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littlemissnoname13 · 3 years ago

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Three Days With You - Part Two

Summary: Draco has a rather interesting day planned for the two of you. Joined by familiar faces, old wounds resurface leaving the two of you with more questions than answers.

Warnings: smut,mature language and scenes, drinking, a fair amount of angst, mentions of blood

Word count: 3000

A/n: it’s 4am and I’m sleep deprived. This series is a bit plot heavy as opposed to WOS. I tried so very hard to fit everything under the 3000 word limit I’ve set for each part.

Song that plays as they dance: Fade into you by Mazzy Star

Part one | Masterlist

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Sometime around Umbridge’s reign of terror, 5th year, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry

With his arms folded, Draco casually reclined against the wall and he watched you write lines with Umbridge’s quill. He tried to keep a straight face but it was hard not to wince as he watched the words etch themselves onto your skin.

It seemed that Dolores Jane Umbridgde wasn’t really fond of you. In fact, he was certain she despised you just as much as Potter.

This was your third consecutive evening in detention and as a member of the inquisitorial squad, he was tasked with the duty of keeping an eye on you.

And while you did a moderately decent job of keeping a straight face through the searing sensations, he could sense that you were clearly in pain.

“Murtlap essence.” Draco said quietly and you dropped the quill and turned around to look at him. “It should help with the abrasions.”

“Why are you talking to me, Malfoy?”

Draco arched a brow at your question but internally, he too was pondering why he was talking to you.

Nobody talked to you.

You always spent most of your time scribbling furiously into what looked like a diary of some sort. You barely had any friends and most of his so-called friends were very upfront about their disdain for you and your muggleborn heritage.

“Why can’t I talk to you?” He finally asked, walking up to where you were seated.

“Are you asking me or are you asking yourself?” You quipped and went back to writing lines with that wretched quill. You always seemed so unbothered by everything.

A part of his brain was telling him to shut up and another part of his brain was trying to come up with a witty response just to impress you.

“I’m asking you.” He sighed in defeat before crouching down next to you to look at the gashes on your hand. “Why can I not talk to you?”

“Hm, let’s see..” You said with a bit more salt than you intended to. “Your Pure blood ideals that classify people like me as mudbloods, the prejudice, not to mention Umbitch who wouldn’t be very pleased to see you talk to me while I’m writing lines for her.”

His fingertips ghosted over your cuts, barely making contact with the blood as he contemplated running outside to look for some murtlap essence himself.

“Dont.” You winced when his skin made contact with the cuts. “Just don’t. I don’t need your pity.”

His eyes caught sight of yours as you pulled your hand away and he immediately felt uneasy at the sight of them. It was a kind of wistfulness, a type of yearning and nostalgia for something that never was. Something that never could be. And it somehow made him want it even more.

Draco lifted his hand, letting his fingers brush against your cheek and he heard you reflexively draw in a sharp breath.

He found himself leaning in to capture your lips in his but you hesitated.

“It wouldn’t be justifiable if something happened in between us.” You whispered, leaning an inch away from him. “It would be highly inconvenient for you if someone found out.”

“Then I guess, no one must know.” His voice was hoarse before he crashed his lips into yours.

How was he ever going to explain himself if anyone found out? His whole life, he was taught to be repelled by your kind. He was, however, anything but repelled.

He was swallowing all of the little whimpers that you made and he was revelling in the feel of your smooth skin underneath your shirt.

How was he ever going to justify the way he was slowly allowing his fingers to trace your inner thighs before pushing your panties aside to press his finger into your wetness.

Gods, the sounds you were making when he pushed a finger inside of you.

Why were you allowing him to touch you like this?

Hair tousled, shirt unbuttoned with your breasts falling out, legs spread open for him to see. For him to claim.

“Is this okay?” He asked before taking a slow lick up your soaked cunt and you raked your fingers into his hair and gripped hard as you nodded eagerly.

One taste of you and instantaneously forgot everything that was expected of him. It didn’t bother him what type of blood ran through your veins. The way he wanted to kneel and worship your pretty and wet cunt was more sacred than the entire bloody sacred twenty eight.

When he finally lined his hardened erection up against your entrance, he noticed that you had suddenly tensed. Your hesitation was notable in the way you tilted your head and stared at the floor like your life depended on it.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, using his index finger to tilt your face back to him. “Tell me, y/n. Do you want me to stop?”

That was the first time he’d used your given name and saying it made his ears turn hot.

“No—No I don’t want you to stop.” You whispered, still refusing to look at him. “It’s just that—I’ve never..”

How could he have been so dense?

The way you were digging your nails into his arms, your whimpers, and the way you winced when he pushed his fingers inside you should have told him that you were a virgin.

He caressed your cheeks slightly and dipped his head lower to press a kiss onto your forehead before backing away.

He didn’t want your first time to be with someone like him, during Umbridge’s detention of all places with your cuts still bleeding and seeping into the cotton of his white shirt.

“Draco don’t.” You whispered his given name softly and grabbed him by the arm before he had the chance to walk away. “Don’t go.”

“But y/n—”

You pulled him in and pressed your lips on his before he could reason with you.

He had the choice to walk away from you, from all this but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. It felt different with you.

He asked you one more time before lining himself up against you. And when you gave him a soft and breathy “yes”, he pushed.

Your walls clenched him in and you tried your best to repress your tearful whimper by biting down on the exposed part of his shoulder.

He made sure to be gentle with you when he made the first few thrusts.

Soon enough, your grip on his arms loosened. Your cries morphed into tiny little gasps and moans of his name and you began to kiss the same place you were previously biting.

And at that very moment he knew you had surrendered yourself to him.

Wholly. Completely. Entirely.

At the particular moment, you belonged to nobody but Draco Lucius Malfoy and he—

~~~

Present day, Pilgrim’s Inn, 9:27 Am

Draco, fixing you both a cup of coffee, stilled and snapped out of the flashback inside his mind when you let out a small grumble in your sleep and reached towards his side of the bed.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself when he noticed the visibly annoyed look on your sleepy face when all you felt were pillows and sheets.

As much he wanted to sit and watch you sleep like a mega creep, it seemed like a good time to wake you up.

~~~

He was still wearing the same trousers and black shirt from the previous night when your eyes fluttered open. Only this morning, the shirt was buttoned halfway, exposing most of his chest and torso. The sleeves had been rolled back and you felt your stomach twist into a knot at the sight of his dark mark.

It served as a constant reminder that you only really had three days with him.

Before you could delve deeper into your thoughts, Draco stood up and walked towards the bed with a ceramic mug filled to the brim with coffee causing your lips to twist into a grateful smile.

“Drink up.” He said as he sat down on the chair next to you. “We have a long day ahead of us.”

After a big gulp of the coffee, you put the mug on the bed side table and looked at him.

“We do?”

“Of course we do.” He motioned towards a turquoise box on top of the dresser, sounding giddy and excited. He almost sounded like the carefree and careless Draco you loved to hate from the first few years at school.

You quickly threw the duvet off your body and scurried towards the dresser; the floorboards of the inn creaked as you did so.

“What’s in the box?” You turned your head back to look at him.

Draco’s cheeks were flushed and he was watching you with darkened eyes. His firm grip on the mug made his knuckles turn pale and you only realized you were standing in front of him naked when you saw the growing bulge in his pants

You ignored your own blood rush to your cheeks while you unwrapped the box to see what he was so excited about.

It was an oxblood red dress, with the softest fabric you’d ever touched. Long flowy sleeves and a plunging neckline, it was strikingly gorgeous.

“A Dress Draco?” You raised a brow at him.

“For our very first date. And for later..” he smirked and you scanned the entire dresser to find an appropriate object to throw at him.

“That’s some way to ask a girl out and must you always think about sex?!” You accused even though you were thinking about it too and reached for a book he’d left on top of the dresser to throw at him.

Before launching the book his way, you paused to examine the book on your hand that read Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage. It was only then that you realized that more than half of the books he had in the inn were about potions and alchemy.

How could you have not realised? Potions was the only subject he really seemed to enjoy at school.

Even during the nights you spent together back in school, you’d prop yourself up on his bed, wrap a sheet carelessly around your bare body and watch him stay up late to work on his Potions homework.

You’d always encourage him towards a career in potion making and he’d smile wistfully at the idea before turning to look at the snake and skull tattoo on his forearm. With a vacant look in his otherwise mercurial eyes, he’d remind you that he would have liked that if the circumstances were different.

You dropped the book back on the desk and instantly flung yourself into his arms.

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When he felt you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, Draco stiffened.

The way you were holding him made it seem like you were already saying your goodbyes and he felt as if someone had repeatedly used the cruciatus curse on him. He couldn’t bring himself to think about his life without you in it.

He wasn’t ready.

Draco quickly sorted out his scrambled thoughts and placed his oculomancy walls up as high as he could.

“As sexy as you are naked, I’d very much like to see that dress on you.”

You slightly sniffled before walking back towards the dresser to slip the dress on. The way you struggled with the zipper was adorable to him and he helped you zip it up with a crooked grin on his face.

Considering the present situation, taking you outside of the inn was risky so he’d taken it upon himself to arrange a perfect little lunch at the inn itself. Complete with vintage wine, a lavish main course and a decadent dessert to top it all off.

Sure, it took another huge wad of muggle cash, and coaxing the owner but the look on your face when he fed you a spoonful of chocolate mousse was worth it.

He was going to be the best fucking boyfriend on the face of this planet even if it was only for three days.

Draco took your hand, kissed you on the knuckle, guided you to the table, pulled your chair out for you and tried his hardest to not stare at your cleavage for more than thirty seconds.

Thank Merlin for all of the etiquette training he had to undergo when he was younger!

~~~

The two of you didn't really get around making much progress on the rest of the items on Draco’s itinerary filled with cliched tripes like reading poetry to each other and slow dancing to a song playing on the vintage turntable in the far corner of the room.

You’d never taken him for a romantic but he was adamant on the idea of finding “your song” from the tracks on the record that was spinning round and round.

When the both of you finally stopped bickering and agreed on a song, he stood up in front of you and offered you his hand.

Fade into you. Strange you never knew…

The chorus went as he took the lead and swayed you slowly across the room, careful not to trip on furniture.

Both of you barely made it to the end of the song and you weren’t even surprised.

~~~

“Gods you really do look beautiful in this dress..” he let out a low growl when he stopped dancing to pin you against the mattress and attach his lips to the pulse point of your neck.

To his utter surprise, you wasted no time in yanking his belt buckle.

“I need you…Draco Lucius Malfoy.” You pleaded as you started to pump his length in your hand. “I need you now.”

Urgency was dripping through every syllable that left your lipstick smudged mouth. Arousal was seeping through the fabric of your panties and Draco was afraid he’d come just by watching you like that.

“Say it again..” he whispered as he attached his mouth to your firm nipple. “Please—y/n, just say my name like that again..”

“Draco…”

With no hesitation or remorse, he pried your legs apart and pushed his cock right where it belonged inside of you. The way your body reacted to the motion drove him insane.

He often questioned his place in the universe, it was a constant battle between light and dark, between right and wrong.

But with you, he always felt like he belonged.

“You’re going to make me come…Draco..”

He buried his face into your hair and continued to fuck you like there was no tomorrow.

It was never like this with anybody else for him. And it was never going to be.

“I love you.” You whispered as you succumbed to your orgasm, heedless of the way your words would affect him.

How could you say those words out loud so often and not care about the consequences that came along with it?

“Don’t be selfish..” He groaned, feeling his own high approaching at the sound of those words. “Don’t you dare…”

“I love you.” You moaned, louder this time. “I love—”

He silenced you with a kiss before you could say it again. The weight of those words were always too much for him. Especially when he knew he had less than seventy two hours with you.

Draco began to think about all those years of childish games and wasted time as strong stinging sensations prickled up on his skin.

First, at the pit of his stomach. Then, on his left forearm.

He’d been called upon.

~~~

“Do not leave this inn. You understand?” He warned as he quickly redressed. “I’ll have someone sent over to look after you.”

“I’ll be fine. I promise.” You protested as you wrapped the sheets around your body and got out of bed. “I don’t need a babysitter,Draco.”

His eyes darkened and his expressions hardened as he heard your words and you gulped when he stormed over to where you stood.

“Listen to me carefully.” He gripped hard onto your shoulders and shook you. “Stay put and only open the door if you hear three knocks.”

It took a second for you to let his words sink in but you slowly nodded.

His cold hands cupped either of your cheeks and his forehead pressed up against yours; desperate and frantic eyes stared back at you.

“I have one more thing on my itinerary for us.” He said, conjuring the best smile he could give you before leaning in to press a slow and soft kiss on your lips. “I’ll be back soon.”

You held onto his words, dressed yourself in one of his sweaters, paced back and forth in the room, made yourself a cup of strong black coffee and even read through his extensive collection of books.

After what seemed like an hour, you heard it. Three very precise knocks on your door.

Very anxiously, you opened the door to find a brunette boy giving you a Cheshire Cat kind of smile.

He casually leaned forward to squeeze you into a bone crushing hug as if you were a long lost family member and you scrunched up your nose, awkwardly hugging back.

“I believe a proper introduction is long overdue.” He said as he let go. “Theodore Nott.”

“I know who you are.” You mumbled as you stepped back to let him in. “I have seen you in class.”

“Great.” He smiled as his eyes danced around the room to look at the books, the coffee pot, the turntable and the remains of what used to be the dress Draco got you.

A bright pink flush swiped across your cheeks as Theo disapprovingly shook his head. “I know you both spent half of the day shagging but please tell me you managed to do at least five activities from the itinerary!”

“How do you know all this?”

“Because I had to unfortunately sit and watch him put the blasted itinerary together.” Theo sighed, as he poured himself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot before reaching for a tiny flask inside his jacket. “Occulumancy aside, Ferret is also rubbish at hiding things from me.”

You let out a snort when you remembered Draco the ferret.

After your laughter simmered down, Theo took a rather cautious step towards you before offering you his flask.

“Nothing happened between him and Pansy that day y/n.”

Your heart started to ache as your mind started recollecting that day. That goddamned day.

“And you’re telling me this now because?”

Theo sat down on the floor and patted the empty space next to him with a sad little smile on his face.

“Closure.”

(To be continued….)

~~~~~~

Part three preview:

The two of you laid peacefully next to each other one top of a picnic blanket he’d conjured, somewhere in the middle of a forest clearing

The stark black sky was littered with a million shimmering stars. Protective wards were in place and the air was saturated with the scent of pine wood and moss.

From across the blanket, Draco reached for your hand and gave it a little squeeze and you turned to your side to get a better view of him—his silver hair giving the moonlight a run for its money.

“Lyrids.” He smiled, pointing his index finger at the sky as meteors started falling from the sky, one after another…

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deadlydollies13 · 7 years ago

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The Potion Master’s Grace ch. 26

School continued slowly; Quidditch tryouts were over and soon the season would begin; Professor Maes’ class remained as an escape; the Accio Coffee Cafe continued its business without raising any attention to Umbridge.

Maes had moved some instruments to the cafe and often the room was filled with music being played by the students. When Grace wasn’t at the counter taking orders and making drinks, she was in the corner on a stool playing her violin. Even Cas and Merlin had found a comfortable niche inside the secret cafe.

“Why do you have that ‘perplexed’ look on your face?” Grace asked one morning as she prepared Severus’ coffee, which he took black. Or, as Luna termed the drink on the menu, “Coffee as Black as Snape’s Soul.”

“I’ve completely lost it. The students don’t fear me anymore, thanks to you,” Severus replied. He looked around the room and a few sixth years smiled and waved, “Good morning, Professor,” and Severus, almost automatically, gave a very slight smile and replied, “Good morning.”

“It’s because you’re ‘pleasant’ right back to them.”

“Again, it’s your fault!”

“Mhm,” she handed him his cup and pulled off her apron. “Rose, can you take over?”

“Sure!” Rose got up from her spot on the sofa that was awfully close to Charlie to take over Grace’s spot behind the counter with Rolf.

Grace followed her father to a table and they sat across from each other. Severus eyed Grace’s nails tapping on the tabletop and leg bobbing before asking, “How many cups of coffee did you have before I even got here?”

“Three,” she held up three fingers as if Severus couldn’t understand her.

“Have you tried decaf?”

“Ew, no! I need the caffeine, or else I’m never going to get through Umbridge’s class!” Not actually getting up to practice the spells they were learning about proved to make a very long and boring class.

“At least it’s Friday and the Quidditch match is tomorrow. Are you ready?”

“Pfft! Of course, I’m ready! We’re gonna destroy Slytherin!” Being the team captain this year, she had made sure her team was training 110% every practice so that when the game came, they’d play at 150%! But, in the end, it was all just for fun. She had friends on the Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff teams and they all decided that Quidditch wouldn’t come between them.

“Who am I going to cheer for tomorrow?” Severus smirked.

“Your daughter!” Grace kicked his shin under the table. “I mean, you can still cheer for Draco, but only Draco.”

“If the other Slytherin students see me cheering for Ravenclaw, I may regain my title as the most hated teacher.”

“You couldn’t even give Umbitch a run for her money. Hey, where’s Phoebe?”

“Infirmary. Students are starting to get sick with the flu season and all.”

Grace nodded, “How’d you get that cut on your hand?”

Severus stiffened at the question, pulling his hand off the table and on his lap to hide it, “What is this, twenty questions?”

Grace’s leg stopped bobbing and she stared at her father, “Where’d you get the cut, dad?”

“From a potion, Grace. I was working on a potion and I must have messed up.”

“You’re lying. You rarely mess up and you make a face when you’re lying to me and it’s only to me and only when you’re lying so why are you lying?”

“Grace, we should be getting to the Great Hall before Dolores sees we’re absent,” he completely changed the subject and rose from his seat. “I’ll see you there or in class.”

Severus exited the cafe, his robes flowing behind him. Grace sat at the table, annoyed and curious, but she had bigger things to worry about: she had to get through DADA.

Grace made it through DADA, save for the few times her body tried to get her to sleep as her head nodded off, but she awoke with a jolt every time before Umbridge could see. Even though it was Friday, and professors rarely assigned homework on the weekends as they too would like to enjoy the weekend and not dwell on the fact that they’d return Monday with dozens of parchment to grade, Umbridge, of course, assigned a 2-foot long essay on the Patronus charm. Of course, the essay had to be done with only the knowledge from the textbook and not by actually learning it.

In Professor Maes’ class, after Arithmancy, Grace finally could actually speak with Draco. “Have you decided on a school yet?”

“Not yet,” he took the seat next to her’s. “I’ve got it narrowed down, but I don’t want to get my hopes up for just one in case I don’t get in.”

“No reason why you shouldn’t get into all of them. You’re top of your class! They’d be lucky to have you!” she leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek, leaving a light pink mark from her lipstick.

Draco’s cheeks soon matched the color of the sheer mark, “Thanks, love. Are you excited for this afternoon?”

“Yes, I just hope everything runs smoothly,” it was going to be the first day that Remus Lupin would be smuggled into Hogwarts into the cafe in order to teach some select students practical DADA. Everyone in Maes’ class would be there: Grace, Draco, Luna, Rolf, Alfie, Rose, Charlie, Baylee, and Sammy. From there, they spread the word to only those who could be trusted. Grace didn’t expect a large outcome. “Say, do you know the Patronus charm?”

Draco shook his head, “No, even with Lupin, it’s not something they teach. I mean, we learn about it, but it’s something we basically have to teach ourselves how to do.”

Grace “mhm’d” and went back to looking at her sheet music for the song that Maes had assigned.

The nine students from Maes’ class stood around in a circle along with a few other students they had recruited.

“Where is he?” Charlie asked, looking at his phone.

“He’ll be here,” Grace answered.

“He’s sneaking into a high-security castle, Finny. It’s probably hard!” Luna added.

A few minutes later, the tall man with shaggy blonde hair and scars that was Remus Lupin walked into the Room of Requirement, “Good afternoon, everyone.”

The older students who had Lupin as a professor before were excited to see him but the First Years were perplexed on how this man was ever a teacher there.

Remus stood in the middle of the circle with his hands in his pockets, “For those of you that don’t know me, I am R. J. Lupin. For those that I have taught before, it’s good to see you all again.” He smiled, pivoting on his feet to greet everyone. “Since I am no longer your professor, I don’t really care what you call me. Professor; Lupin; Remus; I- Charlie Ackerman get that smirk off your face I will hex you. You can call me Professor.” Charlie snorted but nevertheless kept his mouth shut. “I will be teaching you practical Defense spells, charms, hexes, and whatnot. This information is crucial to pass your O.W.L.s and will only help you once you graduate from Hogwarts. But, these lessons must remain a secret as we all know the Pink Toad who teaches you now has nothing better to do than make your lives miserable and much harder than they need to be.” That earned a collective chuckle from the students. “Now, does anyone have any questions?”

Draco raised his hand, “How did you sneak into Hogwarts?”

“That is also completely secretive, Mr. Malfoy. Anyone else?” No one raised their hands. “Alright then, what are you currently learning in DADA?”

“The Patronus charm,” Rose spoke up.

“Ah. You see, the Patronus charm is rather difficult to teach to a large group like this because it isn’t just about how you wave your wand or how you say it. To produce a Patronus, you have to think of your happiest memory, and sometimes, there are those that can never produce one,” Remus looked around at some disappointed faces. “But, if it means so much to you, I can certainly help lead you in the right direction.”

The students were spread out across the room with their wands ready. Baylee, who was at the front closest to Remus, raised her hand, “Professor Lupin, what’s your Patronus?”

“It’s uh… a wolf.” Everyone looked to Remus excitedly, asking— begging— him to produce his Patronus, stating they couldn’t possibly do it correctly themselves if they didn’t see it done first. He finally gave in and pointing his wand out in front of him, said, “Expecto Patronum!” and a silver shadow burst from his wand, almost like a floating stream of water. From the stream grew a large figure that turned into a full-sized wolf that sprinted around Remus before disappearing like smoke.

Everyone stood gaping in awe at what they just saw. “Now,” Remus said, “the Patronus charm is a very high-level charm, and I don’t expect anyone to get it on the first try. It can be very tiring, so it’s okay to take a break. But, you mustn’t give up, and you must keep your memory strong!”

The room echoed with the incantation that soon began to sound increasingly frustrated. Every now and then, someone would produce the smallest bit of silver shadow and shriek with excitement. Remus walked around the room to help everyone individually, spending most of his time with Baylee, who couldn’t see if she was making progress or not.

“What are you thinking of?” Grace asked Luna, who was a few feet away from her.

“It’s not a particular moment, but I’m thinking of my mom,” she answered, a sweet, reminiscent smile on her face. “What about you?”

“My birthday, when Severus adopted me. It was the best day of my life,” Grace’s smile was huge.

“That’s a good one,” both girls went back to work, focusing hard on their memories. Soon enough, the silver bursts coming from their wands got larger and larger.

Grace’s mind began to go further than just her birthday, but every happy memory she had with Severus played through her mind all at once. A sort of tightness started in her chest; an overwhelming warmth that traveled from her heart to her throat where her breath got caught in the midst of what she could only call pure happiness and love. “Expecto Patronum!” the silver stream shot out of her wand and at the end of it formed a large figure, something on four legs. It ran around Grace and she could finally make it out to be a husky. Though not as large and clear as Lupin’s it was certainly a good start.

When the husky faded away, the room erupted in an applause. Lupin walked over to clap a hand on Grace’s shoulder, “Excellent, Grace. Why don’t you take a break and help your friends before they get too frustrated?”

So Grace walked around and helped her friends firstly, relax enough to focus, and secondly, cheer them on. After more practice, she watched as her friends cast their Patronuses (Patroni?) and the room filled with silver animals. Luna’s was a rabbit that hopped around her head. Alfie’s peacock Patronus spread its magnificent feathers for everyone. Charlie conjured a quick little mink while Rose cast an energetic basset hound. Rolf’s was a pouncing ragdoll cat, which Luna squealed over how cute it was. Baylee, though she couldn’t see it for herself, cast a hedgehog, which Remus described to her and she giggled in response. Sammy, though unexpectedly, but at the same time, expectedly, cast a unicorn Patronus, which Remus said was an uncommon result, but they all agreed it fit her perfectly.

That just left Draco, fuming in the corner because he had yet to get the Patronus charm to work for him. Grace walked over and slipped her hand in Draco’s free hand.

“You need to relax, Dray.”

“What if I can never produce one?” he looked down at his hand in his hand.

“Nonsense. You’re just so impatient. Maybe your memory isn’t strong enough?”

“I don’t have many happy memories,” he looked at her, “not many truly happy ones.”

She gave him a small smile before standing on her toes to kiss his cheek, “I’m sure you have some. You’ve just gotta think.”

Draco’s shoulders relaxed and he stared at the floor, trying to concentrate, “All right, I’ve got it.”

Grace took a step back to give him room and watched her boyfriend take a few tries at it before finally, something twinkled in Draco’s eyes, and he cast something enormous. The initial bright light that came with the charm was almost too much for anyone to see what it was. Over Draco’s head, with wings and a tail and everything, was a dragon. Mind you, it was most likely the size of a baby dragon, but still a bloody dragon!

Draco stood there with a smirk on his face whilst everyone else was speechless. A few feet away, Rolf called out, “That’s because it’s your bloody name, you pompous git!”

Draco broke out in laughter, losing his focus and causing his Patronus to melt away, “Shut up, yours is a cat!” The class joined the two in laughter.

They continued to cast their Patroni, sometimes at one another’s to see how they would react. After they had tired themselves out, Remus pulled out a journal filled with notes on what their Patronus meant. They were sorted by alphabetical order, so they started with B for Rose’s Basset Hound.

“Well, they’re from France,” Rose read. “They’re loyal and affectionate, they crave companionship, have a sense of humor, and are playful.” She looked very pleased with that explanation. On the sides of the explanations were some names Remus must have jotted down of people who had that Patronus, so Rose wrote her name in pretty cursive next to it.

Next was D, so the book was passed to Draco, “Ambitious and dominate. Dragons are assertive, unafraid to take risks and like to live by their own rules.” Next, to him, Grace made an agreeable hum. “They’re fierce fighters, leaders, and will stand up for what’s right and always up for a challenge.”

“And it’s your full name,” Rolf added.

“And it’s my full name,” Draco repeated as he wrote Dragon “Draco” Malfoy next to the passage.

While Grace was glancing at the pages in Draco’s hand, the Doe Patronus caught her eye, “Wait, can I see that?” She took the book and had a closer look and saw Lily Evans and Severus Snape’s name in the margin. Doe’s are protective of their loved ones, she read, and are caring and nurturing. They are gentle, but strong in determination, with high levels of sensitivity and intuition. The doe battles life’s challenges with the utmost grace and vigilance. Grace was taken aback; sure the description may have matched Lily, who was a mother and had died to try to save her child, but could Severus Snape really be described as that?

“What’s wrong, Grace?” Alfie asked.

“Hm? Oh, nothing,” Grace flipped to H. “Ready for your’s Baylee?” She nodded. “Hedgehogs are cute and lovable and thrive on giving and receiving love. They are upfront with their affection but can be anxious and cautious, often worrying about their own safety and others. Others must approach them with care and precision because of their sharp spikes.”

“Hedgehogs are pretty cute,” Baylee smiled. “And it makes sense. What about your’s?”

Grace flipped the page over to Husky, “Fast, energetic, and athletic.”

“Already it’s wrong,” Luna teased.

“Shut up,” Grace nudged her and continued. “And adorably cute. See? I’m fucking adorable. They are lovable and cuddly, and a ball of energy ready to prove themselves. Nothing holds them back. But, despite their natural talent, they don’t strut and brag. They would rather hang out with friends than show off. Awww, I like mine!”

“I think it’s all pseudo,” Charlie said as he took the book and flipped to M. “I don’t even know what a Mink is!”

“It almost looks like an otter,” Lupin answered.

“Oh, okay. It says they’re very territorial and resourceful. They’re very protective, keen-eyed, and quick-witted. I don’t know, does that sound like me?”

“It forgot to mention how full of yourself you are,” Alfie took the journal after Charlie signed his name and turned to P. “Peacocks use their feathers to attract mates and also look intimidating to threats. They are easily irritated, but fierce and gorgeous,” he gave a satisfied “hm” and grinned.

Charlie, in a mocking tone, said, “And they like to be the center of attention.”

“You’re not wrong,” Alfie signed his name and handed the book to Rolf who flipped a few pages to R.

He quickly glanced over the passage and blushed, “Ragdoll Cats are the sweetest cats; they are cuddly and want to be loved. They are playful, loyal, sweet, and charming. They are filled with joy and happiness.”

The group gave a collective “Aww” and Luna rested her head on Rolf’s shoulder, “I think it fits you perfectly!”

Rolf, now even more red in the face, handed it to Sammy, who eagerly opened to U, where Unicorn was the only Patronus, “The Unicorn is a very rare Patronus. Unicorns are often associated with women and thus has an affinity for female casters,” she smiled wide at this statement. “Unicorn blood can be used to keep people alive. The Unicorn, with its majestic, mighty horn, could easily charge an attacker. I think that’s perfect!”

Finally, Luna had the book and flipped to the last section which was W, “Wild Rabbits may seem more of a predator, but in Patronus form, make their attacker look rather ridiculous. They will throw themselves into the fray and create a barrier. Though small, they will never back down from a challenge. They are full of drive and passion.”

The rest of the hour before dinner was spent comparing everyone’s Patronus and arguing which one was better or which one best fit the witch or wizard. Grace scanned through the journal to see who else’s Patronus she could read up on. Like, Dumbledore’s was a Phoenix, which made sense because of Fawkes. Sirius Black’s was an Irish Wolfhound, loyal and fierce and aggressive, but total sweethearts. Phoebe’s was a Pheasant, which is noble and symbolizes virtue and refinement. They are proud, but follow etiquette and care greatly for family and comfort. But she kept going back to the Doe, reading over the explanation and then staring at Severus’ name next to Lily’s, thinking how much a coincidence it was they had the same Patronus and how Severus even had a Doe in the first place.

As the group started to file out, Remus called Grace back, “I saw how confused you looked when you read about the Doe.”

“Yeah, I don’t know. I guess I just thought he’d had something different. I’m not sure what, but, yeah.”

“I think it matches Severus quite well. Maybe not by his behavior over the past few years… Or during his final years at school. But, when he and Lily were friends, it made a lot of sense, and how he is now, how he is with you, it’s very clear.”

Grace nodded, “Can you pick your Patronus? Like, will it to be something specific?”

“No, it just happens.”

“Did he get the same Patronus as Lily because he loved her?”

“I sometimes believe that,” he started packing up his things. “Oh, and one more thing, Grace?”

She stopped before opening the door, “Yes?”

“Good luck tomorrow. I know you’ll do great. But, still, it would be nice to see Ravenclaw win the Quidditch cup. Plus, Sirius and I will be there, I’ve been telling him about how you play and he’s very excited to see it in action, no pressure.”

Grace smiled widely, “No, none at all. Thanks, Remus, for everything! I’ll see you both tomorrow, and I won’t tell dad Sirius is coming. It can be a surprise.” She new how much they didn’t like each other, so it would at least be an interesting afternoon.

Remus followed her out the door, Grace going towards the Great Hall, and Lupin walking towards whatever secret passage he used to get into the school. In the Great Hall, Dolores Umbridge sat at the teacher’s table, clad in all pink as usual, and none the wiser.

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