#I do need to fix it up a bit tho the spelling mistakes are screaming

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Subby Wanda fic anyone? Yes I did write it while I was half asleep but I feel like I do some of my best brain rot writing that way

[foxie-roxie]

why rayllum is a MASTERPIECE part 3

*RUBS MY CLAWS TOGETHER* IT IS SEASON 3 TIME BITCHES AND H O L Y S H I T I LOVE THIS SEASON SO MUCH

i even rewatched it for this!

this time i’ll try to have SOME order, and go by episode. this will however still include unintelligible screaming

1. DAMN THESE FUCKERS BE PINING MORE THAN A PINE TREE FOREST!

first off, affectionate eye rolling, nose boop, and head bonk is the best thing.

second, IF SOMEONE SAYS THAT DURING WHEN CALLUM WAS HELPING RAYLA PUT ON HIS SCARF AND THEY J STARED AT EACHOTHER FOR A BIT BEFORE RAYLA TURNED AWAY THAT HE WAS N O T LOST IN HER EYES? they’re wrong. this is fact now.

third, their teamwork and decision making is excellent. they agree to try and sneak past sol regem, and when that fails try talking to him and then decide to simply trick his senses with the scarf. and instead of rayla shooting down callum’s “smelltriloquism” idea, she simply adds onto it! LOVE HEALTHY FRIENDSHIPS

“i think it’s good luck!” YES IT IS RAY THAT’S UR BOYFRIENDS SCARF

also, here you go. you’re welcome.

2. STILL PINING. GOD DAMN.

first, CALLUM BEING SO EXCITED BY ALL THE MAGIC IN XADIA IS S O CUTE! MY SON. this might turn into an overrall review of s3. o well

second. FLUSTERED RAYLA AND FLUSTERED CALLUM. Y E S

third, THE ADORABURR FIELD! their smiles were so fond and soft and A. they make me cry of joy. 

an overall look on it, i like how this episode really shows their feelings clearly. no “will they won’t they”, at least for rayla. it’s clear she has feelings.

3. AH FUCK. ANGST.

first i love how when rayla mentions that she’s excited and happy but also terrified, callum tries to comfort her. good boi. best boi.

second, elf callum. i love that scene so much even if the second-hand embarrassment kills me, and rayla is j like “why the fuck do i love you. im gonna kill him.”

third, DANCE! callum not being rude and saying her home is “modest” before rayla explains it’s an illusion, his BLUSH WHEN SHE HELPS HIM, and the softness in general. rayla’s excitement that she’s home and talks abt that she can show callum where she went to school, the best moonberry surprise place, until...

fourth, AH FUCK. A N G S T T I M E. rayla being crest-fallen before callum says that it must’ve been a mistake, and she realizes that ethari would probably understand!

and then CONFIRMED GAYS. YES.

rayla realizing ethari ghosted her too and then callum GOING O F F. he angy and when rayla runs out callum IMMEDIATELY FOLLOWS (like in a later episode) and comforts her again.

when ethari comes down and breaks the spell and says to callum “trees to meet you too” and rayla’s like “don’t encourage him”

also callum trying to get on the shadowpaw and ethari being Concerned is AMAZING. concerned dad content

i’ll talk more about ezran/ruthari/the dark magic trio in a later ted talk

4. H E R E W E G O

first, rayla clearly being sad and callum picking up on that quickly (he even seems to be almost falling on purpose, perhaps to make her smile?) and asking if she’s ok before being shot down by rayla insisting she is fine. GOD DAMN. THAT HURTS.

second, their interaction with nyx is so amazing. rayla being protective of zym and callum being a DORK is awesome, but also their decision making.

after rayla reluctantly decides that they can go see how nyx could get them across the desert so quickly, they see the ambler and then their reasoning is amazing.

“what do you think?”

“the dragon queen is dying.” and then i forget the rest of the exact quote but they give a subtle nod to eachother. they make their decisions TOGETHER. AS A TEAM. AND THAT’S ON HEALTHY FRIENDSHIPS X2!

third, callum continuing to gently press for rayla to express her emotions. he doesn’t pressure her, but seems to simply let her know that if she needs to talk (when she insists she’s fine), he is there. 

four, MORE FLUSTERED RAYLLUM. YES. TY NYX but also fuck u for taking zym but also ur hot- A N Y W A Y

five. OOOOOOH. MY FAVORITE SCENE.

rayla’s crying and callum tries to reassure her. nyx is plotting, while rayla runs away and callum follows. Y E S.

rayla talks about how there’s nobody left that cares about her and she lost everything.. and then the SPEECH. i have this speech memorized i’ve watched this scene so many times

"JUST SHUT UP, YOU'RE TALKING CRAZY. JUST, LISTEN TO ME. YOU'RE TOO GOOD TO FEEL THIS BAD ABOUT YOURSELF. I KNOW THAT, AND YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT. YOU HAVE TRUE COURAGE, AND A BIG HEART! I'VE SEEN YOU GET KNOCKED DOWN SO MANY TIMES AND EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. YOU GET UP AGAIN. THAT'S REAL STRENGTH. AND.. AND YOU'RE TEN TIMES FUNNIER THAN ANY HUMAN I KNOW! chuckle SEE? SEE YOU KNOW YOU'RE AMAZING. YOU'RE SMART AND FAST AND BEAUTIFUL. RAYLA YOU'RE THE MOST AMAZING PERSON I'VE EVER MET."

LOVE THEMMM

and then rayla kisses him and that’s all that happened. callum was not a dumbass. right? RIGHT???

5. MY FAVORITE EPISODE!

first, rayla saving callum from the soulfang serpents and callum helping her get up is AMAZING, LOVE THAT.

second, callum tryna get a good position and rayla j saying to hold onto her and callum GETTING FLUSTERED. BOY IS PINING also he didn’t have to hold her that close.

“I DON’T THINK OF HER THAT WAY” “YOU AND I DON’T HAVE THAT YET” LIAR.

three, THEM JUMPING OFF THE AMBLER AND. THAT WHOLE MOMENT? THE ROMANTIC TENSION IS KILLING ME

four. DAMN CALLUM RLLY DO BE HAVING HEART EYES @ RAYLA WHILE SHE KILLS LIKE 80 SOULFANGS HE IS PINING PART 2

five. THE SPEECH. THE SOFTNESS. THE KISSES. GOD DAMN. FAVORITE SCENE OUT OF THE ENTIRETY OF TDP. LOVE THEM.

also here you go again

what can i say except YOU’RE WELCOME

6. ANGST BUT ALSO FLUFF ALSO REUNION

once again won’t b talking abt ezran specifically but there’s some passing mentions of him from now on

first, rayla and callum reaching the stone thunder and callum asking “is it... a statue?” and rayla sadly saying “no. it’s not a statue” A. I CRI.

1.5 ayla and callum best dragon parents

i’ll get to an actual analysis later

second, THIS MOMENT IS UNDERRATED EVEN THO IT’S ONE OF MY FAVS why has nobody mentioned the lil tender moment where ezran is by phoe-phoe and rayla puts her hand on callum’s shoulder AND CALLUM PUTS HIS HAND ON HERS. SO SWEET.

third, OK I’LL STOP MOST OF MY UNINTELLIGIBLE SHRIEKS AND ACTUALLY ANALYZE THIS.

callum is upset because of thunder and rayla sympathizes immediately. this is similar to how callum lets rayla let out her own emotions, and rayla is doing the same. he explains how he feels angry, upset, confused, sad, and rayla quickly empathizes. he keeps on venting, not knowing whether to feel regretful, or glad, and how he’s confused because that’s sarai’s spear. he feels sorry that all this happened, but rayla reassures him that zym and ezran are going to break the cycle! that’s hope! and then they hold hands and i screech

AND THAT’S SO FUCKING HEALTHY AND I LOVE IT. THEY RLLY BREAK ALL BAD HET RELATIONSHIP STEREOTYPES (coughbutistillheadcanonthembothasbiandcallumistransilldieonthishillcough)

7. angst but not rayllum angst so its ok

first, they begin to go up the storm spire and i really love their banter. “and i’m guessing the dragon queen didn’t make her den at a nice, halfway kinda place?” “nope. tiptop!”

cuties.

second, ASSDHFNF THE FACT THEY M O C K THE IDEA OF A FORBIDDEN RELATIONSHIP. THEY’RE IN LOVE AND THE WORLD CAN DEAL WITH IT. LOVE THAT FOR THEM

third, RAYLA CATCHING CALLUM. IT’S. NOT RLLY BIG I JUST LIKE IT AND THINK IT’S CUTE HOW EVEN THOUGH SHE WAS ALSO OUT OF BREATH SHE RAN UP TO CATCH HIM. 

four, AHSDHGDHFG THEY DEADASS FORGOT EZRAN WAS THERE. more flustered rayllum i love that

8. FUCK IT’S RAYLLUM ANGST NOOOO

one, ibis is j a good boi. back to rayla and callum

two, rayla going in to see the dragon queen and when she runs out callum QUICKLY FOLLOWS to see if she’s ok. asks her if she’s ok, and she OPENS UP!! CHARACTER GROWTH BABY!!! and then they hold hands and i once again shriek

three, AH. HELLO ANGST.

before we go to the actual angst, can i say that THE LAUGH AFTER RAYLA SAID “STORM SNEEZE” IS SO CUTE. CALLUMS IN LOVE. MY SON.

oh no.

*bonks rayla on the head* nO SELF SACRIFICING!!

although their fight is super angsty and i hate it, it does provide some conflict and more plot because it gives callum a reason to want to find out the truth about rayla’s parents. and then he does! people argue that this fight was unnecessary or that callum was a jerk, but this was needed i think. he did let his worry become a bit of anger, and that was not a nice move, but he knows he fucked up and fixes it!

and then we get soft rayllum this is fine

9. AND YOU THOUGHT LAST EPISODE WAS BAD N O *CRYING*

there’s not much rayllum featured in this ep, but the amount we do get is 80 PERCENT ANGST AND I WASN’T OK WITH IT

first, the fluff! callum trying to do the wing spell and rayla teasing “did you pull a muscle in the middle of a jumping jack?” is so cute. i LOVE THEM. also they hold hands and i SH RIEK again. 

also soren how dare you interrupt callum he was abt to confess

second, callum when he’s explaining the battle plan and his ZAP HAND. rayla is j watching him like “yep. that is my dork.”

and CALLUM SEEMS SO FOND WHEN JANAI CALLS RAYLA THE LAST DRAGONGUARD. PERHAPS I SOB

skipping forward in time a bit for the angst oh no

third, callum going up to the storm spire after ez encouraging him to go to rayla. love that soft brotherly relationship. and we think “oh, soft rayllum, right?”

NO. VIREN’S UP THERE.

fourth, THEY DIDN’T NEED ME TO BE ROLLING ON THE FLOOR WTF. the fact that rayla’s blade went right in front of callum and he looks up and sees zym in danger, viren is there, and RAYLA is there, p a n i k.

and then rayla jumps and the entire rayllum fandom SC REAMS after callum’s “no!” before she jumps and “no, no, no, RAYLA!”

fifth, CALLUM NO WHY ARE YOU JUMPING TOO- oh wait its ok he did the wings and im still crying fuck

THAT CONFESSION THO- i cri tears of joy now. they’re in love

sixth, I J WANNA KNOW WHAT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT BEFORE EZRAN SHOWED UP. like it’s clear that they’re talking or something, but abt what is the question. also yes they hug and raylas fond

seventh, THEY HOLD HANDS!! soft bbs,,,

AAAND IM DONE! this is. quite long so if you read all of this i hope u have a good day and thnx for listening to me ramble with some coherent thoughts

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hp au twitter thread

in which when yuuri is still in school he gets involved with the bad crowd and ends up a follower of a dark lord, whose main agenda is ruling over the world and bringing dark magic to its former glory.

yuuri doesn't hate dark magic, he's fairly proficient, but he's far from being able to harm another person with malice. he's a great duelist tho, so he quickly becomes one of the leaders of the dark lord's inner circle. japan falls, then china, korea, all of asia. they triumph. and so the dark lord sets his eyes on russia -- their nearest neighbour.

while they campaign at the border, during a skirmish with the light community there, yuuri meets HIM. they're on the opposite sides of this battle, but yuuri thinks they might be one at heart, because while they duel none of their spells are lethal. yuuri takes a hex to the leg, he sends a curse to his shoulder, but it's clear that they are more than evenly matched.

yuuri can't help but admire the other wizard. his long silver hair blows in the wind and colours with the light of every spell that silently leaves his pale wand with the force of shooting stars that yuuri sees in his eyes. other spells fly around them, but in those moments yuuri can't help but stop and clutch his wand harder, because this is not what he wanted to do with his life. fighting, duelling, this was never his dream. he wanted to create spells, to give himself to knowledge, and yet...

he gets a curse right into his chest.

he falls back into the muddy ground, gasping for breath. there's a bleeding gash there, but it isn't deep. yet another reminder that the other doesn't want to hurt him.

yuuri hears him come closer, sees him crouch next to him, feels the tip of his wand press against his neck.

"I will let you live if you stop," the man says.

yuuri thinks of the dark lord, his family that would die should he betray him, and he laughs.

"do you think it's that easy?"

the smile he gets in return surprises him. it's sad, pitying, and something unfurls in yuuri's heart.

"I know it isn't," the man says before yuuri can decide what he's feeling. "but would you want to, if you could?"

yuuri looks into his eyes. the man who's more than his equal is, in fact, the most beautiful human yuuri has ever seen. even despite the dried blood on his face.

"but I can't," yuuri says.

and then he grabs his wrist, pulls hard, and rolls them over so that he can thrust his wand into the man's face.

"obliviate."

the man goes slack as yuuri withdraws the memory of their meeting from his mind, only to leave him there. alone, in the mud.

he thinks that's it. he hopes. but he sees him again. and again. and again. at every raid, the man with silver hair comes to find yuuri, duels with him, wins, and yuuri uses all the tricks he has to erase his memory.

but that only helps as much. his own memories are intact.

it becomes a habit to seek the head of silver among the light wizards, to make his way through the battlefield towards him, to fight him with all he has only to end up losing. oddly enough, yuuri finds some enjoyment in it. even more in the snippets of conversation they share.

but then, one day, the enjoyment is replaced by something else. something more. because that day, yuuri sees him fall.

and his heart falls with him.

he doesn't think twice before he races down the hill to where he saw the silver hair blow back as the man falls, blood spilling onto his fur-lined robes. yuuri drops to his knees next to him, murmurs all the healing spells he knows, and it helps. the cut is nasty, but it heals.

there will be consequences, yuuri knows this even when the clouded blue gaze traces the lines of his profile. there will be consequences, yuuri knows as he touches his wand to a silver temple and casts a sleeping spell. there will be consequences, yuuri knows as he lets him live.

and there are.

yuuri screams under the wand of his master, promises to fix his mistake, cries and sobs later while his body aches. but the feeling in his heart, well. it's light. it's lighter than anything he's felt before. so he protects the small flames of hope, of life, of love, with all his might. and then... then he meets him again. it's like a part of yuuri's heart has transferred to him during the brief minutes of his healing, but it's undeniable.

and he isn't the only one who feels it.

"why did you save me?" the man asks, wand pointing to the ground.

yuuri hasn't dropped his, but no spells were cast between them.

"I don't know," yuuri replies, honestly. "it just felt like the right thing to do."

"why, then? why hurt others? am I so different than them?"

the man waves a hand in a broad gesture and yuuri lowers his guard when he takes a look around him. wizards are dying everywhere he stops his eyes. light and dark, all for one madman's gain.

"we can't stop him," yuuri says. he meets blue eyes. "I can't. no one can."

"we can try."

yuuri's heart aches, longs, but his reason is stronger still. "what use is trying when I know we will fail?"

the man doesn't answer for long. he walks closer, so close that yuuri can smell him.

"if we stand together, we have a chance. please, stay with us."

yuuri opens his mouth to argue, but the man takes his hand. yuuri's fingers are gnarled with tension, but the other hand is warm. slowly, yuuri's fingers uncurl, slide into the warm, open hand that holds him.

"stay with me," the man asks.

"i can't," yuuri says, closing his eyes as they fill with tears. "my family... they will die for this. I have to-- I have--"

he rips away, barely able to breathe. he turns his back on his worst enemy, and freezes when he catches him directly in his arms.

"don't go," the man begs. "we will find a way. we'll rescue your parents, your friends, and then--"

"can you rescue the whole nation?" yuuri asks, looking into the night sky.

a star winks and falls. yuuri closes his eyes and makes a wish that he knows will never come true.

"I can't, but--"

"what's your name?" yuuri interrupts him.

"what? why would you ask that now?"

"I want to know. please."

the arms around yuuri tighten. "it's victor."

"victor... thank you."

"for what?"

"for trying." yuuri pulls away from victor's arms. "I will do my best."

"your best? at what? I don't understand--"

"my name is yuuri," yuuri tells him instead. "I will see you again, victor. in this life or the next."

the wide blues eyes are the last thing yuuri allows himself to see of victor before he stuns him and apparates away.

yuuri has never been good at planning. he was the passionate type, always. he did things first, then thought and regretted them later. not this time.

months of careful planning, of plotting and seducing and making connections and allies and friends, have brought fruit. the inner circle of four generals of death stood surrounded by the dark lord's followers. the portkeys that meant to transport them have been rigged, destinations changed in secret. the three generals apart from yuuri have been caught and imprisoned, replaced by polyjuiced fakes. armies of european light wizards’ coalition waited for them, ready to contain the dark lord's forces as soon as they would apparate in.

and the dark lord knew nothing.

but, oh, how naive it was of yuuri to think that.

the moment they apparated in, he realized the mistake. this wasn't the place they needed to be in. this... this was hell. this was his punishment.

he watched his friends fall as the dark lord triumphed again. and there, surrounded by his former comrades, now turned enemies, yuuri turned around and faced the dark lord.

he didn't stand a chance. of course not. but the dark lord was arrogant. he didn't kill him with his first spell, not his second or third, no. he liked to play. so he played, and tore yuuri apart at his leisure. a cut here, a curciatus curse there, a blood boiling hex later.

just as yuuri's screams turned into howling and his thoughts into mindless prayers for death, the pain stopped. through hazy with agony eyes, yuuri could see white, white and brown and...

and silver.

silver of the hair of the man who now stood between him and the dark lord.

yuuri wanted to stop him, to shout and scream at victor to run away, but his throat was too sore. he couldn't speak, couldn't move -- not with how badly wounded he was. all he could do was watch victor duel the dark lord, while his heart hurt more than it had during torture.

yuuri watched how victor kept up with the dark lord, how he stood between them fiercely and protectively, and then he watched how he began loosing ground, how bit by bit the dark lord's smirk returned to his face. and so, finally, yuuri watched how victor limped and fell and--

groping half-blindly for his wand, yuuri pushed himself up with the last effort of his body. the dark lord's wand was already raised, the killing curse at the tip of his tongue, yuuri is sure. victor's eyes met yuuri's over the distance and victor smiled as if it was his last.

yuuri has never used it purposefully in his entire life, not once, despite having cast it several times. but this time... this time he did so with his entire heart in it. he lifted his wand, lifted his eyes to the dark lord's back, and said:

"avada kedavra."

two bodies fell to the ground at the same time.

yuuri's breathing was harsh and desperate, and his grip on his wand loosened when blood begun pouring out of him faster, as if to make sure he doesn't see more of this madness.

but the dark lord was dead. and so, yuuri was free.

he didn't think he'd wake up, but he has. to a white ceiling, white sheets, a bed in a hospital. and to a head of silver hair resting against the sheets. victor, silly, wonderful victor, who fell asleep in the chair right next to yuuri's bed.

tears fill yuuri's eyes. he fights against his body to lift his arm and gently touch victor's head. he could've whispered 'rennervate' as well, because victor bolts awake at once. blue eyes meet yuuri's and victor's mouth drops open.

they don’t speak for a moment, just look at each other. and it's enough.

"you killed him," victor says at last. "it's over. we won."

"his followers?" yuuri asks in a voice scratchy with disuse. victor helps him get a drink of water, before he answers: "caught, imprisoned. gone. we're safe now. we've won. and it's all thanks to you."

yuuri smiles.

"no. it's all because of you. if we never met..."

"will you please do something for me then?" victor quickly asks. "to repay me, if you will."

"anything," yuuri promises before he even hears it, and it makes victor smile.

victor's hand takes yuuri's. their fingers slide together.

"stay," victor says.

yuuri closes his eyes and nods.

and he stays. in the light, where he belongs, and where his heart belongs: with the man it has chosen, and who chose him as well. against all odds.

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not that smart

draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader

requested: Hello! Um if you could, i would love a imagine where a ravenclaw girl, who actually isnt that smart and has to study all the time, catches the eye of draco. And draco is all rude and teases her continuously about not being smart even tho she really is until they have to do a project together and he is forced to work with her. And then he starts to really fall for her because of how hard she works to make the great grades she gets. I love all your stuff and thank you for your time and everything!

word count: 1597

warnings: idk tbh just be prepared for anything, OH WAIT, theres like mentions of a KiND OF smutty scene? like its just kissing but it paints an image of hot draco if u read it soooo

a/n: wowza this took 5 ever, now i can do my max v and hugh imagines! this was super fun to write tho. writing for harry potter always requires a lot of research for me lol

 Birds flew around your Herbology class outside. You were in the middle of a book when you heard your friend Draco Malfoy laugh along with his goons. “Of course I do. Do you really think I’d believe that the stupid sorting hat made the right decision? Sure, she’s in Ravenclaw but she isn’t that smart.” He laughed, sounding cocky. You rolled your eyes. He was always like this around people. Attractive bastard. You thought to yourself. “Yeah, Malfoy? Is Chinese Chomping Cabbage useful for potions or charms? Or neither?” You quizzed him, poking your head up from your book.

 He began to turn read as he looked at the two boys who were with him. C’mon, Malfoy, we’re in fifth year for God's sake. You thought to yourself. “Uh,” He stuttered out an a lightbulb went off in his head. He smirked and crossed his arms. “Neither.” He said confidently.

 “Incorrect.” Professor Sprout shrilled, appearing at the end of the greenhouse. “Used for potions.” You said with a sad smile and Professor Sprout confirmed.    Draco was as red as a tomato having just been proved wrong. “Speaking of knowledge,” Professor Sprout turned to the class.    “We will be doing a three week long project on the different plants in this greenhouse and their uses.” Professor Sprout told the class. “You will be paired with someone to do this in the time allotted. I will be choosing partners.” A collection of disappointed sighs was heard amongst the students.     Even you let out a small huff. You were hoping to be paired with Neville. You liked Draco and he was your friend and all, but Neville was the best at Herbology and you truly wanted to compare notes with him.

 “Draco, you seem like you could use some practice, so I will be pairing you with Y/N.” She told him and the other kids laughed and Draco was visibly upset. Not that the disappointment was real. Deep down, he knew you and had talked with you before. You were enjoyable company. But you were a halfblood and Draco couldn’t be seen with a half blood. Not in a friendly way. His family has bred him to believe all half-bloods were all stupid and dirty, almost on-level with mudbloods.

 You knew of the feelings Draco had towards you and, though you disagreed, you understood and respected his wishes.  In one of your small conversations he had even told you to be prepared. “I might say some mean things, but I might not mean them. Some of them.” He had said in a hushed tone.   You two were just friends and in reality, he didn’t know you too well. But you knew all about him. You liked the boy. If only he wasn’t so mean. But you know why he’s like this. It isn’t his fault. You told yourself.

 Once everyone was paired, Draco moved closer to you reluctantly. “Do you even know how to identify plants just by looks?” He asked with doubt. You held the book you were reading up. It was an illustrated guide to identifying all magical herbs and plants. “Oh.” Was all he said.  “I’ll start taking notes on the plants I can find. You need to read so you can help.” You told him and he rolled his eyes with a glare. You brushed him off and walked away.  Draco sat down and began to read.  While you were investigating a Screechsnap, you caught a glance at the boy you were paired with,only to find he was barely a boy anymore.  You had known Draco since you were eleven and here you both were, now sixteen and Draco’s baby fat had disappeared. His muscles were now more defined and his jawline clenched and unclenched as he turned the pages. You caught a glimpse at the way he sat and you noticed he had rolled up his sleeves to show his defined arms.  You felt your face heat up as you noticed how, almost manly, he looked and you quickly turned back to the task at hand, shaking off whatever thoughts roamed your mind.  Meanwhile, Draco was reading and he notice scribbles here and there on the pages. How could he not? They practically took up the margins that weren’t taken up with the book’s original text.  Things like ‘Do not use for. . .’ and ‘Works best at this temperature with this plant’. Some even had page numbers directing you to different plants. Draco looked up at you, surprised you had been this thorough in your studies. He noticed a small redness on your cheeks and his heart skipped.  She’s blushing. He thought to himself, quickly followed by, of course she is, you idiot, it’s bloody hot in here. His thoughts made his smile fade a bit and his head turn back to the book. Yet, no matter how many times that second voice spoke, he couldn’t help but listen more to the first one.  It had been Friday the day you and Draco were paired together and as you returned to class monday, Draco noticed a small pouch slung across your shoulder. “What’s that? Where you keep your teacher’s pet awards?” Draco teased and you rolled your eyes, opening the door to the greenhouse. “You’ll see, Malfoy.” You told him.  You got to your station and pulled out a small book and rolls of parchment paper that had writing all over it. “What’s this?” He asked.  “It’s all of my notes over every plant in this greenhouse. All I have to do is copy it down in this book and draw a few illustrations and then we can turn this in a few weeks early.” You said simply and Draco was at a loss for words. After two minutes, you counted, he spoke. “We?” He asked, watching you pull out a quill and some ink. “Yes. We.” You told him, not necessarily bothering to look up.  Draco’s stomach dropped. He was feeling. . . Guilty? “Why? Why would you turn it in if I didn’t do anything?” He asked quietly. You looked up, unaware of how close his face was to yours.You stopped moving abruptly but stayed in the same spot. You gulped and found your words.  “I’m surprised you care. Besides, I don’t mind.” You told him and you locked eyes with him, suddenly aware of his hot breath fanning your face.  “Well give me the book and I can do some of the illustrations.” He reached for the book but you placed a hand on his. “Truly, Draco, don’t worry about it. I’m fine.”  But he did worry about it. He stayed up at night, thinking about why you would do that for him. The next couple days, you showed up to class with the same few things. The book, that began to grow with words and pictures everyday you showed up, the parchment paper that held all of your notes, a quill and some ink, and your original studies book. Draco, guiltily, walked around and pretended to take notes as you instructed him to do so Professor Sprout wouldn’t be suspicious.  On the third day, Thursday, you came to class with just the book and quill in your hands. You set it down in front of Draco and he looked up at you. “I figured you would want to look at it before I turn it in.” You said blandly but your heart was racing. I hope he likes it. Your mind seemed to scream. You hadn’t been able to get Draco out of your mind.  The image of him with his sleeves rolled, a couple buttons undone, hair a mess above you, stroking your face and kissing your lips, it simply just wouldn’t leave you alone.  “This,” his voice snapped you out of your daydream. “Is wonderful.” He looked up at you. “The work and art is so detailed, Y/N, this is magic.” He said in awe. He looked at you and felt the urge to kiss you. He was wrong about you not being intelligent enough for Ravenclaw. You could be smarter than Hermione Granger.  “It’s not, I promise.” You laughed at his words and he nearly swooned. Her laugh. . . Draco sighed in his mind. He closed the book and looked down at it.  His name was signed on the front next to yours and that pang of guilt flowed through him again. “Thank you, Y/N.” He said, honestly. Your station was towards the back and most of the students were outside. The ones that were inside were either out of earshot or they simply didn’t care.  “Anything for y- I mean anytime.” You caught your automatic response and changed the words quickly. But Draco caught it and his heart nearly lept out of his chest.  His hand reached up to cup your face and he leaned in. Just bloody kiss her, mate. The voice inside his mind screamed. His lips touched your cheek and stayed there for a few beats longer than a friendly kiss-on-the cheek.  He pulled away hesitantly to find that same blush he now adored on your cheeks. He then proceeded to take the quill from off the table and fix a misspelled letter on the cover. You had spelled Herbology ‘Herbalogy’. An early-morning mistake, the both of you knew.  Your blush grew to a red when you saw what you had done.

  “Thank you.” You stuttered out as Draco tucked his hands in his pockets. “Anything for you.” He said, deciding to leave his feelings to be announced later, and left the greenhouse.

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