#Draco Malloy one shot

[psycho-killer-writer]

Dom!Draco Malfoy smut pls?? (u can ignore ofc)

my first story with smut lets be nice. Also didn't edit it I got lazy so if grammar errors or mistakes... oops.

summary: after accusing draco of cheating, you confront him and realize your were all wrong he must punish you for that ridiculous accusation.

Dom! Draco x fem reader

"THAT STUPID ASSHOLE! I fucking hate him, I'll kill him, how dare he... breath" I say in rushed breath trying to catch my breath. "really breath is that why your like going crazy" I love pansy like a sister but I'm gonna punch her in the fucking throat, "of course not but I'm angry so I can say what I want"

Pansy looked with complete confusion "how about you just tell me the problem". Oh yeah the problem kinda forgot what I was complaining about, that's what men do I guess. "That albino looking mother fucker had the audacity to take Astoria grass green or green glass, whatever who cares what her name is" I sneered.

pansy rolled her eyes giggling "you know what her name is"

"of course I know what her name is, Its fucking Astoria Greengrass for christ sake I have oddly sexually confusing dreams about her" I rant then pause hoping I didn't sound so crazy, pansy's just stares then shrugs "who hasn't".

"anyways like I was saying, he took her to meet his mom! who does that people that date and commit that's who" I was seething I thought what we had was passionate, animalistic, even say love but hey to early to tell.

pansy snorted "what are you gonna do go up to his room and demand he stop seeing Astoria, and tell him to stop existing around her."

I scrunch in disgust "oh god no im not some tacky pick me girl".

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No thoughts just anger and a little bit of delusion I walk up to his stupid door and bang on that stupid door, so loud that it rattles the hallway. Then the stupid door is ripped open and his stupid anger face is in front of me.

"who the he- oh hey" he says in sudden softness once he realizes who is causing the scene. "miss me that much the whole hallway can hear how wet you ar-"

he is suddenly caught off once I slap him across the face his face is suddenly whipped to the side, and he looks ahead past me in shock... then anger.... then he smirks at me and licks the inside of his cheek

I didn't even let him speak when I push past him and turn around to face him while he close the door.

I just start unloading all the crap (mostly insecurities, but pride ) I have been holding in. "how dare you I gave you my virginity, does it look like im one of those people who pass it around letting everyone get in here.. don't answer that. Then you bring that tall drink of water I have dreamt her kissing all over this body, to your mothers house. YOUR MOTHERS HOUSE! I doubt that prude can do the things and I can do and let you do the things to me that are disturbing but weirdly make me horny."

Don't know where I am going with this but I feel this heat and I'm just going to keep yelling and not know where this is going to go.

" so I guess I was nothing but a body to you, im not good enough to be yours, to meet your mother, and maybe in the future I won't be married to you that I sometimes fantasize about, and your mother won't love me so much that she gives me all her clothes in her will, and I'm getting off track again SEE THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO M-"

I don't even get to finish my speech because he yanks me from the back of the neck and kisses me hard on the mouth I almost couldn't breathe

after a while we both gasp for air and he keeps are nose touching "God the things I should do to that mouth". dammit he knows how to make me drip.

I looks at him in confusion and heartache how can he ask for this knowing the pain he is causing me.

"One, I don't know how you found out and I don't want to know, all I know your kinda crazy and to never hide anything from you" he chuckled and I was about to kick him in the ball when that smart son of a bitch block my leg.

"I took Astoria to the manor to tell my mother that we are not going to be committed to each other, since we were kids we were supposed to be married at 20, but I met you and there is no one I would rather be with then the insane girl that turns me on when she giggles, or my heart that skips a beat when you look at me or touch me." we both chuckle and I have a tear going down my eye.

god I feel like an idiot.... I win... wrong moment

"I feel like an idiot" I am embarrassed

he smiles pushing my hair away from my face "don't be it just shows your the one... I love you " he expresses

I gasp I forget ho to breathe, fucking suck it Astoria " you what?"

"I love you" he repeats

"one more time didn't quite catch you"

he chuckles and throws his head back "im gonna take it back"

"to late mister its out there forever"

" as much as I love make up sex I gotta punish you for acting like a spoiled brat" he said gripping the back of my head with my hair "ima fuck you so hard it's gonna feel like I hate you"

he rips my shirt wide open tearing it right down the middle and tearing it to pieces throwing it across the room. Leaving me in just my skirt and white bra.

He places his hands on my breast and squeezes with suck adoration "God these thing are so beautiful, and so goddamn sexy" he grips them tight then reaches behind and break the clip. Ripping of my bra

" that was my favorite one " I whimper, your so lucky i'm turned on jerkface

" what did i just fucking say" he seethed grabbing my jaw "you wanna run your mouth, then I wanna hear you scream"

He yanks my head toward him and kisses me with such love and anger at the same time. "Get on the bed and turn around on your hands and knees."

Fucking finally... holy shit i'm such a slut

I climb on the bed sightly nervous and very excited for what he is about to unleash on me. there I sit only in a skirt and my garter stockings, my boobs completely open and sensitive.

ready to be used

I feel his presence right behind me and his cold deadly hand riding up my leg to the ends of my skirt pushing it up to mu hips, only to reveal that I 'forgot' my underwear.

"ohh fuck" he seethed and gripping my flesh tightly "you knew what you were doing, you wanted to be in this position didn't you, you filthy little slut" feeling his grip tighten only shows how wet he is making me.

"oh sorry, I guess I left my underwear in Potters room after he fucked my brains out... oops" I look over my shoulder and give him a sadistic smile. Of course im lying I just like to poke the dragon a little bit.. or the ferret if we are getting technical.

I don't even get the chance to to process before he gathers all his strength and completely rips the skirt off of me

dam he is on a roll, my big mouth is going to make me run out of clothes

"please keep fucking talking let me punish you more, cause after this you won't be able to even speak."

i'm to fucking insane for this to turn me on

"oh fuck yes please punish me, I dererve it im a bad girl" I whimper. He simply smiles and groans out "oh yeah baby you are I say the punishment fits the crime"

He then slaps my ass, and I let out a slight gasp. "fuck your practically dripping, you like that don't you" he demands while slapping the other cheek.

"Count slut" he says while he spanks my right bum.

"one"

Smack

"two"

Smack

"three" I whimper how can pain fee; so good

Smack

"four"

Smack

"five" im tearing up from the intense feeling

Smack!

"six"

Draco put all his force in the last one I couldn't help but cry out and moan at the same time.

he messages my red flesh and leans down to kiss it "fuck baby you did so good, you take my punishment like a good girl.

he then proceeds to reach down my heat and feels how wet I am I let out an involuntary moan and my thighs tremble lightly .

all of a sudden im flipped on my back and he then proceeds to kiss me, we are both turned on we are making out without a care in the world its messy and hot and we don't care, I gasp for air and he then starts to kiss done my body while kissing each breast with such determination, I forget how to breath. "Draco please, I can't I need to feel you" I gasp

"you will baby soon, I gotta make sure your nice and prepped" he says while kissing the inside of my thighs

he grips my my thighs that are placed over his shoulders and I can see the dents in my skin his long fingers are doing.

I feel a long wet lick going up making me shiver and right when he licks my clit and sucks hard, so roughly nibbling on it. Giving me a sense of pain and pleasure at the same time not able to control myself I let out shrieks and moan; trying so hard to keep it in.

he can easily charm the room, but something about someone hearing the sounds of pleasure rattles Draco in a way that challenges him to challenge me. I can't take the pleasure the way his lips suck my clit then enters his tongue in and out of my pussy makes me gasp.

"yes, yess, ohhhhh fuck " I moaned out in high pitch

ohh yes, yes don't stop, ohh fuuu-" I became inherent too focused on my pleasure to even

next thing I know he enters his long cold fingers once again and curls them which makes me gasp and wither . "ahhhhh yess, fuck yes" I can't stop screaming

he looks up with is cold grey eyes and smiles.

" you like that dont you. oh fuck yes look at you its like your begging for it. ima fuck you so good, for that little stunt you pulled" he seethed

I couldn't take it anymore I couldn't hold it I came so hard. "ohhh fuccc, ahhhhh" i couldn't control it my juices sprayed Dracos hands, he would stop he kept curling his fingers in me. I was so sensitive my legs were shaking I was shivering with over stimulation.

he crawls up toward me looking into my eyes and smiles and kisses me hard with love and compassion, we break apart nose touching.

he keeps eye contact and tells me " your such a good fucking girl you know that, merlin you come too good." he exhales with such satisfaction.

"you know I love you right" he looks at me with adoration

"of course, I made you repeat it like three times" I giggled

"good because im going to fuck you like I hate you" he says dropping his smile into something sadistic

he quickly pulls away and flips me on my stomach again picking up my legs to balance myself. He slaps my ass and enters me slow to accommodate his huge size and after a while he pulls out and and pounds into to me with no mercy.

my eyes cross as the sudden intrusion draco grabs my hips and continues to pound me from behind the room filling with skin slapping and moaning. thrusting into me with such determination and ruthlessness I can't stop screaming

"holy fucking shit take my cock you dirty girl" he tells me groping my hips hard where my skin starts to tingle and pound into me relentlessly.

"ohh yes , yes fuck me I deserve it" I grip him so hard having his cock enter my pussy nonstop.

draco then grabs my hair by the roots and pulls my head back and puts his face above mine "you like being treated this way being used like some possession a slut just for me, now open that goddamn mouth" as I obeyed his order he spat in my mouth and I swallowed it with delight then kissed me it was messy and wet but we didn't care all we focused on is the pleasure of him fucking me roughly.

"holy fuck i'm gonna come, i'm so close" I screamed he then spared me hard and pulled away. I shivered from the emptiness

"you better hold it cause i'm not done" he whispered in my ear, suddenly he flips me on my back and grabs me by my thighs and hooks his hand under by leg onto hip and enters me again with more passion and fill me up all the way I can feel the warmth of his cock invading me while he controls me moving ui and down due to his hands moving me on his cock he groans and huffs from the squeezing of my walls.

"yes- yes -yes" I say in high voice small tears forming my eyes from the pleasure and I can't handle it "hell yeah baby cry those happy tears for me milk me like a good girl". h go forward and puts his weight on his hand on my throat and goes at a faster pace pounding me while squeezing my throat I couldn't handle this amount of pleasure

"fuck mee yesss ahhhhh" I come hard around his cock I can't take it y eyes roll to the back of my head while he lowers his pace but takes deep thrust while he comes in me.

"look at me while I come in you dirty girl, fuck yes you like that, me filling your pussy take it like a good girl" he says as he empties out inside me as I calm down from my high .

he pulls out and I whimper from the emptiness he kisses the side of my calf and sides at me as he relaxes my legs and joins me next to the bed and we look up at the ceiling in exhaustion.

draco is the first to look at me he Tuens his head "you should slap me more often" I laugh at his comment "the way you act there would probably be plenty" I say turning my body and lean top to look down at his beautiful face "I guess its only fair that I should apologize to you"

"uhh yeah sounds reasonable" he smiles at me twirling the end of my hair

"good then"

"waiting for my apology"he looks at me with a smug face, and I look at him confused "I just did, didn't you hear me."

"what you said you should apologize but you didn't do the action" he says smugly

" take it or leave it ferret" I say and I wrinkle my nose in his face and he does it back reaches up and kisses me. "oh you love testing my patience don't you babygirl"

"all joking aside I really am sorry for invading your privacy and going all phyco" I admit with guilt and embarrassment

"I will admit it was kinda a turn on especially your little rant about us getting married" he snickered

"please forget about that I was seething I don't know why I was saying all that.... out loud" I added and he pulled me down to lay on his chest underneath the covers and made me look in his eyes "that all I think about and dream every night darling, because I love you" he confessed and I swear to merlin I came a third time.

"good because I love you too" I respond and all was right I put my head on his chest and basked in each others company

" So in this vision do we have a dog: draco asked and you always loved his soft spot for animals and remembered he was never allowed to have a pet.

" No, but there is a ferret" and si felt a smack on my ass I laughed " of Course there is a dog, you couldn't pick one so you chose both"

"good" he said and smiled pecked my lips and held me as we fell into the night slumber.

[hdsc-ace]

Philocalist - Remus Lupin.

Rescue p2.

Masterlist Part 1 Rest of my work.

Warnings: none A fifth-year Slytherin student comes to her professor at the Weasley's burrow for help after escaping her family leaving her to the dark lord. Gabriella Montegomery is discovered by the golden trio and they aren't happy about her presence.

"What's that all about?" Harry enquired as he lead the six teenagers down the stairs alongside himself.

"Nothing for you to concern yourselves with." Remus shot down his questions, blocking the groups view to the living room. Who knows what their reaction could be if they saw Ella upon the couch.

"Head on back upstairs for a few hours." The old man ordered, attempting to usher the group back upstairs. He needed to plan a very well-throughout explanation for all of this.

However, Remus was quick to fair as Hermione ducked under his swatting arms to look around the corner. Her view was clear as she glanced over to Ella.

"Why is Gabriella Montgomery here?" Hermione was quick to question, gaining the attention of the group in the process.

They all barged past Remus to take a look for themselves. Each and every one of them saw the same thing: Gabriella Montgomery asleep upon the Weasley's sofa. Bandages were wrapped around her arms and a plaster rested upon her forehead.

"Mum!" Ron called out, moving away to find his mother. Out of anyone in that household, Ron was wanting Ella gone the most.

"She's staying for a while." Remus tried to reason to the group.

"She's tried to kill us!" Harry fought back.

"She's friends with Draco." Ginny argued.

"Many people are friend with Draco Malloy." Fred stated with a shrug, wandering off with George. The twins couldn't care less who Remus would invite into the house. If their mother didn't agree with his choices, Gabriella would've been gone before they even got up.

"She's dangerous, Remus. Why is she here?" Harry argued again, ignoring the twin's comments.

"Ella is not dangerous Harry." Remus finally added, his eyes glancing over to the young girl to make sure she wasn't being disturbed. "We just-"

"Ella?" Harry practically yelled. The last person he heard called Gabriella "Ella" was Draco a few months back. So it was safe to say that he was shocked to hear one of his parent's best friends called a girl he despised a nickname.

"She's just troubled. She fled and arrived at Molly's doorstep this morning. Very injured might I add." Remus tried to reasoned.

"That doesn't mean anything."

"Harry." Remus scolded.

"She's a death eater, Remus!" Harry yelled back.

"Not by choice!" Remus yelled back in the same tone, watching the boy cower a bit. "Gabriella is here upon my request, Harry!"

Out of the people Remus thought he'd have to protect he never thought of Gabriella being one of them. However, defending the girl against his best friend's son was definitely not on his list.

Harry didn't fight back. He didn't dare as his eyes flickered over to the girl staring directly at the duo as she adjusted her position on the sofa.

The sudden drop of attitude of Harry caused Remus to follow his gaze towards the girl. His stomach dropped as he wondered how much of that she heard and if he was the one who woke her up.

Remus tried so hard at the start to maintain the quite atmosphere within the room that once Harry started picking his nerves, in a similar manner as Remus; he forgot about it.

None of them knew what to say or do, despite all three needing a conversation with each other. Harry, in a fit of anger, stormed out of the font door and into the garden; leaving the two friends alone.

"I'm here on your request?" Ella mocked the previous conversation in hopes of breaking the tension between the two. Instead, her comment let out a small embarrassed laugh from Remus as he moved closer to the girl.

"I was hoping you didn't hear of that." He rubbed his neck.

"Well the bits I heard wasn't too embarrassing."

"Come." Ella patted the spare seat beside her, beckoning Remus to sit next to her. She never missed Remus as much as she did now. She didn't think of his as much as she did now either.

[prettygreenpills]

Good morning, I’m here to make a Saturday request

Could you please write Draco Malfoy fluff? Cuddling in the empty common room in the middle of the night while it’s a storm outside maybe? Y/n is Draco’s girlfriend just for some short time and he would do anything to make her feel safe…

Thank you so much, have a nice weekend

Hi! Thank you for requesting, the idea sounds so nice:) I hope you will enjoy it.

characters: Draco Malloy x fem!reader

rundown: you are scared of the thunders which are filling the common room and your boyfriend is making sure nothing will happen to you

warnings: thunderstorm, mentions of crying, fluff

request status: opened, only the Saturday requests

Your eyes shot opened when you heard noise from outside. The whole common room you had fallen asleep in was suddenly in light and then went dark after few seconds.

You quickly realized what was happening outside of the castle. Your eyes widened and your throat felt sore when you swallowed. Shiver ran down your spine while you sat up and pulled your legs closer to your body.

Someone, who you had been sharing the couch with, moved. Recognizing the white hair from under the blanket on the other side of the couch, you wanted to smile but you just closed your eyes shut when another thunder filled the room.

“Draco,” you gently shook his leg after few seconds of deciding if you should’ve done it or not. When he didn’t wake up, you shook his leg again, knowing that it was rude, but you were too scared. “Draco.”

“Yes princess?” You asked you, half asleep. The nickname he gave you… he hasn’t called you that yet. Somehow, warmth filled your chest and a little smile settled on your lips. Until there wasn’t another thunder.

“I am scared,” you whispered, hoping that he hasn’t heard you as soon as the words left your mouth. But you were so wrong. As these words crushed on his ears, Draco sat up on the couch, lifting the blanket.

“Scared?” He asked you back, falling into reality. He opened his gray eyes, which color you could see when another shot of light filled the common room.

“Of thunderstorms,” you whispered again, but it was too quiet in the common room at the moment, so he could hear you.

“Oh,” was the only sound which left his mouth and he stretched out his arms for you. “Come here then,” Draco offered you, and you weren’t even thinking about refusing. You crawled up to him and sat opposite to the blonde boy, falling onto his chest while he was holding you in a hug. Draco then lifted his hands, holding the blanket and covered your shoulders with it. You smiled against his chest and took a deep breath, realizing that he always smelled like menthol.

“Thank you,” you only murmured into his chest. You knew that you were safe. But even if you knew it, one single tear rolled down your cheek and ended in his shit he used as pajamas.

Feeling his fingers brushing your back was something what made you feel warm from the inside. As if he used some charm, when another thunder could be heard in the common room, you didn’t even flinch. Draco kept holding you and brushing his fingers on your back, calming you down. He knew that you needed it at the moment.

“Would you like to go to my chamber now?” He asked and waited for the answer. You looked around in the common room and the green light which the windows were making was filling the whole room. You got used to it after those years but you really wanted to go with Draco to his dorm and just cuddle with him in his bed.

“Wouldn’t that be a problem?” You asked, hoping he would say no. When Draco shook his head and stood up from the couch holding his hand out for you, another thunder crashed on the walls of the castle. You jumped a little, your heart beating faster and faster. Draco knew you really well, so he bowed a little and placed his hands under your thighs. “Draco what are you doing?” You asked him, bus as an answer, he lifted you up and started walking out of the common room.

“I am taking you with me,” he said without any sign in his voice of that you were a little heavy for him. But after all, he was a Qudditch player.

You closed your arms around his neck and hid your face in his shoulder. Closing your eyes, you waited until you and Draco didn’t stop, what was the sign of that you have arrived to his room. He opened the doors without any difficulties and walked inside, the scent of him crushing on your nose.

He smelled like menthol with camomiles. His whole room smelled like that. You could hear him close the doors and then he sat down onto his bed with you, you sitting on his lap and leaning against his chest. Since you were sat, your ear was pressed against his chest so you could hear his heart. The sound of his heart beating was really calming, letting you know he wasn’t scared at all. His heart was beating really peacefully. The other thing which you were listening to was his breathing. You tried to synchronize your breathing with his. Taking a breath together, your chests lifted and then fell back down as you breathed out. You couldn’t be glad enough for this boy.

“How are you feeling now Y/n?” Draco asked you and brushed his hand through your hair. You looked up at him and gave him a little smile as a response.

“I feel the safest in the whole world,” you said and watched Draco wave his wand. He put on a silencing charm. So you couldn’t hear the thunder anymore. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome Y/n.”

[starrkidmalfoy]

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Draco Imagine for @suuny96

Hey!!!! Can I request an imagine where the reader is a muggle born and she tries and keeps things to herself? She has a crush on Draco but she hasn't told anyone. Draco knows she is muggle born and he always makes fun of her for it. Out of the blue, the reader has just found out that her parents are getting a divorce and she hides it from her friends. Draco knows something is up with the reader because she's acting different. One day in class, he says something awful about her parents and the reader just had it. She tells him off and then runs out of class. Draco finds her outside crying. He feels bad for what he said after he saw her crying so he apologizes for it. The reader opens up to him about everything going on in her home life and he listens to her and comforts her. After she tells him everything, Draco admits that he has feelings for her and she feels the same. 

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“Maybe you can’t cast the spell cause you’re not a real wizard.”

You could hear the sly smirk that was plastered on his face as he said those words into your ear before walking out of the classroom. Draco said things like this all the time. He would always be the first one to point out when you didn’t learn a spell as quickly as everyone else or if a potion didn’t brew properly for you. 

“Oh shut it, Malfoy!”

This was always your comeback. You learned that nothing would really truly ever shut Draco up and he never listened to your comebacks anyway, so you decided it was better not to waste the energy to try and think of anything better. You threw your books and parchment into your bag before tossing the sack onto your shoulder. You walked toward the door of the classroom and waited, annoyed, while your two friends took their time packing up their things and meeting to walk with you out of class. 

"It's okay, (Y/N)! It's a really hard spell to get. You can't get down on yourself so easily." 

You knew Hannah was just trying to cheer you up and make you feel better, however, she had mastered the spell perfectly on her first try so it was extremely hard for you to listen to her advice. You shrugged a little and let your head hang down as you stared at the floor while you walked. 

You didn't say a word the entire walk down to the great hall but instead listened to the conversation your friends were having. 

"I can't believe you think Marcus is cute!" 

You could almost hear the disgust in Maggie's voice. Maggie was Marcus' little sister and one of your only Slytherin friends. 

"I just said he was handsome is all," Hannah finished with a smile as a pink blush crawled up her cheeks and onto her face. She looked like a sunset, with her red hair, pink cheeks, and yellow Hufflepuff tie. You let yourself chuckle a little as you listened to them debate about whether a good friend would date their friend's brother or not. You couldn't really get mad at Hannah because those Slytherin boys were very cute. You admitted to yourself a while back that you had a tiny crush on Draco Malfoy, but decided to keep it from your friends since it wouldn't make sense to like someone that very clearly didn't like you back. They finally decided to leave the debate and come back to it after they had both eaten and had some time to think. You walked into the great hall and the three of you split off in different directions to go to your house tables. 15 minutes into the meal, owls started to slowly trickle in and drop off parcels and packages for the evening mail service. Normally you got a letter from your parents about once a week and you had already gotten one for this week. You didn’t expect to see your family’s barn owl sweeping into the hall. When she landed in front of you and dropped a small gray envelope in your lap you were most definitely surprised. You stroked your owl lovingly for a few seconds to thank her for making the extra trip this week before letting her fly back to get her own dinner. Your parents hated sending owls since they weren’t sure exactly how it worked and it was strange having an owl fly in and out of Muggle neighborhood, so you knew this letter must’ve been important. You picked up the letter and turned it over in your hands. Your plucked open the wax seal and pulled out the sheet of paper carefully tucked away inside. 

“(Y/N),

    We hope your time at school is going splendidly and we have been holding back telling you this news in fear that it might disrupt and distract you from learning and doing your best in classes, however, we feel it’s only fair to tell you now so when the holidays come around you aren’t surprised. Your mother and I feel it’s best that we go our separate ways. We want you to know that this is in no way your fault and there is nothing you have done/could do to cause this. Your mother and I both love you with our whole hearts and we think it’s best for you and for us to be your parents away from each other. We love you so very much! All we ask of you is that you keep working hard in school and get good grades! We believe in you and I can’t wait to see you when you come home for the holidays. Do good things, sweetheart!

                                Love, Dad”

Your hands started shaking as soon as you saw the words “separate ways”. What was that supposed to mean? Your parents always seemed so happy together. They were always laughing and enjoying each other's company. What went so wrong that they had to get a divorce. A million thoughts were running through your mind that you didn’t even realize tears had started to well up and drip from your eyes. The tears hit the page and the words started to ooze out ink like blood from a broken heart. Before anyone could see tears tracking down your face, you pushed away your plate, grabbed your bag and dashed out of the dining hall. You ran to Gryffindor tower as fast as you could, jumping from one staircase to another as they began to move. All you wanted to do was burn this letter and pretend everything was fine. You didn't want to think about coming home to just mom's house or just dad's house. You didn't want to think about how everything was never going to be the same. You wouldn't have one of anything anymore. You would have two Christmases and two homes and two rooms and two completely separate parents. You threw down your book bag as soon as you got to your room. You heard the crushing sound of glass and you knew a couple of ink jars had been shattered under the force of the landing. You flopped down onto the floor and quickly pulled out all your books and parchment before they could get too ruined by the flood of ink now soaking into the material of your bag. You cried even harder and sat in a sea of tears and ink on the floor. After about 30 minutes you were out of tears. Your head was pounding and your eyes were throbbing as the room started to heat up. The world felt silent and you had never felt more alone. Eventually, you picked up your wand and pulled the crumpled letter from your dad out of your pocket, "Incendio," you muttered out watching the note catch fire and then burn into ashes that landed on the stone floor. 

You only had one lesson on Fridays and you debated going or just laying in bed and crying some more. But you remembered that the only thing your parents asked of you was to keep up your grades, so of course, you went. The class was only supposed to last an hour and you knew if you just focused and pushed through, you would be back in your bed in no time. You took your seat next to Draco and kept your head down, hoping that today he would lay off the insults. No such luck. As soon as you hit the seat, his head whipped around to face you and you could practically feel the air around you tense up as he leaned forward to get close to your ear. 

“Sometimes I wonder if you're really a muggle and your parents just send you here cause they hate having you at home.”

Something inside your chest twinged and broke. You felt hot, searing tears come into your eyes again. This was the last straw. Malfoy was done making fun of you and bringing you down. 

“For Merlin’s sake, Malfoy!” you shouted as you sprung up from your seat and turned on him, making him your prey, “Just shut-up! No one cares what you think. Just because you hate your father and your father clearly doesn’t want you, doesn’t mean you have to go around making everyone else’s lives miserable!”

Draco’s face became pale as his eyes widened and his jaw dropped in shock of your sudden outburst.

"I'm sick and tired of listening to you insult me every day so piss off, will ya?" 

Before waiting for his reply, you grabbed your book bag off the floor and rushed out of the classroom. You were only able to take four or five steps down the hall before your knees became weak and you fell to the floor. You pushed yourself up against the stone wall and brought your knees up to your chest and hugged them. You buried your head in between your legs and allowed broken gasps of air to be brought into your lungs. After a few minutes, your breaths became more controlled and even though your face felt warm and your head was throbbing, you felt a little better. Suddenly, you heard slow, soft footsteps from the classroom door walking towards you. You didn't look up, you really didn't want to talk to anyone right now and you were hoping whichever friend that came to check on you would realize that. Apparently, they didn't because you felt the brush of robes on the right side of your body as whoever it was slid down the wall to sit next to you. You sat in silence with this person for what felt like hours but was only about 10 minutes, before words were finally spoken. You heard the person clear their throat lightly and then a gentle "I'm sorry." You slowly lifted your head from its resting spot as the voice of, what sounded like, Draco Malfoy entered your ears. But it couldn't be Draco. He would never apologize and his voice has never sounded this sweet and sincere before. You slowly looked over and sure enough, the pale, lanky boy was sitting beside you staring at his hands in his lap. His cheeks were slightly flushed and you could tell there was a sad sort of look on his face that was different than the look that was normally there. You sniffled up your last bit of tears before letting your legs relax and stick out in front of you.

"What?" 

You weren't sure if you had actually heard him say it, or if you imagined it.

"I said...I'm sorry," his voice got even quieter as he looked up into your eyes.

"I'm sorry for what I said as well. I was upset and didn't control myself," you croaked out, your throat was dry and rough from crying. 

"You had every right to say the things you did," he told you in a small voice.

"No, I really didn't," you leaned your head back on the wall and shut your eyes tight. You began to spill your guts out to Draco about your parents and your life without even realizing who you were actually spilling your guts with. After you were done telling him everything that had happened, you open your eyes and looked over at him. You could tell he felt bad for saying all the things he had said to you.

"I just don't know why you always pick on me," you said truthfully, hoping he could offer you some sort of explanation.

"I just really like you," he said boldly, turning his whole body to face yours and taking your hand in his, "and it's not common for a Slytherin to like a Gryffindor and I didn't know how to act around you anymore. I didn't know how to get closer to you without other people wondering. I didn't know how to get you to notice me."

Your eyes met his as you squeezed his hand a bit tighter. 

"Well, you definitely got me to notice you."

He let out a chuckle before replying.

"I was stupid. I guess...well... I don't really know what I was thinking. Ya know how boys will pull on a girl's pigtails if he likes her?" suddenly his eyes were focused on his twiddling thumbs again as the blush on his face grew ever darker, "well I guess that was me trying to pull on your pigtails..." he let the last part of the sentence drop off as his face was now beet red. His eyes flickered over to you to see your reaction only to find you the same shade of red as him, "but you probably just hate me now, I would."

It was your turn to let out a small giggle. 

"I don't hate you, Draco. I like you too. I thought it was wrong because you always made fun of me, but I guess I could tell it was your way of pulling on my pigtails." 

You both let out a laugh at that point as you rested your head on his shoulder. His fingers slid perfectly in between yours and he gave you hand a small squeeze. You sat there in a comfortable silence as the breeze floated down the halls bringing in the sweet smell of grass from outside. You felt Draco take in a deep breath before exhaling.

"Now what?" 

He turned his head to look at you while he waited for his reply.

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It was super hard to try and fit all of what you wanted into an imagine, but I’m pretty sure I got it! This was a super cute request and I hope that I did it a little bit of justice. If you want a part two then let me know! :)

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Xx all writing is the original work of L.D.A and if used all credit should be given to the author xX

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Hope you enjoy this. Love you all x

[hops-hunny]

Pride Lost, Feelings Found

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Pronouns: They/Them

Word Count: 2.2k

Request: @summerstardust  “Could you do a Neville with a gender neutral reader. It can fluff/smut/bit of both 🤷, whatever you want. With the prompts: 4. "You think she looks at me? Am I invisible?”, 12. "I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed.” and 17. "Make me fall in love with you.”

Maybe where Neville is secretly crushing on the reader from afar and the reader is told, in some way, about this and he just runs away from the scene. Then the reader follows and finds him and tells him that they want to get to know him.

Don’t feel pressured to use this idea, though. I am just feeling a bit angsty at the moment. Thank you! :)”

Summary: It all crumbles down before Neville’s eyes, but it’s replaced with something he’d never expect.

Warnings: angst but it turns to fluff!!

A/N: Ok ok, if you want a part 2 with what happens after reader says that? Lmk and I’ll probably write it! I’m so sorry this took so long esp for one of my favorite readers. I hope you enjoy <3

4. "You think she looks at me? Am I invisible?” 

12. "I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed.” 

17. "Make me fall in love with you.”

Sometimes Neville wish he had never noticed (Y/n). But when you shine as bright as they did, how couldn't you notice? They bewitching, enchanting everyone around them with a simple smile, him included. However when miracles as amazing as (Y/n) come to be, so does a lot of attention. He adored everything about them, the way they always smeared their ink on their scroll when they wrote, how they’d walk into class every morning with that same sleepy expression, even down to the way they’d always have to pull their socks up because they got the wrong size and they’d fall down. They was his dream partner. But sadly, that’s the thing about dream lovers, they’re meant to stay dreams.

From as long as Neville could remember, he had been on the bottom of the social ladder. Hell, when your familiar (who is also a toad) causes a wild goose chase during your first years at a new school, it’s really not hard to understand why. If it had been someone else instead of him, he would've made fun of them too. He was a loser and no one would ever let him forget. Not his friends, not Malfoy, not anyone. But they did. In all his years at Hogwarts, (Y/n) had never made him feel like a loser. Every interaction the two of them had made him feel normal, like himself.

Granted every interaction they had was small. Accidentally bumping into them in the halls, a tight lip smile when eye contact was made. One time he thought (Y/n) was waving to him but was in fact waving to their friend behind him but luckily they hadn't seen (Malfoy definitely did..). Out of all the people who could have noticed the way he looked at them or the way his cheeks would turn red when they'd pass him it had to be Malloy. That was awful for a multitude of reasons. One being that for some reason, (L/n) and Malfoy were the best of friends. Everyday he wished that it was him who got sat next to them in potions instead of that weasel of a boy. The second reason being that despite knowing how Neville felt for them, he still had yet to do anything with the information. To most people, they’d be relieved if Malfoy found out one of their most personal pieces of information and had yet to do anything but, Neville knew better. Draco was a vile creature and if he hadn’t teased him about it yet, that surely meant something even greater was coming. Something truly awful and devastating. 

The first week after Malfoy found out had Neville staying up to the break of dawn, stirring around restlessly at the thought of what he’d do. Would he spill something on him when he was set to have a class with them, tape a note to the back of his shirt with the information on it, or worse...no, no. Not even Malfoy was cruel enough to do that! If anything, if he was going to tell (Y/n) he’d probably do it when Neville wasn’t around so they could come up to him and reject him at random. Although it was sad, what got Neville to sleep at night was imagining that they already knew. That (Y/n) was more than aware and it was only a matter of time till they’d reject him and his life would go back to normal without any pesky thoughts of how beautiful he found them to be.

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Seamus’s words went in one of Neville’s ears and right back out of the other, sounding like white noise to the boy. He couldn’t listen to whatever idiotic thing he was going on about. How could he when (Y/n) was a few feet away, looking just as gorgeous as they usually did? It was hard not to focus on them, the way their pretty lips would curl into a smile, giggling at something one of their friends had said. He felt a smile grace his own lips at the sight, letting out a noise of protest as Ron chucked a cushion at his head.

“Are you even, listening Longbottom?” he heard him ask, still not ripping his eyes away from the (y/h/h) across the hall.

“You think they look at me? Am I invisible?” he asked in a hushed tone, as if he was to speak any louder, they would somehow hear them despite them being so far away. Seamus let out a loud snort, beginning to cackle as he slapped the boy on the back a bit too hard.

“Fat chance, Longbottom! You think (L/n) would notice you? They wouldn’t even notice me, and that’s saying something!” Seamus wheezed out. Neville shot him a pointed glare, fuming from the boy’s words. He shoved him off the couch, rolling his eyes.

“It’s not that people don’t notice you Seamus….it’s that they do for all the wrong reasons.” Dean pointed out, causing the other 3 to laugh, growing louder as Seamus failed to push himself off the ground. 

“Oh don’t worry, Longbottom. (L/n) will be sure to notice you soon enough.” he froze at the sound of the cold voice, turning around to look at the platinum blonde prince himself. Draco stood their, smirking. Crabbe and Goyle tried to nod along when in reality, they had no idea what their leader was going on about. Neville gulped, standing up to face him completely.

“W-what do you mean?” he asked him, wiping his sweaty palms on his pants. Draco simply shrugged, beginning to walk in the opposite direction. He turned around briefly looking the boy up and down.

“Means exactly what I said. Nothing more, nothing less. Well as much as I’d love to stay around and lose brain cells with you idiots, I’ve got better things to attend to.” and with that he left.

“Don’t worry, Nev. Draco is always just talk, I’m sure nothing will come of it.” Harry said, offering the boy a reassuring smile. Although Neville knew he meant well, he couldn’t stop the sinking, tight feeling in his chest. Draco had yet to do something so he had no reason to feel this way, but it was just a hunch that the worst was yet to come.

Even hours later, as Neville lay in his bed that night, all he could think about were the words that echoed throughout his head over and over.

“Oh don’t worry, Longbottom. (L/n) will be sure to notice you soon enough.”

He didn’t know if he was grateful for how vague that was or if it was the bane of his days. Draco could’ve meant anything by that, all he knew is whatever it meant the intent behind his words were less than kind. He turned again, sighing as he looked out the window. There was a full moon tonight, a beautiful silver halo of light dancing its way around it. 

“Merlin, save me please.” he pleaded quietly, to no one in particular. Every bit of hope, every positive thought laced in his words. Although he prepared for the worse to happen, he had a sliver of hope that it wouldn’t. That tomorrow he’d wake up and his day would be as mundane as usual, just the way he’d like it. And if he was lucky (Y/n) would give him a small smile in the hall.

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Neville’s small sliver of hope had grown into an entire cake. Looking back on earlier in the week, he was worried for absolutely nothing! Malfoy once again was all bark and no bite which for once, he was glad for! He let out a sigh of content as he made his way from the library, heading in the direction of the main corridor. He saw Seamus give him an uncharacteristically serious look from the small crowd that was gathered around something. As he grew closer, in the middle of the circle he saw Draco stood on a crate as (Y/n) sat next to him, listening as he read something from a paper. 

“Nev, you might wanna...might wanna leave.” Seamus whispered to him. However, he looked as people stared at him, some giggling while some look sympathetic.

“Why? What’s going o-”

“Here’s another one I found in his bin! ‘Dear (Y/n), although I’ll never give you this letter, I can’t help but write about how amazing you are! When I saw you help that injured bird the other day, I wanted nothing more than to help you tend to it. I find it funny how even when you’re sad, you manage to brighten up my day.’ God how dorky is this loser? I can’t believe he fancies you so much (Y/n)!” Draco howled in laughter, a few others joining him. Neville found himself at the forefront of the circle, frozen in his spot. That was his letter! He had started writing them as a way of coping with his feelings, knowing that the person he fancied would always be out of reach of him. “Anything to say for yourself, Longbottom?”

Neville felt tears well in his eyes, the warmth of them mixing with the heat of his red flushed face. “I...I..” he looked at (Y/n) who look like they had something to say however, he didn’t wanna stick around to hear it. Without another word, he ran off, tears streaming down his face as soon as he was far enough from anyone. In his time of despair, he ran to his only place of comfort. The one place that he wasn’t Neville, the loser who just had his feelings ripped from safe keeping in front of half the students in his year. The place where he was just Neville.

He took in a deep breath of the familiar muggy air of the greenhouse, relaxing slightly as he took a seat on the ground. “God I’m so stupid!” he wailed, tears flowing down his face. His crying grew harder, harsh hiccups shaking and jolting his body as he screamed into his knees. He knew there was a matter of time before (Y/n) was to find out, he just didn’t know it’d be like this. If this was just the pain from them learning about his feelings, he didn’t wanna know how bad he’d be wounded when they came to reject him. Neville’s head jolted up at the sound of soft footsteps making their way over to him. He noticed the familiar pair of black shoes, turning his head as they kneeled down in front of him.

“I thought you may be here! You always seemed so passionate about plants during herbology so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to check here first.” (Y/n) said, placing a hand on the boy’s knee. He looked down at where they connected, feeling his face flush slightly from the contact. “You know, your friends care about you a lot. After you ran off, Ginny came up and socked Draco straight in the face. It was quite a sight really.” they let out a soft giggle at the memory. “Hermione went in to drag her off but when she saw how smug Draco looked, she couldn’t help but to join in. While they did that, your other friends set off looking for you and I did too.”

“Why?” he asked, catching their attention. The (y/h/h) gave him a confused look, tilting their head to the side. “Why did you come looking for me? Don’t you hate me now? Gross, stupid Longbottom having a crush on Hogwart’s sweetheart. How pathetic, huh?” he sniffled, ripping his eyes away from them. He knew if he was to continue to look, a completely new set of tears would be triggered.

“Why wouldn’t I? I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t! Although I don’t know much about you, I do know you’re a kind individual and you didn’t deserve what Draco did to you.” they said in a soft tone, moving into the spot next to Neville. They sat in silence for a moment before (Y/n) cleared their throat, looking over at him once more. “How long?”

“Pardon?”

“I mean, how long have you liked me for? I wasn’t even aware until today.” they queried curiously.

“I’ve always liked you, you’ve just never noticed. I don’t blame you for not noticing though, we’re from two different worlds. You’ve got everyone in hogwarts begging for a moment of your time and you hang out with some of the most elite and prestigious people in the castle.” he sniffled some, wiping his nose on his sleeve as he set his hand down on the cold cement ground. “It was stupid of me to let my feelings last for so long.”

“Why was it stupid?” they asked, scooting closer to him. Neville turned to look at them, losing his breath at their closeness.

“Because you don’t feel the same..not that I expected you to. You didn’t even know I existed until today.” he let out a huff of air. (Y/n) bit the inside of their cheek before placing their hand on top of Neville’s, tangling their fingers together.

“You’re right, I don’t feel the same,” they started, tightening their grip as the boy began to get up. “But that doesn’t mean I never will. Let’s get to know each other a bit more.” they leaned in closer, the feeling of both of their breath being exchanged like whispers amongst their lips. 

“Make me fall in love with you.”

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[dramioneasks]

Hi I’m looking for a one shot or two shit fic where whenever the trio gets taken to Malloy manor Draco is forced to “rape” Hermione but makes her like it and it binds them or something?? Like they end up really powerful because of it

This reminds me of Stripped Bare by Kittenshift17, but that one is not a one-shot.

Anyone know this?

Edit: Thanks!

obsidianeyeblog: Is this "Do as I say granger". Its not a oneshot though. https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3392788/1/Do-As-I-Say-Granger

[drarryspecificrecs]

Hi I'm looking for a specific fic where Harry lives with Luna (and Neville?) in muggle London after the war and they have a lot of plants and a cat in their flat. Draco has been kicked out of the magical world and lives in a big house in London and they run into each other in the subway I think? And at the beach as well. And I think Harry has some weird PTSD/premonitory dreams as well? I'd be so grateful if you or one of your followers knew which one it was, thank you so much!

Anon #1: Hi! I was wondering if you could help me find this fic please? It starts with Harry living with Luna and Neville and he can see the future in his dreams and he sees him and Malloy together one night and freaks out? I don’t remember much but he dissociates when it happens and his nose bleeds. I know it’s not much to go off so it’s totally fine if you can fine it. Thank you!

whomstvethefuckisthis asked: First of all, thank you and your followers in advance for your help it is greatly appreciated :) Second, I know this is a super long shot but I can't get this one moment from a fic out of my head. Drarry are having sex and Draco does not like penetration before he comes and its sort of discussed while they are having sex, I believe this was not the first time they were having sex. It was a fic with a more realistic portrayal of sex - any help is greatly appreciated!

@un-chuchoter asked: Hi! Would you be able to help me find a fic? I know it’s not Turn, but I think the writing was similar! Harry sporadically jumps to an AU where drarry is already established. I think the AU jump is due to a curse or something, because I remember Harry telling someone about the AU jumps but hiding the fact he and Draco were in a relationship; Draco eventually finds out and Harry is worried it will impact their relationship. Thank you so much for any help ❤️

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ETA: Thank you guys for your help ♥

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks. by Seefin [E, 70k]   *restricted

► It was addictive, the feeling of Draco Malfoy telling him things in a soft voice early in the morning. Harry felt like he was taming a wild animal, or petting a cat that hated everybody else. This train existed outside of time, that was the only explanation Harry could come up with as to why Malfoy was actually having a civil conversation with him right now.   ~ 2016.10

[devilrising]

Fallen Draco, Pt. 7

This story follows a prompt by @mymindsmadness

Summary: AU where Draco is a fallen angel, and the way he gets his wings back is by guiding Harry in defeating Voldemort, but it all goes wrong when Draco starts falling in love with Harry.

Word Count (Part 7): 3,634

Word Count (Total): 21,794

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of abuse/torture (non-graphic), this part also includes semi-graphic discussion of past torture.

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12th April, 1998 (continued)

The walk to wherever it is we are going is draining. Having not left the house in a while, I blink a couple of times at the street in front of me. Somehow, I forgot where we are. I forgot that I am staying with Harry Potter, in a dingy street in muggle London. I worry about my appearance. But not in the way I would’ve used to. It’s not the vain, arrogant concern I had earlier this year, but rather being terrified of standing out. If someone caught a glimpse of my white-blond hair, or the distasteful and regretful tattoo inked across my arm, I would be in trouble. But as we pass an abandoned house with the windows still in tact, I glimpse my reflection. Somehow, I had managed to forget that I am covered head to toe in Glamours. Forgot that my platinum hair is now strawberry blonde, and that my tattoo is invisible underneath red skin.

“Where are we going?” Not where are you taking me? Like it would’ve been a week ago. Before I realised he thought of us as equal. As my deserving to be an equal. I shudder and hope it’s not noticeable.

“A bookstore.”

“A bookstore?” I turn my gaze to the man—no longer a boy, despite his young age—and raise an eyebrow. “That seems kind of random.”

“It’s a special bookstore,” he shrugs. I hold my laugh in, choosing to hide from his gorgeously green eyes. He hasn’t wrapped himself in Glamours like I have. Instead of the cropped sandy-brown I’ve become used to seeing in public, his black hair is hanging loose around his ears. It looks good on him. Oh Merlin.

“What’s so special about it?”

He turns to me, his hand slipping from mine and grabbing my shoulder to make me face him. All for the people who may or may not be watching. Keeping up appearances. “It has books you won’t, you can’t, find anywhere. If you catch what I’m saying.”

I think I understand. Well, it could be one of two things… “Please tell me it’s the former,” I murmur.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I shake my head. Thinking out loud now too? What is happening to me? Aside from the obvious bone-wing thing.

It starts to rain softly as we walk, but eventually Potter drags me into a little shop in a quaint street. It’s a lot bigger inside than I would’ve thought, and I think of Undetectable Extension charms. The walls are coloured a soft off-white, and the carpet underfoot is a light grey. The whole shop is warm and cozy, welcome despite being the middle of spring. Rows and rows of bookshelves fill the room. There are paper-bound books, leather-bound, and hardcovers. Books that cover every topic imaginable. Some are clearly muggle, with science books explaining the world as well as their range of history. And then there’s books called ‘fantasy’ which seem to be mocking the Wizarding World and twisting it. But muggles don’t know about our world, so maybe they made these all up?

“Draidan?”

I’m pulled from my thoughts by a hand on my shoulder. Shaking my head, I look up and see Potter and a woman with light brown hair staring at me. “Sorry. May you repeat that?”

Potter fights a laugh and opens his mouth to speak again. “Draidan, this is Madame Cynthia Owens. She is the owner of Bottomless Books.”

I offer the woman my hand, and she shakes it gladly. “Mr?”

“Malloi. Draidan Malloi.”

“Well, Mr. Malloi, what would you like me to do for you?”

I glance at Potter for a moment. He looks surprised by my quick thinking. Malloi is so similar to Malfoy, I figured it’d be easy to remember. It also helps that I used it as an alias whenever I left the Manor, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“I was hoping you had some books on-”

“Salazar Slytherin,” Potter cuts in. I shoot him a glare. That wasn’t at all what I thought we were doing here.

“Oh, well if you would come right this way.” Madame Warren’s behaviour totally shifted. She stood up taller and lead us to the very back of the shop and behind a curtain. “Now boys. This is just like Platform 9 ¾, so run through if you must.”

I’m very confused, but all the same I walk behind the wall. On the other side is another bookshop. It is massive, filled with more books than the Hogwarts Library. They are all neatly arranged and organised, listed alphabetically and in topic.

“We have a very wide range of books from the Wizarding World, what are you after?”

Madame Warren comes back into view behind me, and I stop in my tracks. Her appearance has totally changed. In the first store she looked to be in her late fifties, but here she is clearly in her thirties. Her hair has grown longer and thicker, a sheet across her back. Her clothes have shifted into modern Wizarding attire and her skin has cleared. She catches me looking and nods, a small smile on her face.

“The muggles trust older women the most, so I disguise myself for the front shop. It’s really just a façade, the entire store. My main business is back here, with people like you.”

“So the front bookstore is a muggle one?”

“Correct,” Potter agrees beside me. When did he get so close? “It is designed to lure people in, and if you say something clearly Wizarding you are taken back here.”

“Why did you choose Salazar of all things?”

He has the sense to look a little sheepish.

“A week ago after we bought your potions, I sent Cynthia a letter. We agreed that Salazar Slytherin would be our password so she’d know it was us.”

“Yes, it saves me having to question customers about who they are.” Madame Warren smiles. “So, back to business,” she quirks an eyebrow, and I remember her asking what we were after.

“Of course. We were hoping you might have some books on fallen angels.”

“Ooh. I’ll have to ask you some questions then.”

“Peter is really the one to ask,” I say, quickly drawing her attention away from myself and towards the man next to me.

“Draidan’s right, but he will have to answer some I can’t.” His stern gaze turns to me before looking back at Madame Warren. “It’s for his friend,” he rushes to explain.

“Of course,” she readily accepts the lie. “What specifically were you after?”

I watch as they both turn away and walk along one of the rows near us. There is a black sign reading ‘Fantastical Creatures’ in white letters above the place they stop. Deciding that I don’t want to watch them contemplate books any more than I have to, I turn around and scan through the books. The section I’m in is labelled ‘Dark Proceedings’. I’m instantly reminded of my father and the reason why I’m here in the first place. A shiver races up my spine and I hurriedly move down the shelf. The new section is ‘Solving Inquiries’ and I sigh to myself in exasperation before reading through the titles. I’m so predictable. The only books I ever read are Auror novels, wizards trying to crack murder cases. It helps make me feel more in control, reading about people taking down men like the ones in the Manor.

One of them stands out to me. It is a book bound in a beautifully deep red, with black letters spelling out ‘Coloured Veins’. Well, that explains the colouring. I flip it over and read through the blurb. It’s about a world not unlike my own, but one of the witches can see people’s emotions by the colour of their veins. She goes her whole life thinking everyone can see them, only to bring it up and be shot down by others around her. Both figuratively and literally. It seems really interesting, so I charm it to float behind me as I continue searching.

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“You were talking to Madame Warren for a while,” I point out to Potter as we arrive back at his house.

“Yeah, the circumstances are apparently really unusual, so it took a while to find something relevant.”

“Well. What did you find?”

He shakes his head exasperatedly. “There is a book dedicated to fallen angels in recovering. Or rising angels, as you know I call them.” I don’t bite back my chuckle, and he smiles at me for a second, making my chest ache. Why though? “Anyway, it details a few things we can do to ease the process and just other information.”

“Great, okay.” I sound a bit flustered to my own ears, and pray Potter doesn’t notice. If he does, he doesn’t say anything.

“I think I’ll read it first, and then tell you the relevant parts for you to read first. Of course, you can read all of it if you’d like.”

That said, he turns away and walks up the stairs and into the drawing room. I follow after him and take a seat in the armchair next to the sofa. Potter looks up as I sit down, gives me a smile, and opens the book. I pull out my own and flick to the first page of Coloured Veins. In front of the fire, we are very cozy. The silence drifts around us, only broken up by breathing and the occasional crackle.

Hours pass of us sitting kind of near, but also kind of far, from each other. I get through the first few chapters and become hooked, and Potter has been taking messy notes with a weird muggle thing that acts like a quill. He rushes to stand up, the book falling off his lap with a thud.

“I forgot!” He exclaims.

“You forgot what?” I ask without looking up from my novel.

“I need to talk to Hermione!” With no further explanation, we races out of the drawing room and down the stairs. In the distance, the sound of a stone door banging closed reaches my ears. What would he have forgotten about to run to the kitchen? Unless… Surely not. Why would he?

Scolding myself for thinking about it, I return to my book. There was no way he’d told Granger about my back. Either the wings, or the crest. Hopefully not the crest.

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An hour or so later, Potter returns to the drawing room. Someone follows behind him, and I watch as Granger enters too. She spares me a glance before taking a seat next to Potter in front of the fire. She tsks before raising her wand to it. “Honestly boys. It’s far too hot.” She flicks her wand, but the fire doesn’t go out. Instead, she forms a shield around which catches some of the heat from the flames. It fades from purple to clear, and a smile crosses her face. “Much better.”

“It really didn’t matter…” Potter tries.

“Nonsense. Look at Malfoy.”

He does, and he clearly sees something because he shakes his head and grins. “He looks like Malfoy.”

“I’m right here you know.” I don’t look up from my book, but I can feel him grin and roll his eyes simultaneously.

“We’re aware.” Granger says. “I was merely pointing out that your pink skin has already become whiter.”

I scrunch my nose up before slamming my book closed and standing. “If you need me I’ll be in my bedroom.”

“Actually,” Potter interrupts. “I think you should hear this.”

“Don’t see why…” I murmur. Placing my book down onto the coffee table, I sit back down and glance up at the people in front of me for the first time.

“Because,” Potter explains with an annoyed tone, “it’s about your issue.”

“My issue? Which one?” I ask him in a deadpan voice, eyes meeting his.

“The one concerning your father and Voldemort.” Granger looks amused at our exchange, but I recoil when she says the Dark Lord’s name.

“That quite a few of my problems…” Regardless of my shock, I carry on.

“Haha,” she says, face humourless. “The one where in half a month they want to scream bloody murder in the Unspeakables’ Department.”

“Oh.” That one. I was getting rather good at ignoring it. Guess I have to go back to having nightmares about somehow ending up there and being tortured. Fun. Oh Merlin.

“Yep.” Granger’s voice is way to cheery, and I want to strangle her.

“I was thinking, Malfoy. Could you tell her everything you know about it?”

“But I’ve already told you…?” Potter really wants me to repeat our conversation. The last time I said this I felt awful. Helpless and useless.

“I know, but I want to make sure everything is covered exactly.” His emerald eyes soften, telling me that he knows the pain, but that it’s necessary to take him down.

“Okay, fine.” I take a deep breath and prepare myself to speak.

“The Dark Lord and my father called me into one of their meetings in about, um, the beginning of March?” My hand starts shaking, so I pin carefully move my left to cover the wrist and gently squeeze it. It acts as an anchor, something else to focus on then the conversation I’m being forced into having. Potter is nodding opposite me, his eyes flickering to my wrist for just a second before travelling back up to my eyes. His face turns grim, mouth a thin line, but Granger just nods and jots down notes with her version of Potter’s muggle quill. “They plan to crash the Unspeakables’ Department, which you already knew… The plans were for the start of May, but that could’ve changed.”

“Do you know the exact date?” Granger questions, glancing up at Potter and I.

“If I knew at some point I don’t remember now. It’s definitely in the first week though.” I recall something about it being planned for April, but having to be moved. I think. Replaying that to Granger, I watch as Potter stands and stretches. His muggle shirt lifts and a sliver of stomach is revealed above his jean’s waist. I tear my eyes away, but not before he notices. Fuck. I’ve become slightly addicted to seeing things like that in this past week. Just accidental clothing movement, each time revealing a little bit more skin than is usually visible. And he’s become quite good at catching me. At least he never brings it up.

“I’m going to go fetch tea. Do you want some?” So that’s why he’s getting up. Granger hums in agreement, and I politely accept. Horror races the length of my spine at being left alone, I’m with Granger, but it’s close enough. I force myself to stamp it down.

“Is that the extent of what you know?” Granger asks.

“I think so, yeah.”

“Okay. Could you tell me about their way of life in general?”

“I could. To an extent, of course.”

“My first question will be why, then.” She draws a line across the page and scribbles down a new heading.

“While I was there I was a prisoner. Not a son, or an accomplice, or whatever you probably thought. I was kept in my bedroom all day, and the food was passed in and out in intervals. That was always the scraps of what they fed to their workers. Basically inedible by the time I got it.”

“I see. What effect did that have mentally?”

“I'm not finished with the way they treated me, but if you want to move on…?”

“Oh. I thought that would be all, given your blood and where your loyalties lie.”

I scoff. “They stopped caring about blood. Mine, at least. And my loyalties were proven elsewhere.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, a look on her face saying that we’ll talk about that last bit later.

“Don’t be.” It was maybe a little harsher than I’d intended, but I’m not taking it back. “I was tortured constantly. That was the only time I was let out of my room. It would last for hours, and nothing, nothing, was considered too bad. Legilimency, the Cruciatus Curse, breaking bones, threatening to bleed me out. I could be here all day,” I explain, the last bit bitter. Extremely so. “I was occasionally permitted leave. I usually took my broom and flew somewhere far away.”

“Why did they let you leave? What if you hadn’t come back?”

“They has trackers on me. And in me. They always knew exactly where I was, and if I wasn’t back in the time limit I’d be cruelly beaten and isolated for days.” Granger’s eyebrows drawn down. “That kept me on schedule every time but once,” I chuckle cruelly.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what did they do as punishment?”

Taking a deep breath, I nod solemnly. “I understand that it needs to be said.” She gives me an encouraging but sad smile and ducks her head to write. “I was beaten into unconscious, for a start. Then I was confined to my room, which is pretty normal, now that I look back. Anyway, they came up with some extreme wards. No one except for my father and the Dark Lord could come and go from my room. If I tried I would be electrocuted. And not gently. If that happened four times, I would’ve been instantly killed.” Granger sighs as she writes. “As an extra form of torture, physcological this time, they allowed me to write letters. Allowed me to beg for help on paper, with no way of getting it to someone.”

She takes her muggle quill off the parchment and looks at me. “But you did. You got a letter to Harry, and you are safe. I’m sorry I had to dig this up.”

I nod shakily, clutching at my wrist tighter. “Should I tell you how I got it out? It’s a weak spot into the Manor.”

“If you feel up to it.”

I make myself speak. Everything needs to be out there, in the open, if we are to take them down. “There was a vent in my bedroom’s en-suite. I used some sort of charm, one that emitted green sparks, to push it along the vents. It flew through the kitchen, to the dining room and out of the window. When it blasted through the wards,

somehow undetected, the sparks rebound back into my wand.”

Granger is gobsmacked. “That’s amazing. I’ll need you to tell me about that spell later.” She makes a scribble at the bottom of her page. “So you’re saying, that if we hypothetically shrunk someone down, and somehow got them through the wards, that there’d be a direct route into your bedroom?”

“Yep. Although, it’s quite a long route with many turns. It’d take ages for someone unfamiliar with the Manor to get there. And once there, they wouldn’t be able to do anything. That end of the Manor is essentially just bedrooms for my family. Not to mention the wards.” I shudder.

Granger’s face seems to light up. “What if we, hypothetically again, sent you in?”

“The wards would probably shred me into a million pieces. I’ve no doubt been removed.”

She hums, thinking out loud. “We’ll have to find someone else then. Someone you could help from the outside…” Her muggle quill moves across the page again.

Granger starts firing off more and more questions, this time about the Manor in general. She sketches out a rough floor-plan of the ground level, adding details about the rooms as she goes. Halfway through, Potter returns with three cups of tea. Each of them look and smell different, and he passes them out to all of us. Mine is Peppermint. My absolute favourite at Hogwarts, as my father wouldn’t allow me to drink it at the Manor. Something about it not being actual tea. I smile at Potter as he passes it to me, our hands bumping for a second too long. As I take a sip, I allow the warm liquid to soothe a path from my mouth to my stomach. Granger absentmindedly hands him the parchment for him to look over as she turns the conversation away. It becomes happier things like Quidditch. Not that even Quidditch calms me down anymore. I now associate it with flying back from Skiddaw Mountain, and the ensuing torture that was the next week.

By the time we finish our tea, and Granger has drawn up the entire Manor, it’s grown dark outside and is starting to become light again. Muffling yawns, Potter says goodbye to his friend and she rushes out via the Floo. I have no idea where she is staying, but it’s not with the Weasley’s. Something about too many casualties if anything was to go wrong. And she isn’t with her parents either, as she removed all knowledge of herself from them. I can’t imagine how difficult that would’ve been for a lot of reasons. Mainly because I’ve never had a parent, or anyone for that matter, care enough. Sure, my mother cares, but not enough to let me switch worlds and become entangled with a war. No, mine made me.

“Alright, Malfoy?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. Just thinking.”

Potter smiles, a gentle lift of the corners of his soft-looking mouth. “Well, goodnight then. If you need potions to sleep there should be some in the bathroom.”

“Goodnight, Potter.” How did he know I would need potions? Then again, he might need them too, after the things we spoke about.

“Oh, and Malfoy?”

“Yeah?”

“Do I have to keep calling you that?”

“Calling me what?”

“By your last name. Surely you don’t want to be associated with your father every day.”

I swallow around the sudden lump in my throat. “Call me Draco.”

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A/N: I am beyond sorry for the long wait 😣. As I said last time, this break has been for my physical health. It has drastically improved though, and this should be back to a regular schedule 🥳. I hope you enjoyed this (belated) chapter! Xx

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DON'T CATCH FEELINGS - DRARRY

CHAPITRE UNE.

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 “Oh fuck you Malfoy,” Harry finally retorted while he sat at the Gryffindor table. He’d been trying to keep his cool, but it didn’t take long for his anger to bubble over. “Shut your weasel-ass with all this stupid-“ 

 Draco stood up on the table, flashing his wand. “Say one more thing Potter, and I’ll glue your mouth shut.” 

 And with that, the fight was over. Draco stalked off with his gang, Harry was left stewing in his anger, his friends clearly fed up with the constant fighting. 

 “Why don’t you ever threaten him like that?” Ron asked, mouth full of food. “Yknow, with your wand n stuff, or your creepy snake talk,” 

 Hermione shot him a glare. “That’s certainly not the only solution to this problem, Ron. We could have a truce or something, make a deal,” 

 Ron laughed. The food sputtered out of his mouth. “As if that would work! Ha! A treaty with Malfoy!”

 Harry rolled his eyes and rested his head against the table. Things with Malloy were a lot more complicated than most thought. 

 See, if Harry didn’t make such a angry fuss over Malfoy’s jeering, it’d be quite obvious that he liked him. 

 As for Malfoy, he’d always been an unknown. Harry wasn’t sure what he could really do, except for defend himself in any way possible. 

 That was until last night. 

 Draco and Harry, in the corridor fighting again. Only this time they turned into a broom closet and, looking back, had quite an interesting encounter to say the very least about what happened. 

 Harry didn’t remember the very least though. He remembered all of it, every single second. The worst part so far was eating, he couldn’t get the taste of Malfoy off his lips. 

 He thought maybe the next day he’d be shown a little respect by Malfoy but no. No acknowledgement of the night in the broom closet. Of who started it or if it was even real or just a moment of human weakness. 

 Nothing.

 And that made Harry genuinely mad.

[semi-sketchy]

Sassy - yeah I always saw Shadow as kinda the Draco Malloy of sonic? He's like the stereotypical "bad grade school boy" but he's a softie on the inside. And yeah I don't have a problem with shadow and sonic brings rivals, I actually enjoy those cut scenes xD. I just wish, like you said, they took into account the past games and stop trying to make shadow take over the world when in past games he obviously doesn't want to. I could go on a rant but asks only have a certain character limit.

(If you want to send multiple asks, just put ½ - 2/2 or 1/5 - 5/5 if you really want and I’ll piece them together in one post. Just please label them so I know you’re the one sending them and it’s not another anon.)

Yeah, he’s cold and rough, but not evil. He’s someone that’s gone through some serious shit. Watching your best friend get shot would destroy anybody, but he’s also the reason the ARK was shut down and many of the people on there died because of him. On top of that he’s a living weapon and has been used for his power several times and in spite of all that, he still fights to protect people because that was Maria’s wish.

“Shadow, I beg of you, please, do it for for me…for a better future! For all the people who live on that planet…give them a chance to be happy… Let them live their dreams. Shadow, I know you can do it. That’s the reason you were brought into this world. Sayonara, Shadow the Hedgehog.“

“That’s what I promised her and I must keep that promise. That’s what Maria wished for.”

Man the ending of SA2 messed me up and I went into that game not liking Shadow, but ended nearly crying over his death.

Fuck that was sad.

But that’s also why it bothers me so much that he’s a villain. Yes he started SA2 as a villain, but once Amy reminded him what Maria wanted, he suddenly had to save everyone because he cared so much about her. If your brain was literally programmed to enact revenge against mankind and you spent all your time working towards that goal you were so close to, something very important has to happen for you to suddenly stop and go against everything you had fought for. That’s what feels so off. He’s been protecting Maria’s planet for years, so now he’s destroying it? He’d kill all the world leaders if that’s what Maria wanted, (hell he already tried to blow up the planet because he thought that’s what Maria wanted) so I fail to see a motive for him to destroy the world she begged him to protect.

All I have to say is Graff you better have a good explanation for this.

-Sassy

[starrkidmalfoy]

I Can Take Care of You

Hello! I absolutely loved the last one you wrote for me. Can I have a Fred x Reader where she wakes up really sick and Fred gets all protective and takes care of her? Thank you! Much love❤ 

Imagine for @goodthatshank

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After Madam Pomfrey checked in on you and made sure that your head was healing well, she left you and Fred and went on to another student just a few beds down to tend to them. "I miss seeing your face in the common room and in the great hall and in potions and in charms." He let out a laugh and reached his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. "How long was I actually out?" You asked noticing that your throat was dry and scratchy when you talked. "3 days," the way he said it made it sound very nonchalant and normal, "well 3 and a half if you consider Saturday afternoon when you actually got hit by the bludger." He put his hand in yours again and sat up straight ready to answer any more questions you had or get anything you wanted or needed. "So that's what happened!" Your free hand reached up and touched the right side of your head where it seemed to have a heartbeat of its own. When your fingertips made contact you could feel a sizable bump through your hair and it hurt to put any sort of pressure on it. You winced in pain and put your hand back down. "Best not to touch it, love." Fred grabbed an ice pack from the bedside table and pressed it to your head gently. The throbbing went down and so did the amount of pressure in your head. Fred chuckled "Madam Pomfrey said that if she even tried to heal a hit of this size that she would risk turning one side of your brain to mush." He told you letting out laugh. "Why are you laughing, Fred?! I could've not remembered who I was or how to ride a broom. Maybe not even remember what magic is," he was still laughing, "I could've not remembered you." He instantly stopped laughing and looked you in the eyes. "That not something to joke about! I don't know if I could get you to love me again! It was hard enough convincing you to go on a date with me the first time." He said light sighing knowing that you were only joking, but still remembering how you turned him down 6 times for Hogsmead dates before you finally caved in and said yes the 7th time. "Oh I think you could've done it," you said with a small smile, "you're pretty charming, babe." You let out a crackling laugh and let Fred lean in for a quick kiss. That evening Madam Pomfrey had sent you back to the dormitories to get sleep in your own bed and see if that got you back to your normal self. You felt fine and thought you would be able to go back to class, that was until you woke up at 3 am to vomit. After you washed out your mouth you sat in the common room in your favorite large armchair just watching the flames flicker and die in the fireplace. "Are you feeling alright?" You turned to see Fred coming down the staircase from the boys dorm. "Yeah, better now." You said pulling your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around your legs. "Katie came and knocked on the door and told me you were sick. I came down to check on you." He said squeezing into the armchair beside you. You leaned back onto his chest and let his fingers drift into your hair. "Thank you," you closed your eyes and felt Fred's chest moving rhythmically up and down with each breath. He placed a kiss on the top your head, "I'll be here if you need me." He let out a deep breath and you both ended up falling back asleep cuddled into each other's bodies. Your sleep didn’t last too long before you were up again at 10 till 6 with a terrible headache. Your head started pounding so loud that it was all you could hear. The small amount of light coming from the fireplace and the moonlight was so painful you couldn’t bare to open your eyes. “Freddie?” You sat up slowly and tapped his chest to wake him. “Yes, love?” his voice was groggy and you could tell he was tired. “I think I need to go back to the hospital wing so Pomfrey can help me and you can get some rest.” You tried to get up, but your legs were shaking and you could barely open your eyes. Fred pulled you back down into the chair and let your head rest on his chest again. He intertwined his legs with your and let his chin rest on the top of your head. “No you won’t,” he pulled you close, “I’m your boyfriend and I can take care of you.” He placed a peck on your forehead and felt it burn beneath his soft lips. "Love, you're boiling," he leapt up from the chair got you a glass of water. "Drink, darling, you'll feel better." He placed the glass in you thin fingers and watched you gulp down the water making sure you were okay. "My head is pounding, Fred." At this point your pain had turned into anger. You couldn't help yourself get better and you hated not being able to take care of your own problems. "Okay, what do you need? What can I get for you?" He could sense your frustration and wanted to stop it before it was turned on him. "I don't know, Fred," you threw your hands up and leaned into the plush cushion of the chair, "if I knew then I would've gotten it by now." "Baby, I know you're upset and you don't feel well, but I'm trying to help you," he knelt down in front of you and placed his hands on your cheeks. His hands felt rough on the smooth skin on your face, you could feel the blisters that had stared to grow since Fred was too stubborn to wear his gloves during quidditch practice. He looked deep into your eyes, "Just tell me what you want if you don't know what you need." He whispered very gently, running his thumb over your lower lip. Tears started crawling their way down from your tired, weary eyes down your cheeks and onto your sweet boyfriends hands. "I just want my head to stop throbbing." It came out as a whimper as you buried your face into the crook of Fred's neck and inhaled his soft scent. Fred lifted up your seemingly fragile body and sat you both down on the couch. You lay on top of him cuddled into his body trying to stay as close as possible and feel his warmth against your body. "I love you so much, Freddie" you huffed out before falling asleep again. "I love you too." He kissed you gently into your hair and pulled you close to him hoping that just by being closer his love would help your headache. Xx all writing is mine! Please give me credit if you use it. Much love! xX --------------------- Please send in all your requests! Let me know if you want me to continue this story as well and I will continue to write! Love you guys and can't wait to see all your suggestions! x

[starrkidmalfoy]

Georgie

Can you do that dying prompt with George and reader? The reader being the one dying?

Imagine for @torimychael

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You hated being back in the muggle world, but being that you were half-blood and your mum and dad lived in the muggle world you knew you had to go back eventually. You had asked your parents every year to move into a wizard community and the answer was always no. They liked living where they were because they were close to your dad’s side of the family and didn’t have to give away the wizard secret to his family this way. Since you couldn’t live in a wizard community, you asked your parents if you could over to your boyfriend, George's, house for part of the summer to get the chance to live freely as a wizard. Again, the answer was a resounding no. So, you put one of your old cell phones in a package and sent it to George telling him what it was and how it worked so the both of you could talk all summer instead only one letter a day by owl. Later that same day you got a poorly typed out text from the ginger haired boy. Eventually, after some time he figured out to properly use the phone and type out real texts and phone you anytime without waiting for you to call first.

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You had gone out late at night to get a few things from the corner store and you had started to walk back home when a feeling of uneasiness came over your body. It suddenly seemed as if someone was following you and stalking your every move. You started to hear footsteps that were coming from behind and you quickened your pace and began to hear the footsteps behind you do the same. Thoughts began to race through your mind.

"What if it's a robber? Or a murderer? I didn't bring my wand to defend myself. I have nothing to defend myself with. Should I call mum? No, her phone is always on silent. What about dad? No, he's out and won't even hear it ring. What abo-"

Your heart was beating at a lightening speed and it felt as if you were going to vomit out of fear. You looked side to side to see if there was an alley way you could make a break towards or someone else around to be a witness if anything were to happen, but you found none of these. Suddenly an arm came around the front of you and pinned you to your attacker's body. The person lifted their other hand up to your head and you could feel the cold metal of a gun barrel being pressed against your temple.

"Don't move and don't even think about screaming cause I will blow your brains out."

The voice came out rough and extremely low. Tears began running down your cheeks and your whole body began to shake with fear. Your knees buckled and you knew that if it weren't for the man's arm holding you up, you would be knelt down on the cement, crumbling into a fetal position. You out a small whimper and inhaled again, your whole body racking as you try to breathe in.

"Give me all you have."

As the tight grip backs away you stand frozen on the sidewalk not sure if you'd be able to make a break for it. By this time your attacker had come around to the front of you, though you still couldn't see his face due to his hood casting a long dark shadow over his features. He lifted up the gun at you, this time aiming at your chest.

"I said. give me all you got on you," you were still frozen in shock, "NOW!"

His sudden out burst sent you into a panic. You pulled your wallet out of your pocket and handed him your bag from the corner store. You reached into your hoodie pocket and pulled out a packet of gum and a few coins. You shoved all of this into your attacker's arms. He took a moment to inspect what you have given him before looking back up you and raising his gun again.

"This ain't even real money!"

He threw all the coins from your wallet and pockets back at you. You watched them clatter to the pavement and realized they were all a mixture of knuts and sickles. You mentally slapped yourself for not even having enough brain power to remember that you spent your small amount of muggle money at the store. The sound of a metal gear clicking snapped your brain back to the reality of your situation. You looked up into the dark hole of the hoodie where the man's face was supposed to be. Tears were flowing freely down your cheeks and you whispered out a soft, "P-please", before squeezing your eyes shut tight. You heard a loud bang and a sharp pain hit your chest right under your left collar bone. You fell back onto the pavement from the force of the blow and heard the slap of rubber soles hitting the concrete as the man ran away from the scene. A burning sensation began where the sharp pain was and spread throughout your whole body. You slowly looked down where the main source of pain was and only saw a small black hole with a blood stain growing larger around it. You let your head drop back onto the street as you winced in pain. With your right hand, you reached down into your front pants pocket and pulled out your phone. You dialed up George and pressed the phone to your ear, closing your eyes and trying to take in deep breaths, you waited for him to pick up. After 5 rings you hear George's heavy breathing and laughter through his "Hello, love!"

"Hi George," you smiled slightly at hearing his laugh, "what are you in to?"

"With the boys," you knew he was talking about all his brothers, "just got done kicking the piss out of Charlie and Ron in a game of quidditch." After George finished his sentence you could hear the said brothers in the background defending themselves before George let out a small "Ow! Piss off, it was just a joke." he said through more laughter.

"How are you, love?" He asked, letting his laughter subside as you heard the background chatter disappear, knowing that he was walking away from the rest of his brothers. If they heard how soft he became when he was talking to you, then they would never let him hear the end of it.

"I miss you so much." You let the words squeak out of your mouth as tears fell down your face.

"Love, shh," worry filled George's voice, "love, calm down. How bout I floo over tomorrow for a few hours? We can have a cuddle and just chat. How's that?" could feel the love pouring out of George's voice and it made you cry even more knowing that what he just said was never going to happen tomorrow, or the next day, or ever again.

"Sounds great." You forced out through a watery half smile. Letting the image of you curled up, safe, in your boyfriend's lap enter your mind. His arms wrapped tightly around your body as his thumb stroked up and down your side sending a shiver through your body. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you lazily placed soppy, wet kisses on his collar bones, neck, jaw, and any other free space of skin you could reach.

"I love you so much," it came out so soft you almost thought George didn't hear until you heard "I love you too" whispered back into the phone.

"I love you so much, Georgie."

"You're perfect, ya know that?" he chuckled, "I love more than you will ever know, darling."

He knew you only called him Georgie when no pet name would suffice to show your feelings towards him.

"Georgie..." you trailed off not even knowing how to put all your love into words before you run out of time. "It's okay, love, I know what you mean and I feel the same way." Your heart swelled and you let out a sign, accepting your fate now that you knew George knew how you really felt. You could hear someone shouting in the background of his line and then his soft voice again. "I got to go my darling, but we'll talk later, alright? I love you." You hummed out an "okay," that being all that you had the energy for, "I love you more."

"I love you most." You heard his charming smile come through the phone before that call clicked and ended.

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Xx all writing is the original work of L.D.A and if used all credit should be given to the author xX

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Please send in all your requests or ideas, I would love to write them! I love you guys and I really hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you wanna see next. Love x

[starrkidmalfoy]

Favorite Man

For the otpdisaster could you write one for the reader and Sirius?

Imagine for Anon

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You knew Sirius was extremely reckless sometimes and that's exactly why you gave him a cell phone. You told him that anytime he needed anything to just give you a call or a text. For the most part, you just got normal texts and planned when your dates over phone calls, Sirius eventually admitted that he rather enjoyed using a cell phone rather than waiting for an owl to do the exact same job. At this point and time, Sirius was thankful for the phone more than he had ever been. His leather jacket had started to pool and gather the blood pouring from the gashes across his chest from a particularly nasty spell hitting him straight over the heart. He winced in agony as he left hand reached into his jacket and yanked out his phone. He wiped the blood from the screen onto his jeans and shakily dialed you up. After a few rings, he heared the phone connect "Love?" His voice comes through the phone groggy and dry. "Are you alright, Sirius? What's wrong?" You didn't hear his voice like this often and you knew he was either hurt or drunk and it seemed a little too early in the day for him to be drunk, but then again, Sirius was always surprising you. He cleared his throat, another searing stab of pain spread across his torso as he did so. "Yeah, I'm fine, just wanted to talk to you. I love you." A smirk crept onto his lips and a giggle escaped yours.He would miss your laugh. The way the edges of your mouth curled up and a laugh slowly bubbled out of you, or even when the laughter would burst through your pink lips without warning. He would miss those lips. He would miss kissing you. The times when you just be talking about something that happened during your day and Sirius would use rough, calloused fingertips to pull your chin up until your lips met his. Sometimes the kisses were soft and a way to say I love you without needing to say it out loud, and sometimes the kisses were passionate and ended with growing hickeys on your collarbones and along his jawline. They would end in you catching your breath and feeling your swollen lips starting to bruise from him biting and pulling on them with his own soft ones. "I love you too," your voice pulled him back from his thoughts, "how about we meet up at our usual restaurant for dinner tonight?" "I would love that," his voice was dripping with excitement, which then turned to sadness knowing he wouldn't live to go to dinner tonight, "but maybe another night. I'm a little busy at the moment.” He heard you sigh softly on the other end of the line and his heart began to rise into his throat. He hated disappointing you or letting you down, but he also wouldn’t be able to bear the sadness in your voice if he told you what was really going on. "I will always love more than anything in this world." He spoke with such a tenderness that you knew he meant it. He knew you were upset and you knew the way it had an effect on him. "I love you too. I don't know what I'd do without you," you responded tenderly. Those words hit him and stung him stronger than any wound could. His pain radiated from every point in his body as he began to imagine the grief you would have to go there, having to figure out what you would do without him. He repeated his love for you incessantly as the phone conversation continued. You knew that it was slightly out of character for Sirius to act this way, but you didn't mind it. Sirius always acted very macho and tough, but you knew with one touch you could make him melt into the sweet teddy bear he had come to be. Sirius didn't want the call to end, but more importantly, he didn't want to leave you. "Now that I've made it perfectly clear how much I adore you, tell me about your day," he chuckled realizing that he had never called to say I love you this much and how weirded out you must be. You took in a breath and began to tell him all about your day, from the moment you woke to this exact moment in time. Somewhere after the story about going out to lunch and before the story of your bus ride home, Sirius' vision blurred and then went dark. You began to tell him about your trip to the market when your voice began to fade away in his ears. The last thing he heard was your voice telling him how happy you were to see an incoming call from her most favorite man in the world. He smiled as he slipped away into nothingness, knowing that he was your favorite man. --------------------- Xx all writing is the original work of L.D.A and if used all credit should be given to the author xX —————————— Please send in all your requests or ideas, I would love to write them! I really hope you enjoy this. Let me know what you wanna see next. Love you all x

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Shade of Blue

Hello, can I request a Harry Potter (Fred x Reader) imagine where Y/N is in the hospital wing, whether it's from a dementor attack or Quidditch injury and Fred and George come to visit her 

Imagine for @goodthatshank

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You were flying down the field with the quaffle tucked under your arm. You chucked it over your head and saw it going soaring through the hoop and over the hufflepuff keepers head. And then you felt your body slide from your broom and a hard pain in the right side of your head before everything went dark. It had been three days since a bludger had crashed into your head knocking you out cold. George felt horrible, after all he was aiming towards the opposing teams beater when you came up out of nowhere and into his line of fire. Fred was so worried that the first day you were in the hospital wing he stayed with you the whole time until Pomfrey told him to leave. Fred's last class had just ended for the day which meant he was off to see you. He handed his books off to George and started straight up the stairs. When he walked in he saw your best friend setting down a book and papers by your bed with the others she had brought yesterday. "Maggie..." he said with a deep sigh. She turned around with wide eyes as if she had just been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. "I'm just bringing her homework! She hasn't woken up, but our herbology assignments are getting to be bigger and she's missing so much an-" "Well I'm pretty sure when she wakes up her first thought isn't going to be 'Wow wonder what I've missed in herbology. Better check on that and start in on it.'" Fred said sitting down in the chair next to you. Maggie let out a chuckle mixed with a sigh "I know, but it's all I can do for her right now." She gently sat on the foot of your bed. They both sat in silence for what felt like hours but was only two minutes before Maggie got up and left. Fred grabbed your hand and bent down to kiss it. "I'll be here till you wake up love." He sat back in his chair and pulled out his wand. He mindlessly started drawing random lines in the air that would change from purple to gold to blue before disappearing into the air again. "I always did love that shade of blue." Your voice came out dry and quiet and barely there. You woke up with your head pounding but the lights danced in front of you and created a beautiful picture to wake up to. "Y/N! You're awake! How do you feel? Do you need some water? Or food? Are you still tired? Madam Pomfrey! She's awake!" "Fred calm down." You smiled and put your hand on his arm and weakly pulled him back down to the chair. He looked at you with the sweetest smile and pure adoration in his eyes. "Ugh I've missed you." He leaned down and placed a kiss on your check, then your forehead, then your nose and a quick one onto your lips. "Thanks for being here when I woke up." You said finally starting to wake up and get feeling back into your body. "Of course. I love you." He whispered while intertwining his finger with yours. Xx all writing is mine and original. 

Please give credit if you use it please give credit. Much love! 

xX ------------------------ If you have any request feel free to send them in and I will get them done as soon as I can! I love writing for you guys so please feel free to send in any and all requests!!

[starrkidmalfoy]

Draco Imagine

can you write a draco hc where he sees the reader get hurt or bullied and its all about how he tries to protect her? but they're enemies so it's quite uncommon (and something about him loving her i need major fluff)? Please and thank you xoxo ---------------------- It was the third time this week Pansy had cornered you after breakfast and you were just waiting for her to hex you so you could get on with your day. "Isn't this cute girls? She's finally learned that she can't run away." She said snickering, her mouth curling up at the edges. She tilted her head down and glared at you through her dark bangs. "What shall it be today?" Her slender flingers reached into her robes and drew out her wand very slowly. Before her wand could even be raised in your direction it flew out of her hand with a flash of white light and clattered to the ground so hard you almost thought it broke. Pansy grabbed her wand and turned around to see who was responsible for knocking her wand to the tile, but most importantly, she wanted to see who would even try to come to your rescue. You looked over Pansy's shoulder to see who had come to your side and saw nothing but empty hallway. Pansy turned around with a flip of hair. "No matter. On with it." You were back in the common room after visiting Madam Pomfrey to remove the donkey ears and tail that Pansy had given you just a few hours earlier. You grabbed your charms book and the roll of parchment from the chair where you had left it last night and headed off to class. You were 12 minutes late, but Flitwick knew why. The only reason the professors couldn't stop Pansy is because they never could catch her in the act, however, they knew you were not the type of student to show up late to class and use bullying as an excuse. The rest of your day went by fast and easy. You learned how to transfigure a tie into a snake and how to tell what the weather will be like the next day just by looking at the stars. You walked into the great hall to get dinner before heading to library to start on your potions essay. Your right foot crosses the threshold to the hall, but your left foot is caught on something invisible. You start to fall face first to the ground unable to use your arms as a shield due to the fact that they are full of books. Your face came two inches from the floor when you suddenly stopped falling and your body lifted back into its normal standing position. You looked around confused and saw that Pansy was doing the same. Seeing that she was distracted, you made you break and ran for your house table before she had the chance to try and trip you up again. As soon was you finished eating you grabbed your bag from the bench beside you and left the great hall while Pansy was distracted by Nearly-Headless Nick popping out of the closest pudding she was reaching for. As you headed for the staircase you kept your head down trying not to draw too much attention to yourself. You picked up your walking speed knowing you were getting close to the stairs until you ran into someone. You started to fall back until they grabbed your arm and pulled you up. "Not very solid on your feet are you?" They said with a chuckle. "This time was my fault. Sorry about that." They said as they dropped your arm and stood there until you regained your balance. "Every time I get knocked off my feet it's not really my choice." You say pulling your robe and book bag back into your shoulder. With a deep sigh you brush your hair out of your face and look up to see platinum blonde hair and steel grey eyes. "Draco?!" His eyes go wide as he claps a hand over your mouth and drags you into a corner. "If you say my name too loud and in that tone people come running." He removed his hands and you took in a big breath. "Why?" "I don't know. Something about how I'm 'rude' and a 'bully'" he says putting those words into air quotes. "Well yes. Generally you are quite terrible." You say quietly crossing your arms and looking away from him. But that doesn't stop you from seeing the hurt look cross his face out of the corner of your eye. "Well, uh, sorry about bumping into you. I'll just got then." He started to turn away but you reached out and stopped him before he could take more than two steps. "Wait." He turned around and his eyes looked straight into yours. You inhaled sharply. You had never seen his face this close before. His eyes had bags underneath and he had this look of pain behind his eyes. He looked tired and sad, it was a look that made you want to hold him and tell him everything was going to turn out alright even though you didn't really know what he was going through. "I didn't mean it like that." You said shaking yourself out of your thoughts. "I just meant-" "You don't have to explain. I know what you meant. Not a lot of people like me. I get it." "No! I just meant that I've heard things about you. And yes most of them aren't nice things. But," you weren't sure how to finish the sentence but Draco seemed to understand what you were trying to say. "Thanks." He said almost a whisper. He looked to the ground and you could see a light blush begin to rise to his cheeks. You could stare at him all day. He was handsome in a quirky weird sort of way. His features were sharp and pointed but his eyes softened his face and his lips seemed so sweet. You weren't sure how long you two had just been standing there before people started coming out of the dining hall in groups. You both came out of your trances "Well I better go before Pansy finds me and sends me to the hospital wing again." You say starting up the stairs. Draco follows close but still a couple steps behind as there are now massive clumps of people around. You start down the corridor that you normally take back to your common room. It's a longer walk, but no one ever goes down those halls so it's a nice time to think and feel safe away from Pansy. You hadn't even made it half way back to your dorm when you started to hear footsteps behind you. At first you just ignored it thinking it was probably just the echoing of your own footsteps off the stone walls, but then the steps changed pace and rhythm. You turned around only to see Draco walking behind you. "Are you following me?" You say some what in disbelief. "Someone has to keep you safe from Pansy, right?" He says shrugging and taking a step closer to you. "You? It's been you this whole time? Knocking her wand from her hand? Reversing my gravity so I could stand up? Removing the invisible object she used to trip me? That was all you?" He nodded slowly and let his eyes wonder to everything but you. The light pink colored had now returned to his face and he started to fidget. He couldn't stop shifting his weight on his feet and you could tell he was slightly embarrassed by the whole thing. "Why would you want to help me?" You say taking a step back. "Because I like you, okay?" He blurts it out and quickly realizes what he has said and starts stuttering trying to find the right words to back himself out of the situation. "You like me?" You say in a small whisper. You could feel your face and ears heating up and you knew that your face had to be at least 3 shades deeper red than Draco's blush that had also gotten darker. Draco's eyes met yours and you both just stood there for who knows how long just staring into one another's eyes. He took a step closer to you and grabbed your hand in his. "I know," his voice was shaking but it was still powerful "it may seems strange, or a bit unusual even, since I'm not really supposed to be friends with anyone and everyone is just meant to be an enemy. However, you seem so sweet and kind. No matter what Pansy does or anyone does to you, you pick yourself up and move on. That's something that I wish I could do." He has taken your other hand into his and his words are spoken so softly that your afraid that if you move you might miss a word. "I really love that about you. You're just so quietly strong." You both stand there again in silence. A comfortable silence. You would be happy to stand here forever. "So...what do you say?" He asks turning a shade of deep red that you didn't think was possible. You let out a smile laugh and a sigh. "I really like you too." You say pulling yourself into his chest. You inhaled the smell of whatever cologne he wore and instantly felt home. You thought of where you had smelled this before and why it seemed so familiar and warm. He squeezed to tighter and you took in a deep breath. Amortentia! That's where you had smelled it before! Draco smelled exactly like the amortentia potion you brewed in potions class just 3 days before. You took in one more breath finally feeling safe and happy. You broke the hug and looked into his eyes. The biggest grin broke out onto Draco's face making you smile so hard you thought your face might shatter from happiness. Draco leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours and let your nose touch his. "Our little secret?" He said as his hand fell onto your waist pulling your body close to his. "Our little secret." Xx all writing it original and my own work. If you use it please give credit. Much love xX --------------------- Sorry this took so long but I wasn't sure where to begin and where to end and how much detail I wanted to put in certain areas but I really hope you enjoyed! Let me know if you want a part 2!! If you have any requests please feel free to send them into me and I will get writing as soon as possible! Love you guys x

[starrkidmalfoy]

Did You Hear Me?

For the Person A and Person B thing you posted: Drarry or Scorbus or Hedric (harry x cedric) (or all 3 if you want :P )

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Pt.2 (SCORBUS)

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Traveling out into the muggle world wasn’t smart, Albus knew that, he really did, but that didn’t stop him from going out into different towns to see what the muggle world was like. So far, on all his trips he had found something from the muggle world that wizards didn’t have. His first trip he brought back a camera that only took pictures that couldn’t move. Scorpius loved it and soon began taking the muggle camera every where to capture just one single second of a moment instead of before, during, and after. He had told Albus it made it seem “special” and even more magical than the cameras in the wizard world. Most of the pictures Scorpius took were of Albus. There is one, in particular, that was taken right after a date in Hogsmeade, when Scorpius and Albus were sitting on the edge of the lake back at Hogwarts. The sun was setting and Albus was watching the sun dip into the ground tucking itself into the trees for the night. His hair was ruffled from just snogging his boyfriend and his cheeks were still flushed a light pink. He had a small smile on his face that never seemed to vanish when he was around Scorpius. That was the moment Scorpius captured. And that was the only moment Scorpius wanted to capture, not before or after, just that moment of his giddy boyfriend glowing in the sun’s last rays. Scorpius made sure the next time Albus went out into London he got the picture printed and now he keeps it inside his robe pocket at all times to remind himself of that day and of how lucky he his.

Another time Albus brought Scorpius back a book about muggle history.

“I figured since you know all about wizard’s history you might want to move onto muggle history.”

He looked down at his feet and scratched the back of his head, he knew it was a stupid gift, but this trip was only thirty minutes and he thought Scorpius might like a book that wasn’t about magic for once. All of a sudden Scorpius’ arms were around Albus’ neck and Albus was engulfed in the smell of the Hogwarts library and a whiff of the most amazing cologne. Warmth radiated within the hug and Albus wrapped his arms around the blonde’s waist holding tight.

“It’s perfect, Al. I really like it. Thank you,” he whispered into his ear before pulling out of the hug and kissing him softly. By the fourth trip, Albus began to look for gifts for Scorpius that he knew would make him happy. The fourth trip brought out the find of cell phones which Scorpius thoroughly enjoyed. Of course, they only used cell phones when they were away from Hogwarts because it was faster than owls and much more private than using the living room fireplace to floo in.

Albus rubbed his hand along his front pants pocket to make sure his phone was in it before sneaking out the back door.

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Albus knew his way around this particular town by now and had already gotten the new pictures developed and in his bag in just 30 minutes meaning he had about 2 more hours to look around for a gift to please his sweet, dork of a boyfriend before someone back home started to get worried about where he was. He walked into a store he had only been in a few times before. The first time he was in there he got Scorpius the book on muggles and the next time he ventured into it was to buy Scorpius a pack of ballpoint pens. Albus saw his dad use them all the time and found them much quicker than dipping a quill into an ink pot after every ten words. This time Albus was on a mission. He had noticed spirals of blank paper in the shop before and thought Scorpius would enjoy keeping his rough drafts of essays in a notebook rather than spare pieces of torn parchment that always managed to find a way into Albus’ bag or trunk. Albus paid for the spiral and left the store knowing that if only Scorpius was here he would be in that store for hours while his boy ran from item to item collecting everything in his arms insisting nothing in the wizarding world would do the same jobs as all of it could.

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“Heading back to school?”

Albus looked up from his hands up towards the voice and realized it came from a boy about his age sitting across from him on the tube.

“Yeah,” Albus let out a chuckle as he realized he was holding a bag full of school supplies, “my boyfriend is a huge nerd and loves this kind of stuff” he said through a smile as the image of Scorpius giving him an enthusiastic kiss when he saw all that Albus had brought back.

“What are you studying?”

The other boy’s question pulled him out of his daydream

“Chemistry.”

Albus knew how to answer these kinds of inquiries from listening to other muggles conversations while on the tube. He knew no muggle would take him seriously if he told them he was studying potions and from what Scorpius had told him about muggles he figured chemistry was the closest thing muggles had to potions.

“No way!” the other boy sat up in excitement, “me too!” he leaned forward toward Albus with light in his eyes. “Where are you studying?”

Albus’ brain went blank and he could feel his face falling from the smile it was previously in. He had never been asked this question before. He didn’t know any of the universities in the muggle world and he didn’t even know how to go about making one up.

“Umm- it’s not around here?” It came out as more of a question and Albus’ voice was shaky, afraid the boy would press the issue and he wouldn’t have any answers to give.

“Oh okay. So you study abroad or something?” he asked sitting back in his seat.

“Yeah!” Albus let out a sigh of relief knowing he could be home free, “I’m studying in France.” he said before thinking too hard about it. His Aunt Fleur had taught him a few basic sentences in French if he had to prove it to the kid. The boy opened his mouth to continue the conversation when suddenly the lights flickered out and the sound of screeching metal filled the air as the train car speed up and started bumping into the walls and the car in front of it. Albus threw up his hands to cover his ears from the piercing sound of metal on metal. He saw sparks flashing out the small windows of the car and knew something wasn’t right. Suddenly Albus was thrown from his seat to the side wall of the car, up to the ceiling as the car flew off the track and flipped upside down. Bags, umbrellas, and other personal items were thrown around as seats started to come loose from the floor. When stillness fell over the trolley Albus opened his eyes, which he didn’t even realize he had closed. A row of metal tube chairs lay across his chest making it extremely hard to take deep breaths. Albus couldn’t see his legs due to the chairs, but he couldn’t feel them either. He wiggled his hands under the chairs and tried to lift them, but it was too heavy to push away. He moved his right hand further down and grabbed his phone out of his pocket. He opened it and then froze. Who was he supposed to call? The only person he knew with a phone was Scorpius and he didn’t exactly know how Scorpius would handle this type of situation. He never brought a wand with him on these trips because he never had needed one and it would risk giving him away if anyone saw. Albus looked around at his surroundings trying to taking the severity of the situation. At first, he couldn’t see anything and then a flicker of orange and red popped up from past the chairs towards the other end of the trolley. A crackling sound reached his ears and he could hear a woman from far away scream something about a fire. This was it. Albus couldn’t see a way out of this. He tried calling out for help but either nobody was around to hear or nobody was alive to hear. He knew he was lucky the bench hadn’t landed on his head and crushed it. Before he realized what he was doing, he was dialing up Scorpius and waiting anxiously for an answer. It took a while for him to pick up and just when Albus was sure he was never going to hear Scorpius’ voice ever again he heard a soft “Hello?” come through the phone.

“Hey Scorp.” he said sweetly, cherishing the time he had left with his boyfriend, even if it was just through the phone.

“What’s up, Albus? I thought you were going to town today.” There was an inquisitive tone in his usually chipper voice.

“I did,” Albus said, quickly reassuring his blonde boy knowing that as he said that, the worry line on Scorpius’ forehead faded away into relief. “I got you something”

“Like always,” Scorpius let out a chuckle, “you always get me something. You know you don’t have to do that, right?”

Scorpius really meant and Albus could hear that in his voice.

“I know that,” Albus gave a small constrained shrug even though he knew Scorpius couldn’t see it, “but I alway get a snog when I do.” he giggled out the last part of his sentence and could hear his boyfriend do the same.

“Well, I don’t need a reason to snog you, but it is a nice reason.”

Albus could practically feel the deep blush of Scorpius’ soft, pale cheeks through the phone and he could feel his own cheeks heat up too, and he knew it had nothing to do with the fire growing larger in the cart.

“Get back already so I can snog you!” Scorpius said. “I miss your lips. We haven’t seen each other in 5 days.”

“Oh, you miss my lips?! But nothing else. Okay, I see how it is.” he teased knowing exactly what Scorpius meant.

“No, I miss every part of you, not just your lips.”

“Every part?”

“Yes, love,” it was Scorpius’ turn to give Albus a tease, “every part.”

Albus let out as much of a laugh as he could manage with his limited air flow now that smoke had begun to fill the cart.

“I love you so much Scorpius.”

“I love you too, Al.”

Before Albus had the chance to say it again and make sure Scorpius understood that he would never love anyone as much as he loved him, an explosion rang out through the cart and the world went black.

“Al? Al? Are you still there? What’s happened?” Albus could still hear Scorpius faintly as if in the distance. If only Albus could reach out and grab onto him and have Scorpius save him again.

“Did you hear me, Al? I said I love you too.”

Then everything was quiet and still.

Xx all writing is the original work of L.D.A and if used all credit should be given to the author xX 

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Hey everyone!! I'm in such a writing mood and I have three finished fics, but I'm trying not to post them all at once and space them out. Please send in all your requests and keep me writing! Love you all x