#As mommy Narcissa said: He's just a boy

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I don't care what your motivations are. If you sent a 15 year old boy who was just trying to save his sister to a place like THIS then I DON'T. FUCKING. TRUST YOU.

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Why do you think Sirius gave up on his family? Do you think he thought they would forgive him for becoming friends with a blood traitor so he just did what he wanted but as the war progressed he realized he has to actually make a choice? Like he took it as a rebellion and angst at the beginning and only later realized how real the pressure was? Did he not love them enough? What was the deal there? (I know you are a Snape account but I love your takes on other characters as well that's why I'm asking for your opinion on this. Btw I read your fic and I love the way you write Snape's internal dilemas)

Well, you can ask me about any character—I don’t exclusively talk about Severus hahaha and i love to rant about things so... Also, Sirius? Can’t stand him. But I like him as a character because I find him so cynical and hypocritical that he’s absolutely fascinating. I’ve always had this love-hate relationship with rich kids from ultra-conservative families who play at being progressives and think they’re these righteous justice warriors but, at the end of the day, are still just privileged kids with privileged prejudices and privileged habits. And I mean that sincerely—no irony intended. I’ve met plenty of people like that in my life, and I think Sirius is a very realistic representation of the cognitive dissonance that people like this tend to have.

That said, here’s something I’ve always thought. Obviously, this is a personal headcanon based on my own experiences with people who fit his profile, but I think it holds water. Usually, people like this—those who grow up in oppressive environments and eventually become atheist anti-religion types, join the communist party to scandalize their ultra-right-wing parents, or turn into crypto bros after ditching the vegan hippie commune their parents raised them in—do this stuff in late adolescence, almost as adults. But Sirius? He starts rebelling really early, as a kid. By the time he’s 11, he already feels the need to rebel against his family.

It happens the moment he meets James, when James establishes that Slytherin is the worst. Sirius comments—offhandedly, without any resentment or anger—that his whole family’s been in Slytherin. He doesn’t seem like he’s at war with them yet, but you can tell he kind of likes the idea of not being in Slytherin just to piss them off. Add to that the fact that he hints in OotP that his dad was a pushover and calls Regulus an idiot—like he was just a fool—but he doesn’t seem truly resentful toward either of them. Sure, they didn’t have a great relationship, but when he talks about them, it’s more with antipathy than hatred. All of this leads me to the same conclusion: mommy issues.

Sirius had major mommy issues—or at least, that’s how I see it. Rich boys with daddy issues rebel by trying to become powerful men, detached from the arena where their fathers succeeded, but determined to surpass them. Rich boys with mommy issues? They turn into psychos. Seriously, that’s just how it works—I don’t make the rules. I think Sirius always clashed hard with Walburga because (and this is my favorite part, because this isn’t just a headcanon; I’m absolutely convinced of this from the little we see of their interactions—or of him with the portrait—in the books) they had the same shitty personality.

Walburga was a dominant, explosive woman with an imposing, even despotic, character. It’s very reminiscent of Bellatrix and, by extension, very much like Sirius. I think Regulus and Orion had similar personalities—the same kind Narcissa shows: arrogant, smug, classist, but restrained and composed. Egocentric, but calm. Walburga, Sirius, and Bellatrix are the other side of that aristocratic coin: the type who believe they’re entitled to everything and everyone, the kind who bulldoze over everything in their path. They’re wild and uncontrollable personalities, especially if someone tries to rein them in.

In my mind, Sirius took after his mom, and Walburga couldn’t stand having someone so much like her constantly challenging her authority. Sirius, meanwhile, couldn’t stand her trying to control him. So at age 11, his rebellion was probably just a tantrum aimed at his mom, a way to piss her off as much as possible. From there—and thanks to James’s influence, as well as the credit Sirius gave James because, spoiler-not-spoiler, James was also a rich pureblood wizard like him—he started adopting James’s worldview. Not because it was rooted in firm beliefs or clear reasoning, but because James had a family that wasn’t insane, so he was probably right. And if parroting James’s ideas at home gave his mom a few gray hairs, all the better.

It snowballed and escalated until the relationship was unsalvageable. James offered him a place to stay if he wanted to leave, and Sirius moved out. But the start of it all? A tantrum aimed at mommy. Sirius has some massive mommy issues he just can’t handle. And the funniest part? He’ll do anything to avoid being like her. He’ll go to any length to do the exact opposite of what she would do. But in the end, because they share the same awful personality, he behaves in the same violent, despotic, narcissistic way she did—just with different victims: Kreacher or Severus, for example.

It’s a brilliant little Oedipal case study.

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Not ready-D.M

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x pregnant!fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, war, dead parents, birth and pain.

A/N: hello loves, in this fic, Draco doesn't have access to his family wealth and money, but he works for his money along with y/n <3 yeah yeah annoying right?

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“Yeah- Jesus, Dray give me space.” You breathed heavily, pushing him away with a light chuckle as the end of a contraction rippled through your body. “It’s not bad. It might be false labor again.”

“I don’t know.” He crossed his arms, fidgeting his feet, not able to stand still. “You’re a week overdue. I think this is happening.”

“I think my opinion on that is more valid than yours.” You huffed, leaning back on the couch and kicking your socked feet up on the coffee table. “And I say, baby isn’t coming today. I don’t feel it.

He rolled his metallic eyes at your stubbornness and sat beside your kicked up feet, patting your purple socks and giving them a squeeze. “You ready to be a mommy?” He gave you a playful smirk.

You hummed through your teeth, relaxing from the previous uncomfortableness. “Are you ready to be a daddy?” You gave him a look

You both gave each other uneasy looks with sly smiles, looking down at your belly. “I’m excited to finally meet her.” His veiny palm went to your navel, rubbing softly. “You have a connection with her that I don’t. I hope..I hope that we’ll be able to bond.”

You placed your hand atop of his, guiding it to a foot that was prodding your side. “You have a connection, Draco. Trust me. I’m the one who’s carrying her, remember? I’ve got a junior miss Draco Malfoy in here.”

He laughed genuinely, leaning down to give your tummy a kiss. “Hurry up, okay? Daddy wants to meet you.”

Nine months ago both you and Draco thought your lives were going to be ruined by the accidental pregnancy, but now, the two of you couldn’t be happier. Your lives were now extremely domesticated. You owned an apartment together, worked jobs and owned your own vehicles. You were even engaged. The boy who didn’t have a choice, the former death eater had grown up. And it was only because of how much he loved you. His friends often made fun of him in the beginning, teasing him for how much he’d changed, when in reality, he hadn’t changed all that much.

The beginning of the pregnancy was hard for both of you. Draco had a lot of unresolved trauma from his own childhood, making him doubt his abilities of a father. If it hadn’t been for Narcissa, you weren’t sure if he would of been able to snap out of it. And then you had your own doubts about mother hood, and you had no mother to help you through your curiosity, but Draco was there for you. It had been you two since day one. You leaned on each other and took care of one another. You were just adding another number to the bunch.

You lived in an apartment complex in Diagon Alley. Rent was surprisingly not terrible, and with two paying jobs, you were both able to keep bills caught up and ready your daughters nursery. He’d wanted to do it himself, but you said no, so he left the decorating to you.

It was a year and a half since the battle. The wizarding world had healed itself and so had you and Draco after having to endure that night. His dark mark faded a little more within the passing months, but they’d always be there. It was okay, though. He didn’t let them bother him anymore. And after that, it taught him a lot about the things he thought were important to him. More so, what wasn’t important to him.

After surviving that night, he cared less about society and the pressure to please his father at all costs. It taught him that if he didn’t have you, he didn’t have anything. He didn’t have purpose. Some had not been so lucky. And some barely ever spoke again or wasn’t the same anymore, and it was hard for Draco to watch his classmates or even friends suffer so badly. It only made him treasure you and your well-being more.

Later that night, Blaise, Theo and Goyle were over at your apartment having pizza and playing with Draco’s pool table. They didn’t even know how to play right, but they still had fun with it. Your contractions were coming about once every hour, but your water hadn’t broke. You were beginning to think Draco may be right. You busied yourself cooking over the hot stove, flipping hamburgers for your guests. Normally, Draco would cook since you didn’t like the heat, but you were trying to busy yourself as to not think about your growing contractions.

You’d taken this whole pregnancy like a champ. You barely had mood swings and only occasionally morning sickness. You didn’t complain like he figured you would. Of course, you had your days, but you aced this nine months. But now, you weren’t feeling so confident. And just at the thought of it, you felt an ache in your back that made you freeze and grip the stove. “Fuck.” You groaned, gaining the attention of the men.

“What? What?” Draco panicked, running to your side. “Is it another one?”

You groaned and nodded as you bent over, breathing sharply as he held you up. “Fuck.” You spat

“That’s another one boys!” Draco beamed, pulling you up as the pain subsided. They didn’t last long, but you knew that would soon change. “How close are they now? Like…every forty minutes, right?” He guided you to sit at the table, pulling a chair out for you.

“Yeah, I think.” You nodded, holding your swollen belly.

“I can’t believe we’re gonna be uncles, man,” Blaise shook Goyle and Theo’s shoulders, hopping once in place. “Pansy is so excited for her next visit so she can see her.”

“Well, I’m glad everyone’s thrilled.” You teased, pushing Draco back so you could try to stand

“Woah, woah, you need to sit down, love” He grabbed your shoulders, trying to usher you back into your seat.

“I’m fine, Dray.” You patted his chest. “It could still be false labor. You’re worrying over nothing.” He let you pass with a creased brow as you went back to your food.

“How do you know when it’s time to go to the hospital?” Goyle lined his pool stick with an eight ball.

“When her water breaks.” He glanced at you over his shoulder, watching you carefully like you were made of glass. “If we can go after midnight, though, our insurance lets us have two free nights at the hospital.”

You were the one carrying this baby, and you also knew that this was not false labor. It was the real deal, and you were also nearly shitting yourself over it. Truthfully, you wanted to cry on the shower floor, but you wouldn’t even be able to stand up without any help. You’d never gotten nervous about any of this before. You were scared shitless in the beginning, sure, but you and Draco had gotten your bearings together rather quickly. After all, you both had done a lot of growing up since the trauma of the war. But with all the talk of labor, you weren’t feeling so confident in your body’s abilities of producing a human being.

“Well, what if her water breaks before midnight?” Theo sat on the pool table, talking as if you weren’t even in the room.

“Then we go to the hospital.” Draco chalked up the end of his pool stick. “Just a plus if it happens later.”

You huffed, turning around and holding a plate of cheeseburgers. “I am right here, you know?”

“Oh, yeah, we know.” Theo grinned. “You’re kinda hard to miss.”

“Ha ha.” You flipped him off, making the guys laugh as Draco took the plate from you and sat it on the table. “Eat your damn food”

While everyone else talked about your unborn child, you kept glancing at the clock. It was four o’clock, and you knew damn well that your water was going to break before midnight. You would have this baby tonight. Merlin, as crazy as it was to believe, you didn’t feel like eating. You passed your cheeseburger to Blaise , who happily scarfed it down while you pretended to not be scared to death, and Draco for once, was too excited to be able to tell that something was wrong.

It was times like these where you missed having the comfort of your mother, even though she hadn’t provided much comfort when she was alive. You just missed a female presence. Honestly, you wished Hermione was there with you, but you weren’t going to demand that she just let everything go just to calm your nerves. While the boys played pool, you sat on the floor and folded baby clothes, your body tense and nervous. You were extremely frustrated with yourself.

“How’s my girl?” Draco crouched down to sit beside you after some time had passed. “You seem awfully quiet.”

“No, no, I’m okay.” You nodded, still folding little baby socks. “Just tryna get this all sorted. Guess I should of done it when I wasn’t so huge.”

He chuckled, draping his arm around your shoulder. “How are you feeling? Think you’ll be getting any more contractions?”

What Draco didn’t know was that you’d already had three more. You’d just gone to the bathroom and ran the sink water while you bit on a towel. They were getting more painful, and you dreaded when your water was going to break. “Nope.” You lied through your teeth. “I told you it’s not gonna happen today.”

He patted your thigh and smirked. “Okay, mama. You just tell when you start to feel one, okay? We need to keep ‘em’ timed right.”

You were doing your own timing, and the last three had came every twenty minutes. “I will.” You gave him a peck on the lips as he stood to head back to his pool game. You knew you shouldn’t be lying. It was gonna get you in trouble, but damnit you were terrified. How in the hell were going to push out a baby? You were going to be ripped in two. You shuddered just of the thought of it...

After a while you decided you needed to get your mind off it, so you decided to join their game. Theo rolled his eyes when you took his spot and made him sit out a round, but obliged when Draco kicked him. You got yourself laughing after awhile when you’d kicked everyone’s asses. Pool was your game, and Blaise was a sore looser. “That’s utter bullshit!” He threw up his hands. “I didn’t even get to shoot! How do you get every pocket full!”

“Because I’m a woman, Blaise.” You leaned against the table. “We know how to handle balls.”

Blaise cringed while Draco and Goyle snickered, leaning shoulder to shoulder while they shared a beer. “That’s my girl!” Draco cheered. “Nine months pregnant and can still kick your ass, Zabini.”

“Don’t get cocky, blondie” You gave him a playfully look, tossing down your stick, “I can still kick your ass too.”

“Ha ha.” Blaise shook his head at him.

You smiled wildly and went to say something else, but a ripple went up in a wave through your abdomen, burning down against your pelvis that made you double. “Oh-” You couldn’t even try to conceal this one.

Draco’s metallic eyes widened and he shot over to you immediately. “Hey, hey, are you okay? I got you, I got you, my love”

Your hand gripped your belly and the other on his bicep, gritting your teeth and letting out a cry. “Oh, Merlin, ow, ow- ouch!”

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” He reached to pull out a chair and slowly helped you sit in it. He crouched below you and took your hands. “You alright? Talk to me, honey.” He reached up to pushed your hair away from your face.

You nodded as you felt a bead of sweat roll down your neck. You exhaled loudly as one last tightening sensation burned against your back, and you leaned your head back in exhaustion. “Damn, that hurt.”

“Alright, Blaise, what was that, man?” Draco looked over his shoulder as Blaise looked at his stop watch.

“Still seems to be once every few hours.”

Draco crossed his brows and swallowed nervously, looking up at you. “Are they supposed to be that painful so early on?”

You shrugged, not liking the sudden attention. “I dunno. It doesn’t matter anyways. We can’t go till after midnight. We can’t afford it.”

“Hey, you let me worry about that.” He squeezed your hand. “You just tell me when we need to be going, okay? I don’t care about our insurance.”

“Well, I do.” You snapped, crossing your arms. “I’m not going till after midnight, Draco. Stop trying to force me to go.”

“Hey, hey, I’m not forcing you-” Draco was beginning to try and apologize, but your defiance made him stall. He gave you a weird look that made your heart race, like he was reading your mind. He sighed frustratedly. “You’ve been having more contractions, haven’t you?”

“What!” You screeched, feeling trapped in your chair. “No, I haven’t!”

“Y/n, don’t lie to me.” He shook his head firmly. “You need to be honest with me, this is serious.”

“You don’t think I know that?” You shoved his hands off of you, and stood, he still helped you even though you didn’t want it. “I’m the one who was to give birth to her, you know? I know how serious it is!” You snapped, ignoring the boys who stood together awkwardly, giving each other nervous glances. “Quite hounding me about it and play your damn game.” You opened the freezer and grabbed your chocolate and salty caramel ice cream you’d been eating for weeks, pushing past him to head to the couch.

“Y/n, don’t do this” He followed you. “I’m sorry, okay. I shouldn’t have said that.” He tried to apologize, sitting beside you on the couch and grabbing your shoulder. “I’m sorry, honey, okay? I’m just nervous, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to be an asshole.”

You pouted your lip and brought the spoon to your mouth, taking a bit as you tried to keep from crying. “It’s fine. I just don’t want you to worry about me. She’s not coming today.”

He apprehensively nodded. “I know, I believe you.”

An awkward tension filled the room as he stared at you while you ate. You didn’t have much color in your face, and he knew that something wasn’t right. And any normal person would assume that it was just nerves, but Draco was able to expect that from you, as to how easy the pregnancy had been for you. He thought you’d sore through the delivery with flying colors.

“Should we go?” Theo cleared his throat awkwardly.

The three stood side by side in the kitchen watching the both of you with nervous glances. “No, you guys can stay.” You brushed off with a wave. “Finish your game, I’m gonna watch tv.”

They nodded and obeyed, but Draco didn’t leave your side. “Draco, you can go play. I’m fine.” You reassured him, clicking on the tv with your remote.

“I know.” He pulled you into his side, arm draped around your shoulder. “But I wanna sit with you.”

Draco knew damn well that something was up, and he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight. You bit your lip but said nothing, sinking back into the couch while you paid no attention to the gameshow on the screen. Draco rubbed your thigh lovingly, then up to your belly. It had been eight minutes since your last contraction, and you prayed you wouldn’t have one sitting right beside him.

You were embarrassed how scared you were. You’d never felt so nervous in your life. You’d heard horror stories about birth before, and sweet Salazar, the picture books Pansy showed you were for nightmares. You weren’t going to be able to handle it. What if you weren’t strong enough? What if you couldn’t tolerate the pain?

You brought up a nail to bite and Draco noticed, but he said nothing. And then it happened again, your breath punctured it’s way out of your lungs and you gasped, doubling over as the tightened burn vibrated up your body.

“I knew it!” Draco squeaked out in a high pitched, panicked tone, holding you as you rode out your contraction. “I knew you were lying to me! Hell y/n-”

“I’m fine.” You moaned through the pain, squeezing your eyes shut as you whimpered.

He gulped and shot up. “Blaise! How close was that? Ten minutes?”

“Nine.” Blaise tapped his watch as he and the guys followed you. “Are you okay? Should we go to the hospital now.”

”Yes”

“No”

Draco whirled around and gave you an incredulous look. “What?!” His blonde hair in the front flew a little as he dramatically flayed his arms about. “You’re nine minutes apart!”

“And that’s too early.” You said firmly, huffing and puffing as the pain went away. Blaise passed Draco to sit beside you, patting your shoulder in support. “We go when my water breaks and when I’m five minutes apart. That’s what the doctor said.”

“Yeah, man you don’t want to be waiting all night in the hospital.” Theo tried to calm Draco down. “Listen to her.”

“Thank you.”

“Shut it idiot.”

Draco took a deep breath and rubbed his face tiredly, looking down at you with a panicked look. “Five minutes apart.” He gulped through a nod.

You nodded back. “Yeah. Now, sit down you’re making me nervous.”

Everyone gathered around you, and the room was dead silent besides your tense breathing. Blaise sat on your left side, Draco on your right, turned to you as he stared at your belly. Goyle and Theo sat on the floor where you had folded your baby’s clothes, staring at Draco for the next move. “Well, somebody entertain me!” You snapped, making them jump at your reaction.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were having contractions?” He said, or at least tried, gently, holding your knee. “If it’s about the insurance, I told you I don’t care about that. I have money saved up.”

“Theo have you read the new book I recommended to you, yet?” Blaise clapped his hands together, trying to change the subject.

“Because I don’t want you worrying, Draco.” You breathed shakily, closing your eyes and trying to tune out the noise. “If we leave when you want us to we’ll be there for hours. Trust me, we have plenty of time.”

“Yeah, man, it was good.” Theo cleared his throat, blinking between the two of you.

“Okay, but don’t lie to me about it, y/n.” He stressed. “We need to keep track, it’s important to-”

“I know, it’s important, Draco!” You shouted emotionally, voice cracking despite your strength. “I’m timing them, okay! Just shut up and let me worry about it!” You glared it him, failing to stand up. “Fuck!” You struggled, and Blaise placed his hands on your upper back to push you.

Draco gulped, shaking his head in disbelief at your outburst. “What is going on with her?” He whispered to his friends, pushing back his hair with sweaty fingers. “What the hell did I do wrong? She’s crazy!”

You ignored whatever whispers were being said about you, and you swallowed back the lump in your throat as you placed your ice cream back in the freezer, slamming the door and turning to the sink to wash your hands. Your breathing became shallow and you felt as if you were going to have a panic attack.

Then, a splat hit the floor that made you jump, and you looked down in horror at the puddle on the floor that soaked your grey leggings. “Oh, my god!” You cried, covering your mouth in shock at the sight.

“Y/n?” Draco heard your exclaim and he hurriedly ran over to you, the guys all following him single file. “What, baby, what is it?” He came to your side and followed your eyes down to the floor, seeing the puddle your purple, socked feet were standing in. “Oh- gross, oh, oh my god! Oh, my- shit! It’s time!” He laughed, bouncing up and down as he hugged you, the boys cheering behind him.

“No, no, no, it is not time, Draco .” You assured, but panic was seeping through your pores easily without care.

His face fell. “What? Y/n..love, you said when your water broke we would go, so- so let’s go!” He tried to smile it off, but your stern expression made his falter.

“Oh, gross.” Theo cringed at the puddle of…well, whatever that was on the floor.

You groaned as you sat down. “No, I said whenever my water broke and my contractions were- oh, oh, ow, ow ouch!” You wailed, gripping the chair as Draco’s hands shot up in a panic, rubbing over to grab his keys.

“Yep, yep, we’re going!” He grabbed his wallet and shoved everything into his pocket. “Goyle, go get the baby bag. Theo you go get her new pants and Blaise- Blaise stand there and look pretty.”

“I’m pretty.” Blaise stuck out his tongue to Theo.

“Oh, god- Draco, love, I’m fine.” Your voice was thick as you tried to speak through the pain, holding your stomach as you shook your head. “We still- we still got time.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “Y/n, let’s- okay, yeah, come on, we need to go. Like right now.” He winced at your sharp gasps of pain as he grabbed your shoulder to try and get you to stand. “Blaise, help me.”

“Honey,” Your body was tense and on fire as you gritted your teeth. “Calm down. It’s okay, just relax- ow, ow,”

“That’s five minutes apart.” Blaise stepped over to the other side of the chair.

“Five minutes!” Draco pointed to his watch. “See that, love? Five minutes. And you said we’d go at five minutes, so we need to go, right? Come on, up, up, up!” You both spoke over top of each other. You tried repeating over and over that you were fine. Draco kept telling you to get up. Blaise tried humming a lullaby to keep everyone calm, and if you hadn’t been so panicked, you would of heard Goyle and Theo trying to pick out a pair of pants that would fit your swollen legs.

Your eyes were closed to keep him from seeing your brewing tears. You were too scared. You couldn’t do this. Nope. Nope. You changed your mind.

“Baby, darling— light of my life, my treasure,” He bent slightly to place a hand on your shoulders, expressions panicked and wired with adrenaline. “Jill to my jack and Juliet to my Romeo, we’ve gotta go.”

Draco’s hands began pulling on your arms, and then you felt Blaise’s. It was enough to send you over the edge.

“No, get off! I’m not going! I’m not going!” You yelled out a nasty sob as your tearful eyes snapped open, you jerked your hands away and Draco’s face fell, and both him and Blaise backed away immediately at your sign of distress. “I can’t do it! I don’t want to do it! I’m too scared!” You sobbed, hot tears staining your cheeks as you covered your face, shoulders shaking with heavy hitches.

“Hey, hey,” Draco said so softly, crouching down to your level. “Sweetheart, hey, look at me.” He peeled your hands away gently, holding them tightly in his grasp. “Are you kidding me?” He smiled sweetly. “Y/n, if there is anyone in the world who can have this baby, it’s you. Merlin, you are so strong. The things you’ve done and seen. You’re going to be such a good mother.”

You sobbed pathetically and gripped his wrist, your nose leaking. “But Dray I’m so scared. Please- can’t you do it for me?”

He chuckled and cupped your cheek. “Oh, love, I wish I could. But I’m gonna be with you the whole time, I swear.”

Your breath started to pick when you felt another contraction start. Draco seen the panic in your face and he reached in for his key. “Blaise, go start the car.” He threw them over his shoulder without looking and heard the door shut.

“You’ve got it love, breath.”

You cried and leaned over to rest your head against his shoulder, and you pinched the skin against his arm as you sobbed and moaned through the ripple of pain. “Oh- god,”

“I’m so scared.” You whimpered. “I won’t be able to do it, Draco. I’m not strong enough.”

He shushed you gently and coaxed you to breath through your contraction, rubbing your back as you cried against him. “You remember what all the moms said at the last lamaze class?” He said into your ear.

“Yeah.” You choked. “They said that their vagina’s were ripped in two.”

He smirked and cupped your neck, pulling you away slightly so he could look up at you. “They said how worth it was. Come on, you remember that, don’t you?”

He wiped your tears with soft thumbs and held your face, his icy eyes full of such passion it made you want to fall over and die. “Remember, Leslie? She said that she forgot all about the pain when she saw her baby. And- and Donna said that everything was worth it once she got to hold her son.”

You looked so frightened, and he sighed, leaning down to place a kiss along the swell of your belly. “Sometimes I hear you talking in your sleep to her love, you’re gonna be such a good mother. She’s almost here. I know you’re ready to meet her.”

You let out a tiny sob and took a breath, your emotions all jumbled together. “Yeah.” You nodded through a thick voice. “I just- Merlin, I just can’t believe we’re doing this. After everything that we’ve been through. I mean..it’s really happening for us.” You let out a whine and closed the space. “I love you.” You kissed him, holding his face. “I love you so much.” You cried.

“I love you too, my sweet girl..are you ready to do this? Ready to go?” He asked with a soft smile on his beautiful pale face.

“Yeah, I’m ready.. will you be there with me? I can’t possibly do this without you, dray” you sniffled a little looking at him with doe eyes.

“I’ll always be there with you, love. Always.” He said and kissed you on your salty cheek. “Now, let’s go and meet our baby girl”

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Hellooo! I know I know, I haven’t posted in months🤦‍♀️ but here I am. I feel like this is shit but enjoy it anyway❤️

[malfoymuch]

if it is a dream [draco malfoy; soulmate au]

Pairing; Draco x Reader,, Pansy x Draco (friends),, Pansy x Reader (friends),, Pansy x Theodore

Genre; Fluff? Overall, yeah...

Word Count; 3.5k+ (with extra)

Request; @andreasworlsboring101

Warnings; unedited

“Draco! Draco, dearie, can you come here, please?” Draco’s mother, Narcissa called from the main room of their Manor. Draco bolted down the stairs, throwing his toys onto the bed as he skipped down the stairs, his hair swept messily to one side as he straightened himself in front of his mother.

“Yes, mommy?” Draco asked, brightly grinning up at his mother as he watched her near him, smiling as she fixed his hair.

“Your hair, Draco. It’s a mess. You’re lucky you’re father isn’t paying attention,” she lightly scolded, though Draco knew that she didn’t mean it-- it just meant that he had to be more proper and presentable at times when his father was around.

“Draco, my boy. We wanted to give you something, or at least show you at least,” his mother whispered, kneeling down and gasping her son’s shoulders softly, grinning at him. “We think you’re old enough to be responsible, aren’t you, my boy?”

“Of course I am, mum. I’m a big boy,” Draco announced, puffing out his chest eliciting a heartfelt laugh from her. She nodded, her lips tugged high into a smile.

“Draco.” His father’s voice boomed, startling both Draco and his mother for a second before they greeted him happily.

“Your mother and I thought it was time to present you with this,” Lucius handed his son an ebony wooden box, intricate designs hand-carved throughout the box, all leading to the lock. His father then handed him what seemed to be the key, and suddenly, Draco began to feel his hands tremble as he turned it counter-clockwise until he heard a faint ‘click.’

Gulping, his hands came to the top of the box, and pushed it back, until the hinges fully supported it. His eyes immediately scanned the inside, until his eyes landed on a ring.

Draco picked it up gently, terrified that he’d drop it. The ring was too, delicately sophisticated. The band was twisted and cool, the texture and pattern reminding Draco of a snake; he soon noticed the snake’s head, curved over the prong, until his eyes finally landed on the head of the ring. There, was the Malfoy’s family crest, surrounded with a backdrop of black with pristine and steady strokes of emerald. He was captivated, swirling the ring in his hand.

“It’s our family heirloom,” his mother had told him, “The ring will attach itself and hold on to your soulmate, the one you’re destined to be with.” His eyes grew in disbelief as he stared at his mother, his eyes sparkling.

“Is it true? Soulmates? Do they really exist?”

“Of course, my boy. It’s a very special ring, so you must promise that you won’t lose it.” Lucius’ voice reasoned, staring down at his son softly. “One day you’ll find them… a soulmate or whoever you wish to propose to,” his father explained further.

“But it’s not something to play around with, and randomly put on people’s fingers, it must be taken care of. It’s our family’s, after all.” Draco nodded as he put the ring on his ring finger, feeling the ring begin to tighter around his finger, the snake staring at him cheekily before resting back on the prong.

A sudden knock startled Draco before his mother ushered him out of the room happily.

“Hurry! That must be the (L/N)’s!” His mother announced, Draco smiling as he could hear giggles from the other side of the door. Opening it widely, he waved excitedly at you, waiting patiently for your parents to greet each other and come inside. As soon as they did, he tugged his mother’s dress, pleadingly looking into her eyes.

“Mother, can I play with (Y/N) before we eat? Just for a little bit?” He begged hurridly as he bounced a bit, knowing that his mother would probably agree, whereas his father would’ve refused based on his behavior. She sighed, before slowly nodding.

“Okay, but just for a little bit, all right? Supper will begin any minute now,” she rushed, making Draco grin. He pulled you along with him, running up the stairs before his father could realize where they were going. Closing the door to his room, he turned back at you, pointing at his hand.

“You won’t believe what I just got!” He whisper-screamed to you, watching as your eyes light up as you grabbed his hand to get a better look at it.

“A ring?”

“Not just any ring, (Y/N). It’s supposed to lead me to my soulmate… if they put the ring on and it doesn’t come off, they’re destined to be with me.” Automatically, you grabbed the ring and stared at it, before Draco pushed your hand away, shocked.

“What’re you doing!?”

“I wanna tryyyyyyy, pleaseeeeeeee.” You nagged, “I wanna be your soulmate, Draco.” Draco shook his head, moving his head behind his back as he stepped away from you.

“No, not yet, I’m too young.” He retorted childishly, his cheeks filled with air as he looked away from you, his face turning pink. You gasped, before grabbing his hands with yours.

“Then promise me then!”

“Promise you what?” He asked almost immediately, afraid of what you’d say.

“Promise we that in ten years from now, I’ll get to try it on! To see if I’m your soulmate or not!”

“And if we’re not?” He asked concerned, raising his eyebrow at you as you bit your bottom lip, in deep thought, until another idea sparked. “Then if neither of us finds our soulmate by a certain point, we’ll marry each other.”

“Are you insane? I can’t just marry my best friend!”

“Of course you can, people do it all the time. Most people were best friends before they were a couple, Draco. Or at least, that’s what my parents always say,” you finished with a shrug of your shoulders.

“If you don’t want to, though, it’s fine.” Draco watched as you failed to keep yourself happy, your expression slowly turning saddened and bleak. His heart tugged a bit as he growled under his breath, intertwining his tiny fingers with yours.

“Fine! Ten years from now, we’ll be… sixteen? Seventeen? We’ll do it then,” Draco shouted, stunned that your expression had altered so quickly, hugging him tightly before pushing him away.

“Pinky-promise?”

“Yeah, sure. Pinky-promise.” He groaned, lacing his pinky with yours before the calls from both your parents were heard from bellow.

“We should probably get going,” he stated, making you nod. As you both hustled down the stairs, you quickly whispered.

“Remember, you can’t break a pinky-promise, or I’ll be mad.”

Draco and you had been friends from as long as he could remember, probably since birth, honestly. The two of you were constantly clinging onto one another, whether it was for comfort or to simply annoy the other… you both were inseparable as the years dragged on.

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“Draco Lucius Malfoy! It’s time!” You scolded at him, attempting to tackle him to the ground in order to steal the piece of jewelry on his finger. He dodged at the last possible second, however, grinning from ear-to-ear as he watched you trip.

“Better luck, next time, love.” He teased, sticking his tongue out and playfully sending a wink your way. You immediately flushed bright red, blowing away a strand of your hair before charging towards him once again.

“Draco Malfoy! You made a promise that I get to try on the ring! Let me, already!” You scolded, your finger jabbing into his chest as you tried to reach for his hand, but he seemed to be much quicker as he waved it in all directions. He then took the initiative to remove the ring from his fingers, placing it in the palm of his hand and tauntingly waving it in your face, before extending his hand as high as he could.

“I don’t see why you’re so obsessed with this ring, (Y/N). Or the promise, you should be focused on something else,” he tried to persuade, knowing that you weren’t listening to a word he said. “Besides, it hasn’t officially been ten years, since then… you still have another month or so.”

“Oh shut up, will you? Just give me it!” You interjected, jumping to try and grab his hand. He twirled around you and smirked, ruffling his hair as he steadied the ring back on his finger.

“Unfortunately, class begins soon… guess you’ll have to try later--” his sentence was cut off short as he began to run, you trailing behind him in a frenzy towards your class; his laughs echoed the hallways as students made sure to clear a path, avoiding eye-contact with him and you (pretty much because you threatened to hex anyone who got in the way as you were running).

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Normally, you wouldn’t have even batted an eyelash towards his heirloom, or bring it up in a conversation. But as the day got closer, it kind of started to bring a sense of uneasiness to you… the promise. The scenarios playing in your mind as you slept, or daydreamed through some of your classes.

But it made you think. For once, it was odd. To imagine your future as a sixteen-soon-to-be-seventeen-year-old, nonetheless with your best friend. He must’ve thought it wasn’t big, but it definitely was to you. You weren’t an idiot at the age of seven, you knew what you were getting into when you made that promise. Hell, you even wrote it in a little journal you had afterward, it wasn’t hard to deny it. You fancied Draco.

For years, so the thought of being his soulmate made you feel excited and absolutely terrified. Pansy had often reassured that all would work out, and things would pan out the way it should… but it still bothered you. As much as you tried not to, it was the only thought that remained.

Maybe I should just forget about it, he’s probably someone in mind anyway, you thought as you slumped in your chair, it wouldn’t have been the first.

“Hey! (Y/N), are you even paying attention?” Pansy nudged your shoulder, asking through her teeth, her eyes widening as she forced you to look down into your textbook before the professor noticed you were spacing out.

“Still obsessing over Draco?” She whispered, resulting in a bitter laugh to emit from you. Pansy had had an overwhelming obsession with Draco for the first few years until one day, it seemed the message of him not reciprocating her feelings had become clear, and then she changed.

Much better, if you were being honest. She had her own personal glow-up and was focused much more on devoting time reflecting and helping you.

“Maybe you should pretend to lose interest? That might make him give it up,” she suggested, “Or just steal it from him? You know, unexpected--”

“How am I supposed to steal it? It’s on his finger, Pansy,” you jeered, continuing to write utter nonsense in your notebook as you stared at it with intent, hearing her sigh loudly. “I don’t know, but you have to do something, maybe even tell him… ever given that a thought?” She questioned, staring at you concerningly as you shifted under her gaze uncomfortably, trying to stir your attention away from anything but the topic at hand.

“I don’t know…” you dragged on, making eye-contact with Draco from across the classroom, seeing him happily sending you a smile; you tried your best to return the favor, however, it seemed a bit forced, causing Draco’s to waver.

Oh, bloody hell…

“Well, now he knows something’s up,” Pansy piqued, giving you a knowing gaze as she gave a quick glance at him, before grabbing your hand to prevent you from writing any longer. “You have to do something, I’m not saying you should steal the ring or stalk him, but do what your heart tells you to do, when the time comes.” You smiled softly as you grabbed her hand, uttering a sincere ‘thank you’ before returning to your work.

Pansy gazed back up at Draco, seeing his concerned gaze towards you before mouthing to Pansy a series of phrases, and answering them swiftly before you had the chance to notice.

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Draco had no idea what was going on with you. One minute, you were giddy and incredibly engaged in your own world, the next you were shouting at him about his promise and the ring, and then you give him a pathetic attempt of smiling at him… and suddenly he had no clue what was going on with you.

He’d been talking to Pansy lately about the issue, but she’d either reassure that everything would be fine or give the curt response: “Go ask for yourself”

Normally, Draco would’ve given a snarky response back, but she’d always managed to run away before he could press on more about you.

“What happened to (Y/N), Pansy?” He asked through gritted teeth, “You make this so much harder than it has to be.” Pansy raised a brow at him, amused, twirling the strands of her hair with her finger.

“Someone’s not happy…” she taunted before shrugging her shoulders. “Unfortunately, I can’t tell you.”

“Why not? Aren’t you her best friend?”

“Aren’t you?” Pansy countered quickly, watching Draco’s mouth hung open, before closing silently. “You two have known each other longer than I have; if you think something’s wrong ask (Y/N) yourself.”

“I can’t if (Y/N) won’t talk to me,” he pressed on, staring at his friend’s eyes as he grabbed her wrists. “Please, I need to know--”

“Draco, do you fancy (Y/N)?” Pansy inquired, removing his hands off of her, settling them back on her lap as she stared at him knowingly. Draco frantically shook his head at her, ruffling his hair in the process.

“Where did that question even come from, Pansy? Have you gone mad--”

“No. But it seems you will, soon. Why won’t you let (Y/N) try on the ring? A Malfoy sticks by their word, don’t they?”

Draco’s mouth became instantly dry, struggling to form any coherent sentence as his ears began to grow bright. Pansy’s eyes glimmered in realization.

“You’re afraid (Y/N) isn’t the one, aren’t you?” Draco remained silent as she titled her head to meet his gaze, to which his gaze moved away again. “Or are you afraid (Y/N) is the one?”

“You’re deranged, Parkinson.”

“Perhaps I am, but the one thing I’m not Draco… is a coward.” She grunted, resulting in Draco staring up at her, shocked. Pansy was a female that often spoke her mind and criticized others, but not him. She certainly changed.

“You’ve been friends for ages, Draco. And even when I was too “preoccupied” with you I still knew it; (Y/N) won’t be around forever, and if you don’t act soon someone will sweep them off their feet because that’s what they deserve. And you’ll never know the truth,” Pansy flicked his forehead, making Draco whine at the impact. “You’re incredibly dense, sometimes. I wonder what I saw in you…” Draco’s eyes trailed down to the floor, before a sudden laugh shook, startling him.

“But I know (Y/N) sees it… saw it longer than I had, maybe… besides, I got myself… someone. So go get yours.” Draco’s eyes stared up at his long friend, staring at her both thankful and apologetic.

“Oh stop with the sappy look, will you? I’m not telling you to confess and I’m not asking for pity. But when the time comes… do it.”

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A few weeks had passed since then, and your nerves had remained calmer than ever. It seemed Pansy was right, and being able to dial down on your turmoil was as simple as clearing your mind… from all of the thoughts of his heirloom.

Of course, you took that route. Instead of confessing to him… and Pansy had egged you to pursue him while respecting your decision. It just seemed easier, you noted, to distract yourself for a while.

“Why are you spacing off, again? Someone caught your eye?” Draco quipped, staring down at you. You rolled your eyes as you readjusted yourself on his lap, giving him an irritated look.

“Does it matter? Even if I was, it’s none of your business,” you ended while sticking out your tongue, noticing Draco’s eyes had slightly clouded at your remark.

“I should probably leave soon, Umbridge will be scouting soon…” Draco murmured, as you let out a frustrated growl.

“Oh yes! The sadist, who only lives to ruin student’s lives… I find it concerning that she’s so fascinated in kids…” you whispered the last part, Draco letting out a hearty laugh. “Pipe it down, I heard she has eyes and ears everywhere,” he added on, the both of you snickering.

“Watch out, she might hide under your bed too, I wouldn’t put it past her.” Draco grabbed your hand and squeezed it as he let out another laugh, the cool metal of his ring sending a shiver down your spine. As it died down, he released your hand, before his eyes traveled down to his hand, and his ring. He removed his other hand cradling your head and removed the hoop slowly.

“Here, a deal’s a deal.” You let out a huff, knitting your eyebrows as he dropped the ring into your hands.

“Why so suddenly… well, I guess I’ll try it. After all, you’ll probably be getting it back.” The statement broke your heart, but in reality, it seemed fit to say. And Draco cracked a smile, so he must’ve been hoping it to happen too.

Sliding the ring on your finger, another shiver sent down your spine, your eyes lost in the details of the loop. Your breath hitched suddenly as you paused your movements, watching for something to happen. A sign.

Looking up, you saw Draco staring just as intensely as you had at your hand, the curves of his mouth downward and grim.

“See? I told you,” you sighed, reaching for the ring again and attempting to tug at it.

Attempting.

However, as you tried, you realized you couldn’t take it off.

“Uh… Draco? Can… Can you give me a hand?” You pleaded nervously, his eyes widening as he adjusted his position, panicked.

“Yeah, of course.” He responded, gently grabbing your hand in his, his fingers hanging over the ring, deep in thought, before he dropped it, staring at you.

“(Y/N)... it won’t come off,” he said quietly, a small smile dancing on his features.

“How would you know? You didn’t even try,” you tried to defend, grabbing the ring again and tugging it. This time, the ring had gotten looser, only for the snake to hiss at you, its jade eyes leering. You removed your hand almost instantly, letting the creature hum in content before slithering itself around you again, this time, a bit tighter than before.

“This has to be a dream, it can’t be real… can it?” You gaped, thinking that you were daydreaming again. Hallucinating maybe?

“I don’t think it’s a dream,” Draco started, his thumb playing with the ring on your finger, a bright smile plastered on his face as he stared (almost) lovingly at it. “But if it is…” he intertwined his fingers with yours, staring into your eyes with a lovestruck gaze.

“I don’t ever want to wake up.” He paused, before leaning down to capture your lips with his.

“I think it’s better than any dream, actually.”

Extra:

Months later, your head was resting on Draco’s shoulder, as he seemed to be engaged in a conversation with the boy across from him; Theodore Nott, Pansy’s boyfriend, who looked to be a decently charming Slytherin, though he was extremely opinionated with whatever they were conversing about.

“Sorry for asking, but I’ve been a bit curious about the ring on (Y/N)’s finger?” Theodore suddenly inquired, making you lift your head up to see Draco had been playing with the ring on your finger the whole time, twirling it rhythmically.

“Oh, isn’t it obvious? We’re engaged.” He smirked deviously, a gasp coming from you as you pushed him away, laughing. “Yeah right--”

“Aren’t we?”

“You didn’t even propose!”

“Don’t you have a ring? I can’t give you another one, this one isn’t coming off--”

“You didn’t ask and we’re still in school! Plus it’d be nice if you at least made the effort to ask--”

“Do you want me to ask? I can do it, plan it out if you want…It’s not like my parents would disapprove… my mother’s absolutely smitten for you.”

“That sounds nasty.”

“You know what I meant by that.”

“Even cuter, Theo, they’re soulmates…” Pansy whispered to him, as both of you bickered with one another. Theodore nodded in understanding, leaning down to Pansy’s ear. “I assume you helped… I don’t think Draco wouldn’t have done it anytime soon otherwise.”

“I can hear you,” Draco announced, pink dusting his cheeks as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, “And I would’ve eventually… though I’m glad Pansy helped…”

“Of course I had to,” Pansy smiled proudly, “And look how it turned out. I’m great at what I do.”

“You mean not minding your own business?”

“DRACO!”

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Heartbeat

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Angst

Summary: This is based off 'Points Scored' on my fanfic vote. Sirius and others play a game to see who can sleep with reader first.

An: Sorry for not writting!

"Beat that, fuckers!" Sirius exclaimed busting through the door.

Avery and Mulciber were seated, they looked at him with nervous excitement that they couldn't quite describe. 

Sirius then threw a lacy bra onto the table proceeding to bow as the other two boys glanced down at the fabric. 

"Don't tell me that’s-" 

"That's right, Grace Huddleston!" Sirius beamed. 

"No way!" Avery complained, "She wouldn't even come within ten feet of us!" 

"That's because you’re slimy gits, not the smooth and handsome Sirius Black." He grinned enjoying the distraught looks of his associates.

Mulciber rolled his eyes and glanced down at the sheet, "As impressive as that is Black, you’re still losing." 

"What?! How?! She's worth 10 points!" He said completely aghast. 

"Yes, but while you did that I scored Narcissa and Andromeda, both 6 points," Avery smirked.

"My cousins you sick fuck? I thought we agreed on no family?" He growled. 

"Yes, we agreed on no DIRECT family, and since neither of us wants to fuck your brother I'd say we're fine." Mulciber smiled. 

"Fuck you guys," Sirius muttered plopping down onto a chair examine the chart they had made. He was indeed behind Avery by 7 points and only ahead of Mulciber by 3. The game was ending at the end of the month, leaving him only two weeks to pull ahead. This would have been easy if Avery wasn't scoring points fast enough to keep his lead.

"If you actually want a chance to win I say you go for one of the big two." Avery sneered.

There were two names at the bottom of their little chart, each worth 30 points, an amount which would pull Sirius far enough to win. 

The first name scrawled in Mulciber’s not so impressive handwriting read. ‘Lily Evans’. 

Now, of course, Sirius would never go for that one. For one, the thought of sleeping with Evan's made him sick, for another even if he managed to somehow seduce her, James would kill him before he even got his points redeemed. 

Sirius rolled his eyes, "You guys know that they are impossible." 

"I thought you were the Great Sirius Black?" Mulciber mocked. 

"Or was that all talk?" Avery grinned. 

"Fine." Sirius huffed, "Just don’t come crying for your money back when I win." 

"If you win Black. If." 

"You know what, let's make it more interesting," Sirius smirked, "Since all of us know I'm not gonna go for Evans, how about whoever can sleep with y/l/n first wins? No time limit, just racing against each other. Whoever gets her first wins?" 

Avery and Mulciber glanced at each other. 

"Or are you guys too scared?" Sirius jeered. 

"Fine." Avery agreed "We're in." 

You glared down the girl in front of you, almost begging her to do what you knew she was planning.

“Oops.” Marlen drawled sarcastically pouring the cup of pumpkin juice delicately onto your head.

You didn't flinch, your heart still sustaining its soft, steady beat. You swiped your tongue out onto your lips humming at the taste of the spiced gourde.

Marlen stared at you, you could tell that this was not what she was used to. She was used to girls screaming or bursting into tears. Of course, you did not fulfill these expectations.

“You’re going to regret that Mckinnon.” You murmerd a signature smirk still twitching on your lips.

You saw her eyes flash with fear before darting around and resetting on your own.

“Oh, are you going to write to mommy and daddy about it, they're gonna fix it for you? Or are you gonna break your psycho uncle out of Azkaban and have him kill us?” She smiled sweetly, the sugar that coated everything she did made you want to vomit.

“Don't worry you'll see him in there soon enough.” She giggled; a ridiculously sharp noise.

“Do not ever compare me to my family.” You growled.

“Oooohh, I'm terrified.” She mocked although you could read the truth in her eyes, the truth she would never share with the girls who were crowded around you. 

“You do it again and I won't have to break out my uncle to kill you.” Your voice was so low the girl you were speaking to could hardly hear it.

“Don’t worry I’ll put you where you belong, behind bars.” 

Her smile and the girls laughs only lasted for a short second. 

You heard a loud crunch as your knuckles connected with her nose, a sharp yell of pain echoed through the corridor followed quickly by gasps and screams. 

You hissed at the pain your hand now held, it throbbed lightly, your heartbeat finding itself there.

Sobs then grasped from Marlen’s mouth causing you to scoff, mumbling “Pathetic.” quietly under your breath before you turned to leave. 

"Miss y/l/n!"  McGonagall shouted, her voice inflated with fury. 

"Yes Professor?" You drawled turning to face the women, a bored expression taking your features. 

"I just ran into Miss McKinnon and her nose is broken!" She yelled glaring down at you, it was no secret you were one of her least favorite students. 

"She shouldn't be sticking it in other people's business." You shrugged picking at your nails.

"Are you telling me that you are the one who broke it?" She gasped. 

"Godric, I would have thought you had figured that already." You rolled your eyes. 

"Detention, my room, for a month." She hissed. 

"I'm so sorry, I'm going to have to cancel." You hummed a disappointed look falling upon you. 

"Miss y/l/n detention isn’t something you can just cancel." She scoffed 

"It is when I already have detention with Flitwick." You shrugged. 

"Fine then. Morning detention. I already have a group of students serving then, you will join them." 

"I'm gonna gave to cancel again." You smiled.

"Don't tell me you have more detention." McGonagall sighed.

"No, I'm just not a morning person." You smirked. 

McGonagall sharpened her gaze on you and you just smiled back.

"I expect to see you there Miss y/l/n." 

"Of course." You mocked.

McGonagall turned on her heel mumbling something about the need for discipline and left. 

You did the same continuing towards your common room. You reached the room and was about to whisper the password when a booming voice echoed through the dark corridor. 

"Y/l/n!" 

You turned to be met with a pair of stunning green eyes and floppy blonde hair. A mischievous smile danced in white, tucked neatly behind a pair of pink lips. 

"Avery." You drawled attempting to keep your eyes from rolling. 

"You look stunning as always." He complimented this time nothing could have stopped your eyes from turning in their sockets, "How are you?"

"Better when you weren't here." You sighed.

"Oh come one y/l/n, we're friends." He smiled.

"Just because I have been forced to go to the same social gatherings as you since I was four doesn't mean we're friends." You drawled before mumbling the password and slipping into the common room. 

Avery followed, as persistent as ever, "Good, I never liked the friend zone anyway."

You scoffed, "Well I hope you enjoy the dickwad-who-harasses-me zone." 

"I wouldn't call it harassment." He smirked placing his hand lightly on your waist. 

"I would," you spoke snatching his palm from your skin and twisting it harshly. 

He gasped but continued to smile, "I bet you like it rough in bed." 

You dug your nails into his flesh hearing his hiss in pain, "Speak to me like that again and I break your wrist. Clear?"

"Crystal." He whimpered. 

"Avery!" Another voice called through the common room, "Will you please stop harassing the beautiful girl?" 

You let go of Avery's wrist and turned, this time to see Mulciber. 

Avery through him a sharp glance before backing away from you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder and examining you closely. A little too closely. 

"Fine." You shook his hand off your shoulder once and tossed one more icy glare at Avery before ascending to your room.

You groaned wincing as you sat up slowly from your bed, your head pounded. You swore, regretting the small bottle of fire whiskey which now lay empty on your floor. 

You stood slowly, the grey of early morning dulling the colors of your dorm room. You stepped down from your bed, your warm feet cooling on the wooden floor. You glanced out of the window to your left. 

You let your mind sink into the green murky water, you watched something dart by calmly. You wished to stay there forever, watching as the kelp swayed slowly back and forth, part of you wanted to grab the closest thing and smash the glass letting yourself become part of the dark wet. 

You brushed the thought from your head dressing in silence, downing a few painkillers and, sliding on your robes before grabbing the black leather school bag which rested at the end of your bed. 

You exited the room slipping slowly down the stairs before sighing and pushing open the door, greeted by the warmth of the dungeons. You listened to footsteps echo off the walls listening to your heart pound calmly. You let your mind wander, but never too far, you kept it in chains, holding it from dark corners which you wished would fall away.

You accened a stairwell enjoying the soft hum of the changing steps and the murmurs of the portraits which surrounded you. 

You walked a few more steps before pushing open a heavy wooden door to be greeted by five pairs of eyes.

The first you locked with were a deep grey, silver almost seeming to swirl within them. Your mind filled with memories of searches and hiding, pinning and secrets, hearts thumping, blush rising. 

They left your thoughts as quickly as they flooded them. Your heart thumped its usual slow pace, no change taking place.

“Ms. Y/l/n, nice of you to show up.” McGonagall snipped glancing at a clock which read five-o-five. Five minutes late. 

“It was nice of me to show up, you should be thankful.” You spoke back, your headache seeming to remerge. 

You heard a pair of sneakers and felt a glare on you, but you refused to look down at the boys who sat at the tables in front of you. 

“You should be thankful I don't have you expelled.” She wiped.

You nodded and took a seat at one of the tables in the back, you felt the boy's eyes follow you, you could hear whispers being exchanged. 

“Well, I hope you all like paperwork because you will be organizing it for the next three hours,” McGonnagle spoke earning a groan from James who sat in front of you. She waved her wand and papers appeared on each of your desks, most were disciplinary forms. Some papers you didn't quite feel like reading and some were littered with spells and charms. You reached for your wand, only to have it ripped from your hand.

“No magic.” The woman in front of you smirked almost as if she enjoyed your pain. 

“Give me my wand back.” you hissed.

She didn't follow her orders and instead examined the wand with intense criticism, “Hawthorn?” she asked.

You replied with a curt nod. 

“Core?” 

“Dragon heartstring.” You snarled missing the feeling of its rough wood in your hand.

“Very nice.” was all the professor said before setting it gently back onto your desk. “Wand away Potter!” 

You glared at the papers in front of you, the harsh black against pure white hurting your eyes. You leaned your head down hiding your eyes in the crook of your elbow, attempting to stop the pounding of your head by cowering from the light. You slowly let yourself be immersed back into black. 

You stifled a giggle, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you clamped your hand over your mouth. You were enveloped in blackness, the only visible light was sliding through a small sliver at your feet before it spread like a bird’s wings until it stretched too thin and disappeared. 

You felt another giggle rise in your throat. You were tempted to shed the uncomfortable dress you wore, but you didn't want your mother to scold you again. You choked back laughter as footsteps grew louder dress shoes on polished granite sounding loudly in your ears. You could feel a broom handle digging into your back, your heart now thumped so loudly against your rib cage you were sure that the boy outside could hear it, and maybe he could. 

The door whipped open, blinding you with light as you let out a small shriek hiding behind your hands before peaking through them and seeing a deep, swirling grey.

You awoke with a start, your eyes met grey once again and you stifled a light shout. 

“You awake y/l/n?” Sirius asked with a small smirk.

“No.” You answered turning away from the boy. 

He chuckled a dark rich sound, “Well you might want to change that, we’ve got class in four minutes.”

“Fuck.” You mumbled turning back to him. You watched as his eyes sparkled in a godly way, his silky hair falling from behind his ear, his milky skin uninterrupted by blemishes. Your heart thumped its lazy beat, almost bored. 

“You coming?” He asked moving away from you to gather his stuff. You nodded, although you weren't quite sure where you were going.

You gather your things and trailed slowly after the boy who waited for you at the door.

“I've missed you y/l/n, we haven’t spoken in so long.” Sirius spoke and you felt as if you were finally jolted awake. 

“You did?” Your voice was filled with doubt and menace.

“Of course, we were great friends as kids, how could I not?” He smiled at you.

Something changed, your heartbeat stuttered, your breaths quickened and you felt yourself falling, so slowly, like the hero in an action movie, you just hopped cupid had just as terrible aim as the villains always did. 

You struggled to keep your eyelid’s incredible weight up. You felt your mind nod into darkness before you snapped your head back to attention, Flitwick’s high voice echoing in and out of your head. You finally gave up and let your head fall back onto your arm, your hair spilling onto the desk as you let the world disappear behind you. 

You woke in a dark cold room you recognized far too well. The echoing of heels on marble floors ringing in your ears. You could feel the dress you wore scratching the back of your neck as the large earrings poked through you snagged in your hair. You looked across the table and met the face of a tall woman, her smokey black hair pulled into such a tight bun you almost thought it would rip the skin from her scalp. Your small hands grasped a fork, you suddenly felt a sharp hiss of pain and you bit back a whimper glancing at your mother who glared at you her wand clutched under her skirt, ready to perform another act of punishment. You set down the fork you held and grasp the one to its left earning a small nod of approval. 

You glanced to your right to meet the softness of pillowing grey eyes. You felt your heart thump loudly as the small boy reached for your hand under the table, grasping it and giving it a small squeeze. You bite your tongue as false laughter surrounded you, the soft tinkle of silverware hitting china running in the cold dining hall, the chandelier above you sending an icy light through the area. 

Yet you felt warmth on your cheeks and in your hand as the boy next you held you. You wished to tell him, you hoped for him to tell you something in return, but it was secret you knew you would die with because as your mother said, you're ten years old now, you aren't children anymore. You don't have time for feelings. You have obligations to meet. 

You jolted awake groaning slightly as a sharp pain spread from your shin, you glared at the girl next to you who only returned the favor.

Suddenly a voice greeted your ears, it was sharp and high making you cringe.

"Ms. Y/l/n!" Flitwick repeated, although the first attempts to gain your attention went unheard.

"Yes, professor?" You droned.

"What is the answer?" He spoke harshly.

"Ummm," you glanced at the board in hopes of seeing some hints for the riddle you were just handed. None were found, your heart remained calm, it’s beat steady and smooth as it always was.

With slight desperation in your eyes you glanced across the room and found two storms of grey. Your eyes trailed down to his lips which moved slowly, the word they were speaking exaggerated.

"Portus." You spoke suddenly glancing at your teacher, "The answer is Portus."

Flitwick’s eyes widened slightly before narrowing suspiciously. 

Your lips twitched into a cheeky grin, challenging the professor in front of you. 

"That is correct." He spoke slowly.

Your smile widened, you glanced across to Sirius mouthing a thanks. He winked back unfazed.

You felt your heart flip as he looked your way. Its steady beat was interrupted and it was sent into a frenzy as you glanced back down at your hands, laying your head back onto your desk

The next day you awoke with the same sense of dread you seemed to hold every moment you weren't asleep.

You slowly made your way to McGonagall's room, never quite waking, eyes half-lidded.

You came to the same seat you occupied the day before and glared down at the papers in front of you.

You yawned, eyes snapping shut as your mouth widened. When your lids parted again you were met with a cheeky smile.

"Sirius." You greeted lazily.

"I think I'll sit here today." He responded setting his bag down on the opposite side of your table. 

Your heart snapped aggressively, "You can't." 

"Why not?" Sirius asked almost looking hurt, almost.

Your mind went blank, reasons evading you as your head began to ache, "There's no chair." 

"Well, I can change that." He shrugged walking to the table he had occupied the day before grasping the chair it held and dragging it noisily back to his original position.

You winced at the sharp sound the legs emitted on the classroom's floors, "Can't you pick it up?" You growled.

He rolled his eyes playfully lifting the chair above his head and walking back in front of you, "Better?" He asked before dropping in onto the ground.

"No." You pouted slightly.

Sirius' smile widened largely, "You're really cute ya' know."

Your heart leaped uncontrollably.

"You always have been, even when you were little, you were always so adorable." 

You felt your cheeks heat, your breaths becoming irregular, "Shut up." 

"Are you blushing?" He teased bringing his finger up and poking your cheek.

You swatted his hand away biting back a smile, "No."

"Are you sure?" He jeered.

"Positive." You grinned sarcastically.

You attempted to focus on sorting the papers in front of you, but it was practically impossible when you could feel Sirius' eyes boring into you.

You snapped your head upwards, "What?" 

Sirius only smiled back, "You should come to Hogsmeade with me."

"What." You repeated, eyes wide.

"Ya' know, the village with all the shops and things." He explained

"I know what Hogsmeade is you moron." You said back, heart beating irregularly.

"Yeah well you should come, James, Remus, and Peter will be there. And Lily if she gets over the whole poly juice thing." He shrugged.

Your heart slowed back to a normal pace, "What is the poly j?- you know what, I'm not even gonna ask." You cut yourself off.

"So will you come?" He asked voice inflated with hope.

You bit your lip, "I don't know, I mean Lily and I aren't exactly best buds." 

"Come on y/n/n, for me?" Sirius pouted, jutting out his bottom lip in a pitiful pout.

You ignored your heartbeat growing loud and sighed, "Fine." 

He let out a little yelp of happiness, earning a glare from McGonagall, "I swear you won’t regret it." 

"I better not." 

As you made your way to your first class your momentary happiness was interrupted by a certain brunette.

"Y/l/n!" Mulciber shouted through the halls running towards you. 

You wondered if you could make a break for it, but before you could decide his hand was on your shoulder spinning you around. 

“Yes, Mulciber?” You asked in a deflated sigh. 

“I saw you weren't at breakfast and I didn’t want you to go hungry.” He smiled holding out a blueberry muffin.

You knitted your brows in confusion reaching out for the muffin, “Umm thanks.” 

“Yeah of course.” He said back, “Do you want me to carry those?” he gestured to the books tucked under your arm. 

“Sure.” You shrugged passing him the books and beginning to nibble on the baked good he brought you. 

“Where are you headed?” he asked trailing behind you as you began to walk down the corridor.

“I’ve got Herbology. You don't have to follow me all the way down to the greenhouses though.” You glanced back over your shoulder eyes narrowed, you were still suspicious of the boy’s actions. 

“It's no problem.” He smiled happily catching up to you. 

You suddenly stopped in your tracks causing the boy to come to a skidding halt, “Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?” you asked, never one to beat around the bush; your mother always told you it was a sign of weakness to be indirect anyway. 

His face grew a bit red, “Umm, I just, ya know.” 

“I don't know.” You cut in.

“I just think your kinda cute and I don't know, I thought maybe you might finally start paying attention to me.” He spoke scratching the back of his neck, his golden eyes refused to meet yours. 

“You’re lying.” You smirked. “I'm not an idiot Mulciber, I don't know what you’re playing at, but I will find out and you will regret it, you can be sure of that.” 

The boy’s eyes widened he opened his mouth to speak but before he could you had snatched your books back from him and dropped the muffin to the ground, stepping on it as you continue your way to class. 

As the week continued getting out of bed seemed to get easier. Your eyelids lost some of the pounds they seemed to be carrying and your heartbeat never felt the same. It jumped unpredictably, sped to inhuman rates and stopped abruptly. Your thoughts filled with those of black hair and leather jackets. The smell of fresh pine and chocolate clouded your dreams, grey eyes were all that you could see. You wished you had disregarded the schoolgirl crush you had for the eldest Black brother but it only seemed to grow stronger and stronger, from infatuation to true feelings. 

You went to Hogsmeade, despite everything in your body telling you not to, and it wasn't half as bad as you predicted. Lily was shooting you glares - no doubt because of what you did to her dear friend and darling Marlen Mckinnon - but no one else seemed to have a problem with you, although Peter seemed a bit scared of you. 

By the end of the month, you began to look forward to your detention. You got just about nothing done but the conversations with Sirius were endless. You reminisced over the awful dress robes his mother insisted he wore and argued over which quidditch team was superior. You laughed more than you had in far too long. You suddenly felt alive again. It was as if the boy you now fantasized about had finally showed you what existing was for. 

You felt the dew soaking through your robes as it numbed your toes and wet your hands as your fingers danced in the grass. You heard a slight grunt as Sirius plopped into the green beside you, your shoulders brushing as your heartbeat sped. You tore your gaze from the boy beside you and glanced up at the sky.

A small gasp left your mouth as you stared up at the stars in awe. Your lips stayed parted as your eyes traced the heavenly body above you. You just stared. You might have laid there for a minute, for ten, for an hour, you didn't know and you didn't care. You could have stayed, sprawled in that field for the rest of your life as you stared into the stars, tracing the constellations, disappearing into the universe above you. 

“It’s beautiful.” You sighed out in a dreamy haze.

“Not as beautiful as you are.” Sirius commented causing your cheeks to flush as you turned your head to meet his gaze.

“That was a really cheesy line Black.” You smirked, “You sound like you're in some terrible rom-com.”

“You make me feel like I’m in some terrible rom-com.” He sighed, staring at you in a way you couldn't quite comprehend. 

“That was just as bad.” You giggled. 

Sirius disregarded you comment leaning close to you, you could feel your heart pumping uncontrollably. “Can I kiss you?” He whispered, his breath fanning directly over your nose. 

You nodded slowly and without another warning, his lips were on yours. They brushed your own hesitantly as his hands found your waist. You felt your hands creep up to his hair tugging on it lightly. Sirius released a small moan and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue past his lips as you tasted butterbeer and mint. 

You broke away blushing harshly, your lips swollen, light gasps pulling from you. 

“I think I might be in love with you,” You whispered scared if you raised your voice anymore you would break the spell the two of you had been placed under. 

Sirius only stared back a you and reconnected your lips. 

The next morning you woke with a smile for the first time in ages. You practically leaped out of bed dressing quietly.

“You look dazzling today as usual y/n.” Sirius winked when you arrived at the classroom

“Only for you.” You respond as your heart stuttered in your chest. 

The hours passed in haze and you soon departed to potions. On your way, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned on see Avery who had been becoming slowly more and more kind over the past few weeks. 

“Avery. How are you?” You asked continuing to your class. 

“I'm alright.” He shrugged “How about you?” 

“I’m great.” You smiled as the two of you continued to potions. 

Once seated in the class you made a decent effort to pay attention to what Slughorn was speaking about but you couldn't seem to focus on anything, your mind wandered to the texture of Sirius’s lips, the taste he held, the way his hands felt on your waist. 

You glanced to were Avery was seated, seeing a numbered sheet of paper and catching a glimpse of your name at the bottom before it was torn from your view. 

“What is that Avery?” You asked him quietly.

“What was what?” He responded.

“Don't play dumb with me, I am not an idiot.” You hissed, your hand gripping his arm harshly. 

He whimpered sliding the paper over to you hesitantly. 

You opened the parchment your eyes scanning the list of names, but seeing yours on there wasn't what hurt. When you saw another's scrawled at the top your heart stopped. 

“No.” You whimpered, your throat tightening as your world spun. 

You stood abruptly, knocking your knees on the desk in front of you, moving the things on it, one jar falling to the ground and shattering. 

“Ms. y/l/n?” Slughorn asked hesitantly, the entire class watched you in a mixture of fear and curiosity. 

A wrecked sob left your lips tearing from your throat as your eyes welled with tears, “No!” You shrieked a sharp noise that made those around you wince. You darted from the classroom without another word, collapsing into sobs before you could even reach your common room. Your head began to throb as cries tore from your mouth, you could taste salt as you sunk to the ground. 

You slowly regain your footing and stubbled up the stairs, sobs still echoing around you, your throat becoming raw. 

Just as you reached the corridor you were looking for classes were released and students flooded the hallways, you didn't bother with anyone, not caring about one pair of eyes on you. 

When you saw him your heart halted altogether. He was a masterpiece, his hair shining in the light as his teeth flashed a dazzling white. You wanted to tear him open, rip him to shreds.

His gaze met yours and softened. You didn't speak a word to him, snatching his wrist and dragging him away, you didn't pay any mind to his protests as you dragged him into an empty classroom and slammed the door behind you. 

“Y/n/n wh-”

“Thirty points.” You choked out. “I’m worth thirty points.” 

His eyes widened mouth falling open to speak. 

“I’m impressed, Black.” You laughed darkly tears spilling down your cheeks like hot raindrops. “I truly am, you managed to trick me, you managed to seduce the cold-hearted bitch of a Slytherin right?” 

“Y/n, I don't know what to say.” He spoke slowly. 

“Say you love me.” You hiccupped.

“You know I can't do that.” He said as you bit your bottom lip in attempts to keep it from quivering. 

“Then get away from me.” You spat like venom.

He turned and left without another word and you collapsed to the ground, your nails digging into your wrist. 

You lay on the ground for hours, silent tears spilling down your cheeks, wishing your heartbeat would stop forever.  

Part 2

Taglist: @accio-rogers @k3nz-doodl3 @roslea @songforhema @wangmangagavroche

[omg-imatotalmess]

Okay so I have been trying to think of things to send you so I'm gonna send you some draco hcs that I have because I know he's your favorite. I haven't really thought much about my hcs so I'm writing these down on the spot.

I think Draco would really enjoy shitty reality shows like the kardashians and any of the housewives of whatever just because he loves watching the drama of it all and he thinks it's really funny. I think he would like celebrity big brother, especially the season with Gemma Collins and Tiffany Pollard. I think his idea of a nice Friday night is sitting on the couch with his s/o, eating popcorn and watching reality tv.

I feel like he's a definite mommy's boy so he'd want to do anything Narcissa was doing. I also think he probably wanted to sleep in bed with his parents a lot as a child but Lucius wouldn't let him. I think Narcissa would stick up for Draco though and be like "it's just one night" and Lucius would begrudgingly agree.

I feel like Dracos favorite thing to do is cuddle like if his s/o woke up early he'd come find them and try to coax them back to bed. If they said no he'd just be like "fine, I guess I'll just have to cuddle you right here" and he'd come up behind them and just hold them from behind. I also think his favorite position to cuddle in would be laying his head on his s/os stomach while his s/o played with his hair.

I'm sorry if this is a lot but I hope you really enjoy it. -Red ♥️

It is a lot, and I love every word of it. This all feels so accurate to his character that it makes me so incredibly happy. God, I’d give my left arm to watch something like America’s Next Top Model with him. I bet he’d get really invested. Like, he’d start out just being there for the hilarious overdramatization of it all and end up rooting for a girl and talking about how so-and-so should know their angles by now. Oh, and don’t get me started on how invested he’d be in the makeovers. You know he’d be going in on them. Completely roasting some of the styles that they were given. 

Mommy’s boy Draco also has a special place in my heart. I can just imagine him toddling around behind her when he was little, begging her to teach him how to do whatever she’s doing. I think that would be how he learned to ballroom dance. You know that he gets that from Lucius too. So, they’re both just glued to Narcissa at all times while they’re at home. Also, little baby Draco curled up all sweetly to his mama while simultaneously viciously kicking his dad away is such a funny thing to think about. Because he would. That would be like the only reason Lucius didn’t want him in bed. Draco steals too much of her attention. 

Cuddly babe Draco!! We love cuddly babe Draco here!! I could totally see him like half asleep whining and trying to pull you back into bed while you’re trying to get up for work or something. I could also see him completely rolling on top of you into his favorite position because then you literally couldn’t leave him. Like, I think he’d play the ‘call in sick’ game just to get some more cuddle time in. He’d also be dramatic about it, like, “Do you really want to get away from me that badly? Your faithful, loving husband. Am I truly so unbearable to be around that you won’t even stay for a few more minutes?” Every so often, it would work too.

Thank you so much, Red. I loved this so much, and I’m going to be thinking about Draco being dramatically snuggly for the rest of my life. You’re really wonderful <3 

[ourloveisforthelovely]

Fresh Start 3

Harry Potter AU

Characters: Sirius Black x Reader

Link to Chapter 

Rating: M 

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The next morning, you stood in line waiting to purchase a pre-made cake to take to the Weasley’s. The last thing that you really wanted to do at the moment was cook! When your eyes opened that morning, you were ready to throw your guts up.

“I’m going to kill Sirius when he gets home. That’s it! He’s a dead man.”

You muttered under your breath as another wave of nausea washed over you. Harry, meanwhile, decided to start pulling on the buttons of the tweed coat you were wearing. You mentally thanked the toddler for any kind of distraction that he had to offer you. The less that you had to think about being pregnant in addition to Sirius out there without the knowledge that he was about to be a father the better off you were!

“Easy, love.”

You whispered to your nephew as the clerk finished up. The clerk gave you a small smile before handing you the bag.

Walking out of the store, you let your mind go back to the previous thoughts. How in the hell were you going to tell Sirius about the baby? Were you just going to blurt it out or should you butter him up then drop the news? Molly’s idea seemed to be the best and healthiest.

“Sit him down, just the two of you, and tell him. Sirius loves you. I know the time isn’t ideal with everything going on but the two of you can do it. The two of you have been together since you were kids...now you’re having kids.”

You smiled at the thought. Molly always knew what to say at the worst times!

“Y/n?”

A voice and someone touching your arm quickly pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to see none other than Regulus Black standing behind you.

“Regulus, what do you want?”

You snapped before tightening your hold on Harry. If the man thought that he was going to get Harry, he had another thing coming. You didn’t mind hexing Sirius’ younger brother!

The younger man shook his head and held his hands up.

“I haven’t come to harm you. I need to talk to you... it's important.”

“I’m busy.”

You replied coldly. Regulus gave you that displeased expression that you had seen on Sirius’ face many times.

“Too busy to talk to an old friend? Like it or not, Y/n, we were friends. You were kind to me when the rest of my brother’s merry gang of men were cruel to me. Can’t you spare me a moment, for old times sake?”

You scowled at the man before adjusting Harry in your arms.

“Fine. What can I do for you?”

Regulus motioned to a small table at a cafe.

“Come sit down.”

You slowly followed and did as you were told. Looking at Regulus broke your heart. He was right. The two of you were friends. You were the only one out of your friends that was nice to the boy. The boy...that’s what he was to you. He would always be Sirius’ younger brother. He was the perfect son in his parent’s eyes. Their pure blood mania was almost too insane to deal with.

“I see you got your nephew.”

You nodded.

“Indeed. Some of you stupid death eater friends killed my brother and sister-in-lae. Just an FYI, when I get my hands on Pettigrew...it won’t be pretty.”

Regulus frowned. He knew that you would be furious over James and Lily being killed. Regulus could have cared less. He had always blamed James for turning Sirius away from the family...more particularly him. James seemed to be the brother that Sirius always wanted. When he made friends with James, Regulus was no longer wanted or needed.

“It won’t make any difference.”

You tilted your head, totally confused by his insolent attitude.

“What do you mean?”

Regulus leaned back as the waitress put two cups of coffee in front of you. He waited until she was gone before speaking again. The last thing that he wanted was for little ears who didn’t belong overhearing the conversation.

“This whole stupid war. Nothing is going to be fixed with all of the fighting. Too many people are dying for the wrong reasons.”

You kept your eyes on Regulus curiously. This was coming from the boy who was so proud to sign up to be a death eater! He was making mommy and daddy Black proud. Now he was saying that none of this mattered!

Before you could make a comment, your stomach rolled at the smell of the beverage in front of you. Holding your breath, you tried to keep your mind on Regulus’ words.

“Then what are the right reasons?”

“Not what we are seeing.”

He replied simply. You sat blinking. Regulus knew that you were getting confused and annoyed

“Regulus, whose side are you on?”

His grey eyes rolled to yours. The smirk that he gave you reminded you too much of his brother!

“I can’t say. So how are you?”

You took another deep breath, trying to keep a grip on your stomach. It was taking all you had not to get violently ill on Regulus’ obviously expensive shoes.

“Fine.”

“You’re awfully pale.”

“I’m not feeling well.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow as you scooted the coffee away from you. He decided to go out on a limb. Hopefully, he was wrong but he had a feeling that wouldn’t be the case.

“How far are you?”

Your head snapped up and what color was in your face drained out.

“Excuse me?”

Regulus smirked. He had spent enough time with Malfoy’s while Narcissa was pregnant to recognize a pregnant woman from a mile away!

“You’re pregnant aren’t you? Does my brother know?”

When you didn’t respond Regulus sighed. He ran a hand through his short hair (another habit he obviously got from his older brother).

“You are going to have to tell him. Sirius will figure it out and angry for being left in the dark. I didn’t know the two of you were back together.”

You rolled your eyes.

“We aren’t. Not yet at least...and I know exactly how Sirius is. I have been with him since we were 15.”

Regulus was clearly conflicted.

“Do you need anything? If my brother isn’t taking care of you at least let me.”

You shook your head. This was getting out of control and fast!

“Regulus, he doesn’t know! When he finds out, Sirius will do what he’s supposed to. I appreciate your concern. Sirius will be a wondering father! He’s great with Harry.”

Regulus’ grim expression didn’t soften. He knew Sirius would be a good father. Sirius would be 100% better than their own father.

“I won’t know. Y/n, you know that Sirius won’t let me see the baby. We are both not welcomed in each other’s lives. You can get a hold of me if you need anything.”

Regulus slowly got up and disappeared. He had forgotten the entire reason that had wanted to talk to you. Now his mind was as twisted as a pretzel.

The conversation with Regulus troubled you most of the afternoon. Arriving at Molly’s you tried to push the conversation from your mind. Molly opened the door with her usual giddy smile.

“Y/n, darling! It's so good to see you! Here let me have Harry. I’ll put him in the other room with Ron.”

Harry didn’t fight Molly, taking him before looking back to you. Molly kissed his forehead eagerly.

“Don’t worry, little one. She isn’t going anywhere.”

You gave your nephew a little wave before looking around the room. There was no sign of Sirius. You felt a little disappointed Sirius was typically one of the first ones back but tonight not so much.

“He’s not here yet.”

You looked over your shoulder and was relieved to hear Remus’ voice. Turning, you quickly wrapped your arms around your best friend.

“How are you feeling?”

Remus asked. You sighed.

“I feel horrible. I have been throwing up all morning and I really think that I am starting to show.”

You ran your hand down your still flat stomach. Remus grinned.

“I think you are just imagining that. You look nice.”

You couldn't help smiling. Remus Lupin always knew what to say at the right time! That was one thing that you were thankful for!

Your attention went to the fresh cuts on his face and neck. The full moon. You had forgotten all about the full moon! Here Remus was worrying over you when he was going through his own hell that hit every month.

“How about you?”

You asked gently. Remus frowned.

“I’m sorry?”

“You know what I mean, Remus.”

“I look worse than I feel.”

You pressed your lips together and wrapped your hand around his.

“Come by the house later. I have some stuff that I can put on you.”

“You’re too good to me, Y/n”

Remus knew it was too light of a comment for everything that you actually did for him. You took care of him when you didn’t have to.

“That’s called being a best friend. Just like you sat with me while I did 12 pregnancy tests.”

You said with a smile. Remus shrugged with a grin.

The door opening and closing pulled your attention from Remus. Sirius stood taking off his coat. You glanced at Remus.

“Well, time to face the music.”

You took a deep breath before going to where Sirius stood cuddling Harry. His grey eyes rolled to you before smiling. You stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. Sirius was completely shocked by the act. He had half expected you to not even pay attention to him.

“Hello, stranger.”

Sirius said with a smirk. When you blushed, Sirius was slightly surprised. He half expected you to tell him to stop his flirting.

“I should say the same to you. Can we talk?”

Sirius nodded. He was more than happy to talk! For six weeks he had been stewing over the fact that the two of you had slept together then you were too good to face him!

Walking into Molly and Arthur’s room, you waited until Sirius closed the door. He automatically went from normal Sirius Black to “I am fucking pissed and you’re going to hear about it.”

“So you sleep with me then will not talk to me for six weeks. Is that how we are?”

“Sirius, I’m sorry. You know that I had to pick up Harry. This isn’t what I wanted to talk to you about.”

Sirius rolled his eyes before lighting a cigarette.

“Let me guess. You’re pregnant.”

The comment was totally sarcastic. When you burst into tears, Sirius quickly put the cigarette out.

“Y/n!”

He said your name a little higher pitched than he meant to.

“I am.”

You said in a barely audible whisper. Sirius was dead silent. His eyes were wide in shock. This had to be the worst time ever to be having a baby! He stood motionless. His eyes were locked on you going from your face to your stomach.

“Sirius, say something.”

“Are you sure?”

He managed to choke out. You gave him the world’s biggest bitch face. What kind of question was that?

“It isn’t hard to pee on a stick! I took 12. Ask Remus if you don’t believe me.”

Sirius immediately looked annoyed.

“So you couldn’t call the father of the child but you could call another man?”

He knew that it was a cruel comment but the jealous side of his brain had roared back with a vengeance.

“Sirius, you were on a job! I couldn’t just get a hold of you and be like hey I may or may not be pregnant. Want to come home while I find out?”

Sirius stubbornly crossed his arms over his chest.

“Yes, you could! Why don’t you just go have a baby with Remus? I’m sure he would be a better boyfriend than me too.”

Your mouth dropped. This WAS not the reaction that you had expected!

“Funny, I don’t want him as my boyfriend. I was hoping that would be your job! Stop acting like your family! You’re better than that.”

Sirius’ mouth dropped. He stared at you for a moment before appeatating out of the room.

An hour later, Sirius sat with a half-empty bottle of fire whiskey in front of him as he lay on the bed. He had been pouting from the moment that he arrived home. Was his comment about Remus out of line? Yes, it was. Sirius knew that there was nothing between Remus and yourself. He had been a jealous shit over the fact that you would go to Remus over him. Maybe it wasn’t jealousy but hurt.

“If you hadn’t treated her like crap, in the beginning, Y/n would have come to you...like she did with anything else.”

The voice in Sirius’ head was right! When the two of you were in school, if something was wrong Sirius fixed it. If you had a problem, he was the first person that you went to (which of course unless it was sexual in nature, James was taking care of the problem too.)

“Do you think that you handled that appropriately?”

Sirius jumped up to see Remus standing in the doorway. His friend looked pretty annoyed...and he had a good reason.

“Probably not.”

Sirius muttered as he stood up. He slightly staggered from all of the booze that he had just downed.

“Y/n is very upset and all you have to say is probably not? Sirius, I love Y/n dearly. She is one of my best friends. I, however, have no romantic interest in her! Y/n has made it very obvious since we were teenagers that you were the one that she wanted. She wanted the rebel bad boy, not the shy bookworm.”

Sirius’ grey eyes rolled to his friend before siling.

“Sorry, Moony.”

When Remus smiled, Sirius knew that all was forgiven.

“You should go talk to her.”

Remus said. Sirius looked up as his smile faded.

“What am I going to do, Remus? We are having a baby at the worst time ever. I’m no good as a boyfriend. Tonight’s behavior showed that. I’m supposed to get her pregnant when we are trying for a baby not during some drunken one night stand.”

Remus sat down. He knew that this was going to be one hell of a conversation.

“Maybe it's what the two of you need? Have you thought about that? Both of you were looking for a sign that your love was meant to be. I know that you don’t think it is a good time...that is probably what makes it the right time.You are doing splendidly with Harry. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

Sirius smiled at the mention of Harry’s name. He had to admit that watching you care for the baby made the man in him go crazy.

“What if I can’t take care of them? What if I fuck up again?”

Remus shook his head.

“You will fuck up again but that is where Y/n and yourself will show how strong you are as a couple. Sirius, she was the girl that essentially tamed you. You love her madly. You can care for Y/n and the kids properly. You have the ability.”

Sirius sighed.

“My family’s name and money will take care of them...the things that I hate.”

Remus put a hand on his friend’s back. His poor friend was definitely on the self-hatred train for the evening.

“It will be you. Sure, those things are helpful. Sirius, you are not your family. You can raise Harry and the baby differently. Besides, it isn’t like your mom and dad will be jumping to come into the picture.”

Sirius smirked. Remus was definitely right there! He hadn’t heard a peep from his parents in years.

“Remus, can you go get Y/n?”

Remus nodded and opened the door. You stood on the other side, obviously hearing the whole conversation. Remus grinned before stepping out of the room.

“I’ll just get Harry down for the night.”

Once Remus was out of the picture, Sirius held out his hand to you. You could tell by looking at him that he was half-drunk but you didn’t care. At least, he would be willing to listen. You smiled at the thought of Sirius being a needy drunk.

Wrapping your hand around his, you didn’t fight Sirius when he pulled you into his arms. The hug was exactly what the two of you needed!

“Y/n, I am really sorry. I was a big jerk. I guess I was...am scared.”

There it was! The emotion that you needed to see! You didn’t want Sirius to keep all of this locked up inside himself!

“And you think that I’m not? Sirius, I am really scared! I was worried that you would never want to be with me once that you found out.”

Sirius was clearly stunned by that comment. How could he not want to be with you? He had been desperate to get you back since the day you walked out on him! Maybe he wasn’t vocalizing his desperation enough?

“Y/n, I’m not some idiot! Look, I know that I treated you badly for a while and I am eternally sorry for that. I want to fix what happened between us. I want to make you happy.”

For the first time in months, that cold angry side of yourself had vanished! You stood up enough to pull him into a kiss. Sirius was motionless at first but quickly wrapped his arms around you to deepen the kiss.

“I want to make you happy too.”

You said against his mouth.

“Would you still marry me? I don’t want people talking and the way things are…”

You slowly pulled away as Sirius’ voice cracked. The way things are...that sentence alone was very telling. A lot of other people were eloping at crazy rates. You figured the thought of possibly being killed the next day was enough to scare anyone into wanting to do wild things.

Your mind immediately went to James and Lily. James wouldn't be there to give you away. Lily wouldn't be able to help you fuss over dresses.

“I would. We don’t know what tomorrow will bring.”

Sirius reached into his pocket and slowly slid your engagement ring back on your finger.

“You kept my ring?”

Sirius nodded as he pressed a kiss to your ring finger.

“It's been in my pocket since you left.”

His eyes looked pained when he said the word left. You quickly reached up and put your hands on either side of his face.

“I’m not leaving again!”

Sirius was relieved to hear that! The promise that he wouldn't be alone again was everything that he wanted to hear!

(Meanwhile)

Regulus walked into 12 Grimmauld Place in a huff. He didn’t want to see or talk to anyone at the moment!

“My son is that you?”

Regulus groaned at hearing his mother’s voice. He knew that he might as well face her and get it over with.

“Yes, mum. It's me.”

Regulus walked into the living room where his mother sat sipping a glass of wine. Her cold eyes were focused on a book that she was reading. The woman couldn't even be bothered to look at her “favorite” son.

“Is all well?”

She asked. Regulus shrugged.

“Do you remember Y/n Potter?”

Walburga slammed the book and glared up angrily! She didn’t want to hear your name!

“The whore is a blood traitor. What about her?”

Regulus fought back a groan. He didn't want to get in a fight with Walburga that night.

“That would be her. Y/n is pregnant. She’s having Sirius’ baby.”

Walburga instantly looked like someone shoved a handful of lemon drops in her mouth.

“Don’t say his name in this house! You’re telling me that Sirius is having a child with her?”

Regulus nodded as he poured a glass of whiskey.

“That is exactly what is happening. Like it or not mum, the child will be part of this family. At least you won’t have ugly grandchildren. Y/n is lovely and Sirius...well you’ve met him.”

Walburga stood up and walked to the window. She was dead silent for a few moments before turning quickly.

“Maybe I should pay the happy couple a visit.”

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Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge

This turned out longer than I thought it would be.  This is for @sdavid09‘s Tale Teller’s Daily Writing Challenge.

Day 2 Prompt:   Sometimes, your character let’s their mind drift away to ‘what ifs’ and ‘if only’. Write your character living in one of those scenarios.

“What if there was no Voldemort?”

Title:  Blessed

There was a rustling in his bed.  Sirius’ eyes darted open, brain already ready for a fight.  Instead he heard a high pitched giggle, and a groan from his wife.  

“Wake up!  We promised Harry we would see him off to Hogwarts.”  

Sirius looked at the alarm clock, and then at his daughter.  “Minnie, it’s only 6 am.  The train doesn’t leave for another 5 hours.”

“But we promised that we would be there.  And Uncle Prongs said that if we get to their house early enough, he would make pancakes.”  Minnie’s lip quivered.  

“Minnie, why don’t you go get dressed while dad and I get ready ourselves.  And you can get the food ready for Snuffles’ breakfast.” Sirius gave his wife a grateful look while their daughter squealed and ran out of the room.

“You’re a lifesaver Morgan.”  He went in for a good morning kiss and she held up a finger, stopping him.  

“Brush your teeth first.  Then you get a kiss.”  Sirius just grinned and went to the small bathroom attached to their bedroom.  Once he was finished, he felt a hug from behind him.  He relaxed into the gentle embrace.

“Now do I get that kiss,”  he whispered.  He then felt Morgan stiffen as she ran to the toilet.  He immediately went into caretaker mode and held her hair back and she held the porcelain bowl.  

Once she was finished, he gave her a washcloth.  She took it from him and wiped her face.  He then gave her some privacy while he got dressed and went to check on Minnie.

He found her in the kitchen, the dog bowl not visible through the pile of kibble falling down the sides.  Snuffles was eating kibble like it wasn’t going to be there when he shut his eyes.  Minnie was giggling as she watched a morning cartoon on the TV.  

“How’s my little pumpkin this morning?”  Sirius grabbed her from behind and started tickling her.

“Excited daddy.  But I’m gonna miss Harry.”  

“Me too pumpkin.  But think, he’ll be back for Christmas, and he’ll still be at Hogwarts when it’s your turn, and you’ll still get to play with Dan and Jasmine.”

“But Harry is nicer than Dan and lets Jasmine and I play with him and Ron.”  Minnie pouted.  Snuffles decided to ignore his food and plodded over and sat at Minnie’s feet.

Both Minnie and Sirius scratched the Dane’s ears.  

“Don’t worry Minnie, your namesake is going to take care of him.  And he’ll write you lots.  And so will the twins.  Just because you’re still here doesn’t mean that he’ll forget about you.  You’ll still be his favorite cousin.”

“Thanks daddy.  Where’s mommy at?”

“She’s still getting ready.  I can go check on her and then I’ll firecall your Uncle Prongs to see if it’s okay to come over.”

Sirius jogged up the stairs to see his wife sitting on the bed staring at a stick.

“Is that what I think it is?” he questioned.

Morgan nodded.  She showed it to him and there were two lines on the stick.  

Sirius let out a whoop and picked up his wife and spun her around in a circle.  “I’m gonna be a dad again!”  Morgan just laughed.  

“I’ll go to the clinic to make sure, but with Minnie I didn’t have morning sickness, so I wasn’t sure until now.”

“I love you,” he kissed her abdomen.  “I love you,” he kissed her heart.  “I love you,” he kissed her lips.  

Morgan kissed him back.  “And we love you.  Now let’s go make sure our daughter isn’t trying to sneak over to James and Lily’s house behind our back.”

Once they were downstairs, Morgan went to pour Minnie some juice while Sirius went straight for the fireplace.

He felt it would be easier to go over in person, so he just said the name of the house and floo’d over to the cottage.

The entrance area was a mess of a trunk and he could hear arguments over the bathroom and Hedwig hooting in her cage.  

“Good girl,” he said, petting her through the bars.

“Prongs, Lily,” Sirius called out.  

James came from the kitchen, flour all over his shirt and pants.  “Good to see you Padfoot.  Harry had us up at the crack of dawn, and I’m just starting on breakfast while Lily is attempting to corral the kids.”

“I was coming to check in before coming over with Morgan and Minnie.  Minnie said something about pancakes.”

“Yeah, I told her that if you guys came over early enough I would make pancakes.  I’m guessing she’s the reason you guys are up so early.”

“One of two reasons,” Sirius said with a grin.

“What’s the second reason?” James asked.

“Not my secret to tell.”  

James scowled.  “Fine.  Bet it was just Snuffles bringing another girl home.”

Sirius just gave his friend a hug, getting flour all over his clothes, but not caring.  He went back through the fireplace and got his daughter and wife and they traveled through the fireplace.

Breakfast was a chaotic mess, but that’s what happens when you have four children with the oldest at 11, and they just made it to King’s Cross at 10:30 am.

“We’re going to be late,” Harry complained.  

“What, you don’t trust your family to get you there on time?” asked James.

“No,” Harry answered.  Sirius barked out a laugh.

Sirius and Morgan were leading the pack with Harry close behind.  Jasmine and Minnie were holding hands and following behind while Dan walked close to James and Lily.

Once they were on the platform, Sirius saw others from his family.  He nodded at Lucius and Narcissa, and when they weren’t looking, he slipped Draco a present for going away.  Draco gave him a giant grin, and immediately hid it as soon as his parents noticed.  

Once Harry’s luggage was on the train, Sirius took him aside to give him some advice.  “Now remember, watch out for Professor McGonagall.  She’s going to expect a lot from you.  Moony is going to be your teacher, so he can’t show favoritism.  And watch out for Snape.  Mainly because he doesn’t like your dad, or me.”  

Harry looked at him with a question.  “I did something stupid.  I absolutely regret it.  But it’s too late for me to say anything.  But I wanted to give you one last thing before you left.”

Sirius brought out a package.  “Don’t open it here, mainly because I don’t want your dad to know that I stole his.  We used this to keep in contact during detentions.  I have one that I keep in the study.  Use this for when you need to talk.  I’ll always answer.”

Harry took it and gave him a big hug.  “Thanks Uncle Sirius.”

“Now you get one last thing that you get to keep a secret and you get to know before your dad and Minnie.”

“What is it?”

“You’re getting another cousin.”  

Harry’s eyes went wide.  “Really?”

“Yep Prongslet.  We found out this morning before coming over.  Now let’s get you back to your parents before your mother murders me for stealing you away so she doesn’t get to say goodbye to you.”

The two walked back to the family, Sirius’ arm around Harry’s shoulders.

Sirius, Morgan, and Minnie watched as the Potter family said goodbye, with tears in Minnie’s eyes.  Harry made sure to give her a hug, and then he boarded the train.  Not long after, it took off, the three kids chasing it to wave goodbye to Harry.  

The two families then went their separate ways.  Morgan had a shift at the local non-magical hospital, and Minnie and Sirius were going to take Snuffles on a long, long walk.  

That changed as soon as they went home and Regulus’ head was in the fire.

“Sirius, can you come to St. Mungo’s please.  Priscilla just got checked in and it’s too early for the baby.”

“I’ll be there as soon as I get Minnie situated.”  When Regulus’ head disappeared, Sirius firecalled James and asked if Minnie could come over as he was going to St. Mungo’s for Regulus.  James agreed, and after Minnie was situated, he floo’d over to the hospital and met his brother in the lobby.

“Thanks for coming Sirius.”  Regulus looked like a wreck.  “The baby isn’t supposed to come for another 8 weeks, and she hasn’t been feeling well.”  

Sirius guided his brother to a chair.  “It’s gonna be okay Reg.  Your wife is strong, and we’re Blacks.  Your nibling is going to make it.  Just breathe before they give you a calming potion.”

“Those never agreed with me,” Regulus tried to laugh.  “Last time mother gave me one, I ended up throwing up on Bellatrix’s shoes at a party.”

The two just sat in the waiting area, waiting for news, reminding each other of the stupid stuff that they did as kids before Hogwarts.  The two fell apart once Sirius had started Hogwarts, but once he got his head settle right again, the brothers fell back into friendship.  It wasn’t the same as it was when they were younger, but it was a bond that wouldn’t be broken by idiocy.  

Hours later, after many cups of tea, a healer finally came into the lobby.  Regulus stood up along with Sirius, with Sirius keeping a hand on his shoulder.

“You can come in now,” the healer said.

Regulus and Sirius went into the room and saw Priscilla holding a baby.  She smiled at Regulus and he started crying.  

“Come meet your son Regulus,” she said.  Sirius hung back while Regulus walked over and held his son for the first time.  

“Hi there baby, it’s me, your dad.”  Regulus had the biggest grin on his face, with tears still falling down from his eyes.  

Regulus then looked at his wife, and she nodded.  “Sirius, come and meet your nephew.”

Sirius went over and held the little baby, making sure to support his head.

“When we were talking about names, for a boy we had decided on Rigel Sirius Black,” Priscilla said.  

Sirius broke his gaze from his nephew to look at her.  “Are you serious?”

Regulus smiled.  “No, that’s the two of you.  But we are serious.  And we were hoping that you and Morgan would be godparents.”

Sirius walked over and gave his brother a hug while making sure not to squish his nephew.  “We’d be honored to be godparents to little Rigel.”

He stayed with the family a little longer before ducking out to go get Minnie from the Potters.  

She was asleep when he got there.  Lily was waiting in the kitchen with a cup of tea already waiting.  

“How did you know?” Sirius asked.

“Had a feeling.  So what happened, is everything okay?”

Sirius slung back the tea as if it was firewhiskey.  “Regulus and Priscilla’s baby came early.”  Lily made to interrupt, but Sirius stopped her.  “Both mom and baby are fine.  We now get to welcome Rigel Sirius Black to the family.”  

Lily smiled.  “I’m happy for them.  Now you better get your daughter home.  Give Morgan my love.”  

Sirius gave her a hug.  “I’ll be sure to.  Thanks for everything Lily.”

“You’re family Sirius.  That’s what family’s supposed to do.”

Sirius then went to Jasmine’s room and picked up Minnie.  She didn’t even stir at being picked up.  He floo’d back to their house and tucked her in.  After letting Snuffles out, Sirius went into the den and waited for Morgan to get home from her shift.

He must have fallen asleep as he woke up to a kiss.  “Sorry, I tried to stay awake, but I was at St. Mungo’s for so long.”

“How’s Priscilla and Regulus?” Morgan asked, hanging up her jacket.

“They welcomed Rigel Sirius Black into the family and want us to be godparents.”

“Did you say yes?”  Sirius went over to Morgan and kissed her.

“Of course.  Now let’s get you up to bed and off your feet.”

“Sandwich first.  I’m starving.”  Sirius chuckled and then went to make Morgan a turkey sandwich while she sat at the kitchen table, propping her feet up on a chair.  While she ate, Sirius rubbed her shoulders, releasing the tension.

They finally went upstairs, where Sirius would get up in a few hours to take Minnie to kindergarten.  He wouldn’t trade anything for this.  His wife up against him in bed, a daughter that he loves more than anything, a good relationship with his brother, and a large extended family.  He was blessed.

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i sometimes get emotional about teddy lupin, sue me

do you ever think about tiny baby teddy, waking up an orphan and never knowing it; one moment he’s sleeping peacefully, barely a few weeks old, the scent of his mom’s skin and warmth still wrapped around him, and the next moment his grandma is holding him close to her heart while she cries; he wails because he’s hungry, because his diaper needs to be changed, and because andromeda is crying, her tears rolling down his turquoise blue hair.

no one teaches him to say dada or mama - andromeda keeps telling him that grandma’s here, soothing him, rocking him in her arms, and molly dots on him like he’s her own, like she’s done with harry the moment she first laid eyes on him, and bill remembers how much comfort and reassurance remus brought him after he received the bite and swears to look after teddy, and harry shares his free time from auror-training between the burrow and andromeda’s, and everybody loves that little boy like their own but he doesn’t have a mommy and a daddy. when he first mumbles a soft, curious, unca harry, harry breaks down.

teddy spends a lot of time between his grandmother’s house, the burrow, and shell cottage. when victoire is born, andromeda often drops by shell cottage to help, knowing that molly and fleur aren’t always on the same page, and tiny teddy lupin, who’s barely two when victoire is born, spends afternoons strolling by the beach, picking up seashells he collects for the baby. he tiptoes to look at her in her crib, and nobody knows who’s more enamored, teddy who keeps saying he wants to hold her or victoire who stops crying whenever teddy comes into her view.

when he’s around three or four, teddy starts understanding his being a metamorphmagus, and starts changing his hair or nose whenever he’s around the weasley-potter clan to look more like them. harry is holding him and he scrunches up his nose, turns his hair black; he turns his hair ginger and his eyes blue once when ron is reading him babbitty rabbitty and her cackling stump, and hermione stops in her tracks at the sight.

by the time he’s nine, he wears his hair like his father did, even though it still tends to turn blue whenever he’s feeling a strong emotion. molly despairs over bill’s long hair and teddy’s messy blue locks. victoire says she likes it once, with a soft, fond smile, and teddy spends most of his teenage years wearing it blue to see that smile again.

teddy grows up with a lot of uncles and aunties, being surrounded by the weasley family; he struggles with saying ginny and hermione’s names for a long time, calling them auntie ninny and auntie minnie. george and ron and harry keep teasing hermione for it, saying that minnie sounds like minerva. (hermione might have made ron grovel a bit before allowing him back in the bedroom after that.)

hermione makes it her mission to teach him about muggle life and culture, because she wants him to feel empowered by his half-blood heritage. arthur follows her lessons with upmost fascination. whenever he’s at the burrow, arthur reads him muggle fairy tales or they spend hours in the garage building or fixing stuff. teddy loves it.

when ginny gets pregnant with james, teddy feels left out and terrified that harry will not have time for him anymore, that he won’t want to spend time with him now that he’s making a family of his own - but he doesn’t say a thing. nobody notices it at first, since teddy has always been such a sweetheart around victoire and dominique and little molly, but when harry does, he makes sure to include teddy in the process: teddy giggles as harry levitates him so he can paint the nursery walls with him, and teddy basically comes over and lives with them during the last weeks of ginny’s pregnancy and the first couple of months after baby james is born.

teddy is a huge factor in ron’s decision to leave the auror department. the career never suited him as much as it did harry, and once the restlessness of the war dissipates, once the toll of everything they went through really dawns on him, ron is still hesitant over leaving the ministry (what else could he do, what would hermione think.) but one afternoon he’s home on break in between missions and he’s playing with teddy and he realizes that if he and hermione ever have children he wants to do right by them; doesn’t want to live a reckless, dangerous life that could leave them fatherless. george is not doing so well at the shop, and ron isn’t doing so well with spending his life fighting the evil that remains, and teddy is adorable and innocent and he should have been raised by his own parents. the thought chokes him up, and ron talks to hermione that night.

both harry and ron feel extremely proud and honored when teddy first announces that he wants to become an auror like them and his mom, tho.

he sees the malfoys a few times a year. narcissa reached out to her sister when he was just a baby, and it’s taken them all a lot of time to figure it out, how to exist in this post-war world with all of their bad blood and history. but they manage. teddy sees how much it means to his grandmother, who was left all alone, like he was, so he makes an effort. everyone does.

he and little james are the pranksters of the family, and uncle george never makes them pay for anything at the shop.

teddy is closest to harry and ginny’s children, of course, spending so much time at their house he basically lives there, so he’s anxious and heartbroken at the thought of going to hogwarts. when harry realizes that his anxiety has nothing to do with going to school, but leaving, he does what he feels remus would have done: he buys a whole lot of chocolate at honeydukes and sends some more every week during teddy’s first term.

(teddy feels a whole lot better when victoire starts attending two years later.)

teddy starts tutoring other students in transfiguration and herbology and care of magical creatures, his favorite subjects. and if he extends the lessons to students outside hufflepuff house, it has nothing to do with victoire weasley. nothing. he’d help out anyone, anyway.

no one teases him when he’s made a prefect, something that uncle ron grumbles a whole lot about - aunt hermione smiles at him fondly in that way grandma molly looks at grandpa arthur when he gets excited over muggle stuff, and grown-ups are weird, really.

he’s fifteen when he starts realizing that even though he does feel part of the weasley-potter family, he’s never really seen victoire that way. harry’s kids are like siblings to him, and domi and louis and all the others definitely are family. but he remembers victoire telling him they should get married when she was seven because she liked his hair, and he’d agreed, no questions asked, because he couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever said no to her. but he’s taking his o.w.l.s and she’s thirteen, basically a baby by his and her father’s standards, so fifth year is a very awkward year for him. the sun gleams in her hair and he can’t. fucking. breathe.

he can’t tell harry about it, because harry will tell uncle ron, who’ll tell uncle bill. but he goes to neville after classes, to talk about herbology, and family and duty and gratitude and burdens, and it’s at age fifteen that he suddenly realizes just how lucky he is that he grew up surrounded by people who devoted themselves to making him feel loved. it’s humbling in a way that’s totally terrifying for a fifteen year-old boy. he knows about his godfather’s childhood, about neville’s, and he’s so bloody grateful for his family - so he can’t do that to his family. he can’t throw all of that away because he’s falling in love with victoire.

but it isn’t so much falling in love as it is giving that warm, overwhelming sensation in his heart a name, is it? because he can’t remember a time when he didn’t love her. he’s always loved her, like little boy holding little girl’s hand, boy hating seeing her cry, boy willing to do anything to protect her. she’s his best friend.

victoire notices the change, of course she does. but teddy tells her he’s just stressed out about his exams and his prefect duties, and she’s a thirteen year-old girl who’s pretty and popular so she reluctantly accepts his made-up excuses and focuses on her girlfriends and her lessons.

everybody notices the change during easter break, when they’re all back home at andromeda’s to celebrate teddy’s sixteenth birthday. his grandmother and molly keep looking at him like they know, and ginny and hermione sit him down at some point while ginny starts telling him all about how cringe-worthy it had been to grow up with her git of a brother being in love with his best friend but denying it until it was almost too late. hermione nods her head, clearly embarrassed at ginny’s openness about her cringe-worthy history with ron. harry suggests a quidditch game, and teddy flees the kitchen before his aunts can start giving him pointers.

but it’s in his head now: his aunts didn’t find him gross, nor did they threaten him to cast him out, so that has to count for something. when victoire’s birthday comes around, he makes her a seashell necklace like when they were kids she swears to never take off.

(she never takes it off.)

(she hugs him so tight, it’s painful to let her go.)

he doesn’t know who’s prouder about his o.w.l.s results, and he doesn’t care, because victoire kisses him during the party his grandmother and harry threw for him. she gives him a look that’s both regal like her mom and exasperated like aunt ginny when she pulls back and he stammers, and she kisses him again because she can. his eyebrows turn pink against his will, and aunt hermione spurs some metamorphmagus info about euphoria and pride and physical transformation that everybody buys because no one ever argues with his bookworm aunt.

the summer before his sixth and her fourth year, they sneak off whenever they can, although the task reveals itself to be extremely hard as they’re the eldest and all the little ones look up to them to entertain and take care of them. james in particular, with whom teddy is closest, seems to keep interrupting them accidentally on purpose. it drives victoire mad, and when she’s mad her skin flushes a pretty pink, and teddy can’t think anymore.

all the adults know but bill and ron by the end of the summer. at the quidditch world cup, bill frowns at them and switches seats with victoire so he can sit between the two of them. bill tries to give him a semi-reproachful look that has more to do with a boy looking at his daughter than with teddy himself, and eventually gives up and gives her seat back to victoire. ron, who’d gone to congratulate viktor krum, keeps muttering about these older guys who can’t seem to find girlfriends their own age. hermione rolls her eyes, tells him to give it a rest, and reminds him that she married him. ginny calls him a git. all in all, teddy thinks it could have gone much worse.

harry sits him down and gives him the talk. not that talk. he tells him about how his father never believed he was worthy of his mother, and harry tells him how proud he is that he’s living his life being confident in who he is and pursuing the things he loves. it’s a weird talk but teddy feels closer to his godfather and parents than ever.

nobody wants to give him the talk, tbh, which is fine by teddy because being part of a wolf pack as big as the weasley-potter clan is great except when it comes to dating one of them. ron gives him an old copy of twelve fail-safe ways to charm witches and makes him swear not to tell hermione, the tip of his ears bright red like he’s the one who’s sixteen all over again. teddy’s hair turns a bright pink for a whole week.

he comes of age and it’s rough. harry gives him an old suitcase that belonged to his dad, and his grandmother spends the day fussing over him, and it hits him, that he’s seventeen and an adult and an orphan, still. victoire’s birthday comes and it’s hard not to think about his parents again, about how her birthday has always been about her and about them, and his uncle fred, and everyone who died during the battle of hogwarts.

he refuses to let anything spoil his seventh year. he watches james be sorted in gryffindor, he helps victoire study for her o.w.l.s, and she distracts him from studying for his n.e.w.t.s but he doesn’t mind. at all.

(he’s the first blue-haired headboy in the history of hogwarts, dating the most beautiful, clever, amazing girl ever, things are more than good.)

harry cries on his graduation day. he’s asked him before, if he and ron ever regretted not coming back to hogwarts to finish their education, and harry’s always said no, but teddy’s glad he’s here now, sharing this with him.

he doesn’t get into the auror training program. he still wants to do it, but not while victoire is still in school, not when it would make her worry like crazy. he spends two years interning with bill as a curse-breaker (without bill ever trying to curse him), with charlie for a summer in romania, and with hermione at the ministry. he loves it all, and though he sometimes feels too old, all of a sudden he feels too young to make such a career decision now.

victoire’s seventh year arrives, and he sees her off at the station. james catches them kissing goodbye, and the git goes running off telling everyone. everybody teases james about it, and uncle ron in the process.

james has reached that age where he finds snogging disgusting, and pretends to puke everytime he sees them together, until uncle george slips him a puking pastille that shuts him up about it for good.

he gets victoire’s name tattooed on his chest. he can change his hair or features in a split second, but he wants her there, above his heart, in a permanent way.

(he finds the old pearl ring he made when he was nine, when victoire had all but ordered him to marry her, and he keeps it on him, just in case.)

(she never takes it off, either.)

tagging @sunshineandsciencebabies because that’s what friends do, they suffer together!!

[legendofmischief]

Title: 2013 Harry Potter Christmas Drabble Challenge [2018 Repost]

Author: @writemeashot / @holykryptonitekitten / @legendofmischief

[MattsMarshMello on fanfiction.net]

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing/Characters:  James & Lily Potter, Severus Snape, Harry, Ron, & Hermione, Ginny Weasley, Draco & Narcissa Malfoy, Neville & Luna, Draco, Astoria & Scorpius, George & Angelina, Harry & Dobby, Lily & Snape, and George & Fred.

Rating: Teen [Due to some heavier themes such as loss/grief/death etc]

Notes: Hi there! This is a holiday drabble collection I did for a challenge on fanfic.net [Ash’s Monthly Competition]. The challenge was to write a short drabble while listening to specific Christmas songs, of which I will also link. This is old writing so be aware of possible growth (hopefully lol) between this collection and how I currently write.

1. Lily’s Boy Child

Lily smiled at James as he brought her a cuppa, she let go of the muggle sales magazine she had been looking at to take it.

"I'm thinking of having a white crib, what do you think James?"

He sat down next to her with his own cup of tea and peered over at the magazine.

"Whatever you think looks good Lily, just make sure to have some blue and red in there."

He put an arm behind her on the couch as he took in how she studied the items in the catalog, he couldn't believe that she was already glowing after just finishing her first month of pregnancy. She smiled and leaned into him as she picked out what decor she wanted.

After a quiet silence, she suddenly looked up at her husband.

"I want to name him Harry."

Song: Mary's Boy Child, Character(s): James & Lily Potter

2. Severus’s Shameful Night

He stumbled into Spinner's End, and fell to the floor gasping for breath. He couldn't believe he had accomplished what he had. He did it. He killed.

Oh Merlin, the woman's screams wouldn't stop echoing in his head, causing him to sob and cringe. Tears tracked down his cheeks as he hugged himself and another sob escaped him as a horrible thought struck him.

What if it was Lily.

What if she had been the target during the death eater mission? What if she had been the Dark Lord's chew toy?

"No, no, no...never Lily...never Lily." He vowed to himself that it would never be her on the receiving end of a death eater's wand. He would make sure of that, somehow.

He lost himself to his tears of grief and shame, falling asleep in the fetal position on the floor in front of the door to his house.

Song: Oh Holy Night, Character(s): Severus Snape (Teenage/Young Adult)

3. Christmas Of Laughs

It was such a breath of fresh air, for them all. She and Ron had help Harry decorate Grimmauld Place for Christmas, they were spending it together this year. Just the three of them. Some people understood, others didn't but it didn't matter. They were celebrating a freedom from having to plot, dodge danger, and wage war against a mad man. She couldn't help but snort some of her hot chocolate as she laughed and spluttered. She was watching Harry and Ron trying to catch the enchanted elf on the shelf and the little pixie like toy was giving them a run for their money. Hermione proceeded to cough, laugh, and sputter.

"Oh shut it Hermione, I don't see you over here helping us." Ron replied to her just before he dove at the elf, missed and went sliding head first into the sooty fireplace. A curse was heard before he emerged coughing and half covered in black soot.

"Ron's right Hermione, if you were helping we'd have caught the damn thing already." Harry said before taking a running charge at the elf, only to slip on a rug and fall back onto the Christmas tree knocking it over and getting tangled in the lights.

Hermione lost it then, to a fit of tear filled giggles.

Song: Happy Xmas (War is Over), Character(s): Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, & Harry Potter

4. Working On The World

"Draco darling, what do you want for Christmas?"

He looked over the top of his tumbler of scotch at his mother, an annoyed scowl on his face.

"Mother, you cannot afford what I want for Christmas."

"Try me Draco, you might be surprised."

He rolled his eyes and tossed back the rest of his liquor.

"I want peace. I want a better world for my future children."

A smile graced Narcissa's face and she came to sit beside of her son.

"That will take longer than a shopping trip, but together we can work towards that goal."

Ginny stared out her frosted window, listening to the sounds of Christmas prepping going on in the Burrow. In the past she would have been downstairs eagerly helping her mother, but not this year. It was the first Christmas after the Second Wizarding War and she was ponderous. Was it safe to move forward? Would there always be a villain in the world? In her life? She hoped not. She just wanted to live a normal, peaceful life with Harry. She supposed that could happen. Putting her finger to the icy glass, she smiled after glancing at the acceptance letter on bed. She would be playing for the Holyhead Harpies after she finished Hogwarts.

Song: My Grown Up Christmas List, Character(s): Narcissa & Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley

5. Brave Stars

"They are so pretty tonight, don't you think?"

Neville looked up from his dessert and followed his date's gaze upward to the clear night sky filled with sparkling stars.

"Oh, yes they are bright tonight." He gave her a smile, he had always appreciated Luna's ability to notice the little things.

After finishing their dessert he asked her dance to the slow music in the background, she accepted and they started to sway.

"Um,...Luna...I.."

Her dreamy voice stopped him from completing his sentence.

"Oh yes Neville, I would love to. Perhaps a mountain retreat will do."

Neville blinked owlishly for a bit before piecing together her abstract sentence, yet another he adored about her was the riddle like way she spoke.

"I've never done that, but I would love to with you." He caught her eye, smiled and then leaned down bravely to seal their lips in a chaste first kiss. She gave him butterflies as he felt her smile against his lips.

"It's a date then."

Song: Do You Hear What I Hear?, Character(s): Neville Longbottom & Luna Lovegood.

6. Santa Is Stealing Mummy

Scorpius snuck down the stairs silently after hearing the floo activate. He snuck towards the door and peaked through into the room. His eyes went wide as he saw Santa, and he was about to dart forward and shout out loudly with excitement but the other figure that appeared stopped him. It was his Mum and she leaned up on tip toe, smooching Mr. Santa for what seemed like the longest time. A loud gasp came out of his mouth, startling the two in the room and then he shot off like a rocket up to his parents' room screaming and yelling at the top of his lungs.

"DADDY! DADDY IT'S A 'MERGENCY! SANTA IS STEALING MUMMY! DADDY! DADDY WHERE ARE YOU!? IT'S A 'MERGENCY! SANTA KISSED MUMMY! DADDY!"

Meanwhile downstairs, Astoria and Draco were clutching their sides and wheezing slightly as laughs wracked them, tears sliding down their cheeks. Once they were discovered, Scorpius pouted and sulked until it was time to open his presents. Then all was forgiven.

Song: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, Character(s): Scorpius, Astoria, & Draco Malfoy.

7. Eggnog Dance Party

"George really? Don't you think it's a little early for eggnog?"

"Nonsense Angelina, it is never too early for eggnog."

He gave her a sexy smile and handed a glass over to her.

"Cheers darling!" After downing a few swigs, he flicked his wand towards the stereo and it started to play up beat music. George started to dance around, doing his own little sway and jig while being careful not to waste a precious drop of eggnog.

Angelina watched him over the top of her own glass, preferring to drink then dance but he suddenly came towards her and grabbed her forward to join him. A giggle erupted from her throat and she got lost in the way his eyes sparkled when they were together.

"Oh George, I don't think I will ever get tired of you."

He wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively, "That's what they all say darling."

"Of course they do." She rolled her eyes while a smirk toyed at her lips before she draining her glass and started to dance around, letting loose and just being in the moment with boyfriend.

Song: Christmas (Baby Please Come Home), Character(s): George Weasley & Angelina Johnson.

8. Dobby’s Tree

Harry finished hanging the last ornament and readjusting some tinsel before waving his wand to light the little tree. A grim smile formed on his face as he took in the sight of the tree next to the gravestone nestled in the sand.

"I'll put a charm on it so that it will last, its not near enough to give you what you deserve Dobby..but I suppose it will have to do."

Harry fidgeted with the little Christmas tree some more, he wanted it to be perfect.

"Oh, I had Hermione teach me how to knit this year...I made you a present." After an awkward pause, Harry continued. "I suppose I should open it for you."

He slowly unwrapped and opened the gift he had brought with him, and his smile brightened slightly as he gazed at the little bright colored knit hat.

"I managed to make a hat for you Dobby, it's not the best but it's as good as I can do for now."

Using a sticking charm, he stuck the hat to the top of gravestone.

"Let's see if I can get any better at it between now and next year, yeah? Merry Christmas Dobby."

Harry dusted off some sand from the stone before turning on the spot and apparating away before he choked up with tears for his friend.

Song: One Little Christmas Tree, Character(s): Harry Potter, & Dobby's Grave.

9. Beautiful Christmas Lily

"Well, sing a muggle Christmas song for me. Please Lily?"

A cherry smile met those words, before little Lily replied.

"Sure Severus." Little Lily Evans began to sing 'The First Noel' while sitting in the courtyard of Hogwarts by the fountain. It was this moment that little Severus Snape sat stunned and was sure that he was friends with an angel. Her voice was so pretty and it brought a little blush to his face. He laid his head down on her lap, which prompted her to start threading her fingers through his hair. He was content to listen to her forever, even if she attracted a small crowd of students who listening but kept their distance.

Once she had finished the song, he sat up giving her a brilliant smile before conjuring a bouquet of red poinsettias with a pure white calla lily in the center and handing it to her.

"You have a wonderful voice Lily."

A blush crossed her cheeks as she took the flowers from him before quickly kissing his cheek, "And you have wonderful magic Sev. Oh no, we better get to class before the bell rings."

Lily carefully put the flowers into her school bag before darting off, leaving Severus sitting in the snow with rosy cheeks, wide eyes and shy smile on his face.

Song: The First Noel, Character(s): Severus Snape & Lily Evans.

10. Two Ginger Boomers

"GEORGE AND FRED WEASLEY!"

"Run George, run!" Hissed Fred as he kept pace with his twin, he glanced back at the Burrow and winced as bright flashes appeared from inside.

"Oh yeah Fred, with that mad clock she has she'll find us anywhere!" George replied then cackled as he heard more shouts and a never ending string of booms and crackles.

A groan came from Fred, "Perhaps we should break our hands on that damn clock eh?" he ducked as a stray firecracker whizzed over his head.

"Eh, naw. Hey Fred, do you think we-"

"-should've moved the firecrackers into Dad's garage like Mum asked us-"

"-due to the heat from her cooking the fire place?" George finished, a quick beat passed before Fred grinned wickedly.

"Naw! This is much better!"

Song: Six White Boomers, Character(s): George & Fred Weasley.

TAGS: @wickednerdery @manip-loki @succumb-to-your-king @nuggsmum @vargrlokean

No idea who to tag on this, sorry y’all

[missrrhea]

The first Christmas

Summary: Three years after their son is born, Draco and Hermione have not yet gotten to close to Draco’s parents. A story about family, pride and love.

Pairing: Draco x Hermione

Note: I take no credit for the characters and the picture

“Mum, will you come?” Little Scorpius looked up at his mother tugging at the rim of his red and green sweater his mother had bought for him especially for this occasion. Hermione dropped to one knee in front of her three-year-old, holding his tiny hands in hers. “Mummy’s got some work to do, love.” she said, smoothing his platinum blonde hair. The boy’s silvery gaze dropped to the floor and his bottom lip drew out in a perfect pouting face. It killed Hermione to see her only son like this but there was no way she would turn back now. “Besides” she smiled “Dad’s gonna be there. Don’t you miss grandmother and grandfather? I know they’ve been very excited to see you”. She tried to sound as happy as she wanted her son to be. Truth was, she had never been truly accepted by the Malfoys, not even after Scorpius’s birth. Things had improved since, she couldn’t deny, but either way none of them could stomach an entire afternoon in the same room. Little Scorpius nodded eagerly and gave her a genuine smile. He wrapped his arms around her neck and pecked her cheek noisily. “I love you, mummy”. Hermione pulled his tiny frame closer, tucking his head under her chin. “I love you too, sweetheart.” Hermione looked up to see her husband leaning against the doorframe, a warm smile spread across his lips. She held Scorpius and extra moment, then rose back to her feet, meeting her husband’s gaze. “We don’t have to do this, love.” He said quietly enough only for her to hear. “We can call the whole thing off.” She shook her head. “No, Draco. We have already agreed you’ll be spending the day with your parents.” She put one hand on his chest, staring into his deep silvery grey eyes. Her son had those same eyes. In fact, he had been the spitting image of his father since the day he was born and that only made Hermione happier. She hoped her son would only outgrow the mas his father was. That was, she believed, one of the main reasons the Malfoys were so fond of Scorpius. Not of her, of course. They liked to pretend like she didn’t exist, like it wasn’t her king sized bed he had been conceived in and like he hadn’t actually come from inside of her. But Hermione didn’t care as long as the Malfoys didn’t resent the little boy. And they never have. They have been towards Scorpius what they had never been towards Hermione and often even towards Draco to hear him tell the story. “I wish you would come.” He sighed. “I could ask them to behave, you know, for both of you.” He said looking over at his son, as he was playing with his shoelaces. She shook her head and cupped his clean-shaven cheek. “It would be too much for one day, Draco. They might love Scorp, but they still resent me.” Hermione lowered her gaze, unable to hold her husband’s intense stare when it came to that topic. She knew it wasn’t easy for him either, having to divide between his parents who had raised him and loved him and his wife and son who adored him and couldn’t live without him. If given the chance, Draco would have put his parents aside for her sake, but Hermione was not going to allow that. Draco leaned down and kissed her fully on the lips, breaking her line of thoughts. “I feel bad leaving you like this.” He tried to reason “Don’t. It’s only half a day. Besides, I’ll catch up on decorating the house and the Christmas tree.” Draco shot her a hard look. “Don’t you dare touch the tree, Mrs. The tree is for the three of us to decorate together as a family. Got it?” Hermione couldn’t help but smile. She never would have thought Draco to be so keen on family tradition, especially tradition from the Muggle part of the family. She just nodded and pecked her husband’s lips one more time before letting go of him.

Draco picked Scorpius up and headed towards the fireplace. “We should get going, grandmother and grandfather are waiting.” Scorpius giggled, mesmerized as always by his father’s voice. Just as Draco released the floo powder, Scorpius’ eyes locked on Hermione and the pouting face was back on her son as realisation hit him. “Momma?” It was all he got the chance to say right before a flash of green flames enveloped him and his father then disappeared as if they were never there. The sound of Scorpius’ pouting rang in Hermione’s ears long after they had left. She waited by the fireplace for a couple of minutes, not sure what to do next. She sighed deeply, grabbed a book from the table and left the room. ~*~ The flash of green light died out and Draco was standing in the family study, where the floo network was connected to the Manor. Scorpius had his little arms wrapped tightly around his neck, as Draco held him tenderly to his chest. From across the room, Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy jumped from their armchairs to greet their son and grandson. “Daddy. Mommy?” The boy looked to his father, big silvery eyes meeting the more mature version of their own. Draco kissed his son’s cheek and smoothed his pale blond hair, quite a mess of curls, just like his mother’s. “We’ll see mommy soon, love.” He whispered to his son. He felt his heart brake a little, knowing that his son could not enjoy the company of both his mother and grandparents at the same time. “We’re here to see grandmother and grandfather, see?” He sounded more excited as he stepped out of the fireplace and set Scorpius down on his legs. Narcissa dropped to her knees to greet her grandson, all formalities aside. “My, aren’t you a handsome little boy!” She cooed and held her hand out for the boy to take it. Scorpius giggled and went to give his grandmother a hug. Draco met his father’s tense gaze as he closed in on them with careful steps. “Draco” he greeted him “Good to see you, son.” He stepped closed, his arms open to his son, a curious look in the depth of his dark grey eyes. “Don’t worry, father, she’s not here.” Draco said under his breath, not wanting to attract Scorpius’ attention. Lucius hugged his son without another word, then turned to his grandson, his face lighting up at the sight of him. “Hello, there, young man. You look dashing, as always.” Lucius planted a kiss on the baby’s head as Narcissa picked him up. “Come on, darling” she said to Draco “the table is already set.” She started towards the dining room leaving Draco and Lucius behind. From his grandmother’s arms, little Scorpius stared with big eyes at his father. “Daddy?” He said and his father winked at him, a warm smile across his lips. He held out his tiny hand towards Draco but Narcissa kept on walking. Their lunch was pleasant and quiet and Scorpius managed to eat all his three courses on his own, with very little to no help from his grandmother. After lunch, they went to the greenhouses, where the Malfoys usually spent their winter days, when it was not too cold or too snowy. Narcissa picked Scorpius up to take him to the greenhouses, but the boy shifted in her arm almost crying. “Daddy” he said, extending his little arms to Draco. “Come, grandma is going to take you to see the plants” she said, holding him firmly, so that we wouldn’t wriggle out of her arms and hurt himself. The boy shook his head. “No. Daddy!” He said more firmly and held his arms out desperately trying to reach his father. Draco was by Narcissa’s side in a heartbeat, easing his son out from her embrace. Once back in his father’s arms, Scorpius looked at his father with enquiring eyes. “Daddy!” He said, his tone demanding “Mommy?” They had just entered the greenhouse and the door shut itself behind them. Draco sat on the nearest chair, placing Scorpius on his knees. “We will see mommy soon, okay, love?” Draco stared into the younger version of himself and, for a brief second, he saw how much he looked like Hermione, despite his hair and eye coloring. Scorpius shook his head. “I want Mommy. Now!” He shifted in his place, but Draco had a firm grip on him. He drew his lower lip out and Draco recognised the beginning of a tantrum. A few steps back, Lucius and Narcissa were watching the scene very interested. “Scorp, I promise we will see mommy. Be a good boy and don’t go crying on me now and we will go home, okay?” But Draco’s warning had come too late. Big tears welled up in his Scorpius’ eyes and rolled down his cheeks, as his face reddened . “I…want…mommyyy…” he sobbed and nothing Draco did or said could calm him down. “DADDYYY… I WANT MOOOMMYYY!” Draco cradled him to his chest trying to soothe him, but Scorpius only cried harder, smearing tears and drool over Draco’s suit. “Maybe I can hold him” Narcissa offered, but Draco shook his head slightly. Narcissa stopped halfway towards him, her arms extended to Draco. “Hear your mother, Draco. She has, after all, already raised a child.” Draco shot him a death glare and only held his son tighter. “The way you put it, father, it would be better if I just left him here with you and go back home to mind my own business, isn’t it?” He could feel his anger rising with every moment and Scorpius’ cries didn’t help one bit. “Watch your words, Draco, you wouldn’t want to say anything rash.” “Wouldn’t I, father? Or is it that you wouldn’t like to hear what I have to say?” Lucius said nothing but watched his son carefully. “Have you ever thought, father, that maybe Scorp didn’t want to spend the day away from his mother? That it’s hard for a three-year-old to understand that half his family is superficial and cannot bend their stupid rules to welcome both his parents in their home? That we always have to trick him into coming here and that Hermione always insists me to come and visit because she knows how much he means to you?” “I never forbade her to come into this house.” “No, but you did not exactly welcome her either, have you?” Lucius remained silent. Draco looked from him to his mother, only to see her eyes welled up with tears. Draco hoped they were tears of shame. Even Scorpius had stopped crying at the sound of his father being so angry. He had never heard Draco speak like that, ever, and it was like he was too scared to utter another sound. Draco checked on him to see if he was okay, then started to exit from the greenhouse. Narcissa followed shortly. “Aren’t you going to stay a little longer?” “Sorry, mother. I need to take Scorp home. We can’t floo it he’s indisposed.” Draco went into the Manor way ahead of his mother, and from behind his shoulder, a pair of innocent silvery grey eyes stared at Narcissa, making her swallow the hard lump in her throat. Draco grabbed some floo powder and stood in front of the fireplace. “Say goodbye to grandmother and grandfather, Scorp.” “Bye, grammy” he waved his little hand to both his grandparents and Narcissa wrapped them both in a tight hug. “Thank you, Draco.” She whispered to her son and pressed a kiss to his temple. Draco dropped the floo powder and disappeared from the Manor in a flash of green light. ~*~ Back home, Hermione had dozed off in her favorite armchair, her book on her lap. She woke up with her son trying to climb her legs. “Mommy!” Scorpius was exalted and Hermione picked him up in her lap. Draco was standing in the doorway. “Sorry, love, didn’t mean to wake you up.” He walked over to her and sat on one of the cushioned arms, kissing Hermione’s forehead. “How was it?” She asked her husband. “Good. They were happy to see him.” Hermione smiled gently. “Good.” At dinnertime, an owl came and dropped a letter in front of Hermione. She eyed it curiously, not knowing who would possibly write to her at this time. The name Hermione Malfoy was written in a neat handwriting and turning the letter around, Hermione immediately recognized the seal. “What’s that, love?” Draco asked from across the table. “A letter. From your parents.” She looked at her husband who dropped his knife and fork and held his hand out. “Give that to me. There’s no need to ruin our dinner.” “It’s addressed to me. Your parents have never sent me a letter before. It must be important.” She opened the letter. “Hermione, wait.” Draco said “Before you read that… you should know… we had a fight today. It wasn’t pretty.” “Was Scop there, too?” She asked holding her husband’s gaze. By the look of him she didn’t need an answer. Hermione sighed and dropped her eyes to her plate. “Next time, if you must fight, please don’t do it in front of him.” She said avoiding Draco’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Hermione. He got me so worked up.” “Nevermind. It’s done.” She picked up the letter again and looked at it. “Now I want to read it even more.” She started reading out loud: “Hermione, We haven’t actually been close these past years… come to think of it, I realize now I don’t know you at all. You have given us the most beautiful gifts anyone has ever had and we haven’t even had the decency to thank you. I must admit that both I and my husband have acted rather selfish, enjoying the benefits you brought to this family but not actually acknowledging it was you who made it all happen. So since I have failed to say it before, I am going to say it now: thank you, Hermione, for making our son happy, for believing he was the good man that he is. I know now that you bring out the best in him. And thank you for our wonderful grandson, which I am sure you know we adore with all our hearts. I know how you stood up for Scorpius to have a close relationship with his family and I apologize for making you feel like you were no part of it. We, mothers, tend to be blinded by the love for our children and I’m ashamed to admit that it wasn’t until today that I had realised Scorpius was you son too, not only Draco’s. Having said that and hoping you bear us not too much ill will, I want to make amends for all the time lost. I know it might be too much to ask of you, but we, my husband and I both, want you to be part of the family. There have been too many tears and too many heartbreaks to keep going like this. Please accept our deepest apologies and be patient with us a little while longer. We will be trying our best, I promise.

It you think fit, all three of you are most welcome to join us at the Manor for Christmas. Send an owl with your response and I will take care of everything else. Sincerely hoping to hear from you soon. Narcissa Malfoy” Hermione finished reading the letter, tears welled up in her eyes. Draco stared from across the table, mouth gaping open. Hermione took a deep breath and smiled at her husband. “I say we go.”

Draco reached out from his seat and placed his hand over hers, gently squeezing her fingers.

 “Then we shall go.”