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iris-qt · 4 months

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𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞

🪻 ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🪻 ʙɢ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ: ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ!

🪻 ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

🪻 ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ…ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ!

🪻 ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: ᴛʜᴇᴏᴅᴏʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴛ ɪꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴛᴏɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟᴍ…ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ꜱʜʏ, ʙᴜᴍʙʟɪɴɢ ʙᴏʏ

Perhaps it was your awkward glances. Or maybe the way you’d do something silly like accidentally write the wrong year for today’s date then nervously survey the area as if anyone would notice. If anyone were to notice they’d have to be looking very closely…practically observing you. And that is precisely the gift Theodore Nott had been given as he was sat one bench above you in the DADA classroom his gaze directly hitting your paper and the side of your stressed and contorted face.

Yes this test was difficult but Theodore has studied incessantly for it. You see, Theodore Nott never studies but he had a plan. A plan that he chickened out on last minute.

The night prior he had been sitting in the library waiting for your arrival. He knows you arrive around 8pm right after dinner and quidditch practice. You were about to sit when Theodore Nott appeared in your peripheral with a slight deranged half smile on his face. His face rarely showed emotion but there was something manic in it at the moment per your mental Theo facial expression log.

“Hi Theo, you okay?” you lightly laugh as you see him stumble a bit.

Theodore mentally thanked himself for evading his friends’ questions as to where he heads off to around this time because if they saw the usually stoic Nott stumbling over his feet in front of this girl he’d never hear the end of it.

“Yes…yes I was just wondering if you needed some studying company?”

You smile warmly at him his presence itself warming you up from the cold you had just endure in the November night air while at Quidditch practice.

“I’ll definitely need someone to wake me up in case I fall asleep reading about the theoretical applications of non-verbal spell casting…you’re hired Nott.”

Theo smirks as he sits himself down a bit too close to you. He realizes in a panic and jerks back almost tilting over in his haste if you hadn’t steadied his chair.

“Theo, maybe you should cut down on those cigarettes,” you smirk as a light rouge paints his carved face.

Theo feels like digging a hole in the library ground and burying himself in it away from your hypnotic gaze but, at the same time, he cannot help but bask in it.

Initially his plan was working as he hoped it would. You admitted the things you didn’t know and Theo helped you brush up on it and quizzed you on certain terms. You both had even found some time to laugh and joke about things such as the drawer filled collection of ballerina hair gel Theo had found Draco hoarding in the “forbidden drawer”. They were both becoming comfortable and Theo lost his edge as he melted into your presence. Things went downhill after that as perhaps Theo became a bit too comfortable. As he was watching you read a portion of your textbook…your lips moving in slow motion and your eyebrows scrunched in the most adorable manner…he couldn’t help but mutter under his breath out:

“You’re so cute..”

You perked up as you couldn’t believe your ears. While your brain was immersed in the world of DADA your senses were in high alert within the presence of the boy you adored in silence.

“What did you just say?”

Theo at this point went into full lockdown mode as he slightly jumped exclaiming “I said you look like a boot!!” he blurted out as if that would salvage him in her eyes…her gorgeous, bright eyes.

You looked quite puzzled as you didn’t know exactly what that meant. Perhaps it was the way you had styled your hair? Or done your makeup? His sentence made zero sense and you weren’t quite sure how to feel.

Theo, however, had lost his marbles while he seemed expressionless on the outside his brain was short-circuiting.

“Uh…you know what I think I need to leave to um…use the loo? Yes I wonder what they put in that pumpkin juice because let me just tell you, y/n, it was NOT good…you think the elves are after me?,” he laughs nervously as he quickly slams his book shut attracting the attention of every student in the library as the sound echoes off the shelves.

“Merlin, where’d I get that strength!” he strains out with that same deranged, manic look returning to his face except this time in more volume. Before you could utter a word Theo scrambles out of the library. It takes you a few seconds to piece together what just happened but you eventually stand up leaving your things behind to find Theo. But once you reach the entrance of the library he was long gone…

You had spent a while pondering that occurrence and what he said to you. That night you had laid awake in bed. You were sure he had said you were cute, right? I mean obviously. Theodore had always been jumpy since you had officially met him that one day in 5th year in Potions as you two were partners. He was quiet yet endearing and you had fallen instantly. The only problem was your adoration for him had always felt like a dead end. As shy as he seemed Theo got around and to be fair you’d never felt like you had a chance…were you blind? No of course not. You were realistic…right?

And so we return to the day of the test and Theo who had finished 20 minutes early due to his vast knowledge he has filled his privileged brain with simply for, well, you. You were his everything. You had stolen the very air he breathed from the moment you slid in next to him in Potions. You held his breath captive and he simply couldn’t act human next to you. You loosened him up more than any of his expensive Italian cigarettes could. He was addicted.

After class Theo had begun his walk to his next class when he heard his favorite voice calling his name. God if he could only record your voice in one of those muggle devices. Mental note to buy one of those next time he secretly visited muggle London. He slowly spun around gripping his messenger bag for dear life for he could feel himself becoming light headed already.

“I think I had an aneurysm taking that test,” you laugh indulging in Theo’s dazed expression as it fuels your confidence. “I just wanted to tell you that you look cute..” you purposefully mumble the last part so that Theo could barely catch your words.

Theo’s heart soared and dropped and did somersaults all at the same time when he heard your words. “Wh-what?”

“I said you look like a grapefruit!” you yell falling into a fit of laughter as Theo gazes at you looking dumbstruck.

“I think this is the part I run away,” you quip raising your eyebrow at him playfully

“No I think this is the part I shake myself out of it and just ask the girl of my dreams on a date,” Theo breathes out attempting to recover from his actions the day before

You put your hand above your eyes as if shielding them from the sun as you stare into the distance. “Where is she? Can I meet her?” you bite back your laughter, gazing up at Theo’s watercolor eyes alive with the most tender of emotions.

Theo laughs shaking his head hesitantly removing your hand from your face and clasping it in his as if it were a rare jewel he has been searching for for decades and had finally found it. As if you were his life’s work finally accomplished.

“Look no further, y/n, she’s standing right here.”

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deadghosy · 3 months

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How the Slytherin boys would react to you taking an ugly picture of them and showing them

Warning: modern au, Hogwarts leagcy to Harry Potter

Ft.Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Sebastian Sallow

“Seb, look.”

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

He starts to chase you, cursing your name in every word of the book as you laugh holding your phone. He was embarrassed before he started to tease you that you must love him a lot to have picture of him saved on your phone.

You then deleted the photo which made him tackle you.

Ominis Gaunt

“Hey ominis loo-”

“What.” He furrows his eyes as he was facing in front of nothing.

You paused your words as he felt the air get awkward.

“You were about to tell me to look when obviously I cannot. Please think before you talk.”

“Of course-”

Tom Riddle

He didn’t even give you time to react as he smacked the phone out of your hand.

“What was that for?!”

“It was too close to my face….plus please delete that monstrosity of a picture of me.”

You deleted it because you don’t know what this man might do to you if you don’t comply

Mattheo Riddle

“Matty look.”

He looks up from his phone to see the most down bad picture to man of his face on your phone.

He started to laugh which caught you off guard by then he shows a picture of you drooling in your sleep.

“That’s funny babe, but I got a picture of you on my phone too.” He says with a evil smirk

“Ay man delete that!” You say embarrassed

He stood on business of “you go low, I go lower.”

Draco Malfoy

“DELETE THAT THIS INSIST!!”

He tackled you as you waved your phone in the air.

He then successfully deleted it, he’s petty so prepare to have an ugly picture of you as his Lock Screen

Theodore Nott

I believe that there is no bad picture of him on your phone. So when you try to find any, there isn’t any.

But he definitely has a lot of ugly pictures and he pulls out that mom method where he would post an ugly picture of you on twitter and insta for your birthday.

“Theo…that’s the most ridiculous and horrific picture I ever seen of myself.”

“DONT say that..you look so cute.”

Lorenzo Berkshire

“Enzo, come look at this!”

He leans his body over yours to see a funny ugly picture of him.

He laughs it off and tells you to post it. But you wanna make sure so you ask him again for permission and he said yes.

You posted it and now it’s funny memory between the two of you

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misguidedasgardian · 6 months

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The Lifeaters (I.5)

V. Back Home

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You never expecting entering Hogwarts was going to bring you… so much change

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia,

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Notes: I’m cutting first year to 8 chapters only… jeje they are just babies yet and like I said, this is for setting the tone for what comes next… jeje

You were fairly smart, you were, the point is, you were truly outstanding in things that TRULY interested you, so you learned when the Slytherin Quidditch team practiced, and you would sit in the boxes no matter how early or how late, scribbling in a small diary you started to call your playbook, writing and describing all the plays, it was quite fun, even Marcus Flint and Terrence Higgs, the players noticed and waved at you

“Are you going to try out next year?”, he asked

“Of course”, you’d answer happily

And from then on, you became some sort of cheerleader for the team, even helping them in planning plays after the Hufflepuff VS Ravenclaw match that of course you watched and made Draco watch it too.

You were happy, you felt at home in Slytherin and even in potions class

“Who can tell what would happen if I add to the concoction a rat’s tail?”, asked Snape, “Basilik?”, you swallowed hard and looked at home ide eyed

“It would cause a purple colored-explosion?”

“Are you asking me?”, he asked back, annoyed, raising one of his eyebrows. It was the longest seconds of your life, you stammered as Granger raised her hand

“no Ser, i’m saying”, you managed to mumble, and you could swear you saw a hint of a smile on his face

“Indeed”, he said quickly, “5 points for Slytherin, anyways…that is why you must be very carefully in selecting rat’s hair on the back of said rat instead…” and the class continued without a hitch, you and Draco exchanged big smiles at the points given

And the smile couldn’t be wiped out of your face for the rest of the day. No matter how much Matthew teased you, Draco was making everyone laugh telling you how the Gryffindor team was going to replace Potter with a wide-mouthed tree frog.

You always admired Draco’s sense of humor

The days were already shorter, and even started snowing, Snape’s class was in the dungeons and it got really cold down there, so you had to put on your gray jumper under your cape, but you were really happy because, you had been paired up with Theodore for a couple of classes for a special brew, and it made you giggle

Theodore Nott, your housemate, friend of Draco, he was very cute and sweet, he smiled softly at you, he had this beautiful green eyes that look a bit sad but its because they way they are shaped, you and daphne had discuss it at length

You acted a bit dumb when you were near him, but you thought Snape had paired you both together because you could defend yourself pretty good in Potions, but he was useless in that subject, you had to carry it for four weeks, but you were happy to do so.

Now you were in the common room with Theo, you weren’t allowed in the laboratory after classes, so, the only place you could hang out and study properly, besides the library, but they didn’t let you bring potion making instruments… So here you were.

“It’s ¾”, you said softly, “not 3,4”

“Oh sorry”, he muttered, you only smiled, knowing that little error could make the potion exude a lethal smoke that would kill you both

“You still on that?”, the peace and nice atmosphere that you had created was eliminated by barely a sentence of Draco, who showed up accompanied by his own partner, Matthew

You could see Theo’s face twisting in discomfort

“We just hadn't had the time”, you said simply

“We finished days ago”, they didn’t leave, they just sat there in the leather couch next to the table that you were working on

You finished the best you could, feeling like you were being watched, and you had to use the loo so you left them to go to the bathroom

When you came back, you heard them

“I don’t know why she keeps insisting on the potion, maybe she fancies me”, muttered Theo, “and that’s why we keep working together”, and that broke your little heart. Draco frowned at this, without noticing you

“She doesn’t fancy you”, he said, with a disgusted face, and you had never been more grateful, especially with Matthew laughed at Theo

You pretended like everything was fine, you tried to ignore Theo’s guilty face, he was embarrassed, it was him that didn’t understand potions, but he was embarrassed to say so, and then, you were relieved that Draco stayed there with you.

“So, if I make this potion wrong it can explode?”, muttered Gaunt as he read your scribbles in the parchment, “interesting”

“No it's not”, you said quickly, “many potions could explode”, you said then quickly, Mathew and Theo exchanged looks that didn’t promise anything good.

They actually made the potion explode, underneath Filch’s desk, luckily he wasn’t there but Mrs Norris’ tail caught on fire that thankfully they were able to extinguish without much damage to the poor cat.

You found it horrible

But Matthew and Theo laughed

You loved cats, and even though her being there was a sad accident, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling of your gut.

Matthew was a bit mean, and when you remembered him bringing the pumpkin to life… before he started carving it, it brought you chills.

Professor Snape was called, and Slytherin was taken 50 points.

When you were alone with Theo, he kept being nice to you, and the last class that you needed to work together, he ripped the page of the potion off of his book, and he folded you a snowflake with magic

You felt so happy you became giddy, even though he had lied to your friends

As the weeks went by, the floor started to become white, as the snow started to stick

But snow would only mean one thing… that you were most excited about

Christmas

Christmas is coming!

Between classes, and making friends, days turn into weeks and even months, and you were barely realizing it, Christmas was around the corner.

Every year you spend Christmas Eve with your Aunt, and then the next day you were invited to the Manor to spend the day with the Malfoys and their friends until the evening where you attend their annual Christmas Ball, it was always breathtaking, witches and wizards in their best dress robes ni black, white or red, and the decoration and food was out of this world

And this year, according to your aunt, it was going to be no different, you had three weeks of christmas break to go home, and you were going to spend it with Draco, the Malfoys and your aunt

You packed your trunk religiously, and even Umbra hooted in her cage happily, like she knew she was going back home

None of your teachers had left any homework, unless of course Professor Snape, who had given you a list of items you could find to make potions, so you needed to fetch them from your house or garden, he assured you they were things that could be easily found, trying to prove that potions could be brewed from almost anything

Anyways

You found Blaise in the great hall, he was staying at Hogwarts for the Holidays

“My mother is spending christmas in Greece with her new husband”, he muttered sadly

“I’m sorry Blaise”

“Other people are staying, so it's fine”, you had to go, Draco, from the other side of the Hall, was waving at you to go

The train ride back to London was very pleasant, Draco couldn’t stop boasting about his list of presents and how he was sure he was going to get everything he wanted, he asked you about what was in yours, but you only had three items… a Nimbus 3000, Quidditch riding gear of the Holyhead Harpies and a dragon

You knew you were being silly, but you always wanted a Dragon, a small one would suffice, you had seen them, miniature versions of real dragons, that you could handle.

And you promised your aunt that you could sell your current broom, a Quicksilver 2.0, so you wouldn’t have two, you were hopeful, you had been saving from your allowance, but still, professional brooms such as those had to be purchased by an adult

So you were now even more hopeful, but you were surprised to discover actually Matthew was going to spend Christmass in the Malfoy Manor as well

When you’d ask Draco about his family, he would answered with evasives, probably he didn’t know who he was either

But still you found it odd

You forgot about personal compartments, your group of friends had gotten so big you preferred those open ones with tables on both sides so you could all speak to each other

You had gotten accustomed to being around them all day and even nights, it was going to be a bit sad when you got home, only you, your aunt and some house-elves.

“Are you going to the ball?”, you asked Pansy who was sitting right next to you, as you were seated on the other side of the aisle with the girls

“Yes, my parents were invited”, she muttered

“Mines too”, muttered Daphne

“It will be fun”, you said with a big smile

“Why are you and Draco so close?”, asked Milicent as she leaned in and whispered to you

“We are best friends”, you said softly

“But why?”, she insisted

“We know each other since I can remember, our parents are really close”

“Do you like him?”, she teased

“No”, you answered quickly, “he is my best friend”, all girls were looking straight at you, like they were cornering you, “for real”, you insisted, and that seemed to calm them as they giggle

“I think Theo is really cute, you were so lucky to had that huge project with him”, fanned over Daphne

“I think Matthew is cute”, added Milicent, you were leaning over the table and whispering, so they wouldn’t hear

“I don’t think any of them are”, you said with a sad voice, thinking of Theo

“My mom is having my robes custom made for me”, said Daphne with a soft smile, “for the Christmass ball”

“Really? how lucky! I think we are just going to Madam Malkin”, muttered Pansy

“Lucky you because my mother loves to shop in those muggle stores in central London”, said Milicent

“Some of those stores are nice”, you offered, you really liked muggle fashion sometimes, your aunt would take you in London and you were only able to watch at the showcases, some dresses were truly astonishing

“They are muggles”, she said as that was reason enough

The trip became longer than the one that goes to Hogwarts, it that made any sense

Now that you weren’t at Hogwarts, you wanted to get home already.

“Anything from the trolley?”, asked the sweet old lady, bringing her cart full of sweets

“Uh! me! Do you have any chocolate frogs?”, you asked

“Of course dear”, she said, passing one you exchange for a couple of Sickles

“Thank you”, the boys bought thighs to, you frowned when you looked at the frog, the spell not starting yet

“I’ll do it”, said Draco from the other side, you passed the package, he opened and the frog came to life, before it could jump, he snapped one if its legs to break the spell, not it was just chocolate

He passed it back to you

“Thank you”, he ate the chocolate leg and you ate the rest

“Why?”, asked Parkinson

“I don’t like it when they move, they look too real”, you said simply, “Uh! I got Cirse! I’d always wanted her!”, you admired the ancient witch in that card

Your aunt, as always, was waiting for you

She hugged you tightly, caressing your hair softly, you had missed her

“Let’s go home”, you greeted the Malfoys, and from afar you could see Theodore, who was being received by an old man, you guessed he was his father.

“We will see you at Christmas”, my aunt muttered, and you started walking. Meek, your house elf appeared, grabbed both your hands, as you had your things in the other hand, and he apparated you back home, as easy as that

Tea was served for the two of you, with your favorite small sandwiches and pastries

“Now, you will tell me EVERYTHING!”, she said with a wide smile

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satansapostle6 · 3 months

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Lovers and Liars | Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, both determined and resourceful from reputable houses, find themselves at odds in the name of love.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen: Cover of Darkness

No one could have possibly predicted what caused Theo Nott and Lorelei Morrigan’s breakup six months later in June. Of course, no one actually knew what caused it. It was a secret to everyone except for a small handful. Only three people truly knew what had happened the night of the third and final Task of the Triwizard Tournament. From the moment Lorelei had arrived in the stands with Theo, she knew everything would quickly be going downhill.

After they had sat down in the crowd with everyone else, Lorelei had scanned the area looking for Moody. She had found him easily and began waiting for the signal that had been agreed upon for the moment that she would have to somehow slip away from Theo without his knowledge and depart from Hogwarts by Portkey.

As far as Lorelei knew, the plan was that she would slip away from the event exactly two minutes after the sound of the cannon marking the start of the Third Task. Lorelei Morrigan knew that the key to successfully pulling off that night’s true task was remaining calm. Throughout the entire night, Lorelei remembered to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary, although lately, almost everything had been out of the ordinary.

Theo and Lorelei hardly spoke anymore outside of small talk in public, and talk about Voldemort in private. Other than that, there wasn’t much to say. Whatever love Theo had for her had been replaced by obsession, and whatever love she’d had for Theo had been replaced by obligation. They had an understanding, but not much else. Their relationship had been reduced to one of necessity, and appearances.

Lorelei counted to about a minute and a half after Filch had accidentally and prematurely set off the cannon. The music was loud, as were the cheers as the four Champions entered the enchanted maze that was meant to be the proverbial arena of the Tournament, allowing her the perfect cover.

“I need to use the loo,” Lorelei announced coolly as she stood.

Theo just nodded silently, eyes trained on the event from his seat as she walked past him. As she left, Lorelei caught Barty Crouch Jr.’s eye, and he only glanced at her out of the corner of his unsettling glass eye, giving a subtle nod as she set a false trail before making her way to where he had left the Portkey. Lorelei was gone for a few minutes, circling the area for a while to ensure that no one was watching.

Unfortunately, just as she was ready to look for the Portkey and leave, she was stopped by a familiar voice.

“Coming from the loo?”

Lorelei looked up with wide, deer-in-headlight eyes as she came face to face with Amos Diggory, father of Cedric Diggory, the of-age Hogwarts Champion. From what Lorelei knew, Amos Diggory was fiercely proud of his son, seventeen year-old Hufflepuff team captain and Tournament Champion.

“Yes,” Lorelei lied through her teeth. “Are you headed to the bathrooms?”

Amos nodded, a very pleasant and good-humored man. “Such a far walk from out here! Wish they could’ve set up a tent or something.”

Lorelei smiled sympathetically, hoping to end the conversation soon.

“Say, forgive me, but… you look quite familiar,” he studied her for a moment.

“I’m Lorelei Morrigan,” she told him politely.

“Oh-ho! A Morrigan! That’s how I know your face!” the man laughed. “Bloody hell, your uncle, Damiano, was a good friend of mine, back in our Hogwarts days!”

“Really?” she asked in surprise.

“Absolutely,” Amos nodded. “Your father’s a fine man. And your mother! Such an intelligent woman. She made quite the impression when I first met her, years ago.”

“That’s her, alright,” Lorelei remarked softly.

“Oh, how long it’s been! You all ought to come over for dinner sometime,” he beamed.

“That sounds lovely. I’ll pass the invitation along,” she offered kindly.

Amos Diggory beamed, a smile that could have melted even the coldest heart. Lorelei was always reluctant to make friends, but Amos seemed a genuine friend to her already.

“You do that,” he encouraged as he continued on toward the castle, “Perhaps I’ll see you later on tonight.”

“Looking forward,” Lorelei said softly, watching as he walked off.

She slowly remembered her true mission, making her way behind the stands. She drew her wand, furiously searching for a silver pocket watch. She huffed impatiently, desperate to leave just as another voice stopped her.

“Stop right there.”

Lorelei whipped around angrily to find Theo standing right behind her, wand pointed straight at her chest. She gulped anxiously, teeth gritted as she automatically pointed her wand at him. The two stood silently for a moment, facing off wand to wand.

“Theo…” she began, staring at him from behind her wand.

“Save it,” he scowled, his eyes burning with resentment, “I know what you’re doing.”

“Do you?” she asked.

“I’m not an idiot, Lorelei, and I really wish you’d stop treating me like one,” he said, voice dangerously quiet.

“Go back to the seats,” Lorelei warned him.

“No,” he flat out refused. “You’re trying to steal all the glory for yourself, in typical Lorelei fashion, and I’m not letting you.”

“You don’t have a choice,” she breathed, eyes reminding him of who she was working with.

“Oh, really?” Theodore quipped dismissively. “What will you do, Lorelei?”

“To ensure my good standing with the Dark Lord?” she whispered. “Anything.”

Theo Nott laughed an icy, dismissive laugh, unwisely unfazed by the threat of her as he held her at wand-point.

“You’ve killed before, Lorelei, but you’ve never stabbed someone in the back,” Theo grinned. “Killing someone you love takes a lot more courage than killing some old man in the middle of the woods,” he reminded her.

“‘Someone I love’?” Lorelei echoed. “I think you’re underestimating my feelings for you.”

“I think you just want me to believe so,” he assured her with a smile. “You may resent me, you may hate me, but that’s only because you loved me, once. I don’t think you’ll hurt me. Not in any way that matters. But that’s the only way you’ll stop me, and you know that…”

Lorelei strengthened her resolve. “Want to find out?”

Theo glared at her, huffing softly as he doubled down.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

All of the color drained from Lorelei’s face as she watched Theo’s body stiffen like a board. He dropped to the ground, wicked expression permanently frozen on his face. She hasped silently as she looked up to see Draco Malfoy lowering his wand.

“Bloody prick,” he scowled down at Theo, carelessly stepping on him to get to Lorelei. “Did he hurt you?!” he asked urgently.

“No, no,” Lorelei promised, brushing her hair back, “I’m fine.”

“No,” Draco insisted, icy blue eyes staring into hers, “You’re not.”

“I don’t have time for this,” Lorelei said as she resumed her search for the Portkey, “I need to go.”

“‘Go’ where?”

She sighed, looking down at Theo’s paralyzed form as she realized she had no real choice but to explain at least some things to Draco.

“Something big is happening tonight,” she provided vaguely. “And I have to be a part of it.”

“What is it?” he questioned fearfully. “What’s happening?!”

Lorelei forcefully squeezed her eyes shut, realizing that he deserved to know.

“I think I’ll be crossing paths with your father tonight,” she replied, watching Draco’s face for a reaction.

She watched it on his face as he slowly realized what she meant.

“What happened at the World Cup,” Draco breathed in shock, “It meant something. Didn’t it?” he asked, looking at her with genuine terror in his eyes.

“Yes,” she answered, relieved she was able to be honest.

She watched as Draco glanced down at the ground, pained by the discovery.

“Lorelei,” he exhaled shakily, doe eyes pleading with her, “What’s going to happen?” he asked nervously.

She just looked at him, unsure of what she could even tell him.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly.

“Is it going to be bad?” Draco braced himself, knowing his father had practically already been drafted into war.

Lorelei nodded solemnly. “Yes.”

Draco’s face fell as she confirmed his worst fears.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know,” Lorelei confessed, fear showing in her eyes for the first time that night.

“Will… he be there?” he asked her out of concern.

“It’s… very likely,” she nodded.

Draco nodded slowly, unable to hide the nervousness in his eyes as he stepped toward her, standing only inches apart from her.

“Are you going to die?” he asked suddenly, surprising even himself.

“I hope not,” Lorelei said softly, fully aware that that was the best answer she could give either of them.

“I really don’t want that to happen,” Draco pleaded with her.

“Why?” Lorelei found herself asking.

“Because,” he stared, taking her hand, “I’ve come to care about you. Surprisingly,” he added quickly, still anxious as he stood with her.

“Why?” she scoffed. “I rejected you. Over and over. I led you on, I dated Theo, I kissed Potter—”

Draco shook his head, disregarding her words just as quickly as he’d heard them.

“I don’t care. I don’t care about any of that,” he expressed adamantly.

Lorelei stared at him in disbelief, flabbergasted as she tried to figure him out through his pale, handsome features and blue eyes.

“I want to be able to call you mine, and I want to be yours. I can’t stop thinking about you, and I refuse to stop,” he declared, hands resting gently but firmly on her waist, treating her like something precious as he spoke. “You and I, we’d be unstoppable together. Truly unstoppable, and you wouldn’t have to worry about outshining me,” he promised.

“I can’t think about this now,” she sighed, still troubled.

“I don’t care,” Draco said sympathetically, holding her close. “Just… make it back to me. Okay?” he compromised.

Lorelei smiled through her stressful tears. “I’ll certainly try.”

She knew there wasn’t much at all she could promise.

“Are we going to die?” Draco breathed shakily, feeling afraid the way he used to when he was a small child believing in monsters hiding underneath his bed.

“I don’t know,” Lorelei sighed, giving into her fear of death and comfort with Draco as she rested her forehead on his.

“Lorelei, I’m so scared,” he confessed, close to tears as they held one another.

“I am too,” she promised him.

“Please come back to me,” he pleaded with her, terrified.

“I will,” she nodded.

“Promise me,” he begged.

“I promise,” Lorelei nodded.

“Kiss me,” Draco said huskily.

Lorelei held in her growing fears as she kissed him, secretly fearing that this might be her last kiss ever.

“Come back to me. Alive,” he said again.

“Stay alive while I’m gone,” Lorelei reminded him as she forcefully broke away.

“I’ll try,” Draco nodded, in an attempt to convince himself.

Lorelei looked down at the silver pocket watch lying on the ground behind her.

“Goodbye, Draco,” she said solemnly.

He shook his head in refusal. “No, no. ‘See you later’,” he insisted fearfully.

Lorelei nodded in agreement, forcing a smile through her tears. “See you later.”

Draco watched tearfully, face twisted into a look of panic as Lorelei picked up the pocket watch, instantly transporting her to the predetermined location.

Chapter Fourteen

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minayuri · 1 year

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Die Nibelungen (1924) : Kriemhild's Revenge | dir. Fritz Lang

#margarete schön #hans adalbert schlettow #theodor loos #rudolf klein-rogge #rudolf rittner #die nibelungen (1924)#die nibelungen: kriemhilds rache #fritz lang #1920s #classic film #silent film #german cinema #weimar cinema #german expressionism #screencaps #my post

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8.31.24

#film #letterboxd #watched #die nibelungen #die nibelungen: siegfried #fritz lang #paul richter #margarete schön #hanna ralph #bernhard goetzke #theodor loos

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Hey liv! Do you know any fics that have Draco (or Harry) as a bartender or that are set mostly in a bar? Thanks in advance! :)

Hi anon! Sure thing, here are some recs:

Thanks for all the Fish by dracogotgame (T, 2k)

Harry's latest break up with Ginny gives him food for thought.

The Mispronunciations of Draco Malfoy by daisymondays (T, 4.6k)

'Muggle AU where Harry is a barista and bartender and keeps running into his most stuck-up customer’ aka ‘All the times Harry managed to mispronounce Draco and the one time he got it right.’

Pub Night by sdk (E, 7k)

In a cramped loo at The Bitter End, what Harry and Draco do is only about one thing: getting off. ...Isn't it?

An Aching Soul by writcraft (M, 14k)

Draco Malfoy escapes to the Muggle world to avoid his parents, memories of the war and Harry Potter. However, some things prove harder to escape than others as Draco realises when his favourite Muggle haunt is rudely invaded by a post-war Harry who is struggling to cope with grief, growing up and the battle with his inner demons.

It's Friday (I'm in Love) by punk_rock_yuppie (E, 16k)

At first, Draco only hangs out with them on Fridays after work; then he starts shagging Potter after pub nights. Then all the rest of the gang tries to befriend Draco and even worse, Potter tries to date him. It’s an absolute disaster, if you ask Draco.

Take These Lies by pennygalleon (E, 20k)

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.

Midnight in the City of a Hundred Spires by shiftylinguini (E, 25k)

Harry Potter is a missing person. Draco Malfoy is a vampire. They are the last two people one would expect to bump into each other in a Creature Bar in Prague, yet to Draco’s absolute shock that is definitely Harry fucking Potter sitting across from him. Even more surprising is that Potter may have a case for him.

Saviour of the Seas by Booktopus (E, 45k)

For the 10th Anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic has chosen to celebrate with a cruise to Norway to view the Northern Lights aboard the Savior of the Seas. Did they actually think Harry would want a bloody cruise ship named after him?

The Pure and Simple Truth by lettered (G, 65k)

Harry, Draco, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, and Pansy go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Pansy, and Hermione go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione and Ron go to a pub. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, and Pansy―you guessed it―go to a pub. I could go on. In fact, I did. Harry, Draco, Hermione, Pansy, Ron, Blaise, Luna, Goyle, Neville, and Theodore Nott go to a pub. In various combinations.

Chasing Shadows by manixzen (E, 93k)

The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #bartender AU #pub fics

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RAB FICS I READ (July 23)

Best Part of Waking Up by starling011, TemieTem Sirius/Regulus later with addition of Remus, PWP

Listening to Your Heartbeat (If only you knew how much I love it) by thestarsforus Regulus and Evan were kidnapped by vampires when they were little, survived on the run for years, got adopted by Alphard, and finally got to go to Hogwarts for their OWL year. Bartylus

Little Star (How I Love You In All The Wrong Ways) by fairies_withspirits Regulus/Sirius/James/Potter, porn with soooo much feelings also [spoilers] James kills Snape with his bare hands

Tiny Hands (or, Heg loo) by featherprongs Jegulus raising Harry cute oneshot

Stupid For You by fullonbicrisis musicians Black brothers, Jegulus, long and sweet

i said i'd never let you go (and i never did) by JohnnysLittleMonster jegulus, trans james, harry is regulus' son, regulus kills voldy

step into the daylight and let it go by serendipitysirius halloween '81, regulus returns, lily dies, james needs to learn how to go on and to love without guilt, lots of therapy. Loved it

Twins Potter and The Goblet Of Fire by sorrowfulroseheart013 regulus is reborn as harry's twin, starts collecting his old friends

pipe down with the noise, i cannot bear my sorrow (i hate who i was before) by JohnnysLittleMonster after the prank sirius is super low and goes to commit suicide. v background jegulus

horrified looks from everyone in the room (but we're only looking at you) by JohnnysLittleMonster Regulus is being coerced into an arranged marriage. Effie Potter won't allow it ♥ This is super good okay

don’t talk to strangers (hey pretty boy) by lolokids for leabrut james ALMOST sleeps with a stranger. dramatic black brothers.

Goldeneye by ThisLiminalSpace professional quidditch players jegulus au with a lot of pining. Also Goldeneye is a galaxy brain nick for Regulus okay

Warm by UnfortunatelyDisastrous super lovely, regulus plots revenge on sirius by seducing his friends to the dark side. except, he kinda really likes being friends with remus and peter and dating james... long and sweet

I Know the End by ButIAmTheChosenOne Regulus makes his decision about the cave

To Get Back Home by ButIAmTheChosenOne everything's fucked, hermione and mtf theodore nott yeet themselves to the past (the 70s) with a Black Fam ritual

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers? by georgia_sk BAMF regulus kicking ass and being mentally unwell and emotionally unstable

Power Over Me by star4daisy vampire hunter James and his 3 vampire boyfriends

Of His Bones by MesserMoon for BerryLou royals Sirius and Regulus, pirate James and Remus, wolfstar, jegulus, soft but covered in blood RoseKiller and build up to Narcissa/Alice which is driving me feral in the best way

For Reasons Unknown by m3535, Zayhad remus/regulus gryffindor regulus

Ivy Grows by Rosemarilee lily out of blue cheats on james with mary, realises she's unhappy with her life becuase she didn't stop to think what she wanted since she got pregnant some 15 years ago. Regulus has a massive crush on James and is the support James needs in these trying times

The Boy from Beauxbatons by haey1 sirius was sent to beauxbatons for some reason and now he's back to england for the triwizard tournament. wolfstar

One Last Goodbye by haey1 regulus and beauxbatons sirius say their goodbyes couse they know the war is going to part them

vitriol spills forth from my lips (i wish it were acid instead) by Excalis sirius bullies regulus

All That Remains by CelesteMagnolia for Artemisia_Black_95, MerlinsSequinedHotPants my boy is looking for a proper wife and oh my god he's so stupid kill me and spare me the second hand embarrassment

#fic rec #regulus black #looking through my ao3 history is so embarrassing because i see all the smut ive read

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Dread by the Decade: M

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★★★★★

Plot: Paranoia sweeps through Berlin as police, criminals, and citizens alike hunt down a child murderer.

Review: Ahead of its time both in subject matter and the moral questions it raises, M is tense, calculated, and affecting.

Year: 1931 Genre: Psychological Horror, Crime Thriller Country: Germany Language: German Runtime: 1 hour 39 minutes

Director: Fritz Lang Writers: Fritz Lang, Thea von Harbou Cinematographer: Fritz Arno Wagner Editor: Paul Falkenberg Cast: Peter Lorre, Otto Wernicke, Theodor Loos, Gustaf Gründgens

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Story: 5/5 - Unsettling and excellently paced with well-interwoven subplots, this film absolutely helped set the standard for crime thrillers.

Performances: 4.5/5 - The performances are great across the board, with Lorre's final speech being especially unhinged and striking.

Cinematography: 5/5 - Amazing. Some truly gut-wrenching visual storytelling.

Editing: 4.5/5 - Clean and creative. The film cuts back and forth between separate scenes several times to great narrative success.

Sets: 4/5 - Not terribly memorable but realistic and well dressed.

Costumes, Hair, & Make-Up: 4/5

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Trigger Warnings:

Mild violence

Child murder (the murders and crime scenes are never shown)

Implied child sexual abuse

Police corruption and brutality

#M (1931)#M #Fritz Lang #psychological horror #crime thriller #Dread by the Decade #review #1930s #Youtube

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Metropolis (Fritz Lang, 1927)

Cast: Alfred Abel, Gustav Fröhlich, Rudolf Klein-Rogge, Fritz Rasp, Theodor Loos, Erwin Biswanger, Heinrich George, Brigitte Helm. Screenplay: Thea von Harbou, Fritz Lang. Cinematography: Karl Freund, Günther Rittau, Walter Ruttmann. Art direction: Otto Hunte, Erich Kettelhut, Karl Vollbrecht.

Metropolis strikes me as the most balletic movie ever made. I'm not referring just to Brigitte Helm's fabulous hoochie-coochie as the False Maria, which so thrills the goggling, slavering gentlemen of Metropolis, but to the fact that as one of the great silent films it brilliantly substitutes movement for the speech and song the medium denies it. In addition to Helm's terrific performance as both Marias, we also have Gustav Fröhlich's wildly over-the-top Freder, who flings himself frenziedly about the sets. We may find the performance laughable today, but it's best to watch the film with the understanding that subtlety just wouldn't work in Fritz Lang's fever-dream of a city. Certainly that's also true of the always emotive Rudolf Klein-Rogge, whose Rotwang is pretty much indistinguishable from his Dr. Mabuse. But even the stillest of the characters in the film -- Alfred Abel's Joh Frederson, Fritz Rasp's superbly creepy Thin Man -- are there to provide a sinister contrast to the hyperactivity going on around them. And then there are the crowds, a corps de ballet if ever there was one, whether stiffly marching to and from their jobs, or celebrating the fall of the Heart Machine with a riotous ring-around-the-rosy. There are times when Lang's manipulation of crowds reminds me of Busby Berkeley's. Lang's choreographic approach to the film is essential to its success as a portrayal of the subsuming of the human into the mechanical. Is there a more brilliant depiction of the alienation of work than that of the man who must shift the hands around a gigantic clock face to keep up with randomly illuminated light bulbs? Metropolis is usually cited as a triumph of design, and it probably wouldn't have the hold over us that it does without the sets of Otto Hunte, Erich Kettelhut, and Karl Vollbrecht, whose influence over our visions of the future seems indelible. Would we have the decor of the Star Wars movies or any of today's superhero epics without their work? There are those who would argue that the film is long on visual excitement but short on intellectual content -- the moral banality, that the Heart must mediate between the Head and the Hand, hardly seems to suffice as a justification for the film's Sturm und Drang -- which weakens its reputation as a masterpiece. But that seems to me to ask more of movies than they were ever designed to provide. So much in Metropolis reverberates with history -- from the French Revolution to the Bolsheviks to the Nazis -- that it's a film we can never get out of our heads, and probably shouldn't.

#Metropolis #Fritz Lang

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