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whumpitlikeyoumeanit · 1 year ago

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just pondering some ripples.....

AU core change: Lucius was Imperiused for the duration of the first Wizarding War.

-> Draco was not born out of love, but at best coercion, and at worst horrific abuse.

-> Lucius doesn't want anything to do with "his" family and is constantly uneasy around them, so is very distant.

-> Narcissa could go either way, but if we go with the frankly more dramatic "the child is an unpleasant reminder" route, she would have zero compunction cutting herself off from him and basically having nothing to do with her "family".

-> The raising of the child is left almost exclusively to the house elf, creating a more "Regulus & Kreacher" situation.

Dobby:*after slamming his fingers in a door because one of the parents was mad he was late with dinner* Dobby longs to be free... :( Draco: *head on his arms, looking out the window of the top floor room where he lives* Yeah, Draco too.

-> Draco wouldn't have spent much time around people. He'd have well-paid tutors, of course, but other than that he'd be isolated. Spending his whole life alone in the manor with occasionally Dobby for company. Sent out to do his school shopping by himself. Probably tried acting out for attention when he was little, but by school age is completely trying to be perfect and self-sufficient.

-> Instead of being a cocky, social, extroverted showoff, first-year Draco is a withdrawn, serious, lonely semi-pariah. (Having previously committed to abusive Imperiused Lucius for the backstory, it follows he would have been known as a brutal Death Eater with horrific crimes to his name, and it can be assumed most Wizards would still assume he was lying. Including, perhaps, the children of the other Death Eaters [i.e. his whole dorm except Blaise, who is an asshole anyway], whom he wants nothing to do with.) Probably doesn't know the last time he smiled.

---> Dumbledore as a Legilimens is aware that Lucius is telling the truth, and testimony like that is why he's fully pardoned, but that's not going to stop the rumor mill. Most people probably just assume he bribed his way free, if anything.

-> Instead of the "wrong sort" conversation with Harry in Madam Malkin's, Harry and Ron see Draco shopping on his own and Ron spills the exposition about his evil family and how Slytherins are bad.

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Things which don't change: Draco's still a "the Hat doesn't even have to touch his head" Slytherin, and he's still desperately needy for approval. It's just that now instead of it being because he idolises his parents it's because he's got a huge gaping hole which is currently filled with little more than internalised self-loathing.

Draco: You don't understand anything! My parents hate me! I should never have been born! *sobs*

He's also probably still mean as hell. But not in the mean-girl-social-bullying kind of way like normal, but in a defensive and thoroughly vicious way to keep people away. Full on mistrustful hedgehog. Lack of socialisation means he doesn't talk to people except to push them away.

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-> Draco doesn't teacher's-pet with Snape. He wants nothing to do with him, just like all the Death Eaters' kids.

-> Not that I'm saying Draco would get to the Mirror of Erised, but if he did, and his vision was a happy family? Man, that's just heartbreaking.

Year 2:

Basically the whole plot of Chamber of Secrets falls apart a bit if Lucius isn't playing the role of moustache-twirling villain...

-> Lucius would have no reason to send the Diary Horcrux to Hogwarts. In fact, he might very well not even be aware of what he has (even less aware than canonically). I can definitely see it still being with him, having either been entrusted to his father and then inherited, or else given to him under the Imperius to be vaulted for safekeeping.

-> Dobby would have no reason to try to keep Harry Potter away from Hogwarts. Or know Harry Potter at all.

-> Say Lucius did have it. Perhaps he discovered it and tasked Dobby with disposing of it. Or, perhaps Draco found it himself. An isolated loner kid who has a lot of problems, who finds a supportive sentient journal that wants to listen? He'd be tantalising fresh meat.

tl;dr this AU sounds like a good excuse to write sad Draco with the Chamber of Secrets diary and coming to the "I don't actually want to kill people" epiphany when he's 12, not 17

..........About this time is when I get distracted.

Harry Potter AU where Lucius actually was under the imperius and he has to deal with that trauma of barely remembering a huge chunk of his life and the suspicion of the entire public.

He's not smooth or sly... he's scared and twitchy and Draco gets bullied and Narcissa was imprisoned/abused during the 1st war and they're all falling apart.

Funnest fact:

If Lucius was under the Imperius for the duration of the first war, that means he lost everything from ages roughly ~18 to ~27.

(I was going to say "even if that waited until Voldemort was really gaining momentum, let's call it ~21 to ~27", but actually, it would make sense to get him sooner -- having the Malfoy scion as a recruitment agent would be very effective among a Certain Sort. So yeah, Imperius him as he leaves school and have him recruit from high society and do some politicking.)

He wouldn't remember getting married. He'd basically wake up and find that he apparently married his girlfriend (or, were they even together before? potential drama there, too), and, at best, she has 10 years of memories that, to him, happened to a total stranger. At worst, now she's grown to hate him over the last ten years for things he doesn't remember doing. But of course, they're good high society, so there's no possibility of airing dirty laundry and separating, so they're stuck together.

He wouldn't remember Draco being born. He'd wake up and discover he has a year old kid he has no connection to... and is probably a constant reminder of all that missing time, all that he must have done.

This is not a happy family. This is three broken people rattling around an empty mansion avoiding each other.

#lucius was imperiused au #not a prompt whumpitlikeyoumeanit #draco malfoy #don't mind me just whumping malfoys again

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thetomarrylibrary · 2 years ago

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Lost & Not Found (33)

''Harry is enslaved by Voldemort. The prophecy that surrounds them isn't about harry or voldemort killing one another but rather the horcrux inside harry or harry himself fighting for control. It has a lot of blood status in it. Hermonie becomes Ron's servant. The servants also get collars. I also rember that when harry did what the horcrux wanted he envisioned a snake enwrapping him and warmth that followed it. Eventually I'm pretty sure harry ends up loving voldemort. Possibly published on fanfiction.net.''

''Harry travels to his past but in someone else's body. His new surname either started with a C or it was Selwyn. Pretty sure he said his new family was the same as Dursleys but they were wizard. He also steals some of the horcuxes(specifically the diary). His new body really looked like Sirius's secret love child. He also didn't want his past-self to do the things he did. Tom/Voldemort wasn't present in the first chapters.'' [ FOUND The Bittle Pill by seol_xiv ]

''A slow burn. I think voldie captures Harry and holds him at Malfoy manor, but then they come to love each other. Voldemort makes harry make a horcrux, then he is taken by the Order and held in a cell. The Order believe the horcrux on him is his? but its Tom's?, and so they destroy it thinking Harry will die now. There's this trial, and Tom attacks them to save Harry, but Snape? smashes harry's head on the ground and he dies. Tom grieves, but brings him back with the horcux. Harry and Tom track Snape down to kill him for what he did.'' [ FOUND all your stars by lordmarvoloriddle ]

''its a harrymort where harry is at the department of mysteries and then he realizes that he isn't the chosen one and he starts spying for voldemort at hogwarts? at some point voldemort forces snape into a unbreakable vow to never hurt harry or tell anyone their secrets?" [ FOUND all your stars by lordmarvoloriddle ]

''Tomarry- set in the non-wizard world, Tom is a mob boss and meets Harry when he was singing so he calls him a songbird, Harry works in a library that is Sirius's'' [ FOUND Riddle's Obsession by Madriddler ]

''I'm looking for a Tomarry or harrymort fic where Harry found out Draco is gathering potential Death Eaters in fort of the room of requirement with invisible cloaks to attend some kind of recruit festival or smth. Harry use his invisible cloaks to slip in and somehow become a Death Eater too.''

''It was a swap au where Tom is the so called chosen one and he’s pretending to be the perfect gryffindor. Harry is the dark lord and Tom is obsessed with him. I remember there were two meetings in the chamber and graveyard specifically. It was a one shot.'' [ FOUND Reverse by Kushimani ]

''Harry was a professional quidditch player and he noticed Tom on the opposite team and was instantly suspicious. Tom gets close and port keys him to his house. He doses Harry with love potion. They become a couple and Harry is still on the potion and is in questionable love with Tom. It was a one shot I believe.'' [ FOUND Aftertaste by RedHorse ]

#lf #harrymort #tomarry

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missyflufffics · 4 years ago

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Harry Potter Universe Recommendation List

Last Updated: 12/21/2020

Marauders Era

James Potter

One Shots:

The best prankster by @deathlyhogwarts Summary: When a lowkey Gryffindor who values her education is disrupted during class by a roudy group of boys she decides to retilate, and she is determined to win.

Falling For You by @theweasleysredhair Summary: Soulmate AU. After suffering thorugh the pain of your soulmate, whom was not particulary careful about injuries, their identity is revealed during a Quidditch game.

What’s Happening To Me by @harrytpotter Summary: James Potter was starting to feel more and more overprotective towards his friend Y/N and considerably annoyed at the blatant flirting she and one of his best friends were displaying publicly and at the thought she might be falling for Sirius. What was happening to him?

Sirius Black

One Shots:

Drooling like a dog by @deathlyhogwarts Summary: Dogs are great pets, and it´s annoying how all kind of pets are allowed at school but dogs. So when you realize a group of friends frequents one you can´t help but shower it with affection.

Cardigan by @gcdric Summary: You love everything Sirius’s family hates about him.

Remus Lupin

One Shots:

Scared by @thoseofgreatambition Summary: y/n’s mother has left their family, and because of this the reader is quite scared to form romantic relationships. Remus does his best to build her strength and trust up. in doing so they fall in love.

Peter Pettigrew

Lily Evans

Regulous Black

One Shots:

Mon Soleil by @poppin-potter Summary: Lupin!reader; no-Voldemort AU. Regulus Black helps you with your lycanthropy symptoms

Narcissa Black

Golden Trio Era

Harry Potter

One Shots:

One step from happiness by @weasleydream Summary: After the war is over, there is one person he needs to see, a muggle that made Privet Drive seem less gloomy.

Dumbledore’s army by @poppin-potter Summary: Lupin!reader. When you help your boyfriend, Harry Potter, you start to notice a few things in his teaching style.

The Girl I Once Knew by @lunalovegxxd Summary: Malfoy!reader. When you receive the Dark Mark the best you can do to keep those you love safe is to play perfect pureblood daughter, sadly, that includes making Harry hate you so he’ll stay away.

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

One Shots:

Coffee Shop by @lunalovegxxd Summary: Coffee shop AU; Soulmates AU. In which you meet your soulmate in a coffee shop.

Only For You by @iliveiloveiwrite Summary: Ron Weasley is a family guy and a sap.

Draco Malfoy

One Shots:

Sneaking out and Shooting Stars by @stupxfy Summary: Draco wakes you up in the middle of the night to go watch the meteor shower

two sworn enemies Part 2 by @wondernimbus Summary: there is only one thing worse than being hated by draco malfoy; it’s being fancied by him.

A Beautiful Dream by @angelinathebook Summary: You meet up with Draco during the night and discover the boy buried underneath the pain.

Play Dumb by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Ravenclaw!reader. One day visiting your friend Myrtle, you found that she already had company. Learning some things you shouldn’t about Draco Malfoy you become really nervous around him and see yourself in the need to face him.

Carrot Cake by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Soulmate AU. You decide to put your own café after the war and you find yourself with some unexpected clients.

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Fred Weasley

One Shots:

The Smell Of Love by @leahstypewriter Summary: You remain unranked by the Weasley twins catching one of the readhead’s attention.

Act Like a Gryffindor by @hp-imagines-07 Summary: Gryffindor!reader. The 4 times that Fred Weasley made you blush and the one time that it was the other way around…

Nervous by @hufflepuffgirly Summary: Fred’s nervous about meeting your family, but he really has nothing to worry about.

Blue by @hufflepuffgirly Prompts: “You’re so agitated, what’s wrong?” “You know exactly what’s wrong.”; “Come here.”; “Your hair smells nice.”

Surprises by @acciotwinz Summary: All the times Fred never manages to catch Y/N off guard and the one time he does.

George Weasley

One Shots:

Lifelines by @diary-of-an-onliner Summary: Gryffindor!reader. Your happy line responds to George as you flirt incessantly.

Gryffindor bravery by @heloisedaphnebrightmore Summary: Your shy and quite personality never matched the infamous bravery of Gryffindor. However the little bet George initiates might just help you find your inner Gryffindor, the bravery you have been looking for.

5th December by @george-fabian-weasley Summary: You read him a poem as he laid on your chest, loving the sound of your voice.

Ginny Weasley

Neville Longbottom

One Shots:

Childhood crush by @angelinathebook Summary: professor!Neville x professor!reader. You lost contact with your best friend after the war but neither is planning on passing up your chance when you find yourselves back in the castle you grew up in.

Oliver Wood

One Shots:

Little brother by @poppin-potter Summary: Hufflepuff!reader. Your boyfriend comes to meet your family and everything seems to be going swell, except for the fact that your little brother doesn’t seems to like him much.

Charlie Weasley

Bill Weasley

Theodore Nott

One Shots:

Terrible Tuesdays by @gcdric Summary: You get paired up with Theo in potions who defies all your preconceived notions on what a Slytherin is. Needless to say, Theodore Nott was not at all what you were expecting.

Lonely Heart by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: After years of frienship you realize that although you might not be alone you’re lonely. You’re not part of the Golden Trio and they don’t seem to care when you drift away from them. You learn to be by yourself when certain Slytherin enters your life and change it for the better.

They don’t know about us by @willowbleedsonpaper Summary: Hufflepuff!reader. You are open and unapologetic about your relationship, even with its particular critics.

Blaise Zabini

One Shots:

Chess is for chumps by @peeves-a-legend Summary: Chess is all about sophistication and strategy; everything that Blaise prides himself on. Monopoly is about frugality and… also strategy?

Cedric Diggory

One Shots:

Ceasseless Interruptions by @imaginexmeintheuniverse Summary: Five times you almost kissed + when you finally did

4 AM by @random-imagines-blog Summary: You’re a transfer student at Hogwarts, and all of these changes are feeling restless. You develop a late-night hobby, but a handsome Hufflepuff catches on.

Yule Ball from the Sidelines by @imaginexmeintheuniverse Summary: In your attempt to avoid the elephant in the room you tell your best friend to go with someone else to the ball, and he does. Don’t worry, he has saved a dance just for you.

Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them

Newt Scamander

One Shots:

The Dress by @poppin-potter Summary: platonic!reader. You and your best friend, Newt Scamander, try to find the perfect dress for your wedding.

Theseus Scamander

One Shots:

Care For a Treat? by @poppin-potter Summary: Theseus never cared for sweets until his little brother’s best friend walked into his life.

Tina Goldenstein

Jacob Kowalski

Queenie Goldenstein

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th84u · 3 years ago

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title: he looks just like a dream

contents: hufflepuff! seonghwa x slytherin! reader. fluff, angst; hogwarts au, broken soulmate au [warnings: magical inaccuracies, accurate ateez house sorting, mentions of self harm (nails pressing into skin hard), descriptions of blood and death]

summary: 2017, 8th life: hogwarts. this time, it’s seonghwa.

word count: 5.2k

note: this was inspired by eyedress– something about you! also participated in kflixnet’s lights, camera, action event with the angst prompts ‘i love you’ + ‘don’t lie to yourself’.

taglist: @ateezinmymind @dairyminki @atz-diary @jay-scenarios @nameisnotok @skkrtnawrskkrt @wooyoung-a @kflixnet cannot tag: @yuyuyunho

perhaps it was the way his pink hair fell, slightly covering his eyes whenever he blushed.

or the way his eyes lit up as he started to smile while talking about the smallest things that made him happy.

or his laugh that rang in the classroom whenever one of his friends did anything insanely stupid.

either way, you just couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason you fell in love with park seonghwa, even before you found out he was your soulmate.

you remember when you fell in love with him, though.

it was a week before winter break of your sixth year. you and your friends were walking back to the slytherin table after getting food when a group of obnoxious gryffindors bumped into you.

as the tray flew out of your grip, they don’t even try to hide their laughter, watching your food end up all over the floor. in a fit of rage, you reach for your wand, gripping on it tightly. just as one of the unforgivable curses slips past your lips, somebody gently grabs your wrist, pulling you back.

“who the fuck–” you spit your words as if they’re venom vehemently, wondering which soul was brave enough to touch you– let alone, stop you.

turning around, adrenaline still gushing through your veins, you see a hufflepuff prefect. now, you recognised him a little from your past lives, but you didn’t know who he was in the present, but there was something about that pink hair and large doe-eyes of his that made him too attractive for such close proximity.

“it’ll be a shame if you lose your place on the quidditch team over such a petty feud, wouldn’t it?” he asked with the softest smile you had ever seen, slowly loosening his grip on your wrist. “i’m sure years of hard work to prove that you‘re the best beater hogwarts has ever seen shouldn’t be simply tossed aside now, should it?”

lips pressed into a thin line, you lower your wand slowly, but your glare at the gryffindors persisted. turning back to the prefect, you give him an awkward, lopsided smile. “thank you.”

he smiles back, pushing his round glasses up. “it’s no problem. it would be a shame to see talent such as your own wasted on such dimwits,” he winks with a grin before turning to deal with the group of gryffindors.

“y/n?” your friend, yeosang calls out, having gotten another tray of food for you already. thanking them, you quickly catch up, but not before taking one last glance at the scene you’d left behind.

“what– d’ya fall in love with seonghwa?” san said teasingly, nudging your arm as you kept quiet, sitting down without a word. despite your denial and imminent silence, it was the subtle glances back to the hufflepuff table that gave you away.

if your memory served you right, there were two other occurrences that made you fall for the hufflepuff prefect even more.

the first was the night of the party that celebrated slytherin’s win of the quidditch cup. it was exceptionally loud, to say the least.

being the star of the show, you were showered with affection, drunken kisses and a little too much vodka the whole night. maybe knocking harry potter off his broom so draco could grab the snitch wasn’t the best idea.

overwhelmed by the attention, you snuck out of the common room slyly, escaping the eyes of your best friends.

giggling to yourself, you make your escape, up into the astrology tower where you many spent sleepless nights. to your surprise, you find a very familiar hufflepuff already sitting there.

the moon illumined his eyes that shone under the light, the stars reflecting in his pupils. his pink hair looked incredibly soft, swept across his forehead messily, cheeks flushed. it was a change from his daily proper image he portrayed.

he noticed you and smiled softly. “hi. y/n, right?” he asked, and you nod with a surprised look on your face. he chuckles softly. “how could i not recognise the captain of the slytherin quidditch team who just won the cup today?”

you chuckle sheepishly. “well, i’m not used to so much attention, honestly.” seonghwa smiles, patting the spot next to him. “oh, i couldn’t possibly intrude.”

the boy laughs. “your presence is calming, y/n. you’re anything but an intrusion.”

if you thought seonghwa couldn’t get any more charming, you were wrong. the butterflies in your stomach fluttered vigorously at his words as you sat down beside him, slowly inching closer as he stared at the moon.

“do you like the idea of love?”

seonghwa breaks the static silence with his beautiful voice. looking over at him, you see the moon reflecting in his eyes and your heart swoons at the sight.

you hum. “yeah. i do.”

he turns to look at you. “really? i always thought it was a little silly.”

chuckling, you lean against the cold wall. “i beg to differ,” you begin, staring the moon. “most of us crave affection from other human beings— validation, mostly. wanting to be taken care of and loved is not something to be ashamed of, especially after you’ve been the one giving all your love to others.”

he pauses. “but isn’t that selfish? how about the other person? how about their feelings? how could you–”

“seonghwa.”

he stops, looking at you with a sort of fear and apprehension in his eyes. “love is not selfish. loving someone means giving them all your love while they give you theirs. love is selfless and selfish at the same time. you are allowed to be both.”

you see seonghwa tearing up as you pat his shoulder gently. “selflessness is not a weakness, seonghwa, but sometimes, wanting something for ourselves is good– like wanting to be loved,” you whisper as he begins to cry.

hushing the older male gently, he leans into your shoulder to muffle his cries.

maybe it’s the humanity through his imperfections in those few hours that makes you fall in love with him even more, or maybe it’s the way he trusts you enough to cry; you really don’t know. all you do know is that you were madly in love with park seonghwa.

the second was during a late-night patrol, one of your favourite things to do as a prefect, especially since you were assigned near the dorms. if you were tired, you could easily return to your dorm, and no one would suspect a thing.

walking towards the hufflepuff dorm, you yawn, glancing at your watch. 4:37 in the morning. your shift would be over soon. trudging across the wooden platform, you head into the kitchen when you hear a faint sound. it’s faint– almost inaudible, but it’s there. looking around, you pull your wand out. “lumos,” you mutter quietly. “who’s there? it’s way past curfew and you shouldn’t be out of bed,” you say sternly. “show yourself and you may get a more lenient punishment.”

turning around, you finally see someone slowly standing up, and the first thing you take notice of is their pink hair. it’s seonghwa.

he stands up, arms raised as if surrendering, cookie jar in his hands as crumbs fall messily from his mouth.

“i can explain, i swear.”

the last thing seonghwa expects you to do is burst out laughing, but that’s exactly what you did. holding onto the wooden countertop, you clutch your stomach with your other hand, trying to stifle your laughter. “oh my god,” you wheeze out in between your laughter. “i did not expect to find a prefect to be out here, especially you, seonghwa.”

the elder pouts, cherry pink lips shimmering under the light. “hush now, dear one,” he can’t help but smile as you laugh. “care for a chocolate cookie?” he asks, and you thank him, stuffing your hand down the jar.

“so?” you tease, biting your cookie. “explain yourself, mr park.”

he rolls his eyes as you sit atop the kitchen counter, swinging your legs in glee. “well, you see, it’s a very long story.”

you laugh. “i have the whole night.”

he chuckles, handing you a glass of milk before joining you on the counter. “well, long story short– i got hungry.”

glancing at your watch, you gasp dramatically. “gosh, what a long story! that took like, five seconds.”

seonghwa rolls his eyes again as you laugh, holding onto his shoulder. “haha, you’re so funny, y/n,” he mutters sarcastically.

“don’t hate the player, hate the game,” you wink before dipping your cookie into the milk. “but really, seonghwa, what are you doing up so early? late?” you pause, contemplating your choice of words. “whatever– why are you up at four in the morning?”

he grins, leaning onto your shoulder. “just thinking about love and all.”

you grin back. “talk about character development. who’s the lucky person?” nudging the boy, you watch his cheeks flush pink.

he hums. “oh, no one special. how about you?” he asks, and you laugh.

“my person…” you sigh, looking at him. “reminds me of the stars, honestly. he’s magical in all the right ways, a heart so beautiful you couldn’t possibly hate him. he shines in the darkest of moments and smiles upon you when you’re at your worst. we write poetry about him, the personification of tranquillity and natural beauty— even the stars are jealous of how loved he is.”

there’s a moment of silence and it isn’t stagnantly awkward, but peaceful. it’s somewhat comforting, actually.

“wow,” seonghwa’s whisper breaks the silence as he stares at you with wonder in his eyes. “that was beautiful.”

you laugh softly. “thank you, seonghwa. love does the most mysterious things to a person,” you say humbly as he shakes his head, taking your hands into his.

“no, you don’t understand, y/n,” he says with a sort of excitement in his eyes. “your words make poets shake in fear– merlin, you made my heart float, y/n,” he whispers as you freeze at the proximity. seonghwa had leaned in and was now inches away from your face. “the boy you’re in love with is one lucky person.”

you can’t help switching your gaze between the stars in his eyes and his cherry red lips. “huh,” you mutter, trying to avert your gaze as much as possible. “yeah, i guess so.”

seonghwa finally backs off with a sigh, shoulders slumping. “i wish my someone described me the way you did,” he said softly as you sigh, gently pushing his head down to rest on your shoulder.

“hush now, seonghwa,” you whisper, stroking his hair gently as he hummed. there was a discomfort in your chest, a tightness that could not be explained. jealousy was a disease, and you were currently facing multiple symptoms.

pushing the feeling aside, you sigh, looking down at the now sleeping seonghwa, cookie half-eaten in his hand. chuckling softly, you take the cookie out of his grip, gently placing it on the counter.

there was something so mystical about seonghwa. he was everything you’ve ever wanted, but everything you’d never have.

well, maybe this life it would be different. maybe god had toyed with your life enough, and now it was finally time for you to finally be happy. maybe.

with a sigh, you drape your cloak over seonghwa gently, smiling at him fondly. hopefully, the professors wouldn’t mind you staying here for the rest of your shift. they’d understand.

they’d understand.

during your seventh year, the buzz amongst students about finding their respective soulmates was high (to be honest, it was the only thing people were talking about).

you tried to brush it off nonchalantly by chalking the concept of soulmates down to ‘fickle romance wasn’t worth your time’ or that ‘there was no such thing as destiny when it came to love.’

despite all that, there was a small part of you that desperately wished that seonghwa was your soulmate.

of course, you knew that him being your soulmate would’ve been god sent and nearly impossible, but still, you hoped. was it so wrong for a hopeless romantic who had been denied love for seven lives to hope?

it didn’t take long for markings to start appearing on your arm, small doodles with neat handwriting along with your own homework reminders.

“potions chapter 13 test, today?” san muttered out, holding your arm as you sighed at his annoying antics. “merlin, we have a test today?” he exclaimed as both you and yeosang roll your eyes in unison.

“not like snape repeated it like ten times last class,” yeosang muttered under his breath as san cursed, pushing your arm away. “serves you right for falling asleep every ten minutes.”

san pouts, sticking his tongue out at yeosang, grabbing his potions textbook in a rush before flipping through it like a madman. “why don’t you write something to your soulmate?”

you turn to san, imitating yeosang’s eyebrow raise. “should i?” you ask the blonde who hums in approval. “alright, since yeosang says so.”

the stunned look on san’s face is blatantly ignored as you grab a marker and begin to write on your arm. the blue haired slytherin could wait.

'hello.’

you stare at the words on your arm, tilting your head slightly. maybe a small heart next to the words would make you seem more friendly.

'hi :)’

staring back at the writing that forms on your arm, you smile.

‘you have a potion’s test today?’ the person asks as you turn to yeosang.

“they’re not in our year,” you say, pointing at the words as he leans over. “maybe someone older?” there’s a hint of anticipation in your voice. seonghwa was one year older than you.

‘yeah. you’re not a seventh year?’ you scribble quickly, watching as more small doodles appear on your arm.

“they’re an eighth year,” you slowly read out the words as they’re being written on your skin. “and they’re a hufflepuff.”

yeosang and san both turn to look at you, worried looks on their faces. “y/n…”

you sigh, waving your arm dismissively. “i know– i shouldn’t get my hopes up.”

ignoring the two boys, you continue to converse with your soulmate, giggling at the cute drawings they covered your arm with.

“c’mon, lovesick,” yeosang called out your new nickname. “we’re going to be late for potions.”

you roll your eyes, grabbing your bag as san scrambled to memorise the last bit of what was being tested before shoving his thick textbook into his bag.

staring at your arm as you walked, you ignored the bickering between yeosang and san. along with some advanced alchemy notes, there were baking measurements written on your soulmate’s arm which amused you greatly. how adorable.

since you weren’t looking ahead if you, it’s no surprise when you suddenly bump into someone, the books in your hand falling as papers fluttered into the air.

hissing in pain, you frantically begin to grab your homework. “i’m so sorry–” you look up to apologise to the person, only to see seonghwa standing in front of you with a sheepish smile.

your eyes widen, frozen in motion. “oh shit,” you muttered under your breath as you noticed how seonghwa glanced at the words scribbled on your arm. “oh, i- uh, that’s just,” you stuttered, trying to explain why you had doodles and weird words written all over you arm. grabbing your robe sleeve, you try to tug it down, embarrassed, but seonghwa holds your wrist gently, abruptly stopping you.

“y/n.”

looking up at him, heart ramming against your rib cage, you feel like it’s a dream, the way he says your name. his grip is soft, and he’s careful to not hurt you. his gaze slowly travels down to his arm, and you follow it as he pulls his sleeve up. you gasp, eyes widening in shock.

there were the exact same writings all over seonghwa’s arm, mirroring those on your own.

you couldn’t stop the huge grin that makes its way onto your face, cheeks warm, ears flushed. the heaviness on your chest is lifted, a sense of relief and euphoria filling your heart.

seonghwa was your soulmate.

looking up, your smile falters when you see the expression on his face.

he has a forced smile on his face, head tilted at an awkward angle. his eyes once filled with life and the stars were now empty, void of emotion— he looked disappointed. he is disappointed.

oh god. not again.

“sorry,” you mumbled, snatching your books back from him. “goodbye.”

he reaches out to grab your arm, but you pull away harshly, walking towards san and yeosang. “let’s go,” you mutter as the two look at you with expressions mixed with worry and confusion. “forget it. we’re going to be late,” you begin to walk away, tears threatening to spill.

why would this time be any different? seven lives, and yet, you never learn.

wiping your tears away, san grabs your shoulder. “hey, are you okay?” he asks as you shake your head. “what the hell happened back there?”

you shook your head, remaining quiet and san opened his mouth to press on, but yeosang stopped him. “don’t,” he said with a sigh. “not yet.”

san sighed in defeat, nodding. honestly, it did take a genius to realise how you’d been rejected by your own soulmate all seven of your previous lives. yeosang was the genius that figured it out based on all the time you’d spent together, the subtle hints from all the small talk you had through the years. even though he had no recollection of his past lives, yeosang knew he’d hurt you before, but he chose to love you this life in the ways he couldn’t before.

san, too, knew that he had hurt you in a past life, and he also chose to love you in this one, but both boys knew they could never provide the love you needed the most. they just couldn’t.

and so, the day passed by slower than ever. you had sat all the way in the back the entire day, didn’t say a single word to anyone other than san and yeosang, and didn’t even go for dinner.

no matter how many people came to check up on you, all you did was push them away. there was nothing they could do nor say that would heal what already had been broken, even before this life of yours. you should’ve seen it coming.

how foolish.

san and yeosang had come by again before curfew to check on you. they sneak in some food, making sure you’re okay before yeosang reminds you of the nightly patrol you had that night.

“thanks guys,” you mumble, chewing on the sushi san brought you as yeosang stoked your head gently. he didn’t really know how to comfort people, but he tried his best all the time and you appreciated him for that.

“if you don’t mind me asking, y/n…” san hesitated, face filled with uncertainty as you sighed, putting your chopsticks and plate down.

“it’s okay, san. this is long overdue,” you mutter as yeosang draped a blanket around you. “well, i guess i should begin with the fact that i’ve lived through seven lives since 1800. this is my eight,” you say as san and yeosang exchange surprised looks. “in all seven of my lives, i had a soulmate,” you gulp, the heaviness in your chest persisting. “and in all the seven lives i’ve lived this far, all my soulmates have broken our bond.”

yeosang and san freeze, staring at you. they look as if they cannot fathom the information, you’re pouring onto them, and you chuckle. “pathetic, isn’t it? i’m so pathetic.”

san was on the verge of tears. “no! you’re not pathetic, y/n! it’s those people who broke the bonds that are pathetic!” he huffed out as you tilt your head in utter amusement. if only the boy knew. if only both of them knew the truth.

sighing, you stare at your empty plate. “when seonghwa pulled his sleeve up and showed me that his markings, affirming that we were soulmates, i was over the moon,” you confess, nails digging into your arm. “but when i looked up at him,” your voice is on the verge of cracking. “all i could see was pain and disappointment. he looked devastated— pained— that i was his soulmate and that broke me,” you admitted, tears cascading down your cheeks as the two boys could only watch you pour your heart out in pain.

“it was stupid really,” you let out a pathetic laugh. “i was stupid to even think that anything would’ve been different this life.”

yeosang and san are speechless. they are in genuine shock and have no idea how to comfort you. it’s ironic, really. slytherins always have something to say about other people’s stories, but this was the first time they remained quiet.

they leave not long after, hearts conflicted and helpless. plastering a fake smile on your face, you bid them goodbye before going for your midnight patrol around the dorms.

corridors you often see filled with students feel much larger when you’re alone, the only sound accompanying you being the clicking of your own heels. the cold, still air made you shiver.

it feels empty– no, you feel empty, truly. there’s a numbness to the feeling of being left behind to die. it’s as if you’ve grown accustomed to it after all these lives you lived. how does one get used to being unlovable, knowing that they would die at a young age? how could anyone ever do that?

you didn’t know.

sighing, you stare at the long shadows that glided past you. the moon shone brightly tonight, overpowering the light from the stars. you don’t know why you feel sad for the stars.

staring at the floor, you stop when you notice a larger silhouette in the shape of a human in front of you. looking up, you aren’t surprised to see seonghwa in front of you, eyes widen in shock. how ironic.

he reaches out to you, but you swiftly brush past him, ignoring the way he calls your name.

you didn’t want to deal with this today. not now. not anytime soon. never. you never wanted to feel that dreadful, vile feeling again. not this time. not for the eighth time. wasn’t seven times enough? was that not enough?

finally, you had enough of his persistence. turning around, brows furrowed, you sigh.

“please, y/n,” he begs, moving in to hold your hands, but you jerk away, and he flinches. “please let me explain.”

“there’s nothing to explain, seonghwa,” you mumble, gripping your robe so tightly, your nails are digging into your palms. “i know you’re in love with kim hongjoong.”

shaking his head vigorously, seonghwa denies it. “no, it’s not true. i was in love with him, but that was before i knew you were my soulmate,” he whispers, trying to reassure the lie to himself.

his voice is raspy– you take note. it strains and you can tell it hurts him to speak. oh, how he lies so easily. how he lied so easily. he didn’t want to hurt you.

seonghwa takes your hands and you want to break down right there and then. you want to hug him as he strokes your head, hushing you gently while assuring you that everything was okay. you wanted to bathe in his warmth, his comfort— you wanted to stay in his embrace forever. there’s even a small part of you that once to lean in and kiss him, taking in that sweet citrus scent that makes all the pain go away.

but you know you can’t. you can’t live in this lie where he utters the words ‘i love you’ so carelessly, as if they carried no meaning to him. you couldn’t bring yourself to force him to live that lie, nor could you ever bring yourself to live in a state of fragility that was only supported by the simple lie of love.

“i love you.”

seonghwa mutters softly. to others, such a proclamation of love was a dream come true. sugar-coated lips, imitating that of his cotton candied hair– such a promise was craved by many. there’s a hidden bitterness to it, however, the aftertaste masked by the overwhelming sweetness that many seem to overlook.

you didn’t.

chuckling softly, you rub his knuckles softly. they were gentle, soft, and large, a vast contrast to your harsh, calloused ones. looking up into his eyes, once again, you see the stars in them. the only difference is that there is no warmth or love within you; all you feel is coldness, pain, and that distant feeling of being forgotten.

he leans in and your breath hitches. his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips before he finally kisses you.

he kisses you.

you want to melt– you’re ecstatic! a kiss from park seonghwa is the only thing you’ve ever wanted in this life.

but the kiss is disgusting.

the kiss you dreamt of was full of passion, a sweet, sugary delight that made you melt. it was an addiction, a drug you couldn’t get enough of– it was everything you could ever wish for, but this kiss was nothing like that.

it was bitter. the forced emotion of love was ugly and vile. it felt wrong. you wanted nothing more than for it to end because you knew seonghwa never wanted to kiss you. that feeling of disgust was only aimed to yourself.

you gently push seonghwa away, sighing as he choked back a sob, wiping his lips. it hurt so much. it hurt to see him not love you.

“don’t lie to yourself,” you whisper, hand reaching up to cup his cheeks gently, as if he were a porcelain doll, more fragile than your own heart of glass. “don’t live in a lie, seonghwa. you don’t deserve that,” you say, squeezing your eyes shut with a sigh. “i don’t deserve that.”

the look of hurt and guilt on seonghwa’s voice pains even you despite your heart screaming at you to be angry– to loathe, to despise the boy who was supposed to love you, to care for you, to be with you forever– you were supposed to hate park seonghwa, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to hate him.

you feel the tears falling, his soft cheeks painted with diamonds that fell so softly from his eyes. “please,” he sobs, holding you tightly, arms wrapped around you now. “i’m sorry, y/n. i am so, so sorry,” he begs you. “i’m sorry i cannot love you. i’m sorry i have hurt you. i’m so, so, so sorry.”

looking up, you see the ravenclaw prefect in a distance. he gazes at you with hesitance, guilt, and pity. sighing, you close your eyes and allow yourself to sink into seonghwa’s embrace just this once. it’s all you wanted from him.

how pathetic.

with a sigh, you take hold seonghwa’s wrist gently, pulling him away. “forget about me, park seonghwa,” your voice cracks, something you’d been trying to prevent for a while now. you can see how his lips quiver, another wave of tears falling gracefully down his rosy cheeks.

forcing a smile, you look up at him, eyes glistening under the moonlight. “go,” you whisper, leaning in slowly. “hongjoong’s waiting for you.” you press a soft kiss to his temple and for a moment, everything felt right. in a split second, you pull away and let go of his wrist, pushing the boy away harshly before turning around and disappearing into the night.

you can tell he watches you for a while. he wonders if he should run after you, call out your name— love you as he was supposed to, but after eight lives, you knew that humans were selfish.

you knew he turned around and ran to hongjoong instead because deep inside, you could feel your heart breaking.

rushing to the toilet, you slam the door shut and slump against the cold wall. myrtle hovers around you with a frown. “again?” she asks, a sense of pity in her voice as you nod, hand grabbing your chest tightly. “does he know?”

you shake your head. “they never do, myrtle,” tears rush down your cheeks like waterfalls, current crashing swiftly and painfully. “they never know the pain they inflict nor the death they cause,” you whisper, the irony taste of blood filling your mouth.

the sink is now stained a crimson red, blood dripping down the corner of your mouth. staring blankly at the ceiling, feeling your chest tightening more, you know the time has come.

“hey myrtle?” you call out to the ghost who hovers over, a sad smile on her face. “have you ever seen seonghwa before?“

she chuckles. “no, love. do tell me about him.” myrtle encourages you because she sees the way you smile, the way you gleam when you say his name. at least you’d smile when you leave this world.

“he looks…” you begin breathlessly, eyes big with a small smile. “he looks just like a dream, the prettiest boy i’ve ever seen, honestly,” you confess, eyelids getting heavier as the ghost cradles you in her cold embrace. “he’s like a ray of sunlight— warm, comforting and he feels like home, myrtle. he feels like home– my home,” you whisper as she nods with a smile, hushing you gently. “he has this aura that makes everyone love him. he smells like citrus and chocolate, reminds you of a cloudy summer’s day,” you smiled fondly as myrtle furrowed her brows, watching you love someone who never loved you. “he’s like a cup of warm tea on a chilly night, the blooming flowers after a long, freezing winter– he’s a miracle.”

your smile fell slowly, lips quivering. myrtle hushes you, wiping the tears that shine like diamonds away. “why couldn’t he love me?”

myrtle frowns, stroking your hair aside. “i don’t know, y/n. i really don’t.”

you sigh, smiling. “at least i got to love him in this lifetime,” you whisper softly one last time before closing your eyes forever.

the next day, dumbledore announced your departure at breakfast and once the words left his mouth, the whole hall’s attention turned to the hufflepuff prefect who screamed and cried at the news, refusing to believe it was true. no matter what anyone did, nothing would calm him down– not even his boyfriend.

he flipped tables, shattered plates– all to inflict as much pain onto himself as possible. snape and moody had to hold him still tightly as sprout casted a spell on him to cease the destruction and wails. they were torturously painful.

everyone knew you were each other’s soulmates.

when seonghwa woke up at the medical wing, head pounding and cheeks stained with tears, the last thing he expected to find was a note with your handwriting scribbled all over it.

there’s a hesitance in his movement, guilt overwhelming him, but also the reason he picked the paper up before bursting into tears yet again.

thank you for living, seonghwa. i love you, always, forever. even before you were my soulmate, even before you were my everything– i love you.

sincerely,

y/n l/n, your soulmate.

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sublimecatgalaxy · 3 years ago

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✨ Character List ✨

A compilation of all the people I've found comfort in over the years. It's long, but each and every one of them were an escape at one time or another. 🌙 I'm hoping you all can find an escape in them too 🌙

»»———-———————————————Marvel————————————————————-««

-Peter Parker

-Loki Laufeyson

-Bucky Barnes

-Steve Rogers

-Clint Barton

-Sam Wilson

-Pietro Maximoff

-Natasha Romanoff

-Yelena Belova

-Leopold Fitz (Agents of Shield)

-Lincoln Campbell (Agents of Shield)

-Al Mackenzie (Agents of Shield)

-Steven Grant (Moon knight)

-Marc Spector (Moon knight)

»»———-——————————Star Wars Universe———————————————-««

-Kylo Ren

-Mandalorian (Din Djarin)

-Poe Dameron

»»———-——————————————Outerbanks——————————————————-««

-Rafe Cameron (only Au's or non-canon situations)

-JJ Maybank

-Topper Thornton

»»———-————————————Walking Dead—————————————————-««

-Negan Smith

-Daryl Dixon

-Rosita Espinosa

»»———-—Vampire Diaries/Originals/Legacies——————-««

-Kai Parker

-Damon Salvatore

-Stefan Salvatore

-Klaus Mikaelson

-Elijah Mikaelson

-Kol Mikaelson

»»———-———————————————Teen Wolf—————————————————-««

-Stiles Stilinski

-Scott McCall

-Derek Hale

-Cora Hale

-Liam Dunbar

-Theo Raeken

»»———-————————————Criminal Minds———————————————-««

-Derek Morgan

-Spencer Reid

-Luke Alvez

-Aaron Hotchner

»»———-————————————Stranger Things———————————————-««

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

-Eddie Munson

-Jonathan Byers

-001 (purely non-canon lab situations)

»»———-————————American Horror Story———————————-««

-Tate Langdon

»»———-———————————————Euphoria——————————————————-««

-Nate Jacobs

-Fezco

-Elliot

-Faye

-Rue Bennett

-Jules Vaughn

-Cassie Howard

-Lexi Howard

-Maddy Perez

»»—————-—Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts—————————-««

(I do age all characters up to 18. I will not sexualize minors. Feel free to requests specific situations like events in Goblet of Fire for example, just know they're aged up.)

- Harry Potter

- Draco Malfoy

- Hermoine Granger

- Ginny Weasly

- Newt Scamander

- Luna Lovegood

»»————-——The Divergent Trilogy/Series—————————-««

-Four (Tobias)

- Peter

- Christina

- Caleb

»»———-————————————Game Of Thrones———————————————-««

(Requests vague to avoid spoilers, I'm still in the beginning seasons)

-Jon Snow

-Robb Stark

-Bronn

-Daenerys Targaryen

-Gendry Baratheon

-Theon Greyjoy

-Jorah Mormont

»»———-————————————Miscellaneous————————————————-««

-Minho (Maze Runner)

-Newt (Maze Runner)

-Thomas (Maze Runner)

-Gally (Maze Runner)

-Lip Gallagher (Shameless)

-Bellamy Blake (The 100)

-Octavia Blake (The 100)

-John Murphy (The 100)

-Finnick Odair (Hunger Games)

-Peeta Mellark (Hunger Games)

-Johanna Mason (Hunger Games)

-Coriolanus Snow (Hunger Games)

-Joel Miller (The Last of Us)

-Javier Peña (Narcos)

-Thomas Shelby (Peaky Blinders)

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jazz-keeps-the-sadzz-away · 3 years ago

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i saw ur art abt harry and quirrel arguing over the philosophers stone and tom saying he got it when he was released a year earlier, what does that mean. please tell me abt the AU i am SO curious!!

aaaa thank you so much for the question, i Adore you and would die for you in this au draco found the diary inside his fathers office. he's a small ferret so he steals it even though he knows its dangerous, and even knowing that 2x, he loses it some poor child gets the ginny treatment, and because of this, tom takes on a more outside perspective of things, which makes him less hasty and more contemplative so when he's had his child slurpee, he decides to idly watch harry and quickly learns about the philosophers stone tom doesn't really know what to do with it but decides to steal it, because he can tell this was set up by dumbledore and he lives to spite the man tom quickly realizes that things are a lot more heated with the whole voldemort and chosen boy thing then he thought and as he realizes quirrel is about to kill this screaming opossum child he sort of cringes and decides to help harry out a bit purely because hes offended he let himself stoop so low as to be behind someone's head BUT BUT BUT this traps tom, and now he has a suspicious and violent harry on his ass

(have an unfinished drawing of this au's tom 👉👈

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sitp-recs · 3 years ago

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Recs H/D Erised 2021

A few days ago someone suggested doing an Erised roundup and I couldn’t resist spending the whole weekend immersed in it 😂 here are some of my favorites from last edition - I tried to include as many different tropes and tones as possible, but as always my picks reflect my own personal tastes. I strongly recommend checking the full 2021 collection here. Enjoy!!

Fics:

What Country, Friends, Is This? by khalulu (M, 8.4K) 🐍 - 8th year, field trip, snakes, getting together

When Harry and Draco are paired up for a nebulous “capstone project” in 8th year, Draco suggests they use it as an opportunity to take a free Grand Tour of Europe. Harry isn’t interested in being grand, and they soon veer off the beaten path.

Come Up for Air by @shiftylinguini (E, 13k) 🚂 - Veela Draco, heat cycle, forced proximity

In a train station in Northern Europe, while waiting to attend a Quidditch convention as the representative for Finland's top Quidditch team, Draco Malfoy goes into heat. Across the platform, Harry Potter notices. Because of course he bloody does.

Up here (everything is different) by @etalice (T, 14k) 🏔 - isolation, abusive Harry/OMC (past), healing, found family, angst with a happy ending

After the war, Draco left England and made a new life for himself, working as a mountain rescue specialist in the alps and trying to become an entirely different person. He's not happy, not quite, but he's safe and he's stable and it's better than nothing. Then, Harry Potter shows up.

Benevolence and Redemption by @silveredglass (M, 19k) 📂 - case fic, Auror partners, trauma, office romance, lace kink

Draco's the most unlikely Auror recruited to the department in at least three centuries. Ostracised and unwanted, he's been on paperwork duties for the three years since he finished training.

Take These Lies by @pennygalleon (E, 20k) 🦚 - clubbing, secret identity (glamour), UST, voyeurism, coming out

There’s a portrait of his godfather in Draco Malfoy’s potions shop and Harry needs to know why. But that’s not why he keeps coming back.

Fearful Trill by @vukovich (E, 21k) 🛗 - terminal illness, unredeemed Draco, first time, public sex, angst with a happy ending

Harry should have come out and met someone when he was younger. He should have seen a doctor about the pain in his hip while youth was still on his side. Now, he's made his peace with dying young, but maybe not with dying alone.

Beneath the Wave by @moonflower-rose (M, 30k) 🏝 - domesticity, food as metaphor for love, pining Draco, caretaking, bed sharing

Harry is done with a life in the spotlight. No more adventures, no more mortal peril. He wants a quiet life of food and friends, and family. He even manages to have it for a while, until suddenly there are giant rabbits that need ferrying to a mysterious island, and a handsome Draco Malfoy, and Harry's right back in the middle of the action again, despite his best efforts.

The Ghosts of Hogwarts Past by @writcraft (E, 30k) 🏰 - Professors AU, break up make up, mystery, non-linear narrative

Draco has hardly had time to bask in his promotion to Head of Slytherin House when he gets news of Harry Potter’s return to Hogwarts. With his increased workload, the reappearance of the ex he never got over, the ghost that won’t let him sleep, and some curious coded diaries, it’s shaping up to be a hell of a year.

And I looked, and behold-! by @dwell-the-brave (M, 32k) 🧪- case fic, mystery, serial poisoning, falling in love

A Squib is found dead in a London flat and Harry Potter is on the case. But all is not what it seems as more people start to die of unknown causes. What does The Pale Horse have to do with this? And what does Draco Malfoy know?

Euphoria by @thehoneybeet (M, 35k) ❤️‍🔥 - case fic, angst, Unspeakable Draco, fake relationship, substance abuse

On a cold December evening, Draco disappeared from Harry’s life without a trace, and Harry hasn’t seen him since. Six years later, Harry is at his wit’s end with a case involving a string of apparent murder-suicides.

Artworks:

Capture by CelestialCat (G) 📱

Harry gets a Muggle smartphone, mostly to take pictures of Draco when he's not looking.

Cover Me by @sharperthana (T) 📚

Headmistress McGonagall could have put the still-feuding Potter and Malfoy in detention for the entirety of eighth year. Instead, she put them in charge of the newly-created Basic All-Year Tutoring Sessions (B.A.T.S.).

May I sit? by @fantalf (G) 🎄

Harry simply asked, “May I sit?”

Mesmerising and mysterious ancient art by WielkiOgien (M) 🕯

Harry is always so helpful! This time he decides to take upon himself an ambitious task of obtaining a magical item of incredible power!Anything for Draco.

warm enough for two of us by @thelanguidcat (T) 🫖

Okay, so Draco didn’t expect this at all. He doesn’t deserve this, not really. Doesn’t deserve him. But oh he wants to.

#drarry reclist #h/d erised 2021

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snow-in-the-desert · 4 years ago

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Dramione Recommendations

Ok so, 2020 has been A LOT but on a personal note one of the most surprising things to happen was me discovering Dramione fanfiction and becoming unashamedly obsessed with it. I really didn’t see that coming but I’m here now and I’m here to stay.

I think I started reading in the Dramione fandom around mid July last year?? (In all honesty I’ve lost any true sense of time’s progression at this point so I could be well off the mark with that) And I’ve decided to compile a list of all my favourite fics I’ve read so far. Why? I really just want to gush over all the amazing writers I have found through this fandom because y’all deserve it.

Side note: If any of the authors actually sees this post just dm so I can buy you coffee or post you writing supplies or something idk I feel like that’s the least I can do for all your amazing work x

Remain Nameless by @heyjude19-writing

Ok I have to start with RN because this fic is pretty much the sole reason I decided to create an account with A03 or a tumblr or just decided to get involved with this fandom at all.

I headcannon this story hard. But I think even if you aren’t a fan of Dramione you should just read this because it is so unbelievably good and well written and poignant and Draco’s sarcastic personality in this is truly a thing of beauty in this - I relate to his inner monologue’s on a deep personal level.

I could rave about this story any time, any day of the week, just ask me. In fact, maybe I’ll just start a HeyJude19 fan club to fulfill that urge.

There are so many elements that I love but for the sake of brevity, RN is a beautifully told story of Draco and Hermione finding love and healing in a post-war HP setting. Heyjude19 had the very special ability of making me want to simulatenously laugh, cry and swoon with the power of her words. Just stop what you are doing and go read it now if you havent already, ok?

I also really enjoyed reading Bells on a Hill, Beers, Potions and Unwise Notions and A Shift in Focus, if you are looking for smaller fics, definitely give these a go. They are all funny and heartfelt stoires that will make your tippy toes wriggle with glee.

The Rights and Wrongs Series by @lovesbitca8

The Right Thing To Do, All The Wrong Things and The Auction are the holy trinity of Dramione writing. I have christened it thus, so mote it be. And frankly I’m not interested in any other opinion than that one, thank you very much!

After reading this series I don’t think I’ll be able to look back on the orginal HP books without thinking of Hermione’s and Draco’s memories of their time at Hogwarts in these fics as anything other than strictly cannon.

So many things to love about this series but I think one of the major highlights was Hermione and Draco’s use of occlumency. LoveBitca8 created such beautiful visuals with how occlumency works as a magical practice and seeing Draco and Hermione so devoted to eachother to the point of safeguarding their inner most feelings to protect eachother was unbelievably romantic and poetic.

Also the smut is divine ;)

Manacled by @senlinyu

My heart will never be the same after reading this story. Like I actually can’t think about this fic without getting a lump at the back of my throat. I have never felt so emotionally ruined after reading anything, compared to the likes of this fic. Just please, please read it. To badly quote HP, reading Manacled will make you suffer but you’re going to be happy about it.

The flashbacks are a rollercoaster in of themselves but the way Hermione inadvertently refers to them when she is still in a state of memory loss was so heartbreaking to read. My heart still aches for them both. Also its a truly satisfying to see Draco and Hermione written in a way were they are both so fiercly protective of one another. They make my insides go soft.

I also really enjoyed Snow Fall, Now Is A Gift and All You Want by the author but to be honest anything written by Senlinyu is always thoroughly enjoyable and worth a look.

The Erised Effect by @adaprix

Ada is QUEEN of dramione smut but ‘The Erised Effect’ is top tier. Its equal parts funny, romantic, sentimental and oh so sexy. Ada really knows how to build and build on sexual tension and doesn’t disappoint on the final delivery. I’m a big admirer of her writing style and just veraciously read whatever she posts but ‘The Erised Effect’ is just golden. A must read. (Also Pansy’s sexual fantasy in this story is a visual I don’t think I’ll ever be able to remove from my brain so thanks for that Ada)

Also quick side note: Adaprix’ stories were the first I read when I was looking into this fandom and it was enough to get me hooked on the pairing from the get go so I have that to thank Ada for too. I remember devouring all the stories she had posted to A03 and when I was done I was like... now what am I supposed to do with my life?? And that’s basically when I began to look deeper into the fandom and thus the course of my life in 2020 changed for the better.

Some other stories I love by her are Break for Me, All My Sins, The Big 4-0, The Fucklust Series and The Flat in Bath.

Clean by @olivieblake

This 6th Year AU where Draco and Hermione work together on a class assignment and end up falling in love had me feeling all kinds of ways when I read it. I almost don’t know where to start but I think one of the stand out things for me was how immersed I felt in reading it.

Hogwarts is captured really well, you get a good sense of class atmospheres, character nuances and behind the scenes of events that happen in HBP but from a Draco and Hermione’s perspectives. It’s well executed and intricate tapestry of a fic. With an excellent plot twist ending!

Also Hermione and Draco’s relationship in this is equal parts fluffy and smutty and it just ticks all the right boxes that you want to see for those characters ;)

Breath Mints / Battle Scars by @onyx-and-elm

The angst in this one is just *chef’s kiss*

God I love this fic. The way Draco is portrayed is very true to his defensive and tetchy character in the original books but he is also given so much more depth. The way his diary entries are written are just so well executed. It’s a true testament to the author’s creative writing skill. And I LOVE how even though Draco is clearly in such a messed up place, he still has a basic level of self respect and dignity that he won’t tolerate being used or undervalued in his relationship with Hermione.

Yep, I really love Draco’s characterisation in this one if you can’t tell. But Hermione is also well written too. Her stuggles and trauma of returning to Hogwarts after war is described in a believable and grounded way. And my heart definitely ached for them both. I just wanted to wrap the pair of them in a big fuzzy blanket and tell them that everything will be alright.

WANDS OUT! by @persephonestone

This murder mystery / Dramione / Theo x Harry / AU crossover is everything I didn’t know I wanted until I read it. I felt like I was picked up and plonked right into an alternative dimension where all the characters of HP are just living it up in an Agatha Christie novel.

It’s a funny and clever story that I found refreshing to read amongst all the other fanfics that are usually cemented in the HP timeline or universe. Theodore Nott in this fic is perfection he should be written like this in every fic from now on in my opinion. I couldn’t stop giggling any time he had a scene in the story.

And the ‘only one bed’ trope in this fic is 10/10. I don’t want to give spoilers but ohmygod. It hits all the right notes.

The One With Technical Difficulties by cassielassie

Cassielassie has an excellent three part series of Dramone called ‘The One with...” but I have to give special credit to this story in particular for one main reason. ELEVATOR TROPES. I can’t get enough of em. I think I have my early childhood viewings of NCIS to thank for my obsession with elevator tropes they just do something to me that simply cannot be explained with mere words. The palpable sexual tension of being in a broken down elevator with an ‘enemies to lovers’ pairing, a heated arguement breaks out followed by a discovery of mutual feelings and a romantic embrace...

Eugh. It gets me everytime. And this fic is no exception. I loved it for all the reasons I’ve already stated above but also for the attention to detail in Draco and Hermione’s careers makes this one particularly immersive. The dynamics between them established in this one-shot are convincingly portrayed and the chemistry between them is so undeniably hot.

The Light is No Mystery by @masterofinfinities

Yooo if you want to read a dramione fic that is a deep dive into Pureblood culture and Post-War recovery but is also a perfect allegory for discrimination and today’s political landscape of moral grandstanding for votes then look no further than this one.

This story has a bit of everything. Intrigue, mystery, ptsd and recovery, enemies to lovers / secret relationship, government conspiracy and humour, to name a few. I eargerly await every update to this story and am anxious to know how it ends!

The Eagle’s Nest by HeartOfAspen

Finally! A fic that gives me the Ravenclaw representation I crave. I think I could recommend this fic on the lore depicted of Ravenclaw house alone. ‘The Stacks’ and Rowena Ravenclaw’s own ‘come and go room’ are just such cool details that I could see being real in the HP universe.

This fic is so cosy and makes me feel like I’m just popping back into Hogwarts for another year. You get to see all the usuals like prof. Mcgongall, Nearly headless Nick, PEEVES, Hagrid, as well as learn more about minor characters from the other school houses. The story follows Hermione going to her day to day classes and there are interesting concepts about magic and alchemy that are explored.

Draco and Hermione’s relationship in this one is of course very fluffy and heartfelt. But it’s the attention to detail that really makes this fic outstanding and the experience of reading it feels fleshed out and true to HP universe.

A shorter fic by HeartofAspen that I recommend is one called Set in Stone, it has an adventurous, Indianna Jones vibe to it, that I am so down for.

Teachable Moments by @purplesugarquills

In this fic Hermione is an innocent little virgin determined to learn everything about sex. And Draco Malfoy is her tutor. If that isn’t enough to get you on board then I don’t know what is. Both Heartfelt and Steamy. PurpleSugarQuills writes smut so well but it’s the progression of their growing attachment and the nervous treading of new uncharted waters of romantic relationships for both of them that just adds a whole other level of feels to the story. Also chapter 9 is like reading poetry - its so good. Eugh just give it a read if you haven’t already.

Les Pèlerins by @pacific-rimbaud

This story is high art. It’s transcendent. Reading this story feels like the emotional equivalent of standing around a hundred glowing fairy lights, sipping hot cocoa and being wrapped in the loving embrace of a s/o. I can’t speak my praises highly enough or even become passably coherent in my words when I try to articulate a review.

From the very first paragraph I felt like I was just whisked away on a Parisian holiday and I’ve never even bloody been to Paris but damn it if this story didn’t make me feel like I was there. The writing style is just so tactile and intense it’s like I could feel the cold winter air brush against me as I read it. Eugh I just completely fell in love with the story and the writer.

New Year’s resolution. Read everything PacificRimbaud has ever posted online.

#This post is the online equivalent of me thrusting a pile of books into your hands and poking at you until you every single one #A behaviour I may or may not already be prone to #dramione #fanfiction #fanfic recommendations #I think I may have missed a few but I think I'll try to make a habit of gushing over new writers as I find them #Doing this just satisfies a deep inner urge in me to just compliment the everloving shit out of writers #who made my life a little more bearable with their words

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imaginationxfound · 11 months ago

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Draco continues to write in the diary, night after night. He pours out his thoughts, fears, and frustrations. The inked pages become a receptacle for Draco’s innermost secrets, providing a strange comfort in their silent understanding.

He gets it now. It’s not about recording thoughts, or even believing them. It’s about getting them out of one’s head, if only for a fleeting moment.

Dear Diary,

I don’t know why I’m still writing to you. It’s like I can’t stop. Maybe because you're the only one who listens without judgment. I’ve never had someone to talk to like this.

Draco reflects on the oddity of his situation. He never expected to form a connection with an inanimate object, yet here he is, confiding in a diary with disappearing writing. He doesn’t know why his father had this, but it seems harmless. And it’s helping him deal with his grandfather, to have something to express his distress to. And his guilt over being distressed.

I’ve been thinking a lot about who I am. About the expectations placed on me. My family expects me to be this perfect pureblood heir, but I feel like I'm suffocating. I’m never going to be good enough. It’s like it doesn’t matter that they bent their expectiations for me when I was little.

I’m never going to escape Charon. The girl I was supposed to be. Father only went along with my insistence when I was little because he wanted a male heir, and Mum couldn’t safely have another baby.

Grandfather has never been happy about it. That’s why he’s so harsh. He doesn’t think I’m capable of being a good male heir. He’s doing everything in his power to make me what I need to be. My upset is just evidence of my failure.

I need to do better.

He lifts his quill, watching as the words fade out again, as they’ve done every time. He needs those words to disappear before he starts to cry. Regardless of anything else, he’s a Malfoy, and he can’t be so pathetic and weak. A Malfoy is dignified.

Tension slips from his shoulders as the words disappear.

And then new ones appear.

Hello, Draco.

Draco’s mind is reeling as he stares at the two words on the page. The diary can write back? The whole time, it’s been able to write back?!

I am Tom Riddle.

Dear Tom,

I didn’t think you could write back. I’ve never seen magic like this! Why are you in this diary? Who are you?

His questions spill out impulsively, the ink absorbing into the pages before Tom Riddle’s response materializes.

I must admit, your entries have been quite captivating. I've enjoyed hearing your thoughts and feelings. As for who I am, I told you, I am Tom. Or at least, the memory of Tom. I chose to record my thoughts in a much more permanent way than ink, should anyone have tried to hide my writing.

Draco blinks, but doesn’t immediately write a response as Tom’s message fades out. It’s shortly followed by a new message though.

I know of your family, Draco. A good, old Pureblood Family, the Malfoys. I actually know a Malfoy personally. Abraxis; just two years younger than I. I like him a great deal.

Draco throws the diary across the room, where it its the wall, then falls to the floor, and he has to take several moments to collect himself before he retrives it. Reopening the page, there’s a message waiting.

Did I startle you, Draco?

Startling Draco was very much an understatement. He didn’t expect the diary to spit his Grandfather’s name back at him, especially when he hadn’t shared that at all, having only referred to the man as Grandfather in writing.

Retriving his quill, Draco puts it to paper, holding it there for a long moment before actually writing.

Abraxis Malfoy is my Grandfather, but I found your diary in my Father’s office.

The words fade away, but it’s only a moment before Tom responds.

Ah, then you definitely come from good stock. I am curious as to your mother’s side as well, though. I've been dormant for quite some time, waiting for someone like you to come along.

Draco's eyes narrow as he reads Tom’s words. What does Tom Riddle want with him? Why has the diary chosen him? The weight of the connection to his family's past feels like a burden.

My mother was a Black, he jots quickly, followed by, Why me? Why now?

He stares at the question on the page, waiting for Tom's response, the silence of his dimly lit room amplifying the anticipation.

I was waiting for someone worthy of and in need of my help, of course. But do keep this just between us. It would be better if your father and grandfather just saw you improving without knowing you were being helped, would it not?

This diary might be exactly what Draco needs. How could he say no to Tom’s offer?

#Draco found the diary AU #my writing #harry potter fanfiction #<- note: fuck JRK #terfs not welcome #trans draco malfoy #story: Heir

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cafeacademia · 4 years ago

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Guardian | Chapter One

Draco Malfoy x Muggleborn!Reader Soulmate AU

Chapter Summary: As you navigate your fifth year at Hogwarts, you reflect on the things that have led you this far and you begin to wonder if your complicated friendship with Draco holds more meaning than you originally anticipated.

Warnings: A little bit of angst, some friendly teasing, mentions of Umbridge’s punishments, description of harm to a student, comfort, fluff.

Word count: Approx 4000 (oopsies)

Masterlist

A/N: Hi loves, here’s the first full part of the series! Please check out the Prologue if you’re new to the series, it gives some general setting up for the story and explains how this soulmate AU works. Enjoy! 💖

Flashbacks are separated using *** and use of the soulmate book is highlighted in italics

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(Gif is my own)

Sitting in the library, Neville was not far from the desk you were sat at as he scoured the shelves for a copy of a book about rare magical properties in plants while you were trying to work on your final Potions essay for the term. “This feels impossible.” You yawned, slouching over your four parchment rolls of completed essay. All you really had to do now was make a conclusion, but your brain was wandering after a few hours of working on your homework and it just wasn’t happening. “That’s incredible.” Neville whispered to himself and you couldn’t help but breathe out a short laugh, looking over your shoulder to see that he was fully engrossed in the book he had pulled off the shelf.

Putting your quill down, you looked down at your hand, eyes trailing over the little bandage wrap you wore over the mark left from the detention you had served the previous evening with Umbridge. It was still sore and it felt very tender, but you tried your best to keep it hidden under the bandage and the sleeve of your school jumper. Slowly, your mind wandered towards what Draco might be up to. You hadn’t spoken to him in months since you had started in your fifth year and you’d had less of desire to do so now that he was in the Inquisitorial Squad. And your thoughts paced back to your fourth year when you had started to share a bit of a friendship with him.

***

“You’re fraternizing with the enemy, you are.” Ron scoffed. “I am not.” You frowned at him. “Oi, shove off would you? I know you don’t like the little git, but he seems to like our girl, isn’t that right George?” Fred asked, looking over your head to his twin who was standing on the other side of you. “That’s right Fred, maybe he’s got a crush on you.” He chuckled, nudging you in the side. “Ah, young love.” Fred sighed, garnering a multitude of reactions between Ron sounding utterly disgusted to Ginny’s amused laughter. “Draco is just being friendly.” You rolled your eyes. “Oh Draco is it now? Not Malfoy anymore eh?” Fred teased.

“He’s such a git, Malfoy’s not worth your time anyway, he’s probably just using you or something.” Ron argued and for once, Hermione gave Ron an agreeing nod. “Besides, since when is Malfoy nice to anyone?” Hermione asked, Fred and George giving each other a look, they were a little more accepting than the others, but with the question raised even the twins wondered if there wasn’t another motivation there.

Sighing, you leaned back against the wall of the quad and glanced over at Neville, who had just been quietly listening to the conversation without saying a word, but the look on his face told you that he felt the same as the rest of your friends. The problem was, while you really, truly valued their opinion and you understood that they were trying to look out for you, albeit with a little tough love on Ron’s end, you knew there was something there between you and Draco but you just couldn’t seem to find the words to describe it.

Was it friendship? Was it some kind of connection deeper than that? Whatever it was, Draco seemed to become a different person around you. He was more genuine, more open, more himself and oddly, you were starting to feel like he really valued your attention and your opinion.

“You shouldn’t be giving him the satisfaction.” Ron went on, Harry now wandering over to join the group and you heaved out a sigh because you knew as soon as he joined in, the two of them would be going on about how much of ‘bloody git’ Draco was. “Give who the satisfaction?” Harry asked. “Malfoy.” Ron replied in a disgruntled tone. “Fine,” You gritted out. “Then I won’t give either of you the satisfaction, Ronald.” You suddenly burst out, everyone looking at you as if you had grown a second head from your sudden outburst. “What’s that ‘sposed to mean?” He asked, a little bewildered.

But as the days passed, your friends started to realise what you had meant by that statement. Your little chats with Draco seemed to have halted entirely, and you didn’t speak a word about your budding friendship with the Slytherin. It was as if you had completely forgotten it had ever happened and your friends were starting to wonder if you were sneaking off to talk to him without any prying eyes, but of course there was no way they could prove it.

You valued their concern, you appreciated it in fact, but stupid or not you couldn’t deny that you felt a pull towards Draco. So you removed all indication that there was any interaction with Draco at all and it became quickly apparent to you, that maybe it was safer to just have a friendship with Draco in secret, especially as you weren’t too fond of the attention that being around the Slytherin Prince brought you.

You couldn’t deny, the secret meetings with Draco felt a little wrong, purely because you knew you’d get an absolute earful from Ron if he ever found out. But you still loved spending time with Draco, because out of everyone you had ever spent time with, Draco seemed to really value your company, be it quiet or more talkative. He seemed to understand when there were days that you just didn’t want to say a lot or you were more shy than usual and he understood that it was okay to enjoy silent company, but he also enjoyed it when you had energetic days and you wanted to chat about whatever came to mind.

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“Are you listening?” Neville asked, leaning over your chair. “Hm?” You suddenly looked up at him, a little bit startled from being pulled away from your thoughts. “If we don’t hurry up, we’re going to be late for Defence Against the Dark Arts.” Neville warned and you pulled a face of worry before you hurried to pack away your things.

“Thank Merlin.” Neville mumbled as you both practically ran up the stairs to your classroom, seeing that there was a line of students waiting outside of the room, telling you that either you were just on time or Umbridge was late, though you thought the latter to be unlikely when she liked to go on about punctuality so often.

As you joined the line, Draco Malfoy made his way up the stairs, stopping when he reached you and pushed his way into the queue, though he was careful not to push you. And while Neville was busy catching up with Susan Bones who was standing on the other side of him, Draco leaned in and whispered to you.

“Meet me after class?” He asked. “Promise no funny business, just you and me.” He murmured and you tentatively glanced up at him. “This isn’t about you know what, is it?” You asked quietly. Draco knew what you were referring to. He knew you would be worried that he might try and pry some information out of you about the DA. Checking from side to side with a quick look, he held up his hand in front of you and pointed his ring finger at you. “I promise, it’s just like our old chats.” He whispered, glancing down to see you smiling, realising he was attempting a pinky promise. “Alright, but you’re using the wrong finger.” You had to refrain from giggling and instead, you shyly hid your smile as best as you could. Hesitantly you raised your hand, almost too shy to even touch him, but you pulled his little finger free and linked it with your own. “Sorry, I always forget which finger it is, muggle promises are strange.” Draco mumbled.

It wasn’t long before Umbridge finally poked her head out of the classroom and invited everyone in.

Draco sighed as he slouched down in his chair with his arms crossed in the drier than normal Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Umbridge was particularly boring to listen to as she droned on about a test you’d all be taking soon.

Instead, his focus was trained on the notebook that peeked out of the top of his bag that sat under his desk. He wished he could pick the book up and leaf through the pages, idly reading your handwriting, take in your thoughts and feelings and remind himself of days before now. Sometimes Draco wished that he could outright approach you and tell you that it was him, that he was your soulmate, but really that would be quite a bad move.

Draco wasn’t even sure if he’d be able to actually tell you, perhaps there was something that would prevent him from doing so or some sort of consequence and he was especially wary of this since his fourth year at Hogwarts when Pansy Parkinson had involved herself.

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“What is that tatty old thing anyway? And why do you always brandish it about like a... a trophy or something?” She had asked with a judgemental edge to her tone, stealing it right out of Draco’s lap. The boy had nearly thrown himself across the common room at her as she hurried off with it. “I bet it’s a diary.” She giggled to herself. “Yeah, or he keeps secrets in there.” Crabbe added as he joined her. “That’s what a diary is, you dolt.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” Draco stormed towards the pair of them, his heart racing with fear as he watched Pansy teasingly open the cover of the book. However, much to Pansy’s surprise and even more so to Draco’s, there wasn’t a single word, not a single drop of ink, no markings, nothing. The book was completely empty. “You really carry around an empty book?” Pansy questioned, sceptical with her upper lip curled in disappointment. “What did you expect, my heartfelt feelings?” Draco scoffed, his tone cold and sarcastic as he snatched the book back from her, trying not to appear too hurt that his book had been handled roughly. “I’m to keep it safe. Father sent it to me.” Draco lied through his teeth, but thankfully, his lies were hard to detect, even for someone who knew Draco’s tactics to uphold his image and Pansy just pulled an expression that told him that she thought it was weird.

***

But now, as he sat in class, Draco could still see the small dent in the leather cover that Pansy had caused when she’d roughly stolen it from his grasp. He was still angry about it even a year later, perhaps it was irrational to be so annoyed about damage to a book, but this was special and he remembered how very upset he had felt that someone other than him had held the book. It was precious, vulnerable and he treasured it.

But it wasn’t just the book that he treasured. No, what he considered to be more important, more precious and something truly wonderful in every aspect was you. Which was why he had started to slowly distance himself from you. But as Draco looked up to see you sitting a few rows ahead of him in the middle of the classroom, the thing that reminded him of why he wanted to see you peeked out from under your jumper sleeve. Your hand was bandaged and Draco was quite angry with himself, because the night before when you had unknowingly written to him in your book and told him that a teacher had hurt you during detention, Draco had immediately known what it meant and he was livid.

“Attention, mister Malfoy.” Umbridge practically shrieked across the classroom, slamming her hand down onto the front desk, disturbing the Friday afternoon gloom and making everyone in the room jump at her sudden raised voice before she gave him a forced smile. Draco lazily sat up in his seat, eyes flitting to you every time Umbridge turned away to write or point at something on the blackboard as his mind wandered throughout the rest of the lesson.

When the class finally came to an end and Professor Umbridge excused you all to enjoy the rest of your Friday evening, Draco left the classroom and leaned against the wall outside until the very last person left the room.

Draco gave you a subtle smile before he very quickly peeked around the doorframe to see that Umbridge was climbing the stairs to her office before he turned to look at you and give you a proper smile. “I’m so sorry it’s been months, it’s bloody difficult with her around, it’s like she’s everywhere.” Draco sighed, rolling his eyes as he pushed away from the wall and shoved his hands into his pockets. “I understand, everyone is on high alert at the moment.” You replied in a quiet tone, almost too afraid to speak up as Draco began to walk you down the stairs, having avoided the eyes of all of your classmates and hopefully any spying caretakers too.

You were anxious to be spending time with Draco after all of this time. Especially as now he was part of the Inquisitorial Squad and part of you was afraid that your friends had been right last year. What if he did try to use you? But Draco had not yet betrayed your trust and you firmly believed in giving him the benefit of the doubt, you just hoped you weren’t doing it at your own expense.

“Come, we can talk in here.” Draco stepped into a hidden little alcove that was behind a statue at the side of the staircase. It was unlikely anyone would stop long enough to be able to hear you both talking and no one could see you hidden around the corner either.

“Was she hard on you yesterday?” Draco whispered his eyes softening as he watched you give him a little nod. “Yeah, a little.” You replied. “How did you know?” You queried, shyly looking up at him. “Pansy told me she caught you and Neville yesterday.” He explained and you just gave him a little nod. It wasn’t an outright lie, Pansy had told him she’d caught some students, but she never said who, it was only until you confided in your soulmate that it had happened that he knew you must have been in the group that Parkinson had caught. He watched as you slowly lifted your hand and pulled up your jumper sleeve to show him the bandage.

“Can I see?” Draco asked softly, gently taking your hand into both of his, holding you so softly like he was afraid he could hurt you with just his tender touch. You nodded, Draco leaning down to catch the way your eyes seemed to be filled with shame and you glanced at him, only for a second with a watery gaze.

Slowly and as carefully as he could, Draco unwrapped your bandage, reading the words that had been carved into your hand. “Oh love, I’m sorry, I should have been there to stop it from happening.” Draco sounded like he was scolding himself as he apologised, the emotions reaching his eyes as they swam deep in worry.

“It’s alright, I knew I’d end up in detention with her eventually.” You sighed, watching as Draco gently held your hand in his. He couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make his stomach turn horribly. It sickened him to no end and part of the reason he had joined the Inquisitorial Squad in the first place was with the hopes that he might be able to protect you better from that position. Not that he would let on to that, though.

“Does it hurt still?” He asked. “It still stings a bit and it’s sore.” You told him, your eyes saddened as you looked down at the writing you had tried so hard to conceal all day, not just because you were ashamed of what Umbridge had done, but because you simply could not bear to look at it. Would it always be there? You wondered if it would serve as a constant reminder and you hoped that with time that it would fade, but you couldn’t help the worry that sat deep in your stomach that the mark would remain long after healing and you hoped at the very least, that it would not make your stomach turn every time you looked at it.

“I’m so sorry.” Draco sighed, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, his eyes looking up to meet yours as you let a shy, watery smile take over. You hoped not to cry, but Umbridge and her punishment was still very fresh in your mind and you felt a horrible chill roll through you whenever you thought of it. Merlin only knew how you had managed to make it through your lesson with her without it affecting you terribly.

“I’m so sorry I haven’t been here, but I’m here now.” Draco whispered it so quietly as he pulled you against his side. He hated that he couldn’t promise it wouldn’t happen again. Draco hated that he couldn’t stop Umbridge from hurting you and part of him hated himself for how weak he was for you. Did you find it strange that he was so apologetic? That he was almost loving towards you? But the worry seemed to slip from his mind when he felt you lean against him. It was moments like this that made Draco question himself. He questioned if he should continue to create distance between you, or if keeping you close was easier to keep you safe. And he questioned things like if he should find a way to help you realise that he was your soulmate like he had worked out two years ago. But he was afraid. Draco was starting to feel like that was beginning to be all too common for him to feel these days as things became more intense. The pressure from his father to do increasingly worse things that simply did not align with Draco’s morals was enough to twist his mind and now with working under Umbridge, he hoped it did not skew his true alignment and morality. It was this that he was fighting so hard to keep, because it was the one thing he could control when everyone else was insistent on pushing him into the directions they wanted him to go in.

What you didn’t know though, was that your friendship, his connection with you was more than just that to Draco. When he was around you, he didn’t feel like he had to cling on to who he was and put a mask on. He could just be himself and it relieved some of the tension and the fear.

But the question begged itself again. Am I too close to her?

“You know, Draco.” You broke the silence, the Slytherin humming in response, prompting you to continue. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve known you for years.” You told him. And while it was somewhat true, you had known him since you both had started Hogwarts, you never really knew him until recently. Without even knowing what lay deeper in your connection to Draco, you could feel something there, you felt drawn to him.

That’s because you have, he thought. “I know what you mean. I’ve felt the same too.” Draco replied with a soft smile, only he really did know what you meant, more than you did and he wished he could tell you.

“We should go.” Draco spoke, almost in a regretful tone as he carefully and gently bandaged your hand back up. He hated that he had so little time with you, but he was thankful at least, that you were not against spending time with him. Stepping forwards, Draco checked the stairwell. “There’s no one around.” He reassured you. “See you soon.” Draco smiled sweetly at you. “I hope so.” You nodded, mirroring his smile before you stepped out of the alcove and made your way down the stairs quickly, Draco waiting several minutes before leaving, just in case.

The end of term was on it’s final stretch with one last exam to sit the following Monday for Defence Against the Dark Arts. But as the weekend came, you decided to spend at least some of it with the person you’d not been able to see nearly all year.

“Can I ask you something?” You broke the silence, Draco glancing over at you from his spot on the grass. You were both sat down by the lake, hidden by a bit of overgrown foliage and rocks. It was a part near the shore of the lake that not many people went to and it was perfect for spending a private moment with someone. “What is it?” He asked as he reached up to push his hair to the side.

“You’ll think it’s ridiculous.” You sighed, fiddling with the book that sat closed in your lap. “Nothing you say is ever ridiculous.” Draco said, looking over at you with a sweet smile and you felt yourself warm at his words. “Well in that case,” You paused, looking out over the horizon of the lake. “Do you believe in soulmates?” You posed the question as if you were terrified he’d tell you it was utter rubbish, but when you heard him give you a little hum as he thought about it, Draco leaned over a little, resting his hand on your arm to get your attention.

Meeting his gaze, his blue eyes softened when he saw how nervous you looked and he wondered if someone had told you that it was all an old wives tale.

You seemed to become more shy under his touch and Draco smiled to himself, feeling that it was sweet that you seemed to get so flustered whenever he touched you, even though it had very rarely happened.

“I do, I believe in soulmates.” He reassured you. Draco wanted, with every fibre of his being to show you his book, to tell you everything. But he didn’t. “Did someone tell you it was...” He trailed off. “Stupid? Yeah.” You huffed out. “Do you think there’s someone out there for us?” You asked, relaxing a little as Draco leaned down to gently grip your hand.

“I know there is.” Draco smiled softly.

Sometimes I wonder if I already know you, you wrote. Perhaps we do know each other, but we won’t know until we reach the end of this book, he wrote only moments later. The trundle of the train rolling over the tracks began to lull you into a sleepy state as you sat in a mostly empty carriage on the Hogwarts Express. It was the end of term and while too much had really happened for you to fully compartmentalize and process it all yet, you took solace in knowing that you could figuratively lean on your soulmate for comfort.

You told him everything you felt, almost like a journal and in turn he did the same. He detailed his thoughts, his feelings and he came to you when his day had been too much, but neither of you were too specific. You wished you knew who he was so that you could give him physical comfort, so you could both lean on each other and you wished for this even more so now that you started to wonder if you already knew him.

I promise I’ll write to you as often as I can. You scribbled it down into the book. But there came no answer. And days after you had arrived in London and returned home for the holidays, there was still no response.

If only Draco could tell you what had happened. If only he could write to you and explain it all from beginning to end. But he had no idea if he could, because his only way of communicating with you was no longer in his possession.

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drarrymybeloved · 4 years ago

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for the romance

i’ve been toying with the idea of sharing a few fics i've read for easy access to my faves + author appreciation, and i finally decided to just get off my ass and do it!

this is, in no way, a comprehensive list (it is also very subjective-not a rec list although you're welcome to use it as one!) & i’m sure i’ll be making a part 2 to this at some point in the future. also, these are my interpretations of the fics, so maybe for u it's not the romance that pops out in these & that's okay!

as the title suggests, these are fics i read for the romance <3

1. Turn by Saras_Girl

you knew this would make it onto the list. of course it would. i think we’ve all wondered at some point or the other what would happen if we had done that one thing differently & Saras_Girl explores this concept of actions and their consequences so intricately, i could lose myself in it (and i have. multiple times) the characterisations too are original yet spot on- blaise was such an ebullient surprise! i thought about putting it on my 'for the plot' list too for sheer length + fleshed out plot, but at the end of the day, i come back to this when i want to read a soft familiar romance

2. The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by @cibeewastaken

read this fairly recently and what a treat!! two idiots pining after each other, a relationship-but-not-really, super earnest draco & a harry that is so completely gone on draco- what more could you want?

3. Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy’s Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by dustmouth, nerakrose

a soft & sweet fic i’ve revisited so many times. featuring harry working in an archive & draco researching death (ways people have died not the actual concept, it’ll make sense i swear) in said archive. i loved the exploration of draco’s anxiety & the way he deals with it & harry understanding his asexuality. also really appreciated the underlying emphasis on communication & consent between partners.

4. The Kisses Don’t Count, If No One Else Knows by oldenuf2b

friends with benefits to fake lovers to actual lovers?? delicious smut streaked through with aching tenderness?? sign me tf up. featuring quidditch player draco, minister for magic harry, under secretary hermione & (scarily competent) head auror ron. this fic gave me everything i could ask for & then some more. 42k has never felt shorter.

5. Right Hand Red by @lqtraintracks

a classic drarry fic, this was one of the first i read and i was immediately enamoured. the slow build up of tension between draco & harry eventually reaching a fever pitch- not quite a slow burn but the effect is the same- keeps you on the edge of your seat, just waiting for the collision you know is coming. the balance of fluff & angst is ideal, with the angst leaving you yearning for the sweet ending more than aching through the angsty bits, if that makes sense.

6. A Song, Incomplete by RurouniHime

this is a fic with layers to it- it features middle aged draco & harry and is essentially placed in present time. it’s left to the reader to pick up on the information given by the author & piece together the backstory of the characters post-war, something i thoroughly enjoyed. the relationship between draco & harry before the events of this fic is hinted at so you know the basic outline of what happened but it’s not so thoroughly fleshed out that there’s no room for subjectivity (again, something i love). the characterisations are so rich, albus especially was so interesting to me, both as a character & the nature of the relationship he shared with his father. the balance between plot and romance is fairly even, but the slow build is just so intense & rife with emotions, it really feels as if the plot is background for draco & harry’s relationship. this is an achingly sweet fic as opposed to a feel-good fic, but definitely one i've revisited many times.

7. Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good To You) by AWickedMemory (TeddyLaCroix)

such a sweet 8th year fic with harry determined to make friends with a subdued draco & then falling for him along the way. i love how well both boys know each others tells & draco’s reluctant acceptance of harry’s attempts at friendship is so endearing. special mention to an apparently oblivious hermione who was (in true hermione fashion) not oblivious for a second & was in fact the reason harry confessed his feelings for draco. definitely a fic that’ll make you smile!

8. if you've changed your mind by warmfoothills

mamma mia au!! need i say more? though i suppose it's not so much an au as it is draco just going full donna-from-mamma-mia post-war. complete with an island, a son, and an embarrassing diary found by said son.

9. Way Down We Go by @xiaq

(this is going to go on my 'for the plot' fic list too because Reasons) this has all of my favourite tropes oh my god. i love xiaq's take on werewolf!harry; it's so refreshing to see were!harry that isn't like, a big dramatic thing. less beast of the night, more cuddly silly large dog. on that note, draco figuring out that harry is a werewolf in like, 1 second, is so spot on lmaoo. the slow burn is so good (so much domesticity!! so! much! also hurt/comfort). it has a dash of angst which is balanced out so well by the fluff. i've read it recently so i'm waiting for it to settle into my memory a bit (do y'all do that? is it just me??) but this is definitely a fic to revisit.

#drarry #fic lists #is that a thing?#now it is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#for the romance #part 1/?#no one asked for this but it's here anyway #<3

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griffnoir · 3 years ago

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i had this idea for a fic that i just wanted to share bc i thought it was neat and i know i will never write it under the cut : regulus black and severus snape, young and not that desperate, team up to defeat voldemort (for better and for worse)

- we are in 79. regulus goes to retrieve the locket, happy to die a sad and heroic death BUT kreacher brings him back to grimmauld place against his orders. he is dying... because of a potion... kreacher knows someone who knows shit about potions... regulus lives au! severus gets kidnapped by a nasty house-elf :/ he def had better sundays but that’s fine: he helps his fellow death-eater bc it’s what one does (everything for the cause!)

- regulus heals. regulus isn’t so happy about it (one cannot even kill oneself in this economy) then the conversation goes: reg : hey do u wanna know something that will get u killed? sev : no. reg : so the dark lord has made this thing called an horcrux... :D sev : T.T fuck why would u say that to me

- severus had doubts(tm) about this death-eater thing. this is the tipping point. so they are here, 18 and 19, one braincell between them, deciding after multiple identity crisis that they will kill the dark lord or die trying (they have better faith in the dying part but that’s ok they have nothing to lose) - they both know too much so this is a sort of race against time reg : i guess we could go to dumbledore sev : lol we are not THAT desperate

- they don’t go to dumbledore ://

- it is very important to me that they can’t fucking stand each other on the best of days. like: severus is severus, the little rat(affectionate) but i always thought of regulus as a mix between sirius and draco, plus whatever u want (this is not a good mix). the guy is pampered, rich, posh and a bloody nuisance of a person (also a dedicated blood supremacist); severus isn’t a Black so for once in his life he is actually the well-adjusted one - this doesn’t augure well for their enterprise

- do they succeed? yes. how? dumb luck. also they have a “they didn’t know it was impossible so they did it” type of thing going on. regulus’ superpower is the fact that he is rich, has connections and that nobody suspects him of anything. severus’ one is pure spite and the hogging of the braincell; they both think they are the brain behind this operation and that they are superior to the other in the ways that count (actually they are both just clowns)

- one of the only thing they share is the ultimate goal of killing voldemort; also, they both have somebody on the other side they don’t want ending up dead, so there is that; moreover they are both stressed out of their minds (the self-medication is strong and it could become a problem)

- they have to juggle their public life, their death-eater life and their hunting horcruxes life. it gets complicated :(

- grey-ish moral decisions are made, but hey! one has to do what one has to do

- how do they find the horcruxes? perhaps with the help of dark magic? through inside knowledge? a bit of both? regulus could know where is the diary/ the cup; if u know what u are looking for, nagini is an obvious answer; the ring can be found with minimal research on tom riddle; the diadem can be a lucky find (one could call it an educated guess lol)

- regulus learns that he can actually stand up for himself without his family weighing in and that his whole worldview is in fact a giant with feet of clay. severus that he can lead his life without idly surfing on the consequences of his bad decisions and can change things for the better by acting on them. that’s great. they are doing great. they are fucking terrified for their lifes.

- they end up begrudgingly respecting each other. are they friends? loaded question. perhaps.

- in this au, severus does also report the prophecy to the dark lord, then panics when the potters are brought up. sev and reg pass the information to the order one way or another and this just speeds up their research

- they kill nagini on the sly: it’s a shitshow of epic proportion, but they get away with it bc uh... who would think them able of such a feat? it’s def an highly-trained task force or something. sad that the snake got in the way though :/ (there is no more horcrux, the dark lord is mortal once more)

- who kills voldemort? neither of them. it would be cool, but no. the obvious choice would rather be dumbledore, and why not, in an impressive duel for the ages. personally i would prefer someone from the order, why not one of the youngsters: sirius? remus (a fucking win for the werewolves if it’s the case)? if we are only in 80, why not a peter who has not yet turned traitor lmao? if it’s one of them it’s just totally anti-climatic

- hell yeah! voldemort is trully, trully dead! the one who killed him is hailed as an hero and everybody lived happily ever after! severus and regulus will never have to speak to each other again!

- no.

- the hunt for the death-eaters begins: names are being dropped left and right. regulus doesn’t even go to trial bc he throws money at his problems; severus is not so lucky and gets rounded up in the most stupid way possible, also he thinks he deserves azkaban bc he did some shady shit and likes the martyr vibes reg, who has outgrown his suicidal tendencies: shit i need to save this punk’s ass since he won’t do it himself

- are regulus and his money enough to exonerate severus? perhaps. living with the morale high ground of having brought down the dark lord could be enough to rebuild a decent life for themselves; would they have closure? in a bittersweet way they could

- if it’s not enough, regulus being THAT desperate, he would go to the biggest bully of the playground aka dumbledore. a dumbledore ready to believe that voldemort would be coming back, until this scrawny (almost) 20 years-old goes “nah, we took care of that for you, you are welcome! also, since the whole wizarding world has a debt for us or something, could u pls bail my colleague? friend? out that would be great” albus : ... what?

- i just want a fun reveal; in the future to have regulus talking to his brother, severus to lily (at least for one good talk, i don’t ask for much), just to have that closure pls :’(

- 10 years later or something rita skeeter digs up the whole convulated story it’s glorious. nobody wants that

i don’t have anything else but it was fun to think about

#harry potter #hp #severus snape #regulus black #pro snape #fic idea #we are july 31 it's time to share the hp #u defeated voldemort? what like it's hard?

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