#Draco x ebony

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And to think, if the girl who wrote my immortal just kept writing, she’d hit the date of the first twilight movie and then we would’ve never seen the end of that story 🫢

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I tried to ask Ebony out, but I got all shy again and then we were interrupted -_-

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did i just wrote my first ever smut? yes. Was it x reader? no. It was Ebony x Draco (rewriting of chapter 4 of My Immortal)

Why? I don't know. I think i just lost control over my body and made 1,8k word smut?

anyway, link:

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MY IMMORTAL IS REAL. if you dont think tara is real or think my immortal was a troll youre WRONG. the people who CLAIM its fake are just jealous PREPS who are sad that their boring preppy harry potter ff doesnt get enough clout.

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FINALLY PICKED MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME YALL

I’m gonna be Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way

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Forever Immortal | part 1.

Summary: My name’s not Ebony, it’s Sable. And this is why you never tell your story to stoned Muggles, they will write the story down as an absolute rollercoaster of a ride. Here’s my story. Let’s hope I do it justice. 

Warnings for the Series: violence, trying to make sense of Ms. Tara’s writing, attempts at a coherent plot

Pairing: draco malfoy x black!oc, maybe harry potter x black!oc (i’m reading the fic as I write it so I don’t remember exactly what Tara wrote)

Word Count: 3.3k 

A/N: HI! Yes, It is the time we’ve all been waiting for. I am attempting to make a real plot/story from the infamous “My Immortal” fanfic. We as a fandom were blessed, or cursed, with this nightmare/dream of a story. I hope you guys enjoy this re-telling 

A/N II: I will turn this into a reader fic if y’all request that! It’ll be like how Little Situation is a reader fic but you get assigned a name instead of Y/N. (I’ll make a separate post about this in case you forget) 

The rain soaks my long, straight black hair as I walk through the courtyard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry before breakfast. It soaks through the My Chemical Romance t-shirt I found at a random muggle thrift shop that I liked to use as a pajama top. My outdoor slippers are getting a little muddy but I can’t bring myself to care. 

A dreary day can’t stop me from being outside. It’s always been a routine for me. No matter the weather, I always stroll through the courtyard before changing into my school uniform and going to the Great Hall for breakfast. It’s a way to clear my head. Sometimes, it’s the only peace I get all day from the visions. 

A sigh escapes my lips as my carefully straightened hair goes back to curly. I already knew it was going to rain but I still wanted to straighten my hair. I might be a Seer but I don’t believe we can see the future perfectly. One day, my visions would be wrong and my hair would survive a supposed rainy day. 

“Hey, Sable Haze Dove Lane!” a voice shouts out from behind me. 

I don’t have to turn around to know it’s Draco Malfoy. Draco makes it his mission to bother me almost every single day. It’s a thing we do. I think. He’s been doing it since third year. I can hear his deep laughter as I walk back into the castle Hogwarts calls home. 

Like I already knew it would, the rest of my hair completely curls up as I get changed. Searching my drawers, I grab my pink knee-high socks. Flitwick stopped trying to take away house points for my uniform socks in second year. Looking in the mirror, I grimace. My hair is going into a tight bun. There’s no point in trying to straighten it again. The rain is here to stay for the entire day — I already saw it earlier. Grabbing my messenger bag, I head out for breakfast. 

I feel a body drop down in the empty seat next to me. I don’t have to look to know it’s Cho Chang and that she probably has a smirk plastered on her face. My amber brown hand pushes a stray curl out of my eye line before reaching for the jar of strawberry jam. 

“I saw,” Cho starts, scratching at one of her braids. “Draco Malfoy coming out of your favorite courtyard.” 

My eyes roll to the back of my head. “And?” 

“And I’m wondering if there was any conversation. Or if you two finally made out.” 

“Ew, Cho, gross. The only conversation Malfoy is ever getting is going to be one-sided.” 

“He likes you.” 

“He likes annoying me,” I retort. 

“I think he actua—” 

“New topic, please?” 

Cho laughs, taking the second piece of toast off my plate. “Alright, alright. Hufflepuff’s having a party in their common room for Halloween. You in?” 

“Is Justin’s band playing?” 

“Do you think Page Three-Ninety-Four would ever miss a chance at a gig?” 

The two of us chuckled. Justin’s band isn’t the best by a longshot but they’re the only student band at Hogwarts that’s lasted more than a year. Even though Cho and I are in Ravenclaw, we both agree Hufflepuff always hosts some of the best parties. It’s partially because their dorms are right next to the kitchens and the house elves love them. I agree to go just for Cho. 

Besides, it’s a Halloween party. Halloween parties are always fun. And I live to dress up. Not feeling like spending a lot of money, I use whatever clothes I have in my trunks to make a costume. Is sexy Audrey Hepburn too much? I have a black dress but it’s a bit too short and I wonder why I even brought it this year. There’s nothing else I own that would really make a good costume. I have the dress, some pearls, sunglasses I’m not going to wear, and a crown. Sexy Breakfast at Tiffany’s it is. I roll my eyes as Cho wolf-whistles when I enter Hufflepuff’s common room. She hands me a cup of starlight mojito. I down it in a matter of seconds. 

Justin’s band is going off. Page Three-Ninety-Four might actually have gotten better over the summer. The common room is dark and humid. Some people are playing drinking games or Seven Minutes in Heaven on the couches. Others are making out in corners or eating all the snacks at the food table. 

Most of us are jumping up and down to the music, trying not to spill our drinks on each other. I’m sure if anyone was to walk past Hufflepuff right now, they’d hear us all screaming the lyrics to “Mischief Managed” along with the band. I roll my eyes as Cho leans over. 

“Roger Davies got hot, didn’t he?” she shouts in my ear. “Like he just looks totally better than he did last year? Summer did him good, right?”  

Of course, she has a thing for the drummer. If anyone’s hot it’s obviously Dean Thomas. His stage presence can’t be beat. Justin might have started the band but he was smart in making Dean the frontman. Plus whenever Dean and Hannah start harmonizing, the way he looks at her does something to me. 

“Bloody hell,” Draco says as I turn around without any warning, switching my empty cup for his full one. 

“Why do you still insist on trying to sneak up on a Seer?” 

“One day, I’ll surprise you.” 

“Mmm hmm, sure, Malfoy… What do you want?” 

Draco smiles, taking my wrist and lifting his cup I stole to his lips. He took a sip before he spoke. “Shouldn’t a Seer be able to tell, Lane?” 

“If I used my powers for everything then life would be so boring. Entertain me.” 

“Well, I wa—” 

“Malfoy bothering you?” Harry comes up behind, putting a hand on my shoulder. 

“I’m fine.” I tilt my head all the way back to give him a smile. 

“See. She’s fine,” Draco says with a sneer. 

The tension between the two of them is evident. Draco and Harry were the briefest fling in Hogwarts history but they were intense. When the two of them ended things — on a very sour note — it felt like the entire student body had to take sides. Sometimes we can’t tell if they still want to be with each other or not. Despite being friends with Harry, the two of us never talk about that. 

He was the one that had cut it off with Draco. The Triwizard Tournament took a toll on the entire school but Harry suffered the most. Not just in fourth year but last year as well. Cedric barely made it out alive, injured beyond belief. And Harry… He saw some things he refused to tell others. Things I only know about because of my powers. It was hard for him to get past the whole Lucius Malfoy being a Death Eater thing. I can’t blame Harry for the breakup but I also understand Draco’s bitter feelings. He can’t control his parents and what they do. 

I feel myself freezing up at receiving a vision. I can’t see in front of me but I can hear Harry asking Draco if he put anything in the drink. Even though I can hear the two arguing, I can’t seem to pull myself out of the vision. It keeps playing over and over again as if it’s trying to warn me. It might as well stop. I understand the vision loud and clear. This year ends one of two ways, with Harry’s death or Draco’s. The vision releases me before I can try to see if there’s another path.  

I shake my head as Harry squeezes my shoulder. “Sorry. I just failed Charms. Well, I will be failing Charms in about two days when we get the tests back.” 

Lying doesn’t feel good but I don’t know if I’m ready to tell them the truth. 

“Can you check my grade?” 

A snort escapes me. “Harry, it doesn’t work that way.” 

“It doesn’t or you won’t try.” 

“It doesn’t.” 

He purses his lips for a moment before letting them rest into his usual small smile. “Fine.” 

I finish Draco’s drink before putting the empty cup in his hand. I can’t be at the party anymore. Not after what I just saw. Unlike with the weather, I need to be wrong about this. Just this once, can my powers be a lie? I stalk back up to Ravenclaw tower. The air around me feels heavy and not because of my recent vision. 

I squint as I turn around. Reaching my hand into the air, I somehow have a solid grip on it. An invisibility cloak falls away as I yank on it. Neville and Ron have stupid goldfish expressions on their faces. I huff. 

“Really? If you’re going to think about being complete perverts and look up girls’ skirts, next time don’t try a Seer.” 

Ron hit Neville. “I told you it was Sable and not Luna.” 

I scoff. “Get the fuck out of here before I report you. And if I ever see you in my visions being creeps, I’m reporting you to Dumbledore.”

Neville’s face goes red. “N-n-no, Luna and I ar— I-I’m supposed to go see her. We just aren’t ready to be public. Harry let me use the cloak, Ton’s just making sure it gets back.” 

I blink. Heat rises to my face as I realize I screwed up. My apology comes out in stuttered fragments. Neville and Ron head up to the tower first while I run back down the stairs. Tears are blinding my vision as I keep running. Alcohol and visions clearly don’t mix. Normally, I can push everything away. The stupid thoughts of Harry and Draco keep creeping up on me. I stumble back when I hit a soft wall. 

“Sorry.” 

“Sable? Are you okay, love?” 

I look up to see Draco, his face flushed red. He wipes at the tears on my cheeks. Both of us start laughing hysterically at the soft gesture. My fingers trace over his nose. 

“You look so drunk.” 

Draco shakes his head. “I look drunk? You look drunk.” 

“Unh-unh.” 

“Mmm hmm.” 

“Unh-unh.” 

“Mmm hmm.” 

We start going back and forth as we walk. I don’t think either of us know where we’re going. Our conversation starts to have more words but I have no clue what we’re talking about. We keep going from topic to topic. Eventually we end up in front of the Slytherin entrance. Draco holds a hand up to pause our conversation, making me giggle. He leans forward to tell the wall the password. 

“Hippogriff… no wait, pureb— wait a minute, Slytherin? Salazar? Pureb— I already said that, no wait, yeah. Pureblood.” 

The wall opens to reveal their common room. My face feels even hotter as Draco grabs my hand. I start to itch as we walk towards the prefect area where his room must be. A vision keeps trying to enter my mind but something’s blocking it. It’s all fuzzy or blurry and it might be because I’m tipsy. Something like a pale figure with white hair crosses my mind before it disappears. Oh, well. It must not have been important. 

Draco turns around to face me once we enter his room. “Why were you crying?” 

I shrug. “I don’t know, can’t remember.” 

“Pretty girls shouldn’t cry.” 

“I wasn’t crying.” 

His thumb traces over my lips. “Pretty girls shou— Can I kiss you?” 

“Can you?” 

He slowly starts to lean in. It’s too slow for my liking. The distance between us is no more. His lips are against mine. His hands are cupping my face before they move to caress my body. My hands are holding onto the fabric of his lame lumberjack costume. Our clothes are off before we know it, both of us tripping over each other as we try to get to his bed. 

“I’ve never done this before,” Draco whispers against my lips. “I’ve only snogged, never done this.” 

“Me either,” I say before kissing all over his face. 

He smiles and it lights up his room like the sun. Draco sits up, pulling me up with him. His eyes roam over my body. He snaps the waistband of my panties and fiddles with my bra strap. I close my eyes as he presses kisses to both of my cheeks. 

“I don’t think I’d be happy with myself if this was our first time. Let’s get you dressed for bed, Little Raven.” 

I flop on the bed after taking off my bra, watching Draco walk to his dresser. “My house’s animal is an eagle.” 

“Why’s it called Ravenclaw then?” 

My mouth opens before closing. He laughs at me as he hands me a shirt. Draco’s eyes look everywhere but me as I sit up and try to put his shirt on. I poke his cheek. 

“You like MCR?” 

Draco takes off his shirt and gets under the duvet, motioning for me to join him. “I’ve heard a few of their songs. They aren’t bad.” 

“You like a muggle music?” 

“Don’t tell my father.” 

I hold up my pinky with the utmost seriousness. He locks it around mine. We both kiss our thumbs and swear to secrecy on our inside joke. I let Draco pull me closer, snuggling into his chest. He presses a kiss to my hair. I think I say something but sleep is pulling me under.  

~~

I roll over with a groan. I’m not hungover but I feel tired. Rubbing my face, I think about what I have to do for the day. My hand drops, hitting something instead of my duvet. A scream leaves my mouth as I shoot out of bed. Why is Draco Malfoy in my roo— I’m in his room. Merlin, I’m in his room. I’m in his bed. I’m in one of his black pajama shirts. And he’s shirtless. 

Draco wakes up at my yelling. He sits up slowly, giving me a smile. I shake my head, signaling between the two of us. 

“This didn’t happen.” 

“Would it be that bad i—”

“Yes!” 

Draco stands up. He grabs my hand before I can leave his room. I turn to face him, waiting for him to say something snarky. He runs a hand through his platinum blonde hair. Draco holds me by my shoulders. 

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. I don’t think we did anything. And we can both pretend nothing ever happened if it did. But I don’t think anything happened.” 

“How do you know?” 

“Because I’ve been planning my first time with you since last year and I don’t see the remnants of flower petals anywhere.” 

“What?” 

Draco sighs. “Look, I don’t remember what I said to you last night.”

“That makes two of us.” 

“But whatever I said, I meant it. If I called you beautiful, or smart, or just said I liked you which would be the worst confession ever. I meant it. I know you think we’re just a joke but I stopped seeing you as a joke a long time ago. You just won’t let me in. I would… Can you just give us a chance? Or think about it?” 

I grab the doorknob. “I can think about it.” 

That’s the last thing I say to Draco before leaving the Slytherin dorms. When I reach my room, I ignore my roommates as I head to the bathroom. I don’t want to answer any questions about where I’ve been. Brushing my teeth takes longer than usual just so I can avoid them for longer. 

Cho senses that I don’t want to talk about last night. She links her arm in mine. We joke about Seamus blowing himself up again in Charms as we leave our dorm. The common room is surprisingly sparse when we get downstairs. Everyone else has either already gone down to breakfast or they’re still sleeping off the party. We leave the Ravenclaw Tower. I look up from adjusting my skirt when I feel Cho stop. 

Draco is outside our door. He sheepishly holds up a neatly folded dress, my necklace and crown are on top of it. “You left these.” 

“Thanks,” I say, not making eye contact with him or my friend. 

I quickly dart back into my room to throw my clothes in my trunk. Draco’s no longer there when I come back outside. I refuse to answer any of Cho’s questions as we make our way to the Great Hall. I barely meet eyes with Draco when I enter the Hall, both of us quickly looking away. He must have been serious about his words. Draco isn’t one to give people space or look away almost like he was shy. 

The Great Hall somehow seems too small. Maybe because I didn’t get a chance to walk in the courtyard this morning? I take a pumpkin pasty to-go. Turning the corner to go outside, I bump into someone. Harry starts apologizing for not looking where he was going. 

“Harry, it’s fi— What happened to you?” 

He looks paler than usual. His curls have no life to them and his scar looks angry somehow. It’s red as if someone scratched him. And there’s sweat beading up along his hairline. 

“I’m fine.” He starts to walk away, going just slow enough that it can’t be considered running.” 

“Harry.” 

He turns around when I call him. 

“Your glasses.” I hold up the eyewear that fell off his face when he ran into me. 

“Thanks.” 

“Harry.” 

“Yes?” 

“I know something’s wrong. You can tell me, you know?” 

He nods. “I know. I promise I will. I just need some time to think. Than—” 

Harry and I double over in pain. I’ve had over hundreds of visions but none of them had ever been painful before. I can barely bring myself to stand. I look at my surroundings. It’s some damp cave. My mind scrambles to think of if I’ve ever seen this place before. 

“What’s happening?” 

I turn around, wide-eyed. “Harry? You can see this too?” 

He rubs at his scar. I wonder if sometimes his scar made him see stuff, if we are almost the same somehow. We must be so close to each other that we’re seeing the same thing. Harry suddenly pulls out his wand. 

“Stupefy!” 

I look in the direction of where he casted a spell. Voldemort was staring at us both. He laughed when Harry’s spell fizzled out. 

“We aren’t in reality. You can’t use magic here.” He leans over a large stand stuck in the rocks, looking in the bowl. “I know what you’re doing, Harry Potter. You forget, I can touch you now. Your mother’s stupid love is starting to fail. Keep trying, Harry. I will kill you before the school year is over. No matter how many little bits of my soul you find.”  

“You won’t win.” 

Voldemort ignores Harry. He races over to me, grabbing me by the face. “It’s never too late to join my side. You’d be a fine Death Eater, powers beyond belief.” 

“I will never join you.” I spit in his face. Voldemort digs his nails into my cheek. 

“Then you’ll die too, half-blood. I know what you’ve seen. You can’t save them both. Try and you might kill them both. Don’t try to stop him.” 

The cave is gone before I can say anything else. Harry and I both look at each other. I’m still a bit out of it but I think I can hear a voice calling out to me and Harry. I feel someone pull me into a hug. Draco has an arm wrapped around my waist and a hand on Harry’s shoulder. 

“Are you two alright?” 

I look up at Draco. His ice gray eyes stop looking at Harry and stare down at me. 

“Draco, what did you do?”

(part 2)

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November Prompt 16: Fingertips

Words: 645 | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

You’ve seen muggles addicted to things like money, cars, even alcohol, After all, everyone in the world has something they are addicted to, but you always found yourself back in the same place when it came to your own, plastered against the cool hallway wall in The Malfoy Manor with a bated breath.

Draco Malfoy is about six feet of the male version of sex on legs. His signature platinum blonde hair and piercing silver eyes had caught the eyes of many girls at school. It really drove everyone mad when he’d started growing scruff around his jawline, but none could handle the roughness around the edges like you could. Surprisingly, even being from different houses, Draco’s invited you here many times over breaks and his father never complained. Usually you’d just study together or complain about things neither of you have control over, but couldn’t discuss within the walls of the school. However, it never mattered which came first because it always ended the same.

Today, the mansion has been completely empty aside from you and Draco. The family elf, Dobby had been dismissed thanks to Harry himself just months ago and Lucius’ frequent business for the Ministry had kept him too occupied to bother finding a replacement. Draco’s mother, Narcissa has been keeping herself busy too lately, running alongside her sister, Bellatrix, doing who knows what. And in that same manner, you’ve been running around doing who knows what with Draco all week long.

It always started in the dining room. The long ebony table took up most of the room, but the family had hardly sat here for a proper meal. When you were alone in the comfort of your parent’s home, you’d think of Draco eating here alone, only served by an elf that would quickly be dismissed, and now, he doesn’t even get that.

The curtains don’t help much either. Heavy black, pure velvet clinging over the floor to ceiling windows and it sickened you. You could hardly see the sun through them, not a single plant would ever survive here, but they were a perfect accent in comparison to the emerald green chairs. At least his father thought so.

You’d sat closer to Draco today, side by side actually. You’d decided to open the curtains to let in some of the natural light. Draco protested, even going as far as rushing over to take your hands off. His father would be upset, of course, but you could handle it. Lucius didn’t scare you.

And with the sun peering through just right and Draco’s hand on yours, rays catch in the silvers of his irises. He must have noticed the same spark in your own eyes, a curiosity clouding your young lustful minds.

Draco’s lips were on yours faster than you could breathe and within that time, he had you right where he wanted you. So, you stand, half naked with goosebumps prickling across the surface of you skin from being smashed against the frigidness of the wall just outside his bedroom. You two couldn’t even make it that far, but that’s nothing new.

Draco’s lips always follow wherever his fingertips travel. From your curls to the tip of your bulbed nose, to your lips and the curve of your jawline. He took extra care to let his fingers curl around the base of your neck when he kissed there, causing you to moan up towards the ceiling in pleasure while he kissed deep into your skin, licking and biting too, before leaving the area warm and throbbing in his absence. The next thing you know, you’ve been kissed all over, inches of your body trembling against his touch and his absence. He always takes you into his room when you’re like this, drunk off the touch of his fingertips and kisses, and yearning to have your addiction completely satisfied.

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𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄, chapter three MONEY MONEY MONEY

pairing: percy weasley x fem!oc (olympia slughorn)

word count: 1.39k

warnings: none

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olympia had only spoken an estimated total of ten words to her friends upon returning to their compartment with terrence after their prefect meeting, and a further five during the jolting carriage ride from the station to the school after the train had ground to a screeching halt in the dark mist of the scottish highlands. a sea of students wearing dark robes moved up the grand staircase towards the great hall, splitting into their four factions to prepare for the sorting and welcome feast.

     cleo sat next to olympia at the far end of the slytherin table; nearest the doors they could people watch to their hearts content and talk under their breath to their friends during dumbledore's welcome speech if they so pleased. adrian saw them first, the girls having gotten split from the boys after they all left the carriages, pulling marcus and terrence to the end of the table by the collars of their shirts. eboni, cleo's brother's cat, slinked around their ankles and preened as soon as the girl picked her up.

     marcus sneezed. "must you insist on having that thing with us all the time?"

     "blaise wanted me to look after her. he's nervous, just like you were." as if on cue, the doors to the great hall swung open again and professor mcgonagall stride down the middle of the gryffindor and hufflepuff tables with a sea of first years behind her, staring up at the ceiling. somewhere in the middle of the gryffindor table was percy weasley, glaring at olympia from next to oliver wood who was trying to talk to him. he'd taken his tie back on the train with a sneer and hadn't acknowledged her since.

     olympia smirked back.

     the sorting hat began to sing, and she was grateful her friends had chosen seats right at the end of the slytherin table. unlike prefect percy, she and terrence didn't want to be sat front and centre to greet the new first years as they came running down from the front of the hall. as more and more students joined their assigned tables, he would lean over and introduce himself while pointing to his gleaming prefects badge. olympia would clap silently without looking up from the copy of 'advanced potion making' balanced on her knees.

     from far away she heard loud clapping from cleo as blaise perched himself next to pansy parkinson, watching draco malfoy swagger up to the sorting hat before it yelled out "slytherin" and, looking very smug and pleased with himself, sat with them. eboni was scratching adrian's hands in vain effort of releasing herself. cleo nodded and he let the cat go, watching as marcus' sneezing trailed off and the cat streaked up the table to launch itself into blaise's lap.

     terrence looked at olympia from the other side of the table, her eyes moving over the words with the occasional flick of musty parchment. he knew exactly what he was feeling for as his hand reached under the table. he'd pulled the book free just as "potter, harry" was called up to the sorting hat. whispers spread up and down the hall like small fires.

     "did she say potter?"

     "the harry potter"

     it was a silent three minutes for those sat in the hall. olympia could see everyone leaning forwards in their places just like she was, the snatching of her book momentarily forgotten as hundreds of pairs of eyes trained on the boy with the lighting shaped scar. the hat tore, screaming "gryffindor," and the red table erupted into cheers. the weasley twins were chanting "we got potter, we got potter" while using sonoros charms to enhance their voices, percy leapt up from his seat and ran to shake his hand vigorously.

     there was a smattering of applause from her group of friends. terrence broached the question, "why are you reading a newt level potions book?"

     olympia shrugged, and pulled it close to her chest. "i've memorised everything from the book on this year's reading list. i thought it might be helpful."

     the feast appeared, and suddenly her friends didn't seem too bothered about questioning her reading habits or over achieving tendencies. their eyes lit up at the golden plates and overly stuffed platters of food, the same way hers did as a potion changed colour, or if she'd just read the student rankings and her name was front and centre.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

     when the owls soared overhead during breakfast every morning to deliver letters of love or parcels of goodwill to their owners, percy weasley thought his life would be so much easier if his parents had more money.

he wouldn't have to worry about his robes never reaching his ankles, he would never have to live in fear that should something happen to his wand he would be stuck with a hand-me-down, he wouldn't always have to ask oliver for a spare piece of parchment or a quill because his had broken or the ink had bled through onto another piece of homework.

     he could buy as many books as he wanted, have a quill for every subject, have an entire cabinet full of ingredients to brew potions with. or his parents would send him new books they thought he might like for christmas instead of a jumper, they would buy a new owl that didn't collapse into a pitcher of pumpkin juice after a long journey, with which they would send him new ingredients to practice brewing with.

on the surface level he blamed a shortage of money for his failure, but deep down he knew he just had to apply himself further to get ahead instead of passing to fault to his parents.

     or perhaps, he thought as the new timetables were passed down the rows of students at the house tables, if olympia slughorn's blood didn't have potion brewery engrained into it and her family didn't push her as much as they did, he would be the best: percy weasley, the best at every subject at hogwarts. but instead he was not, he was percy weasley, the best at nearly every subject at hogwarts.

     leafs of parchment were coming closer and closer to him. first years started to jostle around each other to see if they were in the same classes, some of the older students offered to show them where their lessons for the day would be taking place. ron had taken three steps towards fred and george before they sent him on his way, leaving the youngest weasley brother to near percy. his hesitancy in asking him where mcgonagall's classroom was made his heart pull: he knew he wasn't the most approachable person but merlin, surely his own brother didn't have a problem with asking him a simple question?

     the stack of timetables eventually reached percy. it was probably why he could see olympia smiling so much from the far corner of the slytherin table. double potions on the first day back, nine 'till break in the cold, dark dungeons. he wouldn't be able to bear it, he thought, stalking past ron and out of the hall as oliver jogged to catch up with him without a second thought.

marcus flint barged infront of him, dropping the slice of toast he was carrying into a buttery heap on the flagstones. cleo followed suit and tiptoed her way easily through the mess, adrian and terrence flanking olympia, who had her eyes glued to the designated fifth year potions book, instead of the higher level one she was skimming over the night before.

percy and oliver watched as the slytherins descended the stairs to the potion classrooms. "sluggy's worse than you, perce. whilst you were showboating your new badge for the first years last night, she was probably getting higgs to test her on ingredients for a befuddlement draught while brewing something completely different at the same time."

he gave oliver a withering stare. "and how was that supposed to help me feel better? it's the first prefect rounds tonight, and i'm with her."

"ah yes, the mysterious tie snatcher."

"shut up, oliver." he snapped, finally gutting up the nerve to trudge down the stairs as ron and his new friend, harry potter, sped up the staircase to the first floor. percy sighed, "come on, we'd better hurry up if we want to get a decent seat before the bell goes."

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[queersrus]

Hi, Fukase anon here! Sorry, It never occurred to me that people may have a hard time coming up with things for characters they don't know a lot about. Sorry :( /gen

Anyways, I really love the clown and red theme ideas! Also, since Vocaloid is technically a music software, I was thinking some music-themed names as well! Also, as long as this isn't too specific, could you maybe do some X-themed things since there's a lot of Xs in his design?

I also like the idea of the darker, edgier themes, but I'd rather not have anything explicitly horror/slasher/demon related... as someone who kins Fukase, being associated with that stuff brings back some rough memories :( /nm

I'm sorry if I'm being too specific or picky or anything like that, and I hope everything I've said makes sense! Once again, thank you in advance :)

no worries!!

heres some names and pronouns based of red, clown, dark/edgy themes and the letter x!

Music names:

muse, musa, musica, musette harmony melody, mic, major, minor clef, capelle, capella, cord, chorus note key tone, tempo, timbre bar, beat, bridge, bass, blue, blues sheet, strum, song, singer, sang, string, sonata, soul acoust, adagio, allegro, andante, arpeggio, amp, alto, aria instro, instra, instrumenta rythm/rhythm, ryme/rhyme, rock, rocker orchest, orchestra pitch, pop funk

list here, here

red names:

Altemur, altan, autumn, apple, amaranth, alhambra, alroy danla, desire, desiree parichat, phoenix, pepper, poppy/poppie cher, cherry/cherrie/cherri, crimson, clifford, copper, candy/candie, currant, carmine, carmin, chili, coral, corsen, clancy maroon, merlot, mahogany, mohagan blood, brick, berry/berrie, blush, burgundy, barn, burn, blaze ruby, rust, rusty, rose, raspberry, redd, rede, redde, reder, redi/redie/redy, reddet/redet/reddett/reddette/redett/redette, redeta/reddeta/reddetta/reddeta, redin/redine, redina, redino, roso/rosso, rufus/rufous, rowan, rosa, rosie, roisin, rory, radley, rudyard, radcliff, redmond, redman, rumo, russel/russell, rohan, redford, rufina, reeding/reading, reed, rogan, roone, roth garnet, ginger, gough scarlet, sangria, strawberry, sienna, sorrel/sorrell jam wine, watermelon fire, flame, ferrari, flan/flann, flannel, flanner, flannery, flyn/flynn, flanna vermilion, venetia imperia tart, torch hazel, harkin

clown names:

Joseph, john, joey grock oleg emmett/emet/emmet/emett bozo, barry ronald krusty penny, pogo, pinto charles sunshine weary, willie albert, antonio, arthur daniel, david, demitri/dimitri, Demetrius/demitrius tinsel

actually found a whole wiki here

Dark/Edgy names:

dusk, dagger, draven, drake, draco, damon/daemon, damion/damien/damian grey/gray, gunner/gunnar, greer keir, khaos, knox, kestrel umbra, umbro poison, pain/payne asteroth/astaroth, asher, ammo, astrid chaos, crow, coen, chase, casper, caspian, cassian, carter, cage, colton hades, hemlock, hex, hunter, hawk, harper somber, sombre, sombra, serpent, snake, saber, stone, storm, slade/slayde, sparrow, salem, snow, smoke, slayer necro, natrix, nox, nix, nyx, nero, nash branwen, briar, blackwell, blade/blaid, blair, blase/blaze/blaise raven, reven, requiem, rhapsody/rapsody, rogue, ryder, ryker, raze, razer eris, elysium, ebony jinx, jett/jet, jack, jason lucien, lucius, lock/locke viper, venom, vlad, vane/vain/vein, veil, vee/v wolf/wolfe trix/tryx, trixie, thorn, tyren/tyrin, tirent, torrent, tyranny, toxin, tank, tempest, tanner zeke, zena fox, flask, falkner, falkon/falcon onyx/onix, obsidian xena

X names:

xen/xene, xavier, xena, xeno, xenon, xeon, xero, xerox, xyx, xyr/xyre, xyra, xray, xeny/xenny/xenie, xenia, xander/xzander, xyla, xyler/xylar, xia, xavi, xylia, xylitol, xioa, xu, xan, xanth/xanthe, xanthus, xavia, Xinjiang, xinia, xenophon/xenophone, xayvion/xavion, xochitl, xio, xion, xiona, xiomara, ximena, xanthia

many here

red 3rd p pronouns:

list here and here

clown 3rd p pronouns:

list here and here

edgy/dark 3rd p pronouns:

list here, here

x 3rd p pronouns:

xe/xem, xy/xem, xy/xyr, xe/xyr, xy/lo, xylo/phone xyi/lotl, x/x's, ex/ex's, ex/exes, xay/xem, xay/xyr, xie/xem, xie/xyr xe/no, xeno/xenos, xeno/morph, cross/crossed, cross/crosses, x'ed/out, exed/out, ex/amble

hope these help!

[xxxdarkgoffikprincessxxx]

At a GC concert with Draco!!!! It was amazin!!!! The night went really well, and I had a great time. So did Draco.

[boysonly111]

No one was competing for the role of "Best My Immortal Fan" so I decided to compete with myself.

[emodragonprince]

I don’t know why Ebony was so mad at me. I had went out with Vampire (I’m bi and so is Ebony) for a while but then he broke my heart. He dumped me because he liked Britney, a stupid preppy fucker. We were just good friends now. He had gone through horrible problems, and now he was gothic. (Haha, like I would hang out with a prep.

[braincakewashere]

achack widow is mokoto tribe. coded. they claimed her when i pitched it as a little girl but shes implied in cherokee lore to be CHEIF which is soverign to a dead tribe.

enby way is ebony darkenss dementia raven way scrubbed as goth rather then scene which is new age goth in how shes drawn, sorry for my review it gets as director the stuff i review made into shit, but i have to give criitque or it will flog.

ah bellatrix the real heromine. anyways reincarntion is wack cus if you pay attention to jewish lore shinlers list obvious sufregets jk rwoling is clearly a spy for the left part for lacey green such as myself- braxton

anyways i love writing these out order it looks like your fuking right wing there that is that shit just with race shit you dumb fuck- warlock

nah -braxton

whatever liberal -warlock

"guys can we please stop writing tumblr posts of out order and get back to teh cool shit"

half these vids arent made -zone

"they will be"

okay god! -brick

"azzy is character"

you just dont remember your upbringing adam this is the directors ntoes. whats your pitch for the show.

goth hermonie granger as a death eater infilitrating male coded gypsteys which is reclaimetion fo the slur noko which means half black pretty witch as an adaption of sherlock holmes study in pink with marvel chese until a certain episode episode 3 of a minifseries length where we cut in half or re-edit for context to fit the whole quotea where ebony is emo and male and wearing a girls neckalce as a form of vampiric lindesy ellis stlye death love or tranfomers megan fox but not written to be a babe written to be lik erealy deranged and then it turns just autsitic and a girl in disugise. but shes not implied to be shes impleid to be crossdressing as a god or like detecgive and it should be an adpation of the myth of ariel which their were alot of irish stories and i know them, their not all mermaids this is a transgender corssdresr which is like a transman he him lesbian you just want girl clothes and girl roles as epiteme of toxic masculinity the good version so like. bascially happy 14th birthdat o me

"we know your samantah "time travleed"

i serisouly hae a world whole and berumuta in my chest anyways

"okay dazai"

anyways um this would be under dark academia so she is the fish out of water mary sue as a dean whinchester type but emo hair and clothes here are my refernces from modern day.

"theirs nothing there"

"ill edit it in when this sceduled in our notes, at steins gate, and then theirs this nice guy who knows about does as a mutation and wants to paint our reicnaritons which we will give the braincake guy and oh i want snow the salts queens vlogs quoted and refed cus shes my girlfreind but doesnt know im skylar

[YOUR FUKIG SKYLAR ADAM1] YOUR INTO BESTIALITY]

"on emphatomize im curios okay anyways so thats the pitch give it hbo or wattpad studio we got bed bugs in the dorm and hire this staff midway, i know theyll all quit mid on but try to please draco like ajohnie dep type and the ginger girl i knew on that trip in highschool oh and have the ending be aliens after martohonign roswell steven universe steins gate tookyou ghoul and x files my real life and imply that aliens are just farries like in teh tehcnon show were wering on"

[okay samantha]

"thats female here"

[it means lucifer amaymon]

"plase stop its lucifer ezikiel"

[okay]

"so yeah thats the pitch. free to steal. all my pitches are public domain. im coypright nut you cant copyright an idea

[you should apologize to suit he was helping you]

"okay then give me copyright of sjwresponds"

[nevermind soundboy nevermind]

-staff notes from a transcript online and dejavu localized to more american sounding shit

An exclusive look at LSPDS

[joy-the-vamp]

Me when there are people making out in the hallway at schools

[the-slytherin-writer-12]

Stages of a Relationship

Pairing: Draco x fem!reader

Writing type: imagine

Warnings: none

A/N: Finn is Y/Ns dog

Harry Potter Masterlist

General Masterlist

Stage 1: Meeting Each Other

A blond boy, a tan boy, a dark headed boy, and an ebony haired girl were sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express all dressed formally. Each of the boys had on button down shirts of varying colors and black slacks while the girl had on a silver dress.

Their conversations were interrupted by a knock on the glass door. It opened to reveal a girl.

"Have any of you seen a toad? Neville Longbottom and Hermione Granger are looking for one," she explained. The four looked at each other and then shook their heads The girl sighed then shrugged. "Oh well. Do you mind if I sit with you until we get to Hogwarts?"

"Of course not. I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," the blond spoke. The girl smiled brightly.

“I'm Y/N L/N," she replied.

"I'm Theodore Nott but you can call me Theo," the brown haired boy said quietly. Y/N nodded and turned to the tan boy. She could tell that he was the quiet type.

"I'm Blaise Zabini."

"And I'm Pansy Parkinson," the ebony haired girl spoke. Y/N nodded and sat beside Draco, who sat beside Blaise. Theo and Pansy shared the other bench.

The rest of the way to the school, the five children talked about anything and everything.

Stage 2: Best friends

14 year-old Y/N sat under a tree on Hogwarts grounds reading 𝘏𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴: 𝘈 𝘏𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺  for the hundredth time. She heard rustling beside her but didn't look because she knew who it was.

"Morning, Y/N/N," a deep voice spoke. The person sat down beside her and rested their chin, which was rather pointy, on her shoulder to read the book.

"Good morning Draco," she spoke playfully annoyed but smiled nonetheless.

Even though Y/N wasn't a pureblood, Draco stayed by her side despite what his father said. In first year, they made it a point to meet under the tree every Sunday at 11 am. They never missed a meet-up, unless they were sick or they had detention.

Draco and Y/N continued to read until he decided to break the silence.

"Have you got a date for the Yule-ball yet?"

Y/N hummed and closed her book, which caused Draco to move his chin. She turned her body to face him and had a somber look on her face.

"Yes and No. Terry Boot has been inescapable. He's been following me. I mean, he’s sweet and thoughtful. He's asked me but I don't know if I want to go with him," she explained. Draco nodded and had a thoughtful look on his face.

He leaned against the tree and motioned for Y/N to join him. She placed her head against his shoulder and took his hand, tracing her fingers up and down the length of his long fingers. Being best friends, they often sat like this.

"Is there someone specific you wanted to ask you?" Draco asked. Y/N shook her head. "Do you want to go with me? I can't let me best friend go by herself." He pushed her playfully.

"What about Pansy? Or that girl from Beauxbatons? You two have been exchanging looks since they got here," she said almost bitterly.

"I would gladly ditch them to make you happy."

Step 3: Falling out

Y/N sighed as Harry stared at Draco from across the Great Hall.

"Harry, Draco is not a death eater. He would have told me," she stressed. Harry rolled his eyes and sneered.

"Just because you to are all buddy-buddy and have been since 1st year doesn't mean he tells you everything. Even I don't tell you everything, Y/N/N."

It was Y/N's turn to roll her eyes. She gathered her books for the day and got off the bench.

"When you decide to be sensible and not treat my best friend like hippogriff dung, come find me," she bit out harshly. She turned around and walked out of the hall and to a hidden alcove.

She sat down on the bench and leaned her head in her heads, which were braced on her knees. She heard footsteps come toward her and sighed.

"Harry go away."

"I'm not Harry."

She looked up to see a very tired looking Draco. She managed a small smile towards him and sat up. Draco sat down beside her and wrapped a lanky arm around her shoulders.

"What happened between you and Potter?" He asked softly. Y/N leaned her head on his chest and closed her eyes, breathing him in. She always loved his smell. He smelled like mint and evergreen leaves with a hint of ocean water, somehow.

"He keeps saying that you're a death eater. I don't believe him because you would have told me," she said. Draco stiffened beneath her. She moved away from and looked him in his eyes. "Right?"

He stayed silent for a moment. He grabbed her hand and stood up, taking her with him.

"Come with me," he said emotionlessly. He walked briskly and Y/N struggled to keep up with his long legs. She struggled to put her bag back on her shoulder.

Draco led them to the 7th floor and to a blank wall. Y/N recognized this as the Room of Requirement. He dropped her hand and paced in front of the wall three times before a door appeared. He took her hand once again and led her into the room.

"Draco, why are we in here?" Y/N asked looking around. There were piles everywhere of random objects. Draco ignored her and led through the maze of objects until he came to a large artifact covered by a sheet.

Draco dropped her hand once again and tore the sheet away. A beautiful cabinet stood there and Y/N gasped. She recognized it from that day in Knockturn Alley.

"Draco why is this here? And don't ignore me this time," She said sternly. Draco sighed and turned to her.

"I have to fix it," he said. Y/N tilted her head to the side and furrowed her eyebrows while dropping her bag to the floor.

"Why?"

"I was given a task. I have to fix it to let some people into Hogwarts," he said vaguely.

"Draco.. please tell me it's not what I think it is," Y/N begged. Draco cast his eyes down and took off his robes and rolled his left sleeve up to his elbow.

On his skin sat the dark mark.

Y/N's hands feel to her mouth as she gasped. Tears sprung to her eyes.

"Draco-"

"Don't. There's nothing you can do now," he said harshly. Y/N's hand dropped and she reached forward to grasp his arm. He jerked away but she followed him and took his arm again. She traced her fingers over the mark softly and slowly. This caused Draco to shudder and breathe out slowly through his nose.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" She asked softly, glancing up at Draco's grey eyes. He met her eyes.

"I- yes. Eventually. Not anytime soon," he said just as softly. Y/N nodded. She trailed her fingers down his arm and laced their fingers together.

"I can help you. The Order can help you. You don't deserve this."

Draco wrenched his hand out of hers and stepped back, eyes blazing, nothing like they were a few seconds ago.

"No you can't. No they can't. No one can. I'm stuck like this. You-Know-Who is living in my manor. I see him when I eat breakfast, if I eat breakfast. He threatened to kill me and my mother. I can't-" his voice wavered, "I can't let him do that."

"But Draco-"

"No. Just- no."

He had calmed down so fast if almost gave her whiplash, but she was used to it.

"I can't have something happen to you too. I'm taking Occulmancy lessons from Snape so The Dark Lord doesn't find out about you or our friendship. If something happened to you, I would literally go out of my freaking mind," he said softly. He walked forward and cupped her cheeks. He looked into her eyes before closing his own and leaning toward to place his lips against her forehead. "I'm sorry," he said against her skin.

Y/N left her eyes closed as he let go of her face and walked away. She heard the slam of the door and promptly collapsed on the ground, sobbing.

She clutched her chest and she let out a gut wrenching sob. She had just lost her best friend. Her chest hurt. It felt hollow while there was an intense feeling near her heart.

She stayed there for hours crying.

Meanwhile, Draco sped walked down to the dungeon and to the Slytherin dormitory. Walking into the common room, Blaise sat on the couch twirling his wand in between his fingers.

"Hey, mate," the tan boy spoke. Draco ignored him and stomped up the stairs to the boys' dorm. "Nice chat."

Draco slammed the door closed once inside the room and cast a silencing charm.

He screamed.

So loud. So hard. So grief filled. He screamed and screamed and screamed until he couldn't. Until he felt wetness on his cheeks.

Until he was crying.

Step 4: Making up

Y/N glanced around the ruins of the Great Hall for the head of platinum blond hair. The war was finally over. She sat with Blaise and Pansy in a corned, all three of them clutching each other’s hands.

She saw Draco leave with his parents, but there was a small sliver of hope in her mind and heart that he had come back. The two hadn't seen each other since 6th year, not counting when they were captured and she was tortured in his drawing room. She had missed him dearly. The longing she felt for him in her chest never left.

“Y/N!”

She whipped around and saw Draco running through the entrance. Y/N smiled widely and ran to him.

They met in the middle and Y/N wrapped herself around him like a koala. Her legs went around his waist and her arms around his neck. She buried her face in his neck as he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other placed on the back of her head.

"Oh Salazar," he breathed out into her hair. Y/N clutched him tighter and breathed him in. Somehow, his scent still lingered despite all of the dirt and sweat.

She pulled back and cupped his face. She analyzed his features and how much he changed in a year.

"I missed you so much," she whispered, tears falling down her face. Draco smiled for the first time in what felt like years.

"I missed you, too. So much."

She dropped her legs from around his waist and stood on her feet. But, she wrapped her arms round his waist and he wrapped his around her shoulders, once again burning his face in her h/c hair.

That hole in their chests was once again filled.

Step 5: Taking the next step

Everything changed after the war. The Wizarding world changed, but also Draco and Y/N's feelings. They realized they couldn't live without each other. They realized there were romantic feelings there. While they acted like nothing was different, they both felt it.

Draco sat in a chair in a muggle cafe, waiting on Y/N. Blaise, Theo, and Pansy sat around him. All of them were dressed smartly in muggle clothing. Draco had a long sleeved shirt on, despite it being June, and some jeans. Blaise and Theo both had on green shirts and jean. Pansy had on a purple v-neck shirt and a denim skirt.

After the war, they made it a point to meet up every week at some point. Draco's birthday was coming up in a few days so the group, minus Draco, agreed to bring present for him. He wasn't having a party or anything because he was spending his birthday with his mother.

They heard the clinking of the bell in the door and they all turned to Y/N as she rushed in the door.

Her hair was whipped everywhere and her clothes were in disarray.

"Sorry, guys. I woke up late, Finn got sick, and then I couldn't find the pres-erm my wand," she explained. Taking her coat off, she set it on the back of her chair and sat beside Draco. The four just smiled and nodded.

"It's fine, Y/N/N. We just got our coffee," Blaise spoke. Y/N smiled at him. She was about to get up until Draco placed a cup in front of her.

"I got it. When you weren't here before us I figured something was up," he explained sheepishly. Y/N smiled again and thanked him. She took a sip of the coffee and sighed happily. Pansy reached over and fixed Y/N hair. Y/N scowled playfully but continued to drink her drink.

The group talked until Theo mentioned to the others, while Draco was in the restroom, about the presents.

“We need to go ahead and give them now," he spoke. The other three nodded and waiting for Draco to come back.

Once he got back, he noticed it was quiet.

"What's going on?"

"Since you're spending your birthday with your mother in France, we decided to go ahead and give you our presents," Blaise said. Draco blushed but said a small okay.

Blaise was the first to give his. It was a small green bag. Draco opened the bag and found a bottle of fine wine. Blaise's family owned many vineyards in Italy and Draco absolutely loved the wine from there. He thanked the Italian and set it aside.

Theo was next. His was in a grey package.

A shade very similar to Draco's eyes, Y/N thought.

Draco tore the package open and pulled out some Dragon skin potion gloves for their business. The three men opened a potions business together a year after the war. It was very successful and was known worldwide.

Pansy followed. Her was in a blue box, with a small white bow on top. After tearing open the box, Draco pulled out a pair of emerald cuff links. Draco was shocked at this and looked up at Pansy.

"I saw you eyeing them last week when we went to London. I went back later and got them," she shrugged. Draco continued to tape.

"But-but they were so expensive! Especially for muggle currency!" Draco protested. Pansy scoffed and waved him off.

"I'm not the one who isn't using their inheritance. I will take what I can get so I can expand my company. But you wanna be noble and do it with your earned money," she playfully sneered. Draco scowled but thanked her nonetheless.

Y/N was last. She was quiet nervous about her present. She wasn't sure how he was going to react. She handed him a small, red bag that was quiet heavy.

Draco opened it and gasped. It was a medium sized container that contained a paste. On the lid was the label "glamour potion".

"Y/N/N-"

"Yes Draco, it's the paste. I finally got it done," Y/N smiled. Draco continued to gape.

"Can someone explain what's happening?" Bladed asked, sitting back in his chair. Y/N smiled as Draco continued to admire the paste.

"I made a paste concoction that will hide any blemish or mark. Including the dark mark," she blushed. The three others gasped as well.

"Are you serious!?" Pansy almost shouted. Y/N humbly and nodded.

"Yeah. I finished last night. I've been working on it since the end of the year. It took a while and a lot of research. I had to mix several potions with several charms. It's worth it though," she smiled, looking at her own arm which no longer held her own scar.

She turned back to Draco just in time to feel his hands in her face.

And his lips on hers.