in fourth year when everyone was putting their names in the goblet, one of the durmstrang boys had been walking confidently down the aisle, trying to subtly edge around him to get to the goblet, and had pat your hair and winked at you in passing. Maybe the boy had thought he was being kind, but Draco had watched your face fall and your hands clasp in your eyes, and within seconds his fist had flew forward and, with a mighty crack, he’d broken the boy’s nose. he’d got detention for to weeks for physical assault, but he’d never felt sorry for what he’d done. When asked by Dumbledore in his office to apologize, he’d refused. He remembered your look of awe as he spoke; “With all due respect, I’m not going to apologize for something I’m not sorry for, Professor.” You kissed him after you’d both left the office, knocked the wind right out of him in fact, and gained yourself an evening’s detention from Snape for indecent behavior and public displays of affection.

These days it was both the same and different. You have a son and a daughter, Scorpius and Cassiopeia, Cass for short. Scorpius took after his father for the most part, his skin an orange-brown, almost tawny in shade, though his hair was the same as yours; cloudy, luxurious umber curls. He has his father’s eyes, however; a striking, icy blue-grey. Cass, though, at the age of seven wasn’t particularly satisfied with her hair. She went to a normal wizarding primary school, though she’d quickly noticed how her hair was much different from the others, how her skin was much different too. The first time she’d questioned her father about it, you could swear he had a heart attack. Draco wasn’t the most skilled on 4C hair, in any departments, whether it was actually doing it or just knowing about it. That being said, he’d tried to use you as an example of how beautiful her natural hair was, only for you to walk through the door wearing a weave. To say he felt like crap in that moment was an understatement. After she’d walked off to her room, her shoulders down and her feet dragging dejectedly, he’d explained everything to you. The next day, Draco took Scorpius to get his hair done; he’d come back with a fade and finger-waves, and your daughter had loved it. Scorpius had too, but he was much less vocal about it; he went to school with Blaise’s son, and he’d made friends with Dean Thomas’s daughter, too, and he was also just on a whole not as bothered about hair. Your daughter, though, couldn’t stop gushing. She’d tug on her father’s hand incessantly, eyes wide and bright as ever while her lips pulled into the widest smile he’d seen her wear in weeks, and asked if he could do her hair. He agreed, he’d never been able to refuse the true queen of his heart; only to have to get you to show him how to do it on your own head the same night. You were exhausted the next day, it took some time to teach him and the tugging at your scalp from both of you had left your head sore, and Draco was equally as tired, and so the day after that he’d sat your daughter down in front of your dressing table and he’d done her hair. The style they had decided on was crochet braids. The day before, you’d gone out and bought the bundles even as tired as you were, and today he set to work. It took hours, as Draco wasn’t the most experienced. They took plenty of breaks when his back began to hurt, or when her neck began to hurt, or her head or his fingers, but they got it done. And oh, didn’t she look beautiful. Your husband had done his best to achieve the look she wanted, and while not the neatest, he’d kept going until he got it right. He’d tried his very best, and she looked amazing. To you, you could see how some of the curls had gotten loose with all the fiddling, how some of the braids weren’t as tight as they would have been if you’d done it, but you were so very proud of him anyway. Cass insisted on calling her friends, Lily and Rose and their brothers over to show them her hair. You’d tried to compromise with sending pictures to their parents, knowing how Draco hadn’t been the best of friends with their parents during school, but she’d insisted, and Draco had always been soft for his daughter. Scorpius had managed to wrangle you into calling Blaise and Dean over too, and by extension Seamus and Neville, and with Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny came George and Luna, too. To say the manor was full that day was an understatement. Lucius and Narcissa still stayed with you, though Draco’s grandfather had died while you were still at school, and Narcissa had insisted on Andromeda and Teddy coming too. You didn’t object, only watched all of the children play with Draco and Dean, dogpiling the two adults while joyful laughter filled the air. You sipped your tea and hummed, smiling as Draco eventually escaped and made his way towards your. When Hermione turned to you with a wide grin on her face and laid her hand on your shoulder, you paused at her words, allowing Draco to speak. You watched with barely concealed pride as her eyes widened in surprise, and she began to giggle along with Harry and Ron, and Blaise jabbed at your husbands ribs in jest. “Oh, don’t go complimenting her like that, Granger. That was all me.” You could never be prouder.

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagines #draco malfoy fanfiction #scorpius malfoy #poc reader #female reader #black reader #fluff #draco malfoy fluff #this is softttt

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saltiestdemonloves · 7 years ago

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Look at Her

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: So this was supposed to be for a request but I forgot about the last part of it, but I really like this so I'm still going to post it. I AM going to get the request done today though so don't worry. And I only just realized this when I went to paste the request down. So everything else was already written.

Draco saw Y/n for the first time in first year. She was as bright as the colors she was wearing. She sat on the bench in the courtyard while reading a book. He had been teasing and taunting some of the other children when his eyes fell on her. Y/n happens to look up at the same time and their eyes meet, he feels himself melt. His cheeks reddened and his chest fills with warmth.

Draco wanted to go to her that second but Goyle calls his name and points somewhere else. He turns to look at her one more time and raises his hand for the slightest of waves and she returns it.

Over the years, Draco tried his best to avoid her. His father wouldn't approve of her being a Hufflepuff as well as being a mudblood. But she seemed so nice and she makes it so hard.

Draco was bantering with Harry when Y/n approached him for the first time. "In what world do you think you're going to win, Potter?"

"At least I've got a fighting chance, Malfoy."

"E-Excuse me? Draco?"

Draco huffs and turns to glare up at her before he recognizes her and falters, "L/n?"

"Y/n,” She corrects, “I was wondering if you could help me."

Already there were whispers around them as students watched the interaction. "Help?" Draco asks, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"You're one of the top wizards, Snape suggested that I come to you for some help in Potions class," Y/n explains, her voice soft and calm. It sounded like music and washed over him as he did. Her presence left him flustered and fuzzy-minded. "Uh...sure?"

Y/n smiles and his heart skips a beat. "Do you think we could meet up in the courtyard? It's easier for me to focus outside."

Draco nods quickly, "Yes, um, later? After our next class?"

Y/n's smile widens and her eyes sparkle, she nods back before turning and walking away. Draco's eyes follow her as she leaves, his mouth quirking into a smile as she bounces slightly with each step.

"Have a crush, Malfoy?"

"Shut it, Potter."

Draco waits nervously by the bench that he's seen her sit at. He tries not to look nervous though and keeps a stoic and calm exterior. Finally, when Draco feels he's waited long enough he recollects his things while mumbling underneath his breath, "Don't know why I bothered, probably a-"

"Wait!"

Draco freezes, only moving to look up and see Y/n rushing forward. Her arms were filled with books as she rushes forward, her hair bouncing wildly around her while she moves. Y/n huffs out as she breathes, "I'm sorry, I meant to come earlier but one of the younger students got hurt and I helped them to the infirmary."

"Oh," Draco chews on his cheek before nodding, "alright."

Y/n smiles and giggles softly before setting her books down and holding her hand out. Draco frowns at it before looking back up at her in confusion. "A proper introduction," she smiles, "I don't think we've ever had one."

Draco pauses but Y/n is ever so patient and only smiles softly. Draco huffs out a soft laugh and smiles while he shakes her hand, "A pleasure."

The two sit down and start their lessons, unaware of the eyes of the others. Or the confusion brought by Draco associating not only with a Hufflepuff but a mudblood as well.

Since then, despite the disapproval it might bring from his parents, Draco has fought to stay close to Y/n. While he may be cold and tough with others, with Y/n he just melts.

Y/n is a soft and passionate girl, she has a very mellow personality and is very patient. It shows when while she was sitting by the lake, writing in her plant journal, Draco storms up to her full of anger and loathing.

It hardly affects her and she smiles up at him, "Hello."

Draco plops down on the blanket next to her. "Hi," he says bitterly. "Harry and you go at it again?" Y/n asks, taking notice of the bruise forming on his cheek. Draco huffs and turns to look away from her, "You could say that."

"Who did it?" She asks reaching forward to touch it. Draco moves away from her and she sighs while withdrawing her hand. There's hardly a time when Draco can make her upset but still, the action of shying away from Y/n pulls at her heart and makes her frown. "Draco?" His jaw clenches and he screws his eyes shut, "You promise not to tell."

"Of course." Y/n tilts her head curiously as she waits. Draco huffs and purses his lips before saying, "Hermione, she punched me."

"Oh," Y/n pauses, "and you're upset, that's understandable. No one likes getting punched."

"She's a damned mudblood," Draco yells suddenly making Y/n jump. He exhales roughly, "If my father were to find out that I-" He groans, nose scrunching in aggravation.

"I'm a mudblood," Y/n says softly.

It makes Draco's blood freeze the way she says it, so sad and soft that he could hardly hear it. He turns to look at her, his mouth opened to apologize but the words stick in his throat. Y/n was looking down, plucking at the grass while blinking away tears that Draco will never forgive himself for causing. "Y/n I...I didn't mean..." Draco sighs, "I'm sorry."

She looks up at him and sighs before nodding, "I forgive you."

"You shouldn't," he mumbles.

"Why wouldn't you look at me?" Y/n asks. It makes Draco's brows draw together in confusion, "What?"

"You wouldn't look at me when you first came here, why?"

Draco hums and rubs the back of his neck, a small smile forming, "Uh, well, I wanted to stay mad for a bit longer."

"What does that have to do with me?"

Draco laughs softly, "You're completely unaware, aren't you?"

Y/n smiles but her eyes held confusion. Draco laughs again and rubs his face with his hand before looking at her and chuckling, "Y/n you have this power over me. It's unreal. Whenever I'm around you or I'm looking at you, I can't be mad or mean. You make me so...happy that I can't be anything else."

"Oh," Y/n pauses before giggle, "that's so sweet."

Draco grins and nods sheepishly, his cheeks reddening. Y/n smiles at him and shakes her head. A comfortable silence settles on them and Draco looks up at the lake, watching as the creatures underneath flick the water. Y/n inhales, "Draco?"

He hums and turns to look at her, cool grey eyes meeting her own. "May I treat your bruise? The Weasley's made a paste for it, I know how to make it."

Draco smiles and nods, "Of course."

(A/n: This is sort of my headcanon of what would happen after Deathly Hallows pt. 2 and he and the reader were together.)

"Draco?" His eyes screw shut at the sound of her voice, he breathes raggedly and shakes his head. Even through the sounds of celebration he hears his mother clear her throat and looks at her, her hand held out expectantly she nods at him, "Come on, Draco."

Then there's Y/n, worn and tired from the battle. Wounds of her own leaving her weak. "Drac?" She looks at him, he refuses to turn to look at her. "Look at me," she says hoarsely. Narcissa raises her brow at the little Hufflepuff girl who was also holding her hand out to Draco. Surely she doesn't think that he will stay for her.

But still, Y/n persists, "If you can look at me and still go, I won't beg. I won't be mad, but please just one more time, look at me."

Draco grimaces before slowly turning, his eyes down on the ground as he does. Then once he was facing her, Draco slowly raises his eyes and just like all the time before he melts. Even covered in dirt, cuts, and bruises, he couldn't help but think she's so beautiful. Y/n will let him decide, won't say anything and won't beg. She'll wait.

"Draco!" Narcissa and Lucious both stare at him in shock when they see his reluctance. He turns and looks at them. Then it dawns on him, although he loves his family, loves his mother, cares for his father, they don't make him feel the way she does. Y/n makes him feel safe and free in ways his mother and father never could. He feels cared for and loved, appreciated. He sighs before weakly whispering, "I'm sorry."

Lucious' lips press together and Narcissa's hand falls. "I'm sorry," he says again. His parents both curtly nod before turning to one another and grabbing each others arm. They quickly walk away only stopping so Narcissa can turn and say, "We'll be waiting for you at home, son."

That's the only sign of forgiveness he's sure to receive. Draco nods as he swallows down the knot in his throat before looking back at Y/n. She smiles at him tiredly and opens his arms to him. It takes everything in Draco not to cry on the spot as he runs into them, holding his girl tightly. "I love you," he says into her hair, planting a gentle and wet kiss on it. She sniffles into his chest and squeezes him tighter, "I love you too."

A/n: I'm thinking of doing another part to this, like one that shows what happened after and then a few years later. I really liked writing this.

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cherriescroquetandarchery · 6 years ago

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When the new Professor McCurdy of Mystical Cognition, assigns Luna and Ginny a project on dreams, both girls remember memories, they'd forgotten. As Luna's curiosity for twin souls, leads her to a mysterious book with the help of Narcissa can she find true love? (Ginny x Luna) (Ginny x Harry) (Narcissa/Hermione - Hermione x Ron ) (Implied Bellamione)

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Amaranth : Animae Gemina - Book 1 Chapter 17: Roll of thunder Hear My Cry (now up)

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7239666/1/Amaranth-Animae-Gemina-Book-1

"Once many years ago" Xenophilius began "the great wizard and star Ramandu, had a beautiful daughter, with shimmering silver hair." Here Xenophilius stopped to touch his own daughters golden and shimmering curls.

"She was a wonder and beloved by her father. A star by birth, she lived with her father on a deserted island. For Ramandu, old and wise no longer could tread the great dance. He was a star wizard at rest with only his daughter, together they lived happily. There was no time on the island, except in the mornings sun. When birds from the valley of the sun would bring a fire berry. You see with each berry my darling, he grew younger."

The stars, on the ceiling began to move to dance and spin. Luna watched spellbound to the story she'd heard so very many times.

"One day, a young prince and his friends; some from the muggle world arrived on the island. Surprised and touched by its beauty, they decided to take their rest. When before them stood Ramadu's daughter. No sooner had she spoken then the prince had fallen in love with her; and she with him. Ramandu, gave his daughter willingly to the prince and she became queen over his lands."

"Well don't you look lovely" Bellatrix said stiffly.

"Thank you my love" Narcissa said amused.

"So I'll just be stuck here then' Bellatrix whined "while you go having fun without me."

"Guess so" Narcissa smirked.

"Cissy…." Bellatrix said like a petulant child. "Take me with you."

"Aw Bella" Narcissa chided "you know I can't."

"You could shrink me and put me in your pocket." Bella cooed.

"Ms. Granger" Narcissa said equally stunned completely lost once more, Hermione was unabashedly gorgeous.

"You look absolutely stunning" her cheeks burned - why did you say that?

"Thank you Professor Black" Hermione whispered "As do you."

Did she just say I was beautiful –Hermione's mind screamed.

Narcissa looked down slyly - did Hermione just give me a compliment?

Narcissa daringly took her hand, curtseying and placed a kiss on her hand and Hermione nearly swooned.

"Do you really want to know? Or are you just looking for my weakness Malfoy?" Harry said warningly.

Draco drew back, his heart racing painfully - he'd been so close to showing actual tenderness. Yet Harry's biting remark had stopped him cold. He fidgeted and sighed, he really did honestly want to help. He wanted to be better, he wanted to be the reason those soft sad eyes found joy. He took a deep calming breath, fighting the part of himself that wanted to tell Potter to fuck off, this was laughable.

"No," he said as kindly as he could "I really want to know." He gave his crush a reassuring smile.

Harry's surprise lit up his lifeless eyes and a lopsided smile almost made him look comical.

"I wondered for a while, if ...if...you loved Ginny?"

"Have you...why?" Luna asked frowning.

Hermione blanched she couldn't admit Ginny's dreams, they were told in confidence and now anyway she'd accepted Harry. Still she'd seen through her pretend happiness, Ginny was still running scared.

"I..I ...I" Hermione faltered.

"It's ok Mione, I do love her...for years, since the day my father introduced us. We were just children."

@paper-elf ♥ implied #Bellamione in later chapters

#Hermione Granger #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #narcissa malfoy #narcissa black #Luna Lovegood #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #drarry #cissamione #dreamy redhead #harry potter fanfiction #flemish

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devynwright-writesimagines · 8 years ago

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I Have to Do This | Draco Malfoy x Reader

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Requested (anon): Draco x reader. The reader is a muggle Born. When is auntie finds out she tortures the reader right in front of Draco and it’s killing Draco

A/N: Kind of took some artistic license with this request oops

Word Count: 5,015 (aka long af)

Warning(s): torture, mild violence, mentions of death

Disclaimer(s): Not my gif credit to owner

You walk nervously up the steps leading to Malfoy Manor, twiddling your shaking hands. Your stomach begins to feel like a bottomless pit and home to loads of butterflies. You stare at the large front doors and debate whether or not you should even go in. Draco, your long-term boyfriend, had invited you to his mother’s birthday ball so you could finally meet his parents.

However, you aren’t particularly keen on meeting his parents. They must be lovely people based on the fact they raised Draco to be such a gentleman (to you at least), but their kindness is likely to be thrown out the window when dealing with you. After all, you are a muggle-born who somehow weaseled her way into becoming a Slytherin, something that had never happened until you arrived at Hogwarts. Besides, you already are aware of the fact that Draco’s parents didn’t like you, unless their opinion has miraculously changed. You remember in first year when Draco befriended you, for some odd reason, and he tried to hide a letter he received from his parents regarding you being sorted into Slytherin. However, you were too quick and grabbed it before he could get rid of it.

Draco,

What a pity, a mudblood being sorted into Slytherin. I’ve never heard of such dreadful events. I’m sure dear Salazar is rolling around in his grave for this one. I am disappointed you didn’t write about this as soon as the ceremony was over, it is nearly halfway through your first term. Do not go near whoever this mudblood is, I will write to the school immediately. This must be a mistake, that blasted hat doesn’t know anything. I will have this girl resorted, I cannot believe this has happened. If they are not resorted, though I will make sure they are, do not worry because as I’ve always told you these mudbloods will get what they deserve. Soon enough, soon enough.

Lucius

You swallow hard at the memory of the stone cold words from the most unfatherly letter you’ve ever read. You were never resorted, though for a long while you wish you had been. Bullied for days on end, crying yourself to sleep, it was not much fun to be attending Hogwarts. Though much of the bullying stopped once Draco befriended you, you still don’t know why he did it. All you know is one day after running out of class crying Draco followed you and comforted you. After that day you became inseparable, and once you had Draco by your side no one bothered to mess with you.

However, you had the spine-tingling thought that all of that would change tonight. You don’t have to be told to know that you will be the only one in the manor tonight who is not a pureblood. You also don’t need to be told that everyone here tonight despises muggle-borns, with the exception of Draco.

You continue to stare at the large doors. Once thoughts start to pour in of what the people inside will do to you after realizing you’re indeed of muggle descent you feel yourself starting to back away. There is no way you can step foot in there if you want to go through the night unscathed. You'll just have to send an owl to Draco tomorrow saying you fell ill at the last minute or something like that.

Just then the large doors open and outsteps non other than Draco Malfoy.

“Y/N!” He smiles, which immediately falls as he takes a closer look at you. “Love, you look paler than me," he raises an eyebrow. "What’s the matter?”

“I-I don’t think I can go in,” the corners of your mouth droop and you give him a pleading look.

“Babe,” he starts, pulling you into a tight hug. “I know your a little nervous-”

“Terrified,” you interject, voice muffled by his chest.

“But you truly have nothing to worry about,” he goes on. He backs only his head away so he can look at you. “Nobody’s going to hurt you or say anything bad,” he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’ll make sure of it and I’ll be here the whole night, right by your side.”

“For sure?”

“For sure,” he smiles down at you, before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. His lips linger on yours after and his pale eyes continue to stare down you. “You look absolutely beautiful,” he grins, his lips still nearly touching yours. The feeling of his hot breath sends shivers up your spine.

He takes a step back holding both your hands in his and looks you up and down. A smirk tugs on his lips as he takes time to relish in your absolute beauty; both love and lust prominent in his eyes. You’re wearing a simple, floor-length emerald gown made of silk, topped with a Queen Anne neckline. It’s simple, elegant, classy, and enough to make Draco go mad.

You blush as a few moments go by of him looking you up and down, knowing he definitely likes what he sees. His eyes meet yours again and he smiles at you before taking your hand and twirling you around, a giggle escapes from your lips.

“Belle of the ball,” he smiles while pulling you back into his chest.

“You know you don’t look to shabby yourself,” you smile while straightening his bowtie.

All of your fears and nerves begin to slip away; being with Draco just makes everything go away. Nothing in the world around you even seems to exist when you’re with him. And when he smiles, a true smile derived from pure happiness, one that can only be seen when you’re around, it’s like nothing else matters in the world. All you could ever want is for him to keep that smile.

He wraps an arm around your waist and gives you a tight squeeze, “You ready.”

You nod and he leads you inside the manor. You feel your mouth slightly part as you take foot in the enormous house; it’s absolutely stunning. Draco leads you down a long corridor before coming to a halt in front of another set of two grand doors.

He mentions something of the event taking place in the drawing room, “We- uh -we have lots of,” he gulps midsentence, “Meetings and gatherings in here,” he mumbles. “Only seemed fitting.”

“Do you parents know I’m-”

“Yes,” he cuts you off, already knowing what you’re going to ask. “I told them a few months ago. They weren’t happy at first but after many, many discussions they’ve learned to tolerate our relationship. My mom seems more for it than my father however."

Stepping inside you see it is a grand room with a beautiful mantelpiece and sparkling chandelier. The room is crowded with witches and wizards in only the most elegant fashion gold can buy. They all seem to speak in an auspicious manner while drinking what must be the wizard equivalent of champagne.

The two of you barely step foot into the crowd before you see, you assume, Draco’s parents weaving through the crowd to get to you. You take in a sharp breath at the realization the moment you’ve been dreading since first year is seconds from taking place; coming face-to-face with Draco’s family. Draco gives you another tight squeeze, looks to you, and smiles. Your nerves slightly diminish but are still quite prevalent.

"Draco!” The women, presumably his mother, calls out with her arms outstretched towards Draco. He drops his arm from your waist in order to hug her, “So nice of you to finally join us.”

“Of course, happy birthday mom,” he says, kissing her on the cheek before moving back to your side. “Father,” Draco slightly and quickly bows his head in his father’s direction.

“Draco,” he nods, speaking with the same cold, unfatherly voice you always imagined when reading his letters.

“You must be Y/N,” Draco’s mother turns to you, she has a warm, welcoming smile on her face. “I’m Narcissa Malfoy, Draco’s mother, as you’ve probably concluded,” she smiles. “And this is my husband, of course Draco’s father, Lucius Malfoy,” she says gesturing beside her.

“Pleasure to meet the two of you,” you smile.

“The pleasure is ours,” Lucius speaks up, shocking you. Approaching tonight you were most certain that he would not speak a word to you, yet alone a kind word. You even manage to catch the corners of his mouth turn upwards ever so slightly. “Draco speaks of you constantly.”

You look over and smile at the now blushing boy before you. “Is that so?” A smirk plays on your lips and Draco sheepishly nods.

You look back to his parents and see the resemblance in uncanny. From the pale eyes and silver-blond hair to their actual bone structure. You can also see both of Draco’s major facial expressions on either of his parents. His warm smile he always shows towards you matches his mother’s; while his cold, brooding look that he shows towards most people can be seen on his father. However, his signature Malfoy smirk is much like the ones of both his mother and father.

“Draco, do you mind if I whisk Y/N away for a little talk, women to women,” his mother speaks up.

You look over to him and see he’s already looking at you. “Of course,” he says to his mother while keeping eye contact with you. The look in your eyes shows panic which he knows is from the fact that he promised to stay by your side. He moves to kiss your cheek so he can whisper something only audible to you, “Don’t be nervous, I’ll be close by.”

You nod before moving to go off with his mother. She moves through the crowd with you close on her heel, she says quick hellos to the guests she passes. She grabs two glasses of the wizard equivalent of champagne and hands one to you.

“Don’t tell your parents I let you drink,” she smirks.

“This is really a lovely party,” you say before taking a sip of the drink, which only slightly burns in your throat. “And your home is absolutely spectacular,” you say. Holding you breath, you hope all the things you know to say to Muggle hostesses align with what should be said to witch hostesses.

“Why thank you,” she smiles and you let out a subtle breath of relief. “I would also like to thank you for how happy you make my son,” she adds and you feel your cheeks go pink, unsure of what to say. “I can’t believe it took Lucius and I so long to realize what was going on. I mean the skip in his step along with the permanent smile on his face and the constant sending of letters,” she chuckles at her past ignorance. “We should’ve known he’d found himself the right girl.”

You don’t know what to say but from the looks of it there seems to be a bigger point to Narcissa’s speech. You know she didn’t just bring you over here to speak of her son’s new found happiness, you can see the gears turning and that she has a whole other topic to be discussed. You figure it is better not to interrupt her train of thought with the mentioning your new found happiness from Draco.

“The right girl indeed,” she says after taking another sip of her drink. “I assume he’s treating you like the right girl as well.”

“Of course,” you reply. You suddenly see why she’s pulled you aside, to check up on her son’s behavior. “Draco treats me better than anyone else in my life,” you say, speaking nothing but the truth. Draco treats you as if you were royalty, he willingly drops everything in order to complete a task to make you happy. He speaks nothing but positivity of you both to you and to others. He constantly checks with you to make sure you’re living the best life you can have, knowing you deserve it. You can only try to treat him as well as he treats you.

“That’s good, that’s good,” she nods. “I know he has a tendency to lean towards more bullying behaviors, and I’ve told him I don’t mind that as long as he is a gentleman to ladies such as yourself. Is he doing so?”

“Yes, I find that, to me at least, he is the best gentleman girls can only dream of,” you explain. “And I’ve never seen him use his bullying tendencies towards a girl," you leave out the fact that he bullies that Granger girl, but she’s friends with Potter so it may be more backlash.

"That’s what I like to hear,” she nods.

Just then, a women appears behind her. She has a mass of black, curly hair and many similar facial features. You assume the two must be sisters.

“This must be the girl Draco’s been speaking of nonstop,” the women speaks.

Narcissa tenses up as she notices the arrival of her sister, “This is my sister-”

“Lestrange. Bellatrix Lestrange.” She finishes the thought. "And you are?“ She inquires with a raised eyebrow.

You swallow hard, something about her makes you uneasy. "Y/N Y/L/N.”

A silence fills the space of you three and a menacing smile appears on Bellatrix’s face.

“Y/L/N, hmph? I don’t seem to recall that family,” she speaks, an evil smirk taking over his lips. You automatically feel your stomach reforming into a pit, you know you’ve sold yourself out. Just as you expected their are people in this room who will not tolerate a non-pureblood relationship and she is one of them. "Your family must not have gone to Hogwarts… Or any wizarding school… They’re muggles aren’t they?“ The look on her face is enough to chill you to the core and send shivers up your spine. You don’t respond, the wide-eyed look of terror is enough to tell her the answer.

"Why don’t I take you back to Draco,” Narcissa quickly says to you and before even giving you time to respond she is dragging you by the arm through the maze of people. “Stay away from Bellatrix,” she says to you in a low voice. “Lucius and I both care deeply for our son’s happiness and we see it clearly that you are the source of it. My sister on the other hand will not see that, stay clear of her.”

When you make it back to Draco he meets you with a warm smile and quick kiss. You’re still a little shaken up from your encounter with Bellatrix but do your best to suppress the straight terror she inflicted upon you. Draco will notice and ask what’s wrong if you keep your scared demeanor and the last thing you want is to explain to him the encounter with his aunt. You don’t want to burden him with the thought of her possibly wanting to harm you in any way as Narcissa alluded too.

Hours slowly tick away, you never leave Draco’s side. A few people have tried to pull him away to discuss business matters with him but he refuses to leave your side and the others refuse to speak of such matters in front of you for some odd reason. What business matters could many aging wizards need to discuss with a sixteen year-old boy in complete private?

It’s not until guest start trickling out the doors that someone manages to tear Draco away from you. He looks back to you as he’s being dragged away by an old wizard who begins talking at a rapid speed. He gives you a worried look and you simply shrug, showing you are no longer as paranoid. You’ve made it almost the whole night and only one person had something bad to say to you. What could go wrong in the next minute or so.

Everything. Everything could go wrong in the next minute or so.

When Draco disappears from sight a cold hand firmly grips your upper arm. Before you can even look at the mysterious person you feel the world around you beginning to twist and turn, you feel your body contracting; suddenly you’re in a whole new location. You’ve apparated for the first time, you quickly become nauseous from the quick, unexpected movement. You grip a hand over mouth and clutch another to your stomach, praying you aren’t about to vomit.

“Can the poor, unfit mudblood not handle apparition,” you hear the same venomous tone from before speak up. It’s Bellatrix. “I always knew your kind made awful witches and wizards.”

You look around at you surroundings, concluding you’re still the manor just a different room. Though, how far you maybe in relation to where everyone else is frightens you. The evil smirk plastered on Bellatrix’s face as she circles you like a shark makes you even more nauseous than you already are. What is she going to do? Is there anyone close enough to come save you if needed?

You swallow hard, both in fear and to suppress anything that might be making its return, “What do you want from me?”

She stops in front of you and stares for a second. Seeming dumbstruck at the fact that you couldn’t possibly understand what she has in store for you. “Is it not obvious?” She smirks before taking out her wand and pointing it straight at you. “Crucio!” She bellows and a flash of red strikes you in the chest, knocking you to your knees.

A surge of pain emits throughout you’re entire body, pain like you’ve never felt before. You feel as though your internal organs are on fire, white-hot knives are penetrating every inch of your body, someone is ripping you limb from limb, you wish for it to stop. Bellatrix spends the next few seconds just staring at you with that menacing look of hers. The seconds feel like eternity to you.

You’re screaming in pain, wailing on your knees, begging her to lift the curse off from you. You wish anything to cause it to stop, you even wish for death to swarm over and take all the pain away. Bellatrix slowly steps closer to you, laughing maniacally.

“You want the pain to stop?” She questions as tears begin streaming down your face. You nod, gasping in pain, knowing she won’t lift it. “That’s too bad, I don’t like to end things that give me pleasure,” she lifts your chin with her cold index finger. “And I love seeing your kind suffer.” You let out another scream and she slams a hand over your mouth before slowly raising a finger to her lips. “Shhhh we wouldn’t want anyone to come in and steal my fun,” she smirks. “Not that anyone would save you,” she pretend pouts, by now your gasping for air to fill what feels like, but isn’t, a collapsed lung. “No one in their right mind would save you,” she speaks. “Though, as it seems my dear nephew isn’t in his right mind; for if he was he wouldn’t even look at you, yet alone bring you into this house.” She drops her hand from your mouth, hoping to hear you plead for mercy.

“Please, stop!” You cry out, body shaking. “I can’t take it!”

“You want me to lift the curse?” She inquiries and you nod vigorously, only causing you more pain. “Will you do anything for me to lift the curse?”

“Yes,” you croak out.

“Fine… All you must do for me to lift the curse,” she grabs your shaking face and holds it to look you straight in the eye. “Is to keep your mudblood disgrace of a witch away from my nephew.”

“I don’t think so,” someone says from the doorway, not just anyone, but Draco. He has his wand raised and aimed at Bellatrix. Even with all the pain inflicted upon you manage to sigh in relief at the sight of him. "Let her go,“ he sneers.

Bellatrix snaps her head at him, grinning as though this is going just as she planned. "As you wish,” and with a wave of her wand all the pain vanishes and you let out a gasp.

Draco lowers his wand and sprints to you, quickly kneeling beside you. You fall into his arms just as he go to wrap them around you. You’re still shaking, loud sobs escape your lips. For a moment you’re so glad it’s over… But why is it? Bellatrix doesn’t seem like the kind of witch to back down when a sixteen year-old is pointing a wand at her. What else does she have in store? It must be much worse; the thought sickens you.

“I wouldn’t get too comfy,” she chuckles, proving your thoughts true. This time she points her wand at Draco, “Imperio!”

“No!” You shout but it’s no use, you can already see Draco’s eyes glossing over and any sign in his eyes of himself and his thoughts are gone. "Why are you doing this?“ You shout.

"Because,” she moves over to you. “If my doing isn’t enough to send you away maybe his will be,” her evil smirk never fades.

“It won’t be his doing it will be yours,” you spit.

She presses her wand against your neck, “Watch your tone, mudblood.” You look back over to Draco, sitting there lifeless. “The image of his actions embedded in your mind will be enough for you to leave. And don’t even think of running off.” She continues to press her wand against your neck and you watch her pull out a knife from her pocket.

“What are you going to do?” You gulp nervously.

“It’s not what I’m going to do,” she grins, then places the knife in Draco’s hand. “It’s what he’s going to do.”

A moment of silence which you know is filled with Bellatrix sending orders into Draco’s mind. Looking blankly at you with his still lifeless eyes he grabs your arm.

“Draco don’t,” you grab his wrist of the hand which holds the knife, now pointing towards your arm. He looks at you, still no life in his eyes. “Draco fight it, don’t do what she’s saying,” you desperately plead. “Draco you’re strong enough,” at those words you see a flash of life in his eyes, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared. Then, he begins to press the knife into your arm.

You scream out in pain, though physically it doesn’t seem so bad due to fact you were just under the Cruciatus Curse. Emotionally and mentally, however, is a pain like never before. Even though you know it’s not his doing seeing the boy you love go to cause you any pain hurts worse than any curse to be thrown your way. When you scream out you see Draco flinch, pause, shake his head and continue to drag the knife across your skin. You feel a sense of hope, this shows he is still in there he just needs to be brought up to the surface. You look at your arm and see an M and a U carved into it, dripping with blood. You know what Bellatrix is making him write.

“Draco stop,” you cry. “You can fight the curse, I know it,” you scream out to him, more life filling his eyes with each word. Bellatrix notices this and presses her wand harder into your neck.

“Speak one more word and it will be your last,” she threatens, her cold voice is enough to make you fall to silent sobs.

Draco drops the knife to the floor, hands shaking and a bit of life in his eyes. You look down at the now completed wound and wince. The word mudblood will now be forever scarred on your arm.

“I’m so sorry,” you hear the faintest whisper come from Draco. You look up to him, tears filling your eyes at the sound of his broken voice. His face is pinched, as though trying not to cry, as he stares at the mark he’s left on your arm. Blood is starting to drip onto the white, marble floor.

“Draco,” he looks at you and you see more of the life restored in his eyes drain away, only a small bit is left.

Bellatrix angrily stands up and marches to the other side of the room, straight across from you. Draco follows her and a pit forms in your stomach, you know something bad is about to happen. You can tell Bellatrix sends him another order, for he raises his wand and points it at you. His arm is shaking and he pinches his eyes nearly closed to hold back tears, even so you can she the small amount of himself in his eyes.

“Say the words Draco,” Bellatrix spits. “End her already.”

“Draco don’t do this,” you wail at the realization of what she’s trying to make him do. “You can fight it,” you scream.

“I can’t,” he quietly says, you can barely hear him from where you are. “Don’t you understand?" His voice breaks. "I have to do this.”

Your heart breaks at that. “No, you don’t!” You cry out.

“Yes, I do,” he shakes his head. “I love you but I’m not strong enough.”

“You are strong enough, I know you are, I believe in you,” you shout, voice ringing through the room.

There’s a silence. It’s followed by Draco unpinching his eyes and slowly lowering his wand. “You believe in me,” he whispers, all life restored in his eyes. The two of you let out relieved sighs and he runs over to you. Falling before you he quickly engulfs you in his arms.

“I’m so sorry,” he cries on your shoulder. You both sit there, in each others arms, shaking and sobbing violently, the blood from your arm soaking into his clothes.

“This is ridicules,” Bellatrix snaps while gripping Draco’s shoulder and flinging him to the side. She raises her wand at you, “Avada- ”

“Expelliarmus!” You hear someone yell from the doorway. Bellatrix’s wand is flung from her hands before she can complete the curse. You turn to see, to your surprise, Lucius standing in the doorway being the one to come to your rescue. “There will be no murder on my wife’s birthday,” he speaks in his stone cold voice. He looks to you, bleeding on the floor, and gives an apologetic look. “Draco why don’t you take Y/N to your room to get washed up, while I have a word with your aunt,” his ever emotionless voice managing to show signs of anger.

Draco scrambles over to you, he helps you to your feet and wraps an arm around your waist before helping you walk out of the room. You two stay silent on the long walk to his room. Once inside he takes you into the bathroom, picks you up and has you sit on the counter. He silently pulls out a towel, dampens it, and begins dabbing your still bleeding wound.

“I’m so sorry,” he croaks out, looking up at you.

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. When looking at him you can only see tonight’s events, him dragging a knife across your skin, him preparing to kill you, and him insisting he has to do so. It makes you sick to your stomach and you just want to run away and never look at him again. You swallow hard, this is what she wanted.

He wraps your arm up in bandages and goes back into his room to find some clothes of his to lend to you for the night. He hands you a pair of silk, green pajama pants and button shirt and tells you he’ll send an owl to your parents as to why you won’t be returning tonight. You nod in thanks, still unable to speak to him. When he leaves the room you change and sit quietly on the edge of his bed, looking thoughtfully at your hands.

You don’t look up at him when he renters the room, or when he goes to sit beside you after changing. However, you do flinch when he grasps your hand in his. He lets out a pained sigh.

“Y/N I’m so sorry,” he says. “I didn’t want to do any of that, I was under her control,” he explains. “You understand that, don’t you? You understand that I would never want to hurt you, right? I love you too much to ever hurt you, don’t you know that?”

You look up at his, slightly frowning, pain evident in your eyes. “You were going to kill me,” you quietly say. “I’ll never be able to forgive nor forget that,” you look back at your hands, avoiding looking at him. He looks almost as pained as you. “I guess Bellatrix got what she wanted,” you sigh. “I can’t even look at you without seeing you getting ready to-” you trail off, not wanting to end your obvious thought.

“What happens now then?” his voice breaks.

You look up at him tears filling in your eyes, his doing the same. “Tomorrow morning I go home,” you start, “and we’re over.”

“No,” he shakes his head, grabbing one of your hands in both of his. “You can’t leave me, not now, not now,” tears fall from his eyes. “You said you believe in me,” he chokes out. “You’re the only person that does, and I need you more than ever right now.”

“Draco, I may not know what’s been going on recently but I’ve noticed your different,” you explain. “And none of that made me put our relationship in question but this does.”

“Please,” he whispers.

“I can’t be with you after tonight,” you shake your head. “Every time I look at you I’ll see you preparing to kill me.”

“You can’t leave me,” he cries.

“Don’t you understand,” you spit his own words back at him. “I have to do this.”

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when people are convinced that narcissa malfoy nee black was named after the stars and make public posts about it...

So, earlier on this morning I was searching through the Narcissa Black tag, when I come across this post right a the very top of the tag:

“It kills me when people make comments about how Narcissa wasn’t named in the Black tradition of constellations. She was! Narcissa is the female form of Narcissus, the constellation of the twins Castor and Pollux.”

The person who posted this, also had gone on to reblog their own post to add this additional information:

“Also, maybe this was on purpose. Maybe Cygnus was upset that after three children he still did not have a male heir and chose to name his last daughter after a masculine named constellation. Just sayin’.”

Now, if anyone knows me well enough, they will know how much I adore Narcissa and the Black family, and the entire Harry Potter series. And how there is no way I could just brush past this post and not say something. So I took a screenshot of the post to show to a couple of my favourite people, because I was so baffled that someone could actually believe this.

This person, has within the last hour now removed these posts (because, I hope, someone else has taken the time to actually correct them - this is also why I am choosing not to name their blog publicly) but when I showed them to my one of my friends, she let me see that she’d had the same argument with another blog (which, happens to suspiciously be named similarly to the one I saw posting, so we are both wondering if it is the same person). But none the less, this other person had replied to a post about the Black family’s names with:

“Actually, Narcissa is named after a constellation as well.”

Now this takes me on to the reason I am making this post -

NARCISSA MALFOY NEE BLACK WAS ABSOLUTELY 100% -NOT- NAMED AFTER A CONSTELLATION.

She wasn’t. This point has been made very clear so many times over at least the last decade.

There are two possibilities of where her name comes from:

(i). Narcissa derives from Narcissus, the plant. Narcissus is a genus of perennial herbaceous bulbiferous geophytes, but more commonly to me and you, it is a daffodil. Not a star or constellation, but a flower that dies back in to an underground bulb after flowering, and regrows at the same time (usually spring) the following year.

(ii). Narcissa possibly also derives from Narcissus, in Greek Mythology. Narcissus (/nɑːrˈsɪsəs/; Greek: Νάρκισσος, Nárkissos) was a hunter from Thespiae in Boeotia who was known for his beauty. He was the son of the river god Cephissus and nymph Liriope. He was proud, in that he disdained those who loved him. Nemesis noticed this behavior and attracted Narcissus to a pool, where he saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love with it, not realizing it was merely an image. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection, Narcissus lost his will to live. He stared at his reflection until he died. Narcissus is the origin of the term narcissism, a fixation with oneself and one’s physical appearance.

Now there are other possibilities from where her name come from, if you type the word "Narcissus" in to google, it will bring up other possibilities, but none of which have any links to astronomy.

So that leaves me to wonder, just where are these people (or person) getting their information from? Where is it that they are certain she is named after a star when she quite clearly is not? Well, after a quick trip to Google myself, I found their supposedly "credible" source.

www.staracle.com

They are literally claiming that they are right and everyone else is wrong based off of a ridiculous, and 100% unofficial name your own star for free website.

This website allows literally anyone to create an account and name their own star whatever they like for free, or you can pay money to get a silly online certificate. You only have to take a look around this website to know that it is in no way official. They literally state EXACTLY THIS themselves:

“The only official authority to name stars is the International Astronomical Union (IAU). And they won't let you name a star. Therefore, any star naming service you find on the Internet will simply keep your name in their private database, but it will never be the star's official name.” (x)

If people don’t believe that you can’t officially name a star unless you are the IAU, there is also this article here (x)

But yet, because someone has named a star Narcissus on this website, people are honestly believing that it is fact that Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was also named after a star like the rest of her family.

Even if we were to take this website as being actual fact, if we were to assume that JK Rowling herself thought that it must be true since this website has a star named after her, the dates don’t add up at all.

Any Potter fan, or person with the ability to Google can tell you that ALL of the Harry Potter books were released by the year 2007, and all of the films were out by 2011. But, staracle kindly lets people know when others named stars, and when did some ordinary member of the public name one Narcissus? In 2014. LONG after Narcissa had been introduced in to our lives and won our hearts. So there is no way anyone can even suggest that our Queen JK must have seen this website when she named Draco’s mother.

And so there you have it. Narcissa was not named after the stars. Any information online that suggests that she is, is in no way fact. It’s unofficial nonsense that even I can do myself.

I really wish that people would really read their sources on the internet, rather than just seeing a name on a website and thinking WELL THIS MUST BE TRUE. Because it would save people jumping to correct them.

And it would save ridiculously long posts like this one.

#narcissa black #narcissa malfoy #harry potter #rant #i still can't believe people actually think that she was #like how?????

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